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CHAPTER 6: Cody: Since I’ve been out of the hospital it seems like my sex life revolves around me being a top, and my Dad, who is usually breeding me, is now my own special cumdump. I love him, but I love it when he says he’s my “cumdump” even more. I remember three week ago when he brought me home from the hospital and all this stuff is still floating around in my head, “Holy shit! I’m HIV+! Can’t think about that my lungs still hurt some”, and my Dad so sweet, “Glad you’re finally home baby boy” (kissing me), “I’ve missed you more than you know”, and then more firm and sexual kisses. I love my Dad, I’m in love with my Dad, I need him so bad. My first day back we mostly bummed around house with him keeping an eye on me and hold me close and letting me rest. The next morning I found myself cuddled close to him, the big spoon, and he had reached under his balls back to my cock and was rubbing my precum softly into his crack. I can hear him moaning softly. “Mmmmm”, escapes my mouth and now he knows I like what he’s doing, “Dad … Ahhhhh.” “Yeah boy,” he softly murmured as he rubbed my cock right against his hole; he wanted it. He’s using his hand to guide my bare cock to his hole, moving gently and slowly, and my cock feels like its sprung a major leak of precum wetting his ass; Dad intends for me to go in dry except for my natural lube. We get out of bed, shower and eat all still naked when Dad mentions we’re going to IKEA to get some lamps and a table; it’ll be good for us to get out. I make my two groans about it, with my eyes, but I know once Dad has an idea I his head that’s it -- we’re going. It takes what seems like forever and we’re leaving the store with five boxes and an overly cheerful Dad; he’s been like this all day. We get home, set things down, I’m going through the boxes looking at instructions and trying to read the included parts list and instructions when he grabs me from behind, “I love you, baby boy”, he says softly. I nuzzle my neck back into him and let him do what he wants, I need his cock and cum and I’m long overdue for it. “Dahhhh….”, I barely get out and he’s sucking on my neck. He grabs my hands, putting the parts down and making eye contact, it’s that look that says, “Its time to fuck” without words. We both head to our bedroom and get undressed. We get on the bed, side by side, and Dad is making out with me as if he hasn’t seen me in days… in some ways, I guess he hasn’t, I’ve missed him, too. I think to myself, 'This is where he flips me over and breeds me', but instead he coaxed me onto my back, while still kissing me, and what he did next surprised me: he moved forward so he was sitting just over my cock. I feel my cock head in contact with his hole and he pushes back slightly, “Give it to me boy … fuck your Dad, ahhhh, yeah, knock me up boy.” I push a little harder, but he was tight, still, after he groaned a drawn-out 'gahhhhhhh,” my cock head popped into his ass. “Dad … Dad....” "It's okay, Cod, just relax a second.” We both breathe, my chest against his back and I could smell his sweat, we both wanted this right now. “You want this cock Daddy … this cum?” “Yeah ... Yeah baby boy, want you.” I push in a little further and its slow and rough going but I get about way in before relaxing again. “Ahhhhh… ahhhhh… let me adjust baby boy, … I don’t remember your fuck stick hurting so much when you were neg.” “I’ve mostly been bottoming Dad … and we usually use more lube than my fluids.” “Hahaha… fair enough… just give me a second.” Just as he says that I take two deep breathes and push deeper until he can feel my entire length. "Aahhhhhh boy... Ahhh”, my nuts now against his ass. “I’m all the way in Daddy, …all the way.” “Good boy.” His breathing was labored, but still his ass muscles squeezed my cock. He adamantly wanted my load. “So I guess you’re comfortable with your boy being poz?” “Ha… yeah boy, ‘ave a feeling your Dad is going to be poz very soon, too.” “Guess so… I mean if I cum in you right now, you’ll be poz right?” He squeezes down on my cock more, letting me know what we’re supposed to be doing besides talking, “Yeah boy its definitely possible,… you okay with this? You okay with your poz cum converting your Dad?" "I'm okay with it, Dad. I mean, I know you and Sam were fucking around and he’s poz. I honestly kinda thought you might end up poz before I did, even though Sam fucked me several times too.” “He did?” At this point I had found a comfortable rhythm for fucking Dad. I was using his ass even as we kept talking, the way lovers do. “Yeah I messaged him after I saw him on BBRT and he was up for it. Right before I got sick he even blindfolded me and had a few friends over, he told me they were all poz and that I might ge’….”, Dad froze for a minute, “You ok”, he paused, “Yeah … yeah … fine, go on.” “Well, he had me over, and don’t be mad, he gave me some drugs to help me relax.” “Did they?” “No they just made me hornier … and then after a few minutes he gave me some more and the guys were fucking me and it was really hot Dad … I thought about you the whole time, it felt like you were breeding me, like you were there – I was flying. I think that’s how I got infected, I feel like Sam really wanted that to happen to me." "Aahhhhh… ahhhhh.” Listening to my description of the party I attended with Sam and his buddies excited both of us, and at this point my bare cock was now sliding back and forth in his hole, my stomach making slapping noises against his balls. “Ohhhh fuck that feels good Dad, I want this … I want this.” “Me too, boy.” “You do? You want to be poz too?” “Yeah boy... Yeah I do.” “HOT!” is my only reply. I can feel my orgasm building in my toes and I keep pounding Dad’s ass, I love him, and I want to breed him so much right now, “I want you poz too, Dad … so fucking hot you want it.” “Did you want it Cod?" I can barely speak with my ragged breathe from fucking, “Yeah Dad… yeah, I … I got so hard thinking about one of my fuck buds Adam fucking me … decided I didn’t care anymore.” “HOT!” It was now his turn to reply. “Fuck me boy … fuck your Dad … poz me … poz me.” I keep fucking Dad’s ass, knowing I was getting closer to cumming. “I want … ahhh … ahhh…,: “What … want what?” “I want to cum .. ahhhhhh… I want to cu’… OMG.. OMG… FUCKKKKKKKK FUCKKKKKK AHHHHHHHHHH… OHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Pressing my cock as deep as I could reach into Dad's ass, I held still as my HIV+ cum squirted into his very tight ass. “OHHHHH FUCK… AHHHHHH," he exclaimed as we both moaned in pleasure. “Ahhhhhhhhhh… Ahhhhhhhhhhh.. yeah… give it to me.”

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!

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…

Hey guys. Sorry for the long build-up and scene setting...the good stuff will start soon. ____________________________________________________ Chapter 1 I woke slowly, sluggishly, not sure where I was. I tried to sit up, but I couldn’t seem to make my limbs obey. I had an itch on my forehead but even though it stung, I couldn’t move either arm to scratch. It took me another minute to realize that I was tied down, my arms held in place with what felt like velvet ropes. First reaction: panic! I opened my eyes and panicked further. I was naked and my skin tingled; as my vision cleared, I realized that most of my body hair had been removed and that my butt hole felt sore. I was restrained on some kind of platform covered with black velvet: my arms were held out from my sides; my legs were free, but there were stirrups like an examination table at a doctor’s office. It was a little chilly, as if I were in a basement room, though I was covered with a shiny black satin sheet that was embroidered in gold. I craned my neck, but couldn’t really see it; it was some kind of symbol. I could just make out a crescent shape on one side superimposed over a circle and what looked like some kind of insect superimposed. My neck started to feel the strain, so I let it drop back onto the platform. The floor of the room looked to be thickly carpeted, and the walls were covered with heavy looking tapestries that showed guys having sex. In front of the tapestries were a couple rows of wooden pews. There didn’t appear to be a door, at least not that I could see, and definitely no windows. What the fuck had I gotten myself into? The tapestries gave me a good idea of what was coming, no pun intended. I tried to piece together my memories…maybe I’d be able to figure a way out of here? I was a freshman in college, and had been invited to a Friday night party by a guy I’d met during orientation, a knockout upperclassman: tall, lean and muscular with dark hair and eyes that contrasted with his pale skin, reminding me of the actor who played the vampire in that British TV series. He introduced himself as Mike, said that he represented the newest fraternity on campus (Alpha Iota Delta Sigma), and that he thought I was a perfect candidate to pledge with them. I told him I didn’t think of myself as “Greek life” material and had no intention of joining up, but he said he really wanted me to come, and gave my arm a friendly squeeze. What the hell, I figured; I could get a free drink and didn’t have to join, but I’d be happy to hang with Mike, especially since it seemed like he was interested. The last thing I remembered was lying on his bed, drinking some wine he’d insisted on giving me even though I’d asked for a Diet Coke. Then, it got increasingly fuzzy. Idiot, I thought. He drugged me, but I couldn’t understand why. He already had me in his bed, had quizzed me about my sexual experiences in high school, eliciting the information that I’d never been fucked in the ass and wasn't sure I wanted to. But I’d been ready to do whatever he wanted. And that was when he'd pressed the glass of wine on me, telling me to drink up, that I needed to relax. Idiot, I chastised myself again. I had absolutely no idea how long I’d been in this room, trussed up and ready for…I closed my eyes and tried not to think about it. Maybe this was just some kind of weird hazing routine? But I didn’t recall saying that I’d pledge, so how could I be getting hazed already? Was there such a thing as pre-hazing? I heard a sound behind me – a door opening? – and there was a slight draft that cut off abruptly. Mike appeared wearing only a loincloth, having discarded his t-shirt and jeans. His body was beautifully cut and sculpted, with six-pack abs, perfectly symmetrical pecs and well-developed biceps. I could see the outline of his large dick tenting the thin, gauzy loin cloth, and I gulped and licked my lips. It must have been nerves that made me blurt out: “Okay, very funny. Now will you untie me and let me out of here?” Mike said, “Sorry, can’t do that.” “But why? We were in your bed, it wasn’t like I was fighting you off.” He grinned, “Yeah, you got me hot,” he said looking down. Then he stepped up on the velvet platform, and took my legs over his shoulders. “I wish I could have dicked you right then, but there are rules and regulations and rituals that have to be observed in this fraternity. It’s unique.” Judging by my circumstances, that seemed accurate. “What kind of ritual?” I asked nervously. “It’s your initiation,” he answered. “But I didn’t even agree to join!” I exclaimed. “Huh. So you were just after my body?” he said, with a mocking smile. I didn’t have any answer to that. It was true. I’d wanted to get laid…and that’s how I’d ended up here. “Just relax,” he said, rubbing against me, a little precum staining his loincloth. “I’ll be with you the whole time. Just concentrate on me.” A gong sounded. I looked around, afraid of what it meant. “Gotta get a grip,” he said, reluctantly pulling away and standing to my right at my feet. “They’re coming.” “Who?” I asked, trying to remain calm. I felt the door open and heard voices chanting and bells ringing and smelled the heavy perfume of incense. “Ave libidinem” chanted a basso voice. “Hail to lust,” answered a chorus of male voices. “Fratres, in cupiditate” chanted the bass voice again. “Brothers in lust,” the chorus answered. As the room filled with guys they continued their antiphonal chant. Leading them was an older man: massive, muscular, with a shaved head, wearing a black robe that fell open as he walked, revealing the same kind loincloth that Mike wore. Following him, I thought I recognized others from the party. One guy swung an incense box that was smoking, others shook bells. They filed into the pews and turned to face me, then grew silent. Their leader stepped up on the platform where I was bound, circling around to stand at my head. I got a good look up his loincloth – I assumed that was the point of that maneuver – and could see that he had a hairy body and an immense, pierced dick. Ouch! was all I could think. Oh, God, was that part of the initiation? I shuddered, and then realized that I hadn’t felt any “jewelry” when Mike was humping my butt. I breathed thanks for small favors, proving just how dire my situation was. The guys assembled were a range of body types and races. So they believe in diversity, that’s good. I was grasping at straws, trying to distract myself from speculating on what was coming. All were dressed like Mike: white gauze loincloths that revealed more than they hid. I was tied up, naked and helpless in a room full of barely dressed men. I had a feeling my ass wasn’t going to be virgin after this night.

I hadn't really planned on this, but I thought everyone would enjoy more of Carlos and Darren... ________________________ Chapter 7 “Okay, open up the hangar, the jet in coming in for a landing,” said Carlos in a sing-song voice. I rolled my eyes and sighed. I was sitting with him wrapped around me on the bed, and he was trying to get me to eat my bagel. “You gotta eat something, sweetie. You’ll feel better if you do, trust me.” I heaved another sigh and grudgingly opened my mouth and took a bite out of the bagel. The minute the combined smoky taste of the salmon mixed with the slightly tart flavor of the cream cheese and the silky texture hit my tongue, I was ravenous. I chewed and swallowed. “Okay, you win. I’m hungry, I’ll eat.” “Good boy,” he said, and held up the bagel to my mouth. I reached for it, and he snatched it away, holding it above his head out of my reach. “Hey!” I said. “Let me feed you,” he murmured against my ear. “I feel silly.” “Good, you need to relax and let me take care of everything, okay? And I think it’s fun to feed you the way I do my nephews back home.” “Where is home?” I asked after I’d taken another bite of bagel, chewed and swallowed. “Argentina,” he said with a thoroughly authentic accent. “I was born in the USA, so I’m a citizen. My dad’s job brought him here for a year, just before Mom was set to deliver. I ended up living here most of my life, but I go back and visit a lot.” I reached for the orange juice, but he easily pinned my arm to my side, picked it up, and held the straw to my lips. “Suck,” he said, and I could feel his dick jump against me. I took a sip, and then he said “And if you’re a real good boy and finish all your breakfast, then I’ll give you some lechada de semen for dessert.” “Ha-ha,” I said. Carlos nuzzled the side of my neck. “You know Spanish?” “I’ve picked up a word or two growing up, and you used a version of one of them.” “Where are you from?” “New York.” “What the hell are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere? New York would be an awesome place to live, and there are so many schools to choose from.” “My parents wanted me to go someplace safer, so they wouldn’t have to worry about me. That worked out really well, didn’t it?” Carlos was silent, and then kissed the back of my neck. “I’m sorry.” “I’ll enjoy saying ‘I told you so’ to them.” He laughed and gave me a hug. “Okay, gotta finish your juice, your sandwich and all the coffee.” It was comforting to be with Carlos, to have him petting and pampering me. Oh well, if Mike decided he didn’t want me as his “consort” anymore, Carlos would probably be happy to be with me. My eyes stung; it was fortunate that I wasn’t facing Carlos. I liked him, but it just wasn’t the same as it was with Mike. What was I going to do? The situation was insane. Mike had been the one to seduce me, get my guard down and deliver me to that beastly initiation last night. And here I was, pining for him, wishing that he was feeding me breakfast and making bad puns about milk and semen and food. When I’d finished the rest of my breakfast (Carlos insisted on feeding me every bit) he said, “Okay, buen chico, it’s time for dessert.” He shifted so that my back was to him and wrapped his legs around and arms around me, and started planting soft little kisses on the side of my neck. I leaned back into him so that he had better access to the sensitive skin, and shivered and squirmed a little at the gentle, teasing touch of his lips. “You’re fidgeting again,” he whispered, and tightened his hold on me. He was starting to sprout a hard-on – I could feel it against my lower back. “It gets me really hard when you do that, and you make those little noises in your throat.” I twisted around to look at him. “What little noises?” He grinned at me. “Hot, you’re so into it you don’t even realize what you sound like.” He demonstrated some little gasps and moans. “Ugh, how embarrassing,” I said. “It’s cute. Like you.” He kissed my shoulder. “You have the softest skin. And you’re just the right size, you feel so good in my arms, baby. Let me make love to you again. It’ll cheer you up.” I froze. “What makes you think I need cheering up?” “I know you’re upset. It’s a lot to take in all at once.” Underneath the macho posturing and slightly goofy sense of humor, Carlos was a sensitive, perceptive romantic. If I hadn’t met Mike, I would have been thrilled to be with him. “You think too much,” he breathed against my ear. “Stop thinking and just feel…” He turned my head and touched his lips to mine. It was an awkward angle, but it made my heart skip a beat. He eased me back over one of his massive thighs, and soon was on top of me, without having ever broken the kiss. His tongue pushed through my lips, tasting, savoring, then plundering with a suggestive in and out motion. I was aware of the little noises I was making this time in response to his kisses. Soon it started to heat up between us as we kissed more and more deeply, our tongues doing a sensual duel. He broke it off to kiss my forehead, my cheeks, my chin, then worked his way down to my chest and lazily tongued my nipples. The sound I made wasn’t so quiet that time, and he didn’t let up, stoking the fire that burned between us. He kept going down my torso, nuzzled and kissed my dick – a surprise given how dominating he was in our earlier foreplay – and kept going downwards until his lips reached the tender skin between my legs, and his tongue touched my asshole. I moaned loudly, and he was pulling my legs over his shoulders and lapping at the sensitive flesh that had been used so roughly the night before. “I’m going to kiss it all better,” he said, and I snorted with laughter. He finally put me down, straddled my face and put his huge dick against my lips. I opened my mouth as wide as I could manage, but could only just accommodate the head. “Don’t try, baby. No one can get my cock in their mouth. My dad and brothers are all the same, big fucking cocks run in my family. Just kiss it like you did before, with that little bit of tongue. That felt awesome, no one else has ever done that.” I immediately complied, kissing the enormous shaft up and down on the front and the sides, flicked my tongue in over his balls, and started to work my way back up. He held my head in place, and said in a low, sexy, growl “Go back the other way. And don’t stop at my balls.” I did as he said, feeling aroused by the way he delivered his order. “Oh, yeah, that’s it,” he moaned. “Keep going, baby.” My head was between his thighs, and I licked him from balls to ass, stopping just short of putting my tongue in the crack just to drive him wild. He tightened his thighs, and moved his butt forward, brushing it over my mouth to press it against my nose. “For being such a tease, you have to sniff my ass again.” I inhaled loudly, and he pressed his butt against my face harder. “You would have had your face in my ass whatever you did,” he said in that same low, sexy commanding voice. “I like to put my ass in my boy’s face because my ass is important when I fuck you. It does all the work of pushing my big, fat polla into your tight, little hole so I can plant my seed deep in you. When I’m fucking you, I want you to have the taste and smell of my butt on your lips and nose, so you can imagine how my ass goes up and down, and how the muscles flex to get it all the way inside of you. Kiss it baby, obey me, show me you love doing what I tell you. And use that little bit of tongue like you did on my dick and balls.” I did exactly as he demanded, and as unimaginable as it might seem my own ass was aching for his penetration, to have everything else erased and obliterated, even if only for a little while. He moved back and blanketed me with his body again, and kissed and licked my lips, and then, playfully, my nose. “Mmm, you taste good, like me. This time on your stomach,” he said and raised himself off of me so I could roll over. As soon as I did, I could feel his cock pressing against my ass crack, and he rubbed against me a little, pinning me down again, lacing his fingers through mine and kissing the back of my neck. “Sweet,” he hissed against my ear. “I love how your ass cheeks press against my dick. And I want to feel them up against the root of my cock while I make love to you.” I could feel the head of his dick probing the sensitive portal to my body, and just that touch made me arch my butt up against him, giving him a better angle to make his entry. He grabbed one of the pillows, and put it under me so I could relax as he pushed in. “Plenty of juice still in there,” he said as he slowly pushed in. “Oh, mi amor, you have an ass like velvet. It’s squeezes so tight, but still sweet. And those pretty little ass cheeks open so nicely for me.” He was now completely inside me; I could feel him pressed close and tight against me. He pushed himself up. “I want to watch my dick go in and out of your hole,” he said, and he began to thrust more deeply. “It looks beautiful, the way you open up and hug me close at the same time.” I pushed back against him, wanting to be as close as possible. And that seemed to galvanize him. He lay back down, twined his fingers through mine and started to fuck me for real; no more slow sweet strokes, just pure animal lust, his breathing getting heavier, the rhythmic slap of his skin against mine, and the feeling of his dick pummeling my insides, each stroke bringing both of us closer to climax. “Ah,” he said, the sound exploding from him on a gasp as his thrusts went even faster. “Here it is, take my toxic load…” and he rammed into me with an inarticulate shout. His dirty talk and the word "toxic" drove me wild. I came in buckets onto the pillow underneath me while he buried his dick inside of me. I could feel his cock pulse and flex as we shuddered with the force of mutual orgasm. We finally started to come down from the intense high, and he just lay atop me, his body heavy and warm, like a living, breathing blanket. He kissed the back of my neck languidly, then the side of my face. I turned my head, and we managed to brush our lips together. “You are amazing. If Miguelito is too dumb to know how special you are, that’s his loss. I’d love for you to be mine.” I smiled, and squeezed my sphincter, enjoying is little gasp of pleasure. My eyelids felt heavy, and I relaxed in a way I hadn't since the night before. In spite of the large glass of iced coffee I’d drunk, I felt myself pulled down into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Chapter 3 I could feel that Mike’s cock hadn’t softened a bit. Maybe they’d given him Viagra, too? Without pulling out, he began to fuck me again, and this time I was able to put my arms around him as we kissed, and run my hands down his back, feel his ass muscles flexing as he drove inside me, urging him to thrust harder and faster. “You’re amazing,” I said in whisper. “No, you are. I knew you were the one, the minute I saw you,” Mike said. “Play with my balls, that’ll make me cum fast and hard.” I shivered with the intensity of our mutual desire, and felt a funny twinge behind my solar plexus. I worked my hand down between us, stroking and tickling his balls, reaching back to gently stroke his asshole, then teasing touches to the front of his dick as he pumped in and out of me. His huge, heavy balls began to tighten, and he started to drive his thrusts into me again. This time he covered my mouth with his, sticking his tongue inside my mouth to ravage me, just as his cock was ravaging my butt. He was still hitting that spot inside my butt, make me crave more and more of his hard cock, wanting more of his cum, no longer afraid. He broke off the kiss to shout to the room, “Ave libidinem, he is mine,” and like before, he gave three brutally hard thrusts, I felt his cock spasm, but this time my hands were free to grab his clenched butt and pull him so that his load would go deep inside of me. I came just as hard as I had a short while ago, and my response was driving Mike and his was driving me. He collapsed on top of me, again, his heart hammering. We shared a few lazy kisses, oblivious to the rest of the room, until the Father Scorpion said, “Show us the mixture, the blending of our charged seed and the Initiate’s blood.” Mike pulled out of me and I caught a glimpse of his cock, which was coated with a shiny, pinkish layer of what I assumed was his cum, the Acolyte’s cum and my blood. He stood and first showed his still rigid dick to our Father in Lust, who raised his fists and announced “The breeding has begun. Show your brothers the mixture of our contributions this night and the Initiate’s blood.” Mike turned towards our audience and was greeted by cheers and shouts of Ave libidinem and Fratres, in cupiditate. The Father commanded, “Initiate: prepare to clean his member with your mouth.” Member? Member of what? I didn’t get a chance to ask what that meant; Mike knelt over my face and brought his dick to my lips. I felt slightly queasy at the thought of licking and sucking his blood and semen covered cock, but I closed my eyes and thought about how this would please Mike. And judging from his gasps, he was more than pleased. Maybe he’d fuck me again when I was done. Once I’d finished, the Father directed “Now the rest of the Sons of the Scorpion will mate with the initiate, and mix our gifts and his blood. We will bring him into the light, he will burn with the flames of our lust!” I felt a pang of fear and looked to Mike. I opened my mouth, but before I could speak he said, “It’s our custom. All relationships are open within our brotherhood.” “But,” I started. “I’ll be right here. Just concentrate on me.” Then he moved closer and whispered, “It’ll get me really hot to watch you be fucked by my buddies.” I held on to that thought, that it would please Mike just as I had when I’d cleaned off his dick. First up was a tall, husky, muscular black guy. He had a build like a linebacker, and had already removed his loin cloth to reveal a huge dick, shorter than Mikes, but thicker. I gulped as he approached me, not sure what to expect. He kissed me, and murmured, “Mmmm…I can taste ass and balls and cum on your lips. Hot!” Then he pushed my legs to my chest, his head dipped and I felt his mouth on my anus. He was humming as he did it, thoroughly licking me clean, even driving his tongue up inside me. Then he was on his back, pulling my head down to suck his dick, pushing it into my throat until I gagged again. “Gotta train that throat,” he said, not letting up on the pressure. “Feels good to have your spit running down my dick.” Finally he let me go and I gasped for air and coughed. Then, he turned me around, put me on my hands and knees and shoved his dick inside me with one thrust. I screamed, and the room erupted into their chant as I was mercilessly pummeled by his immense dick and hard thrusts. Another guy – this one a smooth-skinned Latino sporting an even larger erection sat in front of me, his legs spread. “Suck me, don’t want to waste your mouth.” I moaned, then tried to take his dick in my mouth, but it was so think that I could barely manage the head. “Don’t want to suck me, is that it? Maybe you’ll like this better. Hey, Ike,” the Latino guy said, push him down when I’m in place.” The Latino guy turned on his stomach and positioned himself so that his ass was under my face. The Black guy, without stopping his thrusts pushed me flat, and made sure my face was buried in the Latino guys ass. He was more than musky – outright dirty – and I tried to pull my head away. “Get your face in there,” the Black guy growled. “You don’t suck dick, then you have to eat ass.” Forcing me to rim his brother seemed to push him over the edge; the Black guys thrusts seemed were violent now, as if he was trying to push me through the platform. Then he was howling “Ave libidinem, he has taken the first of my loads.” The first? I thought, horrified. He wouldn’t let up, kept fucking me until my ass throbbed. I thought Mike was amazing for shooting twice in a row. This guy came four or five times before he was ready to stop. Then the Latino guy flipped me on my back, raised my legs and drove into my already abused asshole. And another of his brothers – this one a smooth white guy with red hair and pubes – came to use my mouth for his pleasure. It went on for who knows how long; as soon as one guy had finished with my ass, the one who was at my mouth would fuck me, and another would take his place. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I counted ten guys, each of whom came at least twice in my ass. By then I was exhausted, and hoping that my initiation – more like a marathon trial by fire was over. “You have done well, my sons,” the Father said. I was lying at his feet, curled up on my side. “He is now prepared for the final stage of his initiation.” Oh, God. Now what? I heard a rustle of fabric and looked up to see him shed his black robe and his loincloth. His dick wasn’t the largest I’d seen that night, but it had that huge ring through the tip shaped like a horseshoe, but with large ball bearings on each end. I knew what was coming next...

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.

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You've got to learn to shut off the negative thoughts that are racing in your mind when you're on your way to a hookup. It's natural to be a little nervous, but not if it's stopping you from doing what you want to do. The trick is, once you've arranged to meet and are on your way to his place, to recognize when those thoughts are arising and push them out of your mind. Don't think about them, just shut them out. Work, family? Nope, bye-bye. It takes practice to do this, but it works. Once you have his cock in your mouth and hands, then you are good to go.

You don't HAVE to do ANYTHING!Everyone grows into their personal sexuality at their own rate,its NOT a competitive event.There is a significant stage of development where you are into porn and fantasize and jack off a LOT.BE there.DO that.Sooner or later the situation and right guy will enter your life and seduction may be a matter of minutes,or days....maybe weeks.The point is don't be so hard on yourself,at 22.If I were in your shoes(GOD would I LOVE to be 22 again!)I might lookup gay outreach programs at your local community or college.Develop some relationships with gay men that are not yet overtly sexual,you will meet someone who will be just what you want,and you will be just what they need.Patience,and think of pornshop hookups are like fast food,they may keep you from starving but probably not a real good thing as a steady diet.

Me 5’8 hairy fairly fit and a few tribal tattoos and ok looking My house has a well and the pump went recently Called the well people since a normal plumber isn’t any good for the job Said they would be round and had to take time off on the day they stated. Along came the van and two guys got out. One in his late 50s or so and gone to seed Other was big and built like an ox late 30s, inked and hairy. They where pleasent and seemed ok, asked about the issue and went to work. Was caught a number of times checking the brute out. Then the brute had to use the toilet while to older bloke got to work. Fortunately id forgotten about the porn mag in the loo for reading on the job. Heard him pissing a storm and then stop but he didn’t come out, then he called me to the toilet and as i opened the door he was standing trousers down and hard cock. Big about 7 thick. Told me to get sucking faggot and got straight to me knees. After a few minutes he pulled me off his cock and dragged me to the bed room, threw down on the bed and cloths pulled off. Got flipped over and he gobbed in my hole and spat on his cock Drove balls deep and made me yell as he went straight to fucking my ass. Dropped his load, dragged himself off the bed and went back outside leaving a massive bit mark on my neck as he blew his load deep

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.

As promised, here's some of the good stuff. Plan for more to come...pun intended. ______________________________________________________________________ Chapter 2 “Sons of the Scorpion, is everything at the ready?” intoned the Leader (as I had named the older guy in my head). I did my best not to giggle (talk about inappropriate laughter) at his oratorical tone as if he was a high priest or something, but a snicker escaped me. The Leader stopped and looked down at me. “Do not mock us,” he said in a harsher tone. “For soon you will be one of us.” I restrained further laughter and an eye roll with difficulty, but he seemed seriously peeved with me. And Mike unobtrusively nudged my right leg with his foot, which I took to be a warning. I’d play along with whatever weird game these guys were into, but it was hard to take them seriously with all this rigmarole. Sons of the Scorpion? If these guys were into astrology, then they were in for a rude shock. I was not a Scorpio – my birthday was in August, I was a Virgo. “Yes, all is ready Father,” intoned all the others, including Mike. “Is the novice you have brought before us fully prepared, Prefect? And is he truly a virgin?” “Yes he is, Father,” replied Mike. Wow, Mike had a title. “Then let us begin the initiation,” the Leader…oops, I mean “Father of the Sons of the Scorpion” intoned. “Acolytes, begin the Communion of Lust.” Exactly 10 guys stepped forward; all were on the short side (like me, probably no more than 5’8” or 5’9”), but every build from slightly chubby to swimmer’s to muscle-boy, smooth to lightly hairy and a mix of races. That diversity thing. They walked towards the platform; I recognized the first one to reach me, he had chestnut hair and bright blue eyes, I think his name was Aaron? I cudgeled my fuzzy brain for a clue as to how I knew that, and then I remembered: when I first came in, he’d been cuddled up with some guy and necking so deeply that it looked like they were trying to lick each others' tonsils. They stopped long enough for an introduction. One of his companions, a little blond muscle guy also approached, and they took the silk sheet off of me, and carefully folded it as if it were an American flag. They handed the silk sheet to the Lea…Father, and then returned to me, each taking one of my legs, putting them in the stirrups, and then bound them in place with more velvet rope. “Now, just a second here,” I shouted. The entire room went still and I saw Mike bury his face in his hands. “SILENCE!” roared the Father. “Look, Daddy Scorpion, I’m not one of your ‘sons’ so don’t take that tone with me.” “You are even less than one of my sons at the moment, so do not blaspheme in this space,” the Father said in a cold tone. “Continue the Communion,” he said. I heard a click, and felt a jar. I lifted my head, and a portion of the platform had been lowered. Aaron knelt before me, leaned forward, pressed his face into my ass and took a loud sniff, then exhaled sharply over my hole. I gasped at the feeling, and immediately my dick stirred. Next, he began to kiss my anus, teasing little touches that made me quiver and squirm. I’d never felt anything like it, never dreamed I could feel anything like it. Then he added his lips, his tongue, and I felt his tongue penetrate me. By now I was panting and fully erect. “Yes,” said the Father. “He will make an excellent acolyte, a true Brother in Lust” I wasn’t laughing now. Aaron stood, walked over to me, and kneeled over my face, flipped up the back of his loin cloth and pushed his ass over my nose. I tried to turn my head, but the Father knelt and held my head in place. At the same moment, I felt and heard another of the – what did he call them? – Acolytes, that’s it, repeating the routine that Aaron had initiated. “This is your initiation into our communion,” he said. “Do not resist, or there will be consequences.” Since I was tied up and in no position to argue, I decided I’d better not push this guy. He was seriously cray-cray, obviously, and I needed to cooperate so I’d get out of here in one piece. “Yes, inhale deeply the scent of a true Acolyte of the Scorpion.” I did as he told me. Actually, Aaron didn’t have a heck of a lot of scent. He was scrupulously clean, though there was a trace of musk. “My son Aiden, continue the ritual of communion. Initiate, you will now pay further tribute to my son: kiss his ass, the Omphalos of Pleasure.” I did as he asked, while Aaron squirmed above me, and pushed his firm, round butt against my mouth. “Lick it!” the Father ordered. “Abandon yourselves to the osculum infame, the obscene kiss. Do not be content with the lips of his asshole – bury your tongue inside of him.” Aaron whimpered with pleasure as I followed the orders I was given, humping on my tongue, and chanting “Ave libidinem” breathlessly. “Take him in your mouth,” the Father ordered, and Aaron leaned forward and closed his mouth over my aching dick. “Do not allow him to discharge, but take him to the edge.” Aaron was a world-class cocksucker. He had this way of licking with his tongue as his head bobbed up and down on me. I moaned, nearing climax, and Aaron immediately stopped. “Excellent, my son,” the Father praised him. “Bring the receptacle for his seed,” he ordered. What felt like a glass dish was placed on my chest. “Spill your cum into the dish, so that it may join with the others when the time has come,” I heard Father Scorpio say. I couldn’t tell if he meant me, but since my hands were otherwise occupied, I assumed he didn’t expect me to think myself to orgasm, though this was incredibly erotic as it turned out. Who would’ve thunk it? Aaron was rubbing his ass against my lips, pressing as hard as he could; from the sounds and his movements, I gathered that he was beating himself off and going to ejaculate into the dish. And then what would they do with it? Ugh, I hope they weren’t expecting me to drink it. I had a world-class gag reflex, and would likely vomit it back up. Aaron’s movements were getting more frantic, he was grunting and gyrating, and then I heard him moan, and felt his cum shoot on my chest, just beyond the dish. “Gather it up, do not lose a drop,” the Father ordered. “Place it in the receptacle.” I felt a sucking sensation and heard a wheeze, like a squeeze bottle. Aaron turned around and kissed me full on the mouth, then got down from the platform. The little stud muffin blond took his place kneeling over me, and yet another of the Acolytes was working on my ass. Each of the 10 Acolytes was called forward and repeated the ritual (what else could I call it) down to the letter, though most of them managed to hit the “receptacle.” After the final one finished, the glass dish was taken off my chest. Mike kneeled next to me. “How do you like your initiation?” he whispered against my ear. I just groaned in reply, glad it was over. My erection was painful; the only other time I’d been anywhere near as turned on was when one of high school BFs and I had experimented with a 69 position, sucking each other’s dicks. That was kid’s play compared to this, but at the time it felt so wild. “I will deposit the Acolytes’ seed in the initiate,” said the Father, and I raised my head as far as I could. He was kneeling between my legs, holding the dish, and what looked like a nasal syringe. He put it in the dish full of semen, and drew all of it in. With an evil grin, he inserted the nozzle in my ass. “Your first seed of the night,” he said. “No, not there,” I begged. “Please, I’ll do anything.” “You will do as I say,” he said, “including taking this holy, charged, seed. It is your first gift.” He pushed the bulb, and I felt the slippery stuff go inside of me. “Now, while it is fresh, Prefect, begin,” he declaimed. Mike kneeled over my face as had each of the acolytes, and took off his loin cloth. He pressed his asshole over my nose. Unlike the Acolytes, his butt was quite musky, the odor strong. I tried to turn away, but he crossed his ankles behind my head, and kept it in place. “Yes,” hissed the Father. “Inhale the scent of a true man, a true Son of the Scorpion. You will be his consort to do with as he pleases.” I could hardly breathe; he changed the angle slightly, and his ass was over my mouth. “Kiss him, lick him, worship he who will be your lover, your master. Do not hold back, you must experience ever scent, every taste, every touch. Ave libidinem!” he shouted. “Fratres, in cupiditate” answered all the others, including Mike, was pressing his ass hard against my mouth. I had no choice, I kissed his ass, then licked it, then inserted my tongue in his rectum. He jolted and moaned, reached back, and pulled my face into his butt. “Yes, Ave libidinem,” Mike chanted, and was answered by the assembly. The he released my held, and turned around. His dick looked immense; it was veiny and thick and twitching. Pre-cum drooled from the tip. I saw that on his right hip he had a tattoo – a scorpion superimposed over that odd symbol that was on the sheet that had covered me earlier. Mike brought the dripping head to my mouth, and I knew what was expected. I parted my lips, and he inserted his already hard dick in my mouth and began to thrust. Predictably, I began to choke, but he didn’t let up, kept pressing it on me. Tears ran down my face, and I was certain I would pass out or vomit. “Do not discharge in his mouth,” the Father intoned. Phew, I thought, as the hard dick was taken out of my mouth just in time. “Place it in his boy cunt, his hole. Breed him, bring him into the light of positivity and out of the darkness of negativity. Join your seed and his blood so that you may be one, and he will be one with us.” What! Bareback? Were these people crazy? “No,” I screamed. “Stop, please stop…” Mike released my legs, and took them over his shoulders, I tried to struggle, and the Father leaned down and slapped my face. “Do not resist. This is your place in our brotherhood. This is your place in the world from this moment forward, and you will revel in it.” Mike leaned forward to kiss away my tears, and whispered in my ear “I’ll make it good for you, I promise.” He kissed my lips, and I had a sudden stabbing memory of being in his bed, exchanging the same melting kisses. And somehow my erection hadn’t subsided, even though I was frightened. I wondered if they’d done something to make that happen – Viagra? Mike pulled back, and I saw him push down his rigid dick, and he began to push it against my anus. I flinched, but he held me in place. “Look at me, Darrell,” he said. His eyes were mesmerizing, sherry brown and the expression on his face was one of sheer bliss. He pushed past all resistance, and it felt as if a burning brand had been put inside of me. I whimpered again, and he stroked my dick and balls as he went in further and further, invading me, taking over all my senses. Finally, I felt his balls and pubic hair against my tender, depilated skin. Then he drew back, and pushed in again. It hurt, but now it felt like he was hitting a hot spot inside of me that I didn’t know was there. Again, and again, over and over, his thrusts growing stronger, and we both began to pant. It was as if no one else was there, time had stopped, and the only important thing was the sex that we were having. I realized that sex was too tame and pallid a word; this was a mating, I would be his, already was if I were to be honest. He seemed to sense the shift, or maybe it was because I was angling my hips towards him, joining in his rhythm. “Ave libidinem,” he said. “Say it with me.” And he leaned over, and began to lick my nipples, and then kiss and lick my neck and ears – my other hotspots. The words tore out of me, “Ave libidinem!” I screamed, over and over again. Distantly I could hear that everyone in the room had joined our chant, and then over it I heard a voice that sounded like mine shouting “Yes, fill me, breed me, don’t stop! Give me your cum, I want it! I need it!” Mike’s thrusts picked up in speed and force. He was ramming his dick against me, and I could hear him began to grunt with each thrust. The harder he fucked me, the closer I came to my own orgasm, and he hadn’t touched me after he had fully embedded his dick in my ass. Finally he slammed against me even harder and roared “Ave libidinem! He is mine!” He gave three final thrusts against me; I could feel his dick swell and spasm inside me, felt his warm sperm coating my insides and that pushed me over the edge. I began to come like a geyser, my own semen splashing in my face. Mike had collapsed on top of me, and I could feel his heartbeat still racing. We were both panting, the others were still chanting, but nothing but this man who had taken me and in the process given me such unbelievable pleasure really registered. He braced himself on his elbows, and kissed me ravenously. My Father in Lust untied my arms. He gave me a wicked grin, then commanded, “Again. Meld all the seed inside him, mix the DNA together and ensure that he receives the gift. Ave libidinem.”

Last year I was in Munich. Went out drinking with some mates and got horny. Went back to the hotel, got cleaned and went to the local bathhouse. Something must have been in my drinks, because I went crazy. While I don't remember most of it, I just have flashbacks of the following: - Being spitroasted by two old guys in some relaxation room - Getting fucked in the sling by some guys - Sucking of guys in the steamroom and them covering my face in cum - Fisting a guy in the sling - getting fisted in the sling - sitting in the bathroom working as a pissoir. - Getting home and getting pounded by someone in my hotel bed at 6am in the morning My hole was bleeding and sore the next day and I was wrecked. Does this sound familiar to anyone? Anyone ever experienced something similar?

Hey guys. I've been reading these forums for a while but this is my first time posting. I've barebacked with ex boyfriends before and barebacked occasionally during a drunk one night stand or two, but as a lot of you seem to have felt, I've always known that I love barebacking and that the idea of taking loads from strangers or groups is the absolute hottest thing in the world to me. I can't get off to porn with condoms and even thinking about getting in a sling at a bathhouse and taking endless raw dick makes me hard as fuck. But, like a lot of people, I am still scared to just start taking loads left and right like I want to. I feel like this is a pretty normal hesitation and deep down I think eventually I'll turn into a complete cumdump, but it's hard to know when to take the first step. So I was just wondering for those of you who went through a similar process, what was it that finally set you over the edge and made your fantasies start to be realities?

My boyfriend always stays in me for at least a half an hour after he is done. I love the feeling. Suddenly, I wanted him to keep it there. And we fell asleep! I felt comfortable by having it in me, though it go soft. But I woke up, because wanted to pee during the night, but he was in me for about 4 hours! Guess, his "morning wood" would the best wake up call if we could manage it longer. Have you ever tried that?

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

Source: Satanic Devil Worship

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

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 went to the local cruise area last night, but, because of the crappy weather, there didn't seem to be very many guys around. I was on my way out when I passed a car on the way in so I did a u-turn and went back. I wasn’t interested in wasting any more time so I parked next to the other car, lowered my car's front passenger window, got out of my car, walked around to the passenger window, dropped my trackies, and, with my hairy ass pointed in the direction of his car, offered myself, leaning in through my car window. As I stood there, I took a sniff poppers waiting to see if he would take the bait. Then I heard a car door open and close, and, as I heard him walk over, I lubed my hole. As I hoped, his rough hands explored my ass and fingers were in my hole within seconds. I loved his direct, rough use. I took another snort of poppers and offered him some over my shoulder. He took a good hit and roughly continued to work my hole. I retrieved the poppers from him and went took several more sniffs, and really loved it when he placed his knob against my hole and shoved in. He had a fucking thick and big knob, but thankfully wasn't built too long, so I could accommodate him. He fucked me hard and rough and after a few minutes blew his load deeply, pulled out and drove off. I got exactly what I wanted, and best of all, never learned what he looked like.

loving this story...

I love springtime. The sun shines, the air is warm, and all the women in town seem to be pregnant. Everywhere I go, all I see is preggos and new mommies. This means only one thing to me: horny-as-fuck new or soon-to-be fathers. I've been getting so much married/attached straight guy dick lately, it's insane! I try and not post on craigslist too frequently, but when I do the goal is to get as many loads as possible then hopefully make many of the tops regulars, if possible. The past two months have been filled with so much bareback sex, and always with guys on the dl. Most of them don't even bring up condoms when I say I want their cock and cum in my ass and then the rest agree to go bare because I'm neg (true) and don't do this hardly at all (so not true!) My married hookups are split between about 50/50 host/travel so only about 4 of my regulars actively fuck me in the bed they share with their wives/gfs but it's so fucking hot. Nothing is hotter than texting some young, married father "here" and going in a wrecked house full of toys, clothes, and dishes that the kids and wife were running around in just a few minutes before and hurrying to the messy master bedroom. Married daddy shoves the mixed dirty/clean laundry to the floor and pulls his hastily showered dick out of the top of his basketball shorts. He's tired and distracted but as soon and my lips meet his neglected dick it's almost pathetic how hard he gets and how fast. Why won't these women satisfy their men!? I pull down his shorts and run my hands over his back, ass, and calves. He grunts in pleasure because it's been so long since anyone even touched him and my light massage is much appreciated. We'd like to take our time but we know it's entirely possible the woman will return for something forgotten so we get to why I'm here. I take off my shorts but keep on my hoodie. He tongues my hole for a few seconds before spitting on his dick and penetrating me with force. I buck from the shock but don't tell him to slow down because time is so, so limited. My ass is freshly cleaned so it's nice and wet in there and quickly we're at a deep, fast rhythm. His balls are hitting my balls and his thighs are slapping my ass - I can see us in the full-length closet mirror that's surrounded with pinned artwork and sticky notes about dentist appointments and I fucking cum so hard because of how utterly slutty and depraved this is. He doesn't last long because it's been ages since he nutted and when he does I can feel it spurting in me, seemingly by the quart. His moan is almost a cry because it's so intense and his legs start trembling. He wants to dismount but I'm milking his spewing cock with my hole, clenching and draining every last drop. That's something the missus would never do and he collapses on top of me from the intensity. For what feels like forever we're in that perfect 'dickmatized' state: his still hard dick in my warm, open, clenching hole, both not talking and just continuing to rut again each other because it feel so damn good. This ends far too soon and I slip on my shorts as he leads me out through the garage with the promise of a repeat encounter. And I know he'll be texting me again. I have a lot of regular breeder tops and this is only one of the dirty and awesome experiences I've had. They are so desperate for a warm hole to nut in that they'll fuck you in their homes or within minutes of meeting the wife and kids at Ruby Tuesday. Thank god for married guys on the dl!

So yesterday was at the office, and the crave was taking over, had to head over to a local buddy who i knew loves to breed, and he told me he is now poz, i snuck out of my office right then and took his toxic load deep in my ass

Hands-Free Orgasm It happened again (finally). I met a guy on BBRT last night. He came over and gave me a great massage, then we made out while he worked my hole with his fingers and mouth for half an hour. He was very much in charge and kept everything moving very slowly. When he finally penetrated me with his very thick 9" black cock, there was no pain or resistance, pure pleasure! He gently rocked back and forth for another 20 minutes as we kissed and lightly licked and fingered each others nipples. He then stood and put my feet around his neck (my dick rock hard and between my legs and his chest--- lightly touching his chest as he moved in and out of me) -- about 2 minutes later I felt the orgasm building and I couldn't believe it (had only happened once before with another black stud with 10") . The next thing I knew, I started spewing cum all over both of us. He laughed out loud and began plowing me hard and deep so that he began breeding me by the time I'd shot 8 or more ropes of cum. 12 hours later, I'm still completely satisfied! Definitely something about those big dicked men who know how to work a man's hole!

my neg hole need breeding

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.

http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/dark-room-breeding-28202521 Met my bud for a walk-in after he told me he had gotten some test results. He told me to come over, take his loads and then he'd tell me what he was giving me. Video didn't capture much but I still jack off to the audio.

i will be there breeding a lot of raw ass. hit me up.

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

To each of you who have indicated that you liked a posting of mine, I just found out that if I write a note to someone and delete that copy on my end the copy sent also disappears. If I am in error on this, I would appreciate being corrected. When someone takes the time to write to me or to indicate that they like something that I have posted, I always respond. It is courteous to do so for my part. So, if you have not received a response from me for either a message or a "like" that you made, do understand that I did respond but inadvertently deleted my message of gratitude to you. It may take me a few days as I do not always log onto this site daily, but I will respond. So, I have this now off my mind and return in my next post the following part of this tale. Bill PART 5 I cooled down on my walk back to my room. I must have had a look of divine decadence on my face as it seemed a number of men were smiling at me as others looked away quickly. All I knew was I was having fun. I rounded a corner and several men were standing around in my hallway. I worked my way through them, opened my door, went inside, and closed it. I indeed was happy. I calmed myself and decided to go for another quick walk. Out the door I went. On my way back to my room, I noticed it was close to 1:30. I still had about four and a half hours more fun time left. I was glancing around and realized that there were no other men in sight which I thought very odd. Then, I rounded a corner not looking where I was headed and ran into what felt like a reinforced concrete wall. I found I had walked into a tall black man. He had to be six and a half feet tall and built with muscles all over. When I had run into him, his arms wrapped around me keeping me from bouncing off him and hitting the floor. He was well over two hundred pounds and indeed as I inspected him so closely most definitely black in colour. There was a beautiful sheen to him. The last of my realizations was that he was wearing a lot of leather clothes: cap, harness, chaps, arm bands, jock, and boots. "Not so fast, white boy," he almost whispered in my ear with a deep basso voice that instantly mesmerized me. "You don't need to run away from me. Or were you running to me?" He grinned revealing beautiful white teeth that so contrasted with his dark skin. His voice and his eyes were transfixed on mine holding me in rapt attention to him. I didn't move. "You've been a busy boy tonight I hear," he continued with his soothing and intoxicating whisper of a voice. "Three whities that don't know how to treat a boy like you. What you need, white boy, is a real man that can knock you off your feet. Show you what to do so you can appreciate a real man . . . a real man like me. Would you like that white boy? Would you want me to show you?" he hypnotically said to me as I lost all sense of time and place. His words kept echoing in my brain and swirling around inside me as I breathed in deeply his smell. I moved my head closer to him and inhaled his aroma. It was earth shattering to me. It was like no other aroma that I had ever experienced. My eyelids sagged a little as I shook my head yes. He held onto me taking a couple of steps backward turning as he did. He lifted me up off the floor and walked us into a room using a foot to close the door behind us. He set me down on the floor but kept his arms around me. We had not lost eye contact since I had run into him. He slowly bent his face down to mine and gently pressed his lips to mine. I let him kiss me and as we were kissing I felt a huge uplifting awakening within me and slowly began to kiss back. We continued until he finally parted his lips and probed my lips for an opening. I accepted his invitation and parted my own lips allowing his massive and commanding tongue to insert itself into my mouth where I lavished it with attention. This was a man I had to know. A part of my brain was screaming to get away but the other part rejected the idea to flee. This was a first for me: kissing a black man. I had never given it any thought but now confronted with the reality of kissing a black man overwhelmed my senses. Kissing this black man felt so right as if I had been born for such. As my emotions kicked in and my heart began to palpitate from excitement, a deep seated hunger longing to be fed overcame me. My defences were rendered neutral as all the heartache from my three failed relationships fled from me. The massive arms that were wrapped around me released me as the tongue which I had been worshiping was withdrawn from my mouth. The fabulous smile appeared on his face again as he took hold of my left knee raising it and moving it before setting my bare foot down on the edge of the bed. He wrapped his left arm around my shoulder spreading his fingers wide on my back as his right hand dipped down and went through my parted thighs where his middle finger found my puckered hole. He balanced me as he stuffed his middle finger in my ass causing my eyes to roll upwards as I let out a moan of complete submission. Several minutes passed as this giant black man fingered my hole sending me into a euphoric state. I heard his rich hypnotically inviting basso voice gently command me to sit and relax. He released me from his left arm moving with me as I cautiously set my foot on the floor and sat down with his big middle finger still inserted in my ass. My eyes fluttered as my breathing came heavier. My head began to spin as I moaned gently my contentedness. His mighty finger began working itself inside my ass making me to lie backwards across the bed lifting my feet to rest on the edge. Frequent sharp signals of slight pain were felt as he still managed to massage my insides.

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PART 4 I settled down a bit, finally wrapped my towel around my waist, opened the door, and went for a walk again. I noticed that there were several men standing in the hall outside my room. I nodded and smiled to them as I left. I roamed the building again ending up in the basement where I went into the steam room. It was huge and had a number of men in it already. I moved carefully through the hot mist until I found myself at the back of the room. I stood by myself and looked around. Several men looked hot to me. Then, out of the steam came a man a little shorter than me. I had to look closer and thought he was a few years older. I had caught his eye I could tell by the way he kept cruising me. When there was room, he sat on the bench and began slowly playing with himself. He had a nice cut dick of about 7 inches. He did so for a couple of minutes as my own dick began to rise. He motioned for me to come over. He nodded his head toward his now growing dick. I sucked in the moist air, looked around, and calmly walked over to him. As I approached, he stood up stepped up on the bench. I reached up grasping his balls, looked him in the eyes, he smiled at me, and I bent over putting his dick into my mouth where I began feasting on it. His dick after a few mouth strokes was fully erect by then. He gently held my head and stroked my head as I paid homage to his dick. It tasted so good. He began to moan his approval of my technique as I applied all my skills to sucking his dick. I rolled his balls around in his sac as I used my mouth to lead his dick to a final destination of spitting a load of his cum into my mouth to savour. We spent several minutes sharing each other and moved toward a finale. We had been engaged in a blow job for about five minutes when I found my ass being played with. I quickly pulled off his dick and turned around sharply to confront whoever it was trying to horn in. "No, no, my friend. It's okay. It's my other half; my partner. We share men. I hope you don't mind," the man on the bench said hastily. I looked at the man on the bench and then at his partner. What the hell. I smiled and said, "Sorry. I didn't know." I turned myself back to my dick waiting for me and once more slid it into my mouth where I began sucking once more. My butt felt two hands spreading them open and once more a wild and wonderful tongue began to rim me. I moaned. "Charlie's been here," I heard him say as I sucked more on the dick in front of me. "You up for another load?" I thought nothing of the phrasing and without taking my mouth off the dick in front of me I gave consent. I heard a cough to my left but couldn't see who it was. The partner was rubbing his finger all around and in my ass while I continued to bob up and down on the standing partner's dick. I was determined to get him to shoot his load. I felt pressure at my hole again and adjusted myself for a better position to suck while being fucked. The partner didn't do a good job of lubing up as his dick caught a couple of times from the lack of lube. But, he finally got inside me. It felt nice. And, then, the fucking began. This dick wasn't as big as my first visitor but it was nice. He wasted no time in reaching a higher speed of fucking. He gripped my hips as he pounded me good and steady. I thought back to my home and where I had been dumped for the third time. Those guys didn't know anything. None of them had fucked me like these two men had. My ass was singing with joy at how it felt from these two men. These were men and they knew how to fuck. I re-focused on the cock I was sucking and increased my effort. "DAMN!" I heard behind me as the partner slammed into my ass holding himself. I knew he was in the throes of shooting his load into his condom, but I continued on sucking as the partner finished his own cum load. "Fuck that was hot! You ready? I'm outta him." With that, he unceremoniously pulled his dick out of my ass stepping away. The man on the bench grabbed my head and pulled me off his dick. He dropped onto the floor moving behind me saying, "You don't mind, do you?" I didn't get a chance to respond as he bent me over turning me toward his partner who shoved his dick in my mouth where I began sucking him. The partner behind me was fumbling with his condom and finally slid in my ass sighing as he did so. He revved up to full speed in no time pounding my ass for all he was worth. In no time, his dick was shoved deep inside me and he was gasping for air as he shot his load of cum. The two of us finished--him shooting his load of cum and me cleaning his partner's cock--at the same time. We three hugged and kissed. The two of them wandered off as I stayed a bit longer but finally decided it was too hot and went back to my room.

I think it would be cool if Martin gets pozzed but tells Nick they were just kidding him and didn't actually fuck. Then they get back together and then Martin pozzes Nick..

Fuck me this is hot

Chapter 4. I had run all the way to the hotel from the sauna. Even though I had spent time showering, I wasn’t exactly feeling fresh, and I knew I was still leaking seed from my freshly-bred hole. I couldn’t remembered the last time I had cum so much, or taken so much cum, in one afternoon. Seeing my two closest coworkers chumming with the burly top made my cock stir. He nodded at me and openly groped his crotch. His tight slacks couldn’t hide his juicy uncut cock snaking down his left thigh. He kept brushing his hand across his cock while staring at me. My boss, Sam noticed and cleared his throat, then introduced me, joking, ‘It seems like you two may have already met…’ My jaw dropped, embarrassed at what he was implying, and knowing he was right. My cock sprung fully back to life, straining against my trousers. My other colleague, Bryan, realized that there was tension in the air and suggested we head to dinner. I asked if they minded waiting a few more minutes for me to change and freshen up. I wanted to rinse off, and to call my boyfriend to tell him how my time at the sauna had gone. The burly top nodded his assent and then followed me to the elevator. He looked over his shoulder at Bryan and Sam and said we would be right back. My coworkers seemed shocked, as if they knew he was going to follow me upstairs and breed me, again. As soon as the elevator doors closed, his paws were down the back of my pants fingering my dripping hole. He had a wet spot of precum on his trouser leg by the time we were close to my room. I fumbled with the keycard and opened the door. He stood there with his hands on his hips smiling at me. I shucked off my clothes and was half-mortified, half-thrilled to realize there was a giant wet crack in my pants. Sam and Bryan must have noticed as I walked away from them. They must have known I spent the afternoon taking loads… The burly top, whose name I still didn’t know, bent me over the bed and ate out my sloppy hole. His bristly blond mustache felt so good on my used puffy ass. I reached for my phone with one hand and video-called my boyfriend. In the screen, I could see my boy on his chest, with a blurry torso moving back and forth. He was taking cock, almost certainly raw, while I was leaking fresh seed into this hunk’s mouth. He grunted and smiled, ‘I see you’re having a good time. You taking loads?’ I nodded. The hunk laid on top of me as he fished out his hefty uncut cock from the fly of his pants, and slid it effortlessly into me. I moaned and nodded an affirmative. The hunk took the phone from me, leaving it on, and put it on the bedside table. In a thick continental accent, he growled, ‘It’s dangerous to fuck raw. You might catch something…’ My boy sounded delighted as whoever was fucking him started cursing in Spanish. I knew what ‘cholo’ and ‘puta’ meant… My hunk fired off his second load into me and pulled off. He signaled to the bathroom for me to shower and then started making smallt alk with my boyfriend as he took that dick. I rinsed off as quickly as I could and tried to force out as much of his toxic cum as possible. I realized that I still had on my yellow bracelet, and decided to leave it on. I hurriedly got dressed and saw the hunk sitting on my bed looking at my phone. ‘I watched your boyfriend get bred… He’s taking a new cock now, probably toxic… Nice that you both take loads…’ He grinned at me as I finished getting dressed. We got back to the lobby together and I saw Sam and Bryan chatting at the dimly-lit lobby bar. I saw Sam gently stroking Bryan’s hand, like they were flirting. I realized that the only thing that made me even notice the discreet gesture was that Sam was wearing a yellow bracelet that matched mine. The blond hunk saw it too and chuckled. ‘Your office must be full of sluts,’ he whispered. Silently, he walked up behind Sam and aligned his crotch against Sam’s ass. Sam melted into him and Bryan winked at me. I knew it was going to be an interesting night… To be continued…

Tell us the story about the 2nd one! If the 2nd doesn't convert from the raw fucks you already gave him, put him in restraints on a sling or fuck bench and breed him relentlessly all weekend long...a real sexcation!!! ;)

CHAPTER 3: (6 Weeks before Chapter 2) Jake: I was in my car driving to the testing center to see Chris, and I thought 'I’m a horned as fuck 19 year old, I’m HIV+ and I need to breed some neg hole right now'. I had only recently tested poz after a sexual encounter with one of my poz fuck buds and a few of his friends. I knew what I was getting into as he had told me “Everyone here is HIV+ but you." When I thought about Sam, and how much he enjoyed fucking neg guys and knocking them up, my precum flowed fast and furious. As far back as I can recall, I’ve always been a bit versatile, but I purposely bottomed more often than topped, but my sense is that would change now that I had converted. Maybe I chased, maybe I didn’t, but after testing poz I felt a real urge to share the bug, following Sam's example. When I got the news from my doctor, I got hard and, within a week, had fucked and bred two guys I knew from college. In addition, when Sam held a conversion party for my friend Mark’s son Cody, I was fairly sure my virus would be the one that converted the guy. To be sure though, I got his number and hooked up with him a couple of days ago, literally making him beg me for poz cum. I gave him two big loads, and assuming I’m around when he does test poz, I’m going to remind him he begged me to do it. I pulled into the testing center and I could feel my cock, wet with precum; one way or the other, Chris was going to get some of my poz boy seed that very day. Entering the center, I asked the clerk "Is Chris here? I need to get tested.” Looking up from his computer, the guy answered "Yeah, sign in. He’s here. Or can I or someone else help you?” “I’d really prefer to see Chris, I feel more comfortable with him.” The clerk smiled and replied “Your choice. Have a seat. We’ll call your number when he’s available." “Thanks.” There weren't many people in the waiting room, and I took a seat across the aisle from a hot looking Daddy-type. He had enough gray to be sexy, a few tattoos, a goatee and a nice looking build, but he wasn't what I’d call overly muscular. In short, he was very much my type. With a little chit chat, I learned the Daddy’s name was 'Bill', he was 51, and was at the center to get tested, and that he was (quite surprisingly), a bottom. “I’m probably neg, but I mostly bareback, so I test”, he remarked. I replied with a smile, giving him my most charming smile and slipped it into the conversation that I was a top, and that I also preferred to bareback, casually mentioning "In fact, I pretty much only bareback." “Nice,” he replied, making definite eye contact. “Can I get your number?" We exchanged contact information just before Bill’s waiting room number was called. “See ya later,” I said, thinking as I grinned 'Oh, fuck yeah. I’m gonna get a piece of that ass, which immediately led me to wonder if Bill was still neg. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chris: I was in exam room 4 at the testing center, and found the announcement that my brother was paying me a visit a bit odd as I knew, as he was on PrEP, he was tested every three months. “Hey Tyler, … don’t suppose you’re here to get tested?” He just looked at me with that adorable face of his and shook his head 'no'. Moving closer to the bench on which he was seated, I took his hand, motioned for him to stand, and gave him a warm, brotherly hug, holding him very close, but still looking in his eyes, I gave him my best cautious and concerned smile asking “I know you don’t need a reason to visit … but, tell me what’s going on?” “I’m don’t know … I’m just frustrated, … Jeremy and I are having problems and I …. I don’t know.” “It’s okay, baby brother,” I murmured, pulling him closer, massaging his neck and back. He felt so good pressed against my body this way. Then I realize my cock is getting hard from holding my baby brother. I pull back slightly unsure if he can feel the protrusion in my khakis. “This isn’t really the best place for us to talk Ty, why don’t you come by my place after I get off work and you can tell me everything.” Ty was visibly upset, but nodded in agreement. “Thanks… yeah, I can do that." The control panel lights told me I was needed in the reception room, so I stood, explaining “I need to go help someone else. You sure you going to be okay?” He nodded in reply. “Okay, take your time, I hug him again, “and let Nick or whoever is upfront know you’re done in room four when you leave. Okay?" “Yeah, sure. Oh, hey, what time tonight?” “I get off at 5:30, so anytime after 6:00 or so." "Cool." I get to the front and Nick hands me a waiting list number, “327”, I call out. A cute guy I’ve seen many times before stands up and heads toward with a knowing smile, “Hey Chris!”, I look at him oddly but return his smile, “Room 7.” Following me, I led him down the hall. Now, Room 7 is our corner room at the end of the exam hallway. I’m not sure about Nick or the other guys, but I like this one because it’s a little more private than the rest and I've used it several times, particularly if I think there’s a possibility I can get some action. “Here we go”, I follow him in and shut door pressing the lock at the same time so it’s not too obvious I’m locking the door. “Nice to meet you”, I pause, glancing for his name. “Jake … I’m Jake … I mean … You helped me when I was here before.”, he pauses and says matter-of-factly, “I need to get tested again for HIV.” I smiled reassuringly saying “Okay, sure. That's what we do here. You do look familiar. How long ago did you test? Did I help you?” “Uhhhmm … ‘bout two months ago, I guess. Yeah you helped me … more than once,” giving me a huge smile. “Ahhhh okay, did we test in this room?” I’m didn't really remember us having sex but I needed to find out how far down the rabbit hole goes. “No ... uhmm… I think it was 2 or … hell I don’t remember, but I don’t think I’ve been in this one, the last room didn’t have this”, and he pats down the exam table. “It’s cool … most guys don’t test but once a year, six months if they’ve been sexually active ... and some not at all.” “Cool.” Looking him over, I thought he was typical of the younger guys I find attractive, but breaking into my professional mode I asked “Why did you say ‘need’? I’m trained to discuss safe-sex practices and ways to lower the risk, if you …." Shaking his head he cut me off saying "It's okay." Amusingly, although I’m trained in safe-sex practices, in real life I loathe condoms and I’ve almost always fucked or gotten fucked bareback; as I look him over, the irony isn’t completely lost on me. Jake isn’t talking much, and his declarative sentence “I’ve been having risky sex,” was enough for me, particularly as he was fixated on me, as I was on him. It was also obvious to me his cock was hard, as was mine. Still I tried to remain at least semi-professional. Turning around, I grabbed one of the test kits, opening it to prep it for Jake, giving him my professional instructions “You need to rub this along your gums, on bo…”, and mock demonstrated for him as I turned back to him. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. Jake had removed his shirt, and he had a stunningly beautifully muscled, smooth chest, “…th siiides.” Jake grinned at me, and, without taking his eyes off of mine, he took the swab from me, and in what I can only think is the most sexually-suggestive way I’ve seen a person take an HIV test, swabbed his gums. In handing the swab back to me, his eyes never left mine. Blushing, I swallowed as Jake, still seated, smiled invitingly at me. Yeah, he was calm and ready to go. And I definitely wanted to play with him. Placing the swab in the solution, I turned back to Jake, and, before I could fully register what was happening, his tongue was in my mouth, and my tongue in his mouth. I distinctly remember thinking to myself 'I’m glad I locked the door earlier'. Kissing him led to the shedding of clothing and the mutual exploration of each other's body. I had been fucked at the clinic many times by many guys, but I had never found myself as hot for any guy as I was for Jake. Swallowing his cock, I found it wet with delicious precum. “Chris … ohhhhh … ahhhh that’s good … Chris stop.” Standing, we briefly kissed, afterwards he stooped to nuzzle my cock. I was in heaven. The kissing and sucking and licking continued. We were both very worked up, and, although I had no idea how long we had been in the exam room, I reasoned the clinic could do without my contribution for, at least, a few minutes more. “I need to be fucked,” I moaned into his mouth as I kissed him. "Fuck, yeah," was his only reply. Reaching over to the rear of a nearby cabinet, I moved a box of gauze and retrieved a small flask of Gun Oil I keep here for the occasional hot fuck. “How you want me?” “Doggie.” Lubing his cock and my ass, I climbed onto the exam table, positioning myself on all fours. “Chris?” “Yeah.” “Are you neg?” Nodding I replied “Yeah… I test here every three months.” I always bareback and oddly most of the guys I’ve hooked up with here have turned out neg. “What if I test poz?” Glancing over at the swab I could see the results had not yet appeared, so I asked “Are you poz?” “Yeah… I mean … I could be. I told you I needed to get tested,” he continued, sliding his bare cock in the crack of my ass. It felt amazing. Again I nodded, saying “Yeah … I know … it's okay, I want you.” “I want you too.” “Fuck me." There was a slight pause, “You sure? What if I test poz?” “Don’t care … Fuck me. Now.” At the same moment I pressed back against his resting cock to show him how badly I needed his cock in my ass, poz or negative, reasoning over the years I surely had had more than one poz cock in my ass, especially given that even when a guy tests negative, he could still be HIV+. There's always that 90-day window. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jake: “FUCK!” Chris was under me, begging me for poz cock. I had to comply. My cock head slid slowly into his hole, eliciting a long, deep groan, and an approving “Fuuuuuhhhhk… oh that’s good.” “Yeah baby… take my p… take my cock. Fuck yeah… feels so good,” as I slowly slid my bare, poz, unmedicated cock the rest of the way into Chris’ hot ass, who, I decided, was (for an older guy), hot as fuck. After deep dicking him several minutes I asked “You like that … feel good?” “Yeah … ahhhhh … ahhhhh," he moaned as I picked-up my pace. “I’m so horned… I probably won’t last long … you might have my cum inside you before the test thing finishes," I suggested. Chris turned to look at the swab, as did I. It was still blank. “How will you know if I test poz ... something shows up on there?” I asked, playing dumb. “It shows … ahhhhhhhhhh… oh fuck… fuck me… fuck me… it shows one line if you’re negative and two if detects any HIV anti-bodies.” I keep fucking him, “Ohhh … okay, got it,” maintaining a good fuck rhythm as we barebacked, all the while maintaining a two-way conversation. “What if I’m poz Chris?” “What if you are? Thought I said its okay.” “Yeah … you did, it’s cool … mmm fuck that ass feels good.” “Good … yeah … fuck me… oh fuck that’s good… I want your cum.” “Yeah? You want it… might be getting more than just cum sexy… might be an HIV+ cock inside you right now.” I continued fucking his hole, but accelerated the pace a bit. My crotch was now forcibly slamming into his ass, at least as hard as I could go without knocking the two of us off the exam table. “Give me your poz cum Jake … fuck me.” Glancing at the test I could see it was still blank. “You want poz cum, man? You’re chasing Chris?", punctuating the word 'chase' with a hard slam of my cock into his ass. I could almost hear his silent 'Yeah'. I affirmed his silence saying “SO HOT." “Not so loud dude, they might here us up front.” “Fuuuuck… your ass feels so good wrapped around my cock … I’m getting’ close Chris." “Fuck yeah ... fuck yeah… do it.” “You sure? I can pull out.” Chris answered in a voice which was, in my opinion, a bit too loud “CUM IN ME." “Ahhhhh … ahhhhh … ahhhh … gettin’ there, … getting’ there … ahhhhhhh.” "Fuck yeah… ohhhhhhh your cock feels...” just as my orgasm hit me. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK… oh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk … oh fuckkkkkkkkk… ahhhhhhhhhhh… ahhhhhh Chris … ahhhhhh’m cummmming.” My nuts tightened-up as my load forcefully exited the shaft of my cock and entered Chris’ bare ass. It was so warm, and felt so fuckin' perfect. The thought crossed my mind to whether Chris was really neg or doesn’t hook up that much. He had, for all purposes, virtually begged me to poz his ass. I felt his body squirming under me. “Fuck, that was hot, Jake.” “Yeah it was.” At that moment I saw Chris gazing at the test solution. My eyes involuntarily followed his. The test swab clearly showed two lines. “Looks like the test finished."

I was so horny this lunch time and was working in city centre manchester so had a long lunch in Basement. It was not very busy but spotted fit lad in his mid 20s. short but with a nice looking body followed him a bit but lost him. I went into the dark room to check it out. I could see the outline of a much taller guy. I wandered over feeling his body it was great solid muscle. I felt down to a very meaty cock easily over 10inch. I dropped to knees and slobbered allover and tried to deep throat him i did ok but no way of getting it all. He stopped me and said he was going to cum and didn't want to cum yet. As he left a shorter guy entered. It was the young lad. He walked over and dropped to his knees and sucked me he was an average cock sucker but i wanted to blow in his arse. Feeling his body i worked to his hole. Hairless and very tight i needed to breed him. I stood him up turned him to the wall he grabbed some lube and passed me a condom. I opened the lube and lubed his nice tight arse i opened the condom fumbled about a bit and just dropped in on the floor. I pushed in raw and he moaned and whimpered a bit i started slow and built he. He was so tight i was not going to last long. He soon got into it and was pushing back every thrust. He was turning in a real cock hungry guy. A few second later he stopped and pulled away. I asked whats wrong he had felt my cock slipping in and out and he noticed i was not wearing a condom. I said don't worry ill not cum in you and anyway you don't need to worry. He said ok but don't cum. I fucked him a bit longer then without warning him shot deep in his arse. He asked if i had cum i just said sorry. He looked a bit annoyed but who cares. As i was leaving he was getting dressed into his costa uniform. So if you have seen a short cute lad with brown hair working in a costa coffee in manchester today. He probably had my toxic load in his arse.

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Hot post. I totally agree, we fags are extremely lucky. I also love watching myself/others/tops hit the pipe too, especially while we're fucking.

when i was younger, i sucked myself off and came in my mouth/swallowed all of it. years ago i was soo hungry for cum i went to midtown spa and looked for used condoms, picked them up and drank them, must have been 7 total that night and 5 blow jobs. had 19 guys through out the day cum in my ass.

In March I attended Fickstutenmarkt. This is basically a well organised orgy. Where bottoms arrive first, stripped, wear hoods on their heads and have their hands tied. Then after a while the tops are let inside to pick and choose who they want to fuck, the bottoms have no say in the matter, and if they refuse anyone they have to leave. Bottoms have a choice when entering if they'd like a red hood or white. Red means you are a bareback bottom, and white means safe sex. I looked around before I was hooded and out fo the 60 or so bottoms, I could only spot 4 red hoods, I chose a red hood. I was bred by multiple guys, fucked so bad that I had to cancel any sex plans for the next day. It was one of my favourite experiences and certainly the slutiest. Other than that, drinking piss, letting a guy piss inside me are up their. As well as doing meth

BBRT is listing something like 70 party ads. But they are almost all cumdumps.

HIV+ top, not on meds since diagnosed 4 years ago

I woke up... Not in my room… I am at the Viking’s house… King-size bed… Linen…. Nice warm comforter… Puffy pillows… He is sleeping next to me… A light snoring… close to a whisper. I like it… His body is spooning next to mine. He kept me warm, he kept me safe, he kept me his… That’s OK. The beast in me is fed. After whoring my ass in the 212 bath house deluxe room and collecting 23 loads and 5 slams he had said: “I can leave you here. On your knees like the whore you are… Getting even more loads… adding lines of marker of your back… or you can come with me, obeying my orders and be my boy until I release you from my keep…. You have 30 seconds to decide”. It only took me three seconds to decide. “I will come with you Sir”. “Good. We go to my house. It is a test. If you steal from me I will know. If you do not behave with respect to my property you will be punished. If you try to harm me in any way I will kill you. And… I don’t fuck slam whores in my bed… You will sleep… I will sleep… maybe I’ll touch you… I may caress you… but I won’t fuck you. Not in my bed.” We went to the showers together… Same stall under the running water… he helped me clean by rubbing my back from the marker’s prints… 23 lines… “Clean your ass… I do not want your ass leaking diseased cum. I will wait for you at the counter. I will call for a cab. Don’t make me wait.” I cleaned my ass… It was sore. The ass lips swollen… soft, but nice. Cum, lube, piss and water coming out from my hole… until I was clean… I must confess I was tired from the fucking and the slams… I checked my veins on my arms. The marks were there… My war medals from the last 36 hours… My heroic statement… I did good… He should have been proud.. I was a very well behaved chem slut. Didn’t lose my manners even after 5 slams… I didn’t mumble nonsense… On the contrary his orders were usually “Don’t hide in silence… Talk to me…” And I talked… And I said everything… hmmmm… almost everything… and he seemed to understand… Probably because he could sense that I understood him as well… But when he told me he wanted to take me back to his house I have to say that he took me by surprise… I am used to be left alone in the a bathhouse room to wipe with the towel, or leaning on a tree at the park with my ass leaking from some stranger’s cum to put my trousers back on, alone again, or on a chair in a porn theater taking a handkerchief and wipe the cum from my moustache, alone but not lonely… Because these are the rules of engagement.. You do what you have to do… you get fucked, you fuck, you take cum, you seed the whore, but… when the deed is done you leave… Alone. No prisoners taken. It is not a date. It is a fuck encounter. In a sauna you do not ask for a boyfriend material. You do not go hunting the slings to find your husband… You hardly want to see the face again of the man who saw the beast in you… Well sometimes you do… Sometimes you hope he will tell you “Can I get your number?” or “Can I see you again?” but I am not that kind of guy... I usually run… hide myself in my silence…. My boxes are so well organized… No room for leaks. Sex is sex. Work is work. Boyfriend material is found in a Concert House. Fuck buddies are found when I am hanging on a sling. Slam buddies are the secret garden of my existence. I know how to control my boxes, how to make clear borders and territories… where they start and where they end… Linen sheets in a double bed demand respect. So I know the importance of respecting Sir’s limits and expectations when he asked me to come and crush at his place. In his blue grey eyes when he was pushing the needle with the chems in my arms, or when he was seeding my ass, or when he let others to breed me with sperm, or when he was marking my back with lines I felt he cared, some other times I saw contempt… some other times I even saw respect… but what I saw was not enough to expect his proposal to share the sleep… In my poor slutty mind, sharing the sleep is the ultimate test… I can let others fuck me, breed me, slam me, piss in me, but I am in that Box…. The Box of the Cum Slut… The territory is known … I know what to expect and what is expected by a slam whore like me… But sleep in a stranger’s bed whom I met few hours ago? In his own bed? That is an unknown territory… The intimacy is a land where I do not visit often. It is tricky… Because when you wake up you become a man with identity. You have to say where you are from … what kind of job you do… the hobbies and the whole nine yard agenda that make us human. And to be human after 23 marks in your back, 7 slams and a face of a still hungry beast is another Box… Yes… there is always a price we pay for the borders and the territories… Do I want to know who he is? Am I going to be disappointed by who he really is… Is he going to be disappointed by the real ME? He opened his eyes… He caught me staring at him… The blue grey Viking eyes penetrating my soul. “Do not look at me when I am not looking at you… Do not try to predict… and do not try to read me… Do you understand?” “Yes sir” I said… “I need to piss. Follow me…” He got up from the bed. Loved the way he walked over the wooden floor… Big bathroom…. White marble and big mirrors… led me to the shower… “Put some soap in your ass…” I did… and then leaned over the marble… The position of a whore… I am well trained… My ass lips were swollen from the fucking of the previous hours so I must confess it was not easy to receive his cockhead at the very first seconds… And he was big… he was thick .. he was uncut… and fully erect… But I am a piss whore… A cumslut… I was not going to complain. All over the mirrors our reflection… two beasts connecting. Me, offering my hole … Him, with closed eyes concentrating and then losing his blender in my ass… Hot piss… I started feeling a slight buzz… chem piss… my kind of breakfast. He started piss fucking me… Noises of piss escaping my ass… He seemed to enjoy it … Didn’t need poppers… didn’t need anything… Just his chem piss and the sight of our mating from the bathroom mirrors… “Now, look at me fucking you under the light…. I give you the permission… And look at yourself… No dark rooms… no sauna slings… Look yourself in the mirror… A chem slut… A piss whore… That’s who you are… And now concentrate just in you.. not me… Do not look at me… I am just a cock in your ass… No more, no less… Look at you and only you… Damn, you are still tight… I am close to give you another poz load… Look at yourself… you hold too much… you ask for release and then you built walls and fucking defenses… I should have left you in that fucking basement…” And he kept on fucking… telling me about what he has planned for me. About the room where he plays with the sling and the fuck bench, the new Tina he ordered… about the double slams he was going to prep for my veins… and the guests he has already invited to arrive in a few hours And he kept on fucking… And I saw myself in the bathroom mirror… piss squishing, escorted by his cum… deep in my inner walls… music in my ears indeed… And I thought… “Yes, I am safe… I am still in the same Box… The same border… the same territory…”

Part Six As Cody showered with the other twink he learned that the kids name was Sean and that he was bug chasing. Cody learned from Paul that he was probably toxic when he fucked the student trainer almost guaranteeing that he’d be pozzed. Cody knew that he probably could poz this kid. The two began to kiss in the shower as Cody told Sean, “Paul just pozzed me about a month ago.” Sean got a big smile on his face and asked “Have you started meds yet.” Cody shook his head ‘No’ as Sean got on his knees to suck Cody hard. As Cody’s cock grew he had told Sean “I want to slam while we fuck.” Sean agreed “Why don’t we dry off and prep some points. Then I’ll suck you hard and you can fuck me for a while, then we’ll slam and you can fuck me some more.” The twink’s climbed out of the shower, dried off and went into the living room to prepare a couple slams. Cody took a couple Viagra’s before he began to prep his point. As Sean prepped his Cody asked him “What’s the most you’ve ever slammed?” Sean let Cody know “I’ve did a double once, both were a 4.0 making an 8.0 total.” Cody got an evil grin on his face as he grabbed a second point for Sean to match Sean’s 5.0 he already had prepped for himself. Cody didn’t argue as Cody had his second point in hand. After all the points were ready Sean began to suck Cody’s semi-hard cock. The two climbed on the sleeper sofa bed as Sean lay on his back and Cody climbed on top of him. Cody slid his cock inside Sean’s hole and began to fuck the neg twink. When they were ready Sean wrapped his legs around Cody’s body to keep him inside his neg hole as they fixed tourniquets on their arms. Cody took the smaller of Sean’s two points and hit his vein while Sean began to look for a vein to use for his double slam. Once Cody had a good vein he hit it and drew back some of his poz blood to help Sean’s conversion. Once Sean had the fist point in his arm Cody helped with the second point getting it in a second vein. Cody asked Sean “Ready?” Sean nodded yes as he emptied one point and Cody emptied the second one. Once both were pulled from Sean’s arm Sean massages the injection site with tissue as Cody pulled the tourniquet off. Cody knew when the slam hit Sean as his ass spasmed a little and cum leaked from his cock as he coughed out very hard and began to breathe heavily. Cody thrusted in and out of Sean’s neg hole before he did his own slam. He began to fuck Sean again as he worked to pull the tourniquet off his own arm. The sensation from his fucking Cody made both boys cum. Cody felt like his orgasm lasted a long time as he knew he was filling the twink’s neg hole with his charges load. Cody lost a little bit of his hardness as he kept fucking into Sean. With the Viagra Cody had taken before his slam he was able to fuck Sean for a good 4 hours without stopping. Sean took another load from Cody before Cody needed a break. Luckily for Sean more guys began to show up and he moved to the sling for guys to take turns seeding his hole.

Part Five As the night wore on the two studs fucked like rabbits when Paul’s phone rang. He told Cody, “It’s a text letting me know that some of my buds are on the way over. They should be here soon.” As they waited they each prepared a couple more points for themselves when Paul’s friends arrived. Paul also pulled out some more Viagra for them to take before their slams. Cody was still semi-hard as he took his Viagra and waited for their guests to arrive. When Paul’s friends arrived Cody was introduced but was not going to recall all their names. They ranged in age from his 18 to the oldest guy at 50. All were in pretty good shape and were ready for some heavy duty partying. After introductions Paul announced that, “This gathering is in Cody’s honor since he just became poz a few weeks back, probably had just pozzed his first neg ass and was a state wrestling champ. Cody had his choice of position.” Cody told Paul “I would love to get fucked.” Cody was then asked, “Where would you like to be fuck?” Cody said, “The sling looks good to me” as Cody hopped in with his point in hand. Once he was situated he waited for the others to get naked while he and Paul were ready to slam. Paul’s friends were naked and prepping their points while Paul and Cody patiently waited. Once all were ready they joined Paul and Cody as tourniquets were applied. Cody found a prominent vein and stuck his point in while he heard coughing come from Paul’s friends. He registered the familiar flash of blood and emptied his slam into his arm. Paul kissed him as Cody removed his tourniquet and felt the strong slam he had prepared. He coughed out a couple times as the rush took hold of his jock body. While Cody lay in the sling feeling his rush one of Paul’s friends got between his legs and began to rim his cum filled ass. While Cody felt the wet tongue probing his hole another one of Paul’s friends approached Cody’s head and offered the jock his cock to suck. All around them there was action going on. The other 18 year old kid was on the fuck bench get his hole worked over by Paul. Paul was working his fingers inside the boys hole as it easily opened up. The boy was being fed ethyl chloride spray as his hole was being worked open. Cody watched as the boy was given a strong dose and forced to breathe it in longer than expected that allowed Paul’s Fist to disappear inside the boy’s hole. When the boy came around he began to moan as Paul flexed his fingers inside his hole. Cody asked, “What are they giving him there?” Cody was told, “He’s being given poppers and ethyl chloride.” Cody asked, “Why is he doing those?” Cody was told, “It helps relaxes you and enhances the high.” Cody asked, “Can I have some poppers and ethyl chloride?” While Cody lay there getting his hole rimmed he was given poppers and ethyl chloride spray while the guest who was rimming his hole positioned to fuck him. With the poppers and ethyl chloride working on him he never felt the cock push inside him. He looked up to see a handsome stud fucking him. As he looked up to the guy inside him the guy fucking him leaned in and they kissed. Cody spent the next 8 hours in the sling as more of Paul’s friends came and some left. Cody had so much cum dripping from his hole that Paul was able to suck a good amount from Cody’s ass and feed him a mix of the cum he had been bred with before they shared a cummy kiss. As the sun reached high in the sky Saturday Cody needed a break from the sling. Most of Paul’s friends had left by this time leaving only the 18 year old who got fisted that night. Cody got out of the sling and the two 18 year olds climbed in the shower to refresh themselves.

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last year at the folsom fair cumunion party i took 24 loads. 2/3 of those were from men i never even saw.