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Okay, another long build-up...but I think it's worth it! Chapter 6 The first one through the door was Father Scorpion, and he didn’t look pleased. At least he was wearing street clothes, a navy polo, jeans and work boots, and not that dopey robe. He was followed by what looked to be the rest of the frat minus Aaron and Ike. “Prefect, what is this I hear? The Novice hasn’t been continuously bred starting at first light, according to our customs. We must ensure that the conversion takes hold. And you sent one of your Brothers out to buy the newest member something to eat? Explain yourself!” he demanded. I felt Mike tense, and his dick started to soften inside of me. Before he could even take a breath, I fired back at Daddy Scorpio. “Do you mind? Have you ever heard of knocking?!?” Just as it happened during my initiation, the room went silent. Mike gasped, and went completely still. “How dare you address me that way! You aren’t even officially of the brotherhood yet. You will be punished…” “How?” I said contemptuously. All my anger was now directed at him. It wasn’t Mike’s fault, not really, not anyone who’d been infected and somehow imprisoned by this lunatic. “I can make your life very difficult,” he said with heavy emphasis on each word. “Oh, really?” I answered. “Darr, please don’t…” “Don’t shush me, Mike. This is between me and ‘The Father,’” I said making the quote marks around the title audible. I returned to my offensive. “So what are you going to do to me? Drug me, tie me up and have twenty-one guys rape me? Oops, you already did that.” I heard gasps and suppressed laughter from the others; Father Scorpion looked as if he was going to have an apoplexy. “Or maybe you’ll infect me with an incurable illness? Oops, did that too. So what’s left?” “You will obey me,” he snarled. “You aren’t going anywhere, and once the infection takes hold, I’ll be holding the keys to the medicine that will keep you alive.” “What are you talking about? I’m covered by my parent’s health insurance, I don’t need you,” I said, putting every ounce of contempt I could muster in the last word. He laughed. “What will you tell your parents? That you’re gay and infected with HIV?” “Yeah. They know I’m gay. And I’ll tell them the whole story.” “It’ll be your word against mine,” the Father said ominously. “There will be no proof, and none of my loyal sons will step forward and corroborate your version of events. In fact, they’ll all say how you threw yourself at Mike, even though he tried to discourage you.” “I’m up for it if you are. By the way, my dad is a top litigation partner in one of the largest law firms in the country. Even if there’s not enough evidence for a criminal case, he’ll sue the pants off you and this university. And don’t be so sure that no one else will back me up.” His eyes widened at that one. “And you can’t have me expelled from your little club or the university, because I know too much. So here’s the deal, Daddy Scorpio. I have nothing left to lose, and I have you to thank for it. Back off, old man, before I pull the plug on you.” The Father was clearly seething. “You will pay for this.” “Yeah, right. ‘Begone before someone drops a house on you!’” He turned a stalked out of the room; a few of the guys who’d come with him followed, the rest stayed, looking shocked. “Where did that come from?” Mike asked, incredulous. “What do you mean?” “No one has ever spoken to him like that,” said Aiden, one of the Acolytes. “Why not? What is it? Can’t you all see he’s nothing but a pathetic, petty little tyrant?” “He does give us the meds, Darr,” said Mike. Something wasn’t making sense to me. “He’s not the only one who has access.” “Yeah, but not all of us are the children of highly-paid professionals. Some depend on scholarships and work study programs to get by. It’s hard to pay for expensive prescriptions on top of everything else. And some of us,” he gulped, “can’t tell our families. My dad and mom would go ballistic. My entire family is born-again Christians. On both sides.” I was finally beginning to understand The Father’s hold on these guys. “He withholds the meds as punishment, and has us take a drug holiday every year when new freshman are pledging so that our viral loads go up and we can pass along the virus more easily,” Mike finished. I was suddenly afraid, not for myself, but for the others who were vulnerable in ways I hadn’t even considered. He couldn’t do much to me, really, but what if he hurt someone…like Mike. What have I done? His erection had completely subsided, and his dick slipped out of me. I felt the emptiness keenly. “We need to have a meeting,” Mike said, and started to pull on his clothes. “I’m sorry, Mike. I didn’t know,” I said, pleading with him. “Yeah, I know,” he said with a grimace. He grinned weakly. “It was great to watch you in action.” He started for the door, then stopped and said, “Someone has to stay here with him. I wouldn’t put it past The Father to arrange a convenient accident.” “When are you coming back?” I said, anguished at the worry I’d caused. He gave me another ghostly grin. “Can’t stand to be away from me for a minute? I’ll be back. Carlos, lock the door and stay with him. You can use those biceps for something other than hoisting barbells or passing a football. I’ll fill you in later.” Everyone filed out after him, except Carlos, who locked the door as Mike had ordered. I recognized him as the Latino guy with the huge dick and lousy hygiene. There was an awkward silence. “Hey, man, you were great,” Carlos said. “Thanks,” I answered glumly. “I didn’t mean to make everybody’s life harder.” He sat next to me, and took my hand. “Don’t back down. I been here four years, the same as Mike, and I’ve never seen The Father like that. I think you shook him up pretty bad.” “Mike?” “No, The Father.” “Does he have an actual name? Who is this guy?” “Ron Zetcher. He’s the football coach, but he’s got his fingers in everything here. A lot of us are on football scholarships, and the team is the main thing here. It’s all tied up with fundraising for the University, so he ends up with a lot of clout.” There was a tap at the door. Carlos stood, moving to shield me from a possible threat. “Who is it?” he asked suspiciously. “Aaron. I’ve got Darren’s food.” I hadn’t realized how tense I was until I heard a friendly voice. Carlos unlocked the door. “Honey, what did you do!!?” Aaron exclaimed as he handed me a bag with the food I’d asked for. Too bad I wasn’t hungry anymore. “Everyone said you scared off The Father.” “Yeah, I guess I did.” Aaron laughed, “I’m sorry I missed it. You have to give me your version later, I better get back downstairs.” He turned to leave, and then said over his shoulder, “And Carlos, behave yourself.” Carlos grinned, and re-locked the door. “You should eat,” he said. “I’m not hungry.” “Yeah, but you were cleaned out completely while you were under, so we could all fuck you. You gotta replenish yourself, guy, or you’ll get sick.” “I’m already sick, remember?” And then it all hit me. I was more or less imprisoned here, and had likely made things impossible for the guy I was hoping would get me out in time to get the medicine that would save me. I started to cry. “Hey, hey, hey,” Carlos said, sitting next to me again, and hugging me. “It’s gonna be all right, you’ll see. Between you and Mike and everybody else, I know we’ll figure out something.” “I’m so scared,” I sniffled into his tight, clingy t-shirt. “What’s going to happen to me? How is it having HIV, is it really hard?” “It’s not the greatest thing, but you get used to it. The meds they got will take care of it. And you’re strong, you’ll be okay.” I gave a last few sniffles. “Is there any tissue? I don’t want to use your shirt as a handkerchief.” He looked around, found a box of Kleenex in the closet, and handed it to me. I dried my eyes, and lay back down. “Oh, baby, don’t look like that,” Carlos said, stretching out next to me, kissing me on the forehead and putting a beefy arm across me, propping himself on his elbow. “Look like what?” “Like your life is over. There’s great things about being poz. You can relax and have sex without worrying about it anymore. I mean, you could still pick up the clap or something, but if you go with the right guys, ones who take care of themselves, it’s great.” I was suddenly aware of his body, the way the t-shirt clung to his shoulders and chest, the warmth that radiated off of him. Our eyes met, and my lips felt dry, so I licked them. “I think I’m hungry now,” I said. He grinned wolfishly. “Me, too,” and lowered his head and kissed me on the mouth. I found myself helpless to do anything but kiss him back. The bitch in heat thing was still with me in force. He shifted to lie on top of me, with nothing but his soft, skin-tight t-shirt, loose linen drawstring pants and the sheet between us. I could feel his monstrous dick starting to stir as he intensified the kiss. “Oh, baby,” he said, and started kissing my neck. “I’m so sorry about last night. We were trying to make it look like we weren’t with Mike.” I gasped and shivered, but still asked “Why?” Carlos pulled away and smiled down at me. “We were planning a coup, gonna take over the frat. Looks like you jumpstarted it. But forget that now. I want to show it’s not just my buddy Miguelito who knows how to make love. We Latins are the best.” I mustered a weak smile. “Didn’t Aaron say to behave?” “Ah, forget him,” he said, and went back to kissing my neck and shoulders, pinning me in place with his heavy, muscular body. I twisted and writhed under him. He certainly knew how to zero in on my hotspots. “You are a fidgety little thing,” he said, teasing me. “Hold still,” and then he went back to kissing my neck, and followed my jaw line to my left ear. He began to lick my ear, and then closed his mouth over it and used his lips along with his tongue. I groaned, and felt him push my legs apart…or did I open them, and push closer to him? I wasn’t sure who was doing what to whom anymore. “Yeah, baby, this is what you need, a man to make love to you. Don’t worry about anything, you’ll be safe as long as I’m around. I won’t let anybody hurt you,” he whispered, and then switched to kissing and licking the right ear. “Carlos, oh, God…” “What, baby?” It tore out of me. “Fuck me again. I want your hot poz cum inside of me, I want that monster dick of yours to rip me to pieces.” “My plan exactly,” he said, and kissed me on the mouth. My arms were around his neck; his skin was completely smooth and soft underneath my fingers. I worked my arms down his back, and felt his butt which was just as muscular as the rest of him. “Oh, yeah, baby, that’s it. Play with my butt.” He began to rub against me, and I could feel his hardening dick against my own. “It really turns me on.” We kissed for a little longer, and then he was pinning my arms to the bed, and rising to his knees above me. He pulled off his t-shirt, and I must have goggled at his bulging pecs and arms, along with his perfectly flat gut. And his body was hairless; somehow I hadn’t noticed during the initiation. He looked down, smiled and then flexed for me. “Like my body?” “It’s a work of art,” I said, trying to sit up. “Just lay back, baby. Follow my lead.” He moved forward, and pressed his crotch against my face. “Sniff out that crotch, boy. Yeah, that’s it. I got all showered and cleaned up just for you,” he said, pulling my head against his hardening dick, trapped by his underwear. “Inhale, let me hear it.” I did as he asked, feeling extremely excited by his easy, natural dominance. “Yeah, now kiss it for me. Kiss my cock, oh, baby, go for the balls, that’s it.” I was under him, my head between his thighs; His scent was strong and clean, like freshly cut wood. Wood being the operative word. Then he was turning around to push his butt in my face. He had a huge body-builder’s butt, one that could rival Rafael Nadal’s justly famous backside. “Yeah, bury your face in my ass, boy. Worship that man’s butt, get your nose right in the crack.” I did as he asked. “Oh,” he groaned, “that feels so good. Now kiss it. Let me hear you kiss it.” He was pulling down his thin linen pants to reveal a pair of tighty whities that stretched over his muscular ass, and then pushed his ass crack back over my nose. “Like that, baby? How’s it smell? That’s how a man’s ass should smell. Kiss it for me. Lick it, let me feel your tongue in my crack.” I had never been so turned on by anyone outside of Mike. With him, it was more…gentle, less frantic. But for now I was completely caught up in this moment, servicing this hot muscle hunk. Carlos pulled down his underwear, now completely naked. He slowly spread his ass cheeks so I could see his ass hole. “You know what I want. First you sniff it,” I did as he said and he pushed hard against me; I could feel precum leaking off his dick onto my chest. “Now kiss it…yeah, just like that, little kisses…don’t stop till I say so.” He moaned with pleasure. “Lick it, eat it, taste your man.” His dick was now dribbling continuously, and he turned around and brought his dick to my lips. “Just kiss it, don’t suck, or I’ll cum, and I want to save it for that sweet little ass of yours.” I delicately applied my lips to the front of his massive meat; I couldn’t have gotten it in my mouth anyway. My jaws weren’t double-jointed. I began to slip my tongue between my lips as I kissed his swollen shaft, and his hips bucked. “Gotta do it now, gotta fuck you hard.” He pulled my legs over his shoulders and pushed against my still-lubed ass, slipping in without too much trouble. He pressed my thighs to my chest, kissed me feverishly. I was completely pinned in place, unable to move, and not really wanting to. “I love fucking an ass that’s full of cum,” he said as he began to pump in and out. “And I can taste my ass on your lips, smell it on your face. It gets me really hot,” he said in a low voice. He was hitting my hotspot with his huge dick, massaging it with each powerful thrust. He was so big and thick, the pressure was constant, and my dick began to leak precum. “Yeah, you like it baby, don’t you, you like being used by a man. And your sweet little butt was made just for my big Latino cock to fuck.” “No,” I gasped, “your big cock was made for my butt,” and I pushed my hips towards him as he hammered his dick into me, and I reached around to toy with his big balls, tickling right where his ball sac met his body, and down at the bottom, right on his testicles. I could feel him losing control at that light touch. “Here it comes,” he said panting, his thrusts going wild, his balls slapping against me. “Cum with me, shoot your load while I fill you with my dirty leche,” he said. That was it for both of us. I began to shoot another load – it was like I was always ready to go now. Carlos had pushed his entire dick inside me, his back arched, and he was groaning and speaking in Spanish, thrusting against me as his balls emptied inside of me. He collapsed on top of me, and kissed me deeply. “You are one hot little piece,” he said. “Miguelito is a lucky son of a bitch.” I could only wonder if Mike would agree with him. Glad to help relieve your...tensions!

PART 11 "Well, little white boy. How are you doing?" asked Dad in his hypnotic light whisper with his resonant basso voice as he moved off the bed and came to stand at the end of the sling. "Are you still wanting to be my little white boy now that you know? Oh, yes; LaRon told me he had told you. He reported your seeing his lesions and knew exactly when you saw them for what they are." He smiled big with great pride I could see. Dad's aroma hit my nostrils; I breathed in deeply the smell of him and his leather. "You know there is no turning back. You know you belong to me and my family of boys forever." When his smooth inviting and intoxicating voice finished, I shook my head up and down vigorously. He no longer had to command my obedience because I ached to hear him tell me that I indeed was his poz white boy but not for just tonight but forever. I knew he need only nod his head or cast a look in some direction or point his finger, and I would without hesitation obey. I needed to please him from a primal inner yearning so deep seated within me that had grown so massively in such short time. Dad stood watching me for a few minutes. He then moved around the sling stopping at my right side. He took his beautiful black right hand and began rubbing my ankle. He moved to my calf, knee, thigh, hip, belly finishing at my right nipple. He gently flicked the tip sending a great shower of pain through my body causing me to twist in agony. I was disappointed in myself. When I recovered, my eyes pleaded with him not to lose faith in me but to let me learn more. I want to be your poz white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. I want to be your poz white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. I want to be your poz white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. I chanted religiously. His fingers carefully and tenderly began slowly unscrewing the clamp on my right nipple. The blood began to rush back into the nipple sending more sparks of pain. I bit down hard on the black rubber dick in my mouth; my eyes glistened with tears as I squeezed them almost closed; and my body screamed for relief. He repeated the same to my left nipple. I want to be your poz white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. He reached down unsnapping the parachute from around my balls letting them flop downward. He dropped the parachute over my head letting it hit the floor. As his hands reached for my head, I raised it allowing him access to unleash the mouth gag which he removed. I breathed deeply taking in a great quantity of air. He tossed the gag, tubing, and funnel over onto the bed. He released both wrists and moved back to stand between my upward reaching legs and released my ankles from their restraints. He took each foot and carefully inserted each into a leather hoop for comfort. "Each of my boys have been where you are now. You may rise and leave; I will even help you. Or you may stay and finish becoming my new white boy for tonight," he intoned in a hushed voice of paternalism. "You are free to choose and must decide now." Without hesitating, I in the clearest of voice that I could muster said, "I want to be your poz white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. Not for just tonight though but forever." I looked into his eyes not knowing what to expect. Dad stood there. "Your brothers that came to me years ago made you a part of our family that is growing. But, it is I, your Daddy, who will accept you and your sacrifice. If you want to be my little white boy forever as you claim, you will learn much more than what you have tonight. In time, you will teach others who will join my family. You will obey your brothers and submit to them whenever and wherever they command you. You will do so unhesitatingly and with great joy," Dad calmly said in his spellbinding whisper as he smiled down on me. "I want to be your poz white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do," I repeated my pledge and oath. "Daddy, I need to belong to you."

PART 4 "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Darin heard the wail of climax just as he felt his fucker shove the thick uncut dick into his ass and hold it there as the beginning of the first wave of cum raced through the dick and into his ass. A fusillade of cum shots was released and blasted into Darin's ass. Each shot injected into his ass a thick glob of protein where it splattered outward smearing and coating his lining with the gooey off white liquid. The thick goop spread out and coated the head of the dick and seeped backward. Some was forced further into Darin as there was room for it. More and more of this glorious pay dirt flooded into Darin. Darin was heaving with excitement of having been fucked and taken another load of cum in his ass. His fucker was heaving at how exhausted he was for having had such a hot ass to bang. His dick was all tingly feeling now and his balls were at last relaxing themselves as the last of the fluid was ejected. Time passed with each man recovering in his own way. "Ahhh, you're a good puta," Darin's bus stop companion said and began chuckling as he slapped Darin's ass playfully. Slowly, he began to pull his deflating dick from Darin's hole. When it popped out, Darin as quick as he could swung himself around lowered his head to take the slick coated dick into his mouth once more where he bathed it and sucked off all the evidence of having been in his ass. Darin tasted all the fuck juices and cum residue and shook inwardly at the taste. He loved the taste. He let the dick slide from his mouth. The two stood and dressed. Darin picked up his backpack. The two said nothing more but carefully looked out from their lair. They each stepped out dusting off their clothes and once more looked around. Darin hesitated then took off his backpack pulling out a notepad and pen. He wrote his name and number on a sheet tearing the page off and handing it to his fucker who looked at it. "If you ever want to fuck this puta again, give me a call," Darin said. "You're hot, and you have a hot dick and know what to do with it." "Man, would like to but my momma would slit my throat if she knew I banged man butt," he said handing back the note. "Maybe we meet again one day." He turned and walked back out of the alley returning to the bus stop. Darin followed behind at a respectable distance. The bus pulled up to the curb, and the doors opened. Six riders climbed the steps finding separate areas of the bus where they would sit quietly minding their own business as they went about their business. The blocks passed by with more riders joining the bus as a few departed. The almost three miles to Darin's apartment passed quickly as he remembered his night and his night cap as he had begun to think of the alley. He smiled contentedly. He looked through the windshield of the bus, reached up and pulled the cord as he stood from his seat. He walked back to the rear exit. The bus came to a halt, and the door clicked as the light over it came on. Darin stepped down and off the bus. He turned looking in the direction from which he had just come to check on the traffic. He needed to get into a tub of hot water and soak. The bus moved off and out of his way. No traffic coming. Darin stepped out into the street to cross and looked to his right for traffic. There was no vehicular traffic coming from that direction either. But, there was foot traffic that caught up to him in the middle of Foster Avenue and saying not a word matched his footfalls all the way to his front door and inside his apartment where he would return many more times. And, momma never found out.

I was visiting Montreal for the first time and I found a charming guesthouse on AirBNB. It’s behind the home of a gay couple named Frank and Samuel. Frank is a college history professor and looks the part with salt and pepper hair, a masculine bushy mustache and fit runner’s body. His partner Samuel is a contractor, African-American, big and beefy from years of manual labor and a commitment to weight training. It is obvious they were still very much in love. My plan for the week was to see the sights, decompress from several stressful months at work and check out the local scene. I didn't really have much of an agenda - apart from relaxing and having a good time. My first night in town, I went to bed early because I was utterly spent from traveling. The next morning, I joined Frank on the patio for some coffee and breakfast. He asks me about my life back in California, what I hope to see in the city, typical small talk and then our of nowhere, as I was rinsing my coffee cup in the sink, he asked “So how many loads are you hoping to take this trip?” “Excuse me?” I managed to spurt-out. “I think you heard me,” he replied with a laugh. “Look, when you got in last night, I saw that you logged on to Scruff, so I took a chance that you might have the same screen name on BBRT. From the moment you first walked in here, something told me you were a barebacker…and sure, enough, there you were: the same basic stats, a hot body shot, obviously taken in the same room as the Scruff face shot. And I really like that you’re a four quadrant fucker.” “I’m so embarrassed,” I managed to reply. “Don’t be,” he said, spreading his legs a bit on the chair so his fat cockhead appears below the hem of his nylon running shorts. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” “What’s a four quadrant fucker?” I asked. “On BBRT, take loads oral, give loads oral, take loads anal, give loads anal,” he explained. “You were yes, yes, yes and yes. A four quadrant fucker.” “I like sharing things,” I replied with a smile. “Well, Samuel and I have a rule,” he explains, taking on a stern tone. “No one who stays with us is allowed to have strange men come over to breed them.” “I wasn’t planning—“ I stammered. “…unless we breed our guest first,” finished Frank. “When were you thinking this would happen?” I say, stroking my rock hard cock in my sweats, my pre-cum already leaking like crazy. “I’ve signed up for a city bus tour in two hours but I can cancel it. I think I’m more in the mood to take seed than take a tour.” “No reason you can’t do both,” says Frank. “I love the idea of the hot American riding around on a bus tour with a bunch of tourists with my cumload marinating in his ass, strangers smelling it but not knowing what it is, you being freaked out the whole time because you’re afraid it’s going to leak out and everyone will know what a cumwhore you are.” Frank picks up his cell phone and Facetimes with his lover Samuel who’s on a job site. “Hey, babe, any chance you can take your lunch early? We were right about Randy, total cumtaker. And he wants to milk a load out of you as soon as possible to get his trip started right.” “I can be there in fifteen minutes,” says Samuel. “Don’t anybody blow before I get there.” “Samuel loves to watch men cum,” Frank explains to me. “Who doesn’t?” I say. “Even if I don’t see the actual load because it’s going inside,” says Samuel. “I love to watch the balls contract and the shudder go through the fucker’s body. Fuck, my dick is already throbbing. Check it out.” Frank turns his phone to me so I can see the screen. Samuel smiles to the camera then tilts the camera down to his crotch and pulls his massive hard-on out of his shorts. Jesus, it’s huge. “Look what’s heading your way, boy,” he teases. Samuel happens to be holding a hammer in his other hand and his fuckstick is twice as thick as the hammer and almost as long. “Holy shit,” I say, my hole twitching at the sight of it. “Screw in a few,” says Samuel. I head to my bathroom to clean out and when I come back, Frank is writing on a dry erase board by the refrigerator. “Remind me again how many days you’re here, Randy?” “Counting today, seven,” I say, curious as to where this is going. “How many loads do you want to take and give before you go back to the states?” “I don’t know,” I say. “Well, the last cumwhore who stayed here took 15 in a weekend and still managed to see the city. He’s not half as hot as you, and he was strictly a bottom. You like to give loads, too, so let’s shoot for 25,” says Frank before writing RANDY’S LOAD COUNT on the board. “We only count it if you take sperm up your ass or if you cum up their ass. And we go by the honor system so we’ll take your word for it.” “Holy shit,” I say, turned on by the challenge laid before me. “What do I get if I make it to 25?” “25 fucking loads, man,” says Frank, with a laugh. “Ain’t that enough? You’re going to get greedy now? You want some kind of trophy?” “I’ll settle for a certificate,” I joke. Frank grabs my hand and leads me back to the guesthouse but instead of going through the door to the bedroom where I’m staying, he opens another door that leads to a stairway. I follow Frank downstairs to a room that’s like something out of Better Homes and Breedings. In the center is a bed with black nylon, cum-resistant sheets. In one corner there’s a sling. Near that, is a fuckbench. One wall houses an assortment of sex toys of every size, shape an color. My favorite feature of the room, though, is the opposite wall. It’s painted black, like a chalkboard, and all the studs who have fucked and bred here have signed it in sperm-white; some with their names, some with initials, some with BBRT handles like fratseeder, cumcraver, floodmyguts, italbbtop. Frank pushes me over the fuckbench, pulls down my shorts and starts eating my hole. While I settle in to the rimming, I look up and read some of the inscriptions: “F & S, I’ve never come harder than when you both shot in me from different ends at the same time. Next time, I won’t waste my load on the fuckbench. I’ll sperm up your guts like you did mine.” “Samuel, thank you for pushing my face into Frank’s cummy trench. I never felched like that before and now I’m addicted.” “Thanks for turning me into the cumswapping barebacker I’ve always dreamed of being.” Other studs just wrote catchy slogans like “Raw Is Law,” “BBBH Forever” and my personal favorite: “My sofa pulls out but I don’t.” I’m laughing at that one when I feel Frank’s cockhead pierce my hole. “Oh fuck,” I say. “Don’t have a lot of time for foreplay if you’re going to catch that bus tour,” he says. “Plus, I’ve been wanting to get inside you ever since I saw your picture on line.” He makes strong consistent strokes, each going a centimeter or so deeper than the previous stroke until all 8 of his vieny inches are inside me. “Way to take that dick, stud,” he says, rocking his hips from side to side to let me get used to his cock. I turn on my milking muscles. “You feel that?” “Oh God, yes. That’s amazing,” he gasps. “But you better stop because I don’t want to cum yet.” “Okay, I’ll tone it down,” I say. “Drill me, fucker. Get me nice and open so when your cum shoots out inside me, it’ll hit the walls like a squirt gun going off.” “Lots of comments about your fat cockhead on the Wall of No Shame, I see,” I remark. “Next time, I want to nurse that thing with my mouth.” “Why don’t you do it now?” says Frank. I hesitate to respond. I’ve never done ass to mouth before. The idea has always turned me on but I’ve never had the nerve to go for it. “He’s never done ass to mouth before, I bet,” says Samuel who I didn’t realize had entered the room. “It’s okay, lots of people haven’t.” Samuel bends down, puts his face in front of mine and snakes his tongue down my throat. “But you want to now, don’t you?” “Yes,” I say. “Slap that hot buttsplitter on his tongue, Frank, before he changes his mind,” says Samuel. Frank snakes his dick out of ass. I open my mouth, close my eyes and wait. Time stands still of a moment and then I feel his legendary cockknob land on my tongue. He circles it around a few times before slowly sliding his fresh-from-my-ass cock down my throat. “Taste your ass on my rod,” says Frank. “Smell yourself on my bush.” Tasting the mixture of our sweat, his pre-cum and my ass juice on his dick is intoxicating. I’m hooked on A2M. “You like the way my dick tastes?” I just groan because my mouth is full. “Mmmmmm.” It’s then I hear Samuel spit and feel his wet saliva land on my ass. I think he might smooth it around with his fingers but no, he dives in tongue first, eats me out for a few seconds just to get my wet and then shoves his hammercock in me in one long stroke. I can’t help but pull of Frank’s dick and scream. “Fuck!” I yell. “You said you were in a hurry,” says Samuel as he pistons into my asshole. “You want me to stop?” “No, never,” I say. “Fuck my cumhole. Make it yours.” Samuel picks up the pace. The sounds of his cock head reaming through my asslips fills the room. Frank takes his cumstick out of my face and goes behind his husband to tweak his man nips. “My husband shoots huge,” says Frank. “Even when he’s already cum.” “Which I haven’t,” says Samuel. “Not in four days.” “Holy fuck, is that tour bus going to smell like fresh seed,” says Frank laughing. “That could be a little embarrassing,” says Samuel. “You want me to stop?” “Fuck no,” I moan. “Please, breed me. Please flood me with that hot sperm.” “I like how he said please,” Samuel says to Frank as my breath starts to get heavier. “Who says American boys have no manners?” “Flood my guts, Samuel!” I beg. “Please, please mark it with your seed.” Samuel picks up the pace to full-on pile driving, holding my shoulders tight so he doesn’t knock me through the wall. I feel his throbbing butt-splitter get even thicker in my hole and contract and release my ass muscles, getting us to the point of no return. There’s no no way he can’t breed me now. “It’s so sweet,” Samuel says to Frank. “You’re going to love sliding in here after I jizz him up.” “Do it,” I moan. “Give it to him, baby,” says Frank, who’s taken out his cell phone and is now pointing at the intersection of dick and ass, capturing the breed. “Breed me!” I shout. “Breed my ass!” “Here it cums, stud,” groans Samual. “I’m breeding you! Take my hot sperm! Suck it inside you!” With that, I feel rope after sticky rope of man-jizz pump into my hungry hole. It feels like a huge load, like I can almost feel it dripping down my ass-walls like wet paint. “I can feel it, fucker,” I gasp. “Keep it coming. I want every fucking drop inside me.” Samuel collapses on my back and I fall to my stomach, keeping my ass ring tight because I’m not ready to let that cock go. “You better hurry or you’ll miss your tour,” says Frank. “But you didn’t get to breed him, hon” says Samuel, his spent cock finally slithering out of my hole. “I can fuck him later,” says Frank. “Unless…” says Samuel. A few minutes later, Samuels barreling down the street in his SUV while Frank fucks me in the back seat. Every bump we hit, drives Frank’s dick deeper into me. “Fuck,” I moan. “That’s so fucking good, Frank.” “God, I love fucking a freshly bred ass,” says Frank between fuckstrokes. “GPS says we’ll be there in one minute,” says Samuel. “Give him your spunk, hon, and send him on his merry way.” “You ready to get bred again, Randy? You ready to take a huge sperm-load right up your ass?” “Cum in my ass, Frank!” I scream. “Give me that seed! “Unnnnngh! Unnnnnnghhh! I’m cumming! I’m breeding you! Fuckkkkkkkkk!” “Yes,” says Samuel over and over again as his lover’s load fills my hole. “Yes, yes, yes, yes and yes.” “Oh fuck, that’s so good,” I say. I start to stroke my cock, thinking I’ll get off before I get on the bus. “Jerk off if you want,” says Frank, “but the load won’t count to your total unless it goes in someone’s ass.” “Fine,” I say, pulling away from Frank’s dripping dick. “I’ll save it. I’m serious about this shit.” “I’ll be happy to take the load when you get back home later,” says Frank. “Unless you find someone to shoot it in before then.” “I think we have a prime candidate,” says Samuel pointing out the window. There, greeting guests outside a double-decker tour bus is my guide for the afternoon; a little fire plug of a sex bomb; maybe 5’ 6” with a totally jacked body, Pacific Islander, with smooth dark brown ski, friendly eyes and a blinding white smile. “Do we think he’s a barebacker?” I ask Frank and Samuel. “Don’t know,” says Samuel. “But those khaki shorts practically scream ‘Breed Me’.” I pull my shorts up over my twice-loaded ass, get my backpack ready to cover my still hard cock and hop out of the truck. “Ooh, fuck,” I say. “I’m so squishy back there.” “You’re welcome,” says Samuel. “Don’t be late,” says Frank jokingly. “You know how we worry about you.” MORE TO COME...I HOPE. Hope you guys enjoy and if any of you dirty minded fuckers get into hot phone, shoot me a message and let's get off together.

I used to hook up with one guy all the time in the afternoon while his partner was at work. After a few months of play he invited me over for a threesome with his partner, but I had to pretend like we had never met prior. The whole deception added a level of taboo hotness to it.

Chapter 5 Instead, when I woke I was in Mike’s room, in his bed, and he was at the doorway arguing with someone. “No fucking way. He’s exhausted. He hasn’t had enough time to recover. I’m the Prefect, he is mine, and I’m the one who decides when he is ready.” The door banged shut, and I sighed with relief. “Darr, honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you,” said Mike. Honey? What was up with that and the nickname? I sat up, wincing at the soreness of my ass and the muscles in my thighs. I wanted to rage at him, to scream at him. But I was naked, didn’t know where my clothes or my wallet were. I didn’t even know what day it was, and he’d just finished protecting me from someone who probably wanted to use me again. I said the first thing that popped into my head. And it was even true. “I’m hungry. What do I have to do around here to get something to eat?” He looked slightly relieved, then waggled his eyebrows. “Well, if you’re very nice to me…” “I was plenty nice to this entire fraternity already. Not that it really matters, but how long ago was that?” “Last night.” I felt oddly comforted that it’d only been a night. For all I knew, I could have been out for a month, though I suppose my parents would have come looking for me. If I could get out of here somehow, I’d be able to get to a clinic and get the drug that’d stop the infection. I hoped. And I was banking on catching this particular fly with “honey” rather than vinegar. If I could do that, my chances of getting away were probably much better. “What do you want?” he asked. “It’s just about noon.” “What have you got?” I asked, putting on a playfully seductive manner. He leered at me in the same spirit. “Anything you want. You’re the ‘Prefect’s consort,’ so I can tell any member to either make or buy you something.” I thought a minute. “Toasted poppy seed bagel with cream cheese and lox, orange juice and iced coffee.” “No problem,” he said, and headed towards the door, but then something struck me. “You’re not going to leave, are you?” I was afraid that if he wasn’t here I’d have to fight off the entire frat on my own. He grinned. “Can’t stand to be away from me for a minute, huh? I’ll send someone out. You’re too scrumptious to leave unprotected just now.” He opened the door and shouted, “Hey, Ike, come here, I need you.” The big, muscular black guy who had fucked me so brutally came to the door with an inquiring look on his face. “Can you or Aaron go out and get Darr something for brunch? I don’t want to leave him alone.” It was stupid of me, but I felt absurdly touched when he said that. It was his fault I was in this position, but at least he wasn’t going to abandon me. “No problem, Mike. We were just going out to pick up something to bring back here anyway.” Ike glanced at me, gulped, and looked back over his shoulder as if to check whether anyone was listening, then said in low voice “Darren, sorry about last night. Carlos and I were trying to make it convincing, but Mike tells me we overdid it.” I couldn’t really imagine what this apology could mean. It didn’t make much sense. “Ike,” Mike said warningly. “We’ll talk about this later.” I still didn’t understand, but I felt like I should say something. I mean even if it was a bullshit apology, I should at least acknowledge he’d made it. “Uh, okay, Ike. Thanks.” He gave me a tentative smile and then said to Mike, “All right, Now I’ll go bitch to everyone how you’ve turned me into an errand boy.” They laughed conspiratorially, and then Ike raised his voice and said “Okay you arrogant prick. I’ll buy your fucking pussy boy his breakfast,” and banged the door closed. “Mike, what the hell is going on here?” I asked. “We’ve got a lot of time to talk about that.” I rolled my eyes. “If you want to live beyond the next five minutes you don’t have much time at all,” I said. He threw his head back and laughed. “You’re so funny. I loved it when you called the Father ‘Daddy Scorpion,’ I nearly exploded because I couldn’t laugh out loud.” “Mike,” I said impatiently. He came over and sat next to me on the bed, and put an arm around me. “It’s a whole internal political battle here. I’ve got my allies and my double-agents, though for all I know they might be double-double agents, but I don’t think so.” He didn’t say anything more, so I prodded, “And….” “Later, okay, when Aaron and Ike get back. I just want to hold you for a minute.” His arms, solid, warm and comforting went around me, and he pulled me between his legs. I raised my face to his, our eyes met, and we kissed again. And even though I was plenty sore, just that touch was enough to make me remember how good it had been between us last night, and to start yearning for him again. He broke off the kiss, and just held me. “Darr, it’s messed up, but I’m really happy right now. It’s been so lonely here, but then I felt a connection as soon as we started talking at orientation. I had to bring someone back and I wanted it to be someone I could talk and laugh with, not just have sex.” Honey appeared to be working. “The fucking was pretty good with you,” I said pressing against him. “Pretty good?” Mike said disbelievingly, pulling away to look at me. “You came so hard you hit yourself in the face with your own load both times!” “Okay, I’ve never come that hard in my life,” I conceded. Satisfied?” He gave me a cocky smile, and pulled me close again. We shouldn’t have mentioned fucking. All right, I’m the one who mentioned it. Maybe there was something to all their dumb rituals, because I was starting to feel like a bitch in heat. Ave libidinem, indeed. Mike seemed to be feeling it too, if the erection I could feel growing through his jeans was anything to go by. He pulled back again and kissed me, then we were shifting so he was on top of me, kissing my neck. I gasped, and like a reflex action my legs were parting and he was between them, humping his crotch against my butt; then my legs wrapped around his waist, and I kissed him back, matching his hunger, our tongues tangling. Both of us were breathing heavily; I ran my hands down his back to his butt, then started pushing his t-shirt out of the way so I could touch his bare skin. He gave something between a moan and a growl, then broke of the kiss. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? You must still be sore…” “Yeah, and I don’t care,” I murmured back, and was surprised to realize I meant it. “I need you to fuck me again. I wish last night could have just been us.” He smiled down at me and tenderly said, “Ave libidinem.” “Fratres, in cupiditate” I answered. Then he kissed my forehead, eyes, cheeks, chin, finally settling on my lips. This time I broke off the kiss to say “Mike. I need it!” He grinned. “Anyone ever tell you you’re bossy?” He sat up and pulled off his t-shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. I reached over and undid the button on his jeans and opened the zipper. He pushed them lower, and with some awkward thrashing managed to get them off, and tossed the jeans on the floor, too. He brought his dick to my lips, and I licked the head and the shaft, then his balls, and knowing how much he enjoyed it, licked his musky ass. He moaned loudly, and reached down to pull my head against his butt more securely, and began to thrust his hips, rubbing his asshole over my mouth. “You have no idea how good that feels,” he said huskily. “So let me show you.” With that he was moving back, pushing my legs to my chest, and delving into my ass with his tongue. I gasped and inhaled sharply, now hugging my thighs hard against my chest, tilting my hips to give him easier access. He didn’t stop, kept going, kissing, licking, teasing me with his tongue until I was all but whimpering. “Mike,” I said in an agonized whisper. “Yeah?” he said looking at me between my legs. “What can I do for you?” “FUCK ME. Please, I need to feel your dick inside me, need your charged load filling up my butt,” I was shocked to hear myself say. Did I really want him to pump more of the virus in me? Dumb question on all counts: I’d already taken 45 poz loads the night before, and the bitch in heat thing was not letting up, it was intensifying. The whole thing was incredibly erotic, and much as I hated to admit it, Daddy Scorpio knew his stuff. I was moaning with desire, burning with lust. “Oh, baby,” he breathed, and he grabbed a jar of Vaseline from the drawer in his nightstand, smeared it over his huge, hard cock, and then put a generous coating of it on the outside of my butt, and gently, carefully spread it inside of me with his finger. The greasy stuff actually helped the sting from being used so hard last night, which was good since I was determined to get him inside of me no matter what. He took my legs over his shoulders, pulled his rigid dick down, and then in a replay of the night before said, “Look at me Darren,” this time adding, “sweetheart.” He eased his cock inside me carefully, and I saw how good it felt: his jaw went slack and he groaned as he began to fill my ass up with his thick, rigid cock. “Oh, honey,” he whispered once he was all inside of me. “Darling…” he breathed, and began to pump in and out, slowly at first, but gaining steam quickly. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You have the most amazing ass, tight, sweet, like velvet and satin all in one.” His thrusts picked up in force and speed. He was kissing, licking and biting my neck and ears. “Harder,” I gasped, even though I was sore. He was hitting that spot inside me, and it was as if I were jerking myself off, but better. Look ma, no hands! It seemed that was the magic word. He was pounding against me, out of control, and began to grunt with each thrust. I was grunting in counterpoint with him, and then…I erupted. My own cum was splashing me in the face once more, and I was groaning out loud, my hips meeting his thrusts, matching his rhythm as I took what I wanted and needed so badly. Mike cried out, “Oh, baby, your ass is pumping the cum out of me!” I pushed my butt up into his crotch, holding it in place and Mike gave a last incoherent shout, and again rammed against me three times as his dick spasmed inside of me and he shot his load. His mouth covered mine, claiming my lips and thrusting his tongue in my mouth. And then the door opened…

Does anyone else get off on being used by a committed couple? I was out in the Hamptons with a gay married couple whom I have played with in the past. Both tops, as well as nicely hung and thick. One is in his 40's and likes older and the other is about 60 and likes young. I guess at 52 I'm a good compromise. Before they were meticulous about condoms but lately they have been into bare with me. The younger one started by eating my ass while I sucked off his spouse before he fucked me and filled my hole with the first load. Changing places, the older gent slipped his thick cock into my freshly used hole. Though his cock is thicker, tapping me second he just shoved it in and pounded it. Along with a tendency to really abuse a hole, the older one takes a long time to come, which is at the same time hot while being almost too much. All the time the other one's dick is getting hard again as I blow him. After the older one filled my hole with a massive load the first one was ready to fuck me again until he shot his second load in me. Afterwards his partner ate my hole, cleaning me up with an experienced tongue. Being tagged team is a lot of fun, but I noticed in my handful of experiences with couples that it is usually super hot. I am not sure if it is just the idea that they have chosen to share their love with my ass or because they work better as a team then two random guys, but it feels extra special. I look forward to my next trip to the east end.

I was in a similar situation. I lived in a small town in the upper midwest. No local gay scene or anything to do. One day I said fuck that shit... I moved to Chicago which has one of the best gay scenes on the planet and the rest is happy history. I wouldn't change a thing. I will die happy in Chicago. I still like to travel occasionally to other great gay city destinations but my heart will forever be in my home, Chicago. I'd say to anyone who hates where they live, lack of gay scene, too conservative, small town etc. Do yourself a favor and move to a known gay city. The weather may not be as nice in Chi as it is in the Caribean, but I'll take winter for the eternal smorgasbord of cock and ass at my disposal. I'll take that trade-off anyday. And I will never look back with any regrets. Best decision I've EVER made.

Love being with couples being used by them.

PART 10 I lay there thinking back. My two brothers had never mentioned using a condom. I had not heard one opened and had not seen a used one. I couldn't mention using a condom. I was such a condom freak before tonight. After all, it was mid-1980's. I shook my head in disbelief and to clear the cobwebs. I thought back to the first man who had fucked me. He had used a condom. Or had he? And, the two men in the steam room. Yes, they had. No. They had not used a condom. Not in a steam room. That's what Dad had meant when he had said, "Word travels fast through colonies like this." Those men evidently knew Dad and others who didn't use condoms, and they spread the word for others. I shivered at reality and realization about myself. In a matter of minutes, I knew everything about me had changed yet nothing that I held dear now had changed: I want to be your poz white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. Once more I heard the key in the lock snapping me out of my brain chatter. I turned to look seeing a short black man enter followed by Dad. I was elated to see him and smiled behind my mouthpiece. The short black man looked to be young. He had short hair on his head, clean shaved, weighed maybe 120 to 130 pounds and stood barely above 5 foot 2 inches. My eyes turned back to Dad. "This is Kai. He's here to help you along your path to being my white boy for tonight," Dad said soothingly. Dad smiled at me and moved backward sitting on the bed scooting himself into a corner to watch. He unsnapped his pouch releasing his behemoth black dick. His balls had flopped down onto the mattress of the bed. Kai stepped to Dad's bag and found what he was looking for. He set a container of Crisco on the shelf and then moved it to the floor. Kai removed his towel from around his waist, folded it, dropped it on the floor, and knelt. I felt a huge glob of Crisco being smeared on my ass and pushed inside. More was pushed inside me. Then, Kai got down to his business and pushed all four of his fingers and thumb into my ass. My sphincter yelled to stop but Kai continued on. He manipulated his hand in many different directions applying pressure all the time. He finally returned to a head-on position where he was pushing hard to go straight in with his hand. This was something knew to me and upset me. The only calming factor was looking at Dad watching Kai trying to push his hand in my ass. I focused on Dad and saw him manipulating himself slowly enjoying what he was watching. Dad had said he wanted me to see through my blue eyes him enjoying himself. I redoubled on that thought looking straight into Dad's wide brown eyes. My sphincter snapped open. I gasped as my body jerked at the surprise violent opening of my ass to the small hand of Kai. My body quivered. Kai pushed his hand deep inside me past his wrist. He rested then began turning his hand one way and then the other. He began short strokes of pulling out and pushing further inside me. At one point as he pushed inside me, I saw his head turn to Dad and nod. He returned to my ass and pushed harder going deep into my rectum area. I was thrashing about by this time but determined. I turned my head to Dad who was smiling as he moved forward. "To the elbow. That should move a lot of it inside." "You want more?" Kai asked. Dad thought a bit, nodded his head in assent, and returned to stroking his stiffening dick. Though I could not see all of it, I knew that it had grown in both length and girth. Kai slowly pulled his arm and hand back out of my ass and then plunged deep once more. He repeated the process but doubled his hand into a fist now which he slowly moved in and out of my ass as a slow moving piston. My eyes were fluttering with excitement at this feeling of such an extraordinary sensation. It was so intimate with Kai. He, too, must soon be a brother of mine. Dad stood up, walked to my side, and Kai pushed his fist deep inside me again holding it as Dad had put his hand on my stomach and abdomen. Dad nodded his head. Kai removed his hand from my ass, picked up my towel wiping his hand and wrist with it. He rose from the floor kissing Dad who had bent over to him. Kai left leaving me alone with Dad.

PART 2 "It ain't coming from that direction," Darin heard. He turned his head back to look at the speaker. "You been looking at me since I got here. Not dumb." Darin smiled, "Well, the garage is that way. There could be one coming from that direction." "Not this time of morning yet," he said. "So, you no dummy. You gotta be looking at something else. Must be me." He pushed off the utility pole and looked all around the corner. "You must like what you see." He said and smirked. The cocky little guy was right as Darin did like what he saw. But, he wouldn't let him know that. "Must be the morning air is all," he said looking at the new rider for a moment then turning his head away. Darin had no idea where this might be headed and thought it prudent to be cautious. "What you doin' out this time of morning," he asked. "You don't look like your headed to work." "I'm headed home after a night of . . . having fun out on the town," Darin said catching himself. The new man shuffled around the area a bit more walking to the curb between the two crosswalks where he stood looking around and up and down each street. He turned and came back approaching Darin. Darin saw him peripherally stop about two feet away. He grinned slightly then. Darin turned to look at him. He jerked his head saying, "You been partying the night away. Down 'bout three blocks I bet." He grinned showing a big toothy smile. "No prob, dude. No prob. Been there myself." "Oh?" Darin said not committing himself to anything. "Yeah. Heard 'bout the place and checked it out. Totally hot. Don't go often but get in a mood to bang a butt on a man or two an' good a place as any to pick from," he said almost excitedly. "Got me a hot momma but she don't do head. Get my pene worked over by good mouth an' bang a butt. WOW! Sometimes twice." He laughed, and Darin could see his eyes shining with glee. Darin's defences wavered. "Well, I've seen that once or twelve times maybe," he smiled now a little. "Have you ever banged a butt and the guy never saw your face?" "Oh, no. Guys always look up at me when they got my pene in their mouth," he laughed. "They get big surprise from me." He laughed again. "They tell me my pene is bigger than I am." With that, he guffawed heartily as Darin tried to make sense of what was so funny. Then, he looked closer at the front of the sagging jeans on his sidewalk sharer. "That sounds like a talent to be proud of that you have," Darin said. "Ever think of going to the place more often? I usually go on Friday and Saturday and spend the night and maybe once more during the week for a few hours." "Naw. Just when the mood to get a blow. Started for just a blow but banged a butt first time there. OOOOOOOOOO! Nice one!" he smiled and rolled his eyes. "You go three nights a week to bang a butt? Damn, man! You need to get you a harem, man." He laughed. "Well, I didn't say I banged a butt," Darin said without laughing. The laughter stopped, and his bus stop companion looked at him quizzically followed by a very long pause as he studied Darin. "Man, you get your butt banged?" he asked in a hesitating and disbelieving voice. "Every chance I can," Darin said looking directly at him. Silence passed between the two as the reality of what Darin had said sunk into his brain. He kept looking at Darin and down the street presumably for the bus and across the street. The stranger began walking around in a wandering not defined pattern as he muttered to himself but his eyes kept returning to look at Darin. Finally, he walked closer to Darin and stopped. "You kidding, right? You like your butt banged," he asked in earnest. "I do indeed," Darin said looking right at him and smiled slightly. "I like it a lot." He pondered this information but kept his eyes on Darrin. "So, like, you spent the night there getting banged?" "Yes," Darin said. More silence with looks. "Man, you don't look like you'd want your butt banged," he said with a surprised look. "How many times?" "Twelve men shoved their dicks in my ass, rode me hard, and delivered all they had way up deep inside my ass. Not a bad night if I do say so myself. And, I swallowed another seven loads. But, just like Jell-o, there's always room for one more," Darin said giving a look down at his bus stop companion's crotch.

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.

Love to get fucked by couples....and usually pretty easy to set up separate fucks for bonus, secret sex Nothing better than getting committed guys to cheat on their partner.

Lately I find that I really get off when a married guy breeds me in the bed he shares with his wife. It gets me especially excited when my face is buried in a pillow that smells of her perfume or lotion as he's filling me with his load. Is anyone else into this too?

I sat at the bar with my girlfriend, Lucy, sipping an IPA. Behind us, an indie rock band thrashed out the last song of its set while the crowd cheered drunkenly. Lucy leaned back against the wooden counter watching them, swirling the half-melted dregs of her whiskey. In the dim light of the bar, her pale skin glowed milky white. Her long red hair was twisted back in a messy bun, and several strands hung in her face. She flicked them back absently before glancing at me, a smile curling her lips. “Quit staring at me,” she shouted over the music. “I can’t help it,” I shouted back. “You’re the most beautiful girl in here.” She punched me lightly on the shoulder, her freckled cheeks flushing pink, before turning back to the band. The song ended in a clatter of drums and bass, and applause filled the small space as the band took a bow, then headed off stage. “Well, aren’t you just a pretty little thing.” I turned to see a large, muscular man bending over my girlfriend, tucking a strand of her red hair behind her ear. Arousal stirred in me at the sight of his bulging biceps, but I shook it away. “Hey,” I said, touching his shoulder. “That’s my girlfriend.” “Look at this,” he said, his gaze swinging between us before he glanced over his shoulder. “Two pretty little things.” Another buff man came to join him, and they stood side by side, surveying me and my girlfriend. “Aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes,” the second man said. A predatory grin curled his lips, and he stuck out his hand. “I’m Mark,” he said, shaking my hand with a firm grip, and nodded at the other guy. “That’s Jack.” “Neal,” I said, “And this is Lucy.” Mark leaned close to me, heat emanating off his muscular body. “Could we buy you two a couple drinks?” I licked my lips, glancing at Lucy. She was gazing up at Jack with something akin to amazement. She caught me looking and, blushing, shrugged. “Sure,” I said. “Why not?” A couple drinks later, they came back to our place, their muscular bulk filling our small apartment like two bulls in a china shop. “You guys have never done this before,” Mark said, leaning against the kitchen counter as I poured four glasses of wine. It wasn’t a question. “No,” I said softly. “I mean, we’ve talked about it, but I didn’t think—we didn’t think anything would ever happen.” He grinned, another predatory smile. “You’ll like it,” he said. “I can tell.” He helped me carry the wine into the living room, where Jack was siting next to Lucy. His arm rested casually over the back of the couch, but his fingers were tracing circles across her upper arm, making her flush. She accepted the glass of wine and drank it quickly. When she set the empty glass on the coffee table, her eyes met mine, questioning. I nodded, and an excited grin curled her lips. “Enough drinks,” Jack said suddenly, standing up. “I’m ready for the main course.” He bent and picked up Lucy, throwing her over his shoulder. She shrieked with laughter, beating her fists on his back as he carried her into the bedroom. “Come on,” Mark said, shooting me a wink. “I want to watch them.” I walked nervously to the bedroom after them, where Jack was peeling off Lucy’s blue dress. She flopped back onto the mattress breathlessly, wearing only her bra and panties. With a growl, he climbed on top of her, kissing his way up her stomach to her throat, then captured her lips with his. I watched them silently, frozen in the doorway, a mixture of envy and arousal flooding through me. Arms wrapped around my waist from behind, and I jumped, turning to face Mark. He cupped my face in his big hands, brushing one thumb over my lips. “Relax,” he said, then dipped his head to kiss me. His lips brushed mine lightly at first, just a whisper of skin on skin, then returned with more force. He kissed me firmly, insistently, his tongue sliding into my mouth as his hands caught the hem of my shirt. Pulling away for a breath, he pulled my button-up shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor behind him, then kissed me again. I had never kissed a man before, and his lips were firmer than I was expecting, less pliant than Lucy’s. At the same time, he was more aggressive, and I felt my cock stiffen as he ran his hands down my bare back, pulling me against him. I wrapped my arms tentatively around him, feeling his muscular back flex through his thin t-shirt, then slid my hands down to his waist. He broke away from me, breathing hard. “Strip,” he commanded. Wordlessly, I kicked off my shoes and, with trembling fingers, unbuttoned my pants, pushing them over my narrow hips with my boxers. At the same time, he peeled off his t-shirt in one swift motion, then dropped his jeans. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his long, thick cock sprang free, bobbing between his muscular thighs. I stared at it, my heart pounding, and unconsciously licked my lips. He caught my gaze and laughed. “Get on your knees,” he said, a hungry smile curling his lips. My breath caught in my throat, and before I could second guess myself, I sank to my knees at his feet. His cock pulsed before my face, throbbing and already dripping pre-cum. Biting my lip nervously, I looked at his cock with trepidation. Would that even fit in my mouth? I rose on my knees and kissed it tentatively, my lips brushing the hot skin. Slick pre-cum beaded at the tip, and I licked it off, tasting the sweet, salty evidence of his arousal. Much to my surprise, it tasted good, and I circled my tongue around the swollen head, then ran it down the veined sides. With a low groan, I licked up the throbbing shaft, feeling blood pulsing through the upraised veins, then wrapped my lips around the swollen head and swirled my tongue around it in circles. Opening my mouth wide, I sucked the tip of his thick cock between my lips, caressing the underside with my tongue, then bobbed my head up and down. Only half of the thick shaft disappeared into my mouth before the tip bumped against the back of my throat. I coughed and gripped the bottom half of his cock in one hand, jerking him as I bobbed my head up and down. His hands tangled in my short hair, guiding my movements, and I moaned deep in my throat, sucking on his cock as he groaned with pleasure. As he thrust into my mouth, the head of his cock pushed against the back of my throat. Rising onto my knees, I relaxed my throat, easing his shaft down my esophagus. “Good boy,” he growled. “Just like that.” Holding my breath, I thrust his cock deep into my throat over and over again, making tears stream from my eyes. My hard cock pulsed, pleasure rolling through me as I choked on his cock, and I reached down to stroke my stiff erection. Wrapping my fingers around my throbbing dick, I whimpered around Mark’s cock, feeling a climax fast approaching. With my free hand, I dug my fingers into his thighs, swallowing as much of his length as I could, my throat constricting around his shaft. “You’ve got a real good cocksucker for a boyfriend,” Mark said to Lucy, twisting his fingers in my hair. Jack grunted, and I could hear sloppy, wet sounds coming from his direction. “His girlfriend is pretty fucking talented too.” His words sent another stab of pleasure through me, and I redoubled my efforts, sliding Mark’s cock in and out of my mouth. At the same time, I gripped my dick, jerking it quickly. “Ah fuck, Neal, you’re going to make me cum.” Mark dragged me off his cock and pulled my hair back, forcing me to look up at him. “You having fun, lover boy?” I nodded, licking my lips, my cock aching with desire. “You want me to fuck you?” I looked over at my girlfriend, Jack’s hands buried in her hair as he fucked her mouth with rough strokes. I turned back to Mark, taking in his muscular chest, the stubble on his cheeks, the creases in the corner of his eyes as he studied me with intensity. I nodded again, my mouth dry. A slow, hungry smile curled his lips. He took my hand and helped me to my feet. “Get on the bed,” he said, his eyes gleaming with desire. I obeyed, crossing the room to lay beside my girlfriend as she sucked another man’s cock. Jack pulled his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop, and she moaned softly, her cheeks flushed. Turning her head, she opened her eyes, catching my gaze. A breathless, giddy smile curled her lips, and my heart swelled with affection and desire. At the same time, Mark slid one hand up my leg and spread my thighs, his touch sending fire racing through my veins. My body tight with anticipation and lust, I moaned as his fingers traced a line up my inner thigh, stroking light circles around the sensitive skin of my ball sack, before wrapping his hand around my shaft. Using the pad of his thumb, he smeared a bead of pre-cum over the head of my cock, my arousal slick and wet on his fingers. “Oh god,” I said softly, pleasure spiking through me. Beside us, Jack slid two fingers into Lucy’s dripping pussy, stroking her clit with his thumb. She moaned helplessly, her hips rising to meet his touch, and the sight sent desire spiking through me, making my cock jerk in Mark’s hand. He released my shaft, a taunting smile on his face. His fingers lightly stroked the lines of my hips again, tickling the swell of my testicles, and teased up the sides of my veined shaft. At his touch, my cock pulsed and jumped, desperate for more. “Are you close?” he asked. Although his fingertips were barely grazing my skin, the sensation sent fire through my veins, and I nodded, unable to take my eyes off his muscular body. I just needed him to touch me a tiny bit more to send me over the edge. As if reading my thoughts, he circled the tip of my dick with his fingers, using the pre-cum to slick the surface. It was almost enough—I felt my orgasm swell, balls tightening, muscles spasming—and he jerked his hand away, leaving me trembling on the precipice. “Not yet, lover boy,” he said, smiling cruelly. “I’m going to fuck you first.” Mark grabbed my legs and dragged my hips to the edge of the bed, pushing my knees against my chest. Between my thighs, my neglected cock was hard and throbbing, pre-cum dripping out and onto my stomach. . Without missing a beat, Jack caught both of Lucy’s legs, spreading her legs wide, and exposed her open pussy and the tight, puckered hole of her ass. Standing side by side, he and Mark looked like a wall of pure muscle, and their cocks were both enormous. As I watched, Jack thrust into my girlfriend’s pussy, making her cry out in pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut. Gripping his shaft, Mark lined the swollen, mushroom head of his cock up against my virgin asshole and slid it back and forth, pressing the tip against my hole as I moaned. “You ready for this, handsome?” he taunted playfully. “God, please,” I begged, “I want to feel you inside me.” He pushed forward with slow, steady pressure, the head of his cock pressing against my puckered hole painfully before the tight ring of muscles relaxed, letting him in. I groaned, feeling my sphincter stretched wide, as he slid into my ass inch by inch. “You like that?” he grunted “You like feeling my cock up your ass?” “Fuck,” I whimpered, “it feels so good. I can’t take it.” “You’ll take it,” he promised, and with a final thrust, his hips met mine, his balls resting against my ass. “God,” I moaned, feeling my ass ripple and clench around him. Mark held still, letting me adjust to his girth, before starting to thrust in tiny motions. “Think that’s pretty sexy, don’t you,” Jack asked Lucy, rubbing two fingers over her slippery clit. I turned my head and saw her staring at me, her mouth panting open. “Yeah,” she breathed. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” “Good,” he said, pulling out of her wet pussy, “because it’s about to be your turn.” He pressed the huge, mushroom head of his thick cock against her asshole and began pushing. Already well lubed with her slick pussy juices, he slid inside her easily, the long shaft disappearing inch by inch into her petite ass. With two rough fingers, he rubbed her stiff, swollen clit, flicking the nub back and forth. She arched up against him, inadvertently pushing him deeper inside her, and moaned with pleasure. “Oh my god,” she whimpered, her eyes opening wide as she looked at me, “it’s so big. I can’t believe it’s so big and it’s inside my ass.” Reaching across the mattress, I found her hand and squeezed it. She smiled at me, her eyes filled with desire and love, then cried out again. “Oh fuck,” she wailed. “Oh my god, it’s so big!” As she groaned with pleasure, Mark began fucking me faster, his long cock sliding in and out of my ass with piercing strokes, plunging deep inside me with every thrust. I clenched her hand and watched Jack, his face contorting as he fucked my girlfriend’s ass beside me. She moaned, arching her back as he pounded into her, fucking her tight ass. “Yeah,” Jack growled, “you like getting fucked with your boyfriend? You like being a pair of holes for us?” “Oh god, yes,” she moaned, the words garbled as she writhed against him. “You know,” he said casually, “I think I want a piece of your boyfriend’s ass too.” He slid his thick cock out of her ass with a pop, nudging Mark. “Hey, I’ll trade you.” Mark grinned, pulling out of me, and they switched places. Jack spit on my flexing asshole, rubbing the saliva around with two rough fingers, then thrust his cock into my ass, sheathing himself inside me with one swift motion. I arched my back, moaning in pleasure, as he pounded into me, filling my ass with his thick cock meat. Lucy watched with wide eyes, her eyes glazed with lust, as I shuddered around Jack’s cock. Spreading her pale thighs, Mark lined the rounded tip of his massive cock with her tight asshole and pushed inside her. She moaned, arching her back as he filled her, his cock disappearing inch by inch into her ass. Grasping her narrow hips, he spread her rounded cheeks, her asshole stretching obscenely around his dick. “I think I’m gonna breed you,” he growled, flicking her clit with two fingers. “Think I’m gonna fill you up with my seed and breed you. You and your sweet little boyfriend. I want to see your skinny little tummies all fat with our babies.” “What do you think about that, pretty boy?” Jack asked, his fingers digging into my hips as he fucked my ass. “God yes,” I panted, my cock throbbing painfully between my legs. “Where do you want me to cum?” Mark demanded, burying his cock deep inside my girlfriend. “C-cum in my pussy,” Lucy wailed. “Breed me, make me your little slut!” “Ah, fuck,” he grunted. He pulled out of her ass as the first jet of cum sprayed out across her flat belly, then buried his cock deep in her pussy, unloading the rest of his cum inside her, filling her womb with his frothy cream. She screamed in pleasure, bucking against him wildly, her legs shaking as she came hard. At the same time, Jack wrapped his hand around my dick, stroking me firmly as he pounded my ass, sawing his thick dick in and out of me. “Oh fuck,” I whimpered, pleasure peaking in every cell of my body. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” My voice rose in a wail as my orgasm crested, making me shudder and arch against Jack’s cock, forcing it deeper into my ass. My clenching muscles brought him right up to the edge and he gripped my hips tightly. “What about you, pretty boy? Where do you want me to cum?” he growled. “Please,” I choked out, still wracked with spasms. “Come inside me. I want to feel your cum filling me up.” Clutching my waist, he buried his cock deep inside me as he stiffened, his sperm pumping into my tight ass. With a groan, he pulled out, and a last jet of cum splashed against my gaping asshole, the thick rope of cream smearing across my tender skin. His huge cock was still half hard, glistening in the light as he flopped beside me, panting for breath. With a shuddering groan, Mark pulled out of Lucy’s pussy with a grunt, wiping his slick cock on her pale ass. Lucy sagged beside me, still trembling uncontrollably, as he collapsed on her other side. Lifting my head, I could see the milky cream of his cum dripping out of her pulsing pussy, and an exhausted smile crossed my face. I looked at my girlfriend, her pale cheeks still flushed with lust, and felt closer to her than ever before. She met my eyes, and, rolling onto her side, gave me a tender kiss. Mark wrapped one arm around her waist, his hand resting on my hip, and Jack took it, their fingers interlacing. I felt Jack roll to spoon me, his muscular warmth pressed against my back, and the four of us drifted to sleep in contented exhaustion.

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. 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 risk, Martin thought to himself. But 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.

"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.

I got pozzed the day after my 35th birthday... ok, ok, I was chasing it for a couple of years. I needed that bug in my hole so damn bad! It really did free my hole and soul to finally be able to fuck completely bareback, and finally without that nagging little voice that freaked her ever loving shit every time I took an anon cock. I remember talking to so many fellow chasers on the forums, and I figured once I bugged up, it would be a free for all of Buggery! I'm not sure where the shortage is... Gifting tops or Chasing bottoms? Before my conversion, it was damn near IMPOSSIBLE to find an unmedicated top gifter that was not shooting those wretched blanks! Now, after having had my fuck flu for thanksgiving last year... I find myself with a shortage of holes to convert! Even with a silent HIV epidemic going on in Kern County, its a challenge to find those tender clean holes to destroy! Sure we have the stealthers around here, and the "I didnt know" bi married guys... but where are my horny slutty bugchasers at?? Was i the only one around here? Im even staying purely unmedicated so i can (Hopefully) become as notorious as BBSeroMan in his continuing count of confirmed conversions! (BBSeroMan 4 Prez!) Well, since there seems to be a lack of need around my area, I'm going to broaden my horizons a bit more... If there are any desperate NEG holes out there, that need their bug, we can discuss, and plan, for you to take a trip to me out here in Central CA (we have an airport) OR if you have the means financially, I would be willing to be "invited" over to deliver it personally, and probably even just stick around breeding and/or bloodslamming you till i'm sure youre pregnant with my AIDS baby! Fingers crossed that I can finally get what it was that I was really chasing after... a firstborn Son, and an entire bloodline to claim as my own

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

I was away from home on a business trip and looking at porn on the internet, using my ipad when I saw the icon for gay porn. Initially I was a bit hesitant to click on the icon, but the icon seemed to draw me in. Truth be told, I had long been somewhat curious and wanted to see how guys got it on with each other. Upon entering the site, I found video after video, and before long I settled on watching a video titled 'Barebackin' the Straight Guy'. It was hot. I started to feel my cock getting hard, I didn’t think I was gay but this was the hardest I’ve been in forever. I got about halfway through the movie when a popup came on the screen. All it said was 'hi'. So I clicked on it and replied the same, assuming it was an advertisement generated by a robot promoting a gay chat room. Then the pop-up replied, so I kept typing, assuming at some point the link would connect me with a porn live video site, but it didn’t. Instead the robot reported his name was Ted and he was looking to hook-up, so I replied I was traveling and had never been with a guy before. The little chat window seemed to explode into a bigger window and he was on the screen. He said he was a programmer and was trying out his new soft ware. He asked if I wanted to help him, I said sure. Then he asked me where I was. I didn’t think that he would show up at my hotel, but there was a knock at my door about 30 minutes later. He walked in and started talking about the program and how it looks for unsecured users on the internet and how he can tell how far away they are. He sat on the bed and just kept talking so I felt like he was just talking about his program. So I sat down next to him, then at that moment he turned towards me and kissed me. His tongue forced its way in my mouth and it felt so silky. I just wondered where this was going when I felt my pants getting tighter. I was surprised that a man could make me feel this way. He must have noticed that my cock was growing because he started grabbing at it. My zipper was down and he was jerking my cock, I felt so hard that I knew I could push it into him but that’s not what he had in mind. We stripping each other, and as I helped him remove his shirt over his head, I enjoyed the sight of his nicely muscled chest. Frankly, he looked like the way I wanted to look. I had a desk job and a belly to prove it. Before I knew it we were naked and I was asking myself “what the hell are you doing?” but I was so horny and I thought I was going to fuck him that I continued. He was sucking on my cock and asked me to flip over so he could get a better angle to my cock. He was under me sucking on my cock for about 15 minutes when he came out from under me and started licking my crack. It was unreal I had never felt that before. It was like being tickled with someone’s tongue. Man he was making me really horny. The he did it, he place a finger in my ass and started massaging my prostate. I started moaning and telling him "Don't stop." After five minutes or so, he was really going at it and by this time he had three fingers in me. I was playing with his balls and jerking his cock and I noticed he was as hard as me but had a good four inches on my cock. Without thinking about what I was saying, I asked "Do you want me to slid my cock into your ass?" "Yeah," he replied, adding, "but let me re- position myself." I was already on my knees and while he was fingering me so he got right behind me and placed his cock at my hole. I managed to say "Hey, man, that’s not what I meant," but he pushed right in. I let out the biggest moan. Everyone staying at the hotel must have heard me. And he wasn't even all the way in! I thought that he would split me in two if he kept going, but he was doing short little pushes, alternating with an increasingly large withdraw to the very tip of his cock. "Don't cum in me," I asked, and in the hope of extracting myself from a painful role, again asked "Do you want me to do you?" "In a bit," he replied as he continued opening-up my ass. Then, realizing I hadn't seen a condom, I repeated my request "Man, don't cum in me." He didn't reply, but merely continued the onslaught of my ass. [strike one]. He had now made it all the way in and I felt his balls slapping my each cheek. I had forgotten about the rubber for a bit but then asked him again not to cum in me, again I heard nothing. [strike two]. I was now being fucked so hard I could not breathe; I was being pushed so hard I almost fell off the bed but I don’t think that would have stopped him. I kept telling myself to get up, but in my head I kept saying in a minute, this feels to good to be wrong. He must have felt that I was going to bolt because he started to hold my hips. He had only used spit to lube my ass up so I said it was starting to hurt. All of a sudden I felt something so cool and slippery on my hole and the pain went away. He reached around and held my nose in a rag and the world started to spin, but I was still so horny. I can remember asking one more time if he would not cum in me. I still had heard no answer [strike three]. He started to plow me even harder and faster and I knew he was about to cum because his cock was growing and his balls weren’t slapping my checks anymore. I was getting up when his hand came around and he put that rag under my nose again. The world was spinning even more I heard him groaning and then he said “I’m cumming in this ass and you're mine.” With that he took my ass I felt every spurt but really could do nothing. I was still feeling so dizzy and he was still planting that seed in my ass deep. I was thinking wow that was so fast to go from a straight guy to someone’s bitch. Then he leaned over and remarked "You never asked if I was clean. You bitch. now you have been made whole.” "What do you mean?" I asked, but there was no reply. [i’m out]. He quickly dressed and left, and with his departure I cleaned up and flushed myself out but I knew I would have to be tested. It’s been about two months and I just had the cold of my life. I thought it would never go away. I really need to get tested.

Met a 30-something, muscular, hung, black top on vacation from the Marine base in SD. I was at the Temptation pool partybat the Luxor, where the bodies were hot and the drinks were cold. Spotted him dancing to the EDM pounding its beats and stirring libidos. Waded over to him, look him in the eyes, turned around, and pushed my luscious ass into his crotch. We danced for a bit, his hands eventually sliding across my stomach and into my speedos. I tugged my speedos down, exposing my ass and he opened up his shorts, pulling out his magnificent python. I trapped his shaft between my ass cheecks as we danced some more. Eventually his cock head was knocking at my hole. He wanted to fuck and I wanted him to fuck me. Minutes later we were in my room. Making out, his naked body on mines, I pulled out some Magnums and lube. I gave him an achingly slow blowjob and hit took all my will power to not gag on his powerful cock as he slid it down my throat and held it there for what felt like an eternity. After he became fully hard, he proceeded to massage his dick while lubimg my hole with two, then three fingers in me. He pulled himself up and spead my legs wide. He slowly pushed his massive cock in my hole. It hurt a bit, but I was pretty loose from the previous fucks the past couple of days. I put my hand on his hip and asked him to put a condom on first before we fuck. He slid it in even further and told me he wanted to feel my raw hole for a bit. He then pushed it in balls deep, slid it out half way, and slid it back in. I gasped in enjoyment and the thought of protected sex totally escaped my mind. He proceeded to fuck me, dominate me, use me. He called me a slut, a whore, his bitch, bending and tossing me in different positions. I ended up on top, riding him like a possessed, cock hungry, slut. His dick was buried deep in me, past my second ring in my sex hole, grinding away. He warned me that he was about to nut but I keep going. He uttered profanities and grunted. I felt his hot essence spreading deep in me. I was so hypnotized by his sex that I didn't care that he could me possibly be loading me up with poz cum. We fucked for several more hours. It was so good that he made me cum like a split-tailed bitch by working his immense dick on my p-spot. In all, he unloaded his plum sized balls in me at least five times. After his final orgasm, he stood up, dressed, and left without a word. Come to think of it, the name he gave me was probably false. I laid in bed, sore, my anus swollen and gaping, his cum leaking out of me like a cheap whore. A few months after returning from my vacation, I got my quarterly STI test, I'm (still) negative, but if I ever ran into Corporal "Dwayne", USMC again, told me he was poz, and wants to tear my hole up, my pants would drop in an instant.

I've been taking it raw from my friends dad( im 21 and he is 52) and he is singel. It's the best sex I've ever had but I feel guilty. He is insanely hot and treats me like a whore just the way I want it and my friend knows nothing even though his load has been inside of me more than 10 times.

Hello, just hoping I could get some advice... I've always wanted to release my inhibitions and become the true cum slut I feel inside. Let start with a about myself... I'm 22 and I've been cruising and trolling around gay hookup sites since I was 18. I've almost never met anyone not because I wasn't popular, but because I was a constant flake. It's not like I don't want to, I have just always had this fear right before I finally make a commitment. I have been with men though, but only 2 notable times. My first will always be my favorite and I had multiple encounters with, but since I moved I never see. The second was good but mostly because he chatted with me for almost a year before he finally convinced me. With my first I was 18, he was my first REAL gay hookup. He knew. We made plans and I got as far as the drive way before I started hyper ventilating and fumbled for my phone to call it off. He saw through my excuse to be called into work and merely replied "You get here NOW, boy!" I could only whimper to a "yes sir..." when I got there I had almost all my fantasies fulfilled as he throat fucked me over the side of his bed and then bent me over to take my cherry... didn't even ask to use lube or a condom... I've longed for that feeling again but nobody just hits that spark I'm tired of being a flake and using chat to get off. But I just don't know how to stop myself for from holding myself back. I always make the excuse that I have work or family will find out. I just don't know what to do... maybe I'm just being a bitch

Awesome new chapter! My cum flew everywhere!

Have done that with 2 different couples - met each of them individually without the other knowing then had one of them suggest a threesome but make me swear that I won't say we've met on our own before. The look on the partners face when they see me a realise we've met alone before is just priceless .......

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.

a cheap motel might be better than a nicer one. direct room access without your guests having to go through the lobby would make things easier. as far as ambiance, maybe a few red light bulbs, maybe some bb gangbang porn playing. beer would be nice, but bottled water would be okay. make sure there's enough lube and towels. do you have a buddy who's going to be there to co-host, such as answering the door, keeping an eye out for crazies, maybe being special guest bottom if you need to rest for a bit? and definitely make sure your valuables are locked up.

Very hot, just spilled another load.

All i fuck is non black guys... I mostly fuck older white raw bottoms. There is NOTHING better than that! I actually don't think I've fucked a black guy before (and I've fucked hundreds of raw bottoms in my life). But I prefer to see in porn for example... the opposite. White hung total tops, pounding a young helpless black bottom. I don't know why but I find it hotter.

Wow NYBBGUY58, this story is soooo fucking hot! It made me cum multiple times!

PART 9 My breathing was heavy. Daddy chuckled and patted my belly. He stepped once more to his bag and returned to the end of the sling. "This will help soothe you," he said. "It will also help prepare you for your next step. I am leaving you here momentarily but will return. You're making excellent progress white boy that wants to belong to me. Excellent progress indeed." I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. As the last of his words were uttered, I felt a pressure at my hole which pushed me wide open as Daddy determinedly inserted a dildo filling me with a gasp. My insides felt tingly and alive. And, then, he was out the door. I began a vigil of aloneness. I had no alternative but to wait considering my position. I would not have left anyway. Time passed but I had no way of telling how long it was until I heard the key in the lock. "Well, what have we here?" I heard an unknown voice say as I turned toward it. "Looks like Dad was right. He's done gone and got himself another white boy to turn." He laughed. From what I could see, a black man in his twenties about my height and weight was now standing at the end of the sling. "Dad sent me in to set you up for the coming attraction tonight. He do know how to reel us in don't he? It's that whispered voice of his. It's a magnet. Your the moth that is flying into the flame, white boy, and you're going to get burned if you aren't already." He smiled big at me. "He didn't tell you about me or what all he's going to do. Looks like you already consented seeing those nipples and your balls all trussed up and your wrists and ankles all bound up. Dad do have a way, and he always gets his way. So, now, white boy, meet one of your older black brothers who's going to help make you a part of this family." I felt his hand at my ass and then felt the emergency exit flash rush of the dildo being violently yanked from my ass. He laid the black wet dildo on the shelf turning his attention back to me. He placed his hands on my buttocks pulling them open. I felt a touch just above my hole. It pulled away and was now below it. The third touch was to the left side where pressure was applied. "Hang on, white boy. It's show time with your brother." I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. The pressure mounted as this "brother" of mine pushed harder and harder until at long last his dick head slid toward my hole plunging through my sphincter spreading me wide open as he plunged balls deep inside me. I jerked upright at the searing and burning pain. He no sooner was deep inside me than he pulled almost all the way out and began to fuck me hard and deep. Nothing else was said by him but he smiled continuously as he pounded my hole hard. In no time at all, I was loving the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of my hole. He rode my ass like a champ that I knew he had to be if was a son of Daddy. "FUCK! DAMN! BITCH!" I heard him scream as he slammed deep into me holding himself there as his dick erupted repeatedly spewing out a huge load of cum. He pulled himself out of my ass and smiled as he continued to cool down. He picked up Daddy's chalice, and I heard the telltale sound of him pissing. He hauled up the clear tube until the funnel reached his hand. He hoisted the glass to his lips and drank pouring the remaining piss into the funnel. I drank with a great thirst. I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. There was a knock at the door. My brother opened it. "He's all yours now, bro." He left as a new man entered. He was black, stood about 6 feet tall, had a shaved head but full beard and moustache. He was, well, emaciated looking. I noticed he moved slowly. When he reached the end of the sling, I saw there were several dark splotches varying in size on his torso. He looked around the room and finally back at me. He said nothing but began to fondle himself. I looked at him and deep into his eyes. Then, my eyes once more began moving over the body of this new man. When I focused on the third splotch on his torso, I stopped and looked hard at it. My heart skipped a beat, and my brain went blank. I stared hard at the distinct splotches turning my eyes back to his. My brain issued a final report: Yes, those had to be KS lesions. I had tensed my body on my suspicion but now I found peace with my conclusion. I lay back willing the tenseness to depart and moaned with desire. I understood. I shook my head slowly up and down. I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. He stepped closer guiding his dick to my hole finding it the first try. He placed his hands on my hip girdle and began a slow gradual intimate invasion of my ass. His mushroom head dick was huge. He spread my sphincter with a quick snap open then slid his dick inside me slowly no doubt savouring every inch as I was savouring his entry. I had no room to breathe in my ass. My head was flopping left and right as he inched slowly inside me. Once completed, he rested himself. I know that time can not be judged when secured in a sling. He must have fucked me slowly with great intimacy for at least fifteen or twenty minutes. The feeling was awesome at how he filled me to capacity. I knew that no other man had ever put a bigger dick than his in my ass. He then suddenly stopped and pulled his dick out of my ass. He picked up the chalice, and we shared his piss. As he left, he stopped and bent down to my ear. "Dad has a good white boy in you. He chose well, little white brother," and kissed me on what would have been my lips. "You showed no fear after you found out, and you did find out. I saw it in your eyes. And, you should know that you took two high octane deliveries from me. We all got ours from Dad." He patted me on the head and left. I lay there mulling over what I had heard. I want to be your poz white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do.

Just got back from the local nude beach. Fucked a hot muscle boy and gave him a few day old load. then later got fucked by a young slim guy with an 8 inch cock. his load is still in me. Both times, not a word said about status.

Tuesday was off the hook, I met a guy for some extended play, we smoke some and watch porn a little bit and decided to meet another buddy for a threesome. In this guy's place my buddy started fucking him while I went and started licking my buddy's cock and his friend's asshole while they were fucking. After few minutes he came deep inside him leaving him wanting more, but i wanted to get fucked so badly, i lied o my back put my legs in the air and told him to fuck me hard and deep. after a while we didnt even noticed when my buddy left, its must been few hours of the guy fucking me i think, we were all sweaty, spitting in each other months m. my hole was so wet and open i wanted more, i wanted another dick in me. I called a friend of mine while this guy didnt even pull out his dick, lying on top of me i made a call and said that i need to be double fucked, told him we were all fucked up, sweaty and my pussy was dripping with his precum, i was lucky, 20 min later he showed up, and started pushing his dick in my mouth i like it rough i was chocking on his 8 inch! fucked from both end -my fav! the guy joined me in sucking every drop of my friend's precum, we spit on his dick and licked right back in clean. i was so ready for another cock so we switch, i was on top now with my ass up in the air, my friend didnt wait at all and wasnt gentle. He just shoved his big dick in, it was painful yet so enjoyable!I think its been another 20 min and i heard my friend moaning and fucking me very hard, he was cumming deep inside me! i told him to go harder to push his jizz deeper inside me, and that was too much foe a guy below me, after few thrust he came too! two fucking loads...my friend rested next to us and the guy stayed inside me longer..and well, we started fucking again! now, im all wet i must jerk off !!!

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.

PART 7 We embraced for several minutes until he released me. As I unwrapped my arms from around him, he put his mighty hands under my arm pits lifting me easily up off the floor. He turned around and sat me on a leather bed attached to the ceiling by chains. As he laid me backwards, I grabbed and held two of the chains until I was seated. He told me to move downward so that my ass was just hanging off the edge of the sling. He raised one of my feet to a strap and secured each ankle. He did the same to my wrists. He smiled at me with an approving nod at how I accepted everything. Butterflies were all flying in my stomach because of excitement and the unknown. I watched as he opened a bag in a corner. I hadn't noticed the bag before. He pulled out something that had a tube wrapped around it which he loosened. He reached back into the bag and pulled out a large plastic glass which he sat on a shelf. He stood up and held up for me to see what looked like a mask with a small black rubber dick. He put the black rubber dick to my mouth which I opened readily and wrapped my lips around it when it was seated. He pulled the straps behind my head where I felt him secure them in position. I could see a clear tube coming out of the exterior part. He bent back down to the bag and stood upright positioning a funnel to the end of the tube. "I can tell my white boy is thirsty, and I'm going to give him some of my own special water which he must swallow. Until he learns how thirsty he is for his Daddy's water, this is how it will be given. Before the night is over, my little white boy will drink from his Daddy's tap," he purred at me. He then turned and picked up the glass, walked to the bed, and stepped up onto it turning to face me. He unsnapped three points on his black leather jock removing it and dropping it onto the bed. My head reeled at what I saw in the middle of his crotch area. Hanging down was a prodigious uncut black dick that even from the distance that I lay from him I could see veins that looked enormous. I must admit the sight scared me. His dick was soft but had to be at least nine inches and thick. I could also see that hanging behind this massive amount of meat were two oversized balls in a sac that hung at least three quarters of the way down the length of his dick. Then, I looked at his face and all of his body, and it all made sense and was proportional. This black Man was here for a purpose . . . and so was I. Grit and determination solidified into my soul as I began to myself a mantra chant: I want to be your white boy for tonight, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. I want to be your white boy for tonight, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. I looked up once more into his eyes as I kept repeating my mantra. I looked not to challenge him but attempting to see into my soul. I willed him to see me as each chorus of my mantra rang out inside my head. I lay relaxed and at ease as I saw him standing over me as a god. From out of nowhere, an aura began to glow about him growing stronger. I redoubled saying my mantra. Daddy . . . Daddy reached down grasped and lifted up the end of his dick. He peeled back the black hood as he put the glass beneath the head of his dick. A flow of his secondary nectar escaped through his piss slit and began filling the glass. I watched as the level rose higher until the flow stopped as it neared about an inch from the top. Daddy moved his dick from inside the glass and let it drop downward where it hung pendulously with the hood working its way back over the head. I thought to myself, I will become well trained and obedient and returned to my mantra. He stood there looking at me sedately poised for my initiation. He stepped down off the bed and walked to my side. He ceremoniously raised the cup as if it were a chalice and drank from it. Once Daddy had drunk leaving about two thirds of his piss in the glass. He stood there looking down at me helplessly secured in the sling. No, now, willingly secured in the sling. I could not understand why he was just standing there. Then, I knew. He had willed the answer to me. I began flashing my eyes from the chalice to his eyes to a downward glance hoping to indicate my mouth and backward to the chalice repeating the trio of looks several times. I had to try to get him to understand and kept up my desperate attempt at communication. With frustration and much agitation on my part, I finally began to plead despite having a rubber black dick stuck in my mouth which prevented normal speech. I called out, "Dahthy, pwleath." I was rewarded with a broader smile.

Took a load from a 35 year old married guy Friday. he fucked a 3 day load into me while i was on all 4s. i felt like such a slut afterward and kept his cum in me all day

I love to fuck with couples if they are both into it. Love it when they are both tops and one fucks his load in my ass while the other cums down my throat or when they take turns at both ends. i've been with couples when one guy just gets off watching his lover fuck me, I have some regular fuck buds couples that call me up when they want to fuck my hole or lots of times they just want to make out with each other while i'm sucking both of their cocks. Occasionally they want to double fuck me which I REALLY love, I have also been with straight couples where the guy is really bi and his girlfriend/wife gets off, (usually with a dildo) watching him fuck me or just watching me sucking him off. Having sex with couples can be a lot of fun.

Maybe it could be the start of something big, then men that knew what it meant would know that they could shoot their toxic cum up a willing ass.

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

Update! I've taken loads from my boss every single day since I made my first post, and it has been amazing. The two days after that post, I worked, and while my boss didn't drop any more loads in my ass on I was on the job, but he did insist I frequently suck his cock. He had me working on my skills at deep throating, an activity I had tried before. Generally I can keep myself from gagging, but I can't quite manage to get it down my throat, so he's been face fucking me, blowing loads right down my throat or on my face. He insisted I go down on him twice the first day and three times the second day, if one counts the head I gave him in his car after work. The real fun were my three days off though. He had me come over to his house, and gave my a dog collar to wear, and told me I had to keep it on in his home if I wanted to be fucked. And boy howdy, he fucked the ever living shit out of me. He seemed like a fucking animal. Oh, and for the first time ever I experienced a no-hands orgasm. It was both the roughest and best sex I had ever had. The second day was more of the same, with lots of practice in deep throating. In the evening he had a couple friends over. The guys were not really my type, but all of them had good-sized cocks, and well, my boss ordered me to service them, so by the time I went to bed that night, my stomach was half full of cum. I had have never done as much before, but I felt amazingly liberated. The third day was a lot more laid back. I think he needed a rest. So after waking-up he dumped a load into me, and then called his friends to use both my holes, not merely my mouth. I know I should be terrified of what I'm doing, and I suppose this all sounds so messed up, but honestly, it just makes me hard remembering it. The rest of the work days were most face fucking and one quickie. Amazing sex, but not as mindblowing as when I stayed at my boss's house. I just don't have the words to do justice to that experience.

Ha ha! Well, I was hitched with a female for 10 years. I cheated on her with guys. I love women, but gay sex is much hotter. I don't want and have never wanted a relationship with a guy. I never understood why totally gay guys get off on the fact that I was married. I found hooking up with other guys in my situation sucked. I found gay guys more uninhibited sexually. One time when my now ex was visiting family out of state a gay guy came over. He got off with me messing around with him on my "wedding bed" as he called it. He said her pic on the nightstand turned him on. Yes he was strictly gay. Confusing but I don't care. It's all good!

i have had cum leak out my ass and down my balls while fucking my wife. Some of it obviously got in her. The top who was breeding me at the time loved the idea of his gay cum in my wife and always wanted me to go home and fuck her after he bred me.

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

My Three Way With Two Barrio Boys (This story is related to Barrio Boy Gives Me a Load - https://breeding.zone/topic/35460-barrio-boy-gives-me-a-load/ ). I was still grappling with the raw pig inside of me wanting to get out. Besides a lover I had about that time who only fucked me raw (we both had tested negative just before meeting), I still played safe except for the occasional hook up, usually when I was drinking way too much and feeling less inhibited. But oh the guilt after! I had gone back to the streets around the clubs on North Main in San Antonio a few times to see if I could meet the barrio boy that had fucked me raw in the parking lot, but never saw him. I did hook up with a couple other guys from the barrio, however they were nothing memorable, they all played safe, and the only real excitement was not knowing if they were gay, bi, or what. There was one car though that I saw several times cruising the area, a dark blue/black Chevy Caprice. The guy driving looked Hispanic, about my age, mid-20s, he usually had a bandana around his forehead, cigarette in one hand, and he would drive by slow, look, but never stopped or gave any other indication he was interested. It had been a few months since I had been to those clubs and as spring approached, things in the city got crazy as the Latin singer Selena had just been murdered. One of her clothing stores was on Broadway Boulevard just two blocks from my house – less as the crow flies as I could see its parking lot from my back deck. Hundreds of people from all over Texas descended on the store, which quickly became a makeshift memorial to Selena. The street and parking lots up and down Broadway were filled with cars, people playing her music, just hanging out, and mourning in their own way. The day after it happened I decided to walk over to see the crowds and what was going on. As I got to the end of my street I stopped in the parking lot of this little convenience store to check out all the people and the first care I noticed looked just like the Chevy that I had seen by the clubs. Two guys were sitting on the hood with a six-pack between them and I could swear one of them was the guy I had seen driving. So, I stood off to the side and watched them and everyone else for a while before finally going into the store and buying some beer. I came back out, walked up by the car, and leaned against the wall off to the left so I could get a better look at them. The guy closest to me – the one I thought I had seen before - looked about my age, short buzzed hair with a blue bandana around his forehead, clean cut face. He had on a white tank top with big yellow pit stains, some pretty cool looking tats on his arm, and was pretty built, standing about 6’1, maybe 180 or so. The other guy with him looked about 10 years older, long hair pulled back in a pony tail, thick mustache, no shirt, and he also had some tattoos on his arms. I was on my third beer when they caught me eyeing them. Fuck – I wanted to run! I was so embarrassed, but just nodded and said, “Hey, what’s up?” The guy closest to me said they were just hanging and I could set my beer on their car if I wanted. I said thanks and introduced myself and the younger guy said his name was Diego and introduced me to other guy, but all I caught was “…my cousin...” as I was too busy staring at the bulge in Diego’s pants. With his leg hanging over the side of the hood, the jeans were stretched tight across his thigh and his long, thick, cock clearly showed. DAMN! My ass got wet right then with lust – and again – they caught me looking. Diego didn’t say anything, just turned back toward the street and the crowd while I blushed. I chatted with Diego and his cousin for a while, drank the rest of my 6-pack, and Diego offered me some of his beer. His cousin barely said two words to me, and gathered he spoke mainly Spanish, so I focused my attention on Diego. I had figured my lust was a lost cause, and was just enjoying hanging out, and watching the crowds come and go from across the street at Selena’s store. “You live near here?” Diego finally asked. I was off in lust land looking at his dick again, couldn’t help it. I came back to reality and said, “Yeah, just up the street on the next block and hey, if you guys want a break from the heat (it was only about 80 and about 3:00 in the afternoon, but we were all sweating, so… figured what the hell) you’re welcome to come hang out a bit.” Diego said, I do need to take a piss,” then chatted with his cousin some, who shook his head yes, and it seemed like I had company. I first ran into the store, grabbed a case of beer, hopped in their car, and we drove around the corner and up the block to my house. I showed Diego the bathroom (I wanted to watch so bad), took the beer to kitchen, and then sat down in the living room with his cousin. His cousin just smiled, and worked nursed his beer, so I turned on the TV. As Diego walked back into the living room he was adjusting his dick in his pants – damn – I could not help staring again. This time he did not seem to notice but his cousin sure did. Crap, last thing I needed to do was get grief from some straight dudes in my own house. Diego and his cousin then started speaking in Spanish to each other about something, and I just gulped my beer down and tried not to get scared. Diego then said, “You want to party man?” I said, “Sure, we can hang out.” Diego and his cousin chatted some more, Diego asked if I had any cash as his cousin would go get some food and stuff as he was hungry, so I gave them $50 and said my treat, and his cousin left. As soon as his cousin left Diego asked if I had any movies. I said yeah and knelt down by the TV cabinet to see what I had. He came over and stood by me as I pulled tapes out, his dick inches from my face if I turned to the right, which made it damn hard to focus. I pulled several tapes out tapes out and Diego reached down and grabbed one that I had tried to tuck into the bottom of the pile – some gay porn. Oh fuck – but he just handed it to me and said, “This one.” Hmmm, did not expect that, but yes Sir! I popped it in the VCR, got it going and when I turned around Diego had his pants around his ankles just standing in the middle of my living room with a big old dick pointing straight west! “Suck it for me,” he said, so I scooted over on my knees and started sucking him. He was uncut, and long (one of the longest dicks I had ever seen), and nice and fat. Diego’s dick was so hard the skin was stretched way back down his shaft and the veins were raised up off the shaft. I then realized he had on a LEATHER COCKRING – wow – one of those kinds that have snaps, looked like it was choking his dick, and his balls looked red and angry. Focus – so I just kept sucking him all the while worrying about his cousin who could come back anytime and as the spread between my thumb and pinky is 9 inches and his dick went beyond that, figured he was a good 10, 10 ½ and then started to worry as I was not sure I could take it. “Get some lotion,” Diego said. Huh? I was so focused on his dick, I barely heard him, but scrambled up, went to the bedroom, got a bottle of Vaseline Lotion, some condoms, a towel and the poppers and practically ran back hoping he had not left. He was standing in the same position, facing the TV with his big dick looking even harder. I handed the lotion to him with the condoms, bent over and started hitting the poppers. I was ready for him to ram it in, but was scared and excited, as I wanted it so bad. Instead, I felt his hands on my ass as he knelt behind me and spread my cheeks. His tongue started licking the outer edges of my ass. One cheek, then the next, each lick getting a little closer to my crack. I was in heaven already and started to moan. “You like that?” Diego asked. “Oh yes, please don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I started to beg. He kept on licking and then started slurping with his tongue getting closer to my hole and if not for his hands on my hips I would have been jumping all over the place with the excitement his mouth was causing. His tongue then pushed into my hole and I leaned forward more to try to open up. I could not stop moaning at that point as getting my ass ate makes me want to get fucked so bad and this man knew what he was doing! Just when I thought I could not take it anymore and might actually cum, Diego stood up, I heard him squirt some lotion and for a brief second asked in my mind if he had put on a condom? Fuck it – I did not care and right then wanted to feel him cum in me more than anything. So I hit the poppers. Again I expected him to just push his dick in, but he didn’t. He slid a finger up my ass, which made me jump. He pushed it in and pulled it out a little, then worked a second one in. I was not used to being fingered as it often just hurt, but this felt good and I started to moan some more and then heard myself say, “Please fuck me, please fuck me.” Damn – was that my outside voice? Diego said, “What do you want?” So I just started repeating – begging – “PLEASE FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK ME.” His fingers left my ass and I heard the lotion again. This time it was his dick for sure so I bent over, put my right hand on the coffee table to brace myself, took a big hit of poppers and said again, “Please fuck me.” Diego obliged me as I felt his dick push against my hole and slowly begin to slide in. Fuck – it hurt a little, but I wanted him so badly I started pushing back as I wanted him all inside of me. Another hit of poppers, I felt the warmth of his dick and pushed back again. This time Diego moaned and a few more thrusts and I felt the leather cock ring and his balls hit up against my ass. He stayed like that for a little bit, just buried in my ass before he started shifting his hips to the side, pulling out a little and pushing in, slow and easy - small little circles each time pulling out a little further. I was jerking myself hard and was so horny feeling his cock like that. He reached out, pushed my hand off my dick and said, “No, just feel me.” I never got fucked without jerking my dick, but held back and what an amazing feeling with him slowly grinding in and out of my ass. Diego soon picked up the pace and started doing a straight shot in and out of my hole. Each thrust he would pull back, go balls deep, grunt, pull back, and go balls deep. Faster and faster and now his hips and whole front were slapping up against my ass each time he buried his cock. He then put his hands on my shoulders and I felt him tense up and he shot his load. His legs shook, he grunted, moaned, and said something in Spanish I had no idea what, but hoped it was good. Once he stopped, he just stayed like that and I felt his dick begin to soften and it then slowly slid out my hole. Hot cum began running down my leg and I knew then he had not put the condom on – and I loved it! I went to the bedroom to get another towel and when I came back Diego had his pants pulled up, but had left his tank top off, and was looking through the pile of movies. He stopped the gay porn that was playing, popped in a straight porn, then stood up, came over to me, and started kissing me. My knees literally buckled and I felt weak still feeling the hotness of his cum leaking out my ass and then his kiss. He pulled off my mouth, looked at me, “Did you like?” I had a huge goofy grin and laughed as I replied, “It was awesome, and thank you.” We both grabbed our beers and sat back on the couch. Diego kept leaning over to kiss me and with every thrust of his tongue my dick got a little harder and ass ached a little more with my need to feel him inside me again. By now, cum was leaking out my ass and had made a wet spot in my shorts, so I could feel the wetness as a reminder of his load. About 10 minutes later his cousin came back, walked in, saw the porn playing, lotion and condoms on the coffee table, he looked at Diego, then me, set the food on the coffee table, and said something to Diego in Spanish. Again I had no idea what they were talking about but within seconds his cousin had sat down, was taking his shoes off, and pulling his pants down. I looked from Diego, to him; back to Diego who just smiled and said “He’s wants to fuck you – ok?” Yeah OK! His cousin’s dick was a good 8 inches, fatter than Diego’s, and also uncut. I went over to suck him, but he just turned me around, spit on his hand, rubbed the head of his dick, and pushed it in as I was already full of Diego’s cum. Whew – I hit the poppers, caught my breath, and looked over at Diego who was just watching. The cousin did not last long and fucked faster, faster, then tensed and shot. He yanked out, slapped my ass, and said “Good – hmmm – good.” I now had two loads of cum trying to run down my leg, grabbed the towel, and tried to mop myself up while the cousin got dressed and Diego watched. We then all sat down in the living room and busted open the Mexican fast food the cousin had brought and made small talk, but did not speak a word about them fucking me. However, with every bite of food I kept thinking about their cum in me and hoping I would get more. We finished dinner and it was still early, only about a 5:00 p.m., so I figured they would head out, but Diego said, “You ready to party?” I thought we had been, so not sure what he was talking about, but said sure. His cousin reached into his pants, brought out a bag of white powder, smiled at us, then got down to partying. Before I knew it I was on my knees taking turns sucking on their dicks as they sat on the couch watching the porn. My knees were getting sore, so I grabbed a pillow off the couch and put it under my knees and shifted to a doggy style pose as Diego and his cousin spoke to each other. His cousin got up, pushed the coffee table away from the couch, walked behind me, I heard the lotion squirt, he then sort of bent down and plopped his dick into my hole and started pumping while I continued to suck Diego. WOW! That felt amazing. I didn’t know if it was from partying or just from having a dick in that position, but my ass felt hot and tingly and it felt like I could feel every square inch of his cock, as well as Diego’s dick in my mouth. This time the cousin fucked rough and hard and I had bruises on my hips the next day where he and Diego had grabbed a hold of me and dug in when they fucked that night. My jaw was starting to hurt, and my knees hurt, so I said I needed to stand up and pulled off Diego’s dick and his cousin pulled out and stepped back. I asked them, “Do you want to go to the bedroom?” Diego said, “Sure, but let’s take another hit.” So we partied a little more, drank a little beer, and I led them back to the bedroom suite. The cousin walked straight into the bathroom to piss, and Diego and I lay down on the futon mattress on the floor. Diego laid me on my side, pushed my right leg forward over my left, and pushed his hard dick into my hole like a hot poker going up my ass. It was so hot and for a second afraid something was wrong. I started to push away, and he wrapped his arms around me, leaned over my shoulder, and started licking my ear. DAMN – I melted again and relaxed. About then his cousin came back, knelt on the futon by my head and stuck his dick in my mouth. Diego kept deep dicking my ass while his cousin fucked my mouth. The cousin grabbed both sides of my face and started to really fuck my throat. I choked a little and my eyes started to tear up as he fucked harder and faster and harder and then shot in my mouth. His cum tasted awful. Very musky, rank, and strong, but I swallowed every drop and sucked harder until he pulled out and laid on his back on the futon and closed his eyes. His chest was covered in sweat and he was breathing hard as I ran my hand over his torso as Diego kept fucking me. Diego then said, “Get on your knees.” I pulled off his dick and scooted onto my hands and knees beside his cousin who was still lying there with his eyes closed. Diego pushed his cock back in my ass and was long dicking me, pulling almost all the way and going all the way back in. Nice long, slow, and steady strokes. The poppers seemed to have stopped working and my insides felt like they were clenching up. I asked if we could take a little break and Diego yanked out in one pull, stood up, and headed to the living room. Fuck – I blew it, I thought. He’s pissed. The cousin was still laying there on the futon, so I got up and followed Diego to the living room. He was sitting on the couch and I asked if he was OK, and if he was mad I asked for a break. “No, no, it’s good man,” he said, and so we partied a little more. His cousin soon joined us and we kept watching the porn, partying, and drinking. Soon the cousin’s dick was hard again and I went to get on my knees to suck him, but he kept me standing and turned me around, so my ass was towards him. He then guided me to sit down onto his dick, which went in easy as hell as I was pretty opened up by then. Diego was sitting beside us so I reached over and started stroking his dick. The cousin’s stiff meat felt so good and I started riding up and down as hard as I could and he started to moan. He moaned louder and louder and then shot another load up my ass. Fuck yeah!!! His hot cum started dripping out my ass and my hole throbbed. Condoms were the farthest things from my mind at that point and I just wanted more – more raw dick, more cum, and more cum. Diego then grabbed my hand, pulled me towards him and so I slipped the cousin’s dick out of my ass and stepped over, and backed down on Diego’s. DAMN – forgot how long he was and in that position felt like he was way up in my guts. Diego started thrusting his hips and pushing his dick deeper up into me. My hole was wet and sloppy from all of the cum already up there, and it was making squishy noises as Diego backed my gut pipes up further. He held my hips/ass hard and dug his fingers in as he fucked me. The cousin got off the couch, went to the bathroom, and when he came back he knelt in front of me and put my dick in his mouth. WHAT THE FUCK? I was the bottom – oh fucking hell that felt good and soon cried out, “OH STOP, PLEASE STOP, I’M GOING TO CUM – NO – I CAN’T GET FUCKED AFTER I CUM, NO STOP.” Neither one stopped, Diego fucked harder as he held my arms by my side now and the cousin sucked my dick. I could feel the cum start crawling up my dick and it wouldn’t stop, I couldn’t stop it, and started to shake, twitch and literally convulse as I blew my load into the cousin’s mouth and started moaning and groaning louder than before. My ass clenched up and wrapped tight around the dick in my ass, and this set Diego off as he grabbed my hips like a vice and moaned and groaned as he shot another load of cum deep inside me. Once he stopped shaking, he turned my face to the side and leaned forward, kissed me and filled my mouth with his spit. I could barely breathe. The three of us detangled from each other, I excused myself to use the bathroom, and so much cum and juice came out of me, I could not believe it. I washed my face, went back to the living room, and Diego and his cousin were both sitting on the couch now, naked, passing the party supplies back and forth. I sat on the chair, and joined in. I’m not sure what time it was, but it was dark out, and we spent a while more in the living room with Diego or the cousin fucking me for a few or having me suck their dick, then partying some more, drinking, making small talk, and watching porn. What we talked about I have no idea, even the next day it was sort of a blur, but they did not shoot any more loads, and I was sort of disappointed as while the fucking felt good, I knew I had become a cum hound and just wanted to taste and feel more of their hot loads – the best Mexican food ever! Later, we ended back up in the bedroom with me on my stomach on the futon and the cousin fucking me. My ass did not hurt anymore; I was too fucked up, and was just enjoying feeling the cousin and Diego on me, inside me, us all tangled together. While the cousin fucked me, Diego laid beside me kissing me, from rough and hard, to gentle and sweet, and my mouth was getting fucked by his tongue harder than my ass was getting plowed by the cousin’s dick. At some point I passed out, or fell asleep, and the next thing I remember is strong hand covering my mouth and feeling someone’s body move onto my back and shove their cock into my sloppy hole. Diego. I could not really move my head, but peering to the right could see the cousin was sleeping on the other side of the bed. Diego kept his right hand over my mouth, put his head down against mine, and started nibbling and licking on my left ear. I was feeling more sober by then and my ass hurt – not in a good way – felt like I had been torn up and started to fidget and try to shift a little. Diego just pressed his body harder onto me and pushed his torso a little more forward so his dick pushed deeper and straight down into my hole instead of just going in level. This hurt even more and I started whimper. His grip on my mouth got tighter, his left hand was on my left hip pushing me down, and he angled himself a little to the right and thrust even harder. Right then I wanted him to stop, I could not take any more, but he held me tight and fucked harder, and harder, and harder. Diego leaned into my ear and said “Yeah mi cielo, give it to me, yeah mi cielo. Open that hole.” Between my whimpering and Diego slamming into me I was sure the cousin would wake up, but he kept sleeping. I had no choice but to lie there and take the fucking Diego was giving me and after a while the pain gave way as my dick got hard and my body responded to Diego being inside me. I realized how much I was craving the feeling of his raw dick in my ass and started moaning and trying to push back on him to meet his thrusts. Diego pumped harder and faster and when he shot I could feel him unload in my ass. It felt so warm. He then slid off my back and onto the futon by my right side next to his cousin. His hand was still over my mouth and I started kissing his hand as he relaxed and soon he was asleep. I lay there with my ass throbbing feeling the heat of Diego as he lay beside me and hearing his cousin snore on the other side. We all got up the next morning and I cooked some breakfast as Diego and his cousin took turns showering. When the cousin was in the shower Diego held me close and gave me a long, deep kiss. When I asked him if they had a good time, Diego laughed, smiled, and said, “Oh yeah mi cielo.” I told him I had fun too and hoped I got to see him again. Diego smiled, took my hand and let it rest on his now hardening dick, and as the next batch of pancakes started burn, my ass got set on fire with a rough, dry, morning fuck. I saw Diego almost every Friday night after that for several months. I never knew if Diego was his real first name or last name, where he worked or lived (besides on the West side), or even his phone number. It was all about the dick, ass, and cum, the party and small talk. He always called me, and always showed up on Friday with his cock ring on and his dick hard and throbbing and ready to cum in me and he usually gave me 3 or 4 loads over the course of the night/next morning. A couple more times his cousin showed up too and we would do an all night party and fuck three-way session. They never asked me if the cousin could come by, guess it was something they worked out as he would just show up when Diego was there and jump right in and give me some dick and cum too. Those two barrio boys would wear my ass out on those nights and I would walk funny the rest of the weekend, but every time Diego made sure his was the last cock and load I would get – usually by waking me up in the morning with his cock sliding up my ass and his hand over my mouth as he whispered in my ear, “Yeah mi cielo, give it to me. Open that hole. Yeah mi cielo,” until he flooded me out with his cum.

My favorite part is when my cockhead pops into the hole. I can feel the warmth engulf me as I push in balls deep.

Part II The parade had been a hoot and getting to ride in it after hurting my ankle was kind of cool too. Wearing nothing but my jockstrap made me a little uneasy but hey, when you hurt to try things sometimes to get a lift. LOL As we crossed the finish line my new buddy told me to just hang on a bit as we were going to head back towards the start a ways to where they had set up a small camp for sales of gay pride items. That way I wouldn't have so far to walk to my car. My ankle was still hurting somewhat, so that sounded pretty good to me. We probably went back a good half of the distance to the start then. My buddy had hopped on the float too and stripped his other clothes off too, down to his jock too. I noticed he did have the same tat as the others and seemed to look to be in better shape than I had thought. Should have known from the way he had basically tossed me up onto the float when I first hurt my ankle, but now I could actually see. We both hung onto the same support bar and were again just passing the time talking about basically nothing. A couple of times we hit bumps or had to brake for other traffic. My buddy, being somewhat behind me, bumped up against me those times. I didn't pay attention until much until some jerk pulled out from a stop sign right in front of us and our driver had to hit the brakes pretty hard. I and my buddy were somewhat thrown on each other, and with laying on my back. I then noticed that I registered his hard which was rubbing up against my ass, which was essentially naked, as the jock strap I was wearing was open in the rear. We gathered ourselves back up and I turned slightly and glanced down. Yep, he was definitely hard as a rock and from what I could see through his jockstrap bulge, he was also very very big. He saw me look and seemed to be somewhat embarrassed. He told me he was sorry about that, but his busy schedule for a while now, had not let him have time for any sex and he was afraid the bumping against me had done him and he couldn't seem to control it rubbing up against my butt. I laughed and responded "No problem. Sorry, I turned you on for nothing though." "It wasn't for nothing as I enjoyed it, even if that's all that happened," he remarked, adding that my ass was really nice and firm. A few minutes later he remarked he would find a way to put his tool to use. We both kind of laughed, at which point he remarked "My boyfriend has been somewhat ill and is at the encampment awaiting my return." He also went on to explain his boyfriend just felt a little out of it, and in any event, and had felt neither up to the walk nor to the ride. He had probably helped set up their stuff though. He told me it would be about 16 tables in somewhat of a circle and they then set up poles in the center with tarps to make a place they could get into and rest or whatever without being seen from outside. We soon arrived at their camp and it did look nice. Away from most traffic but close enough to not be out of the way at all too. It had the tables in a circle, signs about almost anything gay and tops of tables full of things and customers and in the middle a circle of tarps just like he described it to me. He helped me down from the float but putting weight on my ankle still hurt like hell. "Why don't you come in and rest a bit longer and have a drink before walking to my car?" 'What the hell', I thought, I might as well, especially as I had no idea where my friends had gone. He led me in and introduced me to some of the others, and gestured for me to be seated, and asked what I wanted to drink. "Coke would be nice," I replied. "Be right back," he remarked as he disappeared into the kitchen. Sure enough, within a couple of minutes he returned, a Coke in hand, along with a towel in which he had packed some ice for my ankle. He pulled another chair up and had me put my foot up and placed the towel on my ankle. He sat down and we drank our Cokes and talked some more, then he excused himself and said he better help sell a little. He went and another of the guys he had introduced me too came and sat down and we talked a while too. After about an hour my bud came back carrying another Coke for me and asked how I was doing. I stood up and tried a few steps and had to admit it was feeling a lot better but still a little tender. He told me I should just walk around a bit and get used to it before heading out. I started to walk around the center tarps then as he went to wait on another customer. I walked somewhat slowly around looking at their wares as I went. I came to the opening they had made in the tarps to get into them. They were pretty well hidden from view from the tables and they had also taken the precaution, I noticed to not have any goods for sale for about a four or five foot section of the tables there. As I was just starting to go by, I came to an abrupt stop, as I could see from this point behind the tarps. What I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. There was some sort of swing hung from a frame, and a guy was laying on his back in the swing as another guy stood between his legs. Obviously the one man was fucking the other. I stood there, my mouth agape, I'm sure, for a minute or so. 'Wow', was all I could think. I had never seen two guys having sex before, and it had never occurred to me they would go about it in public. From their moans, however, it sounded like they were both having a good time. I turned to leave, and almost ran my new buddy down. He quietly remarked he was checking to see if I was or wasn't still around, and then he grinned and asked if I was enjoying the show. Then he chuckled, remarking the look on my face was precious. "That's the first first time I've ever seen two guys fucking," I explained. Taking me by the arm he answered "Come here, a sec," leading me right into the middle of the tarps. I have no idea why I let him lead me in there, but I stopped dead once there: not only were there the two guys at the swing but there were two wooden tables nearby on which four more guys fucking, two on a table. I stopped and stared with mouth open. 'What the hell?' was all I could think. "We don't just only come in here for rest but for fun, also," my buddy remarked with obvious satisfaction. Again he laughed again at my look, adding it must be quite a shock to a straight guy like me who had never even seen gay sex before. I had the presence of mind to reply "Sure, it's a shock, but go ahead if you want." I turned to leave, only to step on something with my bad ankle and all but fell almost on top of one of the tables, almost tipping it and the two guys off of on the ground. My bud grabbed me from behind to steady me, as I made my excuses to the two guys I had all but knocked to the ground. A few second passed before I realized my buddy cock was pressed-up against my ass, and that he was about as hard as he had been earlier on the float. "Are you okay," he asked, although I noticed he didn't move away from my body. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just stepped on something," which, as it turned out, was one of the guy's shoes. My buddy had pretty much picked me up off the ground again and then turned to set me down away from the table a little and his huge cock was against my ass the whole time till he set me down. Again, as I turned I looked down he again laughed, and remarked "Sorry about that. Guess that ass of yours just turns me on!" I returned his laugh, and added "It sure must!" Changing the subject, he asked "You want another Coke?" "Sure," I replied. As he turned to get it he then asked if I drank any alcohol. "Sure, Rum and Code is my favorite. The 151 proof stuff that, although strong, seems to me to be smoother." "I think we actually have some of it" he remarked as he began searching through a small cabinet. "Hey, yeah, we do have some," and with that he brought me an ice-cold can of Coke and the rum. I opened the Coke, took a big swig, just to make some room for the rum, and then poured a healthy quantity of rum into the can. He also made himself a drink, and we stood there drinking and chatting, although I couldn't ignore the reality of what was happening a scant few feet from where we were standing. After a minute or so the sounds from the table demanded my attention, and I turned to see the one man was apparently cumming inside the other man. Both men were moaning in pleasure and I could even see that the bottom guy's cock seemed to jump and he started to cum all over himself and he hadn't even touched his cock. 'Amazing', I thought, 'the two guys seem to be in another world'. I couldn't take my eyes off of them. My buddy put his hand on my shoulder and whispered to me, that he thought they were making more noise than normal and probably just showing off for the new guy, me. I looked at him and we both started laughing.

I live on the tip of America's dick.

John was face-down, and ass-up as Tony grabbed his hips, simultaneously pounding John's hole and holding John tight against his crotch. Meanwhile new faces arrived. Seeing John and Tony playing, the four new guests immediately stripped, awaiting the opportunity to join in the fun. The first guy to insinuate himself was a tall white buff stud, early 30s with a very thick seven inch cock. He stood over John's head allowing his thick dick to slap John's cheeks, while he leaned forward to spread John's ass wide-open for Tony's pleasure, asking "Hows that ass?" Tony smiled and replied "Best fucking ass ever!" "Lemme see, pull it out." Tony pulled out, his long dick covered with and pink and white spooge. The white guy, who went by the tag name 'Bigdog', leaned-down and started sucking and cleaning Tony's dick. Tony put his hands behind Bigdog's head, moaned, and started violently fucking Bigdog's mouth, which raised some appreciative grunts from the onlookers. Meanwhile, even as he was busy blowing Tony, Bigdog pushed three fat digits into John's ass, which made John's head pop up from the pillow he was gnawing. Upon seeing Bigdog's dick, John was sufficiently enticed to swallow Bigdog's cock. About then Bigdog stopped sucking Tony, and instead directed Tony's now clean cock back into John's ass. As Tony bottomed in John's ass, Bigdog withdrew his cock from John's mouth, and as John looked-up pleadingly, Bigdog spat all the juices he'd sucked off of Tony's cock on John's face and in his mouth. Naturally John gasped, shocked, and he might have been even more shocked when Bigdog shoved the three fingers that he had just used to feel John's insides down John's throat. John began to gag. Bigdog clearly knew how to handle a bottom boy, 'cause he slapped John's gaping face saying "No gagging boy. Take it all!" as he continued to finger-fuck John's throat which made choking and swallowing noises, only stopping to spit down John's open throat. Finally Bigdog removed his three fingers from John's throat and reinserted his thick cock into John's cock-sucking lips, steadying John's head with two hands, and began an assault I'd only ever seen done to an ass. He began to slam fuck John's open mouth, out of which drool started to pour, coating John's chin, cheeks, and chest. While bigdog fucked and fucked his throat relentlessly, John's muscular arms flew everywhere but Tony had him at the waist, and didn't allow any escape route. I walked over to Tony, who was definitely in hog heaven, and, as he rhythmically fucked John's ass, I pressed my fingers into Tony's hole. When he looked-up at me, no doubt appreciating the pressure I was applying to his prostate, I gave him a deep, wet kiss. With that Tony clearly lost it, and jizzed straight into Johns' hole. After a few seconds in which Tony caught his breath and withdrew from John, Bigdog stopped fucking John's throat, turned him around and made him clean off Tony's dick, as Bigdog's thick dick was quickly accommodated by John's now gaping hole. I was pleased to see John understood his role, because he began thrusting himself back onto Bigdog's cock. I grabbed Tony's arm and led him away to where his clothing was scattered, and asked "What do you think is gonna happen next?" "Well," said Tony, "this is for the kid." With that he handed me two 20s. Now, in all honesty, we had never even discussed a rate, and I honestly didn't care about money. I took the money, but said "I was actually thinking of John's statement that he loved his boyfriend, and that he had never been with any other guy." Tony wasn't hearing any of it, noting "Well, now he's been with four other guys, you included, and it seems like the only thing he loves is cock." I was about to counter Tony's comments, when in the background I heard cheering and the sound of John gasping and moaning as he (presumably) got fucked harder and harder. "You don't get it, Johns a good g----" "Cum dump. He's a fine piece of ass - one of the best muscle studs I've seen in a while and he loves getting fucked. That's why he came here tonight to get turned into the cum dump that he is." The fucking got louder in the background. I thought to myself Bigdog must be close to cumming as Tony continued saying "and you loved turning him into it, didn't you?" "Yeah." "Good. Now, I'm gonna the fuck out - unless maybe I decide to fuck him again." Tony's eyes glazed-over as he remembered that he had fucked John's ass twice, the ass that had been forbidden to him and now he could say he'd bred it good and deep. His cock began to swell, but the cheering in the background and sounds of Bigdog heavily growling as he shot string after string of cum into John's hole, as well as the sound of John's shout "OH FUCK YES!" woke him up. Tony walked out with his pants on and left his shirt off, no doubt wanting to drive home with the smell of John all over his person. I walked back into the room and saw John spread-eagle on the floor while a slim white/Latin looking guy who was positioning John's legs on his shoulders, lining-up to drop his raw cock into John's ass. John's arms were being held above his head by Bigdog who coached the Latin guy to fuck him harder. The Latin guy, (who's tag name I could not remember), didn't last long, but I will say he fucked like his life depended on it. Every thrust was hard and rough as he slammed up against John's pelvis. I noted John's toes curl were clenched tightly, a clear sign of agony/ecstasy. As the Latin guy shot his load into John, John's eyes widened and he looked at the guy breeding him. I knew he was feeling the surge and pulsation of the guy's dick, knowing his ass was being bred. They both relaxed and the Latin guy slipped out. Before another guy could take his place slipped I slipped in between John's legs and slid two fingers into his much-abused hole, all the while he looked at me inquisitively. I was the second person to finger-fuck him. I felt the loads of cum in his hole and quickly got hard. I aligned my dick and pressed into him, and, not surprisingly, slipped in with ease, as all the cum acted like lube that would never dry. Bigdog released John's legs, and I was pleased when John wrapped his legs around me. He grabbed my shoulders and looked deeply into my eyes as I pounded his hole into the ground. "You like this, baby boy?" I asked. "I love it." He mouthed all the while looking into my eyes, which would widen when I pounded in, and relax when I withdrew. His hands began to feel-up my body playing with my tits and pits. "Fuck me" he mouthed "own me" he begged. The cheers of the onlookers were lost on me as I picked up speed and strength, fucking harder and harder. John let out a prolonged, loud moan, Ahhhhhhhhh. As my tempo increased and he began to get louder as well. His legs were clenched wrapped around my waist tighter. I could feel the inside of his ass beginning to shake and convulse and his hips actually began to vibrate. "FUCK ME!" he screamed, his back arching as he tensed-up. I could feel his internal orgasm spreading over his body the walls of the inside of his hole shivering with pleasure of being fucked beyond belief. He wrapped his hands behind my neck and looked me in the eye his whole body shaking inside out, his ass milking my cock expertly. I slammed my cock in and began to unload strings of cum into him and at the same time his cock shot. He let out a deep guttural moan and his dick shot spurt after spurt of thick cum onto to my chest, my abs, his chest, and finally his face. I kept thrusting into his hole, noting with satisfaction that his dick looked like a garden hose as the cum shot above his head and all over between us. Finally his hands dropped and he his body relaxed as he looked at me, dripping with his cum. For the first time he room went silent - in awe of the amazing fuck session we just enjoyed. "Fuck" was the first word to break the silence and it was from John. He began to rub his load all over himself tasting it jacking off his still hard cock with it and even began fingering his own hole right as I pulled out. He was lost in the feeling of being completely used. "You ready for more?" I asked. He turned his head to look at the six other cocks that were still waiting to have a go at his well fucked hole. He climbed onto the couch in a crouching position, pushed his ass out, and lowered his head, as he grunted "Go for it." More to cum

Being a child of the eighties, my first few fucks were rubbered up, but with lots of random men that I met out cruising. However my first raw fuck was kind of accidental. I was cruising a public toilet and picked up a guy at the urinals and moved into the cubicle. I pulled down my pants and we did the normal foreplay stuff - wanking, sucking etc, without saying a word. To show I was bottom, and to save on speaking, I always used to turn round and tease a guy's cock between my ass cheeks, backing onto his cock up to the point where it was just inside me. My hole was normally lubed up, as it saved carrying round lube and I always went out with the intention of getting fucked. Normally that playing would get a guy horny and we would then stop, he would rubber up and then fuck me. However this guy kept pushing his cock a little deeper and deeper then gave me a big shove so that I had to grab onto the back wall above the toilet, this meant that my ass pushed back even more onto his cock. With 3 quick thrusts he unloaded in me. With that he pulled out, pulled up his pants and practically ran out of the cubicle. I panicked and sat on the toilet and desperately started pushing to see if it was true. Sure enough his cum stated to drip out of my hole. After a few days of fear and regrets, I found that thinking about what had happened and that image of me sitting in a public toilet shitting out a stranger's cum was the horniest thing ever. And I never took a condom out cruising again... leading to the stage when I would turn down guys who tried to rubber up, even walking away if they wouldn't bb. And I've never looked back.