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Chasing the Bug 2.0 – My Cuckold Boyfriend and Caribbean Salvation Part 1 - Bahamian Fuck in the Boathouse and Part 2 – Raw AIDs Dick in St Thomas Let me start by telling you about Richard, my ex-partner (he liked ‘husband’ because he was the top, but whatever), who is white, in his early 40’s, handsome, Ivy League educated, and works for one of the most prestigious lobbyomg firms in Washington, DC. So, basically he was a tight ass, but I loved him, or did once, guess in the later years it became ‘care for with a dash of tolerance and two dashes of get the fuck off me.’ I met Richard on a phone chat line about 12 years ago. I was still working through my attraction to men, and at the time, Richard was my dream. He was successful, powerful, handsome, and on our first date he showed me his rare and priceless antique maps. I know, sounds corny, but I saw passion in his eyes and heard it in his voice when he spoke about those fucking maps – and after several dates and a few fucks after spending the evening in the hot tub – he looked at me with the same passion and spoke with the same intensity to me, and about me, so I was hooked. When we met, Richard and I were on pretty much the same page sexually. He was a good 10 years older than me, but we were very compatible. However, over the years I started to get bored. Sex with Richard was like a Georgetown housewife’s scripted recipe – kiss for 5 minutes, very little tongue, suck him for about 2 minutes (with condom on) while he rubbed my head, then me laying face down while he put on a new condom and fucked me for about 2 more minutes. Over and over and over this was our sex life and frankly I was bored as fuck. I tried suggesting ways to spice things up, but Richard would have none of it, until he came upon what he said was the perfect solution – he would watch me get fucked by some other guy while he watched because he enjoyed being a ‘cuckold’ husband. Basically a cuckold is someone who’s wife is unfaithful and they have no power and are forced to submit, watch, are powerless, or whatever. I guess being a high-powered lobbyist all day he wanted someone else in control, so I agreed, and about once a month he would set us up with a top who would come to our house, fuck me, and Richard would sit in the fucking Queen Anne winged back chair in the bedroom jacking his dick. One would think this would be interesting or even fun – NOT! Every single guy Richard set us up with was like him – about the same age, white, dick not too big or not too small (Richard was about 8 inches, average thickness), missionary fuck, and they always wore a condom. Richard and I got tested for HIV and everything else a few times a year and no matter how much I made the argument that I wanted to try having him inside me raw or at least suck him without a condom, it was always, “No, that is too dangerous.” So I was left with two conclusions – either he was a total fucking sleaze ball fucking tons of ass on the side or, since was such a tight ass, the more likely option was he was an uptight asshole who would always keep those barriers between us. So much for intimacy. No matter how much I wanted to make him understand, I could never tell him that feeling his raw cock slide into me and taking his cum was, for me, the ultimate intimacy I could imagine!!! I loved him, and his refusal was a rejection of that love – and of me – and so, overtime, I fantasized more and more about being fucked raw. Not just raw, I wanted us to be linked and so there was no excuse, every time we got tested I prayed and wished that by some miracle we both were POZ. If we were, we would not need a condom, we could be together, I could feel him deep in me breeding me with his cum. About two years ago I was laid off from my job with a business management firm. The recession had hit us hard, government spending was done and in DC that is the milk that flows from the Mother tit, so I became a true ‘housewife’, spending my days making it a happy home for Richard. Yet, no matter what I did, Richard’s idea of sex never changed, and so, I found other outlets. I first came across Machofucker.com about a month after I was laid off. Holy fuck! I had never seen anything like that. Richard thought porn was ‘dirty’ – meaning low class – so we did not own any. I was hooked. Not only did these guys fuck with abandon and enjoyment, and loudly – they fucked raw and you could see their cum!!! Oh my God I could not believe it. Thankfully they had free previews, which I downloaded to a DVD that I hid in the basement under a box of old paint cans, so I could dig it out and watch it when Richard was not home and he would be none the wiser. Well, one day I forgot to remove the DVD from the computer after I had jacked off about four times and uploaded their newest free preview. When Richard came home and logged on to watch BBC News online, the DVD spun up and on the screen came this big black dick fucking a white ass raw, and rough. Richard was aghast, said he was disgusted and wanted to puke, I tried to apologize but my dick was hard and tenting my pants, so he was even more ‘disappointed’ and said he did not know who I was anymore. I asked him again – no I begged – can we please just try something like that? Richard swore, which was extreme for him, got into his Mercedes, and left the house. I hid my DVD, Richard came home later like nothing had happened, and so every day I fantasized more and more about how to get out of this sex hell hole I was in. I became more and more depressed – no job, no sex that I liked, Richard not caring about my needs, I just wanted out, and began trolling websites more and more. As I explored my bareback/raw fucking fantasies I came across a couple blogs of guys who were POZ and who talked about not only fucking raw, but of chasing the bug, stealth pozzing other guys, sharing their virus and more. I could not believe it. I was sort of disgusted at first, but the more I read, the more I realized how free, how connected, how much these guys were living life how they wanted when I was doing the exact opposite. I now knew what I wanted – I wanted a man to POZ me – I wanted to chase the bug – and get it – then I would be free. I became obsessed and so wanted to try some of the things I read about like going to a bookstore, or bathhouse, but I was afraid. Afraid of Richard finding out, afraid of what would happen if I did catch the bug, afraid of seeing someone I recognized or knew, and more. Richard knew I was not happy, so he actually surprised me one day by coming home with a big envelope, which when I opened it, had two airline tickets to Orlando and an itinerary for a 7-day cruise to the Caribbean out of Port Canaveral. I had never been on a cruise, frankly Richard never took vacations so the best I got was a weekend in Atlantic City once every two years, which would end up a disaster as Richard always lost all his money and he would be depressed for days afterwards. I was excited, at least I would get out of the fucking house and who knows, may have fun, even with Richard. More importantly, I saw this as my chance – my chance to explore what I needed – my need to get POZZED – my need to be converted – my need to chase the bug. Somehow thinking about doing this away from DC made it easier, and made it more OK. As the weeks flew by before the cruise, I visited a number of chat sites where people talked about bareback sex. I was too nervous to really speak to anyone, but did exchange emails with a few guys, including one guy on St. Thomas, one of the Caribbean islands where our cruise ship would stop. This guy’s name was James, he was about Richard’s age, had grown up in Miami, but his family was from St. Thomas and after he finished college he had gone back to St. Thomas, began a few businesses, and seemed like a nice guy. He was very friendly, our chats were never sexually explicit, and I never felt like I was cheating on Richard. He told me to keep in touch and that if it looked like I might have time, to email him from the ship and he would give me an address of this little bar he owned where we could meet up when in St. Thomas. I assumed he was into bareback sex from the site he was on – bareback.com – and he was a top, black, well hung, drank, smoked, and all the other things Richard was not. I jerked off so many times fantasizing about ‘James’ – even though I had not even seen a face picture – just only knew him from his short profile and our emails. It was finally time to go on the cruise and I could not wait. I was so tired of Richard and his controlling ways, I just wanted to relax and get out of the house. I was also tired of feeling worthless. I still had not been able to find a job and hated feeling indebted to him. What sort of partner was I? We caught our flight to Orlando, spent a day at Sea World, took a car to Port Canaveral/Cocoa Beach, spent a day there, and then boarded the cruise ship on a Sunday morning. The ship was huge – over three football fields long, and was a wonder. There were pools, restaurants, shopping, live shows, and more. A few guys flirted with me, including our stateroom attendant, but Richard was always by my side, so what little action I had was a quick jack off when I excused myself from the dinner table. Richard got seasick, so we had no sex at all, which I did not miss frankly. Having him on top of me was becoming something I dreaded – and hated. Tuesday morning, the ship anchored just offshore of a small island in the Bahamas. The island was owned by the cruise line but was packed with little shops, nice beaches, and lots of activities. One of those activities was parasailing. I had never been parasailing and begged and begged and begged Richard to go with me. Of course I imagined it would be like America’s Funniest Home Videos where you see someone being dragged down the beach and hitting the water face first while their swim trunks come off – but we could see them as the small boats took us from the ship to shore. They were launching off the back of small motorboats and it looked like so much fun! Once we landed on the island I ‘wandered’ over to where the map said the parasailing booth was. Richard followed, relented, and soon we were in a boat with six other cruisers. As we sped off and got settled I looked closer at the guys running the boat. There were three of them, all handsome, black, and I could not keep my eyes off one guy in particular who was sitting on the edge of the back of the boat with his legs spread and a huge bulge in his pants. He had on an orange t-shirt, khaki shorts, white sneakers, and reflective sunglasses, so I could not see where he was looking, but his dick was due south, moist, and formed a tasty looking outline. Richard noticed my focused gaze and said, “So what? You into black men now is that it? Jesus Christ, I bring you on an amazing vacation and all you can do is ogle the local working class?” I told Richard to lower his voice and said, “Yes, actually, I was looking, and thinking of you actually. Knowing how much you enjoy being a cuckold for another, who better to be powerless against than a big black man in a foreign country? What could you do? Nothing! You would be helpless, he is like nothing we have ever seen, right?” Richard’s mouth worked silently, almost like he was chewing on his words – or cow with cud – before he spoke. “Yes, true, I don’t know, but he is black!” “Yes Richard,” I said trying not to let my exasperation show, “But we are not home, no one will ever know will they. Just think, this is a chance of a life time and no one will ever know.” Richard did not say anything more, so I returned to watching the three guys running the boat hook people up, ease out the parasailing lines, and waited our turn. When it was our turn the guy I had been watching helped me first into my harness. I swear he rubbed my ass and poked his finger towards my hole when he did, and I actually moaned a little, or it was just wishful thinking and the hot sun. Richard did not notice but I hoped the guy did. Parasailing was amazing!!! We lifted off the boat in one smooth motion and lifted to about 400 feet. Wow!! Too soon our time aloft ended, we watched the rest of the cruisers do their turn and we headed back to shore. Once we docked, we got off the boat and Richard said he forgot to tip the guys, so I walked up to the shed where we had signed up. I was not paying attention, but a few minutes later Richard tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Come on,” and I turned to follow. When I did I noticed the guy from the boat that I had been watching. He was in front of us and Richard was following him. What was going on? We walked along the edge of the island to a large boathouse about 100 feet away. It was dark, and about 110 degrees inside. The guy closed the door behind us and led us towards the back where he and Richard stopped near a pile of parasails that were stacked like hay bails. “Man, what’s up?” the parasail guy asked. Richard said, “Like I told you, I have money, I want you to have sex with my husband here and I want to watch.” The guy laughed, “Yeah you said that, OK, $500.” I stood there in amazement thinking there was no way this was happening. Richard would never! Richard pulled out his wallet, counted out $500, handed it to the guy, and then pushed me towards him. I was still a bit dazed figuring out what was going on, but the Bahamian guy was not. He took the money, tucked it in his pocket, pulled his shorts down and off over his sneakers, and started undoing my shorts. Fuck yeah! I went with it, dropped my backpack, took my baseball cap off, and knelt in front of him to suck on his dick. His dick was over 9 inches, milk chocolate black, and hairy like crazy. Huge growth of hair from his balls, down his dick shaft, so unlike what I was used to as Richard kept himself clipped. I sucked his dick down anyways, which tasted of sweat and funk. Amazing! I sucked him for a while, he then helped me stand up, scooted me over to the pile of folded up parasails, and bent me over and spit on his dick and rubbed the spit up and down his hairy shaft with his hand. “Umm, excuse me, please, excuse me,” I heard Richard say, ”Um yes, stop right there please, um, do you have condoms?” The Bahamian guy laughed a little, said “Oh yes, of course,” he said, “My bag is up there by the front door, to the left on the bench, Nike bag, do you mind grabbing them for us?” Richard nodded and turned and walked away. The Bahamian guy bent over me and whispered, “Do YOU want me to wear a condom? I don’t like them.” “Um, I, shit – no, I don’t, I want you to just fuck me,” I said. This was my chance and Richard be damned. The Bahamian guy laughed, spit on his dick a few times, bent me back over, and worked his dick slowly into my hole. The sweat running down my back, mixed with his spit, made my hole nice and moist. I was being fucked RAW!!! It hurt like hell as he fucked me and I went forward into the parasails, but it felt unbelievable. This was how sex was supposed to be, skin to skin and raw. I heard Richard exclaim, “Stop that!” as his voice pitched high like a woman. The Bahamian guy laughed again and said, “Shut up man – he wants it – don’t you? Don’t you?” I whimpered and said, “Yes,” in barely a whisper, but that was all he needed to hear. He fucked me raw, rough, and hard and in the midst of my ecstasy I could hear Richard off to the side whimpering as well – but it was the whimper of a cuckold who had met his match and was in over his head. My ass was hurting so bad, but I found that jacking my dick helped ease the pain. I had never had to do that with Richard, so my body was flooded with new and exciting sensations and my mind was screaming FUCK ME RAW – FUCK ME RAW – POZ ME POZ ME. I did not know if he had HIV or AIDs, but I was hoping and what guys fuck raw when they don’t? I was soon rewarded with a hot thick load of Bahamian cum. The guy grabbed my shoulders, tensed, and slammed me deeper as he shot. I thought I could feel it, but had never had that sensation before so was not sure, but his yelling, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” convinced me. When he was done he pulled out of my ass, pulled on his shorts and left the boat shed sort of chuckling. Richard was sitting on a crate looking dazed. I pulled up my shorts and said, “Come on, let’s go,” and we walked out. Richard was quiet, too quiet, and after an hour at the beach and a light lunch he said, “I want to go back to the ship.” I asked to stop in the bathroom first and when I did I let out the Bahamian cum into the cup of my hand. I could not believe I had another man’s cum – tinged with my blood – in my hand. It was thick, white with red, and before I knew it I tipped my hand and slurped the load and juices like the finest raw oyster. It was like nectar from the gods. Back on the ship Richard did not say two words to me. He sulked, pouted, and acted like a fucking child. Even at the formal dinner he just focused on his food and not me. Fine, whatever. As we got ready for bed, Richard finally asked, “How could you? How could you let him?” “How could I let him what?” I asked. “Have sex with you like that? That is just just just WRONG. It was not right – it was dirty and wrong and I did not want him to do that!” Richard said sounding like a hysterical woman again. “Well,” I said, and feeling a little courageous thanks to all the wine from dinner, “That was called fucking! That’s what men do! Real men – not cuckold pussies like you so you would know nothing about it. Good NIGHT!” With that I grabbed a blanket and lay on the floor and went to sleep. PART 2 – RAW POZ DICK IN ST THOMAS “That was disgusting!” Richard’s words kept echoing in my mind over and over after he had watched me get fucked raw by the guy in the Bahamas. Not for me it wasn’t. Being barebacked in that boathouse was the hottest sex I had ever had and then tasting the cum that came out of my ass – damn! Made me hard every time I thought about it. The next day was a day-at-sea as we traveled to St. Thomas. I was so angry with Richard, I went to the internet café on the 8th deck, signed onto bareback.com, and emailed James to tell him I wanted to come see him in St Thomas. James was online as he replied instantly and asked me what I wanted in St. Thomas and I typed, “Right now, more than anything, I want to be taken away, away from Richard and from this whole fucked up life.” I then told him what happened in the Bahamas and since he was on a bareback site asked what he thought. James replied, “You were blessed to have a man share himself with you in that way. Very blessed. Did you enjoy it? Did you want it? Do you want it again? Was that your first time taking it raw? You POZ?” When I answered yes to all of the above, and negative, James said, “That is all I need to know. Here is the address to my place. I think you NEED to come see me. When you leave the ship, go see the SkyRide tram. When you are done, there is a place to catch the taxi’s right there, ask for Andre, he knows me, he will take care of you, and you cannot miss him, he always wears a t-shirt with his name on it ‘Andre’s Taxi.’ I’ll tell him to expect you about 10:00.” The rest of the day I kept repeating James’ email over and over in my head and did my best to avoid Richard. By dinner, he felt like talking and apologizing, but for me it was too little too late. I read up on the excursions available in St. Thomas for tomorrow, left a list on the bed for Richard, and went to sleep on the floor again. The next day we docked in Charlotte Amalie, St. Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands, early and by 9:00 a.m. the gangway was down and everyone was disembarking the ship to see the sights. The first item on our list was the little SkyRide tram that went up to the top of the hill and was within walking distance from the ship. Richard and I still were not speaking much, but the SkyRide was pretty cool and the view was amazing. When we came down I walked into the parking lot near the ticket booth where there were several rundown taxi-buses, all of the open side variety seen in the Caribbean. I approached a driver who was about 30, had long dreadlocks, a green t-shirt, bare feet, jeans, beard, and a nice smile. “Andre? Yes, I could tell from your shirt, I…Um…Do you know where this place is?” I asked. Richard was still looking at postcards by the ticket counter. The driver smiled at me, nodded at Richard, “So, you goin here for him?” he asked. “No,” I said, “For me – I hope.” Andre laughed a hearty laugh and said, “Oh yes, yes, for you, very good, very good, Jimmy’s will love you and you will love Jimmy’s and James told me I may have a special pick up this morning, so I see, hmmm. I can get you there – 171 Altona is not far and good price – say $20?” I agreed and when Richard joined us and I told him we were going to go to a local place to grab a drink. He looked at me in his typical condescending manner, preparing to lecture me that it was pretty early to start drinking, but I was in no mood to hear him this morning, and walked away, following Andre. Richard could stay or go. I didn’t care. We hopped in Andre’s taxi-bus, and with the opened sides, you had to hang on so you did not feel like you would fall out. They drive on the left ‘wrong side’ of the street in St. Thomas, which I found very disconcerting. Richard did not say a word until we pulled up in front of 171 Altona, a long row of two and three story tan, plastered buildings that looked like warehouses. You could see a set of wooden stairs, covered mostly with vines, clinging to the backside leading up to the second floor with a couple doors for what looked like offices or apartments. The driver pulled around the block and turned into the parking lot in front. There were several trucks backed up to loading docks on one side, a couple guys unloading crates, and two old, beat up cars. Andre parked and pointed to a door in the corner that had JIMMYS painted in gold letters on it. “Here ya are now, enjoy and I am sure I will see you again. Here is my card – call me when you need a ride,” and then the taxi left. Richard was full of questions, “What is this place? What are we doing here?” I told him I had read about it online, everyone said Jimmys was the place to go to get local flavor and to find the best Cruzan Rum drinks. We stepped through the door, walked down a hallway that had doors leading into what looked like storage rooms or loading docks, and then stepped into a fairly large room that had several tables of various sizes and shapes, thick smoke (pot, cigarettes, and more), a small bar over in the corner, and two big guys sitting on each side of the door in tiny little gray folding chairs that sagged under their weight. They both stood up as we entered and barred our way. After my eyes adjusted I could see almost all the tables had one or more people at them even though it was not even 10:30 a.m., and as I looked at them, they looked at me. I saw a few smiles, a few blank stares, but nothing hateful. The place smelled of beer, liquor, and piss and sweat, and the ceiling fans did nothing to dissipate the heat or the smoke as they lazily spun. Richard grabbed my arm, but I pulled away, stepped to the big guy on the left of the door and said, “Hi, umm… is James here?” He was well over 6”5, 250 for sure, and just looked down at me and did not say a word. I said again, “Is James here? He is um…. I told him I would…” Just then a gentleman’s voice rose from a doorway behind the bar, “Boys, boys, let my friends in heh? What sort of host can I be if you stop everyone like a rat trying to steel cheese. Heh? Come now, come, hello, I am James and welcome to Jimmys.” James’ picture online had just shown his chest – broad, firm, dark, with a nice matt of curly hair. He was a nice looking man I thought, not classically handsome I guess, but handsome to me. So masculine, dreads to his shoulders that were colored a dark tan and pulled back behind his head, a couple earrings in both ears, broad straight nose, a killer smile, a chin beard, and when he shook my hand my knees buckled and I felt week. He was taller than me, average build, and with his shirt unbuttoned the first few buttons so I could see some chest hair and wanted to just lick it! He had on shorts, was barefoot, and had huge feet! I immediately noticed the second toe was longer than the big toe – he had fucking big dawg feet! “Welcome welcome. Now I see you made it from that wonderful ship, so please, sit, enjoy yourself, what can we get you?” Richard looked at me and asked, “Do you know this man?” I just ignored him, followed James to a table near the back, dropped my backpack, and took a seat. Low level conversation began again and as I looked around I noticed everyone was male, most were in their 30’s to 40’s I guess, with a couple guys who looked like early 20s or late teens. James came back to the table with three large glasses filled with what he said were the best Cruzan Rum drinks on the island. I took a big sip – HOLY SHIT! That was strong. Richard took a small sip and gasped. I laughed out loud, took a big sip, and felt the rum warm me up, relax me, and make me smile. James laughed and said, “Good yeah?” James sat down beside me on one side of the rectangular table, dropped a pack of cigarettes down, pulled out a lighter, lit up and took several big drags blowing the smoke towards Richard. Richard glared, but James ignored him and began to chat with us asking about where we were from, what brought us to St. Thomas, how we met, and more. I was afraid he would say something about us emailing online, but he didn’t, and just kept flashing that amazing smile and I loved his laugh. So friendly, warm, natural, and so unlike Richard who sounded like he was auditioning for a commercial. I sucked the first drink down pretty quickly and my head started to spin. James cautioned, “Easy man now, take it slow, these are not something for the weak of heart. Take your time. You are in no rush, no?” He offered to bring us some food and disappeared into the back. He returned with some cold sandwiches of some kind of meat on white bread and chips. “We do not cook here, too hot, but we have a few sandwiches and little things.” James also brought another round of drinks. I started to ask James questions about him and his place as Richard pushed his chair back against the wall, sulked, and drank his rum. James told me how he started Jimmy’s several years earlier. It was a way to use the back part of his warehouses, and to give him and his friends and their friends a quiet place to hang out and relax and have fun where no one cared, or would mind, especially their wives. “Your what?” I asked. “Our wives,” James said and chuckled, “In St. Thomas we are all married, (and in a lower voice continued) but do not worry, that does not stop me for fucking a nice ass as much as I can.” James put his hand on my leg and squeezed, I looked at Richard who was lost in space and paying no attention. We continued to chat like that, with James’ hand resting on my thigh – not moving or pressing, just resting there and my dick got hard and I was starting to sweat from the heat, rum, and desire. Richard got up, stumbled a little down the hall once he asked where the bathroom was, so James and I were left alone at the table. James squeezed my thigh, leaned in towards me and said in a low, seductive voice, “I think you need a good fuck – a real man fuck – a fuck from a true breeder. I think you have been focused on nothing but wanting to feel my dick in your negative ass nice and raw since you walked in here with him.” I just sat there staring into James’ face, his eyes were so intense, yet warm, his smile was the hottest smile I had ever seen, and fuck yeah, he was handsome. We both turned as Richard stepped out of the bathroom and began walking back down the hall towards us, as James finished by saying, “And I think I am going to breed and seed that ass deep with my Caribbean AIDS cum.” I was blushing hard as Richard sat back down and my dick was really straining in my shorts now. I lifted my rum drink and took several big gulps to try to get my focus off what James had just told me. James stood up, picked up his cigarettes, lit a fresh one, then turned to me and said, “I would like you to see my place, come with me, and we will let your friend here finish his rum.” Richard just looked up while he sipped his drink and then turned his head away as I followed James down the hall. I saw a couple bathrooms with no doors on them, a couple rooms with closed doors, one room where the door was open that looked like a storeroom and I could see a young guy bent over some boxes as one of the older guys was fucking him. I stopped, stared, and James said, “Jimmy’s is a place to have fun, like I said, as long as they do not break my bottles, or fight, and the boys stop any of that, I encourage them to have fun and be freaks if they want. Unlike the mainland, there are not many places in St. Thomas where guys like me can have fun without worrying about the cops or family or someone bothering us. Like me, almost every one of the guys here has AIDS – and more – and those that don’t, like YOU, soon will.” I followed Jimmy through one of the warehouses as he explained what some of his other business was, through a small courtyard, and then up the wooden stairs we had seen earlier that ran to the walkway that extended down the backside of most of the second floor of the building. He opened the first door he came too and there was a desk, a wooden chair, a big fan, and a curtain of old tattered cloth that led into a small room with a bed. Jimmy turned around, grabbed me by shoulders and kissed me hard. I was shocked, surprised, and totally gave in as his tongue forced its way into my mouth. I slumped against him as he pulled me to his chest and kept kissing me. My knees really were week now as James’ hands ran up and down my back and his hot breath and spit filled my mouth. “What do you want?” James asked. “Uhh, I, Uhh, I should get back to Richard, ha, I ha, oh please.” I mumbled. “Please what? Please stop? No, I don’t think so. You came looking for me. You came to St. Thomas thinking about me didn’t you? Yes, I can see it in your eyes and I can see you need what I can give you. Now taste what you have been waiting for.” James then sat on the edge of the creaking old bed, slid his shorts down and laid back. His dick sprang up – a good 10, 10 1/2 inches, thick, uncut with a long hood of foreskin, dark and juicy. I could only stare, as he was definitely bigger than the guy in the Bahamas. Beyond my furtive visits to websites, and the quick suck of the parasailing guy, I had not seen a black dick like this before. I knelt on the rough floorboards, leaned against the creaking bed, and slowly put my hand around James’ dick. He moaned, put his hands behind his head and asked with a knowing smirk, “Now what do you want?” I just mumbled, opened my mouth, and nibbled on his foreskin. Fuck! The smell of his dick was the most amazing thing, and the taste was beyond description. His balls were large, heavy, and stuck slightly to each thigh. I weighed them between my fingers, licked them over with my tongue, catching the hair in my teeth, twisting it in my mouth, having his musk wash over me. I then licked his shaft, end-to-end, side-to-side, and when I rolled his foreskin back was rewarded with a thick coating of precum. I had never knowingly licked HIV infected cum before (don’t know about the guy in the Bahamas), I so wanted to taste him, but was afraid of what Richard would say. Feeling my hesitancy James gently put his hand on the back of my head and pushed my face toward his dick. The smell from his dick head made me spin and when I finally flicked my tongue out to taste his precum I lost my breath. Oh My God! That tasted so sweet, salty, sweaty, and like a man. I did not care if he was POZ and had AIDs. I knew I wanted his cum. I opened my mouth wide and began to suck him. He was a good bit bigger than Richard, so I had to find my way and through trial and error figured out how to work his dick deep into my throat. James liked it and I was moaning and begging with every swallow. I was lost in what I was doing when James started to stand up. I leaned back, James stood, pulled me up, looked into my eyes, and asked, “What do you want?” I found myself saying what I had typed in my email from the ship, “Right now, more than anything, I want to be taken away, away from Richard and from my whole fucked up life.” “Is that all you want?” James asked as he took my hand and put it on his dick. “NO,” I SAID, “I WANT YOU, I WANT ALL OF YOU, I WANT ALL YOU’VE GOT, I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME, PLEASE WITH YOUR AIDS DICK!” James smiled, “You will get it all then.” He then pushed me onto the bed, “Get on your hands and knees.” It was sort of hard as the old creaky bed had a big indentation in the center, so I was not really even, but it pushed my ass up. James then said, “Reach around, spread that hole.” So I put my face down into the bed, took both hands, reached around, and spread my cheeks apart. James’ chin beard began digging into my sides as his tongue worked into my hole. Richard never ate my ass and while part of me was disgusted, part of me loved it and I begged for more. “Get on the floor,” James said. I was concerned about splinters because the floor was rough, unfinished, but he laid me on my back, tilted my hips up, scooted forward so my legs were held aloft by his arms, which he planted up by my shoulders. As he pressed forward and his face leaned down closer to mine, I could feel his dick working up my crack to my hole. James paused, looked me in the eyes and said, “I think this is the reason you came looking for me. For this moment, now tell me again, what do you need?” My breath caught in chest, my heart was racing, I tensed but I said, “I need you to fuck me, fuck me raw please. I want to be free.” James leaned back, reached under the bed, grabbed a can of something, sprayed a dirty piece of cloth off the floor and pushed it into my mouth and said, “Inhale through your mouth, deep breaths, just like that, heh, OK, wait, little more, now do it again.” Whatever was on the cloth mixed with the rum got my head good and spinning. I closed my eyes, opened them and saw James as he leaned back over me, lifted my legs back again, and then he smiled. The heat coming off of him was like a solar flare. My body relaxed and when I did he punched his dick into my ass. I grabbed his upper arms and dug my fingernails into him as I screamed as loud as I could and my whole body went board stiff. I couldn’t help it, and I screamed again and James just smiled, “It’s OK, its ok, let it out, I know it hurts, I know, but you need to let me in your ass. Relax, I know it hurts, but breathe and push, yes you can, push a little, that’s OK, scream again, no one can hear you so just let it out. Notice how my dick gets harder every time you scream? Makes me know you feel it. That’s it, let me in. I am going to breed you with my AIDs cum because I know that’s what you need.” I clung to James’ biceps for dear life while he slowly worked his dick in and out of my ass. He pulled almost all the way out, then with steady pressure pushed it in as far as it would go. He did this for a while, shifted forward a bit for better leverage as I felt the boards of the floor scratching up my ass. The next time he shifted, he then slowly pulled his dick all the way out. Just as I relaxed James slammed his dick into my ass again. The scream this time was primal, one of pain, and need. In that moment when he had pulled out I felt relief, but also emptiness, not just physical, but an emptiness in my being, so when he slammed it back in there was joy in that scream too. I was used to Richard who just fucked at a steady rhythm like a bad watch and cummed within a couple minutes. Not James. He would fuck slow, then pick up the pace, then fuck slow again, and soon his face and head and body was covered in hot beads of sweat from his fuck workout that dripped into my face. James smiled again and kept working my ass and leaned forward even more so he could kiss me. His tongue was long and hard, unlike Richard’s, which I always thought was sort of soft and squishy. He worked his tongue into every corner of my mouth while his hips and dick continued to beat my ass. James pulled back a little and smiled again and I said, “Please, do that again.” He said in a soft whisper, “What? What do you need? What do you need again?” My whole body was on fire now and blurted out, “I WANT YOU TO PUNCH FUCK ME AGAIN, PLEASE, I NEED THAT, AND I NEED YOUR CUM, PLEASE YOU – ALL OF YOU – ALL OF YOU, I NEED YOUR AIDS CUM!!! PLEASE!!!” James smiled, focused on my eyes and watched my reaction as he pulled his dick all the way out in one swift move, let it twitch around the end of my now gaping hole, then slammed it back in to make me scream. “Yes, yes, please make me scream, please, make me scream.” “Is that what you want?” James asked, “You want to scream? You want to bleed for me and open up?” “Yes please, take my ass, take it, make it bleed for you,” I said eagerly. James chuckled like an a villain in a movie, “You are already bleeding for me I can guarantee it – and that’s the way it should be. Just like fucking my wife on her period but her pussy has not been this tight ever! Now, I am going to breed you raw. Get ready, because I am going to let you have it ALL!” I was a raw virgin no more as my BBC top returned to slam fucking my ass. I screamed, yelped, whimpered, and begged for more and soon moved my hands down onto his hips to pull him into me every time he shoved his hard dick deeper. He was now pulling out on almost every thrust and slamming back in, knocking the breath out of me each time. “LET ME HEAR YOU NOW, LET ME HEAR YOUR SCREAM, THAT’S IT, GOT ME SO FUCKING HARD – OH FUCK YEAH – FUCK YEAH – TAKE ME – TAKE ME – TAKE MY AIDS!!! AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!” James gritted his teeth and shot his cum up my ass, thrust after thrust, pushing it deeper. As his thrusts relaxed, James kissed me hard and long again, pulled away a little, wiped my forehead with his right hand, looked in my eyes and said, “That was my first load of AIDs cum in your sweet hole, but it won’t be the last.” “Thank you James, you’re right, that’s what I wanted and is what I need.” I just closed my eyes and embraced the sweat, cum, and searing pain James left me. James got up and laughed as he said, “Damn, those boards are hard on the knees.” I got up and when I did noticed a blood/ass juice stain about the size of an orange on the wood floor where I had just been. I opened my mouth to say, not sure what, when James smiled and said, “Don’t worry about that. Given what I just did I am surprised there is not more, but you know what that means?” He pulled me close and said, “That blood there is proof, proof I have given you what you wanted and need, and proof that your ass is now infected with my AIDs ! We will leave that there as a reminder.” We got dressed and I asked James for a towel or something for my ass to wipe the cum and blood off. “No, your ‘man’ needs to learn,” James said with disdain in his voice. I was not sure what he meant, but would soon see. I followed James down the stairs, back through the warehouse and to the bar. When we got there the table where we left Richard was empty. I sat down and there were only a few guys left and they all looked my way. James went over to the door, spoke to the two big guys who had stopped us when we walked in, they looked at me, at him, the one on the right got up and slid the bolt on the door and sat back down. James came back and said, “Looks like he could not hold his liquor. They said he had a couple more drinks, and has been in the bathroom a while. Stand up, let me see how you are.” I stood up, James ran his hands up and down my legs, “You got some ass juice and blood running down your leg.” I started to apologize but he interrupted me and said, “Since you are all lubed up, I think we need to give you some more of what you need. Boys! Come over here.” I watched as the two big guys who were standing by the door came over. James said, “Look boys, I just opened him up nice and good, but he needs something more, so what do you say? Up for taking a test spin?” The three of them laughed and before they finished they were both undoing their pants. I was nervous as there were still people at some of the other tables, but as James cleared the glasses off the table one of the big guys bent me over, pulled my shorts down, and rammed his dick in me. I screamed out, James laughed and said, “That’s it boys, you know you got it right when he screams, now keep it up. I want to hear those screams loud!!!” The other big guy walked in front of me and put his dick in my mouth as I lay over the table being pummeled from the back. They were not quite as big as James, but big and thick, so I felt like I was the turkey at Thanksgiving. I wasn’t screaming anymore, just almost humming as I sucked one cock and milked the other with my ass. I then heard a shrieking voice, “What are you doing? Get off him! Get OFF! STOP THAT!!!!!” It was Richard. Oh damn. I tried to push up off the table, but the guy fucking me held me down, while the guy I was sucking pulled his dick out and walked to my left and behind me. Richard’s voice was more insistent and shrill. “GET OFF! STOP! GET OFF! GET….” James spoke up, “Look, I think it is time for you to leave. Yes, leave, we’re closing see. Private event and all. BOYS!” With that the guy fucking me pulled out fast, made me gasp, and when I turned around I saw Richard, wide-eyed, spit drooling from one side of his mouth, being held by the guy I had been sucking. He looked at me with disgust, hatred, confusion, fear, and no love – no love at all. “You see, we did as you asked, and we stopped, but I don’t think that’s what he wants, is it? What do you think? Shall we ask him?” James said, the disdain for Richards pathetic being dripped in his voice thick and heavy. Richard just shook his head as he looked at me with disgust. I turned around, laid back over the table with my bloody ass facing his way, as James laughed louder and heartier than I had heard him yet. As the boys began to escort Richard to the door, James came up behind me, pulled his dick out and slammed me again. At that angle and already being lubed up, he went balls deep. The last sounds Richard heard as they locked the door behind him was me screaming and begging James to fuck me raw, fuck me harder, and breed me again with his AIDs. That day began my life at Jimmy’s. I didn’t make it back to the ship and have not seen Richard since. I sleep to the rhythm of St. Thomas’ nights and I spend my days helping James out with his businesses, servicing his dick when and how he wants it, and making sure the guys at Jimmy’s always have a good time. Jimmy’s is a bug chaser’s paradise full of horned up men who like it raw, bloody, and AIDs filled, and when they are done with me and the other guys they go home to their happy wives. The warehouse has provided lots of stories and great places to fuck, store rooms, in the trucks, in the garage, and I even won a bet with Jimmy who said I could not get one of his ‘straight’ mechanics to fuck me. I even saw Andre the taxi-bus driver who dropped Richard and I off that first day, who was not surprised to see me there when he stopped a few days later and had to test out my ass for himself. All stories for another time. It has been over a year since I last saw Richard. He has tried calling and emailing James has said, but that was another lifetime ago, a life of being negative and chained – now I am POZ, free, and full of Caribbean AIDs-filled cum.

After a bad start to the weekend it ended up not half bad. I can't host normally so with my birthday being today I decided that I would get a hotel room and have some fun. I get to the hotel room around 1 on Saturday and get ready. I thought I made the ad pretty descriptive saying "uninhibited bottom for raw fun" I get a e-mail from a black guy with a nice cock that wants to come over, I tell him to come over and dump his load in my hole. He comes over and asks for a condom, which I don't have so I end up blowing him instead, it wouldn't of really bothered me if he didn't try to bareback shame me when I didn't have condoms. He left around 5pm and I didn't have anything but a few flakes until after midnight when I get a message from two black guys asking "You want are loads in that juicy white ass?" We set up a time and I head over. The one guy was 7 inches and the other was 8.5 and the thickest cock I've seen in person. I've only taken a few BBC's before this and felt comfortable those other times but when I saw it's size I had some doubts. The guy with the smaller cock fucked me first and after a few minutes he picks up the pace and says to get ready for his load. I didn't realize how big his load was until his partner comes over and says that my white ass is his now as he pushes into me. I swear I thought my hole was going to tear open from his girth but I bite my tongue as tells me how good my cunt feels. After 5 minutes or so he asks if my faggot ass wants his load, I reply with yes sir and he comes back with beg for my load faggot. I tell him to breed my faggot hole and that I was his cum dump. He starts pounding me really hard now. He screams "take that fucking load whore". I couldn't believe that I just took that monster and realize that on my way out I was leaking out the loads I got. Those 2 loads equaled 4 or 5 normal ones I would say. Before leaving in the morning I had a couple fuck buddies stop over and bring the total up to 4 which I was happy with.

Chapter 4 Father Scorpio looked ready and raring to go. His dick was fully erect, oozing precum; I guess watching while I was gangbanged had turned him on. I automatically looked to Mike. He looked concerned (I guess he could see how tired I was), but gave me an almost imperceptible nod. I sighed inwardly. I would do it to please Mike, and so as not risk his looking bad in front of his Fraternity. It only made sense – I had a feeling that I would need his protection in this pit of, well, scorpions. It was in my best interests to support his authority. “Approach me, Novice.” I guess that counted as a promotion from “Initiate,” or “SILENCE.” I wearily crawled towards him on hands and knees. “Lie down between my legs,” he commanded. Oh, Lordy. I did it immediately, realizing that I shouldn’t be surprised, since his “sons” seemed to like this so much. He was likely the one who taught them their moves, after all. He knelt over my face; his ass was very hairy. It was almost like being with some mythical creature, Pan or a centaur. He lowered his ass slowly, making sure he got his butthole right over my nose. “Inhale deeply the man stink of your Father. Let my potent scent fill your nostrils, your lungs, and block out all the others whom you’ve worshipped today, and you will then take my potent, charged seed. I am now your Master, as I am the Master of all those who have used you tonight.” He was certainly pungent, but still clean. It was the scent of sweat rather than lack of hygiene. “Kiss my asshole, Novice.” I hesitated a moment (proving the old saw about hesitation and being lost) and that was too long. He sat on my face, full weight, smothering me. “You must always obey my orders immediately. I have told you there would be consequences otherwise.” I was trying not to struggle, but I couldn’t breathe and my back arched as I involuntarily tried to get some air. That seemed to be his cue to release my head, and I gasped in air (getting another healthy whiff of his butt) and immediately started the inevitable trajectory, kissing, licking, eating and finally thrusting my tongue inside of his butt. “Yes, yes," he said. "Obey me and feed my lust. Ave libidinem,” he bellowed, the fraternity guys answering with Fratres, in cupiditate. God I was getting sick of hearing those fucking words. Maybe eventually it would be like white noise, and I’d stop noticing? He moved a little so that his balls were over my mouth. “Worship the repository of my holy seed, Novice,” he intoned. I wasted no time in sniffing his balls, then kissing them and licking them. Then he pushed the tip of his cock with its metal adornment against my lips. “Open your mouth and receive my rod, the instrument of the transfiguration that will bring you into the light. You will be exalted, a receptacle for our lust and desire, a chalice into which the athame will plunge. Brothers and Acolytes, gather to witness my gift to the Novice,” he said. The entire assembly came close and formed a ring around us. He roughly pulled my legs over his heavily muscled shoulders, lined up his drooling cock with my ass and began to push in. It was nearly unbearable; my anus and rectum were already sore from having been used multiple times by 11 men of all different shapes and sizes. It would have been okay but for that infernal piercing; he punched through the first ring of muscle which, try as I might, caused me to shriek. “You may scream as much as you like,” snarled the Father. “No one can hear you except me and my Sons. Soon you will moan with desire.” Soon being a relative term, I thought, wincing and struggling as he began to pump in and out. His breathing was speeding up, there was a cruel smile on his face and he seemed suffused with a perverse joy as he thrust more and more strongly, pinning me in place. “Yes, YES, YESSSSSSS,” he howled as his hips pistoned his dick in and out of me. “Stroke my balls, to encourage the seed to shoot into your soft, sweet boy cunt, made for a man’s pleasure.” I did as ordered immediately, running my fingers over the sack of crinkled skin, and reaching behind to the sensitive skin between his legs. That cause him to pound into me without mercy; screams tore out of me as that thing he had on his cock battered my insides. I could feel his balls tighten and rise underneath my tickling fingers. Please cum, I prayed. I can’t last much longer.” It began as a low growl in his throat rising to a roar worthy of a wild animal. He rammed into me once, twice, three times, then shouted “Ave libidinem, Fratres, in cupiditate, his innocence is fully destroyed, his asshole is wrecked, my deathstick fills him with my charged…positive sperm.” Positive? I thought, terrified. Not that, please, not that. “The breeding is complete, he will join us now as a Son of the Scorpion, bearer of the Virus — HIV.” “WHAT?” I shrieked, and then began to sob. “No, no, please, no.” “It is too late,” he said. “The conversion is underway. My seed was already passed to you through my Sons, the brothers and the acolytes, and it has been sealed with the seed of the Father. You have taken 45 loads of toxic sperm. Soon you will get the fever and burn with the raging fire of lust. The transfiguration has begun; you will carry my mark for the rest of your life.” I must have fainted from shock and exhaustion. I was vaguely aware of being lifted, immersed in warm water, gently bathed and tucked into bed. Half-awake, I felt tears seep out from under my eyelids, and all I could hope is that this was a nightmare and that I’d soon wake up, safe and secure in my dorm room.

"Relax buddy, we won't cum in you. Today is all about your pleasure, not ours." That's what they said right before they started tag teaming my asshole with their raw cocks. But I'm getting ahead of myself. When I was 19, my family took a trip to one of those all-inclusive resorts to Cancun. It was over Christmas break, so I guess it was a nice escape from the winter, but the resort wasn't exactly geared for the fun of a 19 year old who wasn't drinking. We had done the side trips to the ruins and shit, but mostly we hung at the resort where I was bored and mostly alone while my parents drank and had fun. One day they opted for the catamaran drunk cruise. I begged them to not make me go. I pulled the "I'm not a child anymore" card and said I would be quite content reading, napping and lounging by the pool. They finally relented, and I was left to my own devices for an entire day. If only they'd been more protective of their horny, gay son. I hit the pool pretty early with only my book, towel, mirrored shades, and swimsuit. Since I used to be a competitive swimmer I still had my speedo, which is what I decided would make for the best tan lines. I claimed one of the lounge chairs and set in for a nice day of relaxation. And I promptly fell asleep in the warm sun. I awoke some time later hearing hushed voices next to me. It was two, obviously American men whispering in close proximity to me. Voice 1: Look, the kid totally has a boner! Voice 2: Shhh! Don't wake him up and embarrass him. Voice 1: (laughing) Looks like part of him is already awake! (This is when I realized that I had one of those relaxed, sun-boners and they were talking about me! I was mortified and kept still while desperately trying to will my hardon away, but it wouldn't budge.) Voice 1: Damn, it just flexed in his suit! Totally hot! Voice 2: Yeah, the kid has a nice package on him, and a nice little body. Voice 1: I'm getting hard just looking at the outline of his cock. Oh the things we could do... Voice 2: Don't even think about it. Voice 1: Oh, like you aren't thinking about filling that young ass. Voice 2: Go get us a couple beers and cool off. I heard Voice 1 guy get up and flip-flop away toward the bar. Hearing them talk about me in a gay way was making my dick so hard that I knew it wasn't going to go away without a serious spank. I made sort of a fakey "I'm snoring and waking myself up" noise and rolled over onto my stomach. I tried to lay there quietly like I was still asleep. And when Voice 1 came back, I did an equally fake slow wake up and roll over, but simultaneously grabbed my towel and covered my still throbbing junk. I sat up and decided to read a bit, thinking this might take my mind off things. No such luck. Especially when I saw the two men attached to the voices. One was mid 40's, salt and pepper hair, rough beard, and a stocky, muscular body covered with a pelt of coarse, curly black hair. The other was blonde, a bit younger (maybe mid 30's), tall, smooth, tanned and toned. Both were exceedingly attractive (the blonde could have been a model) and both were wearing straining speedos that left very little to the imagination. I tried to ignore them, but they could tell I was staring. Voice 1: Hi there! What are you reading? (it was the blonde) Oh my god. They were so hot and they were talking to me! I stuttered a bit before telling them that I was reading Humboldt's Gift for my American literature class. I remember this fact purely because I never did finish that damn book and had to cliff note the fucker. This opened the doorway into conversation, through which I learned that they were John (Voice 1) and Vince (Voice 2), a gay couple on vacation. They asked many questions about me, like was I there alone? Was I enjoying my free day? What time would my parents be back? Did I have any plans for the rest of the day? By this time my boner had actually gone down and I was thirsty, so I uncovered myself and stood up to go to the bar to get a coke. My further mortification was imminent. Vince: Um, you might want to sit back down. Me: Why? John: (laughing) Because you left a spot of precum in your speedo the size of a half-dollar! I looked down, and sure enough my penis had betrayed me yet again. My electric blue speedo had a huge, dark blue spot of wetness centered right at my cock head. I hastily sat down and covered up again, completely and utterly embarrassed. Vince, however, knew what to do. "John, go get him a coke would you?" "Sure thing." As John walked off, Vince quietly remarked "Don't be embarrassed. It happens to all of us. And, truth be told, that's a pretty impressive spot. You must be a big leaker. Or just incredibly horny." "Well... um...." "So, are you? A healthy cummer, I mean?" "Isn't that sorta personal?" "Lemme guess. You are stuck here with family and you haven't jacked off in days. And now you are so backed up you were going to fire off a few loads today with your free time. Am I right?" "How'd you know?" Chuckling, Vince replied "We've all been there, guy." "What are you two laughing about?" John asked as returned, coke in hand. Taking the lead, Vince explained "The poor guy hasn't cum in days because he's been cooped up with his parents. Hence the gigantic wet spot." John handed me my coke, and a glance passed between he and Vince. I couldn't believe I was having an open conversation about jacking off and precum with two relative strangers, even if they were two, handsome gay men. Apparently they were of one mind, cause without any further discussion John remarked "You know, we could help you out of your jam. You need to empty yourself out before you make a mess all over this pool deck, and it just so happens that Vince and I like to pleasure guys, such as yourself." "Oh, I don't know... I um...," I stuttered, turning even beet red in embarrassment. "No pressure or anything. It would just be a relaxing, fun time and all about your pleasure. We would make sure you would be empty enough to survive the rest of your stay here with your parents," Vince explained, in a very discrete, man-to-man voice. "Honestly, I'm not sure I should," I responded, honestly more than a little interested. John: What else have you got to do today? I guarantee you'll have a better time than just sitting by the pool kicking yourself for missing a mind-blowing afternoon of sex. Vince: It's your call, but we're nice guys and I think you would have fun. Me: .... ok. We left the pool together and they escorted me up to their hotel room. Now, while I wasn't a virgin (I'd been having oral sex with other boys for a few years now, and I had a fairly regular suck session with a fraternity guy at school) but I'd never done any kind of anal. And definitely had never done a three way. And I'd never had sex with men clearly much older than I was. So you can imagine how very nervous I was. At first we just sat on their bed and they gave me a beer. I drank it fast and relaxed a little. Then they each reached out a hand and started stroking me lightly. Massaging my neck a little. I started to get hard. Both were very patient to start. They gently stripped off my swimsuit and laid me back on the bed. Both of their mouths fell to working on my body-- my neck, my nipples, my stomach, my thighs, my balls. And then I felt the wet heat on my cock. Instantly I was rock hard and straining to hold myself back from the waves of pleasure rocking my body. It was John sucking my cock while Vince sucked and tongued my nipples. He slowly traced his tongue up my neck, to my adam's apple, and then over my chin to my mouth. When Vince's mouth met mine, everything exploded-- including my orgasm. John greedily clamped down on my cock and took every drop. He stayed there until my dick finally stopped squirting like a minute later. John: Holy FUCK this kid's a cummer! God damn! Vince: And I think I found his trigger points. Me: I'm sorry! It's just that when you kissed me I couldn't hold back. You are just so... handsome. And hairy! Vince: (laughing) Yeah, I do have a bit of fur. Me: It's hot! John: I think the kid isn't done yet... he still hasn't gone soft. After that, John and Vince stripped off their suits... and wow. John was totally clean shaven, which made his cock look exceptionally huge. Judging from the size of mine, I figured he had to be at least 8 inches. And Vince had a dark bush of pubes, big balls and a shorter, but decently thick, uncut cock. And both had these curious tattoos on their hips. Me: Oooh. You guys have matching tattoos! Looks like a nuclear symbol. Are you guys radioactive or something? John: (smirking) Something like that. Me: Well, you both are pretty hot! Vince: I think we should massage another load or two out of our friend here, John. Me: Hell yeah! Deal! We had another couple of beers, and then Vince got the lube out of their travel bag. I was buzzing well at this point and feeling pretty good. Vince got me up on all fours, and then proceded to do something that nobody had done to me up to that point. He ate my ass. And when his tongue hit my pucker, I almost came unglued. This released the last of my inhibitions, and I became an insatiable fuck hole that afternoon. John was kneeling on the bed close to me, and as soon as Vince started rimming me, my mouth latched onto John's cock and I started sucking for all I was worth. I was only able to fit about half his cock in my mouth and I tasted his precum as I worked his salty slit with my tongue. John: Damn Vince, this kid can SUCK! Vince: Yeah, but we're here to milk him dry. And I think he needs to be milked from the inside. And with that, Vince lubed a finger and slid it into my butthole. Electricity jumped through me and I became a sex crazed novice bottom. He fingered my prostate (nobody had ever done that either) and it made me go crazy with desire. I sucked John like a hoover while bucking around on Vince's finger, all the while drooling precum all over the bedspread. Vince worked a couple fingers into me along with more lube... then his fingers left my ass. It felt like someone had shut off my horny switch. But then, I felt Vince's cock head rubbing up against my hole, teasing and pressing against my pucker. And while it was electric, warning bells were going off in my head. Me: Do you have a condom? Vince: Yeah, somewhere I think. But how about I just tease your pretty butthole a bit with my cock first? Me: We really need a condom. And you need to go easy on me-- I've never been fucked. Vince: Never?? Me: Nope. I've wanted to do it, but it just hasn't ever happened yet. John: Vince, pass me the poppers. I'll help our little bottom virgin out. Me: What are poppers? They aren't drugs are they? I don't do drugs. John: No, you just sniff them and they help you relax. They actually have a medical purpose. Me: Um.... John: Here, I'll show you. Just take a small sniff like this... John took a hit, and I could see him go flush a bit and relax. Then he held the bottle under my nose. I debated it for about a second, and then took a hit. The warm rush was incredible. Vince timed my rush with another finger assault which had me begging for more. The damn poppers had made me desperate for cock and had silenced those pesky warning bells. Me: Oh god. Fuck me! Vince: You want it? Me: Yes! I need to feel your cock inside me! Now! Please?? Vince didn't need to be asked twice. John held the little bottle under my nose again, I took a hit. And as I went soaring on a wave of pleasure, Vince entered my ass. While it hurt, it really didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. Sure it burned a little bit, but overall he was able to slide right in and I just felt full. It probably helped that he was uncut and I was an incredibly horny teenager. Vince slow fucked me while I got used to having a cock in my ass, and I went back to working John's big cock with my tongue and throat. The pleasure I was getting from both ends being filled, plus the alcohol, plus the poppers had me rock hard and begging for as much sex as these two men could dish out. Vince eventually sped up his tempo and the sensation his fat cock was giving me was making my head reel. I was tingling everywhere and begging to cum again. I reached back to cup Vince's balls and to feel his cock sliding in and out of my ass. And that's when I noticed he didn't have a condom on. Me: Where's the condom? Vince: You told me you wanted cock in you now. I didn't have time to put one on. Me: But sex without a condom is risky... Vince: Relax buddy, we won't cum in you. Today is all about your pleasure, not ours. John: Here, have some more poppers... Vince continued to fuck me and my protests ebbed as the pleasure increased. John pushed his dick back into my mouth and I let the poppers relax me into the pure ecstasy of man on man on man sex. Vince: Oh Johnny, you really need to feel this boy's ass. It's so tight and smooth! John: I can't wait for my turn! Vince: Well, it's coming soon. I'm about ready to share... John: Sweet! Here kid, take another hit Me: Damn this feels so good. Vince: It's gonna get better in a minute. I'm going to put my cock head right at your prostate and you are going to feel me flex it. Trust me, it will drive you wild with pleasure. Me: Do it! I wanna feel that! Vince thrust a few more times in me quickly, then parked his cock a little more than halfway inside me. And then I felt it. His cock head was pressed up inside me, and I could feel throbbing and flexing inside me. The sensation was incredible! John: You doing it Vince? Vince: Fuuuck yeah. You feel that, kiddo? Yeah, I'm trying to milk your load out from the inside. Me: It feels amazing, I don't want it to stop. Vince: I can do it again later, but now it's John's turn though. And just wait til you feel him inside you! Me: I don't know... he's so big! I'm not sure I can take it... Vince pulled out with a wet plop, and shifted around the bed. He suggested that I try riding John's cock to start. That way I could control it better and be more comfortable. Without Vince in me, I felt like my switch had again been turned off and I desperately wanted it back on again. So I agreed. John lay down on the bed- his cock enormous and intimidating. Vince lubed him up and worked a bit more lube up my ass. Me: Shouldn't we get a condom? John: Vince didn't have to wear one. Me: But we have time to get one one now and... Vince: It's okay kid, just try it for a bit. We can always get one on later. I want John to feel what I got to feel! Me: Just... don't cum in me. Okay? John: Wouldn't dream of it. I straddled John's groin. John held onto the base of his cock while I tried to line up his head with my hole. Vince fed me more poppers, and before I knew it I was sliding down almost the full length of John's big cock. He bottomed out inside me with still about an inch of cock to go. There was a dull pain deep in my abdomen when John's cock head was poking my guts, but the sensation of that much cock sliding inside me and filling my guts sent me over the moon. I think my eyes literally rolled back into my head. John: Holy fuck! This kid is a natural born bottom! Vince: What did I tell you? John: So fuckin' hot and slick! Thanks for lubing it up for me! Me: Oh my God! You are so fucking BIG! Vince: Enjoy the ride you two. I started sliding up and down on John's cock and he let me control the fuck action. Every thrust into me from his cock gave me the sensation like I was stroking my own erect penis. Only I wasn't touching myself. It was like I was jacking off, but no-handed. The pleasure was building, and it sent my body into sort of a fuck frenzy. I was fucking myself down onto John's cock and building my orgasm with every bounce. Vince straddled John's face and fed his soft, uncut cock into John's mouth while John grabbed my hips and helped ram my ass up and down faster on his cock. Vince worked my nipples and then planted another deep, wet, scratchy beard kiss on me. I went into overload. Me: Oh God! I'm gonna cum! Vince: Do it, kid! Me: Dont' stop fucking me-- I'm so close! John: I wanna feel you cum with my dick jammed in your sweet fuckhole! Vince grabbed the back of my head and kissed me again hard and with that kiss my first shot arced up between us and spattered all over Vince's hairy chest. As soon as he felt me start to shoot, John grabbed my hips and thrust all the way into my butt, even that last inch that wouldn't go in seemed to find a place inside me. The pain in my guts mixed with my orgasmic pleasure was enough to make me cry out into Vince's mouth. But I couldn't stop cumming. Volley after volley of my spunk coated Vince and dripped down onto John's face. I was spasming like I was having a seizure and Vince eventually just looked on in amazement as John started laughing and licking up the cum gobs that spattered his way. I kept shuddering and shaking with the post orgasmic shivers. Vince kissed me gently while I was still impaled on John's cock and trying to relax my quivering sphincter. John told me that if I stopped wiggling around so much he could make himself go soft so it would be easier to pull out. A few minutes later and after some deep breathing on my part he was indeed flaccid and I was able to ease myself off of him. Feeling fully satiated, I was going to take my leave but Vince and John convinced me otherwise. Vince: You are a young stud, and I bet you have another load in you yet. John: Besides, we haven't cum, have we Vince? Vince: No we haven't. And there's still a few more things we could do together. Three cocks offer so many options... John: It would be a shame to waste them. Me: But I probably should be going... Vince: Where? You're parents aren't gonna be back for a few hours yet. Might as well spend it fucking. John: Hasn't it been fun? Haven't you enjoyed yourself? We've sure enjoyed you. In the end I agreed to stay for another round of sex. We had a few more beers, and they eventually got me hard by tongue-fighting over my cock. This got them hard too and the next thing I knew it was a free for all on their bed. We were all kissing and sucking whatever we could get our mouths on, rubbing on each other, humping, etc. I ended up on top and this time rode Vince's cock (I had decided that I quite liked riding and being in charge) while John stood on the bed so I could suck him. Then John squatted over Vince's face so Vince could tongue his hole while John and I made out. John worked my nips and I begged Vince to do the pulse-trick on my prostate again. After about 15 more minutes of fucking, he grabbed my hips and I felt the magic throbbing inside me again. Each pulse was like an joy buzzer shock inside me- I loved it! Then they both maneuvered me so that I was on my back with my head hanging over the edge of the bed. More poppers and John was fucking me again with his huge cock while Vince stood over my face with his flaccid, wet, uncut penis. Me: I've never sucked an uncut cock before. Vince: Well, this is a day full of firsts for you! John: (giggling) And lasts... Me: I think I'll remember this day for the rest of my life Vince: Of that I have no doubt. John grabbed my ankles and took to fucking my ass hard. And I took Vince into my mouth and let my tongue savor his foreskin. The feeling of the skin was silky, and I could taste a mixture of lube and what I thought was his precum. When I inhaled, I got a full whiff of his musky manscent. It was almost better than the poppers. The rush of blood to my head and the feeling of foreskin in my mouth was dizzying. John flipped me around (all while not pulling out his cock) and got me on all fours. He then suggested to Vince that since this had been a day of firsts, how about they make me Lucky Pierre? Vince agreed and hopped up on the bed in front of me. I had no idea what a "lucky pierre" was, until Vince spit on my cock, and shoved it into his ass. It was so warm and velvety... so unlike anything I had ever experienced. So hot! So much better than a blow job! I was getting my ass fucked by a big cock while simultaneously losing my anal topping virginity inside a hot, furry daddy! It was all too much. I think I lasted all of a minute before I warned them that I was getting close. That's when John reached forward, grabbed Vince's hips and Vince reached back and grabbed mine. I was locked in place between them and stuck in Vince's ass! Me: I'm gonna cum! I should pull out!!! Vince: Just cum in me, kid! John: Do it! He wants you to! Me: But... but... Vince: I trust you John: C'mon kid! Shoot that load! Breed my boyfriend! John thrust again hard inside me and with that I erupted inside Vince's ass. The wet heat of my orgasm enveloped my cock as I shot my third load of the afternoon into Vince's bare ass, groaning "God DAMN, this feels awesome!" Apparently it was an impressive orgasm because Vince echoed my remarks saying "Holy fuck, I can feel him cumming in me!" In full approval, John answered "So hot! Take that virgin load!" After my orgasm finally subsided, John slid out of my ass with ease and I did the same to Vince. We collapsed in a sweaty heap on their bed. I awoke about an hour later, with a headache and instant fear. According to the bedside clock, my parents were due back at any time. I jumped to my feet, pulled-on my speedo, grabbed my stuff and headed out. I thanked Vince and John for the best sex of my young life and they said it was truly their pleasure. I made it back to the pool and managed to rinse the sex off about ten minutes before my parents arrived, so they were none the wiser about my afternoon activities. Several weeks after we got home I got really sick. My parents figured it was just some bug I picked up while in Mexico. Six months later at the student health center at college, I found out my parents were right. It was something I picked up in Mexico. And I discovered the meaning behind Vince and John's matching tattoos.

Buddy of mine has been talking about a bookstore with video booths he found.He LOVES that kind of annonymous hookup and knows I did too long ago.We fuck regularly and enjoy 420 and poppers to turn up the heat sometimes.After a week of pestering me about going I said okay to sat nite.Got there about 11:30pm.Regular looking place,run by an Indian or Paki man,very dark.Mike seemed to know him and said hi,the clerk looked at me smiled and said"I love blonde boys"I said "why thank you"and gave a chuckle because while blonde at 60 I am hardly a 'BOY"lol.Got our video pay cards and went into the dark hall lined with booths...Mike opened a door and showed me the gloryholes..."Fuck you I KNOW what gloryholes are dumbass" I replied."well try this booth,I gotta pee"he said.there were a handfull of men hanging around the arcade.I went in shut the door and started up the video and sat down to watch some okay gay porn.My cock immediatly stirred.There was a "clink,clink" sound at the gloryhole to my left as a small glass tube was tapped against the wooden edge.A faint wisp of vapor escaped the end.The man in the next booth was offerring a bit of tina.I had never used that stuff,but DO love weed so got down at the gloryhole and put my lips around the pipe as he heated the bulb and vapors started to flow.I gently breathed in as much as I could hold.Remember thinking this must be like the old days of passing poppers thru to share.Standing up watching the video my hands are rubbing my nipples,Don't remember taking my shirt off.Or dropping my pants showing a large wet spot on my shorts as precum oozes out of my half hard cock.Don't know how much time passed in that initial rush.But LOVED that feeling."Clink Clink again at the gloryhole,Took another deep hit off the pipe.A hard cock appeared thru the hole on the right and it looked absolutly beautiful.My next memory is swallowing the load spurting out in the back of my throat as my heart pounded.My pants were around my ankles and my hard cock out and proud.More lost time in that rush.The man with the pipe must have enjoyed the show I saw his eye at the other gloryhole watching.Mike opened the door and chuckled at the sight."damn,can't take you anywhere can I?"I grabbed his belt and dropped his pants and swallowed his cock.Mike is more of a top,and undetectable.I am neg and we bareback only.The glass pipe tapped again so another deep breath was taken.My asshole is being fucked long and deep as Mike takes advantage of the situation.I look down as a long stream of cum flows out of my cock,not spurting it just sort of flows as his cock strokes deep.I love the way he fucks....some guys are just way good at it."Lets get a big room in the back"He says"put your clothes on and follow me".Leaving the booth I see the man feeding me the pipe was Raj the store owner we met earlier.Mike and Raj talked for a minute,then we went to the back and raj left the pipe and a little plastic bag in the room with mike and I.I asked what time it was and raj said 1:30.We had been there 2 HOURS and it seemed like minutes!About closing time.I knew from experiences as a young man that's when lots of drunk guys come to places like this looking for some easy sex.I was high,my ass was twitching and needed a cock....you know that feeling.Raj said to mike"I'll start sending them back in a little while"and winked,then closed the door as he left.Mike said"take your clothes off now".I liked this commanding tone,it was new from him.There was a short couch and a big stuffed chair so I disrobed completely as mike unfolded the couch into a bed.Mike dropped his pants and pressed me into the mattress,his hard cock again finding my hole.Pressing it into me he wispered in my ear"are ya having fun Paul?This is gonna be a night you won't forget"I said I was,and pressed back against him,anything to get that gorgeous hard cock deeply into me.I needed it,craved it in a way I had never before.A hard violent fucking ensued,and he came quickly for him."that should lube you up"Mike said.as he pulled out.He got the glass pipe and filled it,held it out to me and ordered me to take 2 hits.I did,and remember how much I liked his tone.I had just taken the second hit when there was a tapping at the door.Mike let a short bald man in who immediatly pushed down his stretchpants and shoved his cock in my face."suck it up hard"he said.I blew my lungfull of tina steam into his crotch and did as he asked.I couldn't get that cock in deep enough it was so good.Seated on the edge of that bed I sucked a strangers cock and loved it.He pulled out and lifted my legs up fairly rammed his cock into my ass,sliding in using mikes cum as lube.A quick hard fuck followed,and he came with a series of short grunts.I laughed as my cock was still leaking precum and cum,filling my navel with slime.He pulled out pulled up his sweatpants and left.Another hard cock nosed into me,from a youngish man who smelled of booze and sweat.He kissed me,that's so sweet,then looked me in the eyes as he fucked me and came fairly quick.Instead of pulling out tho,he just stopped for a minute then started fucking again.I heard knocks at the door a few more times and men came and went,watching the live show.Junior grunted and came again,and some guy straddled my face and forced a cock down my throat.I was in heaven.Junior pulled out and another cock pressed in.Don't even know who it was,never saw.The cock in my throat spasmed and delivered its salty sweet load,and as it pulled out I hungrily sucked every drop out.Raj was in the room,saying "closing time,everybody out".His watch said 4am.I had taken a lot of cocks,can't even remember them all.After chasing all the customers out of the store Raj came back to us and pushed his pants down showing a black long piece of meat I had to have."I just LOVE blonde boys"he said as that hard black cock speared into me with a squelching sound from the cum already in me."Is he poz?Raj asked mike as the long deep stroking began."No".mike said"He's still neg"Raj smiled and picked up the pace of his fuck,and sparked an intensity I had,'t seen in a while.He came with a lout yell,I could feel his cock twitching as he ejaculated his load into me,mixing with the many already there.After a moment he pulled out pulled his pants back up and said"time to go home.now"and motioned us out.I dressed,and we made ready to leave.I was still higher than a kite.Before we left the store Raj gave me a little paper envelope with a phone number on it and said"here is a bit more tina for you.Call the number when you need more".He smiled and repeated "I really like blonde boys!"Mike and I left,I was thankful he drove as I was way out of it.Went back to his place where I cleaned up and showered.Mike gave me 2 sleeping pills because he said I would never get to sleep with all that dope in me.I awoke that afternoon to mike fucking me.Thats nice huh?

This is my first story (Sorry for my bad English) My name is Lars and I am a exchange student. I am 23 years old and I am Swedish and now live in New York City. I am a typical Scandinavian, 6,4 tall, 190 pounds of pure muscle, light blond and short hair, blue eyes. I know I am very handsome and everybody tells me that . I always get the most handsome guys . Maybe I am arrogant, but if you were as handsome as am I, you would also be somewhat arrogant. When I moved to New York, I decided to live-out my sexual fantasies in full. Although I was often fucked by really hot guys, I had never ever barebacked as I insisted each guy use a condom. Bareback was out of discussion. Two weeks ago, I was very horny, and went out with my friends on a Friday night. I wanted so bad to get fucked. No, I need it so so fucking bad. I left my friends and went to a gay bar to see if there was someone to fuck me. No sooner had I entered the bar then several hot guys were chasing after me. Of course I choose the hottest. He, like me, was a blond like me, but was somewhat darker. And yeah, he had a hot body. He was around my own age, and he bought me a beer and we talked. Then we start kissing. As we kissed I saw a disgusting old troll looking at me and smiling. He was in his 60's and looked really sick of AIDS. He was very low, maybe 5,1, mixed race and was almost bald and missing many teeth. He was very very thin. I found myself wondering 'How can such a disgusting person could look at me and smile?'. He thoroughly grossed me out so I did my best to ignore him as I continued kissing the blond hunk. Still, all the time I noticed the old troll watching me, He was devouring me with his eyes. Fuck, I found myself with a hard on, and my eyes were glued to his, even as I made-out with the hot blond. Our eyes meet so many times and I found myself mystified by my own behavior as I pondered what was it about the wasted troll that left me utterly horny? After several beers I went to the bathroom and notice that the old troll was following me.I was very nervouse when i notice the old troll next to me at the urinals. Fuck, He was like a dwarf besides me. But I got shoked when I see him taking an enormous Cock out of his pants. It was the largest and moust black Cock i ever seen in my life. It was shoking how black it was in relation With the skin colour of the old troll. He was dark but not that black. When He showed his big hanging bals I could see they were very black too, and so fucking huge. I was there with open mouth when he laughed and told me if i like it. I could not answer him, i was there With my mouth open, not saying nor doing anything. Then I swo that my Cock was rock hard. I blush big time, and decided to leave the toilet full of shame. I Dance With the blond guy but the old troll was looking at me all the time and I was with my eyes glued to his almoust all the time. I couldent help it. As we approuched the bar to drink another beer the old troll got besides me and I notice his old hand touching my bubble butt, I wear Law hangers so almoust all my undies were showing. He darted a finger in my pink hole With out any shame. I knwe nobody could see this. His hands were all over my ass checks and I dared to say anything for fear of what my hot young partner will say. I went to the bathroom and i was followed by the old troll. I was crazy horny, I was rock hard. I was very embarrassed but could not avoid how horny I was. He opened his trousers and liftet a bit his T-shirt. I could see some black spots on his skin, maybe becouse of his deseased. His Cock hung tehre and I could see a lot of precum, lots. He tjen told me smiling if i wanted to blow him and I answered if he got a condom i will try. He laughed a lot and told me that He never ever used condoms, and althought I was very handsome He was not for it. With condoms is not fun, and he left me tehre with my mouth open and my cock rock hard. I got so embarrassed. I went to the bar and kept talking to the blond guy, but I could not concentrate at all. Suddenly I sow the old troll going to the bathroom followed by a redhead twink. I got so fucking jealouse and after some minutes i went to the bathroom. The bathroom was emty but a door to a cublicle was closed. I heard the sound of a blow job and some gasps. I was rock hard. This AIDS sick old troll got in there the redhead twink, and for sure the young guy was sucking the black Cock and that all precum. I poke my head out form under the door and the fist thing I saw was a hard small Cock With red pubic hair and right after i saw how the twink was sucking the black Dick With out comdom. Fuck he was devouring the old Dick and dident care about how toxic it could be. Just two Seconds later my face got filled With sperm from the redhead. Then the twink got shamed and told the old troll that He need to go. When he opened the door he saw me there, he bluhs a lot and I helplessly got into the cubicle looking at the redhead eyes and he send me a litle smille. I shut the door and kneel in front of the black old Cock. I put the old black Cock in my mouth and savored the precum and the saliva from the twink on the big black Cock. The old troll laughed and push me away. He then told me that if i wanted his Cock i need to follow him home and go all the way. He say that he wanted to fuck my hot young blond bubble butt. He say that He lived near the bar and if I follow him is to get fucked with out any comdoms, just He and me. I was so in shame, but at that moment I diden't care if i was going to give myself bareback to the old troll. I could not help it, i was all to horny, I followed him like a puppy and dident care that the hot blond was waiting for me at the bar. I never ever in my life got so fucking atracted to a guy. On the street i begun to get second thougs but walked 15 meters back the old sick man. To be continued

Adam had just turned eighteen a few days before, but he knew he looked younger and that might be a problem. He pushed his long blond bangs out of his eyes and looked across the street at the door and the neon sign above it. The Edge’s sign flashed blue at a regular pace. He’d wanted to come to the bathhouse since he first learned of it when he was sixteen. Now he was legal and he wanted to go in, but was kind of scared of what actually went on inside. He seen all sorts of men go in during the fifteen minutes he had watched the door. He took a deep breath and walked across the street. Adam opened the door and was confronted by a heavy set man behind a security window. “One please,” he asked nervously handing the man a twenty. “ID kid,” the man asked looking hard at Adam. Adam handed him his driver’s license and waited. “Shit kid, you look sixteen if a day. You’re gonna be really popular tonight,” he chuckled handing Adam a towel, and a lock with a key on a wrist band. “No clothes allowed kid, only towels, ‘k?” "Sure,” Adam said beginning to get second thoughts about walking around with only a towel on for several hours. Before the man behind the glass buzzed Adam into the bathhouse another man entered. He was a good six foot tall, and a rock solid 285 lbs. His dark brown curly hair was cut short. The beginnings of a five o’clock shadow made him seem even more masculine that he already was. A hefty budge in his jeans only added to this image. Adam could feel himself start to get hard, as he stared at the man in awe. This was a man’s man without a doubt. Adam felt his six inches start to ooze pre-cum. “Dean you old dog, how the hell have you been? Long time no see.” “Not bad Jack, business has had me doing a lot of traveling the last few months putting out fires for the company. I’ve finally got some time off and looking to release some tension if you know what I mean.” He chuckled as he grabbed his crotch. “You want a room like usual?” “Sure, which one do you have available?” “How about 18?” the man grinned as he nodded towards Adam? “Lucky 18, always good for some fun,” he said looking at Adam. “Pig sling room booked yet tonight?” “Nah, want it?” “Yeah, let me have it too. I think I’ll have something to fill it before the night is over,” Dean said with a smirk. Jack buzzed the two men into the bath house. He was glad the bath had video cameras hidden all over the place. He was looking forward to seeing Dean pound the hell out of the hot looking eighteen year old twink. Jack knew the boy was in for the ride of his life tonight and when the twink left he would be a changed man in more ways than one. Adam didn’t know what to expect when he walked through the steel door into the bathhouse. The long hall way was dark with a dim light at the far end. He felt the large man come up next to him. “First time here?” Dean asked, already knowing the answer. “Yeah, I just turned eighteen a few days ago and wanted to see what it was like,” Adam said shyly. “Well, welcome to The Edge. I’m Dean,” he said extending his hand to the young twink he was looking forward to breeding. “Adam,” said the boy taking the man’s hand. “Don’t worry guy, I’ll be happy to show you around here. I know it can be a little intimidating the first few times, but once you’re used to it can be a lot of fun. Here let me walk you to your locker and you can put your stuff away and get changed,” Dean said being friendly. “It’s just like a gym locker room at school. Afterwards I’ll meet you back here in a few and we can walk around together. I have a room, so if you feel like the whole thing is a little much we can go back there until you’re ready to explore some more.” Dean walked off leaving Adam to change and put all his clothes in his locker. This felt a whole lot different to Adam, than changing in the locker room at school. There everyone generally tried to avoid looking at everyone’s junk, but here all the men were actively trying to make sure everyone saw it or were busy looking at other guys’ cocks and asses. Most of the men in and around the locker room and sauna were either hard or semi-hard. Adam was surprised there were so many different types of men here. Some were heavy-set and hairy, others almost skeleton thin, still others were built gym-rats. Surprisingly there as a fairly large amount of the men there were much older men, but many though were just average looking middle aged men. Adam was in the minority in that there seemed to be few young twinks and most of them seemed more interested servicing the older men rather than someone like him. There was a pretty good mixture of Afro-American, white and Hispanic men. Some of the much older men would wrap their towels around them tightly so you see their dicks like hard mounds under their towels. Others in better shape just threw their towels over their shoulders, so you could see their dicks pointing straight out or swinging like thick pieces of sausages between their legs. The men grinned and smiled at Adam as he took all his clothes off. More than once did the young twink catch some of the men stroking their dicks as they looked and his dick and ass. He felt like a piece of meat a pack of starving dogs was preparing to devour. Adam tried to wrap his towel completely around him but it was too small to stay wrapped completely closed. He was forced to hold the ends together with one hand. In the other hand he had a small baggie with rubbers in it. The most sexually Adam had managed to do in high school so far was jack off with a couple friends when they had been drunk after a few parties. Adam came close once to sucking off a band member during a football game in the fall under the bleachers, but in the end they both chickened out for fear of getting caught. The incident had left him hot and bothered for days and weeks afterwards. They would pass one another in the hallways, but were afraid to do anything. Adam didn’t want to graduate from high school in June still a virgin. Sure, this wasn’t the most romantic place to do it, but here were men, not boys, who would make sure he learned something about sex. He didn’t want to look foolish in bed with the first guy he slept with at college. So here he was, willing to lose his virginity here and hopefully would get to fuck a guy as well. That way he would 'know his way around a man in bed' so to speak. If he was lucky Dean, who was the hottest guy there, would be willing to do him. Dean returned a few minutes later dressed only in a towel and carrying a small bottle in his hand along with a pack of cigarettes. He was fully hard at the thought of breeding Adams tight eighteen year old ass. He figured the boy may have been fucked by some of his school mates, but never had a man up there yet. He wanted to make sure he changed that for Adam and be the first charged load of many before the night was over up his tight little twink neg ass. Dean knew the boy was a bit tense, but once he got the 1st hit of Tina in Adam that would all change. He hoped he might even be able to slam the boy making him a total slut begging for dick, and then put him in the pig sling room to make sure the boy left here pozzed up after being gangbanged all night. He loved stealthing young twinks where ever he went. He’d been stealthed at sixteen by someone else and figured it was only fair to share the gift with as many men as possible. Since he was constantly moving and taking trips for his job, Dean was able spread his gift world-wide to as many men as he could. Dean thought Adam looked so pure and angelic with his longish light blond hair, smooth pale skin and cute perky coral colored dime-sized nipples. He stood at about 5’6”, and 120 lbs. with bright blue eyes and Dean guessed he had a six inch average sized cock, uncut as Dean would discover. Though he didn’t play any sports, Adam stayed toned by skateboarding, which made him very desirable in the bathhouse as a fuck toy to be used and bred. “Let me give you a tour and then we can chill on patio for a bit,” Dean said admiring the sexy eighteen year old who would soon be getting his gift. Dean walked Adam around the bathhouse showing him the TV room, exercise machines, video room, glory holes, maze, showers and steam room. He could tell the men were jealous of him walking around with this hot twink. But in the end they would thank him when all of them had the chance to slide in the boy’s hot lil’ cunt and breed him. Otherwise only one man would be lucky enough to tap it and judging from the boy carrying a bag of rubbers would have to fuck him covered. Adam and Dean walked out on the dark patio and found a table in the back behind some tall ferns where they couldn’t be seen too well by others. Adam found Dean easy to talk to and soon found himself talking about the first hand job with his best friend. He later joined various other friends in beating off to porn videos and magazines. His best friend thinking it was too gay made them stop jerking off together and made a big effort in publicly getting a blow job from a well-known slut of a cheerleader. Going online and reading stories and watching videos was all in the end Adam had left to relive his needs. Finally now that he was eighteen he wanted to lose his cherry to an older more experienced man. Dean smiled to himself; this was going to be even more fun that he thought. He was going to get to take the twink’s cherry and poz him all at the same time. Dean realized Adam was interested in him because the teen kept adjusting his hard-on under the skimpy towel Jack had purposely given the teen. Soon once the eighteen year old was fucked up; Dean would have him walking around with the towel wrapped around his neck and not his waist. He wanted all the men in the bathhouse to see what they were going to get a chance to load up with their loads after he was finished with Adam. Dean decided it finally time to get the ball rolling and prepare to pop this cherry. He opened out the cigarette pack and pulled out a “T” laced joint and lit up taking a big inhale, before passing it to Adam. Adam didn’t normally smoke pot that often. He preferred to stay straight, so he could stay in control and focused on school. He wanted to get into NYU film school the next year after graduating and knew grades were important. Adam didn’t want to seem uncool in front of this hot stud of a man. He knew this man would be gentle with him if they had sex. He trusted Dean and knew the man would treat him right in bed. Plus he thought the weed would help him feel more relaxed when he got fucked for the first time. Dean at first thought he’d have to do some fast talking to get Adam to smoke the “T” laced joint as he watched the inner turmoil inside him, but the teen soon was smoking away. Dean took a couple more big hits and had Adam finish the rest of the large joint. He could see both the pot and “T” were starting to really work on the unsuspecting eighteen year old. Before Adam finished smoking the joint Dean took the roach from him. He took the last hit from him and leaned in to shotgun the last hit to Adam. With little effort he was soon kissing Adam passionately making the twink even hornier than before from smoking the joint. “Hey Adam, let’s go hang out in my room for a bit. We can watch a video while we relax,” Dean stood up and helped Adam stand up. He grabbed him and kissed the blond twink hard again causing the twink to drop his towel. Dean stroked the six inch dick causing Adam to moan into him. He grabbed the brown bottle and his pack of cigarettes taking Adam’s hand leading him to the room where he’d lose his cherry and take his first poz load. Adam pulled away from Dean heading back to the table. At first, Dean thought it was to grab the bag of rubbers, but Adam grabbed his dropped towel. To make sure Adam didn’t notice the rubbers, Dean wet his middle finger with spit and slid it home in Adam’s virgin cunt. He aimed for the eighteen year old's prostate, which, of course, caused Adam to gasp in pleasure. The “T” laced joint was already beginning to do its work and make Adam horny for cock. Dean worked Adam’s ass for a few minutes before pulling him to a standing position kissing him hard. He continued working the teen’s boy cunt as he kissed him deeply. Finally Dean pulled away smiling at now lust filled Adam. “Ready to go to my room?” he grinned, asking the latest in a long string of victims. “Hell yeah!” Adam panted excitedly. He had never been so horny after smoking a joint. Dean’s fingering felt even better than his own fingers. He desperately needed to feel this man inside him. He hoped Dean would be gentle since was so he was so large and Adam was still a virgin. He knew it would hurt at first but would feel better soon afterwards. Or at least that’s what all the stories on Nifty said. Dean made Adam wear his towel around his neck as they walked to his room. He wanted to do a little advertising for Adam’s later gangbang. He wanted Adam to walk out in the morning with his eighteen year old pussy dripping poz cum from being well fucked by as many men as possible. Dean played with Adam’s ass as they walked pass various men looking or having sex throughout the bathhouse on the way to his room. The poor twink was moaning like a slut and trying to force more of Dean’s fingers into his teen cunt even before they got to the room. Fortunately the walk to Dean's room was only a few seconds, and upon arrival, Adam was hornier than he had ever been in his life. He couldn’t believe how much he wanted this man to fuck him and take his cherry. Dean maneuvered the eighteen year old boy to the bed and finally pulled his fingers from Adam’s hole. He stood over the panting lust filled eighteen year old boy. Dean knew the boy was ready for the next step in stripping away his innocence. Dean finally pulled off his towel exposing to Adam for the first time his red bull can thick cut eight inch fuck stick. The huge mushroom head with its large gold hoop piercing was nearly twice as wide as the cock was thick. Adam had never seen a cock that big or dangerous looking. He had no doubt when Dean finished with him Adam would know what it meant to be fucked. He knew he should be afraid of the dick, but there was an itch building deep inside his hole to feel Dean shoving it in him. It was like he was totally losing his inhibitions. Sure Adam knew some of his inhibitions were lowered by the weed, but this was different. It was like they weren’t even there anymore. Adam needed sex and needed it bad. Dean grabbed one of his famous “T” laced bottles of warming lube; it was time to prime Adam for his first breeding. end of part 1

When I lived down South, this hung top who used to breed me would always talk about this incredible sex party that happened a few times a year. Evidently the thing was in a huge house out in the country with 100 horny men or so. You had to be "invited" of course, and I begged him to get me on the list every time he brought it up. Especially since I'd never been to a party that big before. The next time the party rolled around, I finally got my wish. In my email I had the invitation! And this was the annual "leather party". There were some stipulations-- all guests had to be in some kind of leather gear, there was an entry fee of $20, and you had to show if you RSVP'd or else no more invites. I RSVP'd "yes" and counted down the days. The party was at night and about 2 hours away from where I lived. It really was out in the country some, and the house was indeed huge. I signed in, gave the doorkeeper my $20, put my clothes in the designated area, and then began to wander. There was fucking and sucking EVERYWHERE! It was a two-story house and every room had something going on. There were slings in the garage, along with glory hole booths. There were folks fucking on the deck. Bedrooms were being used for orgy scenes and the walk-in closets were dark hideaways for quickies. I was overwhelmed. I was also so fucking turned on by the scene! Leather daddies and bears and jocks Everywhere I looked. Harnesses, chaps, jocks, caps, hoods-- you name it, I saw it. I was rather modestly decked out in a borrowed harness, jockstrap, and combat boots. Eventually I managed to get my courage up (after a few beers) and I sucked a few guy's cocks in the garage area. I also found a guy willing to sneak into a gloryhole booth with me-- where after a bit of coaxing I bent over and took his raw cock. This guy came quickly, and then said "Dude, don't tell my boyfriend we did this. We agreed that we wouldn't fuck raw tonight." One fuck was all it took. Now that my pump was primed, I was horny and ready to go for more cock! My only problem is that I was sorta shy when it came to getting fucked. I liked it to be just one-on-one, and most of the house was wide open to voyeurs. So I ended up wandering around a lot. During my wanderings, I kept passing by the stairway to the basement which was open, but roped off. There was a red light on down there, but I couldn't tell much beyond that. When I bumped into my fuckbuddy who got me on the party list, I asked him about the basement. "Oh, that's a special fuck dungeon and it's by invitation only.". I asked who did the inviting, and it was the host (whom I hadn't officially met yet). So I asked my buddy if maybe he could wangle me another invite. "Man, I don't know if you want that. It gets pretty hard core down there." I said I'd come this far, why stop now? He said he'd look into it for me. After that I wandered a bit more, sucked some more cock, and then eventually wandered upstairs. In the bedroom many guys were fucking on the bed and there was a guy getting fisted in a portable sling. I stood next to a hot, leather daddy who was in chaps and a harness. I'd noticed this particular daddy all night so far, but he aleays just seemed to be watching. We watched the fisting together and jacked a bit. Eventually I leaned in close and asked if he liked to fuck. He said yeah. I reached down, grabbed his cock, and said "I want this in me, but I like it a bit more private." He led me to the walk-in closet which was pitch dark. I could hear two other guys going at it in there, and the smell of poppers and ass was intoxicating. Daddy shoved me down and I started sucking his cock. It was a thick, uncut 7 incher and I was really enjoying it. Then he spun me around and started eating my ass. "Mmm, tastes like you've already taken a load tonight," he grunted. I said I had. He then said he was gonna fuck some more into me. But before he did, he said he needed to lube me up some more. He fumbled around behind me for a bit, then I felt a small tube slide up my ass. Then he squirted the "lube" in me. Then he positioned his cock behind me while i took a hit of poppers. Then he started fucking me. Hard. After about 5 minutes of fucking, I started to feel funny. Light headed. Disoriented. At first I figured it was the beer and poppers, and having my head down while being bent over and fucked. But it got worse. Soon my arms and legs got really heavy and lethargic and I was so tired I couldn't keep my eyes open. Top daddy had a firm grip on my hips and was still fucking me. Then I blacked out. After that, the details of the night are really hazy. The next thing I remember is seeing a red lightbulb glowing above me, while I was getting both holes fucked in a sling. I can remember feeling a cock thrusting in and out of my mouth and feeling a cock thrusting into my ass. At the time I thought it was one cock and found it odd that it was able to fuck me in two places. The next thing I remember was seeing all these hovering faces around me. They were grinning and saying things, but it sounded like I was under water. There was just a rushing in my ears and everything was so foggy and thick. I foun the rocking motion of the sling quite soothing. I lost all track of time. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, but every time I looked down toward my feet, I would see a different face hovering there. And I could feel the slapping of hips against my ass, but it felt like it was coming from miles away. Everything was so heavy- my head. My arms. My legs. At one point I knee thinking that I needed to escape and I tried to sit up. But several hands pushed me back down and then kindly fed me more poppers. Then there is another blank stretch in my memory. The next time I came around I knew what was going on. I was in the dungeon, in a sling, and being gang banged. There were only 4 guys in the room at this point, one of them was my fuckbuddy. "Dude, what's going on? What's happening to me?" I asked-- even though I really knew. "You said you were looking for an invite to the basement. I guess the host took a liking to you-- mainly because you're such a novice. But he figured you might balk at getting knocked up by a ton of guys, so he... Sorta helped you along." "You mean he drugged me?? Fuck this!! Get me out of here!" I begged. "Why? It's too late. The party's nearly over and 20 guys have already taken their turn and cum in your hole. You might as well just let these last few finish up." I stopped fighting. 20 guys had used my ass as their cumdump?? As I laid there, I felt the guy fucking me stiffen and groan an I knew that load 21 was shooting into me. I asked my buddy for some more poppers, and let the remaining three (my fuckbuddy included) use my ass. I watched them each take a turn, but it was like I was watching someone else get fucked. When my buddy finished up inside me, he helped me down out of the sling, and supported me while I climbed the stairs. He tossed me onto one of the fuckbeds in rhe first floor bedroom and told me to sleep it off. The next thing I remember is waking up in late morning with a chalky mouth, a splitting headache, and a supremely sore ass. It also felt like I needed to take a shit something fierce. I stumbled to the bathroom and sat down. And I swear a pint of cum ran out of my ass. It just kept flowing out of me, burning my raw asshole as it dribbled out. I dressed quickly after that and drove myself that long 2 hour drive home. The whole time freaking out about being drugged... And raped. And used raw by that many guys. And I had paid $20 for it too. Of course I also got hard thinking about it and gave my load to a stall wall in a rest area on the way home.

Martin and Nick walked through the halls of the bathhouse, casually glancing at the other young men roaming about, with all only wearing white towels around their waists. Nick was very comfortable as they strolled about, but Martin found himself more excited and nervous, as it was his first time in a bath house. Martin nearly stopped in his track when he saw Diego walk by. Diego was about 6 ft 2, 150 pounds, nicely tanned and toned just the way Martin favored. Diego gave a slight smile as he passed; and Martin pretended not to be staring all the while. Martin also tried not to stare at the conspicuous bulge underneath Diego's towel that nobody could have missed. "Stay away from him," Nick whispered just as they passed each other. "Why? He's hot!" Martin tried hard to whisper in return. "Eh .. I dunno, but he's 'HIV'" Nick explained. "Ohh .. damn. really? That's a shame. He's soo hot," Martin replied turning back once again hoping to get another glimpse of his new object of desire. Nick was annoyed, " NO, seriously. Don't even talk to him. Somehow, he ends up fucking every guy that approaches him. It ain't worth it." Martin pretended to nod, but was now annoyed at Nick. The guy could probably use a friend, Martin reasoned. Martin also imagined Nick was jealous. They just broke up two weeks ago, and Nick was always trying to cock-block Martin. It was funny that Nick was the one to call it off. Nick had a few extra pounds, and everyone always wondered why Martin was with him. Despite a few hot guys about here and there, Martin found himself secretly hoping he'd bump into Diego again. And Nick was becoming increasingly pesky, Martin decided. About a half hour later, Martin nearly stopped in place once again when he spotted Diego at the opposite side of a dark lounge area. Martin hoped Nick wouldn't notice, and fortunately Nick was fixated on some other guy in the area. Diego spotted Martin and grinned slightly, while making a head nod towards the bathroom door. Diego then entered the men's room, and it was obvious he wanted Martin to follow. "I need to go to the bathroom," Martin told Nick. "I'll be back in a few." Nick barely noticed Martin's departure as he gawked at the guy he was thinking about approaching. Martin had never been so nervous .. sneaking off to see a guy, let along a guy with HIV. He felt oddly compelled, though, to meet Diego. As Martin entered the bathroom, Diego was just finishing up at the urinal. Diego turned once he heard the door, and couldn't help but to turn just enough to give his visitor a brief glimpse of the huge cock that dangled in front of him as he shook it a couple of times. Martin felt embarrassed and short for words. He felt short in other areas now having glanced at the large cock now still bulging under Diego's now-wrapped waist. "Hey, follow me, we can talk more privately here," Diego said as he went towards the "staff only" door in the corner of the men's room, " it's okay, my friend manages the place. We can hang out here." Martin didn't know why, but he found himself immediately obeying his new-found friend into the "staff only" area which turned out to be a small supply closet. Diego locked the door as Martin entered and assured him, "You look nervous. I just want a private place to talk to get to know you. Here, have a seat on a bucket." Martin laughed nervously, but felt more at ease now. He tried not to glance at the bulge under Diego's towel. They both sat and faced each other on their respective buckets. "It's kinda hot in here," Diego said, "I hope you don't mind if i take this off .. besides you kinda saw the only thing I'm hiding here anyways." Diego removed his towel, folded it up, and sat down on his now padded bucket, while his huge dick rested about half way down his thigh. "Oh, sure .. I don't mind," Martin said as he swallowed a bit nervously, "you're really hot." Martin had never been so shy around a guy before, even though he had only dated a few guys since coming out. Was it the HIV status or the mammoth penis that was in front of him that made him tongue-tied? "Thanks, you're hot yourself," Diego replied. "Are you from the area?" "Silver Lake," Martin answered, "on the edge of Hollywood. Are you from here?" "Yeah, West Hollywood," Diego continued, "born and raised here." "I feel so tiny compared to you," Martin said thinking about his slighter body frame, and then realized the double-meaning behind what he said. "You're perfect," Diego complimented "and you're looking quite big down there actually." Martin realized he couldn't hide his erection very well now, despite being much smaller than Diego's soft cock. "Oh .. um" he chuckled. "Sorry .. I just never saw a cock as big as yours and all, and this just kinda happened," and he laughed nervously to himself. He found it difficult to make eye contact as he brought up the question weighing on his mind, "So .. is it true .. you have HIV?" Diego was prepared for the question and said, "Yeah, I'm poz. But don't worry this thing isn't going to just wake up and crawl up your butt without your permission." Martin looked up from his feet and laughed a little, "Is it true you've fucked a lot of guys?" Diego knew his reputation preceded him, "Yeah, I've fucked a lot of guys." "Did they know you were poz?" Martin asked. "Yeah, I always tell them," said Diego. "Wow, and they still want to get fucked?" Martin asked, in disbelief. "Yeah .. I guess lots of them like a big cock; and never had one before. A few of them might be chasers," Diego explained. "Chasers?" Martin asked inquisitively. "Yeah .. bug chasers. People that are turned on by guys with HIV. I've met a few. Something about the risk of getting pozzed while they get fucked gets them turned on. For them, it's the best fuck they ever have," Diego elaborated. "Wow. I never heard of that. I can see people wanting your cock, though," Martin said now staring fully at it; and feeling incredibly turned on. "I'm also undetectable," Diego went on, "so the risk of my passing on HIV is pretty low right now. I take really good care of myself." Martin found himself contemplating having the big cock in front of him enter him, and felt his cock throbbing at the thought of it. It's a low risk, Martin thought to himself. And this guy is so hot, and his cock is perfect, Martin kept thinking. "You're kinda shy," Diego said, "lemme make this easy for you." Diego stood up directly in front of Martin and brushed his big soft cock against Martin's face. Martin instinctively opened up and wrapped his mouth about the tip and slowly started sucking on it while it came to life and quickly hardened. "Damn, you're good," Diego said after gasping for a moment .."very good. Suck that cock." Martin could barely get half-way down the long thick cock in front of him, but expertly sucked and licked as much as he could. He couldn't believe he was sucking on a poz cock, but was so turned on by the huge dick, he didn't care anymore. Martin reached down and pulled his cock out from his towel and stroked it as he sucked on Diego's big cock. Diego moaned and asked, "You want that big cock up your ass?" Martin stopped sucking for a moment and was nervous again, "Ummm .. I dunno. Let me just suck on it some more for now" and Martin went back to giving head. Moments later, both were startled by a knock at the door. "Martin , it's Nick. I know you're in there! C'mon man, you better not be with Diego." Martin felt a sense of panic, like a kid being caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Diego was annoyed, "Go away. We're busy." Nick was agitated, "Oh my god, Martin are you in there? Don't let that poz guy fuck you!" Diego grabbed Martin by the back of the head and aimed his cock at Martin's mouth. Martin now felt unusually turned on by the heated exchange and resumed sucking on Diego's cock as best as he could. A few moments later, Nick pounded on the door again, "Martin, come out! Come out now!" Martin and Diego ignored Nick. Moreover, Martin now felt compelled to let Diego have his ass. Martin stopped sucking, and got down on all fours. Diego immediately knew to take position, and spit onto his hand, applied it to his tip; and slowly started to enter Martin from behind. For the moment, Martin forget about Diego's HIV status. He just wanted to get back at Nick for being such a dick and he felt overwhelmed by letting his ass get fucked while his ex was on the other side of the door. Diego eased the first couple inches of himself into Martin; and Martin gasped and tried to stifle his moan. Diego continued to move into the tight smooth ass presented to him, while Martin clenched his jaw and tried to accommodate the massive cock making its entrance. The next few knocks on the door by Nick did nothing but heighten the excitement both Martin and Diego were feeling. Now that Diego was several small thrusts into Martin, he knew that there was no stopping him now. Emboldened by his success, he raised his voice and directed some remarks through the door, "Go away, man. I'm trying to fuck someone here." Nick was in shock and irate and pounded on the door, "Goddamnit Martin! Stop! Let me in. This is fucked up!" Martin had past the point of anxiety and pain; and had succumbed to the pleasure that was his ass getting filled up by big cock and felt increasingly defiant, "Fuck off, Nick! Go away!" Diego felt confirmed by Martin's words; and picked up his pace and eventually was fucking Marting with at least seven of this nine inches with deliberate jabs; that prompted a grunt with each push. Martin's voice was raised; and he abandoned his resolve to hide his vocal responses. "Unh! Unh! Unh!" Martin blurted; as Diego plowed at his hole. "Martin! Please stop!!" Nick begged from the opposite side of the door. Both Diego and Martin were now incredibly turned on not just by the hot fuck they were having; but by the jealousy and rage of Nick's display. Diego made sure that everything he said was loud enough for Nick to hear. "You like that poz cock up your ass?" Diego elicited. "Yes! Fuck yes!" Martin nearly yelled. Nick pounded on the door a few more times, only encouraging more hardcore fucking. "That's right, take my big cock, you little whore!" Diego barked. "Oh .. my .. OH .. feels so good" Martin could barely sputter. Martin could barely think straight. He was as surprised as he was happy at how good such a massive cock could feel in his tight hole. He didn't imagine he could feel such pleasure. And he couldn't help but to think that a poz cock was inside him; and somehow it didn't matter anymore. In fact, it was great that his ex was hearing him get fucked by a hot guy with a huge cock; and he relished in the thought that a guy with hiv was now pounding his hole on top of that. "You want more poz cock?!" Diego asked. "YES!" Martin was nearly shouting, "More. Please fuck me more. MORE! MORE! MORE!" Nick was beyond pissed. He shouted through the door, "You're a fucking whore, Martin. You're gonna get AIDS and die, you fucking whore. I hope you enjoy your fuck!" And then Nick stormed off, but not before he could hear Martin's only response "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Diego picked up his pace and now as delivering all nine inches into Martin with deliberate and forceful strokes. "Oh shit!" Martin yelled, ".. feels ... so .. fucking .. good!" "Are you ready for my load?" Diego asked. Martin was nearing the edge of the most intense orgasm he felt building within him. "Fuck yeah! Give it to me!" Martin yelled. Diego drilled relentlessly. Martin felt the huge cock get even bigger in his ass and knew a climax was near. "HERE IT COMES!!!" Diego exclaimed as he unloaded deep with Martin's ass. "OH FUCK!!!!" Martin cried as he felt his ass get slick and then jizzed all over the floor beneath him. Diego grabbed Martin's head and kissed him from behind as he continued to pump his jizz up Martin's butt. Martin darted his mouth into Diego's mouth and gladly welcomed the hot cum deep inside him.

On the first somewhat hot day I went outside to a famous cruising area. During the first hour I had no success as I was approached only by guys to whom I was not attracted. At some point I went to my car for a drink and en route noticed a hot black guy walking around. He texted me on grindr (lol) I told him I'd be right back. En route to the car, I was distracted as I sucked a dude to completion. Then I went back to the black guy. We talked a bit and then I sucked him off, swallowing his cum. This meant I got two loads in all of ten minutes!. We talked some more and he commented he wanted to know how slutty I was,, given I had swallowed his cum, so when he got hard again I sucked more. A friend of his joined us, and ended up fucking me while the black guy's dick was in my mouth. The fucker came in my ass and the black dude shot his second load in my mouth. We talked some more and decided he should fuck me next time. As it turned out, he worked quite lose to my place so that should be soon. We said our goodbyes and I walked to my car where I noticed a couple checking me out. They wanted to get sucked, so down on my knees I went. The hunger one also fucked me. Both ended up shooting in my mouth and I swallowed both loads. Then I decided to call it quits. However another dude had seen me and wanted my dick, ass and mouth. I fucked him. He fucked me. And we sucked each other. He shot in my mouth. I was a bit disappointed he hadn't cum in my ass, but all in all, I 'had' six guys, two threesomes, and three dicks in my ass, one load in the ass and had swallowed six loads. Gonna be a hot summer!

My partner and I live a couple of doors down from another gay couple with whom, for the last few years, we've been friendly, and with whom we occasionally have gotten together for drinks and some fun, which means we have usually ended-up in bed shagging. I usually took a load from each of the other guys, and occasionally give a load to one of the couple. They're a bit older than us and both tops (mostly). Anyhow, last night they had a young friend staying with them. The visitor was a really cute guy in his 20's, with dark features and a gorgeous bubble butt. After a good few drinks we were all feeling the horn, so to speak, but the cute young guy was a bit reluctant to do anything and was holding out, so my partner and one of the older couple went upstairs together to get things started, while the three of us who remained downstairs had another drink. The general plan was to take things slowly - just for the younger guy. Anyway, it turned-out he wasn't so shy after all! My neighbour and I started by getting naked and playing with each other, sucking each other off, while the young lad, who was still dressed, just watched. After several minutes of sucking my neighbour, I climbed onto his lap and slipped my hole over his nice thick knob. I rode him for a few minutes when the young lad finally gave in and started sucking me off as I got fucked. Wow it was hot. After a couple of minutes of being blown I couldn't stand it anymore: the lad's gorgeous ass was begging for it. "Can I fuck you?" I asked. Without missing a beat he agreed, so, even as my neighbour's dick was lodged in my ass, I leaned back onto my elbows and the young lad sat on my cock. It took a while for him to work onto it but soon he was happily bouncing away. My neighbour and I were happy to watch this gorgeous lad having fun, and of course I got the front view of his hard cock bouncing up and down whilst my neighbour got the gorgeous ass view (although, of course, eventually we asked him to turn around, just to vary the view!) To keep things fair, after a while I slipped my ass off my neighbour and told the lad to come off me and swap cocks. I watched for a bit as he got fucked, hoping he'd suck me off, but no luck, but then I thought to ask "Would you take both of us at the same time?" Once again the lad was open to the suggestion, and as he was well loosened by now, the neighbour and I got him positioned and worked both our cocks up into his hole. He repeatedly groaned, saying he couldn't take it but a bit of persistence and a lot of poppers and we were in! It was fucking lovely and he also loved it. My neighbour came first, and blew his load into the lad's ass, even as my cock was still deeply lodged. Mmmm. Then my neighbour pulled out and I kept fucking until I exploded in the lad's guts. What a great night. My partner and the other neighbour missed the lot, even if they had their own fun.

Met a nice blatino on A2A. 40s, wonderful gym body, and a dick to die for. Must have been about 7 inches long, thick like a beer can, very solid and veiny. His wife was out of town and wanted some man2man. Got to his town house, he opened the door wearing only a robe with the front open, his erect dick bobbing and shiny from lube. Gay porn played on his laptop and he was jacking off trying to edge himself to build up a load. No words were exchanged but I instantly got on my knees as the door shut. He grabbed me by the back of the head and slid his cock down my throat. I tried hard not to puke my guts up as he fucked my mouth. After a few mintues, which seemed like an eternity because I was holding my breath the entire time, he grabbed me by tank top and led me to the couch. He yanked my clothes off and pushed me on my back. Getting between my legs, he got his lube bottle and squirted a super generous amount in me after pulling out a butt plug I was wearing. "Good..." he hissed. "Your hole should be loosened up by now, no need for us to fuck around with foreplay." He grabbed on to my one leg that was on his shoulder and guided his cock into my hole with the other. He slowly pushed into the entrace of my boi pussy but I let out a yelp when his thickness stretched out my inner ring. "Shut up bitch and take it!" he scolded. He grabbed my buttplug off the floor and rammed it in my mouth to muffle my screams. He held his hand over my mouth, the other around my neck, and proceeded to mercilessly fuck my hole until his balls was slapping my ass cheeks. His dick battered my insides as it didn't make it past the curve and it felt like he was going to tear me apart. I felt light headed as I couldn't breath too well plus he was cutting off blood to my brain with his grip around my neck. He fucked me like a madman, a grudge fuck beyond comparison. Just as I was about to pass out, my dick erupted and spasamed, shooting my load skyward and all over my chest and stomach. "Hehe....good, good, I made you cum like a lil bitch, now we gonna get serious!" Most times, after cumming, I like to rest as the fuck feeling wears off. I felt totally not into fucking anymore because I came so hard but I knew stopping wasn't an option with this guy. He got me on the rug face down and he straddled my legs. Shoving himself back into my hole, he then put his full body weight and fucked me hard. He grunted and swore has he tore my ass up. His strokes became shallow and quick as he pushed as deep as he could in me. His cock head was pushed right up against my walls when I felt jets of lava hot cum blast my insides. One, two, three....he kept cumming, his thick cock spasmimg and twitching in me. Four, five, six, man how cum did this guy have?! Seven, eight, nine, TEN spurts! Lord he must have shot a gallon of nut in me. He layed on tip of me for a couple of minutes more, slowly fucking me. I squeezed my hole and pushed my ass up to coax the rest out of him. He finally got off of me, slapped my ass, and went to the bathroom. I reached down and felt my battered cunt. The cool air rushed up in me as I couldn't shut my gaping hole. I scooped up his semen tainted red with my blood. He must have stretched me out real good or ruptured an internal hemorrhoid. I started to put my clothes back on when he stepped out of the bathroom. He was stroking his semi hard cock. "No no bitch, where you going? I'm not done with you yet. I had to take a piss break but we only starting." He led me by the hand a to his bedroom. He got on his back and told me to service him with my mouth like a whore. I got on all fours and did as he wished. Grabbing the base of his cock, the bathed his cock with my tongue and saliva. I could taste the sweet manliness of his semen as well as the saltiness of his piss and bittnerness of my the blood from my ass. The mixed flavors danced in my mouth as I licked different parts of his manhood. I took one of his testicles in my mouth and gently sucked, then the other one, then both. They felt hot on my tongue. I imagined them working on overdrive, building up another steamy load for me. I cupped his balls with one hand, stroked his shaft with the other as my mouth and tongue flicked across the head of his dick until precum leaked out and his member was fully engorged again. He got out from under me and got behind. My hole, still gaping open, slick with cum and lube, made it easier for him to penetrate me. He fucked me slower this time, methodical, enjoying the sensations my boi pussy brought to his dick. He pushed my face into the pillows and arched my back like a bitch in heat. I spread my ass cheeks with my hangs to give him a nice visual of my slutty nature. I could smell his wife's perfume in the pillow and it made me hornier, knowing I was the "other woman", the homewrecking whore that her man is fucking in her bed. I got on top and managed to get his dick past the curve in my ass. I bucked and grinded as he grabbed on to my hips to guide me. I became his live fuck toy, manhandling me for his pleasure. I squatted on his dick and racked my hips in a circular motion, ensuring his cock touched every wall in my boi pussy. He threw his head back and groaned, shooting his essence in me again. His demeanor softened as we cuddled. I was the inside spoon, my head nestled on one of his large biceps as his other arm wrapped around me. His dick was only semi-soft so he was able to slow fuck me in a lucid, about to fall asleep state. He played with my dick until he got me to cum. I shot off three weak spurts, as if my own dick was ashamed to be in the presence of such a magnificent penis like the one in me. We dozed off for an hour then woke up to fuck again. This man was unbelievable. He wad so virile, it left little wonder as to why there were five kids in a family portrait on his dresser. The fifth fuck session was especially hot. The little nap restored his mojo and we fucked like beasts. Again he has me on my stomach as he long stroked my aching hole. Just then his cell phone rang. It was his wife checking up on him. "Ai mami.... Yeah I'm good, just getting up.... How's the kids?" He turns me over on my back and continues to fuck me slowly. I try with all my might not to moans as his cock rubs against my sweet spot. I playfully squueze my ass around his cock, making him stutter. He winks as me, slaps my ass, and puts his finger over his mouth to signal me cut it out. "Ya ya.... Missin' you too.... Aiight mami.... Luv ya..." He ends the call, tosses the cell aside, and gets on top of me. "So bitch, you wanna fuck with me when I'm talking to my wife? i'm gonna show you something..." He licks then bites my nipple, shoving him self deep in me. He sits up, pinches my nipples hard and power fucks me. I scream in pleasure and pain as the slapping noises from our bodies echoes in the room. Light from the morning sun creeps through the shades, painting us in an odd crimson color. He holds on to me tightly as he cums yet again. A nice juicy load, not a weak one that you'd expect after already cumming four times. My slutty side was slightly jealous that I could not completely drain him. We rested a lil bit then I had to leave. He slips the buttplug back into me, trapping his jizz in my slutty boi hole. After im dressed, he walks me to the door. He pulls me in close to him. I'm expecting a kiss, a nice romantic one. Not the type he gave me before, where he rammed his tongue down my throat or licked my face. I look up into his eyes, tilt my head. I close my eyes. I hear a chuckle then pain was he grabs my balls. "Hell no bitch, I aint in love with you!" he spits at me. "You go home and rest, I'm gonna call you later. My wife is gone for a week, so you gonna take her place and be my pussy!" He pushes me out the door and locks it. An elderly neighbor is out getting her newspaper. Im dressed in booty shorts, long socks, and a tank top. I can almost hear her think the words "Faggot!" as she looks me over in a scowl. I finally get home. I try to sneak in but my roomie is already up, brushing her teeth. She asks what happened to me last nite. I tell her that I was just hanging out with some friends. She looks doubtful as she probably can smell the cum on me and see the handprints on my ass/thighs and around my neck. I hurry past her. Having dick down my throat all night made it a little irritated. I let out a hard cough. It dislodges the buttplug which sends sends it tumbling out my shorts, causung a really wet cum fart. Jizz plasters a big wet spot on my shorts and pours down my inner thighs. My face turns red. "Mmm hmm..." my roomie says under her breath, giggling " You fuckin gay slut..."

PART 8 Daddy lifted up high the funnel followed by the chalice. He began to slowly pour the piss into the funnel. I watched as the liquid raced through the clear tubing toward me. I felt a gush of warm liquid fill my mouth. My reflexes were overwhelmed momentarily but my brain reacted as did I and the warm liquid was swallowed quickly. I saw Daddy pour more and more warm liquid from his chalice baptising my throat as I swallowed every drop until there was none left. My body yearned for more but never would I demand it. I would satisfy myself with what he gave me . . . and rejoice. The funnel was lowered and the chalice set on a shelf. "Good boy," Daddy said with a very pleased smile on his face. "Don't be concerned. You obeyed without protest or hesitation. Be honest: Was that the first time?" I shook my head yes. Daddy looked into my eyes deeply and found satisfaction with my truth. He patted me on my head. "If you are as willing and obedient for your next training, you will drink again." He turned to his bag once more selecting items finally laying them on the shelf. Even if I had had the ability to speak I would not have said a word. This man was a god to me. My only consternation was that I could not answer why he was. I satisfied myself with knowing it was a truth which I could not and would not reject. I was his as far as I was concerned. I belonged to a Daddy whom I had met less than an hour ago. But, it was right. I refocused and found Daddy snapping a leather device around my balls which also draped down covering them. There were some chains attached. His work went quickly. He ceremoniously picked up a weight which was attached to a long chain. He moved the weight and chain up over my body draping it over my left shoulder. When he released the weight, the chain went taut snapping into place as my balls were yanked upward where they had been lying. I strained my head forward and saw both balls wrapped in a leather item that had three chains coming from it with the other ends in an O-ring where the long chain went up and over my shoulder. There was a suddenness that caused a quick muffled cry from me. I hushed at my Daddy's soothing voice of expert paternity. I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. Daddy picked up another item and stood beside me. He unscrewed the item, pinched my left nipple and pulled it as far from my body as he could. Carefully, he began to tighten the screw causing two black rubber coated bars to close together. Once caught in the snare, Daddy released his hold on my nipple adjusting the bars more easily. When he reached a point that I began to thrash about, he backed out the screw but left it decidedly making its presence known. He repeated the same process on my right nipple. I was by this time almost in tears of joy. He looked down at his handiwork and smiled at me. I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. "Daddy's white boys must be scrubbed clean. Did you scrub yourself clean before coming here tonight?" he asked. I shook my head up and down. "Good. Did you scrub yourself clean inside before coming here tonight?" he asked. I lay there; I didn't know what he meant. I cleaned myself but I didn't scrub myself. I thought hard trying to decipher what he meant. It made no sense. I could tell my forehead was furrowed in confusion. Time was passing and Daddy needed an answer. It had to be the truth, so, I moved my head from side to side. "Your Daddy didn't think you had. You cleaned yourself inside, yes, but you did not scrub yourself inside. That's okay that you haven't. Your Daddy is prepared. This time your Daddy will do it for you," he said soothingly. With every whispered mesmerizing word, I became more relaxed. He wasn't angry with me as I was anticipating. I would have to learn what he meant and prepare myself for any future times. He reached down to his bag, retrieved something and went to stand at my butt. I felt his fingers pushing my buttocks apart followed by a prickly feel at my hole. "This will hurt a bit but you want me to do it, don't you? You want me to scrub away the old so that you can be given a new life, don't you?" he asked quietly. I shook my head up and down vigorously. A sharp scratching feeling invaded me. It was being turned as the sharp feeling went further and further inside me. I tried to bolt upright. Daddy chuckled withdrawing and continued turning whatever it was inside me. I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do.

Got two poz loads in my ass right now. Also gave two loads tonight.

“Mind if I booty bump the slut some more Dean?” Jack asked holding up the film canister and shaking it. “Nope that’s what it’s for Jack,” Dean replied with an evil smirk. Jack smiled back as he opened the canister shaking out a nice sized shard and then shook some powder on the head of his already cum covered cock head. One of the older bear couple grabbed Adam’s legs and pulled them back so Jack could drop the shard in the boy’s open hole. Jack took the boy’s legs back and lined his cock with the opening. As he shoved his thick nine inch cock in the moaning twink balls deep in a single thrust he announced to the gathered room, “Now it’s time to really knock this slut’s ass up with some poz loads.” Adam yelped as the mysterious man’s cock punched through his hole to bury its self deeper than anything ever had before. Dean’s thick cock had stretched him open enough the man’s girth did not really hurt only stung slightly. He could not believe how good it felt to have another cock inside his now incredibly hungry hole. Jack groaned in pleasure as his thick nine-inches wrapped its self in the barely-legal boy’s spooge lubed fiery hot fuck tunnel. He gazed deep into Adam’s formally bright blue eyes, now dazed and darkened by the Tina wanting forever to remember this moment as he helped poz the newly born cumslut. The nearly hairless twink’s toned skateboarder 5’6”, 120 lbs. body turned him on unbelievably. It reminded him to the first young teen twink he stealthed after discovering his cheating youthful lover had pozzed him. He smoked the boy up after picking him up from a coffee house, taking him to a nearby sleazy motel taking his cherry and his health. Adam started to whimper after the man quickly started to withdraw his dick. “Please don’t stop…you feel so good,” Adam found himself begging the skeleton-like man. “Oh ya the lil’ neg twink slut likes poz raw dick,” Jack laughed loudly as he grinned at the others standing around him watching him begin his assault on the no longer innocent eighteen-year old deflowered virgin twink. “Don’t worry bitch, I’m nowhere near finished with your lil’ boy neg pussy,” he leered at young teen, who didn’t even look legal enough to be in the bathhouse, as he shoved his death stick back in as hard as he could. “Your fuckin’ cunt will be dripping with my poz load soon enough slut.” “Poz load?” The chemmed up eighteen-year old started to ask, before the older skeleton-like man pulled back out and slammed back inside him even harder than before slapping his balls against his upturned smooth ass. The amazing feeling of the anonymous man’s long thick meat distracted him long enough to forget what he was asking the group of men around him as he begged for it harder and faster. The men watching Adam laughed at his naivety at not realizing they were pozzing him. Dean smiled to himself as he realized Adam before the night was out would be begging men to feed him their dirty loads. If by the time all, the men in the room were finished with him and the clueless boy didn’t understand what was going on, he would tell Adam after he was strapped in the sling in the Pig Room when he booty bumped and slammed the teen again. It would be hot watching the tweaked boy beg for the gift to set him free. Adam groaned as he felt the unknown man’s balls slap repeatedly against his ass cheeks. He loved the feeling and sound of them smacking him hard turning him on even more than before. Dean’s dick had stretched him open wide, but this guy was going for depth. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to have his ass filled with another dick. He was so lost in the pleasure of the older man’s long thick meat pummeling him; his drugged brain didn’t register the poz talk of the men around him. All he just wanted was to have the man cum inside him as Dean had. He loved the feel of hot, thick, gooey jizz filling his ass. Dean’s load felt unbelievable as a lube helping the older man pound his ass. “FUCK BITCH! YOU WANT THIS MUTHA-FUCKIN’ POZ LOAD DON’T YOU?” Jack growled loudly as he switched from rapid pummeling to forceful long-dicking making sure the boy felt every inch of his fuck-tool as he slammed back inside making sure to tear up newly corrupted cumdump. “YES!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!! COME ON GIVE ME THAT LOAD!!!” Adam howled nearly out of his mind from the fucking he was receiving from the older man ravishing his hole. “BEG ME BITCH TO POZ YOUR HOLE,” commanded Jack as he kicked into high gear completely pulling out, before slamming back inside the horny tweaked teen. “BEG…SLUT!...TELL…ME…TO…POZ…YOUR…NEG…BOY…PUSSY!” He demanded punctuating each word with a powerful thrust back inside the teen pinned beneath him. He felt his balls drawing tight as they prepared to fire three days worth of his death seed in the drugged angelic-looking blond twink. “POZ MY NEG BOY PUSSY!!! Adam squealed wanting Jack to fill him with his gooey man-juice, not realizing what he was begging the older man to do to him. In his drugged mind, he thought he was just wanting the man to cum, just as Dean had before in him. Seeing the twisted innocent-looking boy beg for his toxic load pushed Jack over the edge as he pulled out one last time before slamming his pulsing fuck-meat deep back inside the newly-born cumdump. “FUCKIN’ TAKE MY POZ LOAD!!! He howled in triumph as his cock fired six powerful jets of poz jizz flooding the previously already filled fuck tunnel. His thick load oozed out from around his impaled fleshy butt-plug. Although, Adam was leaking precum like crazy and he was hornier than he had ever been before in his life his dick wouldn’t get hard. However, the fantastic feelings emanating from his ass distracted him from being concerned about this disturbing fact. Normally he generally was constantly hard when horny. He loved the way the unknown older man’s nine-inch thick cock had felt fucking him. The way he had pulled all the way out before slamming deep back inside him was incredible, Adam hoped the man would fuck him again after the others had fucked him. Adam whimpered as he felt the semi-hard fuck-pole begin to slide from his ass. He wanted the man to stay inside him for as long as possible. The men around him laughed as they watched the exit of the thick cock from him and the flow of jizz from his now gaping hole. “Batter up guys, the slut needs more poz loads by the sound of it,” he chuckled moving out of the way for the next man to mount the twisted twink. “Well I guess it’s me, since they want to spit-roast the cumdump when they gift him,” smiled the 6’7”, 370 lbs. college football jock as he climbed between Adam’s spread legs. Evan couldn’t believe he was about to fuck and help gift one of his favorite wet dreams from when he had been a senior at the same high school. Adam was just a sophomore when Evan first saw him changing in the locker room. He wanted the boy’s tight lil’ ass from the first time he saw Adam bent over drying his ankles by his locker. Unfortunately, Evan had to maintain the image he was straight during High school. He did though manage to fuck a couple of the team managers and towel boys while in school, because they knew he would beat the crap out of them if they ever told anyone what happened. College though turned out to be a different story. Sometimes the parties got so wild everyone was fucking anyone they found, that was how he got pozzed the year before at a college party. Some wealthy alumni threw a party after winning a bowl game, everyone was so wasted he did not think anything of it when the alumni told him some of his friends wanted to meet him and parTy with the man who had scored the winning touchdown. The man escorted him out to a large pool house, which looked more like a regular two-story house. A small, much more intimate party was going on when Evan and the man reached the pool house. About twelve or so men, obviously all former football players were having a goodtime smoking weed, and something else from a glass pipe and drinking when they entered, the living room. They all cheered him when the man introduced him to the men at the party. Somebody handed him a mixed drink, which tasted a little weird, but he didn’t care as each of the men introduced themselves and kept him busy talking about school and the game and his life to that point. It turned out all were alumni of the school and they told him they hoped he would be a positive influence on incoming players, much like they had positive influences on their fellow players. He politely told them he hoped that he could follow their example. They laughed assuring him after that night there would be no doubt in their minds he would definitely have a positive impact on anyone else he wanted in the future. Evan seemed surprised, but secretly pleased there were no women at the gathering. It enabled him to relax and be more himself. He still tried to act straight, while at college parties though he and a few of his buddies from the team had fapped or sucked one another off after a party when they had been horny and unable to pick up any girls. All of the men seemed relaxed and comfortable with one another, at some point, he couldn’t remember when, they had taken off their tee shirts and were now only dressed in their shorts. He found it hard to resist looking at the obvious bulges in their shorts. Several of the men, actually had hardons and were pitching some serious tent in their shorts. This in turn made him hornier than he had been in a longtime. They told him since the season was over they invited him join them in celebrating by smoking a lil’ weed and kick back with them. He hadn’t been able to 420 since high school, so he was excited at the prospect. They passed around a joint at first, but later someone passed him a bong. Jason was having the best time of his life. He was hanging out with a bunch of cool men, who seemed interested in him as much as he was interested in them. He was sitting on the couch talking to one particularly handsome man, when he heard a familiar voice. “Hey Evan, having fun yet?” Evan looked up pleasantly surprised to see his best buddy from the team, Ethan the quarterback standing there giving him a huge grin. He could resist himself standing up giving the smaller 5’ 10”, 160 lbs. player a huge hug and barely managing to stop short of kissing the hot quarterback. The two of them had on more than one occasion after a party had sucked one another off. Ethan had introduced him to the pleasure of having his ass played with while getting a blowjob. “How did you know where to find me?” Evan asked inviting his buddy to join him on the couch. “My Uncle Davis, always throws one of these Positive Impact parties every year. I got to be the guest of honor finally last year, and when he asked me to pick someone to be the guest of honor this year I told him I couldn’t think of anyone more perfect than you dude,” he smiled reaching out sensually to caress Evan’s mostly smooth chest. “I see you’ve already gotten comfortable, so I guess I better too,’ he giggled. Evan looked down surprised to see he was only wearing his boxers. He couldn’t remember taking off his clothes. He looked back up getting ready to say something to Ethan about being so fucked up he didn’t remember stripping and to apologize to his friend, when he saw Ethan standing there in front of him completely naked, boned out and grinning at him. One of the men was holding a small powerful torch-like lighter under a bulbous glass pipe quickly filling with thick white smoke, while Ethan steadily sucked in its contents. He looked around the room to see how all the men were reacting to the sight of the nineteen-year old naked sophomore. He realized he was the only one wearing any clothes and all of the men were completely boned up, including him. The man sitting next to him offered him a similar glass pipe directing on how to use it, telling him to hold the smoke in as long as he could. Before Evan realized it, he had taken five massive hits from the pipe and finally shared the last one with Ethan, who was by then sitting in his lap. The shotgun quickly turned into a passionate bout of kissing between the two-college football players. When they finally stopped kissing one of the men passed to teammates a couple of pills a piece to take. Evan followed Ethan’s lead and took them without question, before they shared a few more hits of a glass pipe. Evan was unbelievably horny as the result of everything happening to him, whenever he looked around the room when hitting the pipe he saw all the men engaged in all sorts of sexual activity, which in turn made him even hornier. Finally, Ethan climbed off his lap taking his hand and led him to a large upstairs room with a strange looking swing hanging from the ceiling. He helped Evan climb into the swing, while some of the men, who had followed them upstairs secured his arms and legs into restraints so he couldn’t move and was now completed exposed and open to them. “Ethan tells me you’re one hell of a cocksucker Evan,” said the man who had led him out to the pool house. He was surprised to see Ethan engaged in a passionate kiss with the man, before sliding down to his knees and taking the older man’s cock in his mouth. “My lil’ nephew cumslut here,” he said pausing as he firmly griped Ethan’s curly locks and started to brutally face-fuck his friend, “told me he thought you would be a perfect addition to our lil’ college brotherhood and I couldn’t agree more especially after your spectacular win today. We’re going to initiate you now into our Positive Impact Brotherhood and you will be a changed man by the time you leave here,” he laughed as Evan felt someone begin to rim him for the first time in his life. The men used him for the remainder of the weekend. Now he was going to do the same to Adam. He couldn’t wait finally to tap Adam’s ass after so many years. Evan doubted Adam remembered him, since he had really bulked out in college and grown his hair longer. He intended to tell Adam who he was once he slid inside his boy cunt. He was certain Adam had been a closet case as he had been and probably fapped to images of his naked body in the shower. Now he was going to make those fantasies a reality. Evan stared down at the chemmed up newly born cumslut grinning. Other than growing a few inches taller and filling out some muscles he looked almost exactly as he had the first day he had seen Adam bent over in the locker room. It was time to show his wet dream what he wanted to do to him that day. “Hey Adam, do you remember me from Robert Lewis?” Evan asked the barely eighteen-year old as he reached down pulling one of Adam’s slender, toned lightly haired legs against his muscular chest, while he pulled the other leg around his waist. Evan wanted to go for maximum penetration with his thick wedged-shaped seven-inches. It took Adam a minute to process what the jock had said to him before he realized who was about to breed him. Evan Brown, who had been a senior when he was a sophomore at Robert Lewis, his high school. He had been a football god, who was recruited to Florida State after graduation. He had several hot and nasty fantasies involving the senior, most of them involving fucking Adam in the showers with some of the other players from the team. This was like a dream come true for him. He couldn’t help himself, “Fuck and breed me please I NEED YOU COCK!!!” Adam begged. The hunger in his ass was growing and it would only be satisfied with more cock loading his ass. “I wanted you to fuck me Evan, since I first saw you in the locker room,” he found himself confessing unexplainably. It was like all his fantasies were coming to the surface and he wanted to tell these men, so they could fulfill each and everyone of them. He felt so nasty and slutty, but found himself enjoying the freedom his thoughts were giving him. Evan teasingly pushed his cockhead against Adam’s now red puffy loose hole coating it with the leaking loads of toxic man-seed. He loved listening to Adam whimper in frustrated desire for his cock. Seeing the twisted teen-slut begging for his fuck tool and load turned him on incredibly. The twink was going to get the fuck he should have gotten so many years before, and he would remember it for the rest of his life. He pulled back watching Adam try to use his one leg wrapped around his thick waist to pull him inside his hungry teen pussy, but he knew the small teen couldn’t budge his more powerful frame. Evan reached down grabbing and opening the film canister of Tina sprinkled some of the powder on his cum coated dick head. He smiled taking out another shard, before pushing it quickly inside the loose fuck hole he was about to inject with his still unmedicated seed. Just as Adam started to moan about the burn of the Tina as it began to melt inside him, Evan slammed his dick balls deep in the now broken in cumslut. “Is this what you wanted Adam?” he growled lustfully at the now impaled teen. If you do then beg for it and make me believe you really wanted my cock in high school I’ll fuck you like I know you wanted it,” he grinned as he ground his buried dick in small circles making Adam moan like a ten-dollar whore. Suddenly his high school fantasy, Evan, yanked his thick cock from his hole. Adam stared in desperation deep into the eyes of the powerfully built football player, who still had him pinned to the bed in the room at the bathhouse. He didn’t care about anything else but getting Evan’s meat back inside him. He would promise or do anything to feel the thick cock buried in his teen pussy, because that was what it was now. A receptacle for men’s cocks and jizz, he couldn’t imagine not ever being fucked again. “OH GOD…PLEASE! PLEASE…FUCK…ME…EVAN!!! I NEED YOUR COCK IN ME!!!” Adam wailed, begging for Evan’s cock. “I’LL DO ANYTHING…PLEASE JUST FUCK ME!!!” He cried out in frustration and need for more cock in his now insatiable hungry hole. “Anything?” Evan chuckled looking at all the men surrounding Adam, before looking back down at the desperate chemmed up twink. “Anything at all?” “YES…I PROMISE…ANYTHING YOU WANT!!! PLEASE…FUCK ME…PLEASE!!!” Bending down close to Adam’s baby smooth face, Evan using a loud stage whisper, “I want you to beg me to fuck you full of my HIV positive charged load and poz you.” Adam shuddered as Evan’s request began to process slowly through his drug-addled brain. Had both of the previous men been positive? He remembered Dean, the man who had taken his virginity demanding he beg for his “charged” load. The next man had also made him beg for his “poz” cum, they had purposely fucked him without a rubber and tricked him into wanting their deadly loads. He knew he should stop and leave. Maybe he could get something to help stop it from happening to him. He didn’t want to die, he had his whole life ahead of him. Yet as much as he mentally thought he should leave the bathhouse, his body wanted something else. It wanted to feel more raw cock sliding inside of his ass, filling him with warm, thick, gooey spooge. He couldn’t deny how pleasurable it had been to feel the previous two men pumping their loads in him. Maybe it would be okay for him to take a few poz loads, after all Dean and Evan looked like they were healthy. He whimpered as Evan slipped two fingers in his ass beginning to finger fuck him as he tried to figure out what to do. In the end, the hunger in his ass won out and Adam surrendered to the pleasure his body desired. “Yes do it,” Adam lustfully whispered finally. Evan grinned realizing he won, Adam now would willing surrender his body to the will of the men, who wanted to use him as a cumdump. “Yes do what Adam? You have to tell me what you want,” he continued sliding a third a finger in the teen beneath him making Adam moan loudly. “Adam, you need to tell me what you want or I won’t give you my Johnson.” Adam could barely think straight, as Evan’s pumping fingers stoked the building fire in his ass. He didn’t care what the future held anymore he NEEDED dick and cum filling his ass. He wanted as much as these men could give him. “FUCK ME EVAN!!! GIVE ME YOUR FAT COCK!!!” He finally howled now desperate to get more cock in his boy pussy. Evan laughed as he began to pump his fingers in and out even faster of his high school wet dream. “I will when you ask properly like I told you to ask me,” he smiled wickedly at the horny eighteen-year old. Adam knew what he had to do in order to get Evan’s thick cock back inside him. He swallowed a couple of times before completely surrendering himself at last to the men surrounding him. “FUCK…ME…WITH…THAT…POZ…COCK! BREED…ME! GIVE…ME…YOUR…CHARGED…LOAD!!! He yelled out, as he felt Evan’s fingers leave his ass. “FUCKIN’ TAKE MY POZ COCK BITCH!!!” Evan roared as he slammed balls deep in a single thrust. He didn’t wait to give Adam anytime to adjust to the deep penetration, he just began to long dick the teen pinned beneath him relentlessly. Adam squealed out in pleasure as he felt Evan ram into him. He couldn’t believe how good it felt feeling his high school fap fantasy pounding him. All he could do was lay there moaning and begging for it harder. He started getting turned on even more as Evan started talking dirty to him. The way Evan talked to him about pozzing his ass made him feel and think things he never would have imaged. He wanted Evan to poz him and found himself now begging to be “knocked up” with the football player’s “poz babies”. He wanted the freedom promised to be able to take any hard dick offered him and not to worry, only to enjoy the pleasure. “Hey dude wanna clear off the table there, I want fuck the slut there,” panted a sweat drenched Evan. He wanted to pound Adam even deeper if that was possible. Dean and the others grinned at the young college football player as they moved Dean’s party supplies out of the way. Dean was impressed at how Evan had managed to get Adam to submit to being a poz cumslut. He decided he would get to know the football player a bit better. It would be fun to visit the college boy’s campus and convert a few students with him. If the boy had any brains and wanted a job, he might consider hiring him, so Evan could travel the world pozzing others like Adam. Once Evan saw the table was cleaned off he told Adam to wrap his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist. He then carried the still impaled Adam over to the table and set him down on it. He pushed the eighteen-year old down on the table, before grabbing his legs holding them up as he spread them wide. It was time now to fuck the chemmed up slut. Adam whimpered and begged for Evan’s raw dick as he felt it leave his ass, but he didn’t have to wait for it’s return very long. He grunted loudly as the thick wedge-shaped flesh missile slammed back in hard and fast, before being withdrawn and then rammed back in even more forcefully. Precum flowed from Adam’s semi-hard cock, all over his stomach and groin much like a broken faucet spilling out water. Each complete withdrawal and powerful thrust back in forced even more clear, sticky fluid to pump over like mini climaxes. His eyes rolled-back and drool dripped from his mouth as he became overcome by the brutal fucking being delivered. Evan hated to admit it, but Adam had one of the best boy cunts he had fucked in a long time. He was going to make sure whenever he was home he took the opportunity to tap it. The boy could just take a pounding and still beg for more, he was going to be one well-fucked boy by the time they were finished with him. Hearing the chemmed up fuck-toy beg for his poz load was pushing him almost to his climax. “MUTHA FUCK!!!” Bayed Evan as he began to fire his load deep inside his former high school fap fantasy. “TAKE…MY…POZ…LOAD!!!” Evan panted each word as thick toxic man-batter filled Adam’s already flooded boy cunt. “Oh fuck,” babbled Adam as he felt each pulse of the thick cock buried inside his fuck tunnel. He lay there on the table panting covered in sweat enjoying the feeling of a HIV positive cock giving him the gift of freedom. He couldn’t help himself reaching up, once again wrapping his arms around Evan’s neck pulling him down towards his mouth. The two boys engaged in a short bout of passionate kissing, before Adam released Evan. “Who’s next?” He asked lustfully grinning at the men slowly stroking their cocks as they watched he and Evan pull apart and a flood of jizz flow out his now gaping fuck hole.

Max pulled over and parked his 1992 dodge spirit, killing the engine but hesitating to open the door. As if glued to the driver’s seat, he silently debated whether to stay or go home, while gripping the wheel and biting his lower lip. Staring out his windshield, he was surprised to see what looked like a normal brick office building, with no obvious markings or signs on the business to show what it was. He double checked the address in the text message from his dealer, Tony, just to be sure, before holding his breath, grabbing his duffle bag and hoping out of the car. The heavy wood door creaked ominously when Max pulled it open and stepped inside the warm alcove. He shivered, glad to be out of the cold February night, but still uncertain about what he was getting into. Realizing the door to the rest of the club was locked, he stepped up to a plexi-glass window and rang the small bell, which prompted a very tall, muscular, bearded guy in his 30’s to appear from a door on the other side of the glass. The hunky clerk, “Jax” according to the name tag pinned to his tight t-shirt, made Max worry even more about what he was getting himself into. “What’s up bro?” Jax’s voice crackled through the small speaker next to the window. “I need to see your ID and cash and do you want a locker or room?” “Um, I’m ‘Max Rider,’” Max said, eliciting a blank look from the clerk. “I think you’re expecting me.” Again, the man looked miffed, and max began to worry that maybe this was a joke or perhaps the massive man was expecting someone more cocky. Here he’d been freaking out over whether or not he could strip for guys, it never crossed his mind that they might not like him. Standing straight up to his full 5’11” height, yet still at least 6 inches short of the other man, Max flashed a fake smile and tried to sound like he wasn’t a nervous school kid. “I’m the entertainment for Dave’s party.” “Oh! You’re here for the strip and jerk show!” Jax eyed Max as far down as the window would allow. “You are definitely hotter than the last dude they hired. Go ahead and come in and I’ll introduce you to Dave and take you to where you can set up.” Jax buzzed Max through the door and into the heart of the bath house. Motioning for the boy to follow, Jax strode nonchalantly down a maze of small dark hallways, filled with numbered doors, past half a dozen men wearing nothing but towels or less. Max would have run for it if he thought there was any chance he’d find the exit. Instead he kept his eyes on Jax’s broad shoulders in front of him as they descended a staircase into the pitch black basement. “This is your room for the night,” Jax unlocked a black door with the number 25 on it, revealing a small bedroom-type set-up with a twin bed, footlocker, flat-screen tv playing gay porn, and mirrors on two of the walls from floor to ceiling. “hang here for a second and I’ll let Dave know you’re here.” Max stood awkwardly in the center of the small room while he waited for Jax to come back, and he wished he’d had the forethought to hit his pipe before he came inside. “Dave just got here a little while ago and is still setting up, but you can get changed while we wait,” Jax reappeared, holding a couple towels, some Gatorades and some body-oil.”…unless you are wearing that for the show.” Max looked down at his hoodie, jeans and ratty sneaks, wishing he could get away with wearing them instead of what filled his duffle. Tony let him borrow some costumey outfits on his way here, and he dreaded the thought of a bunch of queers getting their rocks off watching him in them. He started to sweat when he realized they were paying to see a lot more than that. Noticing how pale the teen looked, Jax got him a gatorade and asked how he got the gig. “I dunno man, it just fell in my lap I guess,” Max sat on the bed and chugged from the bottle as he recalled how he ended up there. “I was hanging with my de-, um my bud, and I owed him some green but I am broke cause of school and my transmission busting and shit. I have been dancing at a club downtown on ladies night and the tips are awesome, so I told him he could have his cash next week but he said he could set me up to do a private gig for twice what I get at the club. I figured he meant a bachelorette party or some shit like that. I never would have agreed if I knew it was for a bunch of dude, but I am too broke to say no.” ”I feel ya dude,” Jax closed the door and sat on the other end of the bed, smiling at the sight of the kid downing the drink laced with ghb. “Why do you think I work here on weekends, on top of my 9 to 5 job? This gig allows me some spare change for recreational purposes. Otherwise I’d be a fucking nun, staying in nights and never getting any pussy.” “That sucks bro,” Max was relaxing noticeably, from both the g and the conversation. Hearing Jax mention pussy made his more at ease, not understanding that Jax wasn’t referring to girls. Assuming his new friend was straight like him, Max stood up, kicked off his shoes, and tossed off his hoodie revealing just how low his jeans were sagging. There were 3 or more inches from the top of the pants up to the white waist band of his calvin klein boxer-briefs, which sat just below a sleeveless t-shirt showing off his buff arms. Jax oogled the teen beefcake as he began searching the duffle for something to wear. “I can’t imagine being stuck here with a bunch of pervy homos trying to mack on your ass all the time. I could barely convince myself to do this one night!” “It’s not so bad Max” Jax tried to contain himself as the kid pulled out various skimpy costumes and a couple pairs of thongs and jocks. “The money is good and tax free, plus I occasionally make a little extra by letting a dude blow me or jerk me off. I bet you could double your take if you tried it.” “I ain’t a fag,” Max stopped sorting the gear from his bag and gave Jax a very serious look. Jax almost burst out laughing at the sight of the young man denouncing gays while standing in a gay bath house, laying out tear away clothing, wearing only his sleeveless tee, boxer-briefs, and sagging jeans. “If you wanna do some gay shit, that’s your business, but I’m only here cause Tony will kill me if I don’t come back with what I owe him.” “That’s cool, just telling you what some of the guys might offer,” Jax replied, defusing the tension by picking up a shiny green g-string and twirling it around his finger. “Especially when you swish around in this pretty pair of panties.” “Fuck that shit,” Max said, joining the laughter. “I might have to get naked for these queens but I’m not doing a drag show first. I better hide all the girly shit from Dave when he tells me which one I should wear.” As Max returned the green g-string and some equally frilly gear to the duffle, he accidentally knocked a small cloth bag out, which spilled open on the bed. “You know you’re not supposed to bring that in here, right?” Jax picked up the pipe and bag of crystals that had escaped from the cloth sack and gave his best fake-mad stare. “Shit man, that’s not mine, it must have been in with the outfits!” Max went ghostly white and stammered excuses before Jax finally laughed and handed them back to the terrified teen. “I’m just fucking with ya Max.” Jax slapped him on the back and ruffled his hair, but Max stayed stiff and silent. “I told you I work here to pay for recreation, which is my discreet way of saying I enjoy partying sometimes too. Just make sure to keep that someplace outta sight and only smoke in here or another private room, cause not everyone is as understanding as I am.” You got it Jax. I’ll be super sneaky I swear man.” Max promised while the color returned to his cheeks. He went to put the pipe back in its bag, but stopped short. “You sure it is cool if I smoke in here? I could really use a pick me up before I meet this Dave guy.” “If you are down, I’d love to match bowls real quick.” Jax reached into his back pocket and pulled out his own pipe, and the two men quickly loaded two large bowls. Simultaneously, Max and Jax lit their lighters and melted the tina in their pipes, sucking in smoke and blowing out huge clouds. Jax insisted Max try his supply, so they took turns on each pipe, and before long, each man was high as a kite. “That’s good shit,” Max complimented his smoking-partner’s stash while they packed away the paraphernalia. “But now I’m fucking sweaty as fuck. Wish I could shower before I get into one of these get-ups.” Jax explained that was no problem as long as Max understood that he’d have to undress here, and take his towel with him to the communal showers, which caused Max to hesitate. Jax assured him he wouldn’t get raped, and told him where the least used showers were, but Max wouldn’t go until Jax gave in and allowed Max to bend the rules and where his boxer briefs. With that, Max stripped off his shirt, revealing his firm pecs, tight abs, and smooth skin except for a fine blonde treasure trail. The jeans were next, and Jax was happy to see his muscular thighs and calves were also covered in blonde hair. Tossing the towel over his shoulder and sliding the room key onto his wrist with the convenient elastic band, the teen stud followed Jax to the showers before the clerk left him to retrieve more Gatorade and check that the other employees were holding down the fort while he played tour guide to the hired meat. Taking the shower in the furthest corner from the entrance allowed Max some privacy from guys walking by, but he did end up sharing the shower with another guest before he had a chance to finish. Carefully turned into the corner, Max tried not to show any interest in his shower-mate, but couldn’t help sneak a glance at the short buff latino’s uncut meat. Max was a big talker when it came to sex but he’d only been with three girls and never actually seen a dick other than his own and his two best friends when they used to go skinny dipping. Even during his years on various sports teams, Max always had separate showers and private changing stalls in his school locker rooms. The temptation proved too great once the man closed his eyes to soap his face, and Max took a good long look at the foreign entity between the other man’s legs. His face went scarlet when he looked up from the thick dark cock and caught the smile on the face of its owner. Rinsing off faster than anyone ever before him, Max was dashing out of the showers in under a minute, trying not to fall as he dripped water all the way back to his room. “You could have dried off there you know.” Jax was waiting at the door to the room with more drinks and a tv remote so he could change the porn to the only straight option they played. “Sorry bro,” Max let them in and focused on drying off, not noticing Jax, facing the tv, but using the mirrors to check out the boy’s silhouetted dick and ass through the wet, transparent undies. He feigned trouble with the remote to cover his glances as the damp calvins dropped to the concrete floor, giving Jax an eye full of Max’s soft 4 inch cut dick, small blonde pube patch, and lowhanging naturally smooth balls. Max turned and bent down over the duffle to pull out some clean underwear, exposing his round, firm butt covered in the lightest dusting of peach fuzz, which made Jax stiffen in his sweat shorts. Luckily he was wearing his best jock, so he knew he could keep it under wraps unless he reached his full 8 ½ inches, which might have happened if Max hadn’t broken the trance by sliding a pair of black briefs over his naughty bits. The two guys proceeded to smoke another bowl as Max downed a second Gatorade laced with g, while a big-breasted brunette took on five guys on the tv screen. Jax was considering slipping a larger dose into the drink and raping the boy then and there, when a knock interrupted his fantasizing. Max asked who it was, and Dave responded “the guy with your money,” causing Max to jump up and let him in. With the amount he was being paid, Max expected a fat troll. Instead a 6’ tall handsome, muscular but not too defined, fuzzy Italian man with black hair in his forties walked in, causing Max to wonder why such a normal, even attractive, man would want to pay a guy to strip and jerk off for him. Jax left the two of them to finalize the plans for the performance, heading off down the hall and into a room marked ‘employees only.’ “Wow, Tony wasn’t exaggerating,” Dave said as he unashamedly walked a circle around Max and scoped out every inch of what he was buying. “It is almost too bad you have to get dressed before the show, because those briefs are getting me hard. Oh well. Speaking of which, what did you bring to wear?” “I laid out a bunch of the stuff Tony leant me,” Max volunteered. His manner was much more relaxed now, with no shame about showing Dave what he had. Dave knew this was probably due to the ghb and tina he’d instructed Jax to give the boy, but Max just figured he was comfy with Dave because he was a masculine, average joe-type. He pointed out uniforms for a cop, fireman and boy scout, as well as some mix-and-match gear which could be used to make him look like a construction worker or leather-enthusiast. Dave was unimpressed with most of it, so he dumped out the duffle bag on the bed, mixing the costumes with Max’s stuff. “Holy shit boy,” dave exclaimed as he pulled a wrestling singlet, pads and jockstrap out of the pile. “Why were you hiding this?” “That’s not a costume, that’s my wrestling uniform for school. I forgot it was in the bag when I grabbed it to take to Tony’s.” Max said, oblivious to the idea that someone might be interested in seeing his buff, tight body wrapped in skin tight green and black spandex. “That’s the one! Just wear one of Tony’s jockstraps instead of your usual one. No one will be able to see your cock through an athletic cup.” Dave handed Max the singlet, helmet, pads, shoes, jock and an envelope with half of his payment for the evening. “You have thirty minutes to get your cock fluffed, get dressed and meet me at the stairs to head up to the tv room where you’ll be performing. Once you get on stage you can do up to a fifteen minute strip show, but no less than ten. Then you’ll be groping jerking and fingering for the rest of the 30 minutes. If you can oil yourself up as you strip that would be great, or you can let one of the audience do it for you. You will get the rest of the money once you have shot your load. There will be a few guys who would toss you a few extra hundreds if you shoot in their mouth, on their face or chest or let them touch you when you jizz. You need any Viagra or a cock ring or anything to help keep your cock up?” “Um, I don’t think so.” Max began to worry again. No one had warned him about the restrictions, and it wasn’t even a possibility until that second that he might not be able to get it up. “Maybe I’ll take the Viagra, just in case.” “Good idea,” Dave chuckled and pulled his towel off. Underneath was the tiniest pair of blue athletic shorts with white piping, known to man. Reaching into the pocket, he pulled out a little blue pill, a leather cock ring with silver snaps, and a bottle of lube. “Take this now, then go do a quick enema to make sure your asshole is clean. There is plastic tubing and water spigots in the stalls by the showers. Then come back here, get your dick hard, and put on the cock ring. Once it is on, your dick will get soft but not smaller. Then hop in that singlet and I’ll see you by the stairs.” Max didn’t have time to ask why he needed the enema before Dave was out the door, but he often administered one before a match to get down a weight class, so he knew what to do. Popping the pill and sliding his briefs back on, he made his way back to the shower area and spotted the stalls. There were a lot more guys around the bath house now than when he arrived, but Max was on a mission, so he didn’t stop to wonder about it. After he was sure he was clean inside and out, he headed back to the room, squirted a generous amount of lube onto both palms and plopped down on the mattress to get his dick up. The video had progressed to a scene where a petite asian girl was being gang banged by 8 hung white and black men, with dicks in every hole, and sometimes two in a single hole. Max’s cock went from flaccid to fully erect in no time, achieving its full 7 and a half inch glory. As the asian slut begged for more cock in her ass and pussy, curiosity got the best of Max, and his right middle finger slid slowly into his virgin crack, teasing his asshole as it had on the rare night when he felt particularly horny. The last time it happened, Max was jerking off at home after a party where his girlfriend had spent the whole night grinding against his cock through his khakis. He’d had a few too many by the end of the evening, and there in his bed he couldn’t quite get hard enough to cum. One teasing finger slowly penetrated his sphincter that night in the dark. It was joined shortly by a second finger, thrusting just deep enough to hit his prostate and blast a huge load all over his chin, neck and chest. Every time he’d played down there he vowed never again, and every time he went a little further. As he remembered the euphoric feeling of the last orgasm, his lubed finger punctured the tight hole, eliciting a drop of pre-cum out of his pisshole. The clock next to the tv caught his eye causing him to pull the finger out since he only had five minutes until he had to be on stage. Carefully gathering his hard dick and big balls in one hand, he snapped on the cock ring and quickly admired how big it made his dick look in the mirror. All his practice getting into uniform after weigh-ins payed off as he shimmied into a black jock strap with a white, semi-transparent pouch, followed by his singlet, knee pads, elbow pads, shoes, and helmet. He almost forgot the lube and oil, but slid them into his elbow pad before grabbing the key and towel and dashing to the stairs. “Right on time.” Dave said, now wearing only a leather cock ring, leather vest and boots. They began up the stairs, as the sound of excited men’s chatter grew louder. “The gang’s all here. I know Tony told you ten to twelve guys, but once I sent out the link with your body pics from the club downtown, we had some added interest. I’ll throw in an extra $500, cool? “Yeah man, whatever.” Max felt like he was floating, rushing and calm all at once, just like before a wrestling match, only better. The crowd noise sounded just like the fans during a meet, tricking his brain and making him forget to hold his towel in front of the obscene bulge in his singlet. “Just tell me where to go and I’m ready.” “I can tell,” Dave said as they turned a corner and stopped in front of a curtain. He reached out and rubbed Max’s muscles just like his coach at school before a match, with a few added strokes along the outline of his cock. “Once you hear your name announced, pull the curtain, hop up on the platform and get going. Do some poses, maybe a wrestling stance or two, then show us what you can do. You’ll get better tips if you go out into the audience a little, but don’t stay out there. They’ll never let you go. ” Dave stepped into the room beyond the curtain, and Max was left alone in the hallway. One last thought of running came to mind, but then a voice came over the speaker and asked the crowd to give it up for wrestling champ Max Rider. The cheer that went up was gigantic, and Max forgot all about running. Rushing through the curtain, he took two long strides and jumped up onto the stage. Max was caught off guard by the fact that it ran the length of the entire room, about 30 feet, but was only 4 feet deep. The wall behind him was mirrored head to toe, with six huge flat screen suspended above, all showing Max from a different angle. The music blasted as the crowd began hooting and hollering. The spotlight in the corner effectively left max blind, but he was sure there had to be at least 40 guys there just based on the shadows and voices he could make out. Ignoring his anxiety, he began by flexing his arms, chest, legs and butt. Once he’d gotten some significant applause, he got down into a wrestling pose and did a take down on the pole located at the far end of the stage. Hearing the guys whistle and clap seemed to make Max excited, in all senses of the word. His cock was about ¾ hard the entire time and working its way to full steam. After tossing in some tumbling and a handstand transforming into walking on his hands, he was running out of moves. Looking up at the tv over his head, Max was relieved to see they had a timer in the corner for how long he’d been up there, which just hit 7 minutes as he watched. “Enough stalling stud! Take it off!” came from the gallery. Do or die time. Max started by peeling away the shoulder straps of his singlet, followed by the helmet and elbow pads. He kept the knee pads on and did a running slide on them to the opposite side of the stage. The next five minutes were some of the most terrifying and thrilling of Max’s life. Once he got the singlet to his waist, he grabbed the oil and hopped into the front row and asked who wanted to oil his chest. The winner was a 20-something thin guy who had a gigantic dick and kept trying to get Max to touch it as he oiled his chest. Another audience member got excited and hoped up and did his shoulders and back, leading to a third guy reaching out, grabbing the singlet, and taking it down to Max’s ankles in one foul swoop. This was too much, so max hopped back on the stage and finished his legs himself. Somewhere in his mind he knew he wasn’t totally in control, and it was only reinforced when Dave climbed up next to him and insisted he be the one to oil up Max’s ass, and max didn’t argue. “Bend over and grab your ankles,” Dave ordered. Max did as he was told and felt as two large, rough Italian hands spread the oil up the back of his thighs, over his cheeks and into his ass crack. He tried to stand up, but Dave pushed him back to a bent position, then spread his ass and oiled the crack for at least a minute, teasing and pressing against the hole. His finger might have gone in if Max hadn’t regained his senses and pulled Dave’s leg out, getting him in a wrestling hold. The audience loved it, and apparently so did Max’s cock, as it was stone hard and dripping. “I’ll give you an extra hundred if you let me peel the jock off with my teeth,” Dave whispered so only Max could hear it. Max released Dave from the hold and stood up, nodding yes. Dave took his sweet time, running his scruffy cheek and lips over the jock before biting the waist band, and slowly dragging it down over the thick pink boy dick. Once the cock head cleared the elastic, it sprang up, flinging a string of precum into the audience. Somehow the teen wrestler with the pulsing pink dick, wearing only knee pads, wrestling shoes and a cock ring got the entire crowd to shut up. Max closed his eyes and began to rub his hands over his chest and abs. Once they were good and oily, he slowly reached down and began to work his dick and balls. As he got closer to cumming, the noise got louder. By the time his half hour was ending, he was still not quite there. A thought came to him and he jumped on it before he realized what he was doing. He turned around, dropped to his knees and spread his legs as far as he could, leaning his face against the mirror. Reaching back he slid one finger down the crack of his ass, circled the hole twice, then rammed it all the way in. He had only seconds until his load would come charging out, but with no other options, he simply threw his shoulders back until they hit the stage, with his head hanging off into the audience. Two strokes of his dick and one thrust of his finger and the explosion began, shooting over his body and into the first row of men. Groans and cheers surrounded him, many of his audience shooting their own load without Max ever knowing it. The next few minutes remain a haze in his memory, but Dave was proud to see the embarrassed straight boy lose himself in the moment, get up, wag his cock at the audience, collect his wrestling gear, and take a bow before rushing off to hide in his room. Back in the basement, Max was spinning faster than a tilt-a-whirl, half of his body tweaking from the tina, and half unable to move from the ghb. He answered a knock at the door to find a very happy Dave. “Fantastic show Max,” He pulled him into a hug, not caring about the sweat, oil, and cum all over Max’s chest. “Here’s the rest of the money plus a generous tip. You were the best I’ve ever seen! Any chance you’d consider doing more stuff for a lot more money?” “No way dude!” Max pulled away and grabbed his towel to cover his nudity and shame. “I can’t believe I did that stuff! I’m gonna shower, get dressed and go home.” “That’s fine. Too bad you can’t stick around though because a buddy of mine wanted to give you a t-shirt of tina as his tip. Room 30 if you change your mind.” Dave knew a new druggie when he saw one, and Tony told him how Max had gone from one purchase every few months to twice a week. He’d specifically given him more than he could possibly afford, knowing he’d be desperate for more and all too willing to exchange his virtue for some cash and crystal. “I…I’ll think about it man.” Max pushed Dave out of the room and disappeared to the showers, washing as fast as his ghb-ed brain could manage. Most of the men in the club were still upstairs so he managed to get clean and back to his room with only two guys making a grab for his cock and ass. When the door shut behind him, he whipped out his pipe and was horrified to see he had smoked most of his stash with Jax before the show. He took a couple big hits and decided to stop by Dave’s room just for the tina. He slid on his briefs and jeans, but couldn’t find his shirt. Knocking at the door, he could hear multiple voices talking in hushed tones. When it opened, Dave, Jax and another tall muscular man were inside, all stripped down to their underwear, including Jax, who had finished his shift. Dave, now in a leather jock with a tear away pouch, introduced Max to Sam, the third guy, who bore a striking resemblance to a wwe wrestler that Max couldn’t quite place. He was built buff and broad like Jax and Dave, but was smooth and had a small belly. Max thought the belly looked good on him, hot even, before remembering why he was there. “Of course Max, I have it right here.” Sam reached under a pillow on the be near him, which made Max notice that this room was much bigger than his, containing a weight bench, some sort of chair suspended from the ceiling and a queen size bed. “Wanna join us for a bowl?” “I guess.” Max was handed the clear glass pipe, but Sam lit the torch and cooked the bowl, forcing him to take a huge hit. He coughed and sputtered and Jax appeared next to him, guiding him to take a seat on the bed between he and Dave, who handed him a bottle of Gatorade to help with the choking. The liquid tasted a little funny, Max’s thought, but downed the entire bottle in a few minutes, while the pipe continued to make the rounds. At first Max was involved in the conversation, but soon found it hard to concentrate. Before he knew what was happening, he was agreeing to let Dave take some photos of him for some extra cash. Jax and Sam helped him to his feet and encouraged him to take off his jeans. He argued for a minute, but must have lost as Sam was sliding them down his legs. Jax had some sort of lightbulb moment and disappeared as Dave and Sam told Max where to sit or stand and what to do. Jax returned with some of the jocks and costume pieces from Max’s room, and helped Max to change into some of them for different shots. Max could hear a voice in his mind telling him this was gay and to run away from these fags, but it was so quiet and the guys were so commanding that Max couldn’t help but give in after every time he argued with them. Once they had shots of him in a bunch of different undies, Dave made a snide comment about how sad it was to see a young guy who couldn’t get it up.Max looked down to his crotch and realized he was soft. Embarrassed, he insisted he could get hard, he just needed a few minutes to jerk off with the porno. “Okay stud, here’s some lube and the tv is right over the bed there.” Dave directed Max’s drugged form to the bed and peeled away the last pair of undies, leaving him nude. “Take your time and get hard while I get some shots of Jax on the weights.” Watching the porn and laying down brought Max back some, allowing him to focus on working his pink dick and balls. In a few minutes he was almost fully hard, but couldn’t seem to get that last little push to full mast. Checking to make sure the other guys weren’t watching, he snuck his finger between his legs and poked at his hole. He worked it in to the second knuckle before he was interrupted. “Looks like Straight Max likes it up the ass,” Sam had turned around and was pointing out Max’s finger play to the others. “Nah man, I just don’t feel right,” Max interjected in his defense. “It’s like I am drunk or something.” “Oh damn, you must have gotten the Gatorade with the ghb be in it,” Jax postulated, knowing full well he had been feeding it to Max all night. The last bottle contained enough that Max was finally letting go, allowing for the next step in Dave’s plan. Max seemed worried but they assured him he’d be fine. “No wonder you need a little fingering to get it up man,” Sam sympathized. “but it’ll work faster if you do a little booty bump to get your ass warmed up.” “What’s that?” Max asked as Dave took a large crystal from the bag and placed it on the end of his lubed finger. “It’s just like smoking a bowl, but it will help get you horny.” Dave said, as Sam pulled Max’s legs open. “I’m gonna put it in this time cause you don’t know how and you might mess it up.” “Wait man, I don’t---UHHHN.” Max groaned as Dave replaced Max’s small finger with two of his thick meaty digits. Max tried to pull away, but Sam held him fast as Dave pushed the big rock as deep into his virgin ass as he could. With his free hand, Dave began stroking Max’s cock, ignoring Max’s feeble pleas for him to stop. A burning sensation deep in Max’s hole made him moan, which Jax decided to mute by taking off the white briefs he was wearing and shoving them in Max’s mouth. Much to his own disgust, the booty bump did the trick and Max was hard as a rock in minutes, leaking copious amounts of seminal fluid and suddenly hungry for another finger in his hole. Dave could see the fight fading out of Max’s eyes, and began working his fingers back and forth. The crystal had dissolved entirely by that point, and Max was primed for the cherry-popping. Jax pulled the briefs from max’s mouth and, as expected, he only moaned. The three men shared a look and a smile between them, acknowledging the rape they were about to commit. Sam released Max’s legs and moved to the end of the bed, where he set up a camera. Jax reached up to the head of the bed under a pillow and pulled out poppers, a butt plug, a huge bottle of lube, some adjustable cock rings and a cock pump. Dave stayed put, working Max’s hole, but releasing his cock to Jax who lubed it up and slid it into the cock pump. While their teen victim’s cock was pumped bigger than ever, Dave reached back and pulled at the snaps on the pouch containing his cock. Max could just barely see over the end of the bed when he raised his head, and began to squirm again once he saw the 9 inch uncut monster Dave was lubing up. “Don’t worry about that Max,” Dave leaned in and whispered to the stoned boy. “Sam’s got at least two inches on me. That’s why I am going before him.” Max jerked his head to where Sam was filming the action, and sure enough, stroking his 11” cut monster dick. The head alone was enough to split Max down the center, let alone the thick, veiny shaft. Max wanted desperately to push them off and make a run for it, but instead he got a shotgun hit of tina from Jax’s goateed mouth, followed by his first man-on-man kiss. His mind was screaming “disgusting,” but his body leaned into it and kissed back. “Fuck yeah, he’s ready.” Jax told Dave, who was coating his dick with tina-laced lube. Afraid for his life, Max tried with all his might to over-power the urge in his loins telling him to do it. It might have worked, except Dave simultaneously pulled his fingers from Max’s ass. “Don’t!” Max moaned, reaching out to try and stop Dave from depriving his hungry hole of something to fill it. “Put it back.” “Damn, this boy IS ready.” Sam said, laughing and moving in closer to get a good shot of Dave pulling Max to the end of the bed and putting Max’s legs up against his shoulders. “Give it to him Davey-boy.” “Don’t worry Maxwell, I’ve got something your ass will like even more.” Dave promised while working back his foreskin, pressing the head to the virgin hole, and leaning in. “FUCK!” Max screamed. His body shot back to almost total control, but Jax was prepared, holding Max down as one, two, three, six inches sank into his no-longer-virgin cunt. The men knew every boy’s first fuck was hard, and they were prepared to make sure this deflowering happened whether Max wanted it or not. “Take it out man! Jesus! Get off me you fucking faggot!” “You’ll regret that bitch,” Dave growled like an animal and started thrusting in and out, faster and deeper with each stroke. Within five strokes he was balls deep. Within fifteen strokes, he was up to a steady rhythm. By the 25th stroke, he was pounding Max like the whore he was meant to be. ‘No’s and cries for help were replaced with sobs, which turned to grunts, eventually becoming moans and whimpers, until Max was able to form words again. “Yeah. Fuck. That. Hole. Dave.” Max urged his rapist on. He felt guilt, shame and disgust at the core of his being. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he realized he was asking a man to fuck him like some two dollar prostitute. He also felt the most satisfying, complete physical sensation he’d ever known, like a constant orgasm, coming directly from where Dave’s cock head bottomed out in Max’s butt. “That’s right Max, you’re mine now. You’re nothing but a bottom bitch cumdump from now on. You’ll try to fight it after you leave tonight, but I guarantee you’ll be back in a week or two, pretending you haven’t spent every day dreaming about having me breed you again. Maybe you’ll even get a girlfriend to play house with, but she’ll just be keeping you busy until you have a man shooting inside you again.” Dave was now up on the bed, fucking Max so hard that his shoulders where next to his ears. Jax had to remove the cock pump because it was hitting Max in the face everytime Dave buried his dick balls deep in Max’s boyhole. “Open your eyes and look at me Maxwell. Good, now tell me you want me to cum in your ass. DO IT!” “Cum…Cum in my…” Max wanted it but admitting it out loud would take away the last straw of dignity he had. “Say it or I pull out right now and you’ll never have a dick inside you ever again,” Dave stopped his pounding and rammed his cock as deep as he could and held perfectly still waiting for an answer. Max was silent until Dave began to withdraw his massive meat, motivating Max to make the rightchoice. “Cum in my ass sir, please! I need you to cum in my ass right now!” Max screamed, reaching up to grab Dave’s hips and pull him back into the hole. “You asked for it.” Dave resumed pounding, kicking it up to top speed for the longest minute of Max’s life, a minute that Max wanted to continue forever. “Fuck, Fuck, FUCK. HERE I CUUUUUUMMMM!” Dave forced his dick a fraction of an inch deeper than the deepest he’d gone and flooded Max with two weeks of tina-filled cum. He tried to count how many pumps of sperm he unloaded in the sweet boy hole, but lost could around 18, which was somewhere near the middle. Once the last drip had worked its way out of his piss slit, he slowly retreated until only the head of his considerable cock remained lodged just inside Max.”Come take my place quick Jax.” Jax did as requested, hoping off the bed and sidling up as close as possible. Max moaned when Dave’s angry read cock head finally popped out, but settled down an instant later with Jax continuing where Dave left off. Dissatisfied with the position he was fucking his new toy, Jax thrust his muscular arms under Max’s shoulders and pulled his body up off the bed, fucking as they walked over to the weight bench, which was set on an incline. Once there, Jax spun Max’s legs until the boy was face down with his head downhill from his hole. Max lost track of time as he gave in to the bliss he felt with every thrust. He didn’t even object as Sam stuffed his mouth full of the giant dick that would eventually destroy his spermy, sloppy butt. “Here cums load number two. Take it Max!” Jax 8 ½ inches swelled and throbbed as he added another pint of baby batter to the straight cum receptacle he had schemed, drugged and abused. Jax knew at the moment of his orgasm that he had done the right thing. Max asked for more when Jax slid out with an audible pop, and then he remembered who was next in line. Dave was now working the camera as Jax jimmied the butt plug into max, and then helped him up and walked him over to the suspended chair the men called a “sling.” With Sam on his right and Jax on his left, they hoisted him into the leather contraption, and secured his arms and legs, before unplugging his ass. He was about to ask why they did that when Sam inserted 2/3rds of his massive meat into the boy in one thrust. Max screamed and passed out for a few minutes. When he awoke, Sam was all the way in, and Max was getting shotgun hits of tina from Jax and Dave. Max never did get used to the length and girth of the horse cock rearranging his organs, but he did beg for every inch of it when Sam got ready to shoot. There was no one left to fill Max after he received the third load, or so he thought. “Sam and I are headed to the shower, but we’re leaving the door open and Jax will be running the camera.” Dave told Max while force feeding him more ghb. “Sam stuffed another rock up your dirty hole, and it should kick in just in time for the news to spread that our straight stripper boy is open for loading. I expect you to have at least two more loads by the time I get back.” Max struggled against his bonds and begged for them not to do it as the g kicked in. They did it anyway.

When you are a size queen like me, you just cant say no to a big cock-- not even a toxic one that might give you HIV. Now I'd been barebacking for awhile, but i aleays looked for neg guys-- or at least guys who lied and said they were neg. But its hard to find negative barebackers- and i really like raw cock. Well, i found this one guy's profile on BBRT enticing, so I started chatting with him. His profile said he was "huge and uncut"-- so I just had to find out more! His profile also said "ask me" under status. Of course he was Poz--- but he also proclaimed to have a 9x7 piece of meat. We chatted off and on for a few months anD exchanged pics, there was always some reason not to hook up-- besides my overall fear of him being positive an having a cock that would rip me open. One night, after I had a few beers, I found myself on BBRT and feeling incredibly horny for a fuck. And big cock stud was on. And he IM'd me. Him: you lookin? Me: yeah. I need to get fucked bad Him: you finally gonna let me breed that sweet hole? Me: will you go easy on me? Him: yeah-- I know I'm big. Don't worry Him: and you're ok with Poz? Me: would you pull out if I asked? Him: yeah- I can cum either way Me: yeah, I think we should do this Him: can we film it? Just for us. I like to rewatch my fucks later Me: as long as you don't post the video anywhere Him: cum on over. Bring poppers He gave me the address which was only a couple miles away. And soon I found myself knocking on his door. I was met by a thin, wiry daddy guy, in his 50's and a bit shorter than me. He ushers me in and leads me to his basement which could best be described as seedy. Ratty carpet, bad panelling, a threadbare plaid sofa, empty liquor bottles and full ashtrays everywhere. We go to the couch and sit. I'm nervous as hell, but the porn is playing and it gives me something to watch. Seeing my hesitation, he pulls off his shorts... Holy fuck. That cocknof his flopped out and I was mesmerized. It was every bit as impressive in person. Moreso actually. Thick as my wrist, especially in the middle, with all this extra foreskin hanging off the tip. He was also flopping yo about mid-thigh And he wasn't even fully hard yet! "Why don't you suck it for starters?" he suggests. I knelt and tried to work that monster as best I could, but at my best I could only fit about half of it in my mouth. So I mainly concentrated on his skin-- tonguing it for all I was worth. Pretty soon he was all full mast and so was I. "You ready to get the fuck of your life?" I nodded yes. He led me over to his desk area and his computer. He fired up the computer's camera and started recording. Then he pushed me down and had me suck some more and get him good and hard and wet. While I sucked he talked up a storm-- giving me feedback, telling me how it felt, what to do. Then he asked me if my ass was ready. He stood me up and squirted lube on his massive cock, then he had me lube my ass. He spun me around and had me brace against the panelled wall while he rubbed his fat cock head against my crack. "You might wanna hit them poppers about now," he suggested. So I did. My alcohol buzz mixed with the fresh poppers sent me soaring and the next thing I knew he was using short quick thrusts to work his head into my ass. It felt in-fucking-credible! While he slowly worked deeper, he kept up a steady litany of "Yeah, open that ass up-- take my big ol Poz cock in that pussy!". Stuff like that. I kept hitting the poppers hard, but it didn't help much when he got to the thickest part of his tool. "Whoa! Damn that's thick-- I can't take it all," I told him. "Okay," he said, then he grabbed my hips and shoved violently into my hole. I screamed in pain and tried to get away, but he had me pinned to the wall by that giant prong of his. I know I was whimpering a lot, but he didn't care. He told me to just do more poppers. "I know it hurt- but it was for the best. Trust me, yours wasn't the first tight ring I've had to bust. Besides, When I promised you the fuck of your life, I kinda meant of your death too." And then he started really fucking me. Okay, I admit the pain of him ripping past by sphincter sucked, but what his cock did inside my body was nothing short of amazing. The fat part of his cock steamrolled my prostate with every thrust, and the knob of his cockhead kept popping up into my Colon with every thrust. I could feel him poking so deep in me-- deeper than any cock or toy had ever been. It hurt... Deliciously. "Yeah boy! Take that Poz cock! Wrecking your guts with my dick of death! You love taking this Poz meat, doncha boy?" And I did. He probably drilled me for about 15 or 20 minutes solid- and by the end I was fully bent over, bracing my hands on that wall and pushing back into him. And he was fucking me with every inch-- coming out just so the head was in, then slamming back in. My cock was drooling precum everywhere. "What's your status, boy? You neg?" "Yes sir," I managed to get out between grunts. "You know I'm Poz, right?" "Yeah..." "Well, I'm getting close, boy-- where you want my load?" The poppers and alcohol (and the amazing cock) had done their trick. "Don't stop fucking me!" I heard myself beg. "Well Here it cums boy! Here it.... Fuuuuuuuuuck yeah! Breeding your neg cunt with my toxic seed! Take my dirty load bitch!" When he started shooting, he planted his cock as hard and as deep as he could. He also had one of those spongier cocks that really swells and pulses as it cums, so I felt every shot of his venom jizz up inside my colon. Then I came-- all over the panelling and that nasty carpet. I didn't even touch myself, my orgasm just... Happened. He stayed inside me for a few minutes, slowly thrusting and withdrawing his meat. Working his load into my guts. Which is exactly what he said while doing it. Eventually he did what felt like the longest pullout I have ever felt, and his dong popped out with a wet plop. Them he turned off the video and we cleaned up and got dressed. He showed me bits of our "movie"--- damn, it WAS hot seeing that much cock wrecking my butt! He promised to email me a copy for my enjoyment. "And this is just for us, right? No posting online?" "Don't worry," he told me. A couple weeks later I got sick-- and I knew. Sure enough, my next HiV test confirmed it. I Tried looking For big cock daddy online, but I almost never saw him on. I emailed several times, but months went by and I never got that copy. Evidently it was "too big" to email. And when he was online, we could never find a time to repeat the fuck do I could get a disc. Then one day I got an email from an acquaintance of mine (a friend of a good friend) and I though "how unusual" for him to contact me. In his email he sent me a video link and said I should watch it. It was for some bugchaser or bug share website.... My heart stopped. Damn if it wasn't our video, right out there in the public domain. You could see my face, me sucking his cock, me taking hom raw... I sorta freaked out a bit, to be honest. Then I watched the whole thing while jacking off. It a fucking hot clip! He had edited it down some for time, but you could hear me basically beg him for his toxic load and then there he was knocking me up with it. Evidently lots of guys liked it because it got a 5 star review and had been watched several thousand times. Plus there were comments posted like "I love how that bugchaser begged for you to breed his cunt!". Stuff like that. Although the site where the video was originally posted is gone, I still run into our video now and again on dirtier sites. And it always reminds me of the fuck of my life. And my death.

When I was still a teen I met a black man downtown. He was a bit rough and stalky, in his 40s. He asked me to come with him if I liked to smoke. I figured he meant weed and followed him down a dark alley and sat next to him on some stairs. He puts a glass pipe to my lips, lights it and tells me to hit it. After I took a big hit and he tells me to hold it in as long as I can. Even though it tasted funny I did what he said then blew it out. I felt something strange come over me, it felt real good. He told me it was crack then gave me another hit, and was hooked. I asked him for another hit and he told me to come with with him for some more. Without question I went with him deep in the hood. He took me to a dark room in an old abandoned house and barricaded us in. He lit a candle and we smoked some more rock. He gave me some kinda pill to take then he told me to strip naked. He made me hand him my clothes and lay face down on a blanket in the middle of the room. After he hid my cloths I was totally vulnerable and realized my wallet and stuff were still in my pockets. He told me I'd get them back later on as he knelt behind me feeling my butt. I hear him unbuckle his pants and pull his zipper down. I knew what was fixing to happen but I was so high too under his influence, I just submitted to him. He spits and lubes the head of his black cock as he blows out the candle. He spreads my buns, feeling my little hole he says "dang boy you's so tight it's gonna feel good tearin' it up." He puts some spit on my hole then I feel his rock hard cock pressing into my tight bud. I felt a sharp pain as his slippery head popped into my hole I told him it hurt. "Naw, it feels good, I ain't stopping. You might as well bite that blanket till you get used to it." I did as he told me and he started working his cock deeper in me. I laid my head down right on top of something that felt a used rubber. I realized he was fucking me raw and it was too late to stop it. His thrusts got stronger the deeper he got, but as the pill kicked in the pain got dulled. "boy this ass so good, i'm about to nut." He pounds away for a few more minutes then I feel him cum in my ass. I thought he was going to stop but he kept on fucking me. His nut lubed my hole good and he easily got his black cock all the way in. He pauses to whisper in my ear, "this ass mine now. you feel that big black dick?" He starts fucking my ass real good and I passed out from the pill. When I woke up I was still getting fucked and my ass was raw and hurting. I tried to look behind me but a hand pushed my head back down, and a strange voice says keep yo head down. I was being fucked by another black guy with an even bigger dick, I bit down on the blanket. "That's right boy, you know who the man is now. Take that big black dick." As he fucked me he whispers directly in my ear "You know it feel good, you love it." His words put me in his trance, "yes, sir" He starts long dicking me and nuts deep in me.

I learned my lesson about engaging in fantasy play with someone you don't really know. Boy did I learn it-- the hard way! Lke most slutty bottoms, I always had a rape fantasy. The details often varied but it always involved me not really seeing the guy's face ever and being "force fucked." Well, I started chatting with a Dom Top on gay.com (back in the day) and confessed this fantasy in one of our conversations. "I can make this happen," he told me. Instantly I boned up, but was also very nervous. I was still a semi-novice bottom at this point and not the full-fledged cum whore I am today. After much more conversation, he convinced me to come over that Saturday evening. I showed up at the door at the appointed time, even 'though I strongly debated chickening-out. Of course. Now I sorta wish I had, but hindsight is always 20/20. I knocked and heard him say "Come in." The motel room was dark, except for the glow of the ember on his cigarette. "You know what to do." I did know because we discussed how things would begin. I was to strip down to my underwear, and put on the hood that would be waiting on the bed. This way I wouldn't see any faces. I did as I was told and sat on the bare mattress. "Good. Now, are you sure you want to be raped tonight boy?" he asked. "I think so, sir." "I'll take the boner in your underwear as a 'yes'. Okay, so this is going to be intense so I'm giving you a "safe word" to use if you feel things are too much beyond what you can handle. The word is 'firetruck'. Got it?" "Yes sir. Firetruck." "Good boy. Now we're going to begin. Roll over on your stomach and lay on the bed." I did as I was told and waited. I heard him rummaging around in a bag and then come back to the bed. I then felt him start to fasten leather cuffs to my wrists. "Um... What's happening? I don't remember any talk about bondage," I asked. "You want a rape scene, boy. For that you need to be restrained. Feeling helpless. Otherwise it's just another fuck." His explanation sounded logical so I went with it. The next thing I knew he was clipping my wrists to restraints at either side of the top of the mattress. He similarly bound my ankles, so after about five minutes I found myself hooded and tied spread eagle on a bare motel mattress. Then he made a call. "Yeah, the stupid fucker actually showed up... Yup, he's all tied up 'n' ready for it. Oh, you're gonna like it. Sweet bubble butt to plow. Oh yeah, bring him too, but he has to go last. I don't want him wrecking that cunt too much before I get in there. Okay. See you soon." Then he hung-up. The room was silent. "Um... We didn't talk about their being others involved either," I said, feeling a bit of panic start to creep up inside. "If you're gonna get raped, might as well be gang raped" he nonchalantly remarked. More silence. My anxiety slowly built-up. All I could hear were the slow drags off of his cigarette and then the noisy exhalation of the smoke. Then he got up and went to the bathroom sink and filled a glass. He came back to the bed and put the glass to my lips. "Here, drink this. You're gonna need it." "What is it?" I asked nervously. "Just water... With a little GHB to relax you." "Firetruck! I don't want to do any drugs." "Suit yourself, but when the boys get here, you are really gonna wish you had listened to me. Besides, I'm not trying to knock you out. What would be the fun in raping you then? It's just enough so you can pretend that you had no control over taking three cocks in your ass." I thought about it a bit-- in for a penny, right? So I tipped my head back and opened my mouth. He fed me the water and I lay my head back down on the mattress. It wasn't long before I could feel the effect of the drug - I felt foggy and lethargic. It was also about that time I heard a car pull up outside. Before I knew it, all three men were in the room. I heard a couple beers crack open. They surrounded the bed and one of them smacked my ass. Hard. "HooWee! You weren't kiddin' about this boy's ass!" Who ever he was, he sounded like a redneck. "Can't wait to fuck it!" "Well, you can have first dibs, cuz you know I like sloppy seconds," said the top who had set-up everything. The third man in a very deep and sinister voice said, "I'm so gonna tear this boy up." He sounded like he might be black. "By the way," the first man said, "His safe word is 'firetruck'." and they all started laughing. Then I heard clothes start to hit the floor. The bed moved under me as I felt someone climb on. My rape scene was going to start very soon and I already felt like things were out of control, but the GHB had done the trick and I felt helpless to resist. The second guy remarked "Fuck I can't wait to bust my nut in this boy hole" and with that he spit violently on my asscrack a couple times, pushing one of his rough fingers into me, working some of the spit inside. He spat a couple more times on my crack, and I felt his cock humping my crack and getting spit slicked, and then positioned his cock head position at my hole. I still had enough of my faculties to mumble out, "Wait...what about a condom?" The cock at my hole paused, and the guy who arranged the rape scene leaned close by my ear. "Now, what kind of a rape would it be if we bothered with condoms?" "You guy's neg?" I asked, on the verge of freaking out. "Don't worry. John here is negative and needs to stay that way for his wife n kids. Now shut the fuck up!" With that John brutally shoved inside my hole. Even drugged up, it hurt. I was only getting fucked with a bit of spit for lube, and John wasn't small. My asshole was burning and he was just jack rabbiting away like a typical married guy. "Fuck yeah, this bitch is TIGHT!" John exclaimed with a hard slap on my ass. "And he ain't gonna get all knocked up like my stupid cunt wife!" "Well, I wouldn't be too sure about that," said the deep sinister voice. All the men in the room laughed at that, and John said, "Oh yeah, I forgot you tend to knock bitches up, Big John." "Firetruck," I mumbled. John kept on fucking me. I said "Firetruck" a bit louder this time and this brought a fresh round of laughter. "I think this cunt just asked for my load, huh guys?" John said. And suddenly he was grunting loudly and I knew he was cumming up my ass. He finished quickly and then pulled himself out of my hole. "Damn that was fine! Now bitch needs to clean my dick for me." I felt him switch around the bed to be beside my head. I kept my mouth closed tightly, but then was slapped hard across the face, stunning me. "You do as your told, boy!" the lead guy said. "And if you even THINK about trying to bite his cock, we will beat you so bad you will wish you'd never been born." I nodded, and with my cheek on fire I opened my mouth and accepted John's cock so I could suck him clean. While sucking, I felt another guy assume the position behind me. John pulled out of my mouth, and before the next cock assault could begin I said, "Firetruck!" From behind me, the lead guy said, "By now you must realize that that isn't gonna work." "But you said....." The leader laughed. "You stupid faggot! That was just so that you wouldn't put up much of a fight! What the fuck fun would it be to rape boy ass if the boy got to stop the scene? No, you wanted a rape fantasy. We're giving you rape reality." I remember thats when I started crying, which didn't deter the scene in the least as the second guy unceremoniously started fucking me. His cock was bigger than the first, but at least there was some slick wetness in my ass from John. He didn't fuck as harshly either. He lay his full weight on top of me while he slowly worked in and out of my ass. I could smell his cigarette breath as he grunted with each thrust. I started to beg him to just hurry up and finish but he just laughed. "Oh no, boy. I like to take my time. I want you to remember this fuck-- my weight on top of you. How my uncut cock feels sliding in and out of your hole. And how it feels when I dump my swimmers inside you." It felt like he fucked me for a long time, but eventually he said, "You ready for my load, boy? And just so you know, I ain't never been AIDS tested. But I mostly fuck stupid neg cunts like you so you probably ain't got nothin' to worry about." "Firetruck," I whispered. And with that I felt his cock throb inside me and knew his load was now mixing with John's. He lay on top of me for a couple minutes more, and then let his dick slide out of me slowly. "You're turn, Big John," he said. "Now clean my dick, cocksucker!". I did as I was told while feeling Big John get up behind me. "I'm gonna be nice to your pretty faggot ass and use some lube. Feels better for my dick anyhow." With that I could hear him slathering lube on his cock. He positioned himself at my hole and slowly worked his big cock head inside me. Initially I thought Big John might be a gentle fuck, but then he violently shoved all the way into my ass. I screamed in pain. Even with the lube and the drugs, it felt as if I was being sodomized by a baseball bat. I was gasping for breath, my guts and ass wracked with pain, but Big John didn't move an inch, he just kept me pinned to the mattress. Then I felt his lips by my ear. "I just want you to know, that while these other dudes are probably neg, I'm not," he whispered. "I popped Poz in prison a few years back. Yeah, a bitch I was seeing accused me of rape, even though she had been beggin' for this big dick - 'til I gave it to her too hard. Cunt had me thrown in the pen. Guess I tore up the wrong holes while inside. So now that I'm out, and already done the time, I figure I should actually do the crime." I started full-on bawling at this point, because I knew there was no way to stop what was about to happen. Big John started raping my hole, and I have never prayed so hard for unconsciousness in my life. He fucked hard an with his entire cock-- pulling all the way out and shoving all the way back in. And he was so massive that each thrust felt like he was punching through my intestines with a broom handle. My tears were soaking the mattress as snot ran out my nose and down my face, but he just kept fucking while John #1 shouted encouragement. I honestly have no idea how long it lasted, and after awhile I actually just became sort of numb to it and it was like I wasn't even in my body any more. Finally Big John said, "Aww shit, I'm gettin close!" and John #1 said, "Fuck yeah! Breed this stupid faggot's ass!" "Yeah faggot! Take my toxic DNA!" With that Big John blew his Poz fuck juice into my guts, mixing his load with the other two in me. I doubt he ever heard me say "firetruck." "So fuckin hot! I'm gonna shoot another load on this cunt just watching" said John, whereupon I felt warm jets of spunk hit my face and neck. Big John stayed inside me for a long time. Then he announced, "I gotta piss. Think I'm gonna use this faggot ass as my piss bucket." With that he proceeded to release a strong stream urine up my guts. I was completely numb when he finally got done defiling me and pulled out. I vaguely remember being fed another glass of water-- which was evidently again drugged. Within minutes I blissfully lost consciousness. When I awoke, it was nearly dawn. I was alone in the room, restraints and hood gone, naked on a bare, now piss/jizz/blood stained motel mattress with a splitting headache and a raw asshole. All my stuff was exactly where I had left it. I dressed and gingerly made my way to my car and back home. I looked online for my rapist, but his profile had already been deleted. I cried some more- mostly over my stupidity. I asked to be raped, and got exactly what I asked for - and it definitely wasn't fantasy material. And then all I could do was wait to see if I ended-up 'pregnant'.

My Boy Wanted BIG Dicks - Chapter 1. My boy and I fuck as often as we can. We have great sex, even if it can seem like the ‘spark’ is gone sometimes. He nearly always bottomed for me, raw, of course, and he could take all of my cock like a champ, but I sensed he wanted something more. One night, as I was pounding his hole, he reached back and slid a finger into his hole next to my thrusting cock. He moaned and pulled out his finger. I quickly replaced it with mine, and soon had three fingers inside his hole along with my cock. I used my other hand to grab my phone off the bedside table and took a few sexy pics. The extra girth had him whimpering like a bitch in heat. That sent me over the edge, and I bred him deep. When I pulled my cock out, I kept working my cummy fingers into his hole, more puffy and stretched than I’d seen it in a long time. We swung back and forth from having an open relationship at times to relatively monogamous. It seemed to me like it was time to find something bigger for my boy to get stuffed with. I realized that if I didn’t do it for him / with him, he’d do it without me. The next day, after work, I stopped by an adult bookstore where in the past I had often sucked cock through a glory hole. On this occasion, however, I was after a cock ring to plump my dick up, and, who knows, perhaps find a big-dicked stud to bring home with me to open my boy’s hole up. I found a cock ring that looked promising; it was chrome and looked as if it would fit snugly around my cock and balls. I paid for it, as he gave me the change, the cashier smiled at me, offering to show me how to put it on. I accepted his invitation and and followed him to a video booth in the back. He left the door behind him slightly cracked and started to pull down his track pants. Out plopped a nice plump seven-inch dick with some big low-hanging balls. He lifted his nutsack, and I could see he was wearing the same cock ring. He unzipped my trousers and fished out my dick. My cock does the job if it is only average. He smirked at me and whispered, "I can see why you’d like a little… enhancement." I chuckled as he unhooked my belt and shoved my pants and underwear down to my ankles. "The trick," he continued, "is to put it on before you get really hard." He slid the ring over my cock and then fished one and then the other nut through the opening. As soon as I had it on, he swiveled me around so I was facing the wall. He grabbed my hips so my ass was ripe for fucking. He spit on his plump dick and slapped it against my ass a few times. I wanted to feel that big dick opening me up, so I grabbed my cheeks and spread my ass wide. He worked three spit-slick fingers into me at the same time. I yowled, but let him keep going until that silky hardness of thick cock sunk into me. It had been so long since I had been fucked that I was super tight. He leaned over me and grunted into my ear "You like getting raw-fucked with that big cock?" I nodded and grunted back at him. He pounded me until he was close and then pulled out, plopping down on the bench and pulling me down, spearing my loosened hole. I bounced up and down until he grabbed my shoulders so my ass was a few inches above his balls and pistoned into me. "I don’t pull out until I cum. Hope you’re okay with that." "FUCK YES!" I shouted, as he picked him his pace, and slammed into me a few final times. I knew he had shot his load deeper into me that I had ever bred my boy. He lifted me off of his cock and had me clean it off. That juicy cock stayed hard thanks to the cock ring, and I licked off his seed and my tangy tinny ass juice. I wondered if he had ripped me up a little. He stood up and pulled his track pants back over that glorious cock and simply walked out. It looked like an anaconda in his pants as he sauntered out. I was still squatting on the filthy floor of the booth when I saw a cock come through the hole in the wall. I sucked it down my throat, less girth and shorter than the cashier's, but still impressive. I notice a spade sign tattooed onto his crotch just at the base of his cock. I kissed it. Once I got that cock slicked up, I turned around and back onto it, swallowing it into my cummy asshole. My unseen buddy held his balls against the hole and let me fuck myself onto it. I heard him grumble, "Gonna cum, dude. You want my load in your ass?" I didn’t answer, but kept bouncing up and down until I heard him squeal and pushed back as he bred my guts. I pulled off and swallowed his cock down to the root, licking our combined wetness and swallowing it. He pulled back and stuck his mouth against the hole. "Your cock, man. I wanna suck your cock." I obliged and stuck my straining dick through the hole. He gulped and slurped until I lost my load down his throat. He swallowed it all like a champ, lustily licking his lips and gurgling as he stood up. I had an idea, and grabbed one of my business cards out of my pocket and thrust it through the hole. He took it and laughed, "We’ll be in touch." I felt more horny than ever, and was still hard. I decided it was time to get home to my boy. On the way out, I slipped my card to the cashier as well. He asked if I wanted a repeat performance, and I replied "I’d love to watch you breed my boy." "You pimping his hole out? He cute?" I showed him pics on my phone of me and my boy, some clothed and some naughty, one of my raw cock in his hole alongside my fingers. "You think he’d like my big raw dick?" I nodded and he handed me his phone to enter my number. "I’ll be in touch," he commented as I headed towards the door. I drove home, feeling those two loads oozing out of my ass. When I got home, my boy was naked, ass up in the bed. I was still wearing the cock ring, and squeezed out some seed from my ass into my hand. I worked it up and down my plump shaft and slapped it against his ass. As I did so, I saw a glob of cum work its way out. "You been fucked?" He nodded, still face down. "Was he hung?" "Like a fucking horse," he moaned into the pillow. "And you let him breed you?" He nodded again. "He NEG?" I asked, already about to blow my load. He hesitated, so I made him answer by shoving my cummy cock into his freshly-bred hole. I asked again, "IS HE NEG?’" "I didn’t ask." He moaned as I fucked him, and then turned his head around, reaching for my cock. "You feel different. Thicker. Plumper." I pulled out to show him the cock ring, slapped his ass with my dick, and diving back in, rocking my hips against his ass, pile-driving his slutty hole. Then I told him what I’d been up to. "I just took two loads at the bookstore Didn’t ask if they were NEG either." "FUUUUUUCK," he groaned into the pillow as I added "I lubed your hole with their loads." "UM HMMMM," he groaned. "So you've got three loads in your ass, and you’re about to get your fourth!" With that I bred him as deeply as I could, although admittedly not as deeply as either of the guys who had bred me at the bookstore. I pulled out and flopped down on the bed next to him. "Did you really get fucked at the bookstore?" I nodded. "Shit. I just jerked off earlier and fingered my own load into my ass to be ready for you." I laughed, thinking he was joking, but then I realized he wasn’t kidding. He knew I wasn’t either when he reached back and fingered my ass, which was still juicy and leaking seed. He brought his cummy fingers to his lips and licked them. I was still hard and he grabbed my dick, pulled me up and onto my knees, shoving my face into the pillow. He ate my ass, gobbling up as much cum as he could before slamming his face against mine, as we kissed those loads back and forth. I reached for my phone to get a pic of our cummy satisfied slutty faces and saw that there was a text. It read: ROBBY HERE. THE CLERK. U WANT ANOTHER LOAD TONIGHT? HOW ABOUT UR BOY? I CAN BREED YOU BOTH. HOPE U DON’T MIND POZ CUM. I showed it to my boy, who grinned, and grabbed the phone. He texted our address back, followed up with: WE’RE READY NOW. CUM BREED US.

I had some hot nooner fun today in the bathroom at a small real estate office. A married guy I met at the gym emailed me to come play and locked the door when I got there. With little ado we went into the bathroom, and with slacks down around my ankles, he bent against the sink and ate my ass before plowed it hard. It only lasted 10 minutes or so, but damn it feels good heading back to work with a load in my abused hole. There is something about quickies that feel so hot and dirty, and especially taboo when it's with a married guy in his space.

PART 1 It was a little after 6:30 in the morning as Darin walked out of his favorite bath house. The cool air of fall made him shiver a bit. Or was his shiver because he had just spent the last nine and a half hours at Man's Country sucking dicks, getting fucked, and having cum loads shot in his ass? He smiled contentedly. He didn't care. He turned north and walked still smiling and remembering the seven loads of cum he had swallowed and the dozen that had been planted in his ass. Darin was headed home now after a not so shabby night. He felt the hours settling in on him. He shifted his backpack and kept walking through the quiet night with the silence broken only by an occasional car, truck or bus passing by on the street. He met no one on his walk to his bus stop. He wasn't afraid but did keep a wary eye out as things did happen in Chicago. His biker boots lightly sounded on the pavement with each step. His Levi's felt good on his legs after having swapped his chaps for them. He had stuffed his black jock into his backpack along with his bottle of lube, poppers, Maximum Impact, neckerchief, and two dildos. He loved wearing the chaps at MC. And, from always the good times he had when he wore them, the men who also visited MC enjoyed him wearing the outfit, too. He looked up in time to see the walk signal turn white for him to cross Foster. He hurried a little just to be sure but he had plenty of time reaching the other side of the street with time to spare. It was now a waiting game for one of CTA's finest to take him home. He backed himself up to the wall of the store and leaned against it somewhat resting himself. Not a bad night at all indeed he thought proudly. Such a night validated that he still had what it took to attract the moths to his flame. Darin was 42 years old, stood six feet tall, weighed 155 pounds of muscles he maintained from walking, running, swimming, and biking. He wasn't a fanatic about himself but did try to keep a nice appearance. His hairy arms, legs, and chest matched the full beard and moustache that he had of a dark rich walnut wood colour. His shaved head was such a contradiction. His blue eyes sparkled with mischievousness. His cut 7 inches of dick ran down his right pant leg as his two nice size balls nestled in the left pant leg. He had made sure that Willy and his gang had had their own fun tonight delivering a hefty load into that butt just before he left. On a night like tonight, Darin was a patient man. He had had an excellent fun time. But, it was time to go home and get some sleep. Where was that bus? He pushed off the wall stepping to the curb and looking down the street. Nothing. He returned and settled back once more. As Darin waited at the stop looking down the street occasionally, he noticed a dark figure heading his way. Darin didn't stare at the figure but noticed how it was getting closer each time that he looked in the direction from which the bus would be coming. The dark figure walked into the lighted corner area in a few minutes. Darin glanced closely as the Hispanic man came to a stop on the sidewalk. He had on a Yankees black ball cap turned round, sneakers, jeans slung low, dark t-shirt, and several gold chains hung about his neck. He moved about in the bus stop area not settling anywhere in particular. He was probably 5 and a half feet tall, weighed maybe 140 pounds at most, muscular, tattooed, and olive colored skin. After moving about for several minutes, he finally backed up to a utility pole and settled in to wait as Darin was doing. Still, Darin looked for the bus but made a point also to look in his direction seeming to look down the street.

Very hot story hope it continues

Great stories, guys. Thanks for sharing.

KC bottom here as well, looking for dom, kinky, hung top that needs a sub boy to make his own, pm me if ur out there.

I have several different types, but prefer my two chrome metal ones the most. I love the look as well as the "heft" of the metal ones the most. I just got a new type called a "cock sling" by Tantus but yet to try it. I love to see them on bottoms that I'm fucking face to face, especially the cockring/ballstrap combo types. Word of advice, if you're going to try out a metal one, start out larger than you might think you'll need. Nothing like trying one on that's a bit too small, then getting a full erection from the sight and feel of it on you, and not being able to get it back off for a long time. This happened to me the first time I tried a metal one on at a porn shop when I was about 22y/o, and ended up having to j/o in the dressing room so my cock would deflate. :-)

It's not amateur but just about all of the new Bel Ami stuff is bareback and all the guys are hot twinks. Bel Ami also has a sub category line of videos called Kinky Angels you should check out. Also try searching XTube or other sites for "YMAC Studios"....older videos but with hot twinks and mostly all bareback from what I recall.

So fucking thrilled there is a chem story featuring an Indian - fuck... He sounds so damn hot and I would give anything to have the San Jose "straight" owner of a random adult store and of hunky farmer Indian descent fuck me senseless. We did share a Tina pipe and he showed me how deliciously thick and long his cock was dripping hard. But no fucking unfortunately

Part XV My buddies had just filled my ass full of their poz cum in the restroom. I had cum, too, as the last load entered me. I was so drunk it really wasn't registering that much. They got my pants up for me and helped me back to our table. I was really only about half there and again tipped up the drink in front of me and downed it all. Buddies were talking but it wasn't registering much. I just sat there, mostly, with a grin on my plastered face. My next awareness was buddies helping me up and telling me the door was about to be opened again and we needed to get over there and get our other buds out of that room. We lined up and they were holding me up as my legs were just rubbery as hell. Then came that infernal countdown again. 10-9 I tried to focus but it was hard in my drunken state. 8-7-6 What were my buds saying? 5-4-3 Something about all of us ought to go for once and stay together? 2-1 The door was opening and out came our other 3 buddies and the poz parade bud too. Buddies holding me up were explaining what they had done and wanted to do. A little discussion went on then and something from parade bud about lots of loads. That seemed to be the decision maker, then, as the countdown started for the door closing. 10-9-8-7 I was moving towards that door or more exactly was being half carried towards it. 6-5-4-3 Wait, I'm not supposed to be entering there. 2-1 The door closed and I couldn't see a thing. I was half carried half dragged aside then and surrounded by my buddies. They were talking to me saying something about staying right beside me all the time. I was trying to make heads or tails of what they were talking about but was too dazed to understand. Then they were all helping take my clothes off and helping me to lay down. Good, I needed to sleep this alcohol off. Way too many drinks. There all naked and laying on my back on, what?, felt like the floor. What the heck, where is my bed? I kind of felt my legs being lifted up and then, bam, something rammed up my ass and started pounding away in me. My eyes were starting to get used to the very dim lighting. I could just make out a face a bit, now clearer, and it was my buddy from the parade. He was smiling and telling me how great my ass felt around his cock. Must be dreaming of the parade I thought, but damn, this didn't feel like a dream. His huge cock just kept reaming my ass out and it was feeling better and better. I could feel my own cock now getting hard. He was pummeling my prostate and wow was it feeling good. He kept up a nice slow but hard in and out, driving me crazy. My cock was so hard it was almost hurting. Then I could see that my work buddies were all there too and watching and they were all naked too and stroking their cocks. One of them finally leaned over and stuck his dick at my mouth and I opened and let him in and started to suck him. After a good 15 minutes, the parade guy, leaned towards me and pushed my buddy out of the way and leaned in to me and kissed me and said here it comes. He told me his viral load was much higher now than it had been 3 months ago and I was going to get a big load of his poz cum. I just wrapped my legs around him tight as he bottomed out in me and started to cum. When he was done another of my buddies, got between my legs and started to fuck me. When he had cum in me another bud took his place and another till they had all cum in me. I had also cum twice during this. Then some guy we didn't know wanted to know if he could have a turn. My buddies all asked him if he was poz or not. He told them he sure was and had a really high count too. They all looked at me and I nodded and the guy knelt and felt my ass first. Then I felt him ram a couple of fingers in me and I almost screamed when he pulled them out, scraping the hell out of my insides with his fingernails. He held his hand up in front of me and I could see his nails were long and probably sharp as hell. Then he grinned and rammed his cock in me. I had not seen it but I sure felt it. It had to be as big or bigger than my parade bud. He immediately started to just plow my hole hard and fast. This was not a fucking, it was just a plain old beat my hole to pieces and tear it up, wreck it and then fill it and man did he fill it. I think he produced more cum than all the others combined. As he filled me I was cumming again from that kind of pounding. Then he pulled out and told my buds thanks and he bet if they hadn't converted me, he surely did. Then we heard the count down again to open the door. My buddies helped me up and practically carried me out of that room and to our table. I was still naked and they had to help me get dressed right there in front of everyone.

Take it where u can get it. Risking getting caught is half the rush.

Not so much of a fantasy but something that's happened a few times: falling asleep in a sauna late at night, and waking up to find some guy is either trying to fuck me or has made it all the way in before I've woken up. Inevitably it's always bare, and if I wake up before he's in me, I pretend to be asleep until he's on his way to cumming. There are times when I deliberately choose a fairly public place in the sauna to fall asleep so I know there's a higher chance of this happening.

I want my dominant father figure to hold me down and force my hole full want him to give me what i need and tell me he's doing it for my own good and OUR own good as i'm his little boy to own, he can do as he wishes... i'll never stop loving the addictive enjoyment of a dominant surprise rape full of cum my boyfriends are always excellent at it

Mine is kinda like that, but im not drunk.... I head over to a tricks house... black guy with the expectation to be fucked and the guy is packing. I agree to get tied up, bed, sling, whatever totally naked.... it gets fuzzy with or without a hood so I cant see.... and get fucked by several of his buddies....

My flu by far was the worst flu I would ever have, I literally felt like my body was turning inside out for a solid week. I rarely get sick even to this day after converting but by far the worst ever. Night sweats, vomiting, diarrhea, muscle aches, general malaise etc.....

Fiber. Fiber. Fiber. No matter what your diet, you probably don't consume enough. Go to a drug store and look for fiber supplements (Metamucil is one brand). Pills, capsules or powders that you mix in water, doesn't matter which. You'll find fiber supplements in the drug store aisle with laxatives, motion-sickess pills, constipation and "gas" remedies. Another option is adding chia seeds to your diet. Search around on here for lots of threads on the benefits of chia seeds -- which in addition to having lots of fiber are packed with healthy antioxidants. You can get them in the health-food aisle of most grocery stores. If you increase the amount of fiber in your diet, digested food will move through you more efficiently, cleanly and thoroughly, so you can be sure you really are "empty" after a good bowel movement (and maybe a quick douche of the lower rectum). While I avoid a big meal in the hours before a fuck (or several fucks), I certainly don't starve myself. A boy's gotta keep his strength up, after all :-) About your second question... relax. You can't be always ready. There are threads here about that too. While spontaneous is fun, you sound like someone who really likes to be ready and prepared, so plan your fucks around when you're ready and prepared, or plan your preparations around your scheduled fucks. Either works, and tops who don't understand that bottoms aren't always ready on a moment's notice aren't worth the trouble. Hope this helps.

I am bi and really into taboo and perverted chat with other guys would love to find someone to chat with no topic off limits completely open minded

Part 3 As we drove I reached over and pulled his underwear down, exposing his still hard cock. I admit I was impressed he didn't have Tina dick, at least not yet. I looked at his nakedness in the bright light. He was completely smooth except for his pubes. His face was flushed from the drugs, but it too was baby smooth, making him look younger than 18. He still had some baby fat on him which made me smile. He wouldn't have that too much longer after I turned him into my personal Tina slut. "Play with yourself," I ordered him. "I wanna watch you, but don't cum!" He obediently stroked his little dick, oblivious to the vehicles around us that could see him. I liked how obedient he was! This boy was a prize! In about 20 minutes we pulled into the driveway of his house, a big one that even had pillars in front. It made me think of a plantation house in the south, and I laughed to myself thinking that this time, I was the master! I pulled the Escalade into the garage and we went into the house. Yea these people had money. There was even a pool in the back, with a high privacy fence all around it. Perfect. I noticed a very well stocked bar and helped myself to some very nice scotch. "So why didn't you go on vacation with your family?" I asked. "Fuck them!" He said, flopping on the couch. "They don't give a shit about me. They were happy to leave me behind. Mom's a drunk, and dad's a lawyer. I'm just in the way." Awww, a poor little rich white boy with family issues. Fuckin putty in my hands! "Don't worry baby boy," I said, laying my body on top of his, "Jesse's gonna take care of you." I started kissing him again and he sucked my tongue into his mouth like a hungry pig. My little pig. I took out my pipe and a baggie and loaded a big load. I gave Blake the pipe and told him to hit it. He eagerly sucked in a big hit, exhaling a large, white cloud. "Again." I told him. He hit it two more times before I took it away. "You like that, don't you?" I asked. "Mmmmmm yea." "I got something else you'll like even more." "What's that?" he asked eagerly. "Lets go upstairs and I'll show you." We went up and I found his parents bedroom. I guided him in and pushed him on their bed. He didn't even object. I pulled off my shirt and pulled down my jeans, freeing my semi hard cock. Blake's eyes got real big as he looked at my monster. What really caught his eye was my big P.A. "You ever see one of those?" I asked. He just shook his head no. "They feel extra good." I lied, knowing it was going to tear his sweet hole to shreds. But I was about to get him so fucked up he would be begging for the sweet torture he was about to get. I took my little case out of my pants and pulled out a rubber tube and wrapped it around his arm. "What's that for?" he asked. "Shhhh." I said placing a finger on his lips. "This is the extra special treat. Just trust me." He didn't say another word as I swabbed his arm, he just watched my dick get bigger. Fucking up white boy's made my dick hard. As I stuck the needle into his vein, my cock reached full hardness. I slowly pushed the plunger as my full, fat 11 inches throbbed, ready to forever change Blake's life. I pulled out the needle and released the band. Blake fell back on the bed coughing and I moved like a lion attacking. I grabbed his legs and pushed them back, and before he could comprehend what was happening, I slammed my big, black monster into his cum filled hole, forcing all 11, fat inches into him, balls deep in one thrust. Blake howeled as he was ripped open like never before, and I didn't give the kid a chance to adjust before I was pounding him mercilessly. Over and over I slammed him as hard and deep as I could, digging my P.A. into his guts. Frothy pink cum oozed out of his hole as I shredded his insides, making him forever my bitch. Soon he was moaning instead of screaming as I deep dicked his ruined hole. His head rolled from side to side as he babbled incoherently. "Fuck yea you stupid punk!" I yelled at him as I raped him. "You fuckin take that nigger cock! You're my fuckin whore now! I'll fuckin use you and sell your cunt! You fucking worthless piece of shit! Stupid fuckin white kid pickin up niggahs! Yous a niggah whore now faggot! Say goodbye to your old life!" I kept up the verbal asault as I broke him, physically and mentally. I called him every filthy name I could think of as I told him his new position in life. Soon I was ready to fill him with my seed. "Here you go slut! Take my fuckin load! You fucking niggah cumdump!" I yelled as I pumped my cum into his ripped insides. "This is what you are now bitch. I own you! You gonna make me some money!" I pulled my spent cock out of his bloody cunt as he softly cried to himself. "Shut up bitch and clean off your Masters cock, you worthless pig!" He opened his mouth and took my messy cock into it, cleaning off the mess like a good bitch. When he was done I grabbed my phone and started making some calls.

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): faggot, toilet, cunt, holes, cumhole, anything else you'd like Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): 814.657.1145 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): 16319 NW PA Times you're generally not available: evenings, weekends Age: 47 Height: 6' Weight: 195 Ethnicity: white voice or text: 814 657 1145 NW PA, USA, 16319

I know when I first found out I was poz, I was able to join a support group through the local GLBT center. maybe you can find one near you to go to. it can help to have folks in the same area going through the same thing to talk with. Talking on here is good, but sounds like you should have some IRL connections. Good luck with everything and I hope you have along and healthy life.

I woke up last night to my bf rubbing his dick on my ass. I told him to lube up and push it in, assuming he would, as usual, take it slow. While he lubed up I took two big hits of poppers. He apparently noticed what I was doing because he shoved his cock all the way into my ass, balls-deep. I let out a huge moan as he did so, which must have turned him on more as he pulled out and slammed his cock in me again. He fucked me so hard for at least 15 minutes. Each time I took a hit of poppers he would pull out and slam his cock into me. I thought we were going to break the headboard. Finally he said he needed to take a break. We both fell back asleep, neither one of us having came or so I thought. After getting lunch today I told him how bad I wanted his cum last night. He just laughed and said he came twice in me. Now, he always tells me when he's about to cum in my ass, so that fact that he sort-of stealthed me, got me hard. I especially loved knowing that his poz undetectable cum had been sitting in my guts for over 12 hours.

CHAPTER 5 - A COLD BEER The next day was a scorcher, and Dalton did everyone in the neighborhood a favor by stepping outside in a few scraps of clothing to mow his parents’ lawn. In keeping with tradition, Brian and I stood at our kitchen window watching Neighbor Boy put on a show. Within 10 minutes, the kid’s tank top was soaked through with sweat, so he stopped to peel it off—leaving him in nothing but basketball shorts and tennis shoes. A few minutes after that, his waistband glistened wetly in the sun as it slowly slid down his lower abdomen to reveal a patch of dark fur sprouting up between his bellybutton and his cock. While Brian fingered my hole and I jacked my dripping poz cock, I told him we should invite the kid over for a cold drink—and maybe put on a little show of our own. My husband flashed a wolfish smile in response. And without saying another word, he stepped out toward the pool while I made my way toward the front door. * * * “Hey, bud—it’s fucking hot out here today. Can I offer you a beer?” I stood on the front porch wearing nothing but a pair of soccer shorts, waving a can of beer in Dalton’s direction. He looked a little surprised—I don’t think he expected us to be supplying him with alcohol—and responded with a friendly nod. I headed back inside, leaving the door cracked open. Moments later, he walked through the door, still shirtless. “I took off my shoes,” he said. “Is it cool for me to be in here? I don’t want to drip sweat everywhere.” “Sure, bud,” I replied, handing him the beer. “Drink up. Lots more where that came from.” He tilted his head back to chug the beer. As he did so, he inadvertently thrust his hips forward to reveal the clear outline of his fleshy cock. He killed the can in a single giant gulp. “You obviously need another one,” I said, tossing him a second can. Just as he opened it, I heard a door slide open behind me. It was Brian returning from the pool. I kept my gaze on Dalton—and just as I expected, the kid’s eyes suddenly went wide. I feigned curiosity and turned around to see what Dalton was staring at. And there was my husband, stark naked, dripping wet, his fat hole-wrecker of a cock fully erect, its thick dorsal vein pointed directly toward the taut, sweaty abs of Neighbor Boy. “Jesus, Brian!” I said, doing my best to appear mortified. “Put some fucking clothes on. We’ve got a guest.” “My God, Dalton—I’m so sorry,” he said, grabbing a towel from the guest bathroom and wrapping it around his waist. “No worries, dude,” Dalton replied quietly, his eyes locked on his beer can as his face flushed red. My gaze traveled down toward his crotch. Just as I’d hoped—and though he was trying to hide it with his free hand—the bulge in his shorts had grown noticeably thicker, causing that sweat-soaked waistband to slide a little lower. All three of us stood there in silence for a moment. Then Dalton shot a quick, guilty glance in my direction, gulped down the rest of his beer, and gave me a stiff nod. “Better get back to work,” he said, his voice shaking just the tiniest bit. “Thanks for the cold beers.”

Part 3 After a couple of hours, my Aids lover was still sleeping, but i wanted more sex. I was so fucking horny for the old discosting man,I wanted so bad his Aids babies in me again to make sure i got pregnangt by the old fart. I did not understand myself, but I could not Control myself. I wanted him so bad, the sex was so amzing, its like his discosting features make me even hornier. I try to Wake him up, kissing him all over his face and mouth, probing my tongue in his old mouth, but he pushed me away all the time. Please lets get United again, please, I begged. He then oppeed his eyes and spit in my open mouth. We start to kiss like crazy again, and he told me many sweet Things in my ear, like i was so handsome, so hot, i have an Incredible buble but, and he loved the fact that i wanted him so much. He wanted to reunited Our bodies in one by the sex whith no comdoms. He ordered me on my back holding my knees clouse to my ears, kissing me and spitting on me wille the union was made. he was saying to me that we was trully one persone, even he was the ugliest at the bar, and i the hottest, we was now been one, only one persone totally United by teh sex, and then he sudenlly came in me, telling me that he was gonna live in me forever. Right afer he came and i felt his cum in me i came again With out touching myself and my cum landed on my lips and eyes. he then went to the toilet saying when he come back he wnated me out of here, its understud? He told me that if i want to se him again, i can go to the bar nex Friday and seduce him right in front of everybody, or els i will never ever get his Dick again. I immediately went out all full of shame. I feelt used by the old troll. i was determinated to not meet him again ever. He was rude, ugly, old, wasted, full of Aids, i deserved much much better. But to be honest all week i was hard remembering him, i even felt like i was falling in love With the old Aids troll, me, such a handsome guy that always get the hottest dudes. What was happening to me, i culdent think about anything els than him, his old black Dick,his amazng way to fuck me, his eyes looking at me. Friday i was back at the bar, dressed the moust sexy way i could manage. I was so in shame, asking myself what if someone knew me, what if some of my friends se me With ths discosting old sick man. I almoust go back to the streat whem i so him on his way to the toilet followed again by the redhead. i followed to the toilets and there they were frenching like no tomorrow. I was so jealouse, i feel like i was mad in love with the old troll, I was afraid that he got his babies in the redhead and maybe didient wanted me after. I say hello, and the odl troll told me that i need to waith, that his freind mark wanted some Dick and they dissapaered in one cublicle frenching. I spy the sexual union, but the readhead cum very fast again, as fast as the old man has his black Dick in his ass, all bare. then again the shame overcomed him and he dissapaered from Our wiew. The old man make me blow his Dick to clean it up, and sudenlly sarted to piss in my mouth, and my Nice sweeter got weet from the piss i dident managed to drink. i looked at him and he was smillin, I was happy that i was making him happy. he then tuck his dick of my mouth and in his throuses and told me lets go Dance. I was so in shame, averybody was looking at us dancing, kissing, his hands all over me, i was feeling like i was so in love With him that i decided to ignore all the guys waching and give myself totally to the old aids troll. To be continued.

I'm glad people are enjoying the latest installment. It good to know I bringing relief to all those men with too much cum in their balls...lol =)

I want to be next, I want to be next!!!! I've been waiting for a long time for the next installment and it was well worth the wait for sure. And I'm already getting xxxcited for the next chapter. Thnx rawemobttm for the story and all the work it takes to post a story like this. I sure hope you blasted a few loads in the making. I sure have in the reading oh, and btw, this is a pic of what my Adam would look like...hope to see some other guys images of their Adams

The Stealth Bomber, Episode 5 – CVS Health?:– CVS, the local drug/convenience/trying to be a mini-Walmart was open 24/7 and could always be relied on as the go-to place to grab a pack of smokes on the way home, some travel size lotion to use as lube, or my cotton squares that I used to pat down the torn and bloody asses I fucked and infected. Smokes are gone now, but for the rest, still has what I need and then some. I’m the Stealth Bomber – my mission is to infect as many dumb ass cunts as I can. Not because I just want to, I NEED TO. I need to breed, I need to seed, and I need to infect. Nothing else does it for me and with my 9-inch dick and being the evil fucker that I am, I make that shit happen. It keeps me level and is my drug of choice, converting unsuspecting negative boy ass into POZ and AIDS filled cunts. Sometimes my missions are better planned than Seal Team 6, the fuckers who took down Osama Bin Laden. I don’t mind making a plan, preparing, doing whatever it takes to fulfill my mission. Other times my mission gets accomplished through random acts of fate when a target just offers itself up and in my book, it’s the fucking universe’s way of blessing my need, ensuring I pass along my infectious seed. Maybe the universe sees it as its way of weeding out the dumb cunts? I don’t care, as long as I get my nutt inside some neg ass, I’m all good. Contrary to what you may read in the press or hear from their bitchy little mouths, the neg bottoms all want POZ seed and NEED it even if they cannot express it verbally. That’s where I come in. I am not doing anything bad, I am helping them, giving them what they truly want and need but cannot ask for in this fucked up Pilgrim society we got going on. My latest addition to my treasure chest is Stevie. Not Steve, Steven, or even the affected Stephen – but Stevie. Fuck, his name tag alone yells to the world, “I’M A CUNT.” A few months back the staff at CVS began to be awfully fucking friendly, saying, “Hi, how may I help you,” at every fucking turn. While I appreciate the business model, personally I hate that shit and just want to get in and out and be done with it. I usually end up heading to my offices at the firm by 5:00 a.m. I like getting in early so I can deal with shit before Tre (see the previous stories about him and his charged ass) and the other shows up. On my walk there I stop every morning at the CVS at the corner of 14th Street and Vermont Ave. The floors above are a Residence Inn Marriott hotel, but the ground floor is CVS and I grab the daily news papers, maybe a salad or banana, and am on my way. Lately, I have been greeted at the self-check out machines by Stevie – a perky, YOUNG, little boy with lips just made for sucking dick. At that time of morning – just after the stockers have finished filling up the shelves and before the morning rush hour, there are only a couple staff working and they all seem bored as shit. Stevie makes up for this by going above and beyond the standard greeting and trying to chat me up. I hate that shit. I even said something to Mr. Reynolds about it one morning. He’s the overnight manager, about 65, and someone who I have seen around for years as he first worked at my dry cleaners, then the liquor store, and now at the CVS - and he’s gay shit. The old man tried coming on to me the first time I saw him at my dry cleaners and why he thought I was a bottom I have no idea so we quickly agreed to stay in our own stud pastures and share tips on good bottoms now and then. When I said something to Mr. Reynolds about Stevie he scoffed, “Yeah that boy thinks his shit don’t stink – little prick.” I laughed and said, “Well, I can tell from that comment you already struck out on that turn at bat. Mind if I take a swing?” Mr. Reynolds held his hands palm up in resignation, “Sure, have it, and if I can help, let me know.” OK, now I had my mission and time to put the plan in action. The next time Stevie eagerly approached me I asked for his help finding an item on one of the shelves. He practically skipped down the aisle, his face beaming with pride as he pointed to the item I wanted. I made sure to brush against his body as I reached down, grabbed what I needed, stood up, adjusted my semi-hard dick in my pants and without a glance back walked to the checkout. The next morning when the automatic doors of the CVS swung open, there was Stevie, eager and waiting, and so was I. This time I asked for help finding something in an aisle near the back of the store. Stevie looked around, anxious to help but afraid to leave his post. Good old Mr. Reynolds stepped out from behind the office door and waved us along, “Go on now,” he said, “I can watch things.” I turned and gave him a knowing wink as I followed Stevie’s perky little ass down the aisle. This time when Stevie showed me the product I was looking for I pretended not to catch what he was saying and stepped closer, and then closer, and then pressed my body against his, my dick right at the level of his face and as stayed bent over pointing to what he thought I wanted. My dick was hard, and Stevie felt it. I saw the hunger and need in his eyes. He wanted my dick. My raw dick – and my toxic load. He asked for it. Again, without a glance back I walked up to the front and the checkout leaving Stevie in the aisle to deal with his desires. The next morning was a repeat of every other morning and this time Stevie was like a fucking lap dog practically bouncing up and down needing attention. Well, I fucking planned to give it to him, but first I brushed him off, said, “I’m good, thanks,” and wandered back towards the pharmacy where Mr. Reynolds had told me he would be stocking shelves. Once I confirmed everything was all set, I made my way back to the front and was greeted by Stevie’s glowing face and bright eyes – anxious to serve – and I would make sure he did. “Do you have another of these coffee’s that are supposed to be on sale?” I asked, “I only found this one in the aisle.” Stevie looked confused, “Yes Sir, I’m sure we do. They should have restocked them. Let me check.” Stevie quickly walked by me, down the appropriate aisle, frowned as he saw the empty slot on the shelf and started to apologize, “I’m so sorry. I…I’m not sure why… but looks like we are out.” I frowned showing my displeasure, “Are you sure? Mr. Reynolds your manager said there was plenty in stock. Maybe you should check the back?” Stevie’s face glowed with that realization as he began to stride towards the stock room full of purpose, with me right behind him. “Oh no, sorry Sir, you can’t come back here,” Stevie said as he tried to close the door in my face to prevent me from following. I let out throaty growl, scowled, and said, “Step the fuck back!” Stevie stepped to the side as I pushed past him into the store room. He quickly walked around me, went down an aisle of boxes and started to fumble around trying to find the box with the coffee I wanted. “I’m sure it’s right here, let me just…” I set my briefcase on a stack of boxes, flipped it open and double checked my supplies, then interrupted him. Enough of this shit. Time to complete this mission. “Turn around,” I said. Stevie paused, turned and gasped as he saw me standing there with my 9-inch dick hanging out of my pants. “You’ve been eyeing my fucking dick every God-damn morning. I know you want to taste it. Feel it. Don’t you?” Stevie’s mouth opened and closed but no words came out. That was ok. I closed the gap between us, grabbed his hand, set it on my throbbing dick, and saw his whole body shake as he felt the weight of my charged manhood. “You’ve been teasing me. Time to pay up boy,” I snarled. Stevie’s hand shook, my dick pulsed, his voice quivered as he tried to convince me what I said was not true. I ignored the dumb cunt, undid my belt, dropped by pants to the floor and let my dick and balls swing free. I set my suit coat on a box, and pointed at my dripping meat, “Get on your knees. It’s not going to suck itself.” The boy hesitated so I slapped him – hard – he touched his cheek, blushed, then got on his knees like the good dick boy that he was. I knew those lips were made for sucking dick and told him so as he slobbed my knob, spit it up good and wet. He was in pig heaven but the mission had a timeline and him being on his fucking knees like Saint Theresa all day was not part of it, so I slapped his face again and said, “Get up. I’m going to fuck you now.” Stevie looked up at me in horror, fascination – and need – yes need shone from his eyes like a beacon, begging me in. The dumb ass cunt finally found his voice and said, “I...I can’t Sir...I’m working…and I…” I slapped his face again. Damn why do they have to talk and right on queue we were interrupted by someone clearing their throat behind us and I turned as Stevie poked his head out around my thighs, “Mr. Reynolds, I think it’s time for the boy’s break, don’t you?” I said. Mr. Reynolds chuckled, shook his head, let out a low “DAMN”, then said, “Oh yeah. I believe you’re right. The customer is always right. I’ll be out front, just let me know when you are done, I think then me and STEVIE will need to do a quick review of some customer service feedback.” His laugh echoed in the storeroom as he left and once Mr. Reynolds had closed the door I got back to business. “Pull your pants down,” I ordered and Stevie quickly obliged. Damn, this mission would be easier then I expected. No fight back, I guess he knew he was a dumb cunt only worthy for AIDS dick. Once his pants were down I roughly turned him around, drove the finger on my right hand with the sharpened nail roughly into his ass and began to saw his chute like a lumberjack. Stevie yelped, moaned, groaned, tried to get away – fuck I hate that too. I pushed him forward until he tumbled over his pants around his ankles and went face first into a box of shampoo, bottles tumbling out, bouncing against the concrete floor. I didn’t say a word as I continued to ream his tight little pucker hole with my razor nail, making that cunt nice and bloody. Stevie was a good boy and stayed bent over, letting me prep him like I wanted so it was time to reward his good behavior. I reached into my briefcase, pulled out my cotton squares – thank you CVS – wiped the boy’s now tender and tore up hole and smiled in satisfaction as it came up red. The only sound in the storeroom was Stevie breathing hard as I tossed the bloody cotton square into my briefcase that would go in my treasure chest when I got home. I grabbed the travel size bottle of lotion then decided no, he needs to FEEL my dick, closed my briefcase shut with a SNAP, cleared my throat and spit on his waiting hole. Stevie moaned, I spit on my dick and with my right hand coated my shaft a little, spit twice more, smacked the boy’s ass for good measure and then asked, “You ready?” I frankly don’t know what he planned to say because as he started to speak I dug my nails into his hips and slammed my raw cock into his tight ass. Stevie cried out, he whimpered, he pleaded, he begged – damn that shit made me hard! “Tell me you want my raw dick in that ass,” I told him, “Let me hear you beg for it.” My dick pummeled his tight little hole, red dripping, my spit mixing in, prepping the way for my virus filled load. “PLEASE…OH FUCK PLEASE…OH…,” Stevie cried out. I don’t know what he was oh fuck pleasing about, it didn’t matter, I was going to breed and seed that neg cunt and make it mine. I was going to wipe that perky smile off his face and busted that hole as hard as I could as it dripped and spackled the concrete floor and my pants with the evidence. I realized his hole was not opening like it should but trying to clamp up like a seawall against the North Sea. I busted through that dike and invaded his lowlands. No limits, no concern for the dumb ass cunt or his hole, it was mine now and I was going to fuck him to death! I pulled my raw, 9-inch dick all the way out, smiled as I looked at his eager bruised hole quiver, twitch, then slammed it back in. Twice more and I was ready. The third time when I slammed in I went balls deep and twisted his guts to my need and opened them up so my poison could shoot wide and far. I held the boy’s hips, my nails creating their own trail of blood on his skin as they dug in while my virus filled load dug into his insides. Stevie was a fucking mumbling mess at this point, but I was not done. As soon as the final wave of my orgasm faded I started to pound him again. The boy was getting week in the knees as I worked out load #2. Given the location, I could not really use him more right then like I wanted, and decided that was enough for today. With no warning I yanked my dick out his ass, rammed my finger up his open hole to scrape the insides around a bit to make sure my cum had plenty of places to nest, pulled it out and wiped it off on the back of his shirt, then grabbed another cotton square for a final wipe. Perfect! Pulling my pants back up I saw how messy it had really been and knew my dry cleaners would wonder again how I ended up with blood splattered on my pants – Dexter? No. Stealth Bomber you dumb cunts. I closed my briefcase and turned to leave when Stevie spoke, his voice quivering, “Can I…will I…I want to see you…I…” I just looked at him, shook my head, and made my way out of the store room. Mr. Reynolds was standing just outside by the self-serve cash registers. He looked at me questioningly as he handed me my morning papers and asked, “Did CVS serve you well today?” I pointed and said, “He’s all yours, primed and ready and LOADED, and yes thank you. I think I may have to take advantage of the exceptional service you provide again some morning. Make sure he’s ready or find someone who is.”

Seeding my son After about ten minutes of enjoying Tom's mouth pleasuring my cock, I pushed him down on the bed and spread his legs, dove-in and began to eat his young neg pussy, getting it wet for its first poz breeding. Tom moaned and squirmed as my tongue worked to get inside his hole, slowly opening it up for the later invasion by my cock. As his bud begins to open to my tongue, I start rubbing my thumb along the edge and slowly inserting it. Soon, I can get both thumbs in and spread out his hole. My first two fingers begin to slide in, and soon they are doing what comes natural to them. My nails begin to dig into his lining, making small tears for my bug to get into his system with. "Please, Dad," begged Tom, "get that poz cock in my cunt and give me your bug. Make me poz with the same cum that made me!" I looked into his eyes and saw the desire, the want, the need in there. Still I asked "Are you sure you want this?" "Yes, Dad, breed me with your poz cum!" I leaned down and kissed him as my cock found his hole and began to slide into his neg cunt. Soon I felt my balls hit his ass, and knew I was going to blast his hole with my poz seed even if he asked me to pull out now. I slowly began to slide my cock in and out of his cunt, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Tom moaned in pleasure as my cock pounded his hole, tearing it up more as I broke through his second ring and really started to pound him into the mattress. Since I knew he was going to be taking loads all night from Dave and me, I let my first batch of Swimmers build quicker than I normally would, so soon I felt the tingle in my balls that signaled my poz cum would soon be impregnating my son. "Last chance, son," I cautioned. "Give it to me, Dad. Plant your seed in me." "All right, here you go!" And with that I shoved all nine inches into him and let go. It was a good sized load, and Dave would soon be using it to fuck his own loads into my son to make him our son. I stayed inside till I knew all my seed was now in his ass, then I slowly withdrew. Dave was standing beside me, and as soon as I was out, he climbed onto the bed and lined-up his cock. I lay down beside Tom and we kissed as Dave's eight inch plus cut cock slid into Tom's cunt, remarking "That load feels so good in there. Your cunt will be well on its way to being infected soon," as he pounded Tom into the mattress. Tom, meanwhile, moaned in pleasure around my kiss. When Dave took-over kissing Tom, I got off the bed to retrieve a few things to help Tom's conversion. When I got back from the bathroom, Tom was writhing under Dave. I knew from watching Dave breed other boys, that he was getting close to adding his poison seed with mine in my son. As I climbed back onto the bed, I grabbed the plug from the nightstand, and just as I began to give Tom another kiss, Dave groaned "Take my dirty seed, son!" Dave stayed in Tom until his entire load was planted deep inside. While he slowly pulled out, he kissed Tom. Once his cock slipped out of Tom's cunt, I pulled my surprise from behind my back: a new hard bristle toothbrush. Tom smiled at me when he saw it, and grabbed his ankles, giving me full access to his now opened and well bred cunt. I slid the brush into him and began to vigorously brush his innards to help his lining become even more receptive to allowing the virus into his system. While brushing his hole, my cock sprang back to life. Once I was sure that the brushing had done its part of the job, I pulled the brush out, and sure enough, the bristles were a nice shade of dark pink. I showed it to Tom as I lined my hard cock up with his cunt again and sank into it. This fuck, I took my time with and varied my technique as I gave him pleasure as well as continuing to work that deadly seed into his ass lining. Tom's cock had stayed rock hard the entire time we had been fucking him, which was close to an hour now, and Tom's breathing began to change, and I realized that he was getting close to shooting his possibly last neg load. Dave noticed it too, and leaned down and took Tom's cock into his mouth. As Dave went down to Tom's balls, Tom grabbed the back of his head and kept him there as he groaned, shooting his load into Dave's mouth. The sensation of my son's ass clenching around my cock as he shot into my boyfriend's mouth caused me to go over the edge, and a few strokes later I growled too and shot my second life-changing load into his cunt. Dave rolled off, and, for the second time that afternoon, I slowly pulled out of Tom's cunt, which was most definitely destroyed. Reaching over, I grabbed the plug and slid it in, remarking "That will keep those loads in there until we can recharge and add some more." Tom leaned-up and kissed first me, and then Dave, thanking us by saying "I hope your gift takes soon. This has been exactly what I wanted." "Well, if I know our seed, in about two weeks you will be sick as a dog." We all spent the rest of that weekend fucking my son, and we all knew that when he left to go back to school on Monday morning that he was well on his way to being infected. The next few weeks Tom spent every moment he could with one or the both of us getting fucked and brushed and every other trick we could come up with to ensure that he would come down with our bug, and sure enough, a few weeks after our initial meet-up, Tom came over and felt sick from the fuck flu. Dave and I spent the weekend taking care of him and giving him more of our toxic cum. A few weeks after he was better, I sent him to the free clinic where he learned he was now carrying our strain in his system. We all went out to celebrate, and it was then that Tom told us that now that he was confirmed poz, that he wanted to spread it to the guys on his wrestling team. Dave and I offered to help if any of the guys would be up to it. He smiled at us, and said he knew a couple of guys that would like to be fucked by some hot daddies.

MAL Leather Slave’s Reward - The Stealth Bomber, Episode 4:– Slave #1-2014. The bloodied cotton square is safely secured to the index card and placed in my treasure chest. Another negative ass has been infected, and 2014 is off to a great start. Washington, DC, provides many opportunities for stealthing and infecting negative ass. Lots of business travellers, college kids, tourists, government-related workers and officials, the list goes on and on, but there is one group that I always find a challenge and that is the leather crowd at the annual Mid-Atlantic Leather (MAL) Convention that is held every year in January. Now, there are cum slut bottoms galore at MAL, fuck just walk through the hotel and you can find bottoms with their doors open and asses up for any dick that will mount them. But for me, that’s too easy and most of those dumb cunts are already POZ, so I go on the hunt for the rare leather species – the negative leather bottom – and Friday night I tracked and bagged my latest prize. There are several websites where people attending MAL typically post messages looking to set up connections and as I scoured and trolled them there was one that caught my eye. A leather bear daddy was bringing his slave to MAL for the first time and wanted to find a ‘safe’ top to share him with, also for the first time. They were both negative, the slave was in his mid-20’s, new to the leather scene, and the leather bear was clearly trying to still have fun while protecting his slave from the hungry wolves. Perfect. We exchanged several emails to discuss what we each got into, how big my dick was as the leather bear’s was average so they wanted someone well hung to work the slave’s hole, did we only play safe, our status and of course I assured him I was negative and played only safe. Bullshit. Yet, as always, the asshole believed me and so we agreed to meet early Friday evening to help get their weekend to DC started right. The leather bear daddy wanted also wanted to be a sub/cuckold and be ordered to sit and watch as another top used his slave so to prepare for the big night I polished up my black boots, pulled out my bag of paddles and other toys, and let my balls churn my toxic load into a thick heavy cream, and did not jack off or fuck any ass for 5 days. I could almost taste my own jizz every time my dick twitched because my nutts were so swollen and full. At 6:30 p.m. I made my way through the lobby of the MAL host hotel, acknowledging some of the looks and stares I got, dismissing others, and making a mental note of one or two slut looking bottoms I may want to sniff out later if things did not go as planned. But I’m the Stealth Bomber, things ALWAYS go as planned. I knocked on the hotel room door and the slave opened it immediately. The slave boy was cute, scruffy looking, average body, and was wearing a thick leather collar with a chain that dragged on the floor. His eyes were downcast so I slapped his face and pushed him aside as I walked into the room, knowing his cheek was stinging good right now and his eyes had teared up a bit. As I had ordered, the leather bear daddy was sitting in a chair close to the door, the only light in the room was from the fixture by the door to the room, casting much of the room in a dim glow and dark shadows. The daddy’s head turned, his eyes gleamed, his mustached lips trembled a bit as he saw me, and he jacked his dick frantically in anticipation. I stopped in front of him and SLAPPED his face too and said, “Don’t forget who’s in charge tonight. Did I say you could touch your dick yet? Fucking sit there, and watch.” The leather bear daddy’s eyes were alight with fire now, anger and desire mixed, but he nodded and set his hands on the arms of the chair. I proceeded to the far side of the bed where he could not see, set my bag down, pulled out my cotton squares and a few other essentials. I flung a box of condoms onto the bed, a bottle of lube, a leather paddle, a hand towel, walked back around the end of the bed and said to the leather daddy, “You fucking stink. If you’re going to stay and watch me use your slave you need to take a good shower, or you can leave and can come back when I call you.” The leather bear opened his mouth to object, thought better of it, nodded, got up, and walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and I soon heard the water running. The slave was still standing near the door, so I walked over, scooped the chain up, led him towards the bed, dropped the chain, and with my left hand reached out and stroked his dick which made him jump. He had a pretty good size dick for a bottom and he looked at me in confusion. I lowered my voice and whispered, “I bet your master doesn’t let you cum often does he? Here, put one of these condoms on your dick and jack yourself off. I’ll then put it in my bag and he will never know. I want you to have pleasure in this too and it will be our little secret. It’ll make my big dick really hard to see you jack off and I know you like having a big dick up your ass don’t you?” The slave smiled, nodded his head anxiously, I could see his hunger for my dick. I reached over, grabbed the box of condoms, tore one open and handed it to him. He slipped it over his dick, furiously jerking himself, as I leaned back in and said, “We don’t have much time. You may speak – what will make you cum quicker? My finger in your ass?” The slave was almost panting at that, he just nodded, so I let him watch as I stuck my right index finger in my mouth, spit it up real good, then turned him, spread his cheeks, and then rammed my finger into his dry chute. He squealed like a stuck pig, “Shhh,” I said, as now that my finger was in his hole I took my left hand and covered his mouth. I knew my right index finger was hurting him. It was supposed to. I always keep that nail longer, and the edges sharpened just so I can slice and dice the inside of an ass and get it ready for me to infect. I jabbed my finger harder and harder, his little chute tried to pucker up tight and fought me, but I cut my way through and while be beat his dick I began to finger his golden knob, messaging his prostate round and round making him sigh and moan into my hand. This was taking too long. “Come on boy. Shoot that fucking slave cum. Shoot that worthless faggot cum. If you want to get fucked by a real man’s dick you better shoot that cum faggot. Just wait until you feel my big dick up your ass, filling you up like your master can’t.” That did the trick. The slave’s chute tried to snap my finger off and his body trembled in joy as he shot a big load into the condom. I yanked my finger out, saw it was coated pretty good in red, turned the boy around, gently eased the condom off his dick and had to admire the load he shot. “Feel better now?” I asked. The slave smiled, nodded, “Stay there,” I ordered. I walked over to the bed, set the freshly filled condom on the bed near the pillows, laid one of my hand towels over it, picked up one of my cottons squares off the floor and rubbed my red-coated finger clean, walked back to the slave with another towel and whispered, “Here. Wipe your dick clean. Get off the cum. Now coat it with lube, just stand there looking in the mirror and jerk your dick. Get it hard again.” The slave nodded. I took the towel, laid it near the foot of the bed with my lube. The scene was set, time to get the action started. I went to the bathroom door and rapped on it hard with my knuckles, “Get the fuck out here. I don’t have all night to wait on your hairy ass.” The door swung open, the leather bear looked ashamed, he nodded, grabbed a towel and followed me back into the room as he dried himself off. “Much better,” I snarled. “You don’t smell like a fucking barn anymore. Time to work this piece of shit over. I told him I wanted to see if he could get that faggot dick of his hard. So far it looks like he’s got a cunt dick. Soft and worthless like a good slave huh. Sit back in that chair. I don’t want to see you touching your dick. You just watch. Understand?” The leather bear daddy nodded, sat back in the chair, I picked up the slave’s chain as he wiped his lubed covered hand off on his chest. I slapped his face hard, told him to lick my boats, and the leather bear started moaning in joy and agreement at just that. “Shut the fuck up!” I yelled. “I don’t need to hear the fucking peanut gallery. You sit there and WATCH and be QUIET.” After the slave licked my boots, I sat on the edge of the bed and had him undress me. When I stood up and my dick flew out, hard and ready to infect and breed, both the slave and the leather bear gasped a little. That was alright. I wanted them to be mesmerized by my dick and remember it well. I then made the slave bend over the bed, his chain rattling against the metal frame, as I used my paddle to beat his ass nice and red. By now the leather bear daddy’s dick was practically streaming precum and I caught him a couple times reaching for his dick, but one look from me and he jerked his hand back. Preliminaries were over. The blood had dried on the cuts I had made in the slave’s ass earlier, so it was time to open them up again and unload my infected cum. This slave might have come to MAL clean and negative, but he would go home carrying my POZ bug and it would happen right in front of his loving and protective leather bear daddy. The man who is supposed to keep him safe. The man who is supposed to ensure no harm comes to him. Dumb asses. I dragged the slave to the far side of the bed, deeper into the shadows. I slapped his face hard a couple times, forced him to his knees, shoved my dick in his mouth, then in disgust said, “You’re a worthless cock sucker. That mouth is a waste. Here, open your mouth, this is all your mouth is good for and you better hope your ass is better.” When the slave opened his mouth I inserted a big ball gag and tied it tight. Can’t have him telling his bear daddy what’s happening next. I yanked him back up, shoved him onto the bed, “Get on your fucking hands and knees, scoot back a little, you want this big dick? Think you can take it?” All the slave could do was whimper, so I said to the bear daddy, “You sure your slave can take me? It takes me a while to cum? You sure you want me to give it to him? Make his ass sore?” I could see him smile and his dick twitch and bounce as the bear daddy nodded, eager to see me give his slave what he couldn’t. I grabbed the slave’s chain, yanked on it hard, his head craned back as I drove my right index finger back in his pucker hole making him cry out and whimper into the ball gag. He strained against the collar trying to pull away, but I held tight. “You better not run. Your master is watching you. You want to make him proud don’t you? You want to serve him like a good slave right? Good, now you fucking faggot, toss those condoms back toward me and listen to your master tell you what a worthless slave you are and how he is going to punish you later for fighting me. Tell him asshole, tell him how worthless he is. Tell him I’m here because your fucking little dick ain’t shit and it’s time for his ass to feel a real man. Talk dirty. That shits gets me hard. Tell your slave how it humiliates you to see someone else give him what you can’t.” As the leather bear daddy did as he was told and started talking dirty to his slave, I made a grand show of grabbing the box of condoms, tearing one off, opening the packet up, mumbling about it not going on quick enough and pretending to squirt a big shot of lube on the slave’s hole. In reality I had only put small a squirt of lube on his ass and a light coating on my dick and in my ‘fumbling’ had dropped the condom from the packet into my bag on the floor. “Fucking faggot slave. Ready for this dick? I can’t hear you, I said I CAN’T FUCKING HEAR YOU!” and with that I rammed my raw dick into the slave’s already bloody ass. Every muscle in his body tensed and jerked like he had just been electrocuted and the leather bear got louder and more verbal as he saw his slave assaulted and knew it was hurting – he was fucking loving it. Immediately as the initial shock wore off the slave’s head snapped around, his neck straining, his eyes bulged as they met mine and I could tell he knew. He knew I was fucking him raw and there was not a damn thing he could do a about it. Shit I love that look of fear, realization, and the shimmers of desire for it, wanting it, needing my cum inside them. I have to admit he played the loyal slave part well and tried to buck and twist and get away, but I just dropped the chain, grabbed the collar around his neck, yanked him back and up against my body as I buried the rest of my bareback shaft in his hole and whispered so only he could hear, “Feel me? Feel that dick deep? I know this is what you want, and I will give it to you.” The slave started to struggle wildly to free himself from my raw fuck, so I slammed him face down on the bed, pulled his body back a bit so his ass was hanging off the edge of the bed and deep dicked him. The leather bear daddy was going crazy and was excited as hell and was literally pounding his fists on the arms of the chairs in excitement as he watched his slave get fucked and used. It only took several strokes of deep dicking before the slave relaxed and stopped fighting. The pure ecstasy of having a big, raw dick stroking his guts and opening that ass overwhelmed all other thoughts and feelings. “Look at your faggot slave,” I said to the bear daddy, “Pushing his ass back, he wants me deeper, harder.” I lifted my right leg and angled into his hole, making him whimper, and I could tell his ass was getting wetter and it was time for my first load. Hot scalding cum shot from the head of my dick into his quivering hole and I pulled almost all the way out to ensure some of shot directly into the bloody cuts I had made with my nail before sinking back in. To the leather bear daddy, I did not let on that I was cumming at all. As far as he knew, I was just mixing up my thrusts and angles. The slave however knew. He strained to turn his head again, his eyes begging and pleading. Maybe he wanted to say stop, but I knew he meant he wanted me to give it to him. Bottoms can always feel when I cum. I shoot hard into the walls, and its thick and sticky like oatmeal, and my dick pulses like a cannon with every shot of infection. The slave whimpered a little, turned his head back, and I continued pumping, working my load deeper and deeper. After another minute I slowed and said to the bear, “OK, shut the fuck up. Just watch and learn.” Leaving my dick buried to the hilt in his ass, I grabbed his collar with both hands lifted the slave up and off the bed, turned, sat on the bed and laid back. “Ride that dick faggot slave. Bounce on it. Open that ass up.” I wrapped the chain to the collar around my wrist in case he got any stupid ideas and watched as he sneakily tried to reach back and feel my raw dick. I rapped his hand with my knuckles, spread my legs, he got the idea and slowly started bouncing on my dick. I gave him just enough chain so he could get a good bounce, but not come all the way off. My poz cum had made my dick glisten and shine and with every bounce the slave made, he helped assure his own infection. Time for the second breeding. I leaned up, grabbed his collar tight and in one motion pulled him back onto my chest as I brought my feet up and wedged them on the edge of the bed. “Listen to your faggot slave moan,” I said to the leather bear who was still sitting and watching in his chair, “My dick is stretching his walls now, punching in with every thrust, now listen to him as I bust his hole open.” I paused, adjusted the slave’s body on top of mine, I let go of his collar, reached down and cupped both hands under his ass to pull it open wider and hold him in place, leaned to his right – away from his master – and whispered in his ear, “Time for the next load in your ass.” The slave mumbled, I am sure he said PLEASE, as I eased my throbbing dick all the way until just the tip of my head was nestled at his torn hole. I shifted my feet, then SLAMMED MY DICK THROUGH HIS ASS RING, TEARING HIM MORE, SHREDDING HIM UP, PREPARING HIS HOLE FOR MORE INFECTED CUM. The slave shook and trembled, and swung his head from side to side as I beat fucked him. I dug my nails deeper into the flesh of his ass cheeks to keep his hole in place as I busted in and out and in and out, and as his whimpering increased so did my need to unload so I picked up the pace, angling from side to side with each thrust, doing as much damage as I could. Again the leather bear daddy thought I was pausing to change positions, but I was seeding his slave’s hole again. With every burst of my infected cum into his sore ass, the slave whimpered and turned his head to try to nuzzle into me. His assring was in total spasm from being abused, and milked every drop I had. My dick was still in the slave’s ass when I turned my head and said to the leather bear daddy. “Pull your chair all the way back to the door to the room. I want your slave to be able to really see you good.” While he was moving his chair, I dropped my legs, pushed the slave forward and up and stood up with my dick still in his ass. The slave seemed somewhat dazed and confused so I led him to the spot between the end of the bed and the dresser the TV was on, told him to brace himself with one hand on the bed, the other on the dresser. He hung his head, I yanked his head back with the chain, leaned close to his ear and whispered, “You look in your Master’s eyes as he watches you take my poz load.” That revelation made the slave try to turn again, but I slapped his head hard and he stumbled as I ran him forward, driving his body against his leather daddy who was stunned and shocked and had put up in hands in self defense. He opened his mouth and I said, “SHUT THE FUCK UP. DON’T SAY A WORD YOU CUCKOLD SON-OF-A-BITCH. YOU’RE AS WORTHLESS AS YOUR FAG SLAVE. NOW YOU GET TO FEEL UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL HOW YOUR SLAV’ES BODY REACTS TO BEING FUCKED BY A REAL DICK!” I started to slam fuck the slave’s ass, his cum filled guts slurping and burping and making wet sloppy noises as he grunted, his face just inches from his leather daddy’s as I forced my poz cum deeper and deeper in his ass. I dropped the chain, took a step back, clawed my nails into the flesh of his hips and drove my dick hard up his hole as I pulled the slave’s body backwards to meet my dick. He was defenseless now. His ass was totally open and if his leather daddy could have looked down, he would have seen a glistening trail of cum and pink juice streaking the back of the boy’s thighs. The leather bear daddy’s eyes were wide as saucers now. His mouth was twisting in odd shapes as he forced himself to hold in any sound. The slave was whimpering louder, begging for me to finish my poz work, so I did. With the full force of my body I slammed the slave forward against his leather daddy sitting in the chair, wrapped both hands around the slave’s neck, squeezed his throat hard and exclaimed, “I’M GONNA FUCKING CUM, HOLY SHIT, FUCK, GIVE ME THAT FAGGOT SLAVE ASS, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME…..UGGGGG….SHIT…..UGGGGG……” This load felt twice as big as the first and went on and on and the slave’s body shuddered and spasmed in response. I was breathing hard and took my time working my cum in, caring nothing for how the bear daddy or his slave may feel right then. It was all about me and my need to infect and breed. Still keep my semi-hard dick in the slave’s ass, I reached down, dug my nails back into the flesh of his hips, pulled him back a yard or so and gave his leather bear daddy my most wicked, evil smile. The bear daddy was breathing hard too and I looked, and he had shot his own load all up onto his stomach, his dark hair now matted in gobs of white. “Did I fucking say you could touch yourself?” I asked. He gulped and meekly replied, “I didn’t I swear. I just, it just, fuck. It just happened. I…..” I shook my head, “Whatever, go clean that off real good. I don’t want to smell your funk.” The leather daddy bear held his hands out like he was afraid to touch himself as he walked into the bathroom. I yanked my dick out of the slave’s used ass making him cry out into the ball gag, quickly dragged him by the chain back to the other side of the bed, moved the hand towel near the pillows aside, took the condom the slave had filled earlier and squirted a dob of lube on it, rolled it around, then flung it onto the carpet in front of the TV. The slave looked at me in realization and I just smiled. I then bent down, grabbed a couple of my cotton squares, roughly dabbed his hole to secure my treasure trove, dropped the chain and said, “Go fucking kneel by the condom.” I jumped into my pants to hide my cum coated dick, then slid a piece of paper out of my pocket, walked over to the kneeling slave, slid the paper between his collar and neck, and leaned down and whispered in his ear, “You’re mine now.” I grabbed my boots and was just putting them on when the leather bear daddy came out of the bathroom. He looked at me, his slave kneeling, the used condom on the floor, he smiled wide, not having a fucking clue I just changed both their lives. I finished getting dressed, grabbed my bag, and pushed past the leather bear on my out without saying a fucking word to him. The elevator doors closed and I had to smile and wonder, what would the slave do to make sure his master did not find his ass full of cum? Hopefully this was a two-fer and once turned, the slave will then infect the leather bear daddy. I did not even make it to the next floor in the elevator before there must have been some fucking blue-light special tweet go out as it seemed the bottoms could smell cummy dick. Greedy slut bottoms were getting on at every floor it seemed. I just shook my head, they were all too easy, no I had something better in mind. At 11:55 I opened my front door and there sitting on the steps was the slave I fucked at the hotel. I held the door open as he walked in. I shut the door, he unzipped his leather jacket and held out the chain that was attached to his collar. I wrapped the chain around my left hand, pulled his cold body close, looked down in his eyes and snarled, “What the fuck are you doing here faggot slave? Where the hell is your master?” The slave shook a little, looked at the floor, and said, “Your note said ‘AIDS DICK – BE HERE BY MIDNIGHT’ so I am Sir. I…I left Master at the club, the one holding the Domination party. He…he..” I smiled, slapped his head, and said, “Good faggot. Time for you to learn how to worship an AIDs dick and to get your reward.”

The Stealth Bomber, Episode 3: A Little Family Business – William Walter Jefferson Hanscomb III, or “Tre” as he is called by his family and friends, is the nominal head of my firm and a complete douche bag. He is an entitled prick who comes from a wealthy family in Houston, Texas – the River Oaks crowd – and who’s granddaddy made a killing in the oil business. William Jr, Tre’s daddy, tripled the family fortune but instead of another grand leader for the Hanscomb family they got Tre. It was clear Tre did not inherit the family balls, those went to his sister who officially runs the family conglomerate in Houston and Tre got shunted off to DC to run one of the family’s many side businesses and reminds everyone daily how he has been cheated and abused by his family and three ex-wives and is stuck in this – in his words – “God forsaken shit hole of city full of nothing but thiefs.” Tre makes a special point of being extra nasty to me in front of the other staff, and none of them can understand how I take it and don’t fight back, but I brush it off with a smile. What they don’t know is that every chance Tre gets he is on his knees in my executive suite swallowing my infected load, or bent over my desk begging to be fucked. Maybe one of these days I’ll tell the story about how I stealth bombed Tre, who became my cuckold bitch and I added his bloody cotton square to my treasure chest and infected his dumb ass cunt. Since the first night I shot my load of toxic jizz in his mouth and up his ass, he has never once asked me to use or condom or asked my status and I think part of him knows he is sick and infected. I can see it in his eyes, my virus swimming around inside him, his skin has gotten grayish, his face has sunken in a bit from the weight he has lost, he has had several major bouts of what he called ‘just being a little tired,’ but I can tell. There are some days when just looking at him as he steps closer to being a full blown cunt gets my dick hard and I order him to my office to take my cum, ensuring his body never has a chance to recover. Tre will never get tested, he is a chicken shit and too afraid of what he may find out, and quite frankly the cunt is just too damn dumb to put the pieces together, which is fine by me. Earlier this spring Tre came to my office late one night all in a fluster and said he needed my help. I told him to shut the fuck up and lock the door and he could tell me what he wanted to while I shot my load up his ass. Tre pulled his pants down exposing his round ass. He never wore underwear so I had easy access to finger his hole with my right index finger, using my long nail to bloody him up as always, then dry fucked him, making Tre cry out a little and grunt as his ass opened up for me. Once I was balls deep and able to get a good stroke going I said, “Fuck. You sound just like a woman with all that wailing and whining and shit. Maybe if you had learned to be a man you might have kept at least one of your wives, so what the fuck is going on?” “You know my sister right?” Tre asked. “The one in Houston? Well her son is in trouble again the little shit. Christ what he has put our family through – UGHHH EASY PLEASE THAT HURTS!” I slapped Tre upside the head and continued to fuck his ass dry like I wanted as he continued, “Well the little shit just got caught stealing again. Can you believe that? Stealing? He is fucking 20 years old and not worked a day in his life! I guess it was to buy drugs or something since my sister cut him off when he got kicked out of college. I don’t know. Anyways, father worked out a deal with the judge that instead of sending Corey – that’s his name – instead of sending Corey to jail, they sent him to rehab again and then once he finishes his initial detox, they will send him up here to work at the firm and I am responsible for keeping the little shit out of trouble! How the fuck do I do that? The little shit is nothing but trouble and is more of an asshole than his mother!” I had to laugh at that and slammed my balls deep as I infected Tre’s ass yet again and said, “Clearly being an asshole runs in your family. Shut up minute and lick my dick clean like a good cock sucker.” While Tre was tucking his dress shirt into his $3,500 suit pants and I settled back behind my desk, his sick eyes looked at me as he pleaded, “I need your help. I need Corey to work for you. I can’t handle him – no not all – I can’t. I know you can though, you could make him your assistant, you could teach the little shit some manners, and finally learn how to obey!” I laughed again and said, “You mean like I taught you to obey? So is your nephew a cock sucking cunt like you? Does that run in the family too?” Tre’s face got bright red now, his anger getting the best of him as he yelled, “YOU WILL fucking do this for me and YOU WILL NOT TOUCH HIM!!” I jumped out of my chair, grabbed Tre by the back of the neck and pushed him face down onto my desk, banging his face hard, stunning him a little. I grabbed a pair of scissors from the top desk drawer and quickly drove them into the seam of his expensive suit pants, ripping and cutting the fabric as I exposed his ass. I dropped the scissors onto the desk, shoved three fingers inside his cummy hole, clawed and scraped as hard as I could while Tre struggled a bit under the grip of my left hand. My right hand quickly opened my zipper and my 9-inch dick was brick hard and ready to punish the mouthy little cunt and zeroed in on my target. I slammed balls deep as hard as I could and quickly gave Tre another load. I pulled out, wiped my slimey dick across the back of his shredded dress pants, zipped up and said, “You may want to speak to your tailor about that. Pretty sloppy work if you ask me. Get the fuck out of my office!” Tre looked honestly chastised as he wrapped his suit coat around his waist and slunk back to his office and he stayed away from me for the next couple of days. Later that week he came and apologized, asked nicely for my help with his nephew who was scheduled to arrive on a plane the next morning, so I agreed. I had several big projects going so could always use the extra help. Late the next morning Tre knocked on my office door and introduced me to Corey. For a 20-year old he looked rough for his age and the drugs Tre said he had been on had clearly taken their toll as Corey looked as sick as his Uncle, but for clearly different reasons. Corey was dressed in a dirty and stained t-shirt, baggy denim shorts, torn up sneakers that were untied, and was wearing an ankle monitor. His black hair was greasy and stringy and he was taller than his Uncle and about my size. He could have been good looking if he didn’t look like such a train wreck. Introductions were made, I gave Corey the up and down checkout and he boldly gave it right back. Hmmm, interesting. Tre explained how the ankle monitor would go off if Corey left the office building or his new apartment, that he had urine tests scheduled every two days to make sure he stayed clean, and that if he did not show the judge he was committed to working and getting his life together he would end up in jail. Tre then closed the door and I was left with his wayward family spawn. “Would you like something to drink?” I asked Corey as I walked over to my wet bar. He just ignored me, slumped into the oversized leather couch, crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes. I sat down beside him and said, “Look, I think your Uncle is an asshole too – frankly your whole family is – so you and I are in a bit of the same boat on this one. Let’s make a deal, let’s just get through this together, do what has to be done, and get you back to wherever the fuck you want to go, alright?” Corey didn’t say word, just looked at me and said, “You got any cash man? I need to grab some food and though I might hit the sandwich place downstairs. I gave him a $50 and 30 minutes later he was back, slumped on the couch again, and eating a roast beef sandwich. He was acting pretty fidgety too and as I looked into his eyes I saw they were glassy so asked, “How about my change?” Corey hemmed and hawed a bit, so I sat beside him and said, “Look. I frankly don’t give a shit what you do. You hear me? Hang on, I need to piss.” I purposely left the door open to my executive bathroom and stood so Corey had a nice view of my thick meat and piss stream. Straight or gay or whatever, most drugs make your horned as shit, so I wanted to dangle some bait and see if this fish would bite. I walked back into my office with my dick still half way out of my pants to make sure he got a good look before zipping up. I sat back down beside him, real close, and said, “So Corey. You played sports right? Like what? What did you study in school? Tell me what sort of things you’re good at? We’ll see where you can help me.” I grabbed a handful of my dick, shifted it, stroked it twice, and settled in for him to answer. Corey was still not talking so I said, “That’s cool if you don’t want to talk about that stuff. So tell me, how did you make all the money you needed to buy drugs if your family had cut you off. What exactly did you do?” At this Corey sat up straight and replied, “I’ve done what I needed to do.” Just as I had thought, hhhmmm. After he ate, Corey used my bathroom and seemed even more wired when he came out. I knew then he was definitely on something and was biding my time until I knew most folks from the office had gone home before making my move. At about 7:45, a good hour after Corey had crashed, his Uncle Tre came to my office and saw Corey passed out on my couch. He tried to wake him up, but Corey just rolled onto his side. I laughed and told Tre, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of him tonight. Go on home. I know your future ex-wife is expecting you.” Tre shot me a nasty look, shook his head and left. It was now time. I went over and shook Tre and sat him up. He came to for a moment and asked, “Was….was….was that Uncle shit…my Uncle? You….you covered for me man. You’s a good man, thanks, I…I..don’t want to go to jail…I just needed…shit…I just.. no one has ever looked at for me man…..thanks…I….” Reaching into Corey’s short’s pockets I found the baggy that had probably been full when he started and took what was left and flushed it down my toilet. I had not seeded an ass in a few days, and my need to infect someone was raging, and the universe had just handed me a fresh hole to use. Corey was laying on his side again, so I shook him a few more times and did not even get a mumble, the kid was out. Excellent. I adjusted his body so he was flat on his back, slid his shorts down and off, then worked his dirty t-shirt off over his head. Corey was breathing deep and steady and did not stir, so after removing his underwear and his sneakers I stood back to admire tonight’s offering. Yeah he was a bit scrawny and sick looking, looked like he might have a nice size dick, but it was not his body or face I was interested in, I wanted his ass. With little effort I rolled Corey over and kneeled beside him so I could smell his sweet, unused ass. SNIFF!! Yes, a little musky, and I bet it tasted even better. I stood back up, got undressed, hung my suit on my chair, walked into the bathroom and out of my bag pulled a couple of my cotton squares and an index card and a towel. I never knew when I might get a chance to infect an unsuspecting cunt, so I was always prepared. I set my supplies on the floor by the couch, shifted Corey’s right leg to the side so it was dangling off the edge, climbed between his legs, parted his cheeks, and sniffed and licked at his hole. DELICIOUS! As I ate his ass I could feel his pucker twitch and try to pull in like a clam hiding in its shell. Corey barely made a noise as I ate his ass like a fury, my need to infect was so intense now and knowing I had someone beneath me I could use as I willed made my dick drip with cum like acid. It was time for this boy to become a man. I took my right index finger and made sure I gouged his ass ring as I clawed my way in. Corey’s whole body twitched, he moaned loudly, and just in case he decided to wake up, I grabbed the towel, ready to press it over his mouth. I continued to claw at Corey’s ass and his body relaxed, no more moans, no more moving, he was mine. If he had done whatever he needed to do to score money, getting fucked was not it. His assring was tight, so if anything, I bet he had topped men, or maybe sucked dick. Even better. I withdrew my finger, a trail of fresh, hot blood followed, which I scooped up and mixed with a bit of spit to coat my dick. When my dick was nice and wet and sticky, I climbed up on the couch, positioned myself over Tre’s sleeping nephew, lined my dick up with his now torn hole, and gently lowered myself down. Corey’s ass resisted, so I put my full weight on his back, used both hands to spread his cheeks, and pushed with my hips. There was no going back now even if he did wake up as my dick could smell that neg hole and wanted in and I was sure I tore him more as I continued to push in and his pucker gave way. A few loud moans and a couple spasms told me Corey was still alive but hardly kicking as even with me pushing into his ass raw he did not rouse. I took my time feeling the heat from his ass broil my dick while I slid all 9-inches inside. When I was balls deep, I slowly pulled out a few inches and pushed back in, the widest part of my dick opening him up more, his throat letting a small gasp of air escape. My need to infect now was like and army of Titans screaming in my head so I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, 4, 5, 6, strokes and BAM! A steady river of AIDs cum exploded out of my dick and into his neg ass. Holy FUCK! I swear his hole milked me as I came, and as the roar of the Titans should have subsided. They did not and continued to build and build as a second stream spewed right behind the first. While it was not much of a fuck, it was what I need for the moment, so I yanked my dick out hard eliciting another gasp of air from the still knocked out nephew. I sat on the edge of the couch, grabbed one of my cotton squares, and stared in awe and wonder at the reward of my conquest as the bleached white cotton turned red as sin. I got up, made myself a drink, watched Corey sleep for a while and knew when I set my empty glass down I was ready for another round, so I licked my right index finger and started to get that tender hole shredded for more. A few loads later I was satisfied, and the toxic Titans appeased, so I walked into my bathroom and had to smile at the stain of red on my upper thighs and lower torso. Yes, tonight was well worth that $50. Corey was still out, and I still couldn’t rouse him, so I called his Uncle Tre, told him I had to work through the night to finish up for a presentation in the morning, that his nephew was with me and was OK. I grabbed some shut eye on the other couch, awoke a few times through the night to check on Corey, who was still breathing and had barely moved. Whatever the fuck he had taken sure did a number on him. I was up at 5:00 a.m. sharp, had some coffee and breakfast and a clean suit delivered by my assistant who was in at 6:00, and around 6:30 Corey stirred. I was sitting at my desk, reading the NY Times when Corey groaned, moaned, rolled over, sat up, rubbed his eyes, yawned, stretched, and with barely a nod to me stumbled into my bathroom. He did not seem to wonder or care that he was naked, and my suspicions were confirmed from his morning hard-on that he did have a nice dick on him, better than his Uncle for sure. I heard the shower start and a few minutes later I saw Corey standing in the door looking at his hand, and then I noticed what he was holding. Corey had dug around in my bag and found my index card that had his name on it and yesterday’s day - the same index card that had the bloody cotton square on it for my treasure chest that was still damp, red, and covered in the blood from his ass after I fucked him. Corey looked at me, and I’ve seen those looks before – flashes of what they think happened, fear, loathing, excitement, confusion, desire, and need – that in turn made my own need grow again. I rose from chair and calmy walked towards Corey as his face flashed black with anger, his fists clenched at his side. “What…what….did you do?” he asked in a voice that was slightly hoarse. “I didn’t do anything you didn’t want Corey, or need. You need a man to guide you, help you, show you what a father should have shown you, or your piss ass Uncle.” I calmly started to removed my suit as Corey’s eyes watched me. He didn’t move, just stood there with my index card, my treasure, his hands not even trembling. Yes, he wanted it, and needed more, as did I. When I was as naked as Corey was, I walked back to him, put my hands on his shoulders and turned him face first against the door. I pressed my body against his, rubbing my hands up and down his arms, his sides, and then once again spread those ass cheeks to let me in as I thrust my dick into his dry, caked hole. “PULL OUT, PLEASE, I CAN’T TAKE IT, IT HURTS!” Corey pleaded. “It’s supposed to hurt, that way you know you have been fucked like a man, by a man, and connected in a way that no two others can. Let your mind go, embrace what your body is feeling, trust me, this will be the best fucking high of your life and won’t get you locked up. The intense pain, the pleasure, the ecstasy, and when you cum, you will cum with your whole body.” “No stop, please stop,” Corey whined louder. I knew he didn’t mean it, I knew he wanted to feel his ass throb for days afterwards, a reminder of me inside of him, so I gave it to him harder. He was making little sounds like a puppy makes begging for his momma’s teat, so I slid my dick out of his hot ass, turned him away from the door, held his face between my hands and said, “It’s OK to want it, I will give it you more than I already have. Come here.” I eased down onto the floor and laid on my back, my dick rock hard and straight up and coated in fresh blood from tearing his hole open again. Corey straddled my dick and looked into my eyes as I held his hands and guided him down. He threw his head back and let out a big, “AAAAAAWWWWWWW FUCK,” as my dick reentered him and he clenched my hands tight. Corey was still hesitant so I thrust my hips up, burying my dick as deep as I could while Corey let go and dropped his body onto mine. We were once again united. I moved my hips and his body, making the endorphins rush to his brain and whatever pain Corey had felt was now surpassed by pleasure as he started bouncing on my infected dick as hard as he could, his eyes rolled back, his dick flapping up and down with each thrust of our bodies. “You getting close boy? I feel that hole grabbing onto my dick, trying to milk my load out. Is that what you want? Let me hear you ask for it, tell me to cum in you, tell me you want me to breed you, TELL ME YOU WANT TO GET FUCKED LIKE A MAN!!” As I shot gobs of my AIDs laced cum in his hole, I knew he was mine now, just like his Uncle Tre. Some guys feel the need to tell the bottom they are infecting that they are charging them with bio-cum. Not me. Oh they know I bred them, and I know I infected them, but the rest…well words can never truly convey what I just gave them. Corey fell forward onto my chest, panting hard, and as I nestled my still hard dick inside Corey’s cummy, tore up hole, I whispered in his ear, “I think we have come to an understanding yes? I don’t give a fuck what shit you snort, shoot, or take as long as you can control yourself, and if you let me, I can show you how to manage your need – all your needs, including that new one you got scratching at your belly to feel my dick in your ass. More importantly, if you get yourself cleaned up, I think it is time for you to take your right place in your family. You interested? Good, now here’s my plan.” Within 48 hours Corey was a sick as a dog, which his Uncle Tre thought was because he was still detoxing. Well, that was partly true, but I also new my AIDs bomb in his ass had taken, fast and furious, so I stayed with Corey at his place, nursed him through the worst of it, but still continued to fuck him and seed him as I wanted to ensure his immune system was destroyed! Corey got better, he chose to skip any more drugs for now and to focus on pleasing me at the office in every way he could. Time for the next round. Tre had been nagging me like an old woman about Corey and I kept brushing him off, but still made him suck my dick so he would not suspect a thing. It had been about two weeks since Corey had arrived and he had taken to being fucked like a cum hungry slut like a duck to water and had showed some pretty good business skills to boot. I told Tre to come by office around 8:00 p.m., once everyone else had left the office so he could get a progress update on Corey. Right on time Uncle Tre walks into my office, he stops in his tracks, pauses, his mouth drops, his eyes bulge open, and he starts screeching, “What are you doing? Get the fuck off him, get the fuck off him right now!” You see, when he walked in he saw his nephew bent over my desk, naked as the day he was born except for one of my silk ties wrapped around his neck, and me using it like the reins on a horse as I slam fucked his hole raw and with no mercy. I had already cummed in him once, and was working on load number two when Tre walked in, so it was perfect timing. I paused, slid my dick out of Corey’s ass as I backed him away from the desk a bit so only his hands were on the edge now. I walked over to Tre, the funk of his nephew’s hole making my dick all shiny. I grabbed Tre by the back of the neck and said, “Shut the fuck up and get on your knees here and clean my dick. Tatse your nephew’s ass juice!” I looked back at Corey who looked as stunned as Tre and then he got a wicked smile as he watched his Uncle kneel like the dumb cunt that he was and started sucking my dick hard. I let Tre slurp a good minute, then said, “Get the fuck out of that suit or should I play tailor again?” I casually walked back over to Corey and slammed balls deep using his Uncle’s spit for lube. Corey groaned and started trying to ride me as I told his Uncle, “Now crawl over here, wrap those pussy lips around your nephew’s dick, and show him what a good cock sucker you are.” The sounds of Tre sucking his nephew’s dick, and my body slamming Corey’s ass soon filled my office and within minutes Corey was warning us he was going to shoot. “YOU BETTER SWALLOW EVERY DROP OF YOUR NEPHEW’S CUM, YOU HEAR ME! VERY DROP! THAT’S IT – FUCK – I CAN FEEL HIS HOLE PULSING, HE’S CUMMING RIGHT NOW, TASTE IT, LET ME HEAR YOU, TASTE IT – TASTE HIS LOAD!” Hearing Tre gurgling on Corey’s cum sent me over the edge and I blew another load in Corey’s trained hole. Cum and ass juice ran down Corey’s thighs as I pulled out and went into my office’s bathroom to take a piss. I heard a few grunts and angry whispers so took my time to let them work out their family issues. When I stepped back into my office I realized it was all good as Tre was the one now bent over the desk and Corey looked back at me with the biggest shit eating grin I had ever seen in my life as he rammed his dick up his Uncle’s ass. I went to my bar, poured myself a drink, sat down on my leather couch and watched the show. Tre looked over at me, his face a mix of shame, guilt, and hunger so I raised my glass to him and said, “I think we can all agree now, time to acknowledge the torch has been passed to a new generation of your family and looks’ like you will always be the family BITCH!”

The Stealth Bomber, Episode 2: My first victim – Ernest – The first name in my log, and my first trophy, belongs to Ernest. As I finger and admire the index card with the square of cotton underwear on it, the blood now faded to brown, I recall the night it all clicked for me and I understood my need, my calling if you will. Sure I had fucked a few asses raw before that, but it was all just physical – dick in hole, dick in hole. But that first night with Ernest the physical wound tight to the mental, and both wrapped round and round my soul until I knew I needed to breed to infect and convert and I had no guilt whatsoever in who I infected or how. I have perfected many ways over the years of stealth fucking my victims and have done everything from using condoms that are so old they literally disintegrate while fucking, to using a razor blade to cut an X in the tip and resealing the package with a little glue, to just putting the head in a little, “I promise.” Yet nothing compares to the intense rush and satisfaction I get of them willingly giving me their hole raw, believing like the dumb fucks they are that I am negative too, and being so excited they beg to take my cum never knowing or suspecting that I am changing their lives forever with every little soldier I give them. They become my nasty, infected, viral filled cunts! For weeks before meeting Ernest everything just seemed off. I had this itch I needed to scratch, but did not know where or how. I was agitated and constantly shifting in my chair, drumming my fingers on the table, could not focus, and even my coffee tasted wrong, and anything I ate tasted blah. This was before barebacking became so openly talked about like it is now on websites, in porn, fuck all over the internet. I remember one little prick who went off on me right in the bar when I told him I liked to fuck raw, telling me how it was because of gay men like me that so many men were dying and not playing safe and that it was MY DUTY to ALWAYS wear a condom. Well that bitch got his, but that’s a story for another time. So anyways, I was in a foul mood, it was a Thursday night and I headed out to the Fireplace, a little gay bar down on P Street in Dupont. The place was crowded and had too many sweater-queens this night for my taste, which did not help my disposition. I had just downed my second rum and coke and was feeling more and more agitated when I saw Ernest. Well Ernest is (by his own admission) an ‘ugly old queen’. Attraction is a funny thing though as for me, an eager bottom who is face down, wet hole twitching, gets my engine running and I could care less what his face looks like. An eager cum whore who wants to take it is attractive as shit! I have fucked lots of studs who everyone thinks are 10, but they end up a 0 in bed – they just flop about like half dead fish – no heart in it. We used to call them prancers, all show. Ernest was no prancer, but he was an irritating, cock blocking fuck. I had seen him around, always one hand full of pamphlets about safe sex, the other fishing in his paper bag for a handful of condoms to pass out. He had no problem going right up to anybody and everybody and preaching the message and nothing killed my hard on faster than hearing that shit. Ernest made his rounds, plopped his ass on the stool at the end of the bar, did a couple shots, and tried flirting with anyone within an arms length and was quickly shot down by all. Something in me stirred watching him and that itch I had going on inside began to come into focus and that focus was directed right at him. Ernest picked up his pile of safe sex pamphlets, his wrinkled paper bag of condoms, and headed out the door and started walking up P Street. I quickly caught up with him and asked him if he had a light, and started to make small talk while casually rubbing my left hand up and down the growing bulge in my jeans, making Ernest stare and sputter at the bait being dangled for him. Time to reel this one in a little. “Hey,” I said, “You up for sharing a drink? I’m not quite ready to head home, but it was getting too crowded in there for me. Got anything good at your place?” Ernest quickly said sure, we hailed a cab, and 5 minutes later we were at his dingy little apartment. I can drink most men under the table and suggested we start off with a couple shots and I could quickly tell Ernest was not used to that, so I had found my net to bag this fish. I made sure to sit close to Ernest as he excitedly told me about his outreach work to promote safe sex, my thigh against his and the heat from my dick radiated close to his hand. I told him how great it was that he was doing that as I took his hand and placed it on my hard dick and held it there with my left hand covering his. Ernest had a hard time focusing now, between the liquor and my dick his mind and ass were thinking of sex. Perfect. I continued to praise him as I leaned close, my hot breath on his neck, as I told him, “It’s been so long since I have found someone I could trust to have sex with. There is so much risk out there now. But you, I know I can trust you can’t I?” Ernest just nodded as I stood, unzipped my pants, pulled out my now drooling 9-inch dick, and held it inches from his face. My dick bobbed and bounced in hunger as Ernest’s eyes got wide. I gently ran my right hand over the side of his head and whispered, “Can you lick it a little for me? Please? Just a little?” Ernest’s tongue ran over his lips several times like a snake sensing its next meal. He started to lean to the side to reach around me to the coffee table to grab a condom from his paper bag, but I grabbed his arm, his condoms spilling onto the coffee table and the floor as I pleaded, “PLEASE, just use your tongue on the shaft a little then? It has been so long since I have met a clean guy like you and I need to feel a man again.” I could see the battle being fought in his head as he decided what to do, but it took only a second for his need to overcome all else and for Ernest to open his mouth and take my head full in. DUMB CUNT WAS MINE NOW! I let Ernest take his time and relish in the taste of raw dick in his mouth. I precum a lot, and he savored the taste. The boy knows how to suck dick as his tongue and mouth action had me ready within a couple minutes and without warning I let my cum fly and fill his mouth. I held Ernest in place, my left hand on his shoulder, as I shot load number 1. He tried to jerk away when he first realized what was opening, but then instinct took over and he swallowed, first reluctantly and then with passion, until every drop of my infected cum was now sliding its way down his throat. I immediately pulled out, his mouth still open and tongue looking to milk me, and I said, “Oh God man, I am so sorry, I don’t know what happened, I mean…..holy shit that felt so good, and I……sorry man.” Ernest just looked at me, his eyes begging for more before he shook his head, told me it was ok and reached for the liquor bottle. I was determined to get more, so I poured us each two more shots, which he slammed back to back trying to burn his guilt away of having swallowed my cum. So much for safe practice number one. Ernest took the bottle from me and did another shot, swaying a little as he set the bottle down. My dick was still hard and my precum faucet was turned back on, so I stood back in front of Ernest and without a word he started sucking me again. He did not try reaching for a condom this time and I let him take his time. After several minutes he anxiously looked up at me and asked if I was close. I said, “No, but maybe if you let me eat your ass a little, that always helps.” Ernest quickly got out of clothes, got on his hands and knees on the futon while I sat on the coffee table and started licking at his hole. The first flick of my tongue made Ernest moan and dance and I soon had his hole relaxed and wet and Ernest was jacking his little dick like mad. I stood up and started rubbing my raw dick on his hips, his ass cheeks, the back of his thighs as I gradually slid a wet finger into his tight ass. I thought he was going to rip his little dick right off as hard and fast as he was jacking it now, so now was the time. “You feel so fucking good man, and like I said, it has been so so long since I have met someone clean like you. This is amazing! Do you have some lube? Poppers?” Ernest quickly ran to the bathroom and was back in a flash with a bottle of ‘condom safe’ lube and poppers. I hit the poppers, handed them to him, and he closed his eyes and sniffed hard then got back doggy style, all the while snorting the poppers deep. My finger found his happy little hole again, my dick harder and wetter as it pressed into his cheeks, then his crack. A part of Ernest’s mind must have flashed DANGER as he reached around as if to push my dick away, but I kept telling him how amazing he was, how great his ass felt, how I had not been with anyone like this in so long. Ernest was jacking his dick even harder now to the rhythm of my finger fucking. I eased my finger out guided my dick towards his hole, slid my finger back in, and Ernest moaned. I then leaned over Ernest’s back, wrapped my right arm around his chest as I told him how wonderful he was, how much I was enjoying being with him, how good…..AND THEN I SLID MY RAW DICK INTO HIS ASS! Ernest grunted, he collapsed a bit under me as my 9 inches slowly pushed in, his ass ring trying to slice my dick right off as I told him to breathe, that I just needed to feel him a little so he could suck me again and make me cum. That’s all right isn’t it? Ernest just moaned, so I took that as a yes. Not that I fucking cared if he said no, things would have just gone a bit differently that’s all. “Go on, hit the poppers, that’s it, oh you feel so wonderful.” That was my mantra for the next several minutes as I took my time and enjoyed Ernest’s sweet, raw hole. I began to feel all that tension – that itch I could not scratch – begin to subside. Yes, this is what I needed. A nice negative hole to breed and infect. Ernest started to rouse a little so with my dick still in his ass I stood us up, filled the shot glasses and paused my fucking while I handed him one and downed my own, and gave him another. He was really unsteady on his feet now, so I bent him back over onto the futon, wedging his head into the back as I started to long dick him, time to do some breeding. Ernest fumbled to snort the poppers, half of which spilled on his face, the rest on the futon, the bottle now open in front of him and its contents coming out in little waves with each thrust up his ass. He is mumbling and moaning and his face is all scrunched up in agony and ecstasy while my first load rolls like a tidal wave up through my balls and explodes out the head of my dick. I didn’t stop or slow down at all and actually picked up the pace as my next load is right behind the first one and within several strokes I flooded his ass some more! My scalding cum crawled up inside his cunt and lodged itself in the nooks and crannies of his guts before it burrowed deep deep inside. Ernest’s left hand is reaching back now as if to try to push me off, but I pump his now wet ass until I am good and spent, ease my dick out, and use his white underwear to wipe up his now bloody and cum filled ass. Something about seeing the proof of what I had just done made me horny as shit so as he struggled to sit up right, I shoved his underwear into my pants pocket. Ernest then tried to stand but weaved a bit, and plopped right down onto the coffee table onto his safe sex pamphlets and the condoms from his paper bag. Kissing is not my thing at all, but I needed more, so I sat on the futon, held Ernest steady and before I kissed him I said, “You have such a sweet ass. Thank you so much. That felt so amazing. I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop. I tried. But it was too late. But I know you’re clean, so it’s ok, right? It’s ok? Please don’t be mad at me, please, I needed you so bad.” Ernest drunkenly mumbled and nodded and I kissed him long and hard, making him swoon even more. I held him close and asked if he wanted to suck me again. He nodded, but his eyes were now mostly closed, he could not keep his mouth open on my dick, which was just fine be me as it was his ass I was after. I lifted Ernest back up off the coffee table, laid him on his stomach on the futon, and crawled on top of him. While my hard 9 incher wound its way back up his cum filled ass, I kept reassuring him and thanking him for making me feel good. Ernest continued to mumble in his drunken stupor as I now took my time enjoying his ass. I was working on depositing load number 4 when Ernest leaned his head off the edge of the futon and puked all over the fucking floor and quickly seemed to pass out. I didn’t give a fuck. Cunt was dumb enough to let me in, taste my dick, then let me in his ass so I was going to get all I wanted. After each load I grabbed his underwear out of my pants pocket and fingered them into his used hole. Each time I did they came out redder, wetter, and slicked with cum and ass juice, and I felt better and better. I shot several loads up his cunt before my dick decided it had had enough. When I climbed off Ernest he mumbled a little, but was still out of it. I found a piece of paper and pen, wrote a note telling him how much fun I had and I hoped to see him again and left my number. As I got dressed I had to laugh as there were wet spots now on a bunch of his safe sex pamphlets and condom wrappers where he had sat, wet spots left by my cum dripping from his ass. I did not really expect to hear from him again, and that was OK, as I felt so much better and I felt right for the first time in a while. I knew what I had to do now and was thinking about the best way to go find some negative ass to breed when Ernest called me about 5:30 that Sunday after he had spent all afternoon at the local clubs, apparently getting drunk, as his speech was pretty slurred. One thing was clear, he wanted me to come fuck him again, so I told him to get naked and get his ass lubed and I would be right over. This time all pretense was over as the second I walked in he was gobbling down my raw dick and begging to be fucked, and I was happy to give it to him. I planted 3 loads up his ass and told him to call me when he needed some more, which happened the following Tuesday and Thursday after he once again did his safe sex rounds at the bars. This went on for a couple weeks before it was time to change shit up. Ernest called, asked me to come by, but this time I told him we had to talk first. He answered the door naked like a good cum hungry cunt, and as always was a little drunk, but sober enough to begin to cry when I showed up clearly angry and upset and the first words out of my mouth were, “Did you infect me? It must have been you. I haven’t been with anybody else like that, ever! Just you. You said you were clean! I don’t understand!” I learned with Ernest to accuse first – he swore in between sobs full of tears he had always been safe, but I said, “Well apparently not. Sometime you must have fucked raw, you were drunk or who knows what the fuck you did and you know it can be dormant for years.” After showing the proper amount of anger, I held Ernest close for a moment, told him it was going to be ok, fed him several more shots, and said that he could really help me feel better. I gave Ernest an angry rough fuck as I kept telling him he had infected me and now what would I do? That I needed him, and he felt so good. His body shook and trembled with sobs as he cried the entire fucking time, trying to tell me how sorry he was, and that he would do anything, anything to make me feel better. Dumb cunt. I told him, “That’s right. You will.” That was the only time I spent the whole night with Ernest. I wanted that guilt deep and strong and no matter how much he begged me to stop fucking him, I plowed his hole as hard and rough as I could, over and over saying he had better figure out ways to make what he did up to me. I left just before sunrise after I had made his hole raw, bloody, sore, and coated with so much of my cum even I was amazed. Even when Ernest’s mouth said no, his ass said yes and was hungry for more. For the next couple of weeks I called Ernest every other day so I could use him and the entire time I fucked him I drove that dagger of guilt deeper, twisted it, found a new spot and drove it back in again all the while my poz and infected dick ate at his ass. Ernest would often cry during these visits, slobbering on about what would people say if they found out? What about his job? What about his outreach at the bars? His family and friends would not understand and now no one would ever want to be with him. With my hot cum dripping out of his ass I told him, “It will be OK. No one but us ever has to know. I promise I will keep your secret, as long as you keep mine. We’ll protect each other right? I won’t tell anyone you infected me. Will you continue to help me out?” When I knew Ernest was good and mine – in every way possible – I didn’t call for a couple days and sure enough, he started to call me, frantic. Perfect. I told him I might see him at the Fireplace later and when I did, I made sure I had some little bottom hanging all over me, just aching for some dick. I happily took a couple of the condoms Ernest was handing out as he eyed me suspiciously. I sent the bottom to the bar to get a new round of drinks and whispered to Ernest, “I can only fuck the way I want to with you. Will you be home later so I can come see you when I am done with him?” Ernest just nodded, smiled a little, and went back to preaching the safe sex message. I have practiced and honed my skills as the Stealth Bomber over the years since I met Ernest, and Ernest has always been and will always be, my cum slut. When I need some papers testifying that I am HIV neg, all I have to do is call Ernest at his job as a counselor at one of the city’s places where they do testing and there they are, waiting for me beside Ernest and his prelubed hole. Anything else I want or need, all I have to do is make the call and Ernest will do it, and then he will be ass up and waiting for me to give him what he wants and needs – my cum – my nasty, infected, poz cum deep upside his dumb cunt ass.

Dean 512-705-2750 Austin, TX 78731. Farwest Blvd. and Loop 1 (Mopac) late morning and afternoon Age: 23 Height: 6'1 Weight: 200' Race: White