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Most of my adult life I had denied that I was addicted to bareback sex but could handle that denial while I had responsibilities to take care of my ill father. I would use that as an excuse not to allow myself to go full in on taking and giving bareback loads. I would occasionally give in to my urges and find a partner who was neg and I would top him but I knew I wasn’t allowing myself to fully realize my true nature. That all changed however once my father had passed away. While my father was ill, I had made contact with different guys on BBRT.com and a few of those guys had full blown AIDS. I would chat with them via email, online instance messenger and or text but it never went past chatting. One guy, Geno in particular had my interest has he said he would rim my hole spotless before giving me multiple toxic loads. I would always get hard chatting with him but as long as my father was around I didn’t want to give in to the urge. Now that my father was gone, there was nothing holding me back. The next time I saw Geno online we picked up our conversation. He was telling me how he wanted to rim my hairy ass spotless and how he would load me up with his toxic seed. When he said that I asked when could I cum over and he said he had a friend coming over now but if I didn’t mind company I was welcome to join in. It took my less than a minute to agree and an hour later I was knocking at Geno’s door. Geno said for me to come in and when I did I saw Geno under his rim chair and rimming his friend Sam. I immediately got very turned on and Sam told Geno that I should get to experience his tongue. Sam got off the chair and immediate started to make out with me as he and Geno started to undress me. Once I was undressed, Sam had me sit on the rim chair and Geno went to town on me for the next 20 minutes. While Geno was rimming my hole and slowly opening it up, I was slowly licking Sam’s 8” thick cut cock. Sam had me work him over slowly so he wouldn’t cum in my mouth telling me he was saving it for another hole. Sam then lifted me out of the rim chair and started making out with me as Geno got behind me and started move his 7” cock along my very wet hole. Geno then slowly moved me onto my knees and with one deep thrust pushed his cock deep into me. He then slowly fucked me for the next 30 minutes as I was in a 69 with Sam. Before I knew it Geno whispered in my ear he had cum twice and he was about to give me a third load. As soon as he did, he told Sam that I was ready for his cock and Sam then proceeded to start to fuck me. Sam was much more forceful than Geno and from all the sucking I did he didn’t last that long and he gave me his load as well. This started a very long weekend with Sam and Geno of them both rimming and then fucking my ass. Only at the end of the weekend did Geno tell me that Sam had full blown AIDS as well (Geno had bred him first) and I was full of their med-resistant toxic cum. 12 loads by Sunday evening had put me on the journey I had long wanted but has not allowed myself. Part 2 – What happens after I visit the my doctor

PART 1 I just don't understand why it happens to me. Here it is 1985, and I just got dumped for the third time. I'm 27 years old, stand 6 feet tall, weigh 164 pounds, have good muscles, blue eyes, short brown hair matched with full beard and moustache, soft 7 inch cut dick, and am all-over tan. I'm a bit quiet which makes me seem snobbish to some but really I'm just shy or reserved as some tell me. I have an excellent job at which I excel though that may seem to be a bit of a braggart. I just do not understand what it is that triggers these break ups for me. But, they have happened, and I will once more pick up the pieces of my shredded heart, keep dry eyed, and keep the pain to myself. Well, now you know about it; but, that's it for public knowledge. So, now what do I do to pick up the pieces? I'm really not all that much of a bar patron; that is to say I don't feel compelled to go to any. I enjoy going occasionally. I do like travelling and seeing new places and meeting people despite my shyness. I guess I'm just really dull when it comes down to being involved in life. But, I need to change all of that; maybe that's the issue I need to confront. A co-worker, Seth, a couple of weeks later was in my office discussing a client's situation. We finished our approach to take with them and then Seth stayed on to relay how he and his partner had enjoyed a recent trip to Chicago. He told me all about the museums, parks, lake shore, Navy Pier, Chicago River, Sears Tower, and places to shop for days. Then, at the end, in an almost conspiratorial whisper, he told me about the two of them visiting a bath house and what all they saw. I couldn't help but notice how excited his voice had become as well as animated about the trip and especially about their foray at the bath house. What he began with in hushed but excited tones became flustered non-committal bursts of nonsensical words that told me nothing but gave me every indication that something had happened that he no longer felt comfortable in sharing with me. Well, tell me my interest wasn't piqued. I sat in my office working the rest of the day but kept returning to Seth's description of his trip. At the end of the day, I left work as usual but on my way home stopped off at a small library branch and researched Chicago. I made a list of some interesting places to visit and took the list home with me. I kept looking at the list during the night and the more I looked the more it sounded like fun. The only issue was I just couldn't remember what the name of the bath house had been that Seth had mentioned. My mind kept trying to recall the name; it was on the tip of my tongue. Ach! Man's Country. How could I not remember that name? Duh! I called my AAA contact the next day and gave a tentative itinerary. I told Paul that I wanted information for air fare, hotel, and car rental for Chicago and let him go to town to do his magic. He didn't disappoint me as he called back shortly before I was to leave work. I got my hotel and air fare confirmed but he suggested that I should ride Chicago Transit Authority (CTA) while in Chicago as it would take me virtually anywhere I would want to go, they were reliable, and I wouldn't have to deal with traffic and parking. He talked at length from experience and finally convinced me. I'd ride the train, subway, and busses when in Chicago and learn to like it. (I actually learned to love it.) My vacation time was approved for Friday and Monday. I flew to Chicago and with some doing got headed out on the right bus with my new CTA pass to my hotel destination (City Suites). I arrived at my room finding it a bit dated but still it was clean. (I had elicited more information from Paul and Seth about where to stay.) I did up my plumbing job and walked out to find something to eat. I walked a lot that night having received some help from the desk clerk on where to go. It was indeed an interesting introduction. But, I'd had a day of it. I went back to my room, turned on the television, stripped, crawled into bed, and fell asleep almost immediately.

After a few minutes of small talk among the group the night turned to more intimate talk among the guests. Nicholas and his boyfriend Steve started playing with another couple including the twink. Mark made his way over to me and started grabbing my ass from behind, “I must say you have a beautiful ass, Jimmy” remarked Mark as he started kissing my neck. I quickly swung around and started deep kissing him poking him with my hard 7” cock. After a few minutes, Nicholas blurted out “I think we need to move the party indoors” and with that we all started getting out of the pool and making our way into the family room…Steve made his way over to the entertainment center and put on some bareback porn to get the night moving. I was thinking to myself this is the night that Mark will fuck me. I couldn’t wait to fill his thick cock burrowing it’s way inside of me… On one couch Nicholas and Steve were on their knees sucking the cocks of the other couple, Travis and Anthony were playing with the twink who Steve fucked earlier. Me, well I was on my knees saving the the taste of Mark’s cock, using my tongue to taste every part of it including the piss slit…I was in heaven enjoying the taste of Mark’s cock including the delicious nectar of precum that would drip from his cock….As I was nursing on his cock, I looked up and saw the smile on Mark’s face, he reached down and started rubbing his hands through my hair, “if you keep that up I am going to shoot my load in your mouth, I don’t want to cum yet” remarked Mark. I stopped savoring his cock and made my way up to his mouth and started deep kissing him, it was pleasure he was rubbing my ass and making his way towards my boyhole…Mark pulled away and whispered in my ear “I want to breed you Jimmy”. Oh those were the words I wanted to hear, I looked back into his eyes and replied “I want you to Mark, I want you to breed me!” Without a moment’s notice we got up and made our way to his bedroom, he layed me back on the bed and got on top of me kissing me and tasting every part of my body, I shivered in pleasure as he made his way down to my cook and then soon to my ass where he used his amazing tongue to open up my boyhole. When Mark was done making love to my boyhole he moved up and kissed me then asked “Are you ready?”, I looked back and said “Yes, im ready to have you inside of me”. We layed there for a moment looking into each other’s eye’s and then Mark said “There’s something you need to know”, I thought for a moment what it could be, is he partnered, or even worse married to a woman, I replied “What is it? You can tell me anything Mark”. Mark hesistated a bit and then said “I’m Poz as well as most of the guys here, if you want to turn and leave I would understand but I would be sad, because I like you Jimmy”. At that point I didn’t know what to do, I liked Mark as well and I do love sex…..The downside with being negative is you always have to worry are they poz or are they neg. With some of the drugs today living with HIV is like any other manageable disease such as diabetes and besides that my cock was rock hard with the thought of taking his poz load. I looked him in the eye and said “No it doesn’t bother me, give me your poz load!” and with that Mark started to enter my awaiting hole, it took me a while to adjust to the thickness of his cock. Once Mark was completely inside of me he looked down at me and said “I am going to breed you hole, give you my poz load”. I got all excited at the thought of him shooting his poz load inside of me and started edging him on saying “yea make me your poz bitch, give me your load, I want your DNA inside of me”. All of that edging got Mark excited as he started picking up the pace and ramming his cock inside my hungry hole. I knew Mark was getting close because the look on his face and the sweat pouring off of him, I was getting hot too having this muscle bear fuck me and give me his poz load..Within a few minutes he started screaming “umph umpm I am cuming take my poz load” and with that he unloaded in my boyhole…He pulled out and fed me his cock it tasted of cum, ass, and blood…I savored at the taste of his cock and cleaned it up with my mouth and tongue… “Whew, that was awesome Jimmy” said Mark as he smiled at me. I thought we were alone but at that moment I heard voices and looked over Mark and saw Nicholas and Steve at the door smiling. Steve asked “Do we get a turn with Jimmy?”. Mark looked at me and said “it’s up to you Kiddo”. I smiled back and said “Yes, what are you waiting for!” That’s all that Nicholas and Steve needed for an invitation.

PART 2 The next morning was spent down in the loop just carousing the area and watching all the people hustle and bustle along. I grabbed a bite of lunch then hit up the Sears Tower, The Art Institute of Chicago, and The Field Museum. They were fascinating to say the least and quite busy for a Friday. Even though I was by myself, I had a very good time. But, it was getting late, and I needed to get back to my hotel. I hopped a cab which dropped me in front of my hotel. As soon as I had closed the door to my room, I stripped off everything putting my clothes in an empty drawer. I pulled out a fresh t-shirt, shorts, and sandals which is all that I would need tonight. I did a super cleaning job--a bottom should always be prepared--showering when I was finished. I dressed quickly tucking my bottle of lube in my shorts pocket before I picked out my driver's license and money to head out to see what the mysterious Man's Country would hold in store for me. My CTA trip was uneventful for this time of the night. I did mess up and went a block past where I was headed but no foul on that. I was very excited about my adventure. I registered, got my key and towel, and went through the door when it buzzed. I found my room closing the door behind me. My clothes came off quickly and were tucked beneath the mattress. I put the bottle of lube at the head of the bed, wrapped my towel around my waist, put my key on my arm, and went out to investigate. From top to bottom, I slowly walked around seeing all kinds of men of every description. I could see why Seth and his partner had enjoyed the place: It was a veritable smorgasbord of men. I found some men titillating as they were wearing all kinds of leather. The place was so new to me that my tour lasted four complete rounds on each level. I began to nod my head at a few men who smiled or winked at me. There were some hands that patted my ass and some very crude men who brazenly and openly grabbed my dick as I passed by. Well, there has to be a line drawn somewhere. On my last go round, I began to watch and pay attention to what was going on. I saw the approaches men made to others either in the hallway or in rooms. I discreetly observed the protocol of cruising making mental notes. As I returned to my room and unlocked the door, I was shaking a little at the prospect of being in the bath house but now had to put into practice what I had observed. I took several deep breaths to calm myself, dimmed the light in my room, lubed my ass, and had a condom ready. I opened my door wide, then, lay down on my bed face down after removing my towel and tucked it under me for a pillow. My mind was racing and jumbled in thoughts. I lay there for what I thought was hours but couldn't have been but for a few minutes. I had been listening to the men quietly walking past my room and had noticed a slight shadow that played on the wall as men passed by. Then, the room seem to darken. I didn't move but felt a presence. I waited quite still and finally a hand rubbed over my leg. The hand moved up my leg until it reached my buttocks where two hands grasped both and squeezed gently before moving on to my torso where they rubbed me gently. The hands were removed and seconds later I heard the door click closed as the last of the light from the hall was shut out. "You want your ass eaten and fucked?" I heard from behind me. "Yes," I replied. "Put your waist on the edge of the bed, flex your legs, and lay across the bed," I heard. I moved to do as he said noticing a very thin haggard looking man in my room. He stood over 6 feet tall but was so thin and pale. When I was positioned, he knelt down and began rimming me like a pro. I was reduced to overheated butter. In a matter of a few minutes, I was moaning from the super pleasure he was giving me. His tongue was unbelievable. He then began chewing on my hole which sent shock waves through me along with shivers. More and more he roused my sexual appetite until I could almost stand no more. His mouth came off my hole, and I heard him rising. I turned to my left and reached over picking up the condom I had and moved my arm behind me toward him. "I got my own but need some lube," I heard. I dropped the condom and reached for the lube handing that to him. He took it. I heard the packet being ripped open and shortly felt his finger pushing into my hole. My eyes rolled upward as he applied lube liberally inside and out. He continued to finger my hole going deeper and deeper. When he could get no further inside me, he began dragging his bent finger out which made me wince a couple of times. He repeated the same thing only turned his finger on its side to withdraw. All around inside my ass my unknown visitor fingered me for several minutes. It did feel good but I was getting impatient for more. What I could do without was the short sharp pains I felt occasionally. What came next was the best of all though.

CHAPTER 5: Cody: “FUCK ME… FUCK ME… FUCK ME….” “Roll over … roll over.” He rolled-over on the bed and I grabbed his legs, “Move down a bit … that’s it,” quickly sliding back inside him. I nearly forgot the sensory overload that a man can feel from being on top, but I’m quickly reminded of the sensations, especially as his hole was rubbing my cock just the right way. My poz cock was stuffed in a tight hole and it was amazing, and to be honest, I wasn't sure how long I'd last. “Ohhhhh fuck … oh fuck… yeah." “You like that - huh?" “Yeah… fuck yeah. Bareback cock,” he replied. He had told me he was neg, but I didn't really care. I had covered myself. I had made a point to tell him when we met that I was poz, I only fucked bareback and I didn't pull out. I never expected him to respond by making out with me, but when he did I thought very briefly 'I guess he’s okay with poz cock'. He didn’t ask, so of course I didn’t bother telling him I had tested poz only three weeks earlier, and had spent five days in the hospital with Pneumonia. Thankfully the infection was gone, but I was definitely an HIV+ man. “FUCK ME … FUCKKKK … oh fuck that’s so good” "Yeah that’s it - don’t worry boy. You. Are. Going. To. Get. It. Yeah,” I grunted, punctuating my words the way Dad and Sam had with me so many times. Then I asked “You want dirty cum? Is that what you want?” He went quiet for a second as I impaled him balls deep, really driving home the point that he was going to take a poz load tonight home. “Yeah… yes… I … I want it, I want it.” His legs were locked onto my shoulders as I looked down at him eye-to-eye, my face hovering just over his as I announced “I’m gonna breed you,” as I let my spit drop into his open mouth. He immediately swallowed, his eyes never leaving mine. As I fucked his hole my balls slapping his ass, producing a very satisfying rhythm which was the slick sound of sex and lube. I was completely turned on, beyond merely horny, but rather I was completely focused on fucking nailing this boy’s ass. So much so it didn't matter to me when I heard what I thought to be the opening of a door. “I wanna breed you deep boy, I want to dump my poz babies deep inside you.” I fucked steadily, even as my breath became increasingly ragged and deeper. Somehow also I managed to respond to his encouragements, even if our exchanges were somewhat fragmentary: “I want it, man.” “You sure boy?” “Yeah. I mean fuck yeah.” “Ready to be pozzed? I can pull ou…. “ I barely got the words out, but even so I could see in his eyes that he didn't want me to withdraw. His mouth gaped open, just as was his ass. So I cut to the chase and fixed his attention on my eyes when I announced “I’m POZ-ZING YOU!” “Mmmmmmmmm”, he moaned, just the way I had imagined a dirty pig would do when he was chasing. I knew that was what was driving me; I was rock hard because I knew he wanted it the same way as had I when Sam and his friends knocked me up. Prior to testing positive for HIV, I can't honestly say I was particularly interested in topping, but on the day the doctor told me, something switched in my brain, so when, on the fourth day of my stay at the hospital, when my Dad arrived, and after I sucked him off, and after he quietly told me how much he missed and needed his boyfriend, he also told me it was entirely fine with him that I had sero-converted. Naturally, within the limited context of the privacy afforded in a hospital, Dad rubbed my cock under the hospital gown. I did my best to stay quiet but when a father and son are as close as the two of us, it would be virtually impossible, and sure enough, he soon had me hard as a rock, and, as I hadn't cum in a week, I could feel my pits sweating. I knew playing around at the hospital with my Father was insanely risky, but I was excited at a level that was absolutely irrational. At one point Dad leaned over, pulled aside my gown, if only for a moment, and I watched as he licked the precum off the head of my newly poz cock. Just for a single swipe, however. Rather than running the risk of getting caught in a compromising position by a staff member, Dad re-arranged my gown, and whispered “Cod, baby, when we get home, I want your poz cock and cum deep inside my hole," giving me a sexually intent, if questioning look. I was so worked up I could only nod. I had played with Todd and Adam, and I had let Sam host what was basically a conversion party for me. I knew that was why I had sero-converted. I wanted it, and the evidence told me Dad did as well. I stared at the lust in his eyes, and returned a a dirty smile, as I nodded in agreement. “FUCK … FUCKKKK ME CODY… oh fuck!” “Ahhhhhh…. Ohhhhhh… ohhhhhhhh,” I could feel my load welling up in my balls and I knew I might be about to ruin this boy’s ass for the 'neg only' crowd forever. “Getting’ close … getting’ so close … tell me.” “Oh fuckk…. Yeah … Fuck yeah … I want it … I want it.” I continued pounding his perfectly tight hole as he continued grunting “Yeah breed me… do it, cum in me." He was urging me on at this point. I was breathing so heavily I could scarcely speak, “Cu…. Ahhhhhhhhhhh…. Fuckkkkkkkkk …FUCKKKKKKKKK,” as I felt my poz sperm jetting out into his body, “Take my load, Buddy!“ “FUCK YEAH," as I slid all the way in, determined to share my toxic cum with him. This was my first breeding with anyone other than my Dad. I thought to myself 'This is how Sam and his friends used me', and I smiled in satisfaction. We were both panting heavily, and as my cock popped-out of his hole, I wall but collapsed on top of him. We were far from recovered when I managed to murmur “Don’t let it leak out. D’you cum?” “Fuck, yeah. it was so hot,” and about then I registered his cumload which was pooled between our abdomens. With that we start making out. “Really enjoyed that, it’s so hot, …you sure you’re neg?” "Yeah, I'm pretty sure. My brother works for a testing center and I used one of his home tests before you came over.” “Cool. You might not be now," I said, giving him that 'knowing' look. “I know… I know… I’ll be okay.” “I know a guy that works for the gay men’s testing center, who’s your brother?” “His name is Chris." "Oh, yeah. I remember him. He has a goatee, right? He's kind of hot. In fact, your brother, a fuck buddy and I once had a three-way back when I was still neg. Yeah, he's really hot.” His eyes agreed with my words, and I kissed Tyler on the mouth as we made-out a bit more. Then Tyler casually mentioned "In fact, this is his bed," laughing slightly, and then adding "I like getting fucked on his bed. The room smells like him… and, well,...." I looked at him, understanding the unspoken words. “Nice,” I murmured. Tyler thinks his brother is as hot as we all do, and in fact wanted to play with him.

I'm really glad my story has been getting a good reaction so far. I hope you guys like part III just as much. Now that I've got things started, what do you guys want to happen? Any ideas for what should go down in a gangbang or bathhouse? Help me make my boy the best cumdump he can be! Part III-POZ Me Daddy! For a moment my mind was in overdrive. I still couldn’t believe I had taken my first POZ load. A part of me was still scarred about what being infected would mean for me. That small lingering fear melted away when Daddy started French kissing my hole. “Oh Daddy! Don’t stop!” Daddy chuckled, causing a vibration against my hole that made me moan louder. Digging my fingers into the carpet, I started thinking about what my new found freedom would allow me to pursue. Gangbangs. Bathhouses. Glory holes. Anonymous sex. And most importantly, all the POZ cum I could get in my lips and asshole. I was so distracted with thinking about all the things I wanted to try that I didn’t realize Daddy had stopped rimming me until he was kneeling in front of me, pulling me into a kiss. My lips fell into submission, allowing him to claim them as his. Daddy grabbed my jaw and yanked it down, spitting his cum mixed with my ass juices into my mouth. I had never tasted something so delicious! I smiled at him, letting cum drip out of my mouth so I looked extra slutty. I wanted Daddy to know how happy I was to be his little cum dump. “Hold that pose boy,” he said getting up. “We need to document this.” Daddy left the room and I didn’t move an inch. Even though I had just cum, my dick was rock hard again. I couldn’t believe how turned on I still was! Whenever I’d get horny browsing Breeding Zone or watching bareback porn, I’d jack off fantasizing about being the slut I really wanted to be. As soon as I’d cum I’d feel guilty for watching cumdumps beg for dick or reading about NEG bottoms learning the joys of taking loads. Not anymore. Now I was reveling in how perverted I was being. In how perverted I could be. I finally understood why sluts like me needed to be bred. We had no choice; it’s what we were born for! Daddy came back with a camera, a blindfold and toothbrush. My heart pounded. What was Daddy planning on doing? He set the blindfold and toothbrush on the floor and aimed the camera at me. “Okay boy. Keep that smile for the camera.” I didn’t want Daddy to take a picture of me. As much as I wanted to be a whore, I didn’t want there to be proof of it. I was about to tell Daddy he couldn’t take my picture when I realized something. Daddy told me to smile. I wasn’t about to disappoint him. I smiled wider than I ever had before, trying to blow bubbles to make the shot better for Daddy. He took a few pictures from different angles, some with my whole face and some up close to just my mouth. “Good boy,” Daddy said ruffling my head. “That’s Daddy’s cum dump.” For a second I felt a tear start to form. The fact that Daddy was pleased with my performance made his picture taking more than worth it. I swallowed the cum and wiped my face. “Can I see them Daddy?” I asked figuring that if there were going to be pictures of me with my mouth full of cum, I might as well know how I looked like. “Of course boy.” Daddy handed me the camera and I couldn’t believe my eyes. There I was, looking like I was having the best time of my life with my mouth full of cum, streams dripping down my face. I looked like such a slut! Without thinking I grabbed my cock, which was still slick with my cum. “So you approve?” Daddy asked, smiling. “Yes Daddy. Can you take pictures of my dripping hole too?” “As much as I’d love to boy, no. You ate it all!” For a second I was confused. I ate all the cum out of my hole? Then it hit me. Daddy fed it to me! Getting back into doggie style I wagged my butt. “Then I guess you’re gonna have to load me again!” I said, smiling. I couldn’t wait to get Daddy’s big dick back where it belonged! “Don’t worry boy. I’ll get your pussy dripping, but first we need to talk.” Daddy pulled me up and led us to the couch. He sat down and put me on his lap, grabbing me into a kiss. I lifted my butt up and tried to line up Daddy’s dick with my hole, but he wouldn’t let me. Pouting, I pulled away. “Please Daddy? I need you in me.” Caressing my cheek Daddy chuckled. “You’ll get my load boy. But first I need to know. How serious are you about being pozzed?” That question threw me. Did he really have to ask that? Just minutes earlier I begged for his POZ load. How could he not know how much I needed it? “I told you I want your POZ load Daddy.” “Yes, but are you willing to take extra steps en ensure it takes?” “What 'extra steps', Daddy?” Suddenly it dawned on me. “Oh - the toothbrush,” I answered my own question. “Yes boy. I fucked you when you told me not to, and I’m sorry about that. But I could tell you needed it. If I really believed you hadn’t wanted me to fuck you I would’ve stopped. But this is different. Now your profile said you wanted a Daddy to teach you to be a cum dump, and I can do that, but if you become my cum dump you will be a POZ one. So are you ready for that, boy?” For the first time since I gave in to my inner most desires reality came crashing down. I knew it only took one fuck to be pozzed. But I also knew guys could go years taking loads and still stay NEG. For all I knew HIV could already be coursing through my veins, just starting to lay the foundation for taking over my body and entering me into the POZ brotherhood. But what if this one wasn't enough to make it take? I could mitigate the risk of that happening by going home, getting a hold of something like PrEP, and not letting another raw dick enter my body unless I knew the guy was clean. After all, there was still a lot of consequences to consider. It wasn't as if meds worked for everybody. And what about side affects? And the social stigma? The costs? I briefly considered taking Daddy’s out. After all, that would be the smart thing to do. I thought about how my life had been before tonight. Everything was going well. I had a good job, great health, and my own apartment. I was also a 25 year old virgin. My sex life consisted of reading online sex stories, cruising BBRT for guys I wanted to fuck me but were too scared to meet, and jacking off. Then I thought about tonight. I had sucked a real dick. I had been fucked. Hard. I had even eaten cum that had come from my own asshole. For the first time in my life I felt like I was really living. I couldn’t deny it any longer. was a slutty cum dump who needed loads! It had been all I could think of for months. Now that I had gotten a taste of what my life could really be like, could I really walk away from that? I gave Daddy a deep kiss and climbed off his lap. I walked over the toothbrush lying in front of the TV, grabbed it, and walked back over to Daddy. “You’re gonna need this,” I said curling his fingers around the handle. I got back on the floor, settling into doggie style, and wiggled my butt. Daddy started to caress my body, sending shivers through me. His breath on my ear made me wild, only enhancing the anticipation for what I knew was coming. “I’m so proud of you boy,” he said nibbling on my ear. “You’re gonna be such a good cum dump. Before long your mouth will always smell like dick.” As he kissed down my back towards my ass I couldn’t believe how proud I was of myself too. I was finally being who I wanted to be. A slut. A cum dump. A hole for dick. When he pried my cheeks apart and licked my asshole I flinched. s much as I wanted it I was still scared. Letting Daddy toothbrush my hole was drastic. I knew that. I could just try to get as many loads as possible, hoping that the POZ ones took. Did I really need to do something that only hardcore chasers did? But when he slid the toothbrush in and started scrapping my insides, I knew I had made the right choice. The twisting of the toothbrush was one of the most erotic things I had ever felt. I imagined little cuts forming in my rectum, providing passage ways for HIV to enter my system. Shit that turned me on. It was then I had another moment of clarity. Like Daddy said earlier, I really was a chaser. For the past few months the idea that had gotten me off the most was a prudish NEG condom-nazi making the transition into a whore who need POZ cum like he needed air. That was me! Only months ago I had thought sex with condoms was the only way to go. Now I was having my insides tooth brushed on purpose to make it easier for POZ cum to infect me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed Daddy’s load! “FUCK ME DADDY! POZ ME! GIVE ME YOUR DIRTY SEED!” Daddy pulled the toothbrush out and shoved his dick in hard. As he fucked me I felt complete. With each thrust Daddy hammered into me I let out a guttural grunt, focusing on the sensations in my pussy. Closing my eyes I grabbed my dick, pumping long and furiously. Daddy’s scream set me off, causing me to erupt more cum all over the carpet. My orgasm was so overpowering I barely registered the flash. “I get his ass next Daddy,” I heard a deep voice say. I opened my eyes and couldn’t believe what was happening. Standing before me was a naked man who had to be only a few years older than me holding the camera. Just like Daddy his was ripped and fuckin' hot! But all I could focus on was his tattoo. Not only was it in the same spot as Daddy’s, it was also the exact same design. To Be Continued

Part II-Acceptance: I want POZ Loads! I had almost turned around and gone back home five times by the time I got to Daddy’s apartment. Putting my fist up to knock I froze. This was it. If I knocked I’d be hooking up with a guy for the first time. Not just that, he’d be POZ as well. What was I thinking? There were too many things I wanted to do to risk being pozzed. I mean don’t get me wrong, I knew it wasn’t a life sentence anymore, but did I really want to deal with the health issues, extra costs, all to get some dick? Okay, it was hot dick, but again it was attached to a POZ guy. A POZ guy who was everything I wanted in a Daddy. I imagined him knocking me up, blasting me with his toxic load, and without thinking knocked quickly and hard. When Daddy opened the door I nearly gasped. He was even more gorgeous than his picture. Although his hair was brown he had hints of grey which kinda looked like highlights. His beard and mustache were closely trimmed, making him even sexier than his picture had. He was also shirtless, showing off his rock hard abs. But all I could look at was his biohazard tattoo, half covered by his boxers. For a moment I was transfixed, imagining licking his cum off it. “See something you like boy?” Startled, I looked up at his face. He was smirking. Gulping, I nodded my head and walked in. Daddy closed the door, grabbed my arm and pulled me away from it. “I asked you a question boy. Do you see something you like?” Shaking, I nodded again. “Yes, Daddy.” “Good,” he said smiling. “Take a seat and watch the video. Be naked when I get back.” I was a little startled by Daddy’s forwardness. I mean I knew I was there to have sex, but I figured there’d be at least a little foreplay first before we got naked. I had been so enamored with Daddy that I hadn’t noticed the porn playing on the big screen. Taking my clothes off I watched a twink who had to be close to my age getting gangbanged. Sitting down I couldn’t help but start to jack off. I imagined being that twink, sucking cock after cock before each one shot a load up my dripping butt. Even though I had watch hundreds of videos like this on my laptop, I realized just how different watching it here was. I was watching a video of a guy my age getting gangbanged while naked in an older man’s apartment who I had literally just met. This was so dangerous. But it was also hot. “I hope you like Corona,” Daddy said taking a seat next to me and handing me a bottle. He was completely naked now, dick hard and already leaking fluid. “I…I really shouldn’t,” I said taking the bottle, trying not to stare at his dick. “I drove here.” “One beer won’t kill ya,” he said keeping an eye on me while taking a sip. “It’ll help you relax.” For the first time since I got there I realized how tense I was. Taking a sip really did make me feel better. As much as I wanted to do this I didn’t just as much. This just wasn’t me. I wasn’t the kind of guy who hooked up. I had always wanted to wait for a guy I was in love with, making my first time extra special. But the problem with waiting is that it makes you pent up, needing some kind of release. Maybe that’s why I was naked, watching the hottest bareback porn I had ever seen, drinking a beer with a poz guy at least fifteen years older than me about to blow him. Before I knew it my bottle was empty except for a wedge of lime. Without drinking to distract me I watched the porn more intently, not sure what to do. At least until Daddy started caressing my leg. I looked over and Daddy grabbed me into a kiss. Damn - he was a good kisser. I opened his mouth, our tongues intertwining, moaning in how good his stubble felt against me. Daddy pulled away, keeping his hold on my hair. “Are you…are you sure you’re alright with just a blow job.” “Of course boy. I’m not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to do.” The way he said want spooked me. If I did what I wanted I’d be doing a lot more than sucking dick. I had made it clear what I was willing to do. Could Daddy somehow know I was fantasizing about being loaded over and over again with his dirty cum? Of course not. Then why was he fingering my asshole? “Daddy!” I gasped. “Relax boy. I’m just gonna make you feel good.” I stared into his eyes as he dug into my asshole, squirming around and opening me up. He pulled me onto his lap and kissed me again. He withdrew his fingers from my ass, and rubbed them on my lips. Without hesitation I sucked on them without being asked, even though I knew where they had just been. Honestly, that just turned me on even more. Now that his fingers were slick he pushed in deeper in me, this time with two fingers. We continued making out, rubbing against each other, the friction driving me crazy. I imagined his fingers were his dick, pumping in and out, building up to a climax that would coat my insides. I didn’t just want it. I needed it. But I had to be strong. I was here to blow him, not to get fucked, so blow him I would. “I want to taste you Daddy,” I said breaking our make out session. “I need your dick in my mouth." He kissed me one more time, pushing me off him and onto the floor. On my haunches I got a close up view of his dick, and I was mesmerized. “Get to work boy,” he said, his face scowl making it clear he wanted me to do more than just stare. I licked his dick from the base to the dip, surprised at how much it tasted like skin. Never having sucked dick before, I always had this idea that it had to have its own taste. His musk and sweat definitely added to the flavor, but through it there was still skin. That didn’t keep me from falling in love with the act. I engulfed as much of him as I could, getting about have of his cock in my mouth. I couldn’t believe it, my mouth was full of cock! Slowly I bobbed up and down, reveling in flicking my tongue along every inch I could. Not letting him escape from my mouth I looked up at him, basking in watching him moan. We made eye contact, and for the first time in my life I felt like a slut. I was changed. I knew I would try to suck as much dick as I could now. How could I not? This was one of the most fulfilling things I had ever done. I was pleasing a man. I had finally found my place. So imagine my disappointment when he grabbed my hair and pulled me off. “That’s enough for now boy. We’re just getting started. Get on your hands and knees facing the TV.” I froze. Was he really asking me to get in position for doggie style? I had made it clear we weren’t going to fuck. For a moment I started to panic. I had to get out of there before I ended up doing something I’d regret. “Relax boy. I’m just gonna rim ya. You ever been rimmed before?” “No Daddy,” I said shaking my head. “Good. Now do like I said and get on your hands and knees.” I was still wasn’t sure about this, but slowly I complied and got in position. Nervously I waited, focusing on the porn playing to calm myself down. This was a different scene. Now another guy, he had to be more in his thirties, was in a sling. He was sucking on a dick as cum dripped out of his open hole. Man did I want to be him. As the Daddy on screen lined up his dick up with the other guy’s hole, I felt something wet on mine. I nearly jumped up, but Daddy held me down. Without meaning to I moaned. Fuck that felt good! I realized that wet feeling had to be Daddy’s tongue going up and down my ass crack, paying careful attention to digging into my hole. Like a bitch in heat I kept moaning, silently cursing obscenities of pleasure. When he stuck a finger, then a second, and then a third, I found myself pushing back, thrusting harder with each additional finger he put in. The combination of my hole being played with and the scream of the guy loading into the slut in the sling drove me insane. For the first time I found myself thinking, so what if Daddy’s poz, he has a dick and I need to be fucked! But I could never tell him that. At least, I thought I could never tell him that. Suddenly the pressure on my hole seemed greater. Was Daddy adding a fourth finger? Like before I found myself pushing back, although this time I went much slower. Damn that hurt! Still, something about the pain was erotic. I felt like even more of a slut than I had before! Suddenly I realized, that wasn’t a finger going into my asshole. I looked back and found Daddy sinking his cock into me, his eyes shut in ecstasy. “Damn boy, you’re so fucking tight!” I couldn’t believe it. The bastard was trying to fuck me! He had told me, straight to my face, that he wouldn’t make me to do anything I didn’t want to do. I couldn’t let him get away with this. “Daddy!” I moaned. “Noooo!” Why the hell did it sound like I was enjoying this? “Tell me what you want boy.” Biting my lip I tried to hold back another moan. I failed. “Stop Daddy,” I said before another moan escaped. “Please.” Hitting my back, Daddy surprised me. “Don’t lie to me boy. Tell me what you want.” Shit. Did Daddy know? Could he tell how I was craving his poz cock, wanting it to blast inside my hole? I wanted to lie again. I wanted to say he had to stop and I had to go. But I couldn’t lie to Daddy. Not again. The words blurted out unbidden: “I want your load Daddy!” He started thrusting in and out, going further and further with each set. “What kind of load?” My concentration was split at this point. Daddy was driving me crazy, pumping faster and faster. But I was also mesmerized by the porn. For the first time in my life I felt like I wasn’t just watching. I was part of it too. I noticed the current guy fucking the sling guy had something in common with Daddy. A biohazard tattoo. I grabbed my dick, now turned on more than I had ever been in my life, and without being ordered, the words again blurted forth: "Your POZ load Daddy!” Wow. I couldn’t believe I said it. I actually admitted to Daddy that I wanted his load. His POZ load. And to my surprise. I was glad. “Yea boy. I knew you were a chaser. You want to be a poz cumdump don’t you boy?” It was done. No more secrets. Daddy knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t going to hide it any longer. “Yes Daddy. Make me a POZ cumdump. Make me your POZ bitch!” Daddy pounded into my butt, sending out a scream that let me know he was creaming me. I jacked off harder, blasting out the biggest load I had ever done. I felt Daddy pull out, leaving an empty feeling in my ass. I knew this was the defining moment in my life. No more hesitations. No more fears. I was going to be a cumdump. A POZ cumdump. I definitely had some work to do. I hoped Daddy would help me. To Be Continued

I have attended my share of weddings in my 48 years: family, friends and the occasional plus one of someone I was dating to an obscure relative or friend I really didn’t know. With the recent decision of the SCOTUS, I have now attended three gay weddings in the last year. Weddings are what they are: a couple saying words of commitment then the party is on. The wedding this past Saturday was no different. What was different was I was helping my fiancé, who was serving as the wedding coordinator, just to make sure the events went off without a hitch. We arrived early to help get things set up and arraigned various aspects that would lend to a smoother progression of events throughout the evening. We finished preparations early and even went for a sandwich at the corner deli, upon returning to the venue and devouring our lunch, other pieces began to arrive, chairs, flowers, band etc. Then the guest began to trickle in. Most were your typical friends and family of the grooms, and to be honest, most didn't catch my eye until, that is, a cute young man walked in with his mom, dad and sister. I wasn’t sure who he was but it was obvious by the people he was mingling with he was related to one of the grooms. He stood just under 6’ and had the typical haircut that so many young men wear today, short on the sides and longer on top, combed over to one side and spiked in the front. He was adorable. It was about thirty minutes to the beginning of the ceremony and after circulating a bit taking care of last minute details I realized the young man seemed to be watching me. I was flattered. I am a 6’ tall, and weigh in somewhere just shy of 200 pounds. Most of me is muscle, and I'm generally well-proportioned, although due to the combination of meds I do have a disproportionate ring of fat around my waist, which gives me a slight belly. Although I consider myself reasonably attractive, most young men wouldn’t give me the time of day. Anyhow, with a couple of discrete questions, I learned the young guy's name was Zach, that had turned 18 just a few weeks earlier, and that he was a nephew of one of the grooms. The boy kept checking me out and I had to stifle my inclination to ask him "Who's your daddy?" Clearly a good call considering where we were, and that he was there with his family. The ceremony wrapped up and the happy couple began to circulate after signing the required legal documents, and after some time, they finally made it to the buffet line and heavy appetizers began to be consumed. I waited until most of the guests had had a chance to begin eating before making a plate for myself then sitting down to eat. I had noticed that Zach had positioned himself so he could watch me eat from his position at his table. I consumed my portion and noticed he had gone back for seconds, so I got up and went back to the buffet to find him chowing down on a couple sliders. “Hey, how’s it going?” he asked between bites. “Going smoothly. Having a good time?” “Yeah, but I could be having more fun, if you know what I mean.” He seemed to blush a bit with his boldness. I just smiled and took my food back to my table, noticing, however, that Zach was still watching me, almost stalking me. Frankly, the kid's attentions were leaving me with a hard-on. After I was finished eating, I noticed went to the restroom to wash up, noticing Zach had disappeared. I figured he had found someone else who was more receptive to his invitation. I entered the small, single occupant restroom, I turned and locked the door, and stepped-up to the sink to wash up only to find Zach standing in front of me. He had hidden behind the short wall that separated the sink from the toilet and been waiting for me to enter. “So, does Daddy want to have some fun?” “Ummm, Zach, there’s a whole room of people out there.” “So there is just us in here.” He began to grope my hardening cock within my pants, as his lips brushed mine, returned the kiss and slide around the boy to the sink, to wash my hands of the food particles. Washing my hands only made me have to pee. “Zach I have to piss if you don’t mind.” He suddenly plopped onto the toilet seat and quickly unzipped my pants and my semi hard cock was in his mouth. “You sure about this?" I asked. He nodded, and with a little concentration I let the stream begin to flow. He tightened his lips around my shaft and gulped down every drop. When he felt the stream end he began to work his mouth up and down the now hardening shaft until I was fully erect and oozing dirty precum down his throat. He worked my shaft as I began to moan, trying to be quiet so as not to alert the other guests. Somehow, meanwhile, Zach had undone his belt and pants and was stroking his impressive member, and when my cock was wet and slimy from his oral attention, he suddenly stood up and turned around, pinning me against the wall then guided my erect rod into his hole, backing-up slowly onto my shaft. Soon he had fully impaled himself on my tool. Then he began to pleasure himself (and, admittedly me), by bracing himself on the toilet tank and gyrating on my throbbing member. I worked myself it in and out of his tight hole noticing some red on my shaft. I figured that, with only spit for lube, Zach had ripped his hole. But even so, he hid his discomfort and urged me on. I began pounding into the willing boy and had to put a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet, his hole massaging my shaft as I repeatedly slid in and out. I wasn’t going to last long and felt my cream boiling up from my balls, as my shaft swelled up and became just a little harder. I made a final thrust into his hole, my cock throbbing as I filled Zach with my toxic seed, blast after blast coating his internal walls. As the flow of seed began to dwindle I resumed my pounding and worked the cream into his intestinal walls. As his ass began to spasm, he shot ropes of cum onto the toilet seat cover, and my second load shot into his ass, filling him with more toxic jism. I pulled out, and he immediately spun around and cleaned off the ass juice, blood, and semen from my deflating tool, he also proudly made it a point to show me his wreaked hole. Before we dressed, he licked his cream from the seat cover, and I leaned over and licked the cum from his hole, tasting his sweet teen ass. He wiped his hole then pulled up and adjusted his pants, as I was doing the same to mine. When he kissed me in thanks, there was the taste of his cream on his lips, and I shared with him some of his ass juices. Then we fixed our clothing, and washed-up a bit. Just before we left the restroom Zach slipped me a card on which he had provided his name, number, and e-mail. As I exited, he slid behind the partition, discretely joining the party a few minutes later. As he and his family were leaving, after the cake cutting he whispered “Thanks for taking my cherry. Hope to hear from you, Daddy.” If he only knew what I had left behind in his rectum.

This is my first time writing a story like this. I'd appreciate any feedback you guys would be willing to give. Hope you like it. Part I-Agreeing to Meet So boy, are you gonna come over? With my hand wrapped around my dick, slowly pumping up and down, I tried to think about how to respond. On the one hand, fuck yea I wanted to come over! I had been chatting with this Daddy on BBRT and couldn’t stop staring at the pics we traded. He was fucking hot! Killer abs. Chiseled face. Sick tattoos. And a big, fat, dick. All I wanted was to get on all fours, slobber that cock up, and have him ram it up my butt. But on the other hand, I couldn’t actually take a raw dick up my ass. That was just a fantasy, not something I actually did. Staring at his biohazard tattoo reminded me even more of why it was such a bad idea. I didn’t want HIV. The chance of being infected just wasn’t worth the risk, even if his dick was gorgeous. Still, I was horny. The more I stared at his picture, the more I needed his dick. A taste. That’s all I needed. I let go of my dick and carefully typed my answer. I’m not sure Daddy. If I did I’d only be willing to blow you. Would that be alright? Anxiously I waited for his reply. I still couldn’t believe I was doing this. It wasn’t long ago that the idea of not using a condom wouldn’t have crossed my mind, and here I was chatting with a guy on a hook up site where barebacking was the whole point. As much as I knew using condoms was the smart thing to do, the idea of using them had become less and less appealing in the last few months ever since I found Breeding Zone. At first I had been disgusted with it. I mean how could someone be proud of taking load after load from men they didn’t even know? But before long I was addicted. It became the site I went to daily. I grew to especially love stories where guys who were hesitant about taking dick raw ended up craving it. If I’m honest that’s what happened to me. Getting loads, especially anonymous ones, had become the first thing I thought of in the morning and the last thing I thought of when I went to sleep. So of course I made a profile on BBRT as well. I was even honest about what I really wanted in my profile: Virgin looking for a Daddy to teach me how to be a cumdump. Ultimate goal: Take loads daily. That’s probably why I was trembling. This Daddy had messaged me expecting to make a cumdump out of me, and all I asking for was a blowjob. I was sure he was going to turn me down. But maybe that was a good thing. Was this really what I wanted? I mean sure, maybe I had been wanting to find a glory hole and suck dick without ever seeing a guys face. And perhaps I fantasized about being the center of a gang bang where guys shouted how they were pumping my pussy full of toxic cum. Maybe I even dreamed of having a Daddy look me in the eyes as he fucked me and told me he was making me his poz bitch boy for life. But again that was fantasy. Not reality. Sure boy, can you come over now? Fuck. He still wanted me to come over. I wasn’t sure what to do. Taking another look at his picture I focused on his biohazard tattoo. No. I couldn’t do this. It was wrong. Reckless. Stupid. I knew better. I started to type my answer, intending to say I didn’t think it was a good idea anymore when I focused more on his dick. Mine was still hard and I needed release. I knew if I just finished the job I’d be fine. Once I came I’d be over this and logging off would be a given. I grabbed my dick again and jacked away, trying to come as quickly as possible. But that just made my need to get that dick in my mouth grow. I let go of my dick, now hornier then ever. I wondered, is this really worth the risk? Yes Daddy. I can be there within thirty minutes. So with that I logged off and went to the Daddy’s apartment. If I had known how that encounter would change my life I probably wouldn’t have gone. I’m so glad I did. To Be Continued

Two loads from a guy I met at a dinner party given by mutual acquaintances. Nice bearded guy, hubby material. We apparently were the two "trophy gays". We were the only two smokers too. While outside having a cig he said he had felt obliged to attend but was bored out of his mind and rather be at home fucking a juicy hole. Told him I felt the same but then on the receiving end of a big thick dick. Both of us laughed at that. When he announced pretty early he was leaving for the train station I offered to walk him there since I was going in that direction anyway (chance for me to leave the boring dinner party too). He told me again he was horny as fuck so instead of the station we walked to my home. Nice thick 7" but I hadn't counted on the PA....Fucked like there was no tomorrow and planted two loads in me, slapped me on the ass with a "hope to see ya next time", dressed and left for the station. My ass is still sore from that PA but at least I have his phone#.

I went to Steam Works in Vancouver this morning where I met a guy who wanted to fuck me bare. He also asked if I minded if his friend joined us. I didn't mind. His friend was so fucking hot. The two of them fucked me for just over two hours, and the friend bred me twice, warning he had big loads. He wasn't kidding: his cum has been oozing outta me all day. If he had more time I'm pretty sure he could have gone for round three. The guy kept asking me how it was that his friend was going to breed me, make me pregnant. I found the use of the word 'pregnant' interesting. Of course, the subject of status never came up. Both guys were high on something but I didn't care: they stayed hard and I got what I needed - an ass full of unknown cum. P.S. I'm not sure what this will do to my body but I was just informed one of the guys who recently fucked me is poz, had only recently converted and was not on meds. Guess I got a recharge. Was that why I was feeling so tired, night sweats, etc?

here is the next chapter to the story... I got home around 1am and went directly to my bedroom, all night my mind was thinking of the events that unfolded today. Did Nicholas sense that I was looking at him all this time and showed an interest in him…I was awoken around 6am to the sounds of bed springs and heavy panting, for a moment I thought it was me and Nicholas but then I was shot to reality when I heard Charles banging some chick he met at the bar…I started to go back to my thoughs about the previous evening and suddenly my cock go rock hard…Not letting it go to waste I started stroking and fantasizing about last night and feeling Nicholas’s tongue exploring my hole, would he fuck me? What was the strange tattoo he had on his thigh? And oh that magnificent thick cock….within minutes I shot the biggest load all over my stomach, I scooped up some of my cum unto my finger and started savoring the salty taste….I laid in bed for another hour before I decided to get out of bed and hit the gym. When I got to the gym the parking lost wasn’t packed so that’s a good sign that it wasn’t crowded, I didn’t think it would be on a Sunday morning, most of the jocks are sleeping in from the weekend escapades…..I hit the lockers and got changed into my jock strap, shorts, and a t-shirt….I started out doing my usual cardio routine to warm up a bit before I hit the machines and free weights....While I was lifting weights on the bench an older daddy type came over to offer to spot me, I replied back “Sure, I appreciate that”…During our workout we introduced ourselves and I found out his name is Mark and he’s a fireman, he’s been coming to this gym for years…After our work out we headed towards the locker room to clean up, Mark looked at me and asked “Want to hit the steam room for a bit?” I thought for a moment and said sure why not. In the locker room we stripped down to nothing and put on a towel. This gave me an opportunity to check him out, DAMN he had a beautiful body, nice defined pecs and a lot of chest hair, kind of reminded me of Nicholas… In the steam room there were a couple of other guys in one corner but other than that it was pretty quiet and steamy, I could hardly see the other guys in the corner. Mark stood in front of me and took off his towel and laying it on the bench all while revealing his thick massive cock with low hanging balls, I noticed he had a silver band on his cock…..We started talking and I asked him about the silver band on his cock, he laughed and said “it’s a cock ring, it keeps me hard, you like it?” at this point I didn’t know what to say so I said “Yea, it’s nice”….Suddenly the other two guys in the steam room left so here I was alone in the steam room with Mark…After the guys left he moved his hand to the towel on my lap and said “you don’t need that in here, take it off and get comfortable”….I’m sure he sensed the bulge in my crotch…I replied back stating “No, I am ok”, well that didn’t sit well with Mark as he stood up in again, this time his cock was just inches from my mouth, he reached down and pulled my towel off….”Well someone here is saluting to attention” Mark said with a grin, in not time his hand was stroking my cock and rubbing some of the precum unto his finger. After a few minutes he sucked on his precum soaked finger and said yummy…Then I did something that I did not expect I reached out and started sucking on his cock, the thick shaft started expanding in my mouth. I loved sucking on his cock and feeling his balls hit my chin…I was getting into making love to this new found friend…just as I was getting into nursing his cock, he pulled away and said “shh, we have company”….just then I heard other voices in the steam room and could make out 4 other guys in there chatting. We stayed in the steam room for a bit talking until he motioned to head for the door…We headed for the showers to clean off and get dressed. We finished getting dressed and headed for the exit, Mark turned to me and said “James, what are your plans for the day?” I looked at him and said “laundry and then nothing really”…Mark replied ”Well, why don’t you go home, get your laundry done and then come over to my place, I’m having some friends over around 2pm for a bbq/pool party, here’s my address and phone number”. With that he handed me a wrote his number and address on a blank piece of paper and handed it to me. Heading home from the gym my mind was overwhelmed with everything going on, I just hoped that my roommate and his latest girlfriend were gone when I got home….I pulled into the apartment complex and parked my car, when I realized I needed to stop by the grocery store on my way home. With that I put the car in reverse and pulled back out of the apartment complex and made my way to the local grocery story, for a Sunday morning it was packed. I quickly found a parking spot and headed in to pick up my stuff…For the bbq/pool party I picked up a case of beer to bring along as well as sunscreen, didn’t want to get burned… Headed home and started doing my laundry for the week and pack my towel, sunscreen and swimsuit for the pool party. I finished up my laundry around 1 and figured I should start heading over to Mark’s place…I hope he doesn’t mind if I am a bit early, I could help him out a bit….I made my way over to Mark’s he was not too far from me, only a few miles from my apartment. I noticed there were a couple of cars parked on the street and in the drive, as I made my way up to the front door. I rang the door bell and to my surprise, Nicholas answered the door and greeted me by saying, “James, what are you doing here? I didn’t know you knew Mark.” I looked at him and said “we go to the same gym and work out together” He smiled and me and said “well come on in and enjoy the fun.” I handed him the case of beer and said I” brought along some beverages” he remarked back “well this should be a fun bbq.”

PART 7 Quietly Joel lay in the sling and began wondering how he had come to be here. He knew how but his mind would not allow for him to accept it and rapidly moved on. He had made the decision to enter this sauna or more what he thought was a sauna. He had almost immediately known what kind of a place it was but had stayed anyway. What was he thinking? How could he have let himself get so involved in all this sordid, unnatural sexual activity? How could he have been so hypnotically mesmerized by the soothing calm voice of this giant black man? Had he been bewitched? Was he losing his faith? His thoughts and questions rushed into his brain, yet, he lay there not protesting. He knew this was wrong, wrong, wrong. He had been admonished and taught all his life that any kind of sex outside of his marriage was wrong and especially sex between men was a total abomination. Yet, still, here he lay in this sling not moving or protesting or screaming to be released. What was that warmth he was feeling deep inside him? What had caused that? Was it from whatever had been inserted into him? Why was he feeling relaxed yet gritting his teeth? Why was he coughing when there was no need? Why did he feel so peaceful and relaxed? Why did his colon now feel so warm and comforting? Damn! Am I horny or what? Joel chuckled out loud as his eyes brightened. Jammes had watched Joel as he put away his paraphernalia. He watched as the white man now in his sling had been so quiet and compliant in the beginning but was showing signs of activity. Especially active were his hips that were grinding around in slow motion and trying to hump back onto something. Jammes had seen this so many times and this white man was just going to be his latest. He walked over and slid open the window once more returning to the man in the sling. Jammes sat on the upended box he had for the next round of exhibitionism. He looked to see how many were at the window, nodded to his voyeurs, and began. Jammes stuck the middle finger of his right hand into his mouth wetting it and then put the unnoticed sharpened nail at the puckered centre of the hole. He pressed inward spreading the wrinkle open wide allowing him to go almost to his hand. He turned and twisted his hand causing his finger to spin first one way and then back the other. Multiple times he did this until he was satisfied. And, when he was, he slowly pulled his finger out of the hole until just the tip was inserted. A second finger was added and the process repeated. A third finger and finally a fourth finger were added stretching the wrinkled skin. It was a bit of a discomfort to Joel but his mind told him that it was such a superb feeling, and he needed more of it. He felt . . . full. Joel attempted to shove his hole down onto the fingers demanding more attention and moaned in contentment when he got it and became frustrated with grunts and growls of discontentment when he didn't. Jammes watched his new toy and listened to how he was becoming a willing participant. He turned and smiled big at the window. Jammes for his final finger fun removed all four fingers but immediately replaced them with the index and middle fingers of both hands. The four drove inside Joel's hole with only slight resistance garnering a great deep rumble of approval from Joel. Jammes immediately spread his fingers as wide as he could stretching Joel's hole wide. Joel let out a muffled howl of approval.

The lights came on at 3:00 A.M., just as the security started ushering the masses out of the club. Once out on the street, Luke looked for familiar faces of his friends and saw no one he knew. He was drunk and shirtless and sweaty. He checked his phone and saw the text message string saying all had left, some heading to after parties, some heading home. “Shit” he said to himself, not wanting to pay for a cab all by himself. When looked up from his phone, he noticed a man eye-fucking him from just a few feet away. He looked back down at his phone, suddenly feeling shy and drunk and happy, and when he looked up again, he briefly studied the stranger. The man was least 15 years older, maybe more, all muscles, tattoos, and piercings. He’d apparently just exited the leather bar next door and not the night club from which Luke emerged. The leather man was totally not Luke’s type, but Luke was drunk and horny, and needed a ride home, preferably without his gossipy gaggle of friends to judge any decision he made at this particular point. Pulling on his shirt, Luke glanced back down at his phone, trying to focus sufficiently to pull up the text messages from his friends, but as he did so, he noticed in his peripheral vision a pair black boots approaching. Looking up, Luke found the leather man was his side. “Hey. I’m Steve.” “Luke,” he replied as he automatically stuck out his hand. “Wanna come back to my place?” It was the most direct pickup line Luke had ever heard. “Yes," Luke replied, even before he could consider the alternatives. Twenty minutes and a cab ride later, Luke found himself walking through Steve’s massive loft wondering what he was getting himself into. From behind, Steve approached him and began caressing the 25 year old prize with his strong, knowing hands. Luke, it should be said, had a boy-next-door aura to him, and at 5’11, 170 pounds, he was muscular and lean. Inhibitions were flaring up as the alcohol buzz wore off a bit, and Luke wasn’t sure he was game for this tryst with an older guy. But that didn’t matter, as Steve was decidedly in control. Coming up behind Luke, Steve reached around Luke, unbuckled the younger man's trousers, pushed them to the floor, tweaked Luke's nipples and simultaneously grinding his his crotch against Luke’s supple ass. “I probably shouldn’t…” Luke whispered with a little resistance, until he felt the whiskered jawline making its way between his butt cheeks. He moaned in delight. “Fuuccckk” he said as Steve’s tongue penetrated his hole. Steve enjoyed making Luke melt, and as hot as the foreplay was, he knew it was only going to get better. Soon, he'd be leaving an indelible mark in Luke's cunt, marking it forever that he had been there. And indeed, Luke's cock was rock hard. If he had been asked, and had he been able to answer coherently, Luke would probably have asserted he had ever been so aroused as he was under Steve's expert attention. Luke was, in fact, dripping copious quantities of pre-cum, and that was before either Luke or Steve even touched Luke's cock. After a few minutes, holding Luke's body against his, Steve stood up and undid his belt and pants. They fell to the floor. Now, both men were half-dressed, with their shirts on and their pants/underwear on the floor below. Luke felt a massive dick pressed downward in his crack and felt Steve’s hairy legs against his. Luke was questioning the trajectory of the night. This was not a romantic encounter – this was him in a stranger's house with his pants on the floor about to get fucked. He’d never really had such a tryst, and it felt cheap and raunchy (albeit exhilarating and hot). Was he going to let it go forward? Did he even have a choice? Luke tried to turn around, figuring his exit plan would be a blow job and a kiss goodbye, but Steve knew his seed needed to be implanted in this twenty-something-god. He knew it from the moment he saw Luke. And Steve wasn’t going to let the power shift in this encounter, even if such would involve Luke’s perfect lips on his cock. So he just held Luke tighter with one arm and grabbed his cock. He glided the tip of his dick up and down Luke’s crack, lingering at his moist hole. “Fuck” Luke said, as the feeling of the Steve's dick against him was utterly overwhelming. Naturally his brain flirted through an array of concerns, but he finally settled on letting this happen. “Slut it up tonight” he said to himself, kind of proud at his decision. Steve positioned his dick against Luke’s hole and began to press forward. In response, Luke tensed-up in pain as the monstrous tool invaded his ass. Steve, however, knew how to get his way, and calmed Luke urging him “Relax, boy. Let go and take it.” Steve's deep, resonate voice did the trick, and Luke responded by doing his best to open up as Steve’s huge and veiny dick made its way deeper inside him. “Fuuuck” Luke moaned. He’d never taken such a big dick before, and his body was tearing to accept it. Ever patient, Steve slowly sunk in, pushing in a little and withdrawing a little, gradually getting deeper and deeper. He finally bottomed out, balls-deep in Luke's ass. As Steve reached full depth, he kissed Luke’s neck and announced “I’m all the way in." Luke smiled in satisfaction. “Hot. So fucking hot.” Luke was elated that the most painful part of the encounter was likely over and was ready for the pain to become lustful ecstasy. And the slut inside him was kind of proud for him taking a stranger's raw dick. Steve withdrew a little, and then pressed back into Luke’s ass. And again. And then he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into him. Finally, Luke was there: Steve's monster dick had invaded his ass completely and was now thrusting in and out with less resistance and more pleasure. Steve meanwhile, had found his fuck rhythm, and was pounding Luke’s ass with tempo and determination. Both men were sweating through their shirts, and beads of sweat ran down their legs. Steve’s balls were smacking against Luke’s. A few more minutes of Steve ravaging Luke’s cunt passed, before Steve grunted into Luke’s ear “I’m close.” Luke whimpered. “Fuck yeah” and let out a few moans. “I’m gonna breed you," Steve announced. Luke loved this kind of dirty talk, so responded “Fucking breed me. Shoot your load in me,” flexing his ass muscles to work and milk Steve’s huge cock. Steve rammed his dick deep inside Luke and a spasm of pure physical pleasure erupted as Steve’s toxic load spurted into Luke’s torn interior, coating the young man's fuck chute, and exposing Luke to the wrath of Steve's prior exploits. With Steve’s raw dick still in him, fucking the big, virus-laden load ever deeper into his ass, Luke feverishly jerked his cock until he shot his thick load onto the carpeting. Afterwards each man pulled-up his pants, and exchanged numbers with the other. Luke also had to borrow cab money, and with that he headed home. **************************************************************** To be continued.

Part 1 It was going to be a great day! I had just turned 18 two days ago, I was graduating from high school in the afternoon and I was going to a huge party that night with my girlfriend Emily, my best friend Paul, and his girlfriend Linda. First let me tell you about myself. My name is Caleb. I’m the youngest of four boys in a very religious and close family. I was home schooled until high school and then went to a high school operated by our church. I guess you could call me the nerdy type. I am 5’11’’, I weigh about 160 pounds, . My hair was blond and shaggy. I loved to swim so I guess I had what you would call a ”swimmers build”. My girlfriend Emily said most girls thought I was cute, in a “nerdy” way. Emily was my age and we had been seeing each other all through high school. Emily was very pretty. We both were religious and never took our relationship beyond the handholding and occasional kiss phase. We both believed that any sexual contact should remain off limits until we married. We were very naïve about the real world. Paul was my best friend. We had known each other since we were little kids and were inseparable. If I was a nerd, Paul was a “super nerd”. He is about 5’6’’ and weighs 130 pounds. He has a pale complexion with shaggy red hair. Paul even wears the typical thick rimmed glasses. Paul could easily be mistaken for being 13 or 14 years old. Paul’s girlfriend Linda is very shy. I don’t think they had even held hands let alone kiss. They both are even more naive than Emily and me, if that is possible. I have always considered myself total straight and never even thought about "fooling around" with a guy. It was against what I believed and besides I was saving myself for Emily. Tonight was going to change our lives in so many ways and I we were completely unaware. All four of us were graduating together, so after our graduation ceremony, Emily and I met up with Paul and Linda and we attended receptions put on by our parents and by 9:00 pm it was time to head to the party. We were all nervous but excited about the party. Many kids from our class were attending and we knew there would probably be alcohol and maybe more available there. Paul and I had only snuck a few beers in our life and both of the girls had never tried alcohol. Linda said she would go but would not drink but the rest of us had decided to have fun and celebrate our “big accomplishment”. The party was taking place at a remote farm about ten miles from town. When we arrived there were dozens of kids already partying, many from our school and many I didn’t recognize. The farmhouse was huge and there was a very large swimming pool and hot tub in the backyard along with many picnic tables. There was a huge bonfire in a fire pit. Everybody had contributed money to attend so there was beer, liquor, soft drinks and food. All four of us had packed bathing suits and we noticed nearly everyone there was already in their suits and enjoying the pool and hot tub on a very warm night. We went inside to change and were directed to two bedrooms in the back. The house was beautiful and I was surprised anyone would let such a party take place in it. When we got outside after changing I asked around about who owned the home. I was told it was two former graduates from another local school who were great football players and had even played in the NFL before getting hurt. They were now successful businessmen and agreed each year to allow the party on their property. Their only stipulation was that no one leave drunk and that they be allowed to join the party later in the evening. A friend of Emily’s led us back into the house and showed us a picture of the two owners. They were both stunningly handsome shirtless black men appearing to be in their early-forties. They were both about 250 pounds of solid rippling muscle. They looked like Greek gods. I heard Emily gasp when she saw the picture. “They are beautiful”, she whispered. I thought it odd that these two men would own the house together, but I didn’t pursue the matter further. We went outside and found the beer and alcohol and the three of us grabbed a beer and headed to the pool. The beer was flowing fast and furious and Paul and I matched each other drink for drink. We were definitely feeling the effects About an hour had passed when we heard the owners had arrived along with a nephew of one of the guys. A few minutes later they appeared: all three were shirtless and wore basketball shorts. Their photographs didn't do them justice. My school didn’t have any African American students, so we had little exposure to black men. They were the most beautiful men I had ever seen. Jordan was the biggest and appeared to be in his early forties. His muscles seemed to pop from his body. Emily commented that his thighs were bigger than my waist. He had closely cut hair and an incredibly handsome face. He had only one tattoo I could see. It was an odd design around his navel. James appeared to be about the same age but wasn’t as big but he had a perfectly defined chest with an eight pack of abs and the same odd tattoo. He had his hair in dreadlocks. Aaron, who turned out to be Jordan’s nephew was about in his early 20’s, swimmers build like me and the face of a model. He too had the same tattoo. We were introduced to them and they seemed very interested in us. Jordan put his arm around me and James put his arm around Paul and asked if we were having fun. We looked so small next to them but they really seemed to like us and we talked for a while. Aaron meanwhile seemed to really be interested in Emily which was making me jealous but I knew she was not going to screw up our relationship. Linda just stood and watched as we all talked. After a few minutes, Jordan suggested we all go to the hot tub. We all grabbed beer and headed over. The hot tub was huge. It could easily handle 20 people and there were about 10 people in there. We climbed in and Jordan made sure to sit next to me and James next to Paul. Aaron got there a few minutes later and maneuvered himself in next Emily. Linda said she didn’t feel good and said she was going to lie down in the car. After a few minutes somebody brought out a bong, a device of which I had heard, but never actually before seen. Everybody in the tub started passing it around and taking “hits” off it. When it came to me, Jordan showed me and Paul and Emily how to do it. I took two hits and suddenly I was feeling pretty relaxed. The marijuana and the beer were really making me feel good. I leaned back and suddenly felt Jordan put his hand on my leg. I couldn’t see it because of the foam in the tub but it felt massive and he slowly began rubbing my upper thigh. I looked over at Paul and could tell by the look on his face that James was doing the same to him. Jordan then reached under the water and grabbed my hand and placed it on his massive thigh. You could feel the muscles under his smooth skin and I began to rub him. I saw Jordan look at James and wink. get his backpack from the house. Aaron asked Emily to go so they could bring back more beer and she agreed. As soon as they left, Jordan yelled “It’s time to party!” He shifted in the water and then next thing I knew he was holding his shorts in his hand and tossing them out on the grass. James removed his shorts immediately as did several other guys and girls in the pool. James turned to Paul and me and said “What about you two?” Neither of us made a move so they took action. They reached down and grabbed us by our waist and lifted us with one hand while stripping our suit with the others. The next thing I knew I was back in the tub totally naked with Jordan’s massive arm around me. I looked over at Paul who looked totally in shock and appeared to be sitting on James’s lap. Aaron showed up at that moment, but Emily had remained back at the house to use the bathroom. Jordan reached in to the pack and pulled out two bottles and tossed one to James. They took the covers off and put it up to our nose and said breath it in. I did twice and felt like I was flying. I felt Jordan put his hand on my stomach and slowly rub me. He moved his hand down to my penis and took it in his hand. I realized then that I was getting hard. He pressed his face against my neck and began nipping it with his teeth. I moaned slightly and when I did he turned my face to his and I kissed a man for the first time in my young life. His tongue played with my tongue and without thinking I reached up and wrapped my arms around him. I heard a moan from behind and saw Paul lying with his head on James’s shoulder. It was obvious that Paul was being touched under the water and was enjoying it. Suddenly I felt something brush my leg. I reached and felt his penis for the first time. It was massive. I couldn’t imagine a man having a penis that large. Jordan smiled and stood up. I was face to face with penis at least 10 inches long but its width was stunning. There was a large metal ring piercing the tip of it. I didn’t think such a thing was possible. I heard several people in the tub as well as some people who were now watching the four of us, gasp when they saw it. “Taste it!” he told me. I obeyed and opened my mouth. It was so big I could barely get it in but Jordan slowly helped me taste my first penis. “Your turn baby” I heard James say and I turned around to see Paul licking the tip of James’s penis. James was not as massive as Jordan but was longer. He had to be at least 13 to 14 inches long. Paul was mesmerized by it all. They both grabbed the poppers bottles again and took a hit of their own. Then they shoved the bottle under our nose and we both inhaled. I knew then that I was really starting to enjoy this and wasn’t going to try and stop whatever was happening. Suddenly we were both picked up by our two Greek gods and carried to a picnic table. I felt so small in his huge arms as he carried me. His body felt warm against mine and I reached and rubbed his muscled chest. He pulled me tight against him and began to kiss me again. I opened my mouth to let his tongue in. Aaron, who was also now naked, was there at the table spreading a blanket on it. We were both placed gently on table next to each other.

I was in college the first time I experienced POZ cock, or rather I saw a guy, my boyfriend, taking POZ cock. I was more of a top, and my boyfriend Bobby was more of a bottom, but we changed it up every so often to keep things exciting. We tried flipping, but it got boring after a while. He had a hard time keeping it hard enough to top me. Ugh... And of course, we fucked bare. We talked about adding a third guy to our relationship, but didn't want to complicate things. I didn't want him to start to stray, secretly, however, the thought of seeing another guy fuck him got me hard. Anyhow, we needed some sort of an outlet to get our rocks off. I was in the campus library one night, and yes, maybe I was looking for the rumored glory hole in the basement, you know, out of curiosity more than anything. Anyway, I stood at the urinal, stroking my cock a bit, and waited. After a few minutes, I gave up. I let my stiffy go down enough to piss and headed out. Across the hall from the bathroom was a bulletin board. I gazed at a few postings absent-mindedly and one jumped out at me: GET OFF ON PHOTOGRAPHING HOT GUYS WITH EACH OTHER? JOIN OUR NAUGHTY GAY FUCK PHOTO CLUB EMAIL YOUR PICS TO ******@******.COM FOR AN INVITE Sweet. I snapped a photo of the address with my phone and headed home with a smile on my face and a semi-hard dick in my pants. Bobby and I thought it would be just what we needed. We didn't need to cheat to get off on watching other guys mess around. We set up my phone on my desk with an auto-timer and took some playful photos of us on my bed, with undies pulled down to show pubes but no dick, and some that sort of showed our faces, but not really. We got so hot “posing” that he was able to get it hard enough to fuck me senseless! It wasn't until he pulled out of my cummy hole that I realized that we had left the auto-timer running, and it was all captured in pics! We sent some of the more playful photos and one or two nude fuck pics, that didn't show our faces, to the email address. Within minutes, we had an invite for a photo session that weekend. We arrived at the address on Saturday night, right on time. The building looked like a frat house. We rang the bell, holding hands and grinning ear to ear. A cute guy in his mid-20s opened the door and invited us in. He showed us where to stow our clothes, if we wanted, and then led us into the living room, which had been converted into a photo studio, complete with professional lighting equipment. There was a platform in the middle of the room about waist high and a mattress. Our host told us that the group met every other weekend and usually two of the members would have pose in front of everyone and the other members would take photos, sometimes close-ups, sometimes showing faces, but only if the guys “posing” were comfortable with that. Some of the couples would simulate penetration, and some would really have sex. There were condoms available, but some of the guys preferred it bare. Bobby made a joke that he was SURE everyone preferred it bare. Our host mentioned most of the couples “posing” were boyfriends, but a few were single guys who were interested in the “art” of it, or just getting their rocks off. He also mentioned everything that happened would be fun and consensual. No one would pressure us to do anything we weren't comfortable with, and we had to do the same. No pressure. Period. Finally he said we were welcome to take as many photos as we liked, and even strip down and jerk off if we wanted, but no group action, again, unless everyone was comfortable with that. I could tell by the way his cargo shorts were swelling, he was getting hard just describing the rules to us. We relaxed and shared a beer. The doorbell rang, and he excused himself to answer the door. Most of the rest of the group had arrived at once. Our “models” for the evening would be a cute couple, Ryan and Kevin, who liked to “pose” as much as they liked to take photos. There were six other guys there, all with really nice-looking digital cameras hanging around their necks. As hot as they were, I was a bit surprised at how chill everyone was. The “models” were both sort of twinky with smooth relatively-hairless tight bodies. Ryan and Kevin undressed each other, pausing every few seconds for the guys to snap a few pics. They stripped down to matching black jockstraps. Two guys had unzipped and started to jerk off as Ryan and Kevin sucked each other's dick. Kevin ate out Ryan's hole as guys leaned in to take photos. I was totally hard as Kevin lined-up his bare cock and edged it into Ryan's slippery hole. Bobby was fascinated. He leaned in very close and Kevin pulled out so just the head of his cock was in Kevin's ass. Kevin moaned as Bobby leaned in so close for a photo that his hands brushed Kevin's sticky cock. The guys rearranged into a few more positions as the rest of the group snapped away. The sexual energy in the room was palpable, but everyone really did stay calm. I found myself so mesmerized that I was forgetting to take photos. I knew Kevin was close. He pulled out and spread Ryan's asscheeks apart, then flipped him over onto his back and slid his bare cock all the way in. Bobby and I were so close as we snapped photos that we could see the cum pulsing through Kevin's dick. He eventually slid his softening cock out of Ryan's ass. Ryan pulled apart his cheeks to show Kevin's load oozing out. The frat boy host, who had been “professional” the whole time, leaned in for some creampie close-ups. He got closer and closer. “May I?” he asked. “Be my guest” said Ryan as his hole winked. The frat boy stuck out his tongue and took a swipe at Ryan's ass, covering his tongue with Kevin's load. He swallowed it down. Then, like nothing had happened, the guys toweled off and we all went into another room where there was a computer bank set up. All of the guys uploaded their photos into a folder and the frat boy emailed a link to us all so we could download them. We shook hands and left. On the way home Bobby went on and on about how sexy it was to fuck in front of strangers, and to have the whole thing captured on film! He was seemed as impressed by the models fucking raw as he was by the two guys who were comfortable enough to jerk off, noting that one of them had a massive cock! When we got home, we were both so horny. We downloaded the photos immediately and started to fool around. We fucked each other twice that night as the photos cycled through on the screen. He asked if I wanted to “pose” and I said, “HELL YES!!!” We emailed the frat boy and told him we would like to model for the group. He said they had models scheduled already for the next few sessions, but we would be able to pose at the end of the next month. Score! Two weeks later came around and we were promptly on time back at the house. The models this week were two single guys, the two guys who had jerked off at the last session. Joe was tall and beefy, like a football player. The other guy, Tom, was skinnier, but still solidly built, looking sort of like he had lost weight recently. He was the one who had the huge dick, frankly one of the biggest I'd ever seen. His skinniness made his cock look even bigger. They started stripping each other down down, pausing here and there for photos. The rest of the guys were clearly turned on, but remained “professional.” The frat guy whispered to me and Bobby that they had been flirting for a while and this was their first time together. Joe and Tom got down to their underwear and they started pulling it down to reveal each other's pubes, again pausing for shots. Eventually, they were 69ing, still going at it, but slowly, no doubt for our benefit, I'm sure. Tom was sucking Joe for real, but Joe never put Tom's dick in his mouth, only pretending to blow him as the guys snapped away. Tom started working his fingers into Joe's hole and Joe started squirming. “I know we talked about this, but maybe it would be okay, if we fuck safe.” Tom looked uncomfortable when he realized that Joe wanted to get fucked. “Dude. I'm not into latex. Can I bareback you?” Joe said that he wasn't into that and sort of freaked out. They decided to continue with the sessions, but only posing like they were fucking each other. Joe bent over and grabbed his ankles as Tom rimmed his hole and then lined up his bare cock like he was going to put it in. Tom was so turned on that his hard cock was drooling precum. He worked his wet cock over Joe's crack, pausing every so often for photos. Joe seemed to be struggling. It was obvious that he wanted Tom's cock, but he wouldn't allow himself to go for it. Tom worked a few fingers into Joe's ass as the rest of the guys kept shooting. He aligned his cock with Joe's ass again, this time putting the purple head of his bare dick right on Joe's ass, working it up and down. From the right angle, it would have totally looked like they were fucking. Globs of Tom's precum poured down onto Joe's ass and into his open hole. “You okay with me dripping in you?” “NO! That's not what we talked about. You're POZ man. I'm fine with a condom, but I don't want your cum in me!” He grabbed his clothes and stormed off in a huff. Everyone stood around for a few seconds and then started to pack up his stuff. The frat guy calmed the situation down as Tom sat there with his erection going down. He approached us as asked, since we were the last ones to be so excited about posing. I had assumed that he meant for me and Bobby to pose instead, but Bobby must have thought differently. He winked at me and leapt onto the mattress, next to Tom. Bobby started tearing his clothes off, eyes locked with Tom. He was reaching out for his massive cock. The frat guy leaned in and spoke lowly about the rules. Only consensual stuff. No pressure, and simulated sex was okay. Bobby was staring at Tom, and his massive POZ cock that I'm not sure he heard anything at all. Bobby leaned forward and locked mouths with Tom in an intense kiss as they reached for each other's cock.... To be continued

I decided to attend the Gay Pride Parade this past month in my local town to show support for my gay friends with whom I work. There are about five of them. At sixty, I am much older. I'm also 6', and about 185 pounds. I've been married to my wife for 30 years, we had four children, and now have eight grandchildren. I guess I'm about as straight they come, but have always thought there was absolutely nothing wrong with being gay. It just wasn't for me and I had never even thought about doing anything with another guy. It was going to be a hot day, so I decided to dress for the heat and wear what I usually wore to my track meets: a jock strap, shorts, a tee shirt, sport socks and sneakers. One of my friends rode with me there and he was dressed fairly similarly. We found a place to park fairly close to the start, which surprised me, but then I thought, oh hell, when the parade is over I will be about 2-3 miles from here. Oh, well, can't have everything. We got out and walked over to the starting area and found the other guys. I was kind of rubber necking somewhat as I had never seen such an array of, well, somewhat crazy looking people before. There were all kinds of attire from just plain like I and my friends to wild costumes and back down to what looked to be a few guys with little or nothing on at all. It was a kaleidoscope of colors everywhere and I was like a kid in a candy store wanting to just see what all was going on. It was very festive scene and then there were the floats which were magnificent to look at. I started walking around to look at everything I could and soon lost track of where my friends were at. I looked for a bit but there were just too many people around to really look good. I soon decided the heck with it, I would see them later for a couple of drinks before going home tonight. I went looking for something to drink then. Soon found a nice little stand that sold my drink of choice, an ice cold CocaCola. I bought one and then wondered around some more but still did not see my buddies and the parade was lining up to start. I found myself by a float I liked the looks of, so decided to just walk along with it. Soon we were starting up and I found several guys walking around that float and on it all dressed alike, so figured they were all friends or at least had al worked on the float together. A few blocks later, one of the guys from the float turned and said hi to me. I returned his greeting and soon we were talking while we walked along. About a mile and a half into the parade I was starting to feel the heat and the long walk. The guy I was walking with told me I could take a break and ride on the float for a bit if I wanted, but he said I would probably have to take off the shorts and shirt as all on the float only had on jockstraps. I looked and was surprised as I had not noticed them stripping most of their clothes off on there till then. Only the guys walking were still in their shorts and shirts. I was kind of in a turmoil about that when I stepped on a rock in the road and twisted the heck out of my ankle. My new friend grabbed me or I would have went down. That pretty much settled it for a bit as he basically tossed me up onto the float. I decided, what the hell and soon had my shirt, shorts and shoes and socks off and was only in my jockstrap. My new friend then told me I looked to be in pretty decent shape for my age as I had told him that earlier. I thanked him and returned the compliment. I had not really paid much attention to his looks until he tossed me like a sack of sugar onto the float. Now, I noticed, he was definitely in good shape and although not a build of a weightlifter did have quite the muscles showing. I then rode the float for the rest of the parade. Looking around I noticed the other guys on the float all seemed to be in pretty good shape. Must all work out a lot I thought. I also noticed that they all, that I could see from where I was at, seemed to have the same tattoos. One, a tramp stamp on their backs and another on their stomach when they would turn and I could see it, of a figure that looked familiar, but I couldn't place it at first. Then as we passed a hospital on the way I noticed the design on one of the dumpsters I could see off to the side and it dawned on me they all, for some reason, had a biohazard symbol. I asked my new buddy about it and he said they had all decided to get one when they joined the club. I thought that sounded nice for them to do.

My Conversion After high school, I left my small town for the military and never looked back. All through my sexual exploration I had fucked around with both boys and girls. I had the captain of the football team and the head cheerleader after my cock, and a nice cock it is too. I guess before I go any further I should describe myself: 5’10, #160 of muscle, blonde hair, blue eyes; a wrestler’s build; 8” of uncut cock and a nice set of low hanging balls. Basically out on my own, I kept up my bi-sexual ways when I could. Being in the military back in the early 90’s meant being closeted about fucking around with guys or you were in big trouble. But as they say, any hole in a storm; or sometimes if I was in the mood, any cock in a storm. I never worried about pregnancies with the girls, and since most of the guys I fucked around with were also military, condoms were rarely used. I never kept track of the girls I fucked; after all if they got knocked up it was their problem to deal with, at least in my mind. When I got out of the military after my four years and settled in Washington, DC, I still kept slutting around, but more and more often it was with guys and fewer girls or women caught my eye. Eventually I settled down with one of my regular fuck buddies, Dave, and over time we seemed to become a couple. We’d often find a third or more to add to our fuck fests, but it was always the two of us that stayed the night after kicking the other guy out. Then came the day, about two years after I left the military, that the one person I cared about as more than just a fuck screwed me over. Dave and I always bet on the games: football, baseball, basketball; college or pro, it didn’t matter what it was we loved to bet on just about everything. Sometimes it was for money, but mostly they were bets of a sexual nature; who would bottom, who would find the next third for us, who would wear the sexy undies. Little did I know that these bets would forever change my life. One day I lost, and Dave wanted me to bottom for Steve, a guy he knew. So Dave set it up. Steve was a big guy, not fat, just imposingly tall, thickly build, and a monster cock. The night Steve was to fuck me, we started off with a few drinks in the living room before moving things to the bedroom. Dave undressed me as I undressed Steve. Dave remained dressed, and said he just wanted to watch tonight. He had done this before, so I thought nothing of it at the time. Once Steve and I were naked, we crawled onto the bed and began to make out, both of our cocks slowly rising to attention as we kissed and our hands roamed over each other’s bodies. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, we moved around on the bed to 69. Steve was a great cocksucker; and if the moans he made around my cock were anything to go by, along with his still growing cock, he was enjoying my skills on his cock. It seemed like only minutes, but when Steve pulled his cock out of my mouth, I noticed that we had been sucking each other off for almost half an hour. He had me lay on my back, and he went back to working my cock, then my balls and eventually pushing my legs up and enthusiastically eat-out my hole. His tongue felt great pushing into my tight hole, opening it up with his spit. After eating me out for a while, he began to add fingers into the mix, really opening my hole up for his cock. I was writhing on the bed from the pleasure of his tongue and his fingers as they worked over my hole, getting it ready for his cock. Once he had sufficiently loosened-up my hole, he moved up my body and positioned his now leaking cock at my entrance. “You want this?” Steve asked. I looked over at Dave, who gave me a nod. “Yes, slide it in me.” I told Steve. “Ok, I’m going to fuck you till I fill you up with my cum." “Go for it. Get that cock in my ass.” Ah, if only I had known at the time what he really meant, why he asked me if I wanted it. Now, Steve was a great fuck, and his cock sank deep into my hole, opening it up and going in deep. He really pounded my hole, and, although rougher than I normally took, it felt strangely wonderful and liberating to have this beast of a man fucking me with his huge cock, which was much bigger than Dave’s average-sized cock or, for that matter, my above-average cock. He lasted about 30-40 minutes, and we changed positions a couple times, but never once did his cock leave my ass. He varied the thrusts between fast rabbit-punch type thrusts and slower deeper thrusts that really opened me up. I was moaning and enjoying the fuck the entire time. When Steve finally said he was close to cumming and was going to flood my ass with his cum, Dave moved to the bed and with Steve’s final thrust Dave kissed me and rubbed my head. Steve collapsed on top of me as his cock kept firing jet after jet of his cum deep in my ass. I milked his cock to get every drop of his cum into my ass. When he finally started to pull out, Dave moved down and cleaned his cock off for him. Then Dave took a plug out of the desk drawer and inserted it into my hole. I felt nice to be full again after the emptiness I had felt after Steve pulled out of my ass. It had been an exhausting fuck, and I laid on the bed drifting in and out as Steve dressed and Dave showed him out. After locking up, Dave came in, stripped and climbed into bed with me. He snuggled up to my back, and we both fell asleep, I never even came during the entire session. About 4:00 A.M., I woke up with a raging hard-on, and my sexy boyfriend lying next to me. He was back to me, so I began to rub my cock against his ass, he moaned and pushed back against me. We had both often fucked the other in the wee hours of the morning, so I slid my cock into Dave and soon filled his ass with my spunk. Afterwards I fell back asleep, my cock gradually softening in his now cummy hole. Weeks passed, more bets were made and paid up. We fell back into our routines and I didn’t think about the night with Steve again till about a couple of months later when I got terribly sick. I was nauseous, had chills, and sometimes even had trouble getting out of bed. Dave took care of me the whole time. About a week after I got better I went to the clinic for my regular STD screenings. I am sure you have figured out by now what happened when the results came back: I was HIV positive, had been for about a month and a half. When I looked back at it, everything had been there, under a subtext, perhaps, but definitely there - had I thought to examine the facts. I was pissed! Pissed at Dave for doing it to me, at myself for letting it happen, at the world for this disease existing. When I got over to Dave’s I really laid into him about it. Even though he was slightly bigger than me, I shoved him to the floor, rolled him onto his stomach, and pulled down the back of his sweatpants exposing his ass. I pulled my rock hard cock out of my jeans and just shoved it into his ass. He screamed in pain then started crying and telling me he was sorry. "You fucked up my life and now I am going to fuck up yours you fucking bastard!” I screamed at him as I pounded away as his ass, with no prep whatsoever. I felt my death seed getting ready to get shot into the first ass knowingly since I had become positive. “Here it comes, fucker! Your first injection of my poz seed!” With that, I planted my cock deep in his ass and let shot after shot of my now toxic seed fill his ass as I rested on top of his sobbing body. I slowly pulled out, and saw on my cock a mix of ass juice, cum and the pink tinge of blood. I rolled him onto his back, and shoved my cock into his mouth, ordering him “Clean that cock up fucker! From now on, you will take my seed in your cunt till you get pozzed up too!” Once my cock was cleaned, I sat back, drained of emotion and Dave lay on the floor, his pants still bunched beneath his ass and tears streamed down his cheeks. After the hurt and anger had settled, we sat down and talked. Dave told me of how he had wanted us to become poz together and then spread it around to all our conquests. He had told Steve that I wanted to get pozzed but that I had not told him, but he had found out and wanted to give it to me as a present. Dave told me that he wanted the bug too, and that he would take every fuck I gave him till he came down with the fuck flu. Then with both of us poz, we’d start spreading our seed around and poz up every guy we could, even the ones who played 'safe only' with the same doctored condoms we used to stealth when we were neg. I kissed him, and told him to go get his ass in the bed because I was going to breed him all night and fill him so full of my toxic cum that he would be poz within a week.

Fuck it. It was late Saturday afternoon and I had just finished running some last-minute errands getting stuff to keep me hydrated for that evening's play session with a FFuckbud in Bushwick. I was a little behind schedule and felt rushed, sweating from the late summer humidity and sexual anticipation. It was a warm day and I was wearing a t-shirt with cut-off sleeves, shorts and sneakers. I took a deep breath to relax as I waited for the Über car to arrive. I stared at my phone screen: the app displayed the driver was a few minutes away. He was kinda hot from the thumbnail image of his profile. OINK! Buzz. My phone vibrated as the screen display got interrupted as a text came in. HIM: SORRY baby. Can't host tonight after all. Something came up. Have to cancel. Fuck it. I texted him back quickly. ME: Dang that sucks. HIM: I know!!! Was really looking forward 2 PNP and getting @ that pussy of urs. ME: K. Another time then. HIM: I'll make it up 2 u next time I CYU. ME: L8R. I was already cleaned out and just a little buzzed. I smoked a little bowl while getting ready earlier to get me in the mood. It was enough to get my manhole hungry. He is one of my regular fuckbuds. I hate it when they cancel as the last thing I want to do is go online and take a risk with someone new. I like playing with the few regular buds I have. We have great connection and they know how to make my insatiable hole feel great. And I give it back in return. Except not tonight apparently. I stared at my phone screen. Now what? I thought to myself. Should I contact another bud at this last minute? Go online and risk searching for someone new? That seemed desperate (well I was sorta...). FUCK IT. I cancelled the Über car. I shook my head cursing at myself. I had a bag of protein and energy drinks in one hand and my phone on the other. Beside me, I had a small overnight travel bag that had some of my favorite toys, various lube and grease, poppers, and my toiletry bag parTy kit. All that preparation for nothing. I looked around me at the storefronts on the block. I live in an area of north Brooklyn that is historically more African American. But that is rapidly changing as it gentrifies year by year as the a new influx of people move in (myself included), priced out of Manhattan and other areas of northwest Brooklyn. I see a barber shop across the street. Hmm...time for a cut, I think to myself. If I can't play, I may as well get a haircut. I usually go to my barber in the East Village but I sure wasn't going there tonight. It had been a few weeks since my last cut and I like to keep my hair short and buzzed fresh. I was overdue. I placed my phone in my shorts pocket, picked up the overnight bag and crossed the street. Some aashole hipster almost ran into me on a Ciibike, oblivious to jaywalkers ruling the street. I cursed at him as he sped by, not hearing me with his headphones on. I was still spitting at the air when I got in front of the barbershop. It was about to close, totally empty except for one lone barber. I entered. "Hey," I greeted him, walking in. "How's it going? Can you do one more today?" The barber looked me up and down quickly as he was putting some equipment away. "It's late." It almost sounded like a complaint. He looked at me appearing to size me up. The barber was in his mid to late 50's, a tall dark, black man with short, buzzed cut hair and a trim beard that had a light salt and pepper pattern. He was about 6'3" and I guessed around 225 lbs of solid man. He looked like a coach for a high school athletic team. He had a handsome face in a rugged way with an impressive squared-off jawline that was framed with a short beard. He was wearing a dark green, button-down short sleeve shirt that served him like a uniform and was snug on his upper body. The top two buttons were undone and I could see short bristles of salt and pepper hair lightly covering his chiseled chest. He was wearing dark blue sweatpants that were a little loose. I couldn't help but notice that he had impressively large feet in his black beat-up sneakers. I could read that he was in good shape for his age. "I just need a buzz cut." My hair was about a half-inch long, too long for my taste. "You can do me quick: in-and out." I smiled at him. "Cool?" He moved towards me then passed my side heading to the storefront windows. "I am just about to close," he announced as he shut off the air conditioner. His voice had a deep weight with an after-tone of a subtle bass. I liked how he sounded. He adjusted the old blinds at the windows, lowering them one by one as the narrow shop got darker. He looked me up and down again. I noticed some pause with his gaze. "I will do you," he said, locking the door and lowering the last shade on the inside of the door. The shop was darker now, cut off visibly from the outside. The small shop had old fluorescent light bars overhead in three parallel rows casting a greenish glow to the room. His dark skin took on another sheen with the absence of natural light from the outdoors. One length of the light on the farthest right ceiling row was flicking on and off, shorting itself randomly, casting stranger highlights on both of us that would materialize and then quickly disappear. "You're in luck, Boy," he finally smiled. I liked that he called me Boy. Was he flirting with me as he read me visually again (or so I thought)? Or was I just horny from my now defunct evening's anticipation? "You're my last customer." He walked into the shop towards one of the corners. "I'll take you." He washed his hands at a corner sink for shampooing customers. He dried them off thoroughly. Nice forearms, I thought; they were thick and solid. "Put your bags down by that last chair," he instructed in that deep tone, pointing to a beat-up leather barber chair. "Sit down." I walked towards the corner, setting the overnight bag down. I placed my plastic grocery bag on the linoleum-tiled floor. The contents fell out, imbalanced and tossed around. My drinks rolled around our feet. "You goin' to do some major exercise or somethin' tonight?" He peered at me and then the various drinks scattered on the floor. "Yeah," I laughed as I looked up at him. "You could say that," I paused. "...special exercises." I knelt down, gathering the various bottles and placing them carefully back in the bag. "They help keep me going." He was now standing beside me, near the counter, getting some of his barber tools out of several small cabinets. I couldn't help but stare at his crotch as it was just a few inches from my face. He turned slightly, opening another cabinet to get some clippers so he was in profile from my viewpoint. WHOA! Nice bulge! There was something definitely in those dark sweatpants. I couldn't stop looking at it, that inner buzz inside me from earlier triggered itself ON. "You done yet?" He looked down at me, a tight smile on his face. "Sit down on the chair and let's get this started." I got up and sat down on the barber chair. It was an old-skool shop; probably from the late 80's when the neighborhood was a lot rougher. I got myself comfortable on the chair which looked like an antique at this point. The leather was well worn on the seat and it crackled as I adjusted myself, straightening my back. There were mirrors all around us at each chair station. There were six chairs in the shop in total, three at each side, with just a little walk space in the center of the narrow shop. You could see your reflection from one side of the room to the other into infinity as the mirrors on each side of the shop reflected on itself. The mirrors were a bit faded, well past their time; some were cracked, including the one in front of us, a hairline fracture that ran diagonally from mid-center on the left side up to the right corner of the glass surface. If I turned slightly, my head appeared split and off-register. The cabinets surrounding the mirrors at each chair station were covered in black Formica, the edges a bit frayed. There was a scattering of photos all around each station displaying men's hairstyles from old to current trends. I looked across from me and observed his personal photos taped around the mirror. A few were with his wife (I presumed) from different eras. He maintained a great body regardless of the decade. I noticed the wife in older photos but only solos of him or with male friends as he got older. There was a photo of him without a shirt, I am guessing from the last decade, probably on some island vacation, showing off his chiseled chest. HOT! I could feel myself starting to sweat slightly. He grabbed a long sheet of white tissue paper from one of the frayed tiny cabinets in front of us flanking the large mirror. I watched our reflection as he proceeded to get ready, folding the tissue as he walked behind me. He wrapped the tissue around my neck and tucked it into my T-shirt collar. He did this quietly as he looked deep into my eyes in the mirror. I watched him in return, also silent. I sensed we were both assessing the situation and measuring each other. I couldn't quite get a read on him. He was making me nervous. He was making me horny. I looked at those forearms again. They were large and thick, a light tangle of dark hair blended with his skin tone. I saw some tattoos on his right arm that I hadn't noticed before. They were faded and old, the black ink almost blending with his dark skin tone. The designs gave away their age as they were soft and fuzzy, the edges blurred by time and unsaid experiences. He reached for a dark sheet that was folded at the edge of the chair arm. He snapped it in the air suddenly, startling me as it sounded louder than it probably was, my senses already heightened. He unfolded it and draped it over me. It was a thin polyester sheet and it created a second skin over my crotch and upper body. He fastened it around my neck methodically. His large hands then rested on my shoulders, brushing the sheet into place. His palms seemed to be wiping away the creases so that the draping of the sheet over my upper body was even and centered. His hands had a weight to them that felt solid and heavy. Impressive. Masculine. Sexy. His fingertips applied a little pressure to the front of my shoulders for a mere moment, a slight massage. I moaned. Fuck it-that felt good! His right hand lifted in the air and disappeared behind my head in the reflection as our eyes met again and traced each other. The palm of that hand now brushed the back of my neck and ran up and down the back of my head, feeling my hair lightly as if we was barely touching it, running up and down, up and down, slowly, gently, almost sensually. It was if he was studying my hair, its texture, softness, healthiness. But his touch seemed to graze over me longer than professionally expected, unmeasured seconds that bordered into inappropriate movements. I moaned a little more, almost embarrassed at my obviousness. "Whatcha want, Boy?" Finally he spoke. The tone was now almost gentle, but just a bit, a decipherable difference I caught in comparison to his not-so-friendly greeting when I had entered earlier. The deep voice seemed to echo for a few seconds in the small, empty shop. Outside the light was getting fainter as the sun had set quickly as the late afternoon stepped into the early summer evening. The broken fluorescent light bar behind us flickered like a signal as if it were announcing the passing of the day. "Just a buzz cut," I stammered in my reply. His large hand ran over the top of my head again, rapidly this time. "What you take? 1.5? 2?" He looked at me. "Huh?" I was puzzled. "What do you mean?" "Clippers. Razor guard size," he answered. "Oh. I think it's usually a 2." I inadvertently brought my hand up to the top of my head as If to measure my hair and our hands touched for a second. He looked at me in the mirror. "Then my regular barber goes more in detail with a 1.5." "Regular barber?" His tone was definitely easing. "Yeah. I go to this Ukrainian guy in the East Village. I had a date that cancelled and saw your shop was still open. So here I am." "A date huh?" He kind of sneered at that. "You don't look like you dressed for any date." Fuck it. What the hell. "Yeah...well it was more a hook-up," I confessed quickly. "He cancelled at the last minute. I was right across the street to meet him when he cancelled. Saw your shop was still open. Figured I would get a buzz here." "Well you came to the right spot," his hand brushed the back of my head again, now taking his time, slowly running his palm up and down, up and down. "You got nice hair, nice texture...very soft." I stared at our reflection in the cracked mirror. Behind us, the fluorescent light bar shorted out for a second or two. He stopped with my hair and walked over to the cabinets and got his clippers ready, plugging the cord in a socket by his right. He approached me and I stared at him, my eyes following him in the mirror as he positioned himself behind me. He flicked the clippers on and it came alive, resting on my head for a second before he started to push it along. The whir and buzz of the vibration seemed like a strange percussion in my ears. He started by running the clippers from the front of my head towards the back. The clippers vibrated in a gentle rhythm over my scalp. I was definitely hyper sensitive with the little toke on the glass pipe from earlier. Fuck it-that felt GOOD-as he raked my head methodically, row by row. It was like an electronic massage in parallel motions going over my scalp. Tiny threads of dark, black hair fell around me, scattering on the sheet on my upper abdomen and crotch, raining down as the clippers ran its path. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation privately. I took in the mechanical buzz and vibration and breathed in slowly. "You OK there, Boy?" He noticed. I opened my eyes slowly, staring at our reflection. My head was on one side of the reflection in the crack of the mirror, his on the upper half. He was almost smiling. "You OK?" He repeated, the voice had a hint of concern. "You looked like you went somewhere down the avenue or somethin'." "Uh yeah," I replied, a little embarrassed. "I just like clipper cuts. It feels good," I admitted. "OK, Boy," he laughed and winked at my reflection. He continued with the clippers, buzzing around the rest of the top of my scalp, then the back and sides. He walked around me, shifting from my right side then to the left, getting in the correct position, gently pushing my head down or to the side to get a better angle. Short, trimmed hair continued to rain around me. I watched him intently in the mirror. His arms flexed as he moved the clippers around my head. The cuffed edge of his short-sleeves were tight around his biceps. I observed his hand, large with thick, long fingers, holding tight on the clippers gliding it around my head. He sure was getting sexier by the minute. "What kinda hook-up you had goin' tonight?" He didn't look at me as he continued to push the clippers around my right ear, carefully and slowly sculpting at the hair edge, repositioning himself to my right side, his large body getting closer to the chair arm, closer to me. I turned my head slightly to him but he quickly pushed my head face-forward with a gentle but in-control force as he continued sculpting the edge around the back of my ear. "What kinda hook-up is it that you got all those energy drinks?" He sneered a little now but continued to put his attention on my hairline. "And what's with the overnight bag, Boy?" Fuck it. Go for it, I told myself. I was already a little buzzed and so horned up. "Well," I looked at his reflection, waiting for his eyes to meet mine, trying to get more of a read on him. "If you really want to know...we were going to parTy and get all crazy and shit." "Watcha talkin' 'bout?" His eyes suddenly looked in the mirror, curious. "You know: parTy?" I emphasized the last syllable. He moved the clippers away from my head, staring at me more seriously in the mirror. "I like a little Tina. Gets me all wild and super horny." He smiled at me and resumed clipping around the right side of my head. "That bitch Tina?!?" He laughed. "She sure is a good time." He smiled wider and continued to carefully trim around my ear and side. "Haven't fucked with that biTch in ages." "So you parTy too?" He got my attention. I shifted slightly in my chair. "Oh yeah, Boy." He looked at me proudly in the mirror, then placed his attention back to cutting my hair. "Yeah, after my wife passed over ten years ago, I got a little crazy for a minute...if you know what I'm sayin'. Few bitches here and there. Some wild ones too! Those are the ones I partied with. GOOD TIMES!" He smiled at that memory and continued with the clippers. "Whatcha get into? You a bottom, Boy?" He stopped for a second, looking at me, waiting for my reply. I nodded as he held the clippers away from my head. "Yeah. I thought so." He stepped away from me, careful to not get tangled with the cord of the clippers, and walked towards another cabinet and adjusted the blade guard. His body was turned just slightly, most of his back facing me. When he was done, he walked behind me, then towards my left side. He brought the clippers back to my head to go in for a finer trim detail. He cranked the lever on the side of the chair as it jerked up a few inches, raising me. My left elbow was now at the same level as his crotch. His body was much closer now. I could feel his body heat. He carefully continued with the clippers, inching his body closer and closer now that my elbow was rubbing against the jersey material of his sweatpants. WHOA! SHIT! He was fucking hard as a rock! He continued with the cut, shifting his body left to right just slightly, back and forth, rubbing his crotch on my elbow. I pushed my left arm towards him, playing his game, adding pressure to his crotch that was now pressing against me. "Ohhhhh...Boy. That do feel good." He stopped cutting my hair for a moment, pressing harder on my arm, his head cocked back, eyes closed. I stared at our reflection. Then suddenly he opened his eyes. "You got any of that biTch in your bag there, Boy?" His eyes spoke of experience and knowledge. I could read that we had something in common... HUNGER. I nodded in the reflection. "Let's invite that biTch to this party then, Boy." He stepped away from me a half step, holding the clippers down at his side. It was still buzzing. From the mirror I saw an impressive silhouette of a bulge growing in his sweatpants. It was huge and thick, stretching the jersey material obscenely. "Boy, I haven't let loose since I don't know when. Haven't made it with a guy in ages either. But you sure are cute. And I sure am horny. I told you you came to the right spot." He paused and gave me a serious glare in the mirror. "Open your bag." The light flickered behind us again. In the mirror my hair was half-done: one side short and buzzed, the other unfinished. I looked a little crazy with this insane half-done buzz cut. I also looked really horny. A bead of sweat trickled down the left side of my forehead. I slowly stood up from the chair, countless hairs trimmed at the same tiny lengths, like black needle tips, littering around us on the floor. I walked over to my overnight bag, bent down and pulled on the zipper. He turned off the clippers, walked around the chair, and set it on the cabinet counter. I dug through the contents, looking for the small toiletry bag that had my parTy supplies. He sat down on the chair I had been on, the leather cracking under his weight and mass as he spread his legs. I stood up with the toiletry bag, placed it on the counter beside the clippers and unzipped it. He watched me silently. I prepared the glass pipe with a good size shard of crystal and carefully heated it, careful to keep the flame at the right distance, rocking the bowl side to side. He started slowly massaging his crotch then leaned forward, motioning for me to step closer. I continued to slowly melt the Tina as he leaned in even closer, both arms about to surround me. His hands disappeared behind my back and unfastened the sheet over my upper body. The sheet fell silently, my trimmed hair scattering into a random, frenzied pattern on the linoleum floor. "Take a big drag, Boy." He instructed. "And I mean a BIG HIT." I did as I was told. I kept the flame under the bowl another second as that lovely light grey cloud formed in the glass bubble. I shook the torch off and he reached for it as I took a long, deep BIG breath as he had instructed, taking as much smoke as my lungs would allow. "Good Boy," he grabbed the pipe. "Hold it in as long as you can. Now take off that shirt. Let me see your body." I lifted my arms and pulled the tank top off and threw it carelessly on the floor. Little bits of trimmed hair fell on and around us. "Nice tits, Boy. You keep in shape." He lit the pipe a few times for himself like I had done earlier, then set the torch to his side. He motioned for me to keep my breath and to not exhale. The magical smoke appeared in the pipe and he took equally, if not more, of a big hit than I had just done. We both held our breaths. He reached over slowly and with his free hand squeezed my right nipple, surprising me. He squeezed it hard. Finally, I exhaled; I couldn't help myself. A huge cloud came out of me, floating slowly over us, temporarily obscuring him from my vision as if he was lost in a miniature chemical fog. And then his face slowly appeared as the smoke dissipated, floating towards the fluorescent lighting, the small clouds taking on another palette. He grabbed me and leaned in closer, our mouths met, his swallowing mine, surprising me. His large and heavy tongue pushed and parted my lips gently at first, then with force, getting my mouth open and wide as he exhaled a huge amount of smoke. I greedily sucked it in. His eyes stared at me. He was different now. This wasn't the barber anymore. This was a Man. And he was hungry with that all too familiar look in his eyes that indicates the biTch was here. His tongue darted rapidly into my mouth, fishing for mine. There was now an electric energy in him that wasn't there before. His tongue gave it away if his eyes hadn't already hinted of it. The tongue danced violently in my mouth as if it were seeking its last breath. I gave it back earnestly and kissed him deeply, sucking in his tongue, adding pressure so hard that our mouths locked into a vacuum. We were both with the biTch now. I flicked my tongue back at him harder and he relented, his mouth first, then his body relaxing. I exhaled back to him. He sucked it in deep then looked at me intently, the madness gone, now only a soft gaze in his eye. His tongue gently coaxed mine and I pulled away slightly, licking his thick, dark lips. He exhaled and a thick cloud surrounded our heads. I took control now. I pushed him gently back on the chair as he reclined at an angle. He is quite tall; his legs were spread wide on the floor despite the chair being higher than normal. I grabbed the pipe and lighter from him and lit it again, inhaling deep as he watched me intently. He grabbed the pipe and torch from me and did the same. I held my breath as long as I could watching him before I exhaled. He held his breath longer before exhaling, our combined clouds fading in the ceiling. We repeated this a few more times, getting more higher. I grabbed the pipe and torch from him and placed them on the counter. I pushed against the foot pedal on the base of the chair, flipping it downwards and stepped onto its flat edge leaning into him. He sat back comfortably, very buzzed, observing me, his arms spread open and resting on his side. I leaned forward and slowly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and pulled it apart. Nice chest. He was still in great shape. The hint of salt and pepper hair that I saw earlier was now all visible. It was light on the upper chest, then thicker near his pecs, visually defining the lower curves of his pectorals. The hair was short and bristly and then it got less dense as it disappeared into his groin. I ran my left hand over his chest, feeling the texture of his body hair, the firmness of his muscles and a slight sweat that was building, coating his dark skin. I reached forward with my body, my abdomen rubbing against his crotch, hard and throbbing, as I leaned in closer and took his right nipple into my mouth. I bit it hard with my front teeth and held my grip. Then I gently flicked my tongue left to right on the tip of his nipple, brushing it lightly with saliva, teasing him. "MUTHAFUCKER!!!" He groaned, sliding up the chair slightly. I looked up at him while biting hard and soft, my tongue moving rapidly. He stared back at me and his body shifted up the chair even more as I felt his hard cock rub against my abdomen. I pulled away and shifted back down, in between his legs, looking up at his crotch and upper body. His massive cock was throbbing under the jersey material of his sweatpants. I positioned my right hand under his left thigh and squeezed tight, pulling the cotton against his leg. His bulge looked massive now, outlined by the tightened jersey material. It pulsed with excitement. I kept rearranging my grip and pull on the material, admiring the view. I lifted my left hand and slowly started feeling his shaft. "You one of those NASTY bitches!" He proclaimed. He was breathing heavy and rapid now, clearly turned on, clearly starting to buzz. I squeezed harder on the bulge. Fuck! It was huge! Thick as a beer can - my favorite! It looked long too - maybe 9"-10". I kept stroking it through the cotton, re-arranging its position on his thigh, checking it out, getting myself turned on with what was in front of me. He pushed my hand away suddenly and I leaned back. He took control and started rubbing himself, gripping the thick base with his left hand. "You like that, Boy?" He smirked at me. There was something nasty about how he said that. I nodded, gripping and squeezing my own dick inside my shorts. He squeezed his cock some more and we exchanged glances of silent anticipation. He was showing off to me and I was a willing audience. He kept grabbing his thick tool, moving it from one side of his thigh, an inch or two down his leg, then the other way, then back, constantly shifting. It looked obscene like some monster about to be unleashed. "You like what you see, Boy?" I nodded, grabbing his tool. I squeezed it hard, loving the weight and mass of it in my hand. I brought my hand to the base of his cock then traced it along the cotton material, rubbing it slowly up and down the shaft which only made him moan some more. My hand encircled the head and I squeezed gently at first, then with a tighter grip, then back to a soft touch. He squirmed on the leather chair as it crackled from underneath him. Then suddenly I grabbed the shaft again and shook it hard as it flopped through the sweatpants material. His hands appeared from the side as he lifted his ass off the chair slightly. Then he suddenly pulled his sweatpants down, thrusting them as far down his legs as it would go. He was wearing thin boxers with a vertical stripe pattern and the left leg sleeve was getting soaked from his excitement. His tool looked even larger now. I pushed back a little to admire the changed view. I grabbed his tool again and the thin cotton was barely covering his shaft. I positioned his cock slightly so it was running down his thigh, the head just visible now underneath the edge of his boxers. I pulled back on the cotton material exposing the head further. Now it was my turn to to moan. Wow. It was a beautiful cock head : round and bulbous and dark. He was uncut. The head was covered with foreskin which was pulled back slightly. Precum was leaking out of his urethra. I slid my finger alongside the slit and placed it in my mouth, licking it while looking at him. It had a slight salty taste. "Oh yeah man," I moaned, finally answering him. "I love it." "Pull off my sweats and boxers," he commanded firmly. I leaned back slightly and yanked them off quickly rolling them through his legs and feet. I kept his sneakers on and tossed the clothing to one side of the floor. His legs looked massive, long and muscular with impressive thighs. There was strength to his legs that I liked. I squeezed his thighs hard several times and then let go. His balls were large and round and pushed the base of his thick tool which was now very hard and swerved to the side by his left hip. I leaned in closer and took in his scent from in between his legs. He smelled of sweat, his own musk and some old-fashioned scent that reminded me I was in a barber shop. I leaned in closer and spit on his balls. His cock shifted. I leaned in more and ran my tongue from the bottom to the top. I repeated this from the left side, then the right, then back to the center, each time depositing more saliva that his testicles were now glistening, the highlights in a faint green cast from the fluorescent lighting. My mouth opened wider and I engulfed as much of his balls that I could fit into my mouth. And then I applied pressure with my lips creating a seal as I applied suction to the testicles inside my mouth. I ran my tongue rapidly over his balls, side to side, up and down, with pressure, without, all at random, driving him crazy. I loved how his balls tasted, a little salty from his sweat, a little pungent in general, and a lot masculine. His cock kept shifting. I released his balls and leaned back for a moment while my left hand cupped his testicles, spreading my saliva gently around his balls. His cock shifted again as if silently wanting attention. I leaned forward once more, grabbed the shaft of his tool and brought my lips to his cock head. I curled the tip of my tongue and flicked it around the rim of his foreskin, just getting a little bit of the tip under the rubbery skin as I pushed it back with my tongue. He squirmed a bit on the chair. I continued around the head, taking my time. It tasted musky and slightly strong, carrying that day with it. I was too high to really care. And then I pulled back with my mouth and rolled the flat top section of my tongue along his cock head, tracing it along the line of his urethra, coating it with my saliva. His ass shifted. And then suddenly I took his whole head in my mouth, the thick massive bulb, coating it with more saliva, sucking on it now with pressure, my tongue dancing inside the hood to the rapid rhythm of my heart beating. "MUTHAFUKKKKKAAA!!!" He yelled, his hands now grabbing tight on the chrome edges of the chair arms. Beads of sweat fell from my face mixing with my saliva on his tool, adding more of my own lubrication. I took a deep breath and my mouth opened wider. I applied more suction as I inched forward-slowly, very slowly-on his very hard shaft. I looked at him monitoring his reaction. His eyes were closed, head cocked back, groaning to himself. "Mutha...fukkaa...Mutha...fukkkaaa..." He was sweating even more than me. I inhaled through my nose again and leaned in another inch, my tongue washing the underside of his shaft. I kept watching him as I took my time, savoring the weight and mass of his tool inside my mouth, enjoying that I was providing him this pleasure. I love how a big cock feels when it fills my mouth, my throat. He was getting harder from excitement as he continued to squirm on the chair. I breathed in again through my nose and now dove in, eyes closed, visualizing my actions inside my mind, taking several inches, then pulling back a bit, then diving back in, then out. In. Out. In. Out. I allowed his stiff tool to fuck my hungry mouth and then very suddenly I dove right in, sucking that thick head into my throat. "MUTHAFUKKKIN' BITCH!" He yelled, almost startling me. More sweat was now pouring down my face. I opened my mouth even more, inhaled again, a big, deep breath through what I could take through my mouth and more oxygen through my nose. I relaxed my muscles more as I let his tool sink further inside my throat, meanwhile applying slight random pressure, massaging his shaft. I kept this going slowly, taking my time, breathing in more air through my nose, wanting it, taking it. He just continued to squirm. Finally I had most of his thick cock inside me, the bristles of his public hair now tickling my nose. I looked up at him. His eyes were still closed, head to one side, mumbling to himself. I stayed like that for awhile, just enjoying the volume and weight on his tool in my mouth and throat. I would pull back occasionally, but just a micro inch, and then sink in, fucking the shaft with my mouth. And then I would rest again at the base, contracting my throat muscles, massaging him, resting in that position, savoring the mass inside me. I started to pull back and sink in again, but building my pace; slowly at first, then more rapidly, up and down, up and down. He was really squirming now and I started to apply more pressure and sucking at the same time. Faster. Faster. FASTER! "MUTHAFUKKKAAA!!!" He yanked me off violently, pulling my head with such speed and force away from his shaft that my mouth made a loud plopping sound as I breathed air again. His tool shined with a coating of my saliva. Pre-cum leaked out of his cock head. I leaned in to catch it with my tongue. But he pushed me away. "FUCK BOY!" He pulled back on the chair now, straightening his upper body slightly, his hands falling back on the arm rests. "You sure know how to suck dick! FUCK! I just don't want to cum so fast! That biTch got me goin' and horny! And if your suckin' dick that good I can only tell what the rest of the evening will bring!" He laughed at that. I licked my lips and then wiped the excess saliva around my mouth and chin with my right hand. I stared at him greedily. "You look kinda crazy with that half-done haircut!" He laughed again, now lifting himself from the chair. "Get up, Boy. Take off those shorts and you get that ass back on this chair." He got up around me, his big, slick dick bouncing around. I stood up beside the chair and stepped out of my shorts, kicking off my sneakers. I had a black and red jock on. He whistled at me when he saw that. "WOO! That sure look good on you! Turn around." I did as I was told, giving him a show of my ass, framed by the black jock straps. "Nice!" He felt my ass. "We gonna have some fun with that later. Now get on that chair!" I got on and he placed the polyester sheet on my upper body again and clipped it behind my neck. He grabbed his clippers from the counter. He still had his shirt on, unbuttoned and hanging loose, and nothing else but his sneakers. It looked almost comical with his swinging hard-on but it actually was kinda hot. I was slouching down on the chair a bit. My legs were spread wide. I couldn't help it. I was horny, that buzz just starting to set... "Ok straighten up, let's finish this cut." He walked behind me as I slid up the chair. As I did, the sheet exposed my crotch. I was getting turned on from the whole scenario. The clippers came to my head and he proceeded to finish the cut. The vibration of the clippers was working its magic on me again. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the mechanical rhythm on my scalp. I started to get hard despite the T. "You sure like this, huh?" He snickered behind me. I opened my eyes, looking at him in the mirror. He was intensely focused, being very particular with his methods. After a few minutes he was done and placed the clippers aside back at the counter. He shifted to the other side of the counter and selected a shaving blade sitting in a clear glass jar of sanitizing liquid. He retrieved the blade and dried it with a towel nearby. To his left was a small device that he pressed. Heated shaving cream oozed out if it on his palm. He then walked behind me and applied the warm cream on the back of my neck. He massaged the heated cream slowly, gently, spreading it around the bottom trimmed edge of my hairline on the back of my head. The heat of the warm cream added to the heat now forming in the small shop. A tiny bead of sweat ran down the left side of my face. I moaned again. My breathing was getting more rapid. I watched him from the reflection of the other mirror behind us reflecting on the cracked mirror in front of me. I was nervous and yet excited at the same time. My cock twitched in my tight jock. He held his blade impressively steady and very carefully brought the sharp instrument to the back of my head. I stayed still and tried to concentrate on my breathing, to relax and not move an inch. The sharp edge of the blade made contact with my skin and I felt as if someone had shocked me with a hit of electricity. My senses were so heightened. The edge of the blade felt as if it were sinking into my moistened skin, my sweat and the heated shaving cream mixed into some new lubricant for the sharp blade to glide over me. He applied a tiny bit of pressure that was so faint I shouldn't have felt it. But I did as I flinched as the blade shifted slowly along the bottom of the hairline. And then with a very sudden gesture that was a mix of speed and unmeasured pressure, his hand pushed quickly as the blade separated from my skin. I exhaled as the fluorescent light behind us flickered again. Before I could relax, the blade returned, the coldness of the sharp metal shocking me again. I inhaled and caught that I was holding my breath. He applied that subtle pressure and slight movement and shaved another fraction of an inch or so of my hairline to a fine, crisp edge. I exhaled again and he repeated this over and over until he was done. It was only a few minutes but that biTch made it seem more like an eternity. And yet I was loving it. There was something about the super sharp blade that he controlled that turned me on. He wiped what was left of the shaving cream away with a small towel, still standing behind me. I looked at him in the mirror and it was a little obscene: him standing there with a hard-on, the foreskin pulled back revealing his dark tool and holding a blade in one hand. "Slide down that chair a little bit, Boy," he instructed. "Get that ass just hanging off the edge a bit." I did as I was told. He walked over back to the counter. He dropped the used blade back in the sanitizing jar. He turned around looking at me. "You seemed to like that, huh?" I nodded in silence. "Ok-well that was just for starters." He pressed on the small machine on the counter again as more heated cream oozed out of the tiny nozzle. "Now pull up those legs and hold them. Hold them STILL-you hear? I'm gonna shave that hair around your hole." I was already flying at this point. I liked where this was going so I obliged and pulled my legs up, holding it steady on the back of my thighs. My asshole was in clear view. "Muthafukka..." He paused, eyes staring at my hole. I was already buzzed from the bowl we smoked together and the earlier hit I had done just before leaving my apartment. My hole was clearly showing this. I contracted and relaxed my hole, showing off to him. "HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT!!! Whatcha got there, Boy?" He stepped closer. "Fuck. For a second there I thought I was lookin’ at pussy." A thick finger touched my asslips, sliding around it gently. "That is one beautiful hole you got there." He approached me and bent down for a second, taking a closer view. "Muthatfukka. That sure is pretty." He stood up straight and looked around to his side. He found a small stool and grabbed it with his free hand, positioning it to my left side. He then walked back to the counter and pulled another drawer open retrieving a small hand mirror. "Here-grab this," he instructed. "I want you to see what I'm doing. This is special service. I don't provide this to many customers." He winked at me, laughing a little. I held it with one hand and adjusted it. It was a double-sided mirror: normal reflection on one side, close-up view on the other. He fidgeted around the counter then retrieved a fresh, new blade from the jar. He pressed on the machine again as it shot out more heated shaving cream. He sat on the stool next to me, adjusting himself. His legs were spread open and his thick shaft, now semi-hard hung over the edge. If I had another free hand I would have taken a picture. He looked so hot and strangely odd and menacing at the same time with his open shirt, the blade in one hand, the wad of white cream on the other hand, and his big, uncut dick just hanging there. "Hold that mirror just right now so you can see..." His one hand moved closer and spread the warm shaving cream on my manpussy. He spread it liberally, all around my hole and around my asscheeks. Everything felt ultra-sensitive on my skin around my hole. The warmth of the cream almost felt burning at first, as it was a shocking sensation. But the burn faded quickly to a warm glow. I looked in the hand mirror admiring the view. I twisted my hand slightly and switched to the close-up view. My hole was pulsing from the heat like some strange organism surrounded by white foam. "Beautiful," he was admiring the view. He inched in closer. From the hand mirror I saw the blade-now mega size in the enhanced reflection-approaching my pulsing manpussy. The sharp blade looked menacing and I held my breath as my hole instinctively contracted, the pussy lips folding in on itself. "Fuckin' beautiful," he repeated. The blade came closer to the edge of my hole and made contact with my skin. With his left hand he held my ass, pulling it wide as his right hand carefully glided the sharp blade, scraping with a slight pressure away from my asslips. I watched nervously from the mirror. The fluorescent light behind us flickered again, this time with a slight scraping noise that lasted a second. He held the blade at a slight angle as it glided on my skin. The blade pushed the heated cream aside, exposing a smooth, shaved area near my hole. The moistness of the cream and my sweating made my skin seem to glow with a slight light green tint from the fluorescent lighting. He repositioned the blade just another inch above where he had started and repeated the procedure. And again and again. Each time, I flinched as the sharp blade made contact with my sensitive skin. It was a combination of nervousness and anticipation. I stared at the reflection and admired the view. I contracted my hole, winking at him. "You like that, huh?" He asked. I nodded again, silently. He stood up and grabbed the stool and moved over to my right side of the chair. He set the stool down near me and squatted into position. I admired the view of his impressive cock just hanging out, the hood of his foreskin pulled back a bit more, exposing that impressive bulb. He pulled the right side of my ass as the blade approached. I twisted my hand a little bit to get a better view with the hand mirror. As the mirror turned, I caught a momentary glance at my face in the reflection. I was covered in sweat and didn't even realize it. I adjusted my hold until I had a close-up view of my hole. The blade made contact, the sharp edge startling me again. He pulled carefully, gliding it away from my asslips, shaving the short hairs around my hole. I was exhaling and breathing more rapidly. "Hold STILL-you hear?" he demanded in an authoritative voice. I took control of my breathing, trying not to move. The blade came across further up my hole then glided along the smooth surface of my skin, pushing the shaving cream aside. In a few eternal minutes he was done. "Look at that fuckin' pretty hole," he announced. He grabbed a small towel near him and wiped gently around my manhole, removing any leftover shaving cream that was visible. My asslips were all flared and enlarged, pulsing from excitement and anticipation. I was still holding the small mirror. And then the blade approached again, coming into view in the enlarged oval reflection. He had the blade turned upside down, so the curved, unsharpened edge was pointing towards my hole. It came into contact with my moist asslips, the curved flat edge tracing along the soft folds of the skin, slowly up and down, up and down. I gasped a little, not sure what to expect from him. "I can tell this pussy is special," he said. "Don't see this too often." The blade continued its path along my hole. He pulled it away a few inches, tilted the tip of the unsharpened side and pushed it carefully in the crack of my hole. In the mirror I could see the curved edge of the blade enter my hole a micro-inch. I breathed in nervously. "Don't worry, Boy. I ain't gonna hurt you. Last thing I wanna do is hurt that pussy." He pulled the blade away slowly. "Well at least not with this tool." He pushed back on the stool, wiped around my ass again so it was clean and smooth. He stood up. "Take a look," he insisted. I turned the small hand mirror again for the normal view. Shit. My hole did look pretty. It was still pulsing. He grabbed the small mirror from me and walked back to the counter placing it down along with the blade. He wiped his hands with the towel and threw it aside. His dick was starting to throb. He turned looking at me, that thick tool pointing up and twitching. "Watcha want, Boy?" He stared at me greedily. I was still holding my legs up and apart. I moved my hands to my manpussy, feeling the smooth, hairless skin around it, rubbing myself gently. I looked at him with a new hunger, checking him out, staring at that big uncut dick. My fingers found my hole and ran up and down on my asslips. My hole felt warm and moist, as if it was sweating from the heat of the room and the heat building inside of me. "Fuck it," I begged, pulling my asslips apart wider.

I've noticed that recently I get moody if I don't get bred at least once a day. It's almost taking over my life in fact but since I work from home I have the freedom to pursue cock. I joined a sauna to indulge my cumslut side especially for those days when my fuck buddies aren't available or I can't arrange a hook up. As soon as I get up in the morning I'm horny and feel like I need to get fucked, it doesn't matter if I cum or not I just want to be used. Does anyone else feel like this. It got so bad I've even let one of my regular fuck buddies whore me out.

PART 1 It was 1997, Joel was 43, and he certainly didn't mean for it to happen . . . but it did. He had gone to Chicago with his committee to finalize a deal for a huge wheat sale to the federal government. That had been done. The rest of his committee had returned to Utah on Wednesday leaving him alone in Chicago. It was at the insistence of his own physician that he be checked by a specialist while in Chicago because of his digital exam. Dr. Young had gone to school with Dr. Marks and had told Joel that there was no one better than Dr. Marks. It was Joel's health that concerned Dr. Young. The exam had in fact greatly concerned the doctor. So, Joel was to see Dr. Marks on Friday and go home Saturday. That was the plan at least. Thursday morning found Joel sightseeing the city. He had wandered the city using the CTA card to ride the el and busses. He had found Halstead Street and the places and people seemed, well, no different than himself. He had gone north on Clark and wandered around neighbourhoods again finding that as people they were just that: people. He finally went back to his hotel room, drank his preparation, and waited. He didn't have long to wait. True to what the druggist had told him he spent a major part of the day running to the bath room. By the time Joel had gone to bed that night, he felt light headed from not having eaten and having all of what he had eaten cleansed from his intestinal tract. Early Friday morning, Joel got his cab and arrived before the appointed time at Dr. Mark's office. He went inside, completed the paperwork, and waited his turn. The doctor did a digital exam first and then followed with the sigmoid scope. Joel heard from Dr. Mark that he had great concerns about the exam. He told Joel it was imperative that he stay in Chicago and that Joel would be worked in for a colonoscopy the next morning. Joel was stunned but agreed. Dr. Mark told him that he would need to stay hydrated and nourished but to avoid solid food. He recommended several bottled food supplements that Joel could drink in moderation but stay away from all solid food. Joel left and went back to his hotel stopping at a grocery to pick up the bottled "food" that he was to drink. Joel contented himself staying in his room for most of the day. He decided early evening to go for a walk, and walk he did. He finally stopped at a cemetery at Lawrence and Clark. He didn't know where he was but rested a bit and pressed on going away from his hotel. He came to a video store and went in but left quickly. It was much too seedy for him. He wandered up to the next block noting a bar and a store with windows full of leather goods. He went in and wandered around looking in awe at what was displayed. Then, Joel overheard a couple of men talking about going to a bath house. They were talking how fun it would be to get in the steam room and sweat off some pounds. This piqued Joel's interest and though he kept his distance he kept his ears open. The two paid for their purchases and left with Joel discreetly behind them. He followed them until they entered a building a short distance away. I apologize. I originally posted Part 1 in General Bareback Sex. My brain was not thinking. The story does belong in this category. Again, my apology. Bill

1. Seth "The invitation said there was a carefully selected group of '...positively-minded hot men.'" I had read the story every day since I had found it on Breeding Zone. It was the summer I turned sixteen. I had jerked off to it almost as often, thinking about the freedom and utter lack of fear of the narrator. I must have spilled gallons of sperm thinking about the impunity to fuck bareback, even with guys I knew were poz. I wanted that freedom to enjoy it and to even revel in it. I admired the courage of the narrator. I wanted his strength, but the consequences terrified me. I would stroke my cock, fantasizing about getting fucked raw and then hate myself for my depraved dreams after I shot my load. Freshman year in college, I discovered BarebackRT, and started to chat with guys on there. But I was still too afraid to do anything beyond chatting. Then, in the spring, I started to hear about PrEP. It seemed like a dream come true. A daily pill and I could have what I had been craving for so long, without fear. I started to chat more openly, with more guys and in greater, explicit detail. But, then, my freshman year came to an end; I had to go back home, a boring suburb in the Midwest. I was still chatting with guys on BBRT, but they were now so far away. In early August, I came home one day from my summer job as a lifeguard to see an envelope addressed to me sitting on the kitchen counter. Just like in the story, it was fine, heavy paper, hand-addressed in thick, confident strokes. I wondered what my mom had thought it was when she had gotten the mail. Of course, I had immediately though of the story I had blown so many loads to. I raced to my room. In just the two flights of stairs up, my cock had grown rock hard, telegraphing just what I expected to read. Alone in my room, I turned the card over again. The return address read "Jon Corelli." Jon was a guy I had met on BBRT just as I was heading home for the summer; our chats quickly spilled over into text, where I found myself opening up and telling him my fantasies. We started to exchange pictures. Mine were little more than erect nudes, but his were a moveable feast of bareback sex: him fucking guys, him getting fucked, and an occasional solo cum shot. I held the letter, trembling with excitement, anticipation and maybe some fear. I opened it up, savoring the feel of the paper and extracted the card. It was an invitation, handwritten as well, inviting me to a party over Labor Day weekend, a party for men "with a positive, uninhibited outlook on life," and encouraged me to "come PrEPared for a mind-blowing weekend." Jon was inviting me to his place for three days. We had talked enough for me to know that he had a beautiful condo in a downtown building, where he would occasionally host days-long bareback sex parties with his two partners. Jon had made it clear that although they ranged from very vanilla to extremely kinky and taboo, they were always bareback. He had hinted on text what he had been planning: it would be a party just for me with three days of uninhibited, unprotected, raw sex. It worked out perfectly; I had to go back to school the week before. I would have more than enough time to get a prescription for PrEP from the clinic at school. The next few weeks were endless. I was still texting with Jon, trying to get any details about the weekend. But he was keeping any details a secret, only teasing me with an occasional shot of his cock sliding into a tight raw hole, or a hot young man, his hole dripping cum. I would beat off every night, re-reading the story, re-reading the invitation, looking at the pictures he had sent me, and imagining it was I in the middle of all of the action. Everything seemed to conspire to only prolong my agony. First, my flight back to school was canceled, and I had to spend another night at home. Of course, that meant that I had to cancel my appointment at the student health clinic to get my prescription for PrEP. Then, I tried to re-schedule the appointment but seemingly every opening was full. I was scared that I wouldn't be able to get it in time for the party. But then, two days before I was due at Jon's condo, when I was terrified about making a final choice between long-anticipated pleasures and long-term responsibility, the clinic called about a last-minute cancellation. The Wednesday afternoon visit was quick and painless. The doctor took some blood, explained how PrEP worked, and I was out of there in less than fifteen minutes. Thursday morning I was stuck in classes until noon; when I finally emerged, the doctor had left a message. "All clear. I phoned in your prescription and it will be ready tomorrow morning." I was cutting it close, but I would have it in time for the party. I texted Jon and let him know the good news. "Great," he texted back. "Just make sure to take a pill as soon as you get them." I didn't need any reminders. All afternoon, I was stuck in lab, as Jon continued to send me pictures: first of his boy Cal sucking him off, followed him fucking Cal, his long cock covered only in lube, spit and pre-cum, and then, finally, of Jon's thick white spooge dripping from Cal's ass. I was jealous. That load was supposed to be inside me. I was the one who was supposed to get fucked bareback. I was the one who needed to get filled with cum. And I was the one who wanted to feel Cal's tight hole wrapped around my throbbing cock. At least my roommate was gone when I got back to the dorm. I took the opportunity to quickly jerk off, once more re-reading Jon's invite. Getting off barely seemed to make a difference in how horny I was. Six PM Friday afternoon was now only twenty-four hours away, but I wasn't sure if I was going to last that long. I sent a picture of the trail of cum splashed across my chest and abs to Jon. "That should be in Cal's tight hole," he texted back. "And save the rest for tomorrow. You are going to need it." The rest of the evening was spent eating, studying, and trying not to think about what the next day would hold for me. Even thinking about the barest glimmer of possibilities that lay in store would make my cock start to throb. I had to force myself to not jerk off again, and sleep did not come easy. I almost welcomed the alarm that morning; I had set it so I could get to the pharmacy right as it opened. Even at right at the morning opening time, there was already a line at the pharmacy. I took a number, and waited what seemed like hours for it to be called. But, it was really only twenty minutes before I was at the window. The pharmacist seemed already bored with his day. "I'm here to pick up a prescription," I said. He barely looked up from his computer. "Name?" he asked me. "Seth. Seth Hunter." He typed in something. "Date of birth?" "March 29, 1995," I said. I was a child of the AIDS epidemic, born in some of the darkest hours. But now I wouldn't have to worry about that. I wouldn't have to worry about it. Ever. "Just a second," he said, getting up from his stool, and walking into the back. It took him a few moments to find my prescription. "Let's see," he said as he sat back down. "Have you ever taken Truva..." He trailed off. "Mick?" he said, calling back. There was an indistinct response from someone I couldn't see. "Can you take this?" A few seconds later, a tall, thin guy appeared. The pharmacist handed him the bag. "Mick will talk to you about your prescription," he said. The man I assumed was Mick smiled at me, and pointed me to a door at the far corner of the room. "Meet me there," he said. As I followed him, I checked him out more carefully. He was about 6'2" and his blue polo shirt hugged his body tightly highlighting his muscular gymnast's build. I saw a bit of a tattoo sticking out from his collar. Also sticking out if you knew to look was his pert ass. I willed my cock to go down even as I imagined what it would feel like to thrust my raw, unprotected erection into his hole and drip a steady stream of pre-cum into him. He opened the door, and motioned for me to go in. It was a small room, a desk with two chairs, a few posters on the wall, and a filing cabinet. He had blue eyes and just a hint of stubble and gave me a knowing smile as I walked past him. I could feel him looking me over and trying to piece together my story. I hoped my boner was not too obvious. "Go ahead, sit down," he said. I sat down, glad to have some cover for the lump in my shorts. "I'm Mick," he continued. "I'm Seth," I said. "Nice to meet you," he said. He reached across desk and shook my hand, before sitting down. "We just like to do a bit more counseling for certain medications." He opened the brown bag, and took out a white bottle with a yellow band around it. "Truvada" was printed on the side of the bottle. "Is this your first time for PrEP?" "Yeah," I said. "It is." "That's cool. As you may know, every drug can have side effects. This is no different" "What kind of side effects?" He paused. He got up from the desk, and went over to the filing cabinet. "I have a pamphlet somewhere." He knelt down to open the bottom drawer. As he did, his polo shifted up, and his pants shifted down slightly. I saw a thick white band of a jock strap, and the tiniest hint of the smooth skin of his ass. My cock throbbed once more, wondering if he knew how badly I needed release. I forced myself to look away, to think about anything but sex. Unfortunately, as I looked up, I met his eyes. He had seen me checking him out. "You know," he said, closing the drawer without getting the pamphlet he had promised me. "I'm on PrEP as well." I took a breath; he had seen me staring at his ass, but he didn't care. "What's it been like for you?" I asked. He stood up, and leaned against the door with his legs spread slightly. "It's been..." He searched for the right word. "Liberating," Mick finally said. "My boyfriend. He's poz. And now we're fluid bonded." "Fluid bonded?" "He's shot his load inside of me. Not in a condom. It's more important than I thought." His hand dropped down to his groin and covered his crotch. Or maybe he was rubbing it slightly. It was hard to tell, and I knew my dick was seeing what it wanted to see. "It's really important for men to share fluids." He stared out into space for a moment, reliving some private, intimate experience. "Why are you starting?" "The protection," I started, but paused. "The freedom" I continued. I was staring at him, fantasizing about him. In my mind, I had already undressed him and was feeling his body next to mine. The idea of warmth of his ass against my cock was making me hard. I knew the welcoming wetness of his hole would make it impossible for me not to stick my shaft in him. There would be no fumbling with a condom and no barriers between us. It would be just fucking, the way it was meant to be. "Yeah. Freedom." He said, bringing me back to reality. "To fuck who we want. How we want." I hadn't even taken the first pill, but just the presence of the bottle in the room was liberating enough. I stood up and faced him, no longer trying to hide the hard shaft in my shorts. "Where we want." I said. He reached behind him, and locked the door. In the sudden silence between us it sounded like a heavy safe door closing. He turned off the light; there was still plenty of light streaming in through the shade-covered window. "When we want," he said. He unzipped his chinos, exposing a white jock strap. His cock was straining against the fabric. I unzipped my shorts, exposing my underwear. My cock had tented them as well. He took a step towards me. When I took a step towards him, my shorts fell down, gathering around my ankle. "Nice," he said. He took another step, and was now right in front of me. He put a hand on my basket. "Very nice." "Thanks," I said. "Your boyfriend..." "Calls me his slutty sperm bank." He smiled. "The more I get, the more he gives me." I nod. This was the freedom I had dreamed of every time I had jacked off. From a pocket, Mick produced a small bottle of lube. "You are prepared," I said. He laughed. "Yes," he said. "Besides. You're not the first today." "Really?" I ask. "Yeah. One from my boyfriend and one from a guy at the gym." Mick reached into my underwear and grabbed my cock. "Cum makes the best lube. You'll see" His hand was warm around my shaft. I wondered how his ass would feel. His cum-filled ass. It sounded so dirty, that he had already gotten two loads before 10AM. But it was also so hot. To not worry and to just enjoy sex. "Aren't you worried?" "No. I look for poz guys now. Undetectable poz guys are the safest ones out there. And if you are worried, take one of those." He pointed at the bottle of Truvada on the desk. "This is exactly what it's here for. To let you enjoy sex without fear. Real sex. Bareback sex." My cock got harder at the words. Mick let go of my cock, but in a practiced notion, pushed down my underwear. They fell to the ground, the cool air of the office a shock. I turned to the desk and picked up the bottle. As I fumbled with the cap and the foil, Mick stepped out of his sandals, took off his polo and kicked off his chinos. I tried to focus on the pill bottle but it was difficult. Mick he turned to show me his ass, and I was distracted by how the white straps of his jock perfectly framed his butt. "Breed me?" he asked. There was a hunger to his voice. So many stories on Breeding Zone had described that hunger. But I had never heard it in real life from another man, just in videos. The raw reality of the need triggered animal instincts, which had been long suppressed by society and convention, and these instincts were driving my every action. I had to fuck him. It was programmed in my DNA to spread my sperm as far and as wide as possible. And when a beautiful, talented hole presented itself, eager to be plowed by my thick cock, I was going to do what I was born to do. I managed to extract one pill. It was larger than I expected but was a calming shade of blue. I popped it in my mouth and swallowed it dry. "Fucking hot," Mick said. "Seeing you do that. Knowing you're gonna fuck me now." He poured a bit of lube on his hand and grabbed my cock, greasing it up. "We can just do this?" I asked. It seemed so simple. I took a pill, and now I could slide into his ass. No fumbling with a condom, no tight feeling of rubber. Just skin on skin and pleasure against pleasure. All of that came from a simple pill and only once a day. "Yeah," he said. "Quit talking. Start fucking." I lined up my cock with his hole. I could feel the warmth against the tip of my dick, and in response, I started to dribble pre-cum. "Ready?" I asked. "Of course," Mick replied. "I'm always ready." I pushed against his hole, forcing my way into his body. I was still new to gay sex, but even in my limited experience, I could tell Mick was an amazing bottom. His butt provided just the barest amount of resistance before opening up and allowing my cock to enter. "Damn. That's a nice one. Thick." "So warm. Welcoming." "That's what I want to hear." I stood still, trying to process all the sensations. This was what sex was supposed to be; it was like watching seeing a movie in color for the very first time. Every motion was more intense than I had remembered with a condom, and it was clear I was getting to know Mick on a fundamentally deeper level than I could if I was fucking him with a rubber. Even though I was standing still, sexual hunger was consuming Mick, and he was squirming in a feeble attempt to contain the forces consuming him. He needed more of my cock, and was now pressing back against me. Relentlessly, my shaft slid into his tight, firm body. "Oh. Fuck," I moaned. My cockhead had hit a pool of warmth. It took me a moment to realize the soft liquid was the sperm the other men had shot into Mick. "That feels good." "Doesn't it?" Mick said. He stopped trying to force himself on me, and let me explore the sensations of a hole already dripping with cum. I had never fucked someone with a load already up there, and it was a new sensation for me. I now understood how important fluid exchange was for men. It was especially vital when we were blessed with the opportunity to fuck another man. I was glad that Mick was not going to ask me to pull out when I came. I wanted to cum in him so badly and absolutely nothing was going to get in the way of me cumming inside him. "Your boyfriend," I asked, then pausing, wondering if I could ask the question I wanted to. I barely knew Mick, but yet he had given this intimate side of himself to me. "He's really poz?" It wasn't an intrusive question compared to what he had already offered me. "Yeah. He is. And the guy at the gym. Eli." He squeezed his hole around my cock, coating it with semen from the two men. "He was too. Poz, I mean." It was more than just a physical sensation; it was as if the cum carried far more. It was the DNA of the sperm, transmitting the two men's genetic inheritance and it was the RNA of the virus, transmitting the men's eventual downfall. There was something else there; something powerful and emotional. I just had to experience it; it would never be explained by reason or logic. As my cock soaked in the liquid, mental images and emotional traces of Mick's experiences came to me. I could see Eli the muscular black man that had fucked Mick at the gym, and how grateful Eli was for the chance to release his sexual frustration into Mick's strong, masculine body. I could feel the love that Mick's partner had for Mick and how the two of them used insemination as a way to celebrate and deepen that that love. I had no explanation for it other than I was learning from the semen in Mick's ass. There was also something else there: something furtive that slipped away as soon as I tried to focus on it. It was something evil, scared, and angry. "You feel it too, don't you? The darkness?" Mick asked. "It's the virus. It doesn't like being thwarted. It needs to infect us and it needs to spread. It needs it so badly" Once he had named the dark sentiment was easy for me to focus on it and understand it. It was a dark knight and it was a strong, relentless and deadly predator. It wasn't used to being defeated; over the years it had taken far too many victims and it reveled in its own carnage. "But we are powerful now. Armored and well defended. It's enraged, so it is going fight hard." "But," I stammered, "We're ok, right?" I had been promised that the virus had met its match, and I hoped we were both safe behind the walls Truvada had built. "Of course we are. Now, stop worrying about AIDS and fuck me, Seth." I tried to forget about the dangers of what I was doing, as Mick continued. "Fuck me like you mean it." I pulled my cock out, leaving just the tip still inside of Mick. My shaft was coated with cum. Seeing such hard evidence of how slutty Mick was and knowing my load would be the next in his collection drove me crazy and I slammed my cock back into his hole and all the accumulated poz seed. Mick grunted. "That's what I am talking about," Mick moaned. "That's what I fuckin' need." He was loud enough that I worried that people outside could hear it. "That's what I want, Seth. Don't stop." I pulled out again, and slammed my cock back into him. The force pushed him forward so I grabbed his hips and held him in place. I needed to feel the entire length of my cock buried inside his hole. I slid past the pools of cum in his butt, spreading the thick fluid across the insides of his body, before finally settling deep into Mick's guts. I held my cock steady in place and it pulsed slightly before emitting a drop of pre-cum. It was my first fluid exchange with another man. The full impact of what I had just done took a while to penetrate my mind, clouded as it was by the pleasures of sex. I hadn't swapped my fluids with any one, not a fuck buddy nor even a boyfriend. This first time was with a stranger, someone I had barely met. Even worse, it was while I was at a pharmacy picking up my prescription for PrEP. If that didn't permanently mark me as a Truvada slut, I don't know what would have. I sighed in pleasure. The day and the weekend were getting off to a very good start. I hoped that it also foretold what the rest of the month and the school year was going to be like. But those thoughts were a distraction from the task at hand. I pulled my dick out, and then pushed it back into Mick. It was amazing how good he felt. His hole was wet and smooth and warm, like the longest kiss my cock had ever gotten. I could feel every inch of Mick's ass, every slight objection to my penetration and every eager gulp of my shaft. With each stroke, I learned something new about Mick, some part of his desire. I understood how sex was supposed to feel. I would never be able to put a condom on again and lose this pleasure. "Oh hell yeah," Mick moaned, as I slammed my cock in and out of him. "Breed me, man,╙ he continued. I stopped trying to analyze the situation, and instead just focused on how damn good it felt to be fucking this man. It seemed to go far too fast, and before I knew it, my balls were tensing up and my cock was vibrating with pent-up need. "Don't pull out," he moaned. "Fucking let me have your seed." "Oh fuck," I grunted. My dick was dripping pre-cum like a leaky faucet. "I can't hold back," I said. "Just do it," Mick groaned. His ass tightened around my shaft, kissing it and milking out the last bit of precum. I closed my eyes, shoved my dick all the way in, and let my animal instincts take over. Bareback sex gave me an orgasm unlike one I had ever had before. I felt every drop of cum travel down the length of my shaft, and it flow into Mick's hungry ass. There was nothing held back between us. There was nothing to protect Mick from me, and nothing to prevent me from fertilizing his hole. The first spurt of cum was quickly followed by another, and then another and then one more. In the throes of the orgasm, it was hard to stay standing, but my cock was doing all the thinking necessary. My erection needed to be inside of Mick's wet hole, and my bestial instincts made sure my body maintained the balance needed. "Oh FUCK," I grunted. I hoped that people in the next room couldn't hear us. "Give it to me," Mick said. He squeezed his hole around my cock, and milked out another spurt. Without a rubber, I could feel just how hungry his hole was and how badly he needed my load. For a brief moment, I wondered if he could ever be satiated. But then, my cock demanded attention, and I focused on the pleasure of Mick's warm hole, tensing and releasing as he drained my balls of their load. "Oh hell yeah," he continued. "Damn," I said, as the last few drops of spooge dribbled out of my cock and into his hole. "That was fucking amazing." "That was bareback fucking," Mick said. "That was how men are supposed to have sex." I nodded in silent agreement. It was hard to think about anything; my mind was still clouded by the intensity of the orgasm. My dick was still buried in Mick's hole, and every slight movement from either of us reminded me how unbearably sensitive my dick was. "Think you can go back to rubberized sex now?" he asked me, understanding the struggle I was now contemplating. I slowly pulled my cock out of Mick. The ridges of my dick head pressed against the bare skin. It was just barely lubricated by the cum I had just deposited inside of Mick, and every move was a torrent of sensation. "Never," I said. As my cockhead pulled out, a small drop of white fluid dripped out of his hole. I reached down and pressed it back into him. "Yeah," Mick said. "You know how it is. I want every drop." His own penis was straining against the fabric of his jock strap. I thought for a moment he was going to start jacking off, but he turned around and faced me. "We have to do that again," he said, and pulled on his chinos. I stuffed my softening cock into my underwear and zipped up my shorts. "Yeah," I said, still not quite able to think clearly. "Don't forget your pills," Mick said, grabbing the white bottle off the desk and handing it to me. "Better living through chemistry, huh?" "For sure," I said. Mick put on his polo shirt. It was hard to believe that only a few minutes ago, he was practically naked, bent over the desk, and letting me fuck him bareback. "Uh," I stammered. "Here," he said, reaching into his pocket and extracting a card. "Give me a shout." He handed it to me; it had a name and a phone number on it. "Ok," I said. Reality was slowly sinking in. I needed to get going; there was a lab session I would just barely make in time. "Awesome," Mick said. He adjusted his clothes, and ran his hand over his head. With his close-cropped hair, it was a pointless gesture, but it forced a change in his bearing. He was no longer a bareback cum hound, but a young, professional man. The entire encounter had barely been fifteen minutes, but it was a window onto a world I desperately wanted to be a part of. He opened the door for me, and I stepped out. The people milling about in the waiting room barely noticed us. I wondered how they would have reacted if they had known what we had been doing. "Remember," Mick said. "Take the medicine regularly." I smiled, and headed out. As I walked out, I pulled out my phone. There was a message from Jon waiting for me. "Did you get your prescription?" "Yeah," I wrote back. "And I fucked the pharmacist as well." "Seriously?" "Yeah. He was on Prep as well." "Prep sluts are fucking hot. A guy taking care of himself, so he can take every load without fear." There was a brief pause. Jon was still typing. "Did you take your first dose yet?" "Yeah. Right before I fucked him." "So fucking hot. Two young studs, being safe. Taking care of themselves." He continued. "All so they can have sex without fear. Without condoms. With anyone they want." "I know," I wrote back. My ass was quivering in anticipation. I now needed to know what Mick had felt as a raw cock slid into his hole. "Now, you just have to remember to take it tomorrow morning. We're going to keep you up late tonight." "Good. I hope so," I texted back, before disappearing into the chemistry building.

I posted an ad on Craigslist seeking anonymous loads, and about half an hour later received a response from a young guy (now in his late 20s) who regularly loaded me up a few years earlier, but I hadn't heard from him as he had moved out of state. Anyhow, he had recently moved back to the city, and his response to my ad intrigued me. He asked if I would be interested in loading up a cute, early 20s Latino cum dump? I agreed, on the condition that my old acquaintance agreed to fuck me and blow his load in my ass while I fucked the young Latino. He agreed. I arrived at the Latino's house about ten minutes early. I had understood he'd be ass up and ready whenever I arrived, and indeed when I walked into the bedroom he was was ass-up, but a hot, young, very hung hipster was pounding his ass. I moved closer to the hipster and ran my hand under his balls, feeling his raw cock slide in and out of the Latino's well-lubed hole. The Latino had clearly been loaded up several times already that night. The smell of cum permeated the room, and it was running out of his hole as the hipster fucked him. I ran my hands up and down the hipster's muscular thighs and then grazed his lightly furry ass with my hands. He picked up his speed and called out, "I'm gonna cum. Yeah I'm gonna shoot in you." I grabbed his balls and ran my hand along his shaft as he unloaded in the Latino. He pulled out slowly, and I quickly bent down and licked the cum and ass juices off his spent cock. After he left, I leaned over, pulled the Latino's ass cheeks apart, and sucked out the fresh load. As I pushed my tongue deeper, I was treated to other loads. The Latino moaned loudly and begged me to fuck him. I stood up and shoved my cock all the way in one hard push, my balls resting against his ass. Although he had been fucked at least three or four times, he moaned loudly as I pulled all the way out and shoved my cock as hard as I could back into his ass. As I was getting close to blowing my load, my late 20-something fuck buddy walked in, stepped up behind me, and began to rub his thick hard cock against my ass. I had forgotten the thick girth of his cock: it was around eight inches long and a good five inches in circumference. He spit on his cock and pushed it right up my ass without any lube or extra spit. The pain was intense, but no way in hell was I going to ask him to stop or pull out. Instead I pushed my cock as far as it would go up the Latino's ass, and as my fuck buddy started to slam his thick rod in and out of my hole, I did the same to the Latino. After about five minutes, I couldn't hold back and busted my nut up the Latino's ass. "Suck out my load," my buddy ordered, so I leaned over and slid my tongue up the Latino's hole until I tasted my cum. After ten minutes of hard fucking my fuck buddy suddenly stopped, balls-deep in my ass at that point. I could feel his cock pulse in my ass. He didn't need to say anything - I knew he was cumming deep in my hole. He pulled out fast and the cum oozed out my hole, down my leg. I reached back with my hand and gathered what I could, licking it off. As I drove back home, I continued to finger my hole and lick the cum off. My old fuck buddy wants to load me up in these settings on a regular basis, and mentioned he wanted to fuck me under the stall in a restroom at university. I can't wait to take his cock again. This guy always delivers a huge load.

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FT. LAUDERDALE - It feels good to be back! Got to breed 2 bottoms back-to-back Saturday night. First one was a 20-something black guy in a hotel. He had posted a cumdump ad on Craigslist. When I arrived he had 4 loads in him. I hopped up on the bed and slid my cock right into his cummy hole. Added load 5 to him. The best part was when I was leaving I held the door for the next guy as he was coming in to breed the cumdump! I left there and went straight to the cumdump's apartment that I bred a couple days ago. He let me in and was naked just like the last time. He dropped to his knees and sucked my cock. I had brought a wet rag with me since I knew I'd be fucking back-to-back. I didn't want him to know I had just blown a load so I cleaned my cock off really well. He bent over the couch for me and I slid in. When I asked how many loads he had in him he replied, "I don't know, I lost count." Wow! A true whore! I added my load after about a 10 minute fuck, got dressed and left.

Cruising in the park. A light crowd overnight including a hot black man. Got on my knees and started sucking him, then he asked if I needed any weed while he smoked up. Passerbys walked through so we split, and when I tried to meet him again he kept shaking me off for another guy... a little peeved, I started looking for my next guy. A few minutes later he was back rubbing his dick against my lips. I'm getting him closer... and another guy walks by staring and smirking. My guy takes off again saying he'll be back. Finally realize he's dealing some other business and decide he's not worth my time. Go for a stroll and find a cute latino a little older than me. Through broken English/Spanish I start sucking him, and he reaches around and starts trying to finger my hole. We were a little exposed, but he was hot and getting me hotter, so I dropped trou and he went to town humping my ass. He pulls out as he's cumming and I can see a few of his shots hit the ground (lame). We clean up, he sits down on a bunch, and pulls me down to sit on his lap and starts grinding into me. In no time he's hard again and wants to fuck! A few more people are around us now, so I invite him back to my place. We walk over (him running into some friends and pretending not to know me), then get naked, and he just wants to fuck. At one point, balls deep the second time, he asks... "Have condom?" I had to stifle a laugh!

So last night I thought I'd give our local bathhouse a try-- even though I typically don't find any cute bottoms there and usually end up settling for a blow job through a GH--I was horny and in the mood to breed someone different. After I had been there for about 15 mins and realized that there weren't any of the type of boys I am into there (basically Im into muscled college jocks or twinks, smooth bodies and little firm bottoms), I was about to go back to my locker and change when this cute little boy walked by me, stopped and turned around and got his room key out and started jangling it in his hands. I followed him down a hallway and he opened the door and went in and as I walked by I saw him sit on the bed and remove his towel. He looked like he was about 18, small, cute and a tight smooth body just like I like them. I walked to the door and he reached out and grabbed my hand and pulled me on top of him. He was a really sexy little boy and it was soon obvious that he wanted me to use him hard and treat him like a little slut. For the next two hours I choked him, slapped his face, pinned his face and hands down on the mattress, slapped his hole, and kissed him deeply and spit in his mouth all while pumping load after load into his little tight hole. I typically am the type that takes forever to cum and last night was no exception. We fucked for a full hour before I seeded him the first time and then for some reason I seemed to be cuming in short loads about every 10 mins after that. I used him in every position including picking him up and fucking him in my arms. But the weirdest thing happened as we fucked almost non-stop for two hours....we started kissing and cuddling more and more and this little fuck boy went from being an open hole that I just wanted to use to being a sweet and cuddly boy that I couldn't stop breeding. Left at midnight after exchanging numbers and happy to say by 10am today he was already texting me asking if he could come over and stay with me tonight for another round. I"m sure I will be seeing and breeding a lot more of him.

When I get the cumbucket urge, that's to say, I will happily bent over for anyone as long as they go in raw and give me a gift at the end! There is a fantastic spot over by Birmingham airport which I nip into when visiting a client. Last time I went in summer, six guys filled my hole while one used my throat. One of the six was a hot daddy with a massive cock (easily a beer can in thickness, and nine inches in length). He started off by plunging into my ass raw and then a suited business type guy presented his uncut seven inch cock for me to suck. Beyond these two guys, I had no idea who the other five guys were who filled my hole as the man in the business suit kept me busy with his cock. Afterwards a twink who showed up on his bike, and I got to watch a daddy breed him, so I decided to empty my poz load into him. I used some of the cum out my own hole as lube for my cock and fucked him deep. He didn't ask any questions, he simply took my babies without even looking up. When I left a skinhead was fucking him. I must admit I was a bit jealous as the skinhead had a thick eight inch cock (with a PA) and I would have loved it had he mixed-up the cream in my cunt.

I sense a twist coming with something altering the prep meds because whats the point of pumping poz cum in someone if it's not going to take.

289 for me... not bad i guess

Nicholas lead me through the house into the kitchen and said “you can put the beer in the cooler by the door”, I opened up the cooler and found it stocked with beer. I thought to myself “yes this is going to be a fun bbq”. After I found room in the cooler for the beer I found my duffle bag and asked “wear can I change?”. About the time Nicholas was going to give me directions on where to change, Mark came in through the patio door and picked me up in his arms. Mark looked me directly in the eyes, planted a deep kiss on me and said “hey Jimmy, I’m glad you made it”. I replied back “I am glad I made it too, I was about to change and come find you”, Mark looked at me with a strange look on his face and replied back “Change?? I don’t want you to change, I like you just the way you are except naked” his strange look turned into a big smile. Mark escorted me over to the hallway and pointed to the last door on the right and said “that’s my room, go ahead and get changed in there, if you want you can leave your bag in there where no one will touch it”. I started my way down the hallway and heard some grunting coming from one of the doors that was not completely shut. I peaked through the door and saw a bearish looking guy fucking this young twink doggy style, the bearish guy looked over at me and said “you’re next boy”, with that I quickly exited the door and found Mark’s bedroom. As I entered in Mark’s bedroom it was immaculate, a big king sized bed was in the center of the room. As I walked closer to the bed I saw that Mark had left his clothes laying on the bed, among the clothes was his jockstrap. I picked up the jockstrap and held it close to my mouth inhaling the Mark’s aroma, as I was getting hard and high sniffing the jock, Mark walked in and caught me. “Ah, what do we have hear!” barked Mark as he stood there smiling at me..I immediately dropped the jock and I stammered “oh, um, nothing, I was just”. He caught me red-handed admiring his jock..Mark approached me and laughed it’s okay he smiled and at me and said “if your jock was on the bed, I would be doing the same thing” without hesitation he started kissing me and pulling me closer too him. I enjoyed him reaching into my shorts and using his hand to search for my hole. As he started pushing his finger inside me I started melting in his arms….. After a few minutes he pulled away from me and said “hey, we are missing the party”. With that he started undressing me by pulling my shirt off and unbuttoning my shorts. Soon I was standing there stark naked and he grabbed my hand and started heading towards the bedroom door. “Hey wait I need to put my swimsuit on” I remarked, “you don’t need your swimsuit, no one is wearing one and I have plenty of towels on the patio” replied Mark. Walking out the bedroom door with Mark to join the others, I was enjoying the moment holding his hand and standing naked by his side. As we went out to the patio I was introduced to some guys who were all sunbathing along the pool. Mark was right everyone was naked and enjoying themselves…I felt a bit out of place standing there among all of of these musclebears, everyone was furry, and built, here was me 5’10” 150 and not that furry, the only fur I had was a bit around my nipples, my crotch, and my furry legs… Mark left me to chat with some of the guys by the pool and went in to grab me a beer. I was talking with Travis and Anthony, they were a couple that have been together for 5 years. During our conversation I learned that Travis work in IT and Anthony is a high school coach, I also noticed they both had a scorpion tattoo on their thighs, then it hit me that’s what the tattoo was on Nicholas’s thigh….What is this strange obsession with scorpions? Is it the desert? Travis and Anthony kept talking as I was staring at their tattoo, “Hello James, earth to James are you there?” barked Anthony….”um yea, sorry I was admiring your tattoo, what a cool design” I replied. Mark came back to join us and handed me my beer, “Thank you Mark” I replied as I looked up at him smiling..”So what are you guys talking about?” asked Mark, “James likes our tattoos, we should get him one too”, chuckled Travis… “ In time Jimmy will get his, he has to earn it first” replied Mark ….I thought for a moment about what he just said earning my tattoo…I wonder what he meant about that..Mark ordered ”Ok this is a pool party, everyone in the pool”, with that we all started making our way to the pool. The water felt refreshing against my bare skin. In the pool where a couple of other guys Steve and a buff latino whose name is Ramon. Mark introduced me to them and we all started wading in the pool making conversations. Soon everyone started getting into the pool, Nicholas came out with some guy, the bear and the twink joined us in the pool. In the pool there were about 10 guys in the pool, we were all soaking up the sun and enjoy the cool water. After a few minutes I started feeling something poking me in the rear, and this hot breath in my ear saying “I told you that you were next”….I stood there in shock while my ass was getting fingered by this bear of a man….Soon Nicholas yelled out “Behave there Steve, give the boy a break” and with that the bear removed his finger from my ass and held out his hand to shake mine “I am Steve, Nicholas’s partner” exclaimed the bear…”I hope I didn’t scare you, im just a big teddy bear” joked Steve.

CHAPTER 4: PRESENT DAY Dad: The wheezing… the coughing. I could see it was becoming increasingly more difficult for Cody to breathe. He weakly massaged his chest as the look of severe pain was evident in his eyes. "Hang on babe, we’ll be there soon.” Cody nodded, and hacked-up some some yellowish-brown phlem. Fortunately we had arrived at the hospital, and even more fortunately I found a convenient parking spot. Helping Cod out of the car, he shambled over to the Emergency Room, which proved to be busy: an ambulance outside, people sitting everywhere in every available seat. Still I found one, got Cod situated, and explained “Sit here son. I’ll speak to the nNurse.” It was tearing me up hearing him strain to breathe, so I hurried up to the Nurse’s desk. She looked up saying "Hi, can I help you?” “My son. It’s my son Cody. He can’t breathe. I don’t know.… ” Looking concerned she responded “Hang on,” and looking over at one of the other nurses, exchanged a nod while handing me a clipboard, “We’ll take him right back. I’ll need your insurance and driver’s license. Fill these out through page three.” Another nurse entered the waiting room, looked at Cod who was in obvious distress gasping and coughing as he clutched his chest. Taking a quick listen with a stethoscope the nurse turned to me asking “What’s his name?” “Cod. Cody.” “Cody, it’s gonna be okay, but don’t move.” With that she re-enters the medical area, returning promptly with a wheel chair, asking “Cody, can you get into the wheelchair for me? We’re going to take you back.” Cody stumbled to his feet, and meekly looked at me. As the nurse helped Cod into the wheelchair, looking at me, “You’re his Father?“ I nodded and asked “What’s wrong with him?” “Follow me. We’ll take him back.” I gestured to the clipboard and the several forms which I had yet to complete. She replied “It’s okay. Bring them." She takes us over to the one of the beds, “Wait here”, and walking to the she called-out "First name Cody Davis, code 1,” and then disappeared for a few seconds, returning with a few assistants who began preparing him, moving Cody onto one of the beds, listening with the stethoscope again, removing his clothes, and getting him into a hospital gown. While I loved seeing Cody naked, his listlessness and the impartial handling of his body by the staff somehow bothered me, but just then a doctor approached, and noticing me asked “You are?” “I’m Cody’s father. Mark.” “Mark, listen. We’re going to take good care of Cody. We'll stabilize his condition, but for now you need to go back into the waiting room.” “What’s wrong with him?!” “We’re not sure yet, but I’ll come get you as soon as we know what’s going on.” One of the assistants put Cody’s clothing into a bag, handing it to me, and then escorted me into to the waiting room. I looked at the clipboard and tried to focus on filling out the paperwork, but my nerves were racked. My son. My lover. He was seriously ill. My first thought was, (somewhat irrationally), 'WHAT THE FUCK DID WE DO?'. Of course the logical part of my brain suspected the malady was related to HIV, but I had never heard of an attack with this appearance. Still I tried to concentrate on on completing some of the information requested on the paperwork which I was still clutching. The sound of Cody’s hoarse cough from the treatment room honestly scared me. I sat waiting in the waiting room for three or so hours when a nurse stepped into the waiting room and announcing the name “Cody.” Of course I looked up. “Come with me, please.” Guiding me into the interior of the hospital, we entered a long hallway off of which opened differing areas, each containing several medical beds and privacy curtains. Smiling, the nurse announced “Here he is." “What’s wrong with him?” Glancing first at Cody, then at me, she answered simply “The Doctor will come by shortly.” “Thank you,” I replied, whereupon she left, drawing the curtain behind herself. An IV protruded from Cody's left arm. His coughing had subsided, and he certainly looked comfortable, even peaceful. “How are you son?” Looking up, he cautioned me as I reached for his hand, “Don’t get too close.” “Did they tell you what’s wrong?” “Pneumonia … they said they gave me drugs, but you can still get it.” “I’ll be ok”. We talked quite some time as I tried to calm his fears. Finally the doctor appeared. We introduced ourselves. His name was Doctor Reynolds. Reading through the chart he explained “Cody, it looks like you’ve got a fairly serious case of Bacterial Pneumonia, which may be contagious. Until the drugs we've given you kick in and start killing off the bacteria that’s causing the inflammation in your lungs, it's entirely possible to spread the infection, possibly for a few days," looking at me, “so I’m going to prescribe an anti-bacterial for the both of you. I want you to fill these and you, Mr. Davis, to start taking yours now as an added precaution.” "Okay," I replied, asking "Do you know how Cody picked-up the bacteria?" “This kind of pneumonia can be contracted by breathing the air droplets from someone that has it, but we’ve also seen cases where someone contracted it from a dirty air conditioning filter, but … “, and he paused, then continued explaining "most people fight this kind of pneumonia off without it being too serious. But, if someone’s immune system is weakened it can be very serious, even deadly if the patient doesn't get it treated quickly enough.” Then turning to my son Dr. Reynolds continued asking "Cody, have you ever taken any sort of drugs or shared needles with anyone?” Cody noded 'no'. "Are you sexually active?” Cody just nodded 'yes'. In my mind's eye I could virtually see the doctor saying to himself 'I know what's going on here', but instead he explained "When we have serious cases like this we almost always run a few other blood tests to rule out common issues. Cody’s test for HIV came back positive." I look at Cody, then at the Doctor, I think it’s obvious I’m questioning what he just said. “Testing positive for HIV doesn’t give you Bacterial Pneumonia, or the other way around, but Cody’s immune system is compromised from the HIV and then he probably came into contact with someone who either has Pneumonia or recently had it.” The lightbulb clicked on for me. "We’re going to keep him at least overnight with the IV, and let him rest. If the anti-Bacterial we’re giving him does it job quickly you can take him home tomorrow. When he gets home he’ll need to finish all of the medication I’m prescribing. You need will need to take the prescription I'll give you before you leave, but you should pick-up your prescription now. We can discuss Cody's HIV treatment options after the Pneumonia is under control.” "Any questions?” "Not for now, I think, we're good." "Okay, I’ll leave you guys alone." "Thanks," I responded as he nodded with a small smile, and left us. "Dad, ...." "Yeah, Cody?" "I'm..., I'm ...." Sensing what he was struggling to say, I soothed his troubled mind, murmuring "Don’t worry about it, baby boy … we’ll figure it out. Right now you need to rest,. Your body needs time to get the Pneumonia under control, which means the drugs need time to fight off this infection. We can discuss the other issues later." Cody gave me a wan smile, accompanied by "I love you, Dad.” Looking deeply into his eyes I softly replied "And I love you too, boy.” Talking with Cod I couldn't help but consider my own flesh and blood was now HIV+. My cock was awake. Even knowing Cody felt like crap I wanted him. Fortunately I kept my cock in check, as just then a nurse stepped into the room, explaining visiting hours were over, and Cody desperately needed some sleep, but adding I could return the next day, at which time Cody would be moved to a step-down unit. I wanted to kiss Cod, and I suspect he could sense the angry monster hiding in my pants, but I chasely kissed him on the forehead, telling him goodnight as I left, pausing in the pharmacy to fill the prescriptions. I immediately took my first dose of the anti-Bacterial as a precaution, even if I felt fine. even though I’m not feeling sick. After 3 days of taking these pills and visiting Cod I start to worry, even though it’s obvious he’s feeling better and his condition seems greatly improved – the Doctor says he’s not out of the woods yet. I pull him aside and ask him about the HIV, “His initial bloodwork had over a million copies per milliliter”, he can see me with a question mark on my face, “That’s not mean to worry you, we’ll talk about treatment options once the Pneumonia is gone”. I muster an “ok”, but in reality I’m stressed out. I try to relax, and my mind wonders, thinking about Cody being HIV+ after our adventures at Sam’s place. I’m so horny, and as perverse as it is, more than once thought about reaching under that boy’s hospital gown and sucking him off right there. I start thinking about Sam’s poz cock so I text him but he’s not responding. I decide to text that hot guy Chris from the testing center. Mark: Hey sexy Chris: Hey man, been a while, how’s it going? Mark: Not good, stressed out, no sex and Cody’s in the Hospital Chris: Ugh Sorry … he gonna be ok? Mark: Yeah, … has Pneumonia Chris: Oh wow … what’s up? You guys been thinking about getting tested again? Mark: Uh yeah … Cody tested positive yesterday. They found it when they ran tests for the Pneumonia Chris: I understand, I’ve told a lot of guys their results before Mark: Not why I texted, I’m horny. He’s been in the Hospital nearly 4 days. My balls are turning blue Chris: Oh shit… can’t have that Mark: I know Mark: Busy? Chris: HA! Perv … not really tbh : ) Chris: Just at home Mark: I can host Chris: Naked and horny here. You can come over if you want. My brother Tyler is living with me for a while, but he’s gay too, won’t care Mark: You got a brother? And he’s gay? He hot too? Chris: LOL … down boy, he’s mine (kidding), but yep, my little brother is a homo too lol I dunno, he might like you Mark: I was jk Chris: LOL … give me an hour to get showered and together Mark: We can do another time Chris: No it’s good, plus I’m horny af Mark: Is it ok if we don’t fuck? I just need to nut Chris: Yea its cool … love oral too An hour later I arrive at Chris’ townhouse, he’s still naked when he lets me in … my eyes immediately go to his cock and then his face, “Looks like you’re happy to see me”, “You could say that”, then I look over and realize there’s someone else in the room. “Oh sorry… this is my little brother Tyler, Tyler, Mark”. I swear Tyler is a spitting image of Chris without the go-t, its obvious they’re related. I wave at him, he’s watching tv, sprawled out in an over-sized chair and as naked as Chris. I think, “Chris you’re wrong, Tyler isn’t cute, he’s fucking hot!”, I start thinking about my son, “Hi” is all I can manage, he waves. I soften my voice to Chris, “You guys always hang out naked?”, he just grins, “Not always … but we’re both pretty open, don’t care too much … told him when he wanted to live here for a while that I’m not changing how I am, or putting on clothes just because he’s here … he’s ok”, “See that”. Chris looks at me, and me him, we both know what we need to do. He leans into me, taking my hand and putting it on his cock, “I’m horny Daddy”, all I can do is smile; Tyler seems to be ignoring us. Subconsciously I start stroking Chris’ cock, “You’re wearing way too many clothes for this house”, I grin and pop off my shoes. I follow Chris to his bedroom, and we start making out, my body needs the attention of a younger male so bad right now and Chris is exactly what I need. “Let me help you”, and with those four words I’m naked faster than I can imagine as his hands find and touch nearly every part of me, “Come here”, and he leads me out of his room. I follow him down the hall like a puppy until I think, “Is he going to suck me in the living room?”, he whispers, “Look”, I glance and there’s Tyler rubbing his cock, still watching the big TV. I’m transfixed by Tyler’s hand as Chris bends down and begins to slow suck on my nuts. As he takes care of me I can feel the precum escape my piss slit and his tongue lapping it up – he might not be my son Cody but he’s doing a great job of pleasing the old man’s cock; a moan escapes my lips. Tyler glances over in my direction for a split second then goes back to watching whatever it is. My cock is rock hard and leaking so much pre-cum it’s like I’m taking a piss and Chris, right there, looking so hot on his knees with his fucking mouth sucking me down. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh….”, and there it is a real moan escapes my lips this time, Tyler looks over at me and he gives me a big grin this time. I’m transfixed, “He sure knows how to suck cock doesn’t he?”, my eyes get wide, but the reality of that question doesn’t entirely hit me. All I can do is grin and nod back at him, with what must be, a serious case of “bedroom eyes”. I look down at Chris again, he’s going back and forth sucking me hard, his nose nearly meeting my pubes on each stroke. At this point I’m oblivious to the fact that Tyler is 20 or so feet away from me and that he’s on and off watching me get sucked by his brother; all I want right now is to bust a huge load of sperm in this mouth. My hands are in Chris’ hair and he’s on auto-pilot working me towards my orgasm … my cock is happy, and I think I’m more than enamored with his brother. Tyler is doing is best to tease me, rubbing his cock. I hope Cod won’t be jealous. “Fuuuuuuck”, another moan escapes me and I earn another smile from Tyler’s cute face … I start imagining what it might be like to watch Chris suck his cock, or the other way around. Then I start thinking about my boy Cod, and his HIV+ fuck stick, oh fuck … I want to see him fuck and breed Tyler … hmmmmm … after he fucks and breeds his Dad’s hole of course. I’m quickly reaching my boiling point, and there’s no subtlety anymore, I tend to get very vocal when I’m about to blow my load, “That’s it Chris … fuck yeah … you’re about to eat this load," the words are just flowing out of me with no regard for who’s around. "Oh fuck … ohhhhhh fuck," and I get more assertive about the whole situation, now I’m just using a hole, and I start to piston in and out faster than I can clench and unclench my muscles. I give up trying to be gentle with him and just keep myself clenched. Tyler doesn’t even register with me right now … in fact, the room doesn’t either, and I feel the sweat dripping off my face and a bit rolling down my back. Chris has one arm raised rubbing my chest and I can smell the masculine scent of his arm pit … this is all coming to a head for me; Chris starts to grunt each time my big balls slap against his chin. I know I might choke him, but all I care about is blowing this load of spunk down his fucking throat. “FUCK! CHRIS! ... that's it! ... that’s it! … oh FUU… FUUUCK!", and my fat cock starts squirting inside his mouth and throat, filling him with a massive, thick four-day load of my ball juice. He’s not moving, I’m not moving, then he slowly pulls back to get the last of the cum and clean my piss slit. I can see tears on his cheeks but Chris is purring, who knew he loved sucking cock so much; I have one idea. Reality starts to set in and I glance over at Tyler, he’s laughing and nodding at me, like, “Told you he knows how to suck a cock”, then I remember his comment, and I smile a little devilish grin at him. Chris stands up and kisses me, the way Cod does with his tongue, and I taste the last bit of my seed. “I need to get out of here and go see Cod, … thanks, I really needed that”, he smiles, “Glad I can help relieve that case of blue balls … maybe you can breed me next time”. I know Tyler can hear everything and it dawns on me that there may be more going on with these two than Chris is saying, especially since he’s so open sexually around him; he obviously meant for us to have sex in front of his brother. I like where this is going. I put on my clothes and leave, then I start thinking about Cod’s newly poz cock and I get hard all over again. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (6 Weeks earlier) Chris: Jake’s cock remains hard and deep inside me, without changing position, I can feel him start to ride me again. At this point, we can both see the test, we both know he’s HIV+ -- neither of us say anything as his bare cock begins to slide back and forth. Suddenly he’s fucking me again, that’s when I realize how bad I want his poz cock, “Ahhhhh… ahhhhh… fuck me… yeah fuck me… fuck me Jake”, “I’m not gonna last long this time, … this is gonna be … “, and he speeds up, his balls slapping against my ass, “ahhhh … AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… OH ... OH FUCK!! … OH FUCK!!!!!!!”, and he tenses up as he begins to orgasm. “Damn … came quick that time huh?”, “Oh yeah… haha…”, “Fuck dude, that’s so hot ... did you give ‘IT’ to me?”, I can’t see Jake’s face, coy, as he nods. Inside of 20 minutes this hot boy is pumping two big loads of his HIV+ spunk into me, I moan from the depravity of it all, “I gave ‘IT’ to you alright … hope you fucking wanted ‘IT’”, then we both moan thinking about what we just did. Both time I practically felt him unloading, and I haven’t even blown a load, I’m going to have serious blue balls. Working in an HIV testing center I don’t generally make a point of telling anyone, “I’m chasing the bug”. Here I am with two confirmed poz loads deep in my ass, and I really want to see this boy again. “Thanks sexy… let’s get it together and get out of this room before they come looking for me”, “sure … that was really hot”, “Yea me too … again soon”. We get dressed, I dump the test and with a wink mark Jake’s test results as neg. When I get to the front Jake heads out the door and I explain to Nick that Jake had lots of questions on safer sex practices and needed “more counseling” than normal; he rolls his eyes a bit and only says, “Of course he did”. The next hour is fairly standard as guys come and go to get tested and I or Nick assist them. All I can think about is Jake’s poz cock and my younger brother Tyler … then the thought of the three of us together, it seems twisted but the idea of having sex with my little brother Ty and sex with a poz guy makes me leak; I try to stay focused. Jake: My nuts are drained, unloading into Chris is so hot, but I’m horny and sometimes I cum 4 or 5 times a day… I decide to text that hot, older guy Bill from the waiting room at the testing center: Jake: Hey its “Jake”, met at the testing center, whats up Bill: Not much, just got back home Jake: Cool Jake: Wanna fuck? Bill: You don’t waste time do you : ) Bill: I only bb here, vers but mostly bottom Jake: Same, but mostly topping right now Jake: Guy at test center says I’m clean Bill: Me too, surprised Jake: Me too Bill: kinda wasn’t sure, does it matter? Bill: BTW that Nick guy is really hot Jake: Not to me … wasn’t sure either Jake: Yeah he is, I saw the other guy with the go-t, he’s really hot Jake: So can I fuck you? Bill: Haha! Yep … when? Jake: hot Jake: Now It crossed my mind that maybe Bill is chasing but who knows, I’m kinda hoping to find out, and I don’t care if it’s before I breed him or after. Chris: (Later that night) I get home and immediately the clothes come off – I hate them. I know my brother is coming over but if he shows up early it’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before. I clean up a few things and throw on some shorts, get a beer, and wait for him. It doesn’t seem like I have to wait very long and I hear a car outside my townhouse and look out, its him, I try to put the fact that he looks so cute out of my head. I feel some of Jake’s cum leak out of my ass … I unlock the door and run for the bedroom, “Be right back … forgot something, get comfortable”. I remove the shorts, wipe my hole, and slip in a small butt plug to keep Jake’s load inside me. I put on a pair of underwear, the shorts and head back into the Living Room. I grab Tyler and hold him close giving him a huge hug, “Its great to see you”, “You … too …. You ok?”, “Yeah … yeah I’m great … just great to see you … been a few months”, I breathe in and I can smell his arm pits and I know I’m getting hard while holding him so I ease off, he says, “I know … I know I’m sorry”. “Its ok … I know you and Jeremy are together”, he just looks at me with an emptiness, “Not anymore we aren’t … we broke up last week”. I lead him over to the couch and we sit down, “You want something to drink?”, “I’m … ehhh whatever you’re having”, I get him a beer and sit down next to him, “You ok?”, all I get is a simple nod as he takes a big gulp of beer. He makes a face, “How do you drink this stuff?”, “Ehhh… It’s like swallowing cum … you get used to it”, he looks at me and we both laugh. “So you guys aren’t together anymore”, “Yeah … he cheated on me, … and he’s mad at me?!?”, he almost yells, making a face that clearly states he’s not pleased about the situation. I decide to keep my mouth shut about knowing Jeremy is on BBRT looking for raw hole, and see how far down the rabbit hole with my brother goes, “What happened?”. “He lied … said he wanted it to be just us, I guess I wasn’t enough for him,… I dunno”, he tries to seem ok about it but I can tell he’s upset about the whole thing. “You still taking Prep?”, I ask. He looks at me flatly, “No. I stopped taking it over 6 months ago”, “When did you guys break up?”, “2 days ago”. “OH… How did you find out he’s cheating on you?”, “I found some texts in his phone … fuck, I really thought he wanted just me … I even stopped taking Prep for him”. I just look at him. “I stopped taking Prep. We talked about it, and we both wanted me off of it, so I just stopped … don’t look at me like that, there isn’t that much risk”, and he pauses, “…but…”, “but?”, “Well … Jeremy is poz.” “I KNOW !!!”, I think … but I don’t say that, I’m stunned, my little brother, just 20 years old and he’s been in a committed relationship with an HIV+ man and I know they bareback and he’s telling me that he stopped taking his pre-exposure Prophylaxis. I feel my cock twitch and so I play along, “So you guys were using condoms”, he just looks back at me, “No. We only barebacked … He said he didn’t want barriers between us, even talked about going off his meds, too.”, “And you’re ok with that? Did he?”, “I guess… I mean, I don’t know … I don’t think so”. Thomas, I know you'll read this. Chapter 4 is dedicated to you.

Part XII A couple of buds were getting antsy as the time approached for THE door to open and headed over to get in line. That basically left a couple of us to help get our neg bud to the door and in there as he was getting pretty much wasted. Another round of drinks and not only him but I was feeling the hell out of them too and I had to help get him to the door and in there. We decided there was only about 2 minutes left and we had better get him over there. Two of us took an arm each and lifted him to his feet. He could walk but very unsteadily. LOL Another buddy brought up the rear to help hold him upright. We got the door just as a line was forming and only had about a dozen guys ahead of us, so we figured there was plenty of time to get him in there and wish him luck. Then it was time! The door opened and half dressed guys were coming out as the new guys were trying to get in. It was kind of a crush and much slower time than we thought it would be. Probably took us 6 of the 10 minutes just to get to the door and then another 2 or 3 to get into the room. We all stopped and took a look around. There were still at least a dozen guys still there totally naked with other in various stages of dress. Looked to me like there were going to be 40 or more in there. I shook hands with my buds and wished them luck and as I did that there came a count down to door shutting. 10-9 I turned and headed for the door and tripped over someone's foot and fell head first towards the door. Had to scramble back up and wouldn't you know it, same ankle twisted that I did during the parade. Damn, I lunged towards the door as the count hit 5-4. I was all at once grabbed and bodily carried out the door just as the man said 1 and the door slammed shut. Whew, what a close call that had been. Then it dawned on me that the guy who had picked me up hadn't set me down yet until we reached my table. As he set me down I could even feel a somewhat familiar bulge rub my ass as I landed on my feet. I turned to see a huge smile on the face of my bud from the parade. Damn, was all I could think of as I realized who it was. He said, "how the hell are you doing?" and grabbed me in a big old bear hug. I returned the hug with a huge grin too and told him I was doing fine and wow had he ever saved me. He grinned and told me that remained to be seen. We both laughed then. He asked how things had been and I told him that mostly good. I then told him all my buds had tested poz now except one. He said, "I bet it was the one you had to half carry in there?" I told him it sure was and the weird thing was that that was the one who had taken the most loads at the parade. He laughed at that and told me he thought that had been me. Well, that was true but he was the most of my buds. We then talked about him for a bit. He told me several of his stories of other conquests since our last meeting. He got into quite detailed accounts too. Over the course of this we had another couple of drinks. I was getting pretty looped again, too. His stories weren't helping me any either as I kept thinking about his huge cock in me from before. I could really picture the guys taking him into their asses and getting plowed by his big cock. Thinking of my buds in that room and his stories and remembering the parade pretty much had me turned on too. I was sure I was still straight but couldn't help remembering what his pummeling of my prostate had done to me, making me cum hard without ever touching my own cock. Had never had that happen and then he did it to me three times that night. I happened to look up at the clock then and mentioned it was only another 5 or so minutes till the door opened again. He checked and confirmed that and told me we might as well head over to see how many of our friends came out, if any. LOL He told me that sometimes guys get in there and stay the whole time till it closed. I thought that was a lot of time to be in there. He told me he had done it once himself and probably got 20 to 25 loads that night and probably loaded 3 others. The booze though had me about out of it and he was actually almost holding me up. Too damn many. I then just leaned on him for support thinking that would help until my head would clear some. He put his arm around me and his hand was then resting on my ass which wasn't helping the fact I had sprung a hard-on from his stories and the memories. Clock said one more minute till the door opened.

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PART 6 Jammes closed the door behind them and pulled Joel to him planting a deep kiss on his lips. He slid the window open and laid back on the bed. Joel positioned himself sliding his mouth down the shaft of his dick as Joel now considered this gargantuan black dick as his. He was still swirling in his head but totally focused on sucking this dick and returned to his object of lust. Many men watched Joel sucking. Many men knew what was in store for Joel before the night was over and smiled. Joel had been sucking Jammes for about 15 minutes straight now and his jaws were absolutely reaching the end. He was in a panic that he would fail. What Joel didn't know was that with Jammes there was no failure. Sensing that Joel was reaching his end, Jammes reached down and pulled Joel up off his dick and up onto his chest making sure that his now fully erect dick could be seen sticking up between Joel's thighs. Men who had witnessed this scene before smiled knowingly and did a thumbs up to Jammes. Other men looked on in envy and wonderment. "Your mouth feels great, man, but you need a rest," Jammes said lightly kissing Joel. "I'm going to help you take this dick of mine. Not many men have a mouth as talented as yours, man. You're going to love taking my load of cum." Jammes had cooed and wooed his way through his words of diversion just as he had done so many times before with each time ending the same way. Jammes kissed Joel again and then disentangled himself closing the window for the moment but winking at those in the audience whom he knew had seen him work before. He returned to Joel pulling him up and walked him to the sling. Joel never asked a word but climbed onto the leather. Jammes lifted Joel's ankles one by one securing them in the straps and then repeated the same with his wrists. Jammes positioned Joel's butt to hang over the end just a little. They kissed again. Jammes pulled a hood from the backpack on the floor and went to Joel's head. He held the hood up, winked at Joel, and nodded. Joel looked at the hood and then Jammes. Hesitantly, Joel nodded. Jammes fitted the hood to Joel's head making sure the nose feature allowed for plenty of air. Jammes returned to his backpack pulling from it a 7-inch drinking straw, a bag of fine white powder, a small scoop made from a straw, a pointless syringe, and a vial of sterile water placing each of the items on the small shelf on the back wall. With great precision and quickness, Jammes prepped the pointless syringe with the white powder and sterile water returning it to the shelf. He then inserted the 7-inch drinking straw into Joel's ass leaving an inch just outside Joel's puckered entrance. Jammes scooped up a hefty amount of the white powder, inserted the scoop into the straw so that the scoop was fully inserted, then, bent down and with a great breath blew into the straw sending the white powder deep inside Joel where it fine coated every surface. Jammes pulled the straw about a third way out and repeated the process. Once more Jammes pulled the straw another third way out and gave a final blow of the fine white powder into Joel's rectum. Joel in short order felt a slight warmth but was distracted as Jammes had by now withdrawn the straw and replaced it with the pointless syringe which he withdrew as he pushed the plunger discharging the doctored sterile water. Joel felt the syringe being removed as a liquid was left behind.

PART 5 Jammes watched as the transformation happened. A new cocksucker was born. How many new cocksuckers had been born because of him and his uncut 10-inch dick? Just a little more to find out if this one was one of the best. Would he be able to take all of his dick or would he weenie out? Jammes decided it was time to see if this man would be in the elite. Joel felt his mouth being removed from the dick and whimpered. He was being repositioned on the bed allowing for his guest to sit toward the foot near the door as Joel knelt on the bed. Jammes leaned to his right a bit so that Joel had access to the now almost fully erect dick. Joel saw Jammes wink and nod his head toward his dick. Joel dived forward spreading his mouth wide as he slid back down onto the giant in front of him. As he did, Jammes pulled Joel's left leg toward him so that he would have access to Joel's ass. Joel inched his mouth downward more and more filling his mouth full. Without knowing why, Joel shielded his teeth and began to suck and piston on this man's dick. It was a slow tempo but one that suited Jammes. No doubt this was one cocksucker to be prized for his skills. In the meantime, Jammes went to work on Joel's ass. Jammes found the tightly closed wrinkled opening. He placed his finger tip dead centre and on a downward stroke gave a great shove pushing at least half of his finger inside Joel's hole. Joel never broke stride except for a small grunt. Jammes smiled and pushed more. He then went to work on the inside garnering grunts and moans from Joel. Over and over and over again Jammes raked his nail on the inside of Joel causing small tears. When his finger was finally withdrawn, Jammes saw a nice light red covering his finger. He smiled. Jammes once more repositioned his new interest so that he was kneeling over him as Jammes lay on his back. Now, Joel's ass was directly over his face making it an easy target and Joel's mouth was covering his Sequoia of a dick making love to it just like Jammes preferred. By the time Jammes was finished this time, both he and Joel were in a light sweat. Jammes found an even bloodier cover on his finger. He beamed. Jammes pushed an unwilling Joel off his dick and pulled him up to where they could talk. "Man, you are super. Not many men can take my dick in their mouth and work on it like you do. You would be great to watch. Do you know that? Men would really love to watch you suck on my dick the way you do," Jammes cooed soothingly at Joel in a breathy husky voice. "You have a talent most men don't. You could give them lessons and put them to shame," he continued in his hypnotizing drone of flattery. "You know you want to show off. I can tell you do just from the way you're doing such a great job. Why don't we go back to my room where we can close the door but there's a window we can open and let men watch you go at it? You up for that?" Jammes cooed into Joel's ear and then licked it sticking his tongue inside. Joel shuddered at the intimacy. He didn't know what was happening to him or what or why he was doing this. It was as if he didn't care. What he knew for sure was he didn't want to stop. When Jammes withdrew his tongue from Joel's ear, Joel said, "Yes, as long as I get to suck your dick and swallow your load . . . just like I saw in the steam room." The two got up and went to Jammes' room.

PART 3 Joel was shaken . . . and he was amazed. The shorter man had made no sounds of protest. He had swallowed that load of cum and then had allowed another man to unleash his own cum load into his ass. Joel's head was spinning. Never had he ever imagined such things happening. Now, he had witnessed it with his own eyes. Joel looked down at his towel and found it being stretched tight from the pressure being applied by his own dick. Joel left the steam room and hesitantly walked back toward his room. At the top of the steps to the basement, he heard a voice and turned toward it. Standing in front of him was a black man. He was about 6 feet tall, weighed about 160 pounds, had a nicely muscled body, a shaved head, full beard and moustache, and had his left nipple pierced with a big bar sticking through it. Joel shook his head hesitantly. "Are you okay, dude," the man asked again. "You look a bit shaken up. Do you need help back to your room? Are you diabetic?" The man quietly kept asking him questions seemingly concerned. Joel shook his head and said, "No, I'm fine. Thank you. I . . . I . . . I just witnessed a man give a blow job to one man and then get fucked by another in the steam room. Neither of the men used a condom. I'm not used to seeing such." Joel walked on to his room and let himself in. He sat on the bed rehashing what he had just witnessed. All he had wanted to do was to enjoy the steam not watch a porn show. One thing puzzled Joel though: He had seen his own dick react to the two scenes. Even now his dick was hard just thinking about it. What was happening? Was this normal? He had always thought in his mind how repulsive the thought of sex between men was. But, now that he had seen it somewhat up close he didn't know. There was a knock at his door that brought Joel to his senses. Who could that be? He didn't know anyone. He opened it and saw the black man who had offered help. "Yes?" Joel asked. "Man, you were shaken back there," the quiet bass voice cooed. "I thought you were going back down the steps head first from the way you were swaying. You need at least to drink some water for me dude. Coming out of the steam room, you need to replenish and hydrate yourself. Come on now. I'm not taking no for an answer." His calming voice eased Joel's mind as the man twisted open the bottle of water and held it out to him. "Come on now; drink it all down." Joel nodded and took the bottle. He tilted the bottle upward and began swallowing the contents. It tasted stale and stopped. Joel frowned looking at his waterman. But, he tipped the bottle once more and finished it off. "It tastes a little odd," Joel said. "but, I do thank you." "Yeah, it's a cheap brand they sell here," the black man said quietly and smiled.

PART 2 From the outside, the place looked old. There were all the pennants and flags and colourful lights though that sort of helped. He decided he would go in and did. Joel signed his membership form, deposited his wallet, got his key and towel, and was buzzed inside. He followed the clerk's directions and soon found his room: 20. Joel had also found that he was in a gay bath house from the short walk from the desk to his room. He was so naive. What was he doing here? Why hadn't he turned around and left when he saw the two men engaged in oral sex in the hall? He was repulsed and yet curious to know more so that he could reject the evils that went on here. That was the plan at least. It was only a little before 9:00. He could enjoy the steam room and leave. He stripped putting his clothes under his mattress, put the key around his wrist, wrapped the towel around his waist, and left his room. He walked back through the bath house finding the steps and followed the signs to the steam room. Inside, the room was huge. He walked around in the wet and found a seat. He was alone. Good. Joel's being alone didn't last long. He was joined by three more men who found places to sit. Joel watched without being obvious. The two sitting close to each other soon were closer still and began fondling the other. Their towels were around their necks unlike Joel's which was draped across him. The shorter man slid down on his knees after a short time and moved between the other man's legs. Joel watched discreetly as the blowjob was administered. The head bobbing up and down in such rhythmic motion. It was mesmerizing. In time, the seated man began to moan and grunt and squirm. The piston rhythm increased which increased the moans, grunts, and squirming. With a loud groan, the man began to pump his cum load into the mouth of the kneeling short man who no doubt was swallowing it. More and more of the cum spewed into his mouth to be momentarily tasted and swallowed. Joel watched almost bug-eyed. As soon as he was finished, the seated man rose and left. The third man who had entered now came out of the clouds of steam to where he could be seen. He pushed the shorter man back down on his knees and pushed his own dick into his mouth. Once more the shorter man began to suck evidenced that the third man's dick became harder. This man though was not settling for a mere blow job. He pulled the short man off the floor, turned him around, bent him over, and positioned his dick at his ass hole. He pushed slowly until he could get no more of his dick inside. The man glanced over at Joel and nodded. Joel froze. Then, he began to fuck the man. He fucked him with long deep strokes in and out until after a bit he picked up speed. Joel heard a slapping of skin against skin as the man fucked the shorter man. A deep moan came from the standing man who now held his dick fully inserted in the ass in front of him. He was cumming. He was deliberately cumming in the shorter man's ass. Joel's mind went into a flurry. He had not put on a condom. He was unloading his ball juices directly into this man. They soon pulled apart and left leaving Joel astonished.

I grew up in a small farming community in Nebraska. I have 5 older brothers and from early on I was treated different by my parents as my brothers are big 6'2-6'4 with big mussels and I'm 5'7 with a string bean build. On the farm when not in school you are working from an early age. Where my brothers went to work after High School I applied to College and received many offers. I knew I did not wanted to stay in Nebraska. I think my parents knew before I did I was gay and when I told them they did not seamed shock and when I was pick on my youngest brother would defend me as he is just 16 months older than me. I knew where ever school I went to would have been near a large Gay community so it was either NYC or San Francisco. I visited both and the school in NYC bowled me over with the best offer I could get. It would not put a major Financial load on my parents or me and I would not be left with big students loans.As I wanted to pay my own way as running a farm cost big money I would try to find a job to cover my living expensive at school. I moved to NYC into the dorms and the first thing I said to my self did I make a big mistake of my life as everything is so tight here. My room mate was ok at first but in a few weeks turned into a real ass hole tell me all the time who he fuck he is not Gay. Not knowing NYC and really being a farm boy I'm in a new world as I know it's out their but I can't get into the Gay bars I pass by of find so I know it's out there. My sex life is giving someone a blow job once when we visit the big city near us in North Platt Nebraska. I'm fed up with my room mate and I have to do something fast or I feel like going back home and work the farm for the rest of my life. As I have to find away out of living in the Dorms as the commute is 20-30 minutes either way by the bus the school has or by me on my bicycle. Every place I look is way over my limited budget or the room is smaller than I have now. One day I look at Craigslist of all places and find a room for rent for a male only and when I hear where the address its BINGO 1 block from where most of my classes are. I get on time and it's a very old building, I get to the door and when it opens and I see the guy at the door I think I was struck by lighting as we look at each other for a long time. He's 5'8 maybe 125 in a tight tee shirt and I can see the out line of his nipple rings. He ask me in and the place is huge , with wire walls with pictures of MEN in full leather or men with boys arm in arm. The pictures stop me in my tracks as I don't know to run or keep looking. I do notice James eyes have not left me as I just look around and takes me by the hand to the room he is renting out. This bed room is very big also with a king size 4 posted bed that does look very gothic. When I ask him how much I say to him how much and I'm saying to my self it's going to be to much, but James ask how much can I afford and when I give him the number he says that's perfect. I gave a number more than I could really afford but I said to my self I will make it here some how.somehow I get the use of the kitchen , bathroom that has all these long hoses off the shower head and free wifi. I could not be happier. I ask if I could start to move over the weekend and he shoot back I have a friend with a truck and it can be done in one run. So I move in and settle in and I love the quite this place is but I look at the pictures on the wall and I get as hard as a rock and even pre cum is coming out. I try to hide how hard I am but James is always walking around half naked as goes late every night. I never ask what he does but is mostly at night. As James goes out late to work most evening and is back in a few hours or comes home early morning as I'm leaving for school it really working well for me with school but my life is empty in some ways. After a month James wants to talk and ask if I want to hang out with him this weekend, I remind him I'm under 21 and can't get into any bars, he says it's no problem where are going as he knows the doorman real well. I tried of looking at the books and I'm way ahead of my school work and it's a Friday. We get waved right in at Pyramid Club and once inside the music hits me and so many hot looking guys around, it take me a few minutes to understand what is going on as my head is spinning as James gives me a soda and says let's dance. On the floor it's more like a grope fest as James and I get closer and closer and when our lips lock my arms are all over his body as he takes off my shirt, my bare chest is rubbing up against him as I feel his nipple rings hitting my nipples. Something comes over me as I go down to kiss his nipples. The rest of the evening there was one big blur of passion & heat form everyone I met at the Club, what I thought was 1 hour turned out to be 5 hours. As we left the sun was coming as we grab a taxi home our hands were all over each other. Once we made it up stairs what cloths we have come off as we head to the bed. It's my real first time of having sex with any one unless you say giving someone a blow job is sex. James is the first one to take my anal cheery and I thought it would be very painful but he was so gentle with me it was pure pleasure. I wake up and James is sipping coffee and looking at my naked body as all he has on is a tong with a hard dick showing. He ask how I'm doing I get off the bed and get on my hands and knees and take his dick out and start to suck, as he's about to cum he picks me up and takes me to the shower. In the shower I find out what all thous hoses are for. He is making love to me wile he's working over my hole. I come out of the shower clean on the out side & inside. We spend Saturday & Sunday fucking going to some clubs and I'm having the time of my life not hiding who I am but living what I am. I no longer live in my room but in James room. As I get near the end of the school year my funding will not be available over the summer and my part time job will not be enough to support my self in that time and I don't want to leave James as I'm in love with him and he with me. When I tell him that I will have to go back home for the summer and work on the family farm he says he has an idea how I can stay in NYC and make enough money to stay here with him. He ask how I feel about doing what he does, my being so fresh off the farm , I say I really don't know what he does at night and he is Laughing. He says he works as an escort a he showed me his profile on Rentboy. I'm shock and say you get paid to have sex with other men, he says that I could do very good but I will have to be a Top as that is where the real money is. He tell me he has a very good client who would love me. James tell me we will go over and double team him as he will really like that. I'm scared to death but if I can stay in NYC for the summer with James I'm willing to do it. We get to his home and I don't know what to do but James leads me by the hand an tells me what to do. I can see on the client face he is very happy that I'm came, as once I'm naked he says to James is he legal, James responds do you really care. He is on his knees sucking my dick in a second as James starts to lube his hole up. Right before I cum James pulls him off and turns him onto his dick and hands me a condom to put on and tell me to fuck him hard.

Friday night, went to the local bathhouse (Flex Atlanta) and bred 4 guys. Took 6 loads orally. Saturday night, same place, had a black guy (10 inches) make me his bitch. He bred me twice... No lube, just spit and cum. He dumped 2 loads in me back-to-back. Took 4 loads orally. Sunday night, Flex again, took 1 load, and 3 loads orally (slow night there, bad weather in the area.) Came home, got a load from one of my housemates. Was on BBRT, found a cute cub 4 miles down the road from me, and he wanted to bred my creamy ass. So, he did. My ass is leaking right now as I type this. Very fullfilling weekend...

Zach I’ve been feeling crappy off and on for the past year, I may even be the source of an epidemic in my small town. I graduated last May from high school and will soon be heading off to college, where I will no doubt, begin a new round of infections. I’m 19 now and I’m a total slut, pig, whore whatever you choose to call me, oh and I have a taste for daddies I think my obsession with older guys started when I was doing competitive swimming as a youth, the coach would play us video tapes of athletes like Marc Spitz and Greg Louganis to train us and to give us inspiration in our swimming and diving, I was glad the warm up pants were a bit baggy as I always ended up with a raging hard on. I also guess that is when I internally started realizing and accepting I was gay although I kept it to myself. Now I have always been athletic although I really don’t like sports all that much other than swimming, wrestling and weight lifting. I have kept myself in shape and have proven to be outdoorsy, hiking, camping, and generally being at home in the outdoors, doing activities. I remember back when I was in my mid tens going camping with the family, including my Uncle and his boyfriend and I overheard my uncle talking “so when do you think he’ll come out?” they were talking about me of course. Now my family is pretty liberal and being gay isn’t a big problem with them, but I still stayed in the closet till just before my eighteenth birthday, when I finally decided it was time. Their reaction was “so, this is a revelation” coming out to my parents was easy. Coming out to my best friend since fourth grade was more difficult for me at least, his reaction was “so I’m straight but this doesn’t change anything, our bromance can continue the way it always has” he said with a wink and a smile. On my eighteenth birthday we were buzzed from some really good bud and I leaned over and planted a wet one on his lips, he returned the kiss and we soon were into a hot make out session for about 5 minutes before he pulled away “ok, that never happened, it was the weed, and it won’t happen again” I was a bit crushed but I knew what he was implying, I headed home to my surprise birthday party and pretended I was surprised, I got some cool birthday presents, but the one that piqued my interest the most was getting my own tablet, no more having to share with my sister and brother. As the festivities wound down I retired to my room and proceeded to set up the tablet complete with hidden profile, password protected of course. After getting things set up I connected to the internet and googled “raunchy Gay Sex” picking a site I began watching hardcore porn, the first one showed a guy surrounded by several other men taking a cock in his ass while the other men jerked, pissed and feed him their cocks. I was excited and intrigued, that was how I wanted sex. I spent a good portion of my free time jerking to different videos over the next week, after school I would rush to my room and lock the door, pull out my tablet and put on dirty movies. About three weeks later mom was reminding me not to plan anything for the following weekend as my Uncle was getting married to his partner. I was hoping that being a gay wedding there might be some hot gay guys who might fulfill my fantasies. The day of the Wedding came, and I adorned a black tee shirt and a blue and white striped dress shirt to wear over it unbuttoned so I would look cool. My family and I arrived early and there were a small amount of people mingling and then I spotted him, a handsome daddy bear about early 40’s apparently helping out with the preparations, was taking pictures for my mom so I tried not to be too conspicuous about cruising the guy, but I stayed within eyesight of the daddy. As more guest arrived it became a little harder to cruise him but easier since I was able to get more picture, which allowed me to get closer to him until we were standing next to each other, we exchanged polite small talk, enough to find out he was indeed helping the wedding coordinator and was a friend of my uncle. I noticed he visited the bathroom frequently and I began developing a plan to get him alone and in a compromising position. I handed my mom the camera and headed to the small bathroom, locked the door and pulled up Facebook on my phone, I clicked on my Uncles partner’s page and scanned through is friends to see if the hot daddy was listed, there he was, my heart was pumping and I was hoping he was interested in younger guys. The ceremony was short and sweet, even though I was on the opposite side of the room I kept the daddy in my sights. There was a short break while photos were taken, papers signed and such then the grooms were ushered in to start the buffet line. Soon the whole party was focused on food and drink, lucky for me my family choose a table where I could see him clearly, I went for seconds, and then back for more, after all I’m a growing youth. The second time I came back for more I noticed he got up from his table , but didn’t grab his plate to refill it so I slipped into the bathroom, and stood behind the partition that separated the sink from the toilet. I wait and hoped he would come in, I heard someone push open the door, I peeked as they were latching it, and it was him, he stepped to the sink and quickly washed his hands, as he dried them I stepped out and pressed myself into him, our lips met and he was soon returning the kiss. He protested a bit saying that there was our friends just on the other side of the door, and that he really had to pee. This was my chance I sat down on the toilet and took his semi hard cock into my mouth, I was living out my kinky fantasy, he asked me if I was sure, I nodded and his stream began to flow into my mouth, it was acrid and sweet at the same time. My cock began to get rock hard as he finished pissing in my mouth, I undid my pants and fished it out stroking it as I started giving him my first real blowjob, I had practiced on vegetables and hot dogs and such but this was the first real cock sliding down my throat, I gagged a little and when I had him all slobbered up I quickly stood up and turned around, directing that throbbing piece of meat at my unlubed and virgin hole. I pushed back and the head breached my opening, fireworks of pain shot through me, he grabbed my hips and held me still. At first I thought he was going to pull out, but then I felt his cock twitch the slid another inch in the back out then in again a little deeper, the pain began to turn to pure pleasure as he did this one more time then slammed his cock into my grasping hole. He began fucking me in earnest and had to put a hand over my mouth to help keep me quiet. He pumped me hard I could feel myself getting wetter then I realized his precum was flowing into me, then he grunted and flooded my gut with his seed. His slow gyrations stated up again and he started a new round of thrust hitting my prostate repeatedly causing me to shoot my load onto the toilet seat cover which then puddled into small lakes of semen. He pulled out with a plop and I bent over and slurped the puddles of cum up, presenting my ass to him which he then feltched eating some of his cum from my hole, I turned around and took his slimy cock into my mouth and cleaned off the mess my ass had left there. I stood and kissed him, taking in the taste of my ass while sharing the cum and juices which were still lingering in my mouth. I slipped him my name, number and e-mail and hid behind the partition again as he slipped out the door. I exited a few moments later, returning to my family with a full gut of cum, stopping at the buffet on the way to grab a slider to hide the scent of the sex on my breath. We exchanged glances back and forth but no one was the wiser of our tryst. I left shortly after the cake cutting with my family, riding in the car I could feel cum slowly oozing into my underwear, I was hoping it wouldn’t make a spot in my jeans. Upon arriving home I rushed ahead of my family upstairs and into my room stopping in the bathroom for a quick evaluation of my rear, my shorts were sticky with cum and ass juices along with spots of blood. As I got to my room, without running into either sibling I locked the door and pulled out a small plug I had purchased a few days before, running it up and down my crack to lube it with cum that had escaped then shoved it into my hole, my sphincter gripped the invader by the indent in the shaft, thus sealing my hole from further leakage, I threw on a clean pair of underwear and a pair of basketball shorts and headed downstairs. After watching television with the family for a couple hours I headed back to my room and pulling my used pair of boxers to my face took in the scent of daddies cum and jerked off, falling asleep shortly after blasting out my load. A few days later I was hanging with a buddy at school, and my best friend came by and greeted us both, and the three of us began walking towards the gym and locker-room, they were both on sports teams so I walked them to practice. As they changed into their uniforms I noticed that there was a new assistant coach wandering through the locker-room. I inquired and they told me he was the new assistant coach just out of college. He smiled at us as he passed by, I smiled back and excused myself from my friends, I followed him back to his small office “Err um coach I was just curious if you might have some time to talk” “Sure, what sport you interested in” As he turned around I grabbed my crotch and winked, the hot coach stammered then walked over and closed and locked the door. Coach began rubbing my crotch as I leaned in and began kissing him, I soon had the hot young coach on his back and was pounding his hole with my 7.5 inch stud pounder, I was soon filling him with my 18yo teen boy cum. After having sex with the hot young coach, his boss looked mighty hot, although he was a little more work to get him into my pants and me his. About a month after the wedding I came down with a flu which kept me out of school for almost a week. As sick as I was I still wanted our weekly meetings with each coach flip fucking with the older one and pounding away at the younger one’s sweet mancunt. Three weeks later we were in the final games leading into the playoffs and several players were getting sick with the flu, the coach had been ill a couple weeks after me and so it went the epidemic started and I decided I should lay low for a bit, especially after going over to the next town where nobody knew me and purchased a home HIV test kit. After using it to test myself I put the numbers together I had been infected at the wedding, I in turn infected both coaches who were fooling around with several of the players, who were also banging their girlfriends and boyfriends. I also infected my best friend when we were buzzed one night I talked him into fucking me then I fucked him in return all before I tested. So now my little home town has had an outbreak of HIV and health officials are baffled since no one is talking about who they fucked or let fuck them

Time to ram it home. After several repeated sessions of coating Ram's chest, abs and even neck with my raw unmedicated poz cum, it was again time push his limits. When he asked to come over the workout, I told him I already had. The next day he asked again and this time I told him I was busy and would have to skip out. After a third rejection, he was getting antsy and asked "Did I do something wrong?" "Why would you think that?" "You haven't worked out with me for a while." "Rambo, it's been three days. Hardly 'a while'. "Yeah, you're right, I'm ...I'm just checking." "No, you're just horny for my dick, aren't you?" "Yeah, well, I can't lie. It's definitely fun." "You like me covering you in poz cum, right?" "It's fucking hot, man. You and your cock are amazing." "Come over tonight." "I can't. Joseph is here." "Make an excuse. I've been dying to lick that pretty ass of yours." "Fuck, okay. I'll be there." The cheating mode was already in him: the need to go even further. Tonight was going to be the night I had my way with him - completely. The hours rolled around, and 1:00 AM arrived faster than I expected - and as it did, Ram appeared at my door, clearly nervous. "How'd you get out?" "I waited till he fell asleep. He's kinda a heavy sleeper," he replied, adding "but I probably can't stay long." "Then what are your pants still doing on?" I asked as I pulled him into my arms, pushing my tongue behind his lips. He let out an almost girlish moan. I grabbed the small of his back and with my free hand explored his pants, only to discover Ram wasn't wearing underwear. His determination to cheat made me instantly hard so I kissed him harder, practically tongue-fucking his throat. He continued to moan while my mouth covered his and he dropped his pants and kicked them away. My finger sought-out his lightly fuzzed crack and rubbed his tight stud hole. "You want daddy to eat this hole boy?" I asked finally coming up for air. "Fuck yeah" he replied, mesmerized by the prospects. "Fuck yes daddy." I repeated "Fuck yes daddy" he said twice more while I growled and rewarded him with another deep kiss and he moaned into my mouth. "Get on the fucking couch boy and show Daddy your stud hole." He practically jumped on the couch on his knees wrapping his arms on the head rest and pushing his ass back. I took a moment to enjoy the view Then I dove in, grabbing each of his tight stud ass cheeks, pulling them apart to reveal that lightly furry hole. I ran my tongue from bottom to top around and repeat. "OHHHHHHFUUUUUCKKK," Ram moaned. I licked then sucked then chewed then licked again in rhythm, over and over, playing Ram like the instrument he was, using his moans and whimpers and words to create a masterpiece of sound that was his slow descend into betrayal - and soon after every inch of my deathly poz cock. I continued to suck chew and lick and slowly pull back on his hips until finally I was carrying him by his hips tongue fucking his tight hole, still so tight from lack of use, (stupid Joseph for not paying more attention to the fuckhole), leaving Ram face to face with my swinging dick while he did a handstand on the couch. Then I felt it: his warm mouth wrapped itself around the head of my dripping poz cock. He moaned as he sucked on the dirty precum, even knowing full well the danger, knowing full well that he was betraying the boy he loved. Not, of course, knowing my viral load was much higher than it would generally be after a two week lapse in meds. We 69'd for a few more minutes until I let him down and escorted him to the bed room. He jumped on all fours on the bed as I fed him my dripping cock, watching him choke until I pressed a small bottle of poppers under his nose and ordered him to sniff. I could feet the high run through his body as the warm of this mouth increased and he slobbered ever so much more. I let my hands run over his back, and slid a single finger into his wet hole. Slowly but steadily his hole opened, up, so I pressed him to take a few more hits of poppers, and sure enough his hole was then able to accommodate not one, but three fingers fucking his hole Pulling him up from his knees I embraced him and kissed him roughly. Then I rolled him on his back while biting his chest abs shoulders nipples all the while spitting on my rock hard nine incher, rubbing it on Ram's hole, murmuring "I want you so bad, Rambo." "I want you too." "I want to fuck you so good." "Fuck...." "I want to make you moan." "Yeah...." "I want to feel you cum with my dick all inside you." "Fuck, Daddy." "Fuck yeah. Daddy wants to fuck his boy." "Fuck, Daddy." "You want Daddy to fuck you, boy?" "Fuck, yeah, " he replied, his eyes locked on mine, even as he knew his next decision would be a milestone. I kissed him hard and deep, and urged him "Let Daddy fuck his boy good." "Fuck yes, Daddy." "Say it." "Fuck me, Daddy." "Say it, boy!" "FUCK ME DADDY!" I rubbed my hard precum covered cock over his hole and started to apply pressure. Ram went rigid and I bit him and licked his neck and body rubbing his back while my slimy death stick pressed in on him. He squirmed and growled and exclaimed in pain, but I continued applying pressure, and finally my cock head popped into his hole. His entire body arched and spasmed, but I held tight, sliding in inch by inch, diving ever deeper into his body. Ram looked up, his eyes and mouth wide open, staring at me, staring at the ceiling, willing me to tear into him. He tried to yell, but could only manage a high pitched grunt, and then his head would fly back and then he began shaking from side to side. Thrashing slightly until finally my balls rested on the curve of his ass, my full poz filled cock buried in him. He looked at me, pulled me close and kissed me and I returned the kiss with equal ardor. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out boy." "Yes, Daddy." "I'm gonna give you the fuck of your life," I stated as I flexed my cock inside his body, enjoying the sight of his his eyes widen and head shake Again he grunted "Fuck me, Daddy!" "This is poz dick inside you, Rambo." "Fuck!!!!" He ran his fingers over my back, striving to pull me in even deeper. I leaned close to his face and reminded him "I'm full of poz cum Rambo" "Fuck I know, I know I know." "You like me to fill you with my poz load?" "Fuck yes...fuck yes, Dadddddddyyy." "Daddy wants to fill your ass full of poz cum tonight," I again reminded him as I pushed forward and began slowly and softly pumping his hole. "Fuck Daddy." He was staring back at me looking at me and holding me. "You gonna let Daddy fill your hole up?" "Fuck me, yes, Daddy." "You gonna let Daddy fuck you full of poz cum?" At this point I began the rhythm that would lead to my orgasm. "Yes, Daddy fuck yes fuck yes fuck yessssuhhhhh." "You love poz Daddy fucking you, don't you?" "Yessssssssssssssssssss." "Say it." "I love poz Daddy fucking me." "I...Love....It...Fuck...Me...Uh....Fu...ck...Me...Fu...uh..ck...Meh.....Fu...ck. Meeeeeeeee...." I began to pile-drive his ass. It opened up quite nicely, which enabled me to fuck ever deeper, ever harder, especially as his juices (and my pre-cum) rendered his hole wetter and sloppier opening and opening to accept the full length and girth of my cock. "Joseph never fucks you this way, right?" He looked at me, suddenly remembering the man he had until now blocked. So I repeated myself, determined to drive home the message: "Joseph never fucks you like Daddy, does he?" "No." "So, you like Daddy's dick more than Joseph's dick, don't you?" "Yes, Daddy." "Say it, boy." "I love Daddy's dick more! I love your daddy dick more. Dadddddyyyyyfuck I love your dick more." "You're a cheating little cum whore, Rambo." "Yes I am "Your hole is for poz cum," I declared as I reached-over, grabbed his cell phone and positioned it right over him so I could record my raw dick sliding in and out of his hole, revealing the red and white a pink of his freshly fucked up hole as well as his writhing body and expressive face as he moaned in delight as I fucked him. Having him fully in my control, I demanded he "Say it for the camera, Rambo." "I'm a cheating whore. I love poz cock." "Joseph never fucks you like this." "Noone ever fucks me like this." "You love it, don't you, cumslut." "Yes, I fuckin' love it, Daddy!" "I'm gonna cum Rambo. I'm gonna cum in your hole." "Please, cum in me, Daddy!" I placed the camera right in front of both of us to see both our faces leaning in kissing as i shot cum string after cum string into him. He moaned and groaned as the fucking continued. I stayed rock hard holding his hands so he couldn't jack off fucking his cum filled hole. I flipped him to his back, I fucked him against the wall, I fucked him with him laying on top of me. Finally I fucked him again, this time his legs in the air. His eyes were so far in the back of his head he was nearly foaming at the mouth. For good measure I spat on him a few times, even as I withdrew my dirty cock, wiping myself on his lips and face. When we finally stopped I had blown three loads in his hole and I could fit four fingers in with virtually no resistance. He slept for a good five hours. When he woke up we briefly made out, and then he hobbled back to his car. His phone had died from the recording but we both knew Joseph would be losing his mind. He left while still trying to come up with a viable excuse to give to Joseph, but I was already working on the second phase of my effort: Joseph. God knows hes gonna need some TLC.

He grabbed me almost violently, yanking on my jock waistband as if it was a leash attached to a pet collar. He pushed and shoved my body forcefully, rearranging my position on the barber's chair, so suddenly, that I hadn't realized I had been standing for a second before I was pushed HARD back on the chair. He manhandled me, arranging my elbows so they were now resting on the seat, my upper body parallel to the cushion, my chest pressed on the leather, my head facing forward. I saw it before I felt it. It was in the mirror a foot or so way from me but it may as well have been a telescopic vision as it looked obscenely large, as if that was even possible. The head seemed fatter and engorged. Had it gotten bigger since it had been in my mouth moments ago? Or how long ago was THAT? The warm still air in the shop, mixed with the scents of our sweaty bodies with the antiseptic and grooming product aromas lingering around us, seemed to be playing tricks on my perception. We both were sweating profusely, beads of perspiration trickling from me, adding another layer of sheen to the worn leather of the chair. I looked at him in the mirror and from my viewing angle, the reflection of his head was cut in the diagonal crack in the glass. His left eye appeared normal, the other eye on the face was off centered with the iris and pupil appearing to be consumed in black. The thick uncut cockhead entered without any restriction. I am not even sure I felt it as my hunger had been building for quite a long time now that I wondered if this was really happening or some deranged wishful thinking. His thick dick slid into my hole, sans spit or other lubrication other than my own natural manhole juice I was creating from my hunger. I turned my gaze from the mirror and tried to balance myself in the forced position on the chair. I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at his strange reflection anymore. I wanted to savor the sensation of his thick dick throbbing at my hole, in the blackness of my mind, unobstructed by my visual distractions. My heartbeat seemed to be getting louder as I took a deep breath. "You been askin' for THIS, huh Boy?" The dick head remained where it was at the entrance of my very hungry manhole. "How it feelin'?" "Fuck!" I exclaimed, my eyes still shut. "It feels great! It feels so thick, nice and fat!" I squirmed a little wanting to get more of that shaft inside me. "PUT IT IN!" I yelled, daring him. He grabbed the waistband of my jock, pulling again on them tightly with such FORCE that my back and upper body suddenly jerked. "DON'T BE FUCKIN' TELLIN' ME WHAT TO DO!!!" He yelled angrily. "I told you earlier : you ain't makin' the rules here. YA HEAR?!?" Outside a car on the avenue seemed to swerve as I heard the sounds of tires running hard and violently against the road surface. The summer evening humidity creeped in from the street, under the locked shop door, crawling on the linoleum floor and up the barber"s chair. He yanked hard on my jock again and then with his right hand shoved my upper body forward that my weight crashed on itself, my elbows unfolding, my chest hitting the warm seat of the chair. My left arm slammed against the hard metal side of the chair. A sharp intense pain came over me. I felt his thick cockhead trace against my asslips again and any discomfort I had just experienced seemed to quickly evaporate. He carefully moved his dickhead against my opening, just slowly, up and down, up and down but with a little pressure so it felt as if the bulbous head would enter at any moment. All he had to do was push. But he didn't. Instead he repeated this tease over and over, toying with me. I squirmed as it all felt magnificent. Suddenly, he shoved his thick shaft into me HARD and swift. And as open, as hungry as my hole was, it still took me by surprise, the roughness of the entry mixed with his sudden forcefulness and change of tone. But I didn't care. A feeling of exasperation and fulfillment came over me as if the inner heat from the large booty bump from earlier was finally subsisting, like smoldering sparks of a raging fire finally settling down. But the heat was still there. He stayed in his current position, barely moving. I finally opened my eyes and turned my head to gaze at our reflection. His head was cocked back, his arms extended, holding on to my waistband of my jock. His eyes were closed now and I could see he was muttering under his breath so low, that I barely heared him. I was only aware of it as I saw the slow movement of his thick lips in his reflection. "Muthafukka...muthafukka...," he whispered to himself. There was a slight sensation of rocking as I sensed his thick dick head sliding inside me but barely an inch was entering me, in and out, in and out. My hole was just so sensitive that everything felt MAGNIFIED. I was rolling my head uncontrollably on the chair, the cheek on my face rubbing against the leather. The dampness of my sweat made the leather feel slick. His subtle fucking continued at this slow pace. I was satisfied that he was finally inside me. I looked at the mirror again and was surprised to see most of his thick shaft OUTSIDE of me. The cock head was sliding in and out of my hole, stretching my asslips as he would pull out, the soft flesh swollen and clinging to this thick shaft, sliding in and out. He was b a r e l y in me. And yet I was feeling completely turned on by his limited entry. The thickness of the cock head, his deliberately slower pace, and the constant pushing and pulling at my asslips was providing a new sensation. It was like the stretch when someone was fisting me but less so and yet more intense at the same time. He kept going, slowly, methodically, in some studied rhythm. I kept watching our reflection, impressed at his skill and how he was making my hole feel with just the limited entry. I could sometimes see the edge of his foreskin wrapped tight and pulled back at the rim of his forehead as he pulled out carefully. And then it would disappear as he would plunge back into my willing and hungry hole. Whatever fire that had been subsiding earlier seemed to slowly creep back in as the effect of the booty bump would rise and fall, like a tide washing in. The engorged dark shaft appeared larger again. The heat in the shop and inside me from all the drugs were all playing with my perception. The fact that his cock was only partially inside with just the head carefully going in and out made his shaft appear longer in the mirror. It was like a camera trick and yet what I was experiencing between my legs only seemed to substantiate it. His skill made my hole so content and filled, even if it was only a few inches of his bulbous cockhead entering me. I didn't want it to end, it felt so good. I could have stayed in this position forever. The shaft pushed and pulled slowly, quickly, slowly again and then VIOLENTLY. Every now and then he would shove HARD all the way inside me. My body would jerk forward by the sudden assault, the shock and surprise of the feeling of his mass and volume completing me. And before I could really savor it, before I could relax my inner muscles of my hole to let him gain more entry, before I could mentally visualize it all inside me-he would pull out quickly. "How's that special pussy feelin' now?" He suddenly spoke, the deep voice penetrating the silence and warm, still air in the room. He pushed in carefully and pulled out in the same fashion. I moaned. It was all I could utter in response. He lunged in HARD again, shoving my upper body forward on the chair. I caught my breath, but barely had time to feel his thickness and mass inside me again before he suddenly pulled all the way out. He retreated so quickly and violently that if felt more criminal that he would leave me so empty, so void. The unexpected emptiness was almost painful as my manhole pulsed from the shock, my heart beat coming back in a loud drum, louder and louder as if it was a soundtrack to the sudden turn of events. I looked in the mirror. My face couldn't conceal my silent disappointment, my hunger. He pulled away from the chair and grabbed the poppers bottle that he had set aside earlier on the counter. "Get up Boy!" He commanded. I took a deep breath and slowly applied pressure on my arms to push me upwards from the chair. I took another careful, deep breath. My heart was beating faster and faster. I swear the sound was thundering in the room. His left arm suddenly grabbed me by my jock waistband as he helped me off the chair. I stood in front of him, trying to regain my balance from the change of position and dizziness. "Get that broom and dustpan," he motioned to one corner of the shop. What?" I was puzzled, confused and still dizzy. "You heard me Boy." I walked to the corner, leaned down to the floor and grabbed the dustpan with my left hand and stood straight and grabbed the broom with my other arm. I looked at him, still bewildered. "Now get over here and get on your knees and sweep all that mess of your hairs around us." "You can't be serious," I instinctively replied, almost sarcastically. He suddenly stepped forward and slapped me HARD with his free hand. It happened so fast and unexpectedly that I dropped the dustpan, the metal banged on the floor and seemed to echo for a moment until it was enveloped by the air in the room that seemed to be getting hotter and hotter. In between us, on the ceiling, the fluorescent light snapped away again, almost on cue to that moment, the lighting in the room getting dimmer in an instant. "I ain't gonna tell you twice," he said slowly, sternly. I looked at him, almost angry, my heartbeat getting louder and louder. He wasn't smiling or moving. I looked at his thick uncut shaft, still erect and glistening from my hole's juices. I saw the firmness in his stare so I bent down again, this time with my whole body, kneeling on the linoleum floor, collecting the dustpan with my left hand and holding the broom with my other. "You know what to do," he instructed. This wasn't easy. For one, I was very high. Whatever fire I had inside me seemed to have been quickly reignited with the unexpected slap on my face. It still stung on my cheek, his sudden explosion on me. But it burned even more in the emptiness between my legs. I bent forward with my upper body so it was angled lower to the floor with my legs spread wide for balance as my arms tried to sweep the tiny black needles of my clipped hair that was scattered all around us. I couldn't use my arms to support my balance so I spread my legs further, using the weight of my lower body for support, my ass in the air. I heard him step behind me. I was too low now. I didn't have the advantage of the mirrors around us to observe the situation at this level. He paced around me as I could only see his bare legs and his big feet still wearing the beat-up sneakers. I saw the base of the barber's chair behind me and the other chairs around us. Somehow the light from the ceiling didn't seem to penetrate down this deep so the room from this perspective seemed darker, dirtier. He continued to step around me slowly until he was behind me. And then he bent down and I felt part of his large mass and weight of his upper body on my back. "I want those floors spotless," he leaned into my side, whispering in my right ear. Suddenly his hands were around my head, one hand holding the poppers under my nostrils. "You know what to do," he repeated. I breathed deep, deeper than I thought possible. And as alarmed as I was from his unexpected assault earlier, I still wanted to please him. He positioned the bottle under the left nostril, then the right. My breaths were long and focused. And then he placed the bottle one last time on the left side again. I took an even larger breath and inhaled as long as I could as my heart seemed to want to come out of my chest. I felt as if I was spinning even more as my head, now lower to the floor, seemed to accentuate the chemical fumes entering me. His weight on my back released itself from me as he positioned himself behind me. I heard him take his own deep, long breaths from the bottle and then a sound that made me realize he was inhaling the sharp, nasty air into his mouth. I heard him quickly seal the cap and set the bottle aside on the floor. "Sweep, Boy!" He yelled, his voice suddenly muffled as his mouth enveloped my hole, his hands at my ass cheeks, pulling them apart obscenely wide as he exhaled the poppers into my burning hole. It was like throwing a lit match into a pool of gasoline. My hole erupted in a new layer of heat, hunger and anticipation. I tried to do as he commanded but it was impossible. The haze of my earlier poppers intake, my body angle made me even more dizzy and unbalanced, and this new sensation on my manhole was too much to bear. I was trying to please him but regardless of how I tried I could barely get any of the mess of tiny hairs on the floor in the dustpan. One moment I would manage to push the broom to collect and push the tiny shreds of hair. The next moment, my daze and condition would take over me and I would spill the contents back on the floor making more of a mess. "Muthafukka...," he muttered, in between breaths, his tongue diving deep into my my now even, hungrier hole. Beads of sweat rained down from my head to the floor. How was it that it was hotter down at this level? Wasn't heat supposed to rise? Or maybe it was : from my head to my ass that was higher in my kneeling position. I was sweating so much that miniature pools were being created on the floor surface, my tiny black hairs floating and gliding around in the perspiration. The hairs appeared to multiply and take over the tiny lakes of sweat on the floor, almost like the blackness consuming his eyes from earlier. He devoured my manhole. He was like a madman speaking an unintelligible language in between my ass. The poppers we had shared was hitting me hard. My upper body-angled lower on the floor-only accentuated the intense dizziness and floating experience I was going through. And of course there was the massive booty bump from earlier and his uncut cockhead teasing that seemed to have gone on for an eternity that added to whatever I was now feeling. It was as if everything he did was some prolonged extra-sensory experience, some expected and heightened more than I was used to, and some completely unexpected, unscripted. I only wanted more. His fat tongue glided slowly up inside my hole. I could feel the thick tip of it enter me, licking on my upper manhole wall. There was a rough coarseness to his tongue that I could sense that contrasted to the soft, moist textures of the inside of my manhole. All my sensations seemed so heightened that I wasn't surprised I could fathom this. And then the tongue would exit, yet continue to lick away, the roughness sliding along the freshly shaved smooth skin around my pulsing manhole. There was the addition of his beard which was surprisingly stiff and bristling. It felt like a rake against my hole. Every movement of his mouth around my hole would illicit a mix of sharp intense prickling pain like hundreds of tiny needles stabbing my sensitive shaved skin. His saliva was mixing with the layer of sweat in between my hole and balls causing so much moistness I could feel it run down my inner thighs, thin rivers of sex sliding down my legs, connecting with the pools of our perspiration on the floor, my tiny black shreds of hairs sailing on the surface. And then he would pull his tongue into his mouth for a moment, wetting it with more with his saliva. His entire mouth would consume my hole and he would suck on it slowly. He sucked with a gentle force to create a vacuum. And then he would release it quickly so that a puckering sound, moist and wet, would come from between my legs. And then he would kiss my hole again with that big mouth and suck some more, creating the vacuum again and release it as suddenly as it had started. He repeated this over and over, the smack and wet noises getting louder, nastier, almost like a sordid rhythm. My manpussy was singing. It was driving me crazy with the dizziness in my head from everything. And just as I was really getting into the intense sensations, his tongue and mouth would suddenly retreat. It was like he knew I was riding on the feeling, almost at its peak, and just before I would hit that high note he would suddenly stop. It felt deliberate. It felt calculated. It felt fucking great. His hands would pull my ass further apart like he was tying to rip me in half. My hole felt wider, bigger. His fat tongue would invade me again. Harder, tougher, pushing with force to gain more entry. The fat, rough tongue would suddenly lap at my burning manhole, furiously flicking at such a pace that every lick felt like a moist stabbing at my hole. I was shaking uncontrollably from the over-stimulation. He was groaning as he ate my manhole, muttering under his breath. "Muthaaa..." The fat tongue would lap rapidly on my hole. "...fukkaaaa...." The tongue would dive deeper, harder. It was too much. I was on hyper-stimulation overload. I dropped the dustpan, the loud clanging of the metal hitting the floor rang in the shop. Little black hairs littered the floor. "WHAT THE..." His mouth pulled away from my hole, his hands pushing away from me. I turned my head slightly to see him suddenly kneel straight up, pulling away from my backside. "DIDN'T I SAY TO CLEAN THIS MESS?!?" His voice boomed in the space. SLAP!!! The sudden sting of his hand hitting my ass took me by surprise. He hit me with such force that my body jerked forward slightly from the assault. SLAP!!! Another swing on my other cheek. My heartbeat was back in the forefront, the rhythm beating faster, louder. The residue of the slaps on my ass burned. I sensed the heat building again as my manhole was left vacant of any activity. It seemed to protest the lack of tongue, dick, and fingers by burning more intensely. "Look at this fuckin' mess!" He complained, getting up now and circling around me. I adjusted my upper body, lifting it from its current lowered position. Suddenly I felt his right foot on my head, the dirty beat-up sneaker pushing on me. "Did I say you could stand up, Boy?" His foot applied more pressure, pushing my head lower and lower to the floor. I could not speak. The burning between my legs was getting more intense that I couldn't comprehend a reply. I nodded my head slightly in response as he continued to apply pressure with his foot, my head so low now that my left cheek was brushing against a pool of perspiration on the floor that was covered with my shredded black hairs. "You disappoint me Boy!" He removed his foot from my head and I heard him walk around me, kicking the broom away from us as it banged against one of the barber chairs and resettled against the corner floor. I lifted my head slightly, careful to not offend him. I so wanted to please him so he could continue with my burning, needy manhole. He lunged forward unexpectedly, his left foot now on my head, pressure applying itself until my face was again at the floor. I groaned. I was hating it and loving it at the same time. My manhole pulsed from the excitement. He grabbed the dustpan away from me and suddenly released his foot from my head. I exhaled a deep breath and turned my gaze silently watching him approach the counter, the dustpan in one hand, his thick uncut monster cock swaying as he moved. I tried not to look. I didn't want him hitting me again although the sudden assaults did excite me. I could feel my hole pulsing, needy for his attention. I heard water running from the shampoo sink station and wondered what he was doing. The water shut off and from my angle I could see he was approaching the counter. He was fumbling through my parrTy kit. He approached me again, the dirty best-up sneakers were now near my head. "You stay right there, Boy," he instructed. His right foot lifted and settled on my head again, more pressure this time that the side of my face was pushed to the linoleum surface, my cheek flattening parallel to the floor. He stood over me, his feet facing my shoulders, leaning forward as he bent down, getting on top of me so that his heavy cock and balls were resting on the back of my neck. I could smell the mustiness between his legs and my hole pulsed some more. He squatted over me as the mass and weight of his body pushed me further onto the floor. I felt one of his hands grab at my ass, roughly pulling my cheek aside. "What a fuckin' beautiful shaved pussy you got there," he said, proud of his work. I felt a new pressure on my manhole. It was thick and heavy and it was going inside me slowly, methodically. I was still dizzy and all his weight on me wasn't helping to comprehend the situation. I knew it wasn't his dick since his body was turned around in its current position. Like -WTF!?! And then I felt the BURN. O H F U C K. He was giving me YET another booty bump. Was he intentionally planning to get me so spun that I would be out of control? Clearly I had already went past that point much earlier. My head was crunched on the floor. My face was itching from the tiny needles of my trimmed hair that was now sticking to my cheek, my chin. I wanted so much to scratch my face yet I couldn't move as the BURNING between my legs only intensified. I stared across the room trying to gather some focus, some sense of normalcy to the situation that was far from normal. And all I could see across from me were shadows setting itself against the corner and slowly approaching, covering the shop further in the dimmed lighting. The mass and volume at my hole pressed in further, pushing the burn of the booty bump deeper. It was thick and felt wet and cold. As it got in deeper, the girth decreased so that any earlier tension dissipated. But yet the burning MAGNIFIED. I closed my eyes, the weight of his lower body seemed heavier on my head. I could feel his thick hard-on throbbing even more on the back of my neck. I now realized he had coated the tip of the rubber handle of the dustpan with Tina that he was pushing slowly into my hungry, burning hole. "FUCKIN' BEAUTIFUL!!!" He shouted unexpectedly. He pushed the handle of the dustpan carefully into my hole. And then he would pull it out at the same pace. He repeated this over and over, taking his time, playing with the rhythm, the speed, the pressure. I was groaning louder uncontrollably, the intensity of what was happening mixed with the continuing graduation of the Tina burning further inside my tunnel. As he pulled out the widest part of the handle would dilate on my hole, the sense of the stretching so dramatic it was causing me to hallucinate, my mind running away from me, visualizing some other scene of a crater expanding in slow motion, a surreal pictorial metaphor inside my head. Waves of heat and fire exploded inside me. Suddenly everything took on a hyper level. The darkness seemed to dance around the room, shadows jumping from one corner to the next, one minute near my face that was still smashed on the floor, the next on the wall, the ceiling. The flickering of the fluorescent lighting above us now seemed to be occurring faster and faster, further adding to my questionable state of mind. My senses were ultra-heightened. I could hear traffic screeching outside the barber shop and the thunderous pace of pedestrians pacing on the sidewalk with my ear to the ground. My heartbeat seemed deafening. The aroma of the shop also took on another level that my nostrils burned from the chemical fog I seemed to be inhaling. And in between my legs I could only feel s a t I s f a c t I o n. He pushed and pulled the dustpan handle so hard and rapid on my manhole that I could barely catch my breath. The quick contraction and dilation of my hole was almost too much to comprehend. One moment I was in ecstasy. I wanted to savor it, to allow the glow of the sensation to pause inside my head. But he would not even allow that. Instead he would pull the handle out violently and abruptly, so fast that it was wrenching. It was another kind of burn and I would jerk from the assault in a mix of pain and unexpected pleasure. I bit my lip so hard I ripped the soft skin, tasting a little of my blood. He pushed in hard again, the massive girth of the handle expanding my hole. It felt like one of my thicker toys. He shook the dustpan so that the handle jerked left and right, up and down, violently inside me. The massive amount of Tina inside my hole only heightened the feeling. It should have hurt but the fire inside was tinting all my sensations that I only wished the handle were thicker and longer! I groaned louder, my face rubbing against the floor, more tiny hairs collecting on my cheek. He pushed harder and I felt the wide tip of the handle sink inside me, a momentarily glorious pain as the widest part pushed against my manhole. And then it was was just a feeling of being filled as the entire handle was in my hole. He started banging on the flat surface of the dustpan gently at first, then adding gradual pressure as if he was drumming on it, the vibrations echoing inside my tunnel. The tip of the handle was near my prostate so every time he would bang on the dustpan it would send a tiny shockwave inside me. He would bang hard then gradually less pressure and then build it back up again. The decrease it. Then increase it. The vibrations were maddening and random. I could feel precum leaking out of me as if he was milking me. Precum fell to the floor and mixed with the lakes of perspiration on the linoleum surface. And then suddenly he jumped off my body, pulling the handle out of my hole. He yanked it out so fast that it hurt. But it was a magnificent pain like a large wide cock violently pulling out of a furious fuck. I yelled uncontrollably wanting it back inside me. "GET UP!" He shouted. I was shaking, but not from his command, but from everything else: the drugs inside me, the emptiness between my legs and the heat in the shop that seemed to only increase, like my hunger. I took a deep breath as my heartbeat suddenly became evident again, drumming louder and louder like some dub step rhythm rising from under the floorboards. I inhaled deep and exhaled deeper and mentally tried to calm myself. "GET UP I SAID!" S L A P !!! FUCKING HELL! That last strike really hit me this time. The weight and force and suddenness felt like a hot pan scorching on my ass cheek. It stung so bad it momentarily distracted my mind from the hunger and emptiness in between my legs. I took another deep breath and slowly, carefully stood up, turning slightly to him and seeing my crazed reflection in the cracked mirror. I looked deranged. Tiny black hairs were randomly stuck on my face, my chin and somehow my upper body. I looked very, very high. I looked at him standing at arm's length away from me. He looked equally high if not higher. His thick uncut cock was still standing at attention. Suddenly he threw the dustpan across the room where it hit one of the other chairs, banging against the metal surface of the thick base, the clanging echoing in the room for a moment until it fell loudly on the floor, swallowed by the shadows. It caught me by surprise, distracting me. And then I looked at his cock and back at my reflection in the mirror. Nice haircut. I smiled at him and looked deep into his eyes. The blackness that had consumed his iris earlier had faded and I could make out the color of his eyes. He almost smiled at me. "Get back on the chair." He wasn't yelling at me now. He turned the chair so it was in profile again in the mirror and pulled on the side crank as the chair lowered itself by a few inches. I climbed on, setting my ass on the seat. "No-not like that," he grabbed my right arm and pulled me off the seat, manhandling me again with force, turning my body around, guiding me, so that I was facing the back of the chair, my knees bent and kneeling at the seat, my legs spread wide so that they hit the edge of the chair arms, my ass hanging over the seat. "Beautiful," he said, proudly. I turned my head slightly and gazed in the mirror. My ass cheeks looked slightly bruised from the earlier slapping. My hole looked red and puffy. Was that blood on my asslips? Or was it some imagined paranoia setting in? I couldn't tell as everything seemed over-saturated as if this was a Photoshop image with the color levels artificially adjusted. My heart beat louder and louder. He stepped onto the chair, standing on the platform base that was elevated off the floor surface. He faced me, his hard uncut cock pointing at my hungry hole. I took a deep breath. Finally he was going to really fuck me! Out of nowhere we both heard jingling with the lock of the shop door from the outside. We stared at each other silently for a moment, my head cranked awkwardly, as the door pushed in, opening unexpectedly, the blinds on the inside of the glass door rattling. A man stepped inside. He was concealed in the darkness of the shadows at the entrance of the shop, his face indistinguishable. But I could make out his silhouette. He was tall with wide shoulders and a shaved head. He looked very fit. He stepped in quickly, the door slamming shut behind him as his features became more visible in the dim lighting. "HARRISON?!?" The barber and I shouted TOGETHER. We looked at each other for an instant of shock and then at the man, stunned that we BOTH knew him. "DAD?!?" He looked as equally surprised as we did. And then he gulped and said my name, almost in a whisper, suddenly recognizing me, squatting on the chair, my hole pulsing uncontrollably as his father's bulbous uncut cockhead entered my burning hole.

I looked at him directly, staring into his eyes with a new hunger. He just smiled back at me, almost silently mocking my vulnerability, my need, my anticipation. I scooted down in the chair further, the leather cracking under me, as I pushed my ass over the edge of the seat further, pulling on both my legs further back, my hands supporting them tightly under the thighs. He stepped forward, grabbing his now very hard cock with his right hand, as he stroked it, pulling on the foreskin so that the thick, bulbous head would appear and disappear, almost winking at me, teasing me. "You wantin' some of this Boy?" I looked at his eyes and then at the head of his dick. I nodded. I think I heard myself groan. "What was that?" He took a half step back. "Y-y-yes," I stuttered, nervously, pulling my legs further back and apart. "Yes...Fuck it." "WATCHA say, Boy?" "Fuck it...please," I begged. He smiled and stepped forward slightly, pleased with himself for commanding the situation. He grabbed the chair suddenly and applied pressure on one side so it swiveled clockwise so quickly that I almost lost my balance in my current position. He looked in the cracked mirror over the counter and adjusted the chair back a little bit in the other direction so that we were both in profile in the reflection. He stepped forward again and yanked on the side lever, cranking it up and down a few times until the chair lowered itself a few inches. He stepped forward aiming the thick cock at my manhole and examined the reflection. "Oh yeah," I whimpered. "Please. Put it in!" I looked at the reflection also, pulling my legs further back and apart. He inched closer so that I felt the thick head brush against the outside of my asslips. I closed my eyes and moaned uncontrollably. "You likin' that, huh?" He shifted the cock head a bit, still on the outside of my manhole, brushing against it, up and down, up and down. He pushed the head in just s l i g h t l y as I felt the massive head spread my asslips with a little pressure. I felt a new moistness, his precum lubricating my hungry hole so that it started to feel slick and wet. I moaned even more. "I guess you likin' it then," he replied for me. "But you ain't ready yet." He pulled back suddenly and my hole closed up slowly from the emptiness. I moaned in regret. "Need to get that special pussy of yours really wantin' THIS!" He shook his thick, uncut shaft, taunting me as we both stared in the mirror. I looked puzzled in my reflection. He turned abruptly and grabbed my parTy bag and fished around inside. "This what I THINK it is?" he asked, waving my contact lens case. "Yeah," I replied, grabbing my legs tighter. "It's Tina but grounded into a fine powder." "Perfect," he smiled at me, unscrewing one of the caps. "Just what I was lookin' for." He licked his right index finger (which was massive in itself) and dipped into the container. The tip of his finger was coated heavily with the white magical dust. The Tina covered his finger like a miniature trimmed white glove in contrast to his dark skin. There was so much dust that I couldn't recall if I had ever had such a large booty bump. This was going to B U R N. "I want to make that special pussy sing," he said, examining his finger and then glancing at my hole. The annoying fluorescent light behind us suddenly snapped again, almost punctuating his declaration. I pulled on my legs tighter. He approached slowly, the finger pointing to the ceiling, almost as if he was holding a gun, ready to shoot. "You ready, Boy?" He looked at me perversely. I replied by pulling my legs further apart. "This gonna sting..." He approached as his hand descended to my hole, almost in slow motion. I glanced at the mirror as the Tina-dusted finger found my hole and dug in quickly. "Uhhhhh..." I moaned in satisfaction and in slight pain. He fed me with so much crystal that it seemed to be lining my colon from my hole and further deep inside. It was like a hot lava rolling inside me rapidly, causing tingling and familiar sensations but heightened to a new level. Everything that the Tina dust touched immediately burned. I was on fire and I didn't want it to be extinguished. "Let's let it cook in there," he said into my reflection, winking at me. His finger never left my hole. Instead he rotated it, clockwise at first, applying a firm pressure against my asswall. It burned with every movement. I bit my lip. And then he would turn that thick digit counter-clockwise, making sure to evenly coat my hungry tunnel with whatever Tina dust was still on that finger. I moaned. He continued, slowly fucking that finger in and out, in and out, but never removing it completely so that my hunger continued to build. I felt a sudden mass and couldn't figure out what he was doing as I looked in the mirror again. "You likin' that huh?" He seemed to announce, again pleased with himself. He pulled the finger out almost all the way from my hole that I saw he had curled the finger inside me for extra mass and volume. And then he pushed back in. I closed my eyes. His finger did a dance inside that seemed like forever. He pushed, pulled and turned and did other countless moves, continuing to tease my hole. I was now moaning uncontrollably as the fire inside ignited to a new level, burning hotter and hotter than I have ever felt before. My heart was beating faster that I thought I could hear it. The heat was intense as was my hunger. "Please," I whimpered. "Put it in!" "You ain't ready until I say so," he stated. He leaned close to me and turned his body slightly. "I wanna hear that special pussy sing." He leaned in and kissed me hard, his large lips enveloping mine so suddenly that I almost lost my breath. I inhaled through my nose. Breathing seemed strangely difficult as my heart beat became more rapid and louder. It was the massive booty bump having its effect. I had never been this high so intensely and so quickly. It was alarming. It was exciting. I inhaled through my nose again and let his fat tongue invade my mouth and kissed him back, licking his lips, his teeth, his mouth. We both groaned. I felt a new pressure on my hole. He continued to kiss me, my eyes still closed, enjoying the heightened sensation and the near panic that seemed to be creeping behind me. My heart beat faster and faster. He had two of his fingers inside my hole which was still on fire. The additional pressure eased up as my very hungry hole swallowed his digits. They twirled inside me in every which way, loosening me up, getting me open, hungry. "PUT IT IN!" I yelled, surprised at myself. He stepped back and looked at me sternly. "You like being in control huh, boy? Well let me tell you somethin'. This ain't no booty call. This ain't your spot." He paused and looked around the room. "Remember-you came into MY shop. I make the rules. You got me Boy?" His fingers did a dance inside my hole. He knew he had me. I nodded silently, obediently. The darkness of the early evening crept into the shop as what little natural light left outside faded quickly. The room took on another shade of green, as if the saturation level had been diminished, clouding the room in a subtle vignette of thin shadows at the edges. He suddenly pulled his fingers out. I looked at him in the mirror, dazed, puzzled, selfish in my need to be filled. The emptiness in my hole with its inner fire was maddening. All I could think of was some part of him inside me. NOW. "Put your legs down," he commanded. "You rest for a minute. I don't want you worn out." He turned around towards the counter, reaching for the glass pipe. "We barely started, Boy." He fed the pipe with more Tina and lit it up, slowly cooking it until it was ready. I exhaled a deep breath as my legs came down on the side of the chair. "Relax Boy," he commanded again. "You were getting tense there before. Definitely don't want that." I eased into the chair and slowly pulled myself up to sit a little bit straighter. My heart continued to race, pounding and pounding. I watched him take a big, deep hit from the pipe several times. Then he fished into my overnight bag again, juggling the contents around until he found something. He held a small brown bottle and smiled, handing it to me. He took another big hit from the glass pipe, held it and then set it aside on the counter. He approached me, leaning into me, taking my hand holding the poppers which he steered towards my mouth. He unscrewed the top and aimed the bottle at my lips and silently nodded, commanding me. I took a big, deep breath of a hit as he quickly sealed the bottle. Suddenly his mouth was over mine, exhaling the magic smoke into my lungs, chasing the popper hit. HOLY SHIT! That was a new shotgun experience! The poppers hit my head and made my heart beat faster and faster. I had to shake my head a little from the effect. His face was still on top of me as his eyes stared intensely into mine. Our lips were locked as was our gaze. His pupils appeared to be gradually getting larger, darker, as if they were consuming his irises. Then they would recede slowly, almost back to their original sizes. But before they would hit the origin point they would suddenly enlarge again at a slightly increased speed. Then suddenly, shrink again in some strange rhythm that I couldn't tell if he was somehow silently communicating to me in some new form. I shook my head quickly, shaking it, confused, bewildered, f l y i n g, as the Tina smoke now started to hit me with the haze of poppers. I exhaled back a huge breath and he swallowed my air as his pupils receded to their original size. He pushed away from me, his head and body, retracting rapidly, his large frame silhouetted against the fluorescent green light that appeared behind him on the ceiling, the darkness of his skin taking on a sharp yet faint edge cast by the overhead haze. He exhaled and two fingers found their way into my hole. His head turned slowly at an angle, his right chin lowering itself asymmetrically as he studied my face. I think my mouth was slightly a gape. I wasn't sure. His face was a further distance from mine now. It seemed far away. I couldn't see his pupils anymore or judge their size. His head turned in the other direction as I realized four fingers had been caressing my hole. "I think your pussy is ready to sing." He appeared in focus, sharp. His eyes were all black.

fuck yeah, love getting drugged up and used. One night I remember drinking rum with a bear couple in their room at a sauna in Montreal. They tag teamed my ass raw, then the door was open and I was taking anonymous cock. I came to hours later with another couple tag teaming my ass. Wish I remembered what happened in between.

Raw. It was 1984. I was 16. He came in my ass twice that night. The age of consent in the U.K. is 16. I had started going to gay discos in my nearest city at 16. Quite quickly I met a 40 year old guy who invited me back to his place for "coffee". I went. I'd had a few drinks and he barebacked me ( my first fuck ever ) without mentioning condoms. I was too horny to discuss HIV - I'm not sure we had those initials back then. In those days GAY HIV was seen as an overwhelmingly North American problem. I had friends whose safe sex strategy was to refuse to have sex with Americans. Quite often if safe sex was discussed someone would say "I'm ok. I don't have sex with Americans". The 40 year old guy barebacked me again the following morning. We became lovers and had frequent bareback sex for the next three years ( in a monogamous relationship - well on my side at least ). Regular readers of these threads will have read this story in other posts - sorry for boring you. The story doesn't vary, because it's the truth.