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Part 2 - Passion Ten minutes and one awkward phonecall later, and we were ready. Lee had to call his dealer and ask for instructions on what to actually do with it. The entire conversation was done in an absurd code, and by the end I thought it would have been less obvious that they were talking about drugs if they had just spoke plainly. For the surface, we took a sheet of hardened glass from Lee’s trophy display cabinet. To crush it, we used a deodorant can, but only after I convinced Lee that using a pestle and mortar was a stupid idea. For the tubes that I would later learn are called ‘snorties’, Lee snuck off to the kitchen and got some straws that he cut short. We were alone in the house, but the sneaking still seemed appropriate, with what we were doing. My heart was pounding in my chest. He cut out two lines on the board. Immediately I thought they were too long, but since I didn’t have a clue, I said nothing. He kissed me once more, long and deep, before leaning down, bringing the straw to his nose and aiming it at the line. He made a slightly unattractive sucking noise with his nose as he took the line. Instantly, he dropped the straw and jerked his head weirdly. “Argh! Christ! Yeah… He warned me it could sting a bit at first…” He looked at me, and his eyes were watering slightly, but he smiled. “Your turn?” He picked the straw up and passed it too me. I took it from him and leaned in. My hand was shaking, so much that I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to hold it steady enough to actually do it. I felt Lee’s hand on one of my ass cheeks, cupping it and squeezing gently, as he urged me forwards. That was enough to give me the steadiness I needed, for just a moment, so I moved quick. I brought the tube up to my nose, aimed, and did my best to suck with my nose. It was an odd sensation, and one I hadn’t thought about before, but it was easy enough to do. The powder shot straight up the tube and into my nostril as I dragged the far end of the straw along the line. When it hit me, I did exactly as Lee did, dropping the straw, flinching backwards and giving out a cry of pain. ‘Sting’ was too much of an understatement for the burning sensation in my nose, and I tried wiping my nose in a desperate attempt to make it stop. Before I could figure out what was happening, my hand was pulled away and Lee’s lips were on my lips. I didn’t know if he was already feeling it, or if he was trying to distract me, but he pinned me down to the bed and forced his tongue into my mouth, letting me moan my pain into his mouth. I wrapped my arms around his body, twisted my legs in with his and let him grind against me as we kissed. We didn’t surface for air for a solid five minutes, at least. I slipped one hand in between us and managed to take hold of both our dicks, pumping them and making Lee moan. One of his hands twisted into my hair, pulling at it as he held my head in place. I realised that he was trying to get me as turned on as he could - he never liked being rough with me, but he knew I liked it when he did things like this. I was more than happy to let him do it, and it was definitely working. Finally, he broke the kiss and kissed down my neck, then up to my ear, where he whispered. “Feel anything yet?” “Err…” Was my only immediate response. My heart was still thumping, I was hot as all hell, my dick was rock hard and my nose still tingled, but everything other than the last one was a normal result of being with Lee. “I think… Maybe? What about you?” “I don’t know either.” He answered, then looked to the glass sheet. “Maybe we didn’t take enough?” I shrugged. He climbed off me and towards the sheet, and I heard him setting up more lines. I wasn’t sure if I actually wanted to do more, but as I watched him, from this position, his ass was completely exposed to me. Immediately, I moved forwards, brought my mouth to his exposed hole and slipped my tongue in. “Aaaah, fuck!” He said, moaning in a way I hadn’t heard him moan before. He continued setting up the lines, and I heard him snort his. He pushed his ass back against my face as he did so, and I buried my tongue as deep into him as I could. He moved away from me, twisting to hand me the straw. He stayed sitting in such a way that I had to crawl over his lap to get to the glass. As I did, he took my cock in one hand and my ass in the other, pumping my dick and teasing my hole with a single finger. This time, rather than encouraging me, I almost found it more difficult to take my line with him teasing me like that. I just about managed it, and this time it stung slightly less. Lee continued to play with me for a moment while I let it sink in, before he pulled me back onto the bed for another deep kissing session. This went on for a while, with us going at each other like we hadn’t seen each other in years, with occasional interruptions to take another line, which I noticed got slightly bigger with each instance. I still wasn’t sure that I was feeling the effect of anything for quite some time, till some point after our fifth interruption, when I realised just how badly I wanted to fuck Lee. Suddenly I became extremely aware of how hot we were, we were dripping with sweat, my heart was pounding like I’d never felt it before, and I could feel Lee’s doing the same. Yet all I could think of was ramming my cock deep inside his ass and fucking him as hard as I could. It took all of what little self control I had left to pull myself off of him. “What is it?” He said when he realised I was stopping. “Is something wrong?” For a minute, I thought I was going to say that I wanted to stop. That it was too overwhelming and I was scared, which I was. But when I saw him laying there, his muscles all standing out and swimming in his sweat and mine, his rock hard cock literally bouncing to attention, desperate to be touched again, and the passion in Lee’s eyes was like nothing I’d ever seen before. His pupils were huge, and I could tell that even as he spoke, he was struggling to resist the urge to grab me and continue. I looked from him, to the drugs, and back to him. “Set up one more.” I told him. “Then you’re going to fuck me."

Part 1 - Temptation I took one last, long pull on the joint, sucking it down to the little filter made of card, before stubbing it out. I inhaled, taking all the smoke into my lungs and held it as long as I can. All the while, my friend was above me, kissing me softly on the neck. His cock rubbed up against my hole, slick with lube, and I knew he was aching to bury it in me. Maybe this time it would work. When I couldn’t hold it any longer, I finally exhaled, bellowing smoke up into the already smokey room. He looked me in the eye, pressing his cock hard against me, making me whimper and nod my consent. He smiled, and kissed me on the lips as one of his hands slipped down, lined the tip of his dick up with my hole, and began to push in. The pain was instant, like it always was. I bit down on my lip, hoping he wouldn’t notice. Hoping that maybe, if being stoned wasn’t enough to stop it from hurting, it would at least be enough to dull the pain long enough for him to fuck me. I could feel it pushing into me so slowly, he was trying to be gentle, I knew. The size of his dick didn’t help things. Eight inches long and thick as all hell. But no amount of lube or weed or taking it slow made a difference. It wasn’t going in, and when the pain was too much that I couldn’t keep myself from yelping, he sighed, and I felt what little of his cock there was inside me slip out again as he climbed off me. I slammed a fist into the bed, then covered my face with both hands. “It’s okay!” He told me, but it wasn’t. I knew he was disappointed. I was disappointed. I didn’t really want to smoke weed - though being three joints down tonight and feeling this buzz had definitely changed my views on that - I only did so because we thought it might help me finally get fucked. A last minute Hail Mary that failed spectacularly. He took hold of my wrists and pulled them away from my face, bringing his close and kissing me all over my face, before reaching my lips and slipping his tongue between them, into my mouth. Our bodies tangled into one another and our cocks grinded together. His lube and precum started getting onto my dick, which was just over an inch shorter than his. When we broke the kiss, he nuzzled his head into my neck, and I let out a sigh. It wasn’t too bad, I guessed. I’d just have to fuck him till he came, then he’d suck my dick till I came. A standard Friday night. It would be fun, but it wasn’t what either of us wanted. He was desperate to take my virginity, and I wanted to give it to him so badly. We’d been best friends for as long as either of us could remember, and we’ve played around with each other for as long as we’ve known how to do it, though neither of us found out about actual, penetrative anal sex till after we were both legal. I’d fucked him for the first time just a few months ago, and we’d been going at it basically every weekend ever since. After a few minutes, he moved away from me, to the bedside table, to prepare another joint. He handed me the grinder, the weed and a piece of card to make a filter with, since these were the only bits of rolling a joint my clumsy hands could manage. I checked him out as I worked, trying not to taunt myself with how good it would have been, to see his big, muscled body moving up and down as his cock slipped deep inside me, if only I could manage the pain. Our bodies were like our cocks - I was a bit smaller and a bit skinnier than him. I didn’t have a muscley body to speak of, but he always said I looked sexy, and I guess that’s what counts. When I finished grinding the weed and rolling the filter, I handed them back to him, and only then did I notice he hadn’t touched the rizlas or the tobacco. He was looking at something in his hand, but with his back to me, I couldn’t see what. He turned to me and took the items from me, placing them on the table, but still he didn’t continue. Instead, he moved back onto the bed and leaned against the wall, spreading his legs. Whatever he was holding was small, and clinched tightly in his hand where I couldn’t see it. “Come suck my dick.” He told me. I smiled and obeyed instantly. He had gone soft, but it wasn’t difficult to fix that, and before long I was happily sucking away at it. I figured he wanted a repeat of earlier, when he thought it was funny to ram his dick right down my throat and force me to stay there while he rolled a joint with the rolling box balanced on my head. I found it less funny, but since he wasn’t getting what he wanted, I could at least do this for him. But he did nothing other than bring his free hand up behind my ear, playing with my hair. So I kept on sucking, playing with his dick in all the ways I knew he liked, gently squeezing his balls in one hand, playing with his hole with the other, using the skills that we had discovered and developed together. I must have been at it for a good ten minutes, at least, and was just starting to slip my tongue into his hole when he finally spoke again. “Y’know. There is one more thing we could try…” I stopped and pushed myself up onto one elbow. Instinctively, I took hold of his dick with my free hand, pumping it while he talked. With one hand still stroking my hair, he brought his other hand up near my face. “I got given this by the guy who sells me weed. I’d been talking to him about our… ‘problem’, and he said that if the weed doesn’t do it, this might.” He opened his hand and revealed a small baggy of little whitish crystals, that looked like tiny fragments of a broken stone. “Is that… Coke?” I asked. I let go of his dick and went to pick the bag up, but he pulled it away from me. “No! No, no it’s nothing that hardcore. It’s called drone.” He said, and I’m guessing he thought I’d know the difference, but I didn’t. I raised an eyebrow and tilted my head to one side. “He told me it’s great being on it and fucking. Told me that weed probably wouldn’t make it any easier for you to take a dick, but that this would do the trick. I had a look online, and it sounds pretty safe.” “I don’t know…” Weed was one thing, but this sounded like the sort of shit you could get arrested for. His response was to pull me in close, so that I had no choice but to fall and lay on top of him as he kissed me deeply. His empty hand went to my ass and gripped one cheek tightly, squeezing and pulling at it. I knew his intention - trying to remind me of just how badly we wanted this night to work. And it worked in an instant, with every fantasy I’d ever had about him fucking me flooding back into my head. I moaned into his mouth before breaking the kiss. “Okay.” I said. “Let’s try it.”

Part 3 - Penetration His reaction was instant. I was sure that, like me, he had forgotten the reason we were doing this in the first place, but now he remembered, he was like a bat out of hell. In a flash, he was over by the board, setting up the lines and taking his. He was grinning like a maniac when he turned back to me, holding the straw once more. Before I could take it from him, he grabbed me and pulled me into another deep kiss that I had to fight my way back out of. We laughed, and I felt like we were excited children again, but this was something more special than we had ever done before, I knew. I didn’t feel any pain at all when I snorted my line, and I was back on him in seconds. He pinned me underneath him, bringing his cock up to my ass. We kissed for a while as he grinded up against me, and all I could think about was how good it was going to feel inside me. I knew that it would work this time, I was sure of it. I could feel that he had relubed himself while I took my line, and the tip of his cock was pressed right into my hole. We broke off the kiss, and he looked me straight in the eyes. “I fucking love you.” He told me, and I felt his cock slip into my ass. I let out a shout. It didn’t hurt, and Lee must have known that because he didn’t stop. In one smooth movement, all eight inches of his dick slipped deep into my ass, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning louder than I ever had before, occasional half-shouting ‘Ah fuck’ and ‘fuck me’ and more than a few ‘I fucking love you too’s’. We didn’t look away from each other till he was as deep as he could get, then he leant down and kissed me, again and again again. Grinding his hips into my ass, I could feel all of him moving in me, and it was incredible. More than I ever imagined it would be. Then he started fucking me properly, pulling his dick most of the way out before slowly sliding it back in, making me moan out into his mouth. I felt his abs press against me, telling me that he was all the way in again, before he repeated the action. I broke the kiss and cried out “Oh fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” As he kept sliding into and out of me. Each thrust came a little quicker, a little harder than the last. He was kissing me absent mindedly on the cheek and neck, and when he got distracted, it meant his mouth was next to my ear, and I could hear every breath he took as he fucked me. My cock was pinned between our bodies, and his movements made it feel like I was being jacked off. I could feel precum leaking all over both of us, and when I noticed it, it made me realise that his precum must be coating my insides now. That thought sent a surge of excitement through me. Wrapping my arms around him, I held him tight as he started fucking me even harder. Each slam of his cock sent shockwaves through me. We were both slick with sweat, and I could smell it in the air around us. The noises he made weren’t like anything I’d heard from him before, when I fucked him. They were animalistic, and his muscles squeezed me tight. It was a good thing I never wanted this to end, since I knew there was no way I could have got him to stop if I did. His weight shifted off of me and my ass emptied of his cock. It was a horrible sensation, like I’d been scooped out of everything good inside me. I tried to protest, but before I could even tell what was happening, his hands were on me. He flipped me over onto my stomach and took me by the hips, yanking me up onto my knees. I barely had time to steady myself before I felt the tip of his dick at my hole again. He rammed it into me, holding my hips tight and preventing me from moving or resisting at all. I yelled out then. I didn’t doubt someone in the street could hear us, and wouldn’t know if it was sex or murder, but I really didn’t give a fuck at this point. From this new position, Lee could fuck me much harder and, it felt, much deeper. I was nothing more than a rag doll, and he moved my body for me, pushing me forwards as he pulled out, then yanking me back as he plunged himself back in, fucking me as hard and as fast as possible. I could barely breathe, and my heart felt like it was going to explode with every violent beat. One hand moved from my hip to my shoulder, and this seemed to allow him to fuck me even harder still. “Fuck!” I heard him yell. “Fuck!” The hand on my shoulder suddenly yanked me up, and my back smacked against his, the sound of flesh on sweaty flesh ringing in my ears. One arm wrapped around me, from from under my left shoulder to over my right, holding me solidly against him. All the while, he still kept fucking me, with another smacking sound each time he pounded in. His other hand went to my cock and took hold of it tightly. His arm squeezed me tightly to him as he began pumping my cock, and I realised just how close I was. Some distant part of my brain knew that he was being too rough, squeezing me too tight, fucking me too hard, pulling at my dick way too aggressively, and that in the morning I’d be black and blue all over, but again, I didn’t care at all. Lee was trying to say something, slowing down enough for him to speak clearly was out of the question. Besides, I knew what he wanted to say. ‘I’m gonna cum.’ He pulled out one last time before slamming his cock all the way back in, and didn’t dare to pull out again. He kept moving it though, bucking his hips as he kissed at my neck, in between barely audible cries ‘fuck!’ I could feel it coming, his orgasm and my own, and every time he bucked his hips I pressed mine back, desperate for it. He thrust in once more, twice, a third time, and then, with a wordless yell, he cried out and I felt my ass fill with his cum. It was too much, the sensation was indescribable. He kept pumping my cock as he came, and I went over the edge as well. I let out a great moan as my cock exploded in his hand, shooting wave after wave of cum over his bed. He remained still for the first waves of his orgasm, but as his senses came back, he began thrusting into me once more, which only made things worse. I felt like my body might crack from all of sensations, and I’d just fall apart right then and there. I didn’t, and once we’d both shot the last of our loads, and he had well and truly fucked his into me before pulling out, we both collapsed onto the bed in the same position, with me as his little spoon. For a few minutes, we just laid there, breathing heavily. My heart was still pounding, as was his. Finally, I managed to twist around to face him. I wanted to say something, anything, just a word to bring us both back down to Earth where we could really appreciate what just happened. The only word my brain could form was yet another “Fuck!” He grinned that ridiculously wide grin of his once more and nodded, before taking me in another deep kiss. After that, I guess I must have fallen asleep for at least a few minutes, because when I awoke, Lee was holding up a complete, lit, partially smoked joint to my lips. I opened them and he held it while I took a long drag, inhaling, then blowing the smoke out. It had never felt so good as that before. I took the joint from him then and we shifted, so that we were leaning against the wall, with his arm around my shoulders. He fiddled with his phone while I smoked. We didn’t say anything for a long time, we didn’t need to. Occasionally I’d raise the joint to his lips so he could take another drag. The combination of the drone, the weed and the sex made my muscles relax out so much I couldn’t have moved if I tried. When he finally broke the silence, what he said was not what I expected. “Oz?” He asked. “Do you want to go somewhere?” I looked up at him, eyebrow raised. “It’s just… I still feel horny, don’t you?” At first I thought he must be mad, but when I thought about it. I realised he was right. My ass felt empty and I was desperate to have something to fill it with. I wanted to get fucked again. He must have seen the realisation on my face, since he continued. “My dealer, I’m talking to him. He says ‘congrats’, by the way.” He indicated his phone, and I laughed. “He’s… He’s saying we should come round. Y’know, just if we want to.” I knew Lee slept with his dealer occasionally, rather than paying. I was the first person to fuck him, and we both agreed that he’d be the first to fuck me, and he wouldn’t fuck anyone else till then. After agreeing that, I said I didn’t mind what he did with his dealer, but I didn’t think I’d ever be invited round too. I met his dealer once - he was a cool guy. Tall, like Lee, but he was black. I remember he had long dreadlocks and a cocky smile. Lee once told me that his dick was so big, he couldn’t swallow it all in one, though in fairness, my 6.5 inches was the only thing he had to practice on, so far as I knew. I’m pretty sure it was the drugs that did the talking for me when I answered Lee. “Yeah.” I told him. “Fuck it, why not?”

My boyfriend was out of the town leaving me at home, pottering around, with no real plans other than to enjoy the weather. Then I heard my phone ring, and upon checking it, I found a message from him asking "What are you up to?" I replied "Nothing in particular, why?" His reply was the best. One of his regular fucks was looking to dump a load and as he was unavailable, he offered the guy my hole. It was to be a simple dump'n'go. I was to blindfolded (so I wouldn't be able to identify the top), bent over the sofa with lube waiting the arrival of the guy. So I was, and, more-or-less as was agreed, I heard the front door open and close, and within seconds a hand was exploring my arse, fingering my hole. The finger was readily replaced with a really thick cock, in fact, the cock was much thicker than I expected. In any event, the chap hammered away for about ten minutes, then slammed in full-depth, filled my hole with his load, pulled out and left. I went back to pottering around, thinking to myself I have the best boyfriend in the world. Oh, yeah, my arse is still sore now from the thickness of the guy's cock....

Not even a size queen but took 9 inch black cock the other day. The guy said he forgot his condoms too so I lucked out. http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Taking-9-Inch-Thick-Black-Cock-28192621

Its not something I do often, but I do find it hot from a humiliation perspective. Like you, I have no desire to "become a woman" or anything like that, but I do have a desire to be turned into a fucktoy, faggot and a whore. For me, being made to dress up in silky lingerie, panties and a bra is incredibly degrading and embarassing. I have no doubt that I look totally pathetic and ridiculous but I enjoy it. I enjoy having all my manhood and dignity stripped away, being reduced to nothing more than a set of holes for the entertainment of a man.

Previously… And what a fucking hole, it was a prime hole – medium rare/pink on the outside, juicy yet well done on the inside – bare fucking was amazing. I was a bit worried Simon’s precum wasn’t enough lube, but Iain already had a least two loads in him giving my cock the lovely cream covering as I churned that gut-butter up. I gave that rugby player a fucking penalty, conversion and a try. In fact I lost myself so much in pounding that perfect white arse’s hole I didn’t notice Simon was gone. He had gone around to salvage the MDMA. It seemed I ploughed Iain a bit too heavily and now the prop forward had it all over him looking like some Japanese Geisha or some shit. “Oh shit dude, you’re gonna get so fucking high” I laughed, but I didn’t stop pounding him. Right so… Now I should clarify what I meant previously about liking a previously tapped hole. I was a bit of an expert on tag-teaming. In fact you could say that in college I majored in fourways with a minor in journalism. All through my journalism degree in Queen’s Uni I was involved long-term open slutty four-way. My group – Joe, Andrew, Kevin and I were the hotter and more sexually ambitious college kids, so we enjoyed what we had, moving into two two-person campus apartments together on the Malone road and using one of them for studying and the other for fucking. Sunday mornings were great! We spent most of our semester weekends getting through all the gay kama sutra positions, while the more nerdier, more homely gays were all up for running the LGB society. We thought our fourway was discreet enough, we’d always rearrange things when parents came visiting, but of course, all the scene knew! Even my mate Con told me that there was a name for us doing the rounds– the four queens in Queens. Very droll. Sadly this gossip reached the ears of all of our families – someone actually maliciously sent a poison pen letter to them – some fuckin old-school begrudger. Cause of that experience I sure-as-shit now knew that in Belfast you can’t do anything without everyone knowing about it the next day! It’s the reason my ex’s are ex’s and now living in a hippy commune in Tennessee, above a gay bar in Provincetown and the outback mining town Broken Hill in Australia. ABFB – Anywhere but fucking Belfast! Thinking this as I pulled my cock out of Northern Ireland’s gay national treasure, who reassuringly farted as some air escaped him (it made the whole thing a bit more real), I decided I should get my bearings a little, and while doing so, figure out what I wanted. I was high but not stupid. Even my trash-rag career could be endangered if it got out that I was partying and playing. I looked over and jokingly tagged Simon in. The salt and pepper stunner had shucked his robe off somewhere and I could see he had kept his chest well man-scaped, with the level of body hair that said hairy, but also showed off his defined muscles. Under that he had a deep and complete all-over tan, no weird tanlines, which meant he definitely travelled a lot. We get about one week of sunny days where it’s over 30 degrees in August and you’d never get such a deep tan from that, and I didn’t see Simon going to the sunning beds somehow. I guess you could say we have two seasons in Ireland – rainy season and that one week where you see that yellow thing in the sky… what’s it called? So if you want to escape our national seasonal affective disorder you’ve to pay up. Bastard didn’t even have the decency to have a little potbelly for his age. As he walked over I just took it all in – the muscles (on both of them), the tan (on Simon) and the spontaneity of it all. One moment I’m looking up BBRT in the hope of jacking off to some pictures of the dimpled lawyer and the next minute I’m spitroasting a local celebrity with him. Simon walked over to my place and lowered his 7 incher to Iain’s sloppy fuckhole. He’d found some lube and made a show of squirting some on Iain’s pink pucker and wiping the lube round with his straining cock. Iain wasn’t up for being teased and reached back and took control quickly. With proper bottoming skill he skewered himself with a grunt on Simon’s cock, his massive blocky thighs shuddering in pleasure. Going around to Iain’s head, I saw that the majority of the MDMA was salvaged and piled a bit away from Iain - who right now was surprising me by taking my ass-stained cock in his mouth, lapping all the old cum and ass juice off it – this was going to be a night of firsts! Close up I saw that professional rugby had not been too kind to the prop forward. He had the classic cauliflower ears and mangled nose that anyone who spends a large amount of their time in a scrum shoving and straining against fifteen other men, tends to pick up after a while. Looking down I caught Iain staring straight back up at me, I was a tiny bit shocked at first and worried he might have copped that I knew who he was, or worse that he might know who I was, but then I realised he was just totally zoned out and staring into the middle distance. The MDMA was doing its trick alright. Smiling down at Iain, I grabbed his hair and really started to fuck his throat. With my other hand I gathered the last few errant MDMA crumbs into a decent bump and snorted them, squeezing my nose after to stop any fallout. Iain’s pale muscled back was bunching as he took the pounding from both ends. I leant back and let the MDMA bliss flow down from my crown to the rest of my body. I looked up to smile at Simon and saw that he too was blissing out. He’d built up a powerful thumping rhythm, and my senses went into overdrive. Below I could hear a heavy bass-line from the main party room and I felt the build-up of anticipation – would I get to be one of the lucky invitees? I could feel the back of Iain’s throat mash against my cock head in time with Simon’s thrusts. The beat we were all experiencing, through the floor, in our fucking, it was the beat of life. This moment was hardcore, yet tender, dirty as fuck and yet sacred. Ah fuck yeah – shoving my dick into the rugby player’s willing throat, staring over at Lawyer John, I mean, Simon, looking actually kinda skinny by comparison between Iain’s massive thighs. The steady flow of MDMA goodness just upped a notch as the extra bump hit home. I felt like my skull got extra loose on my body, hearing the music from downstairs, hearing gags and wheezes from Iain, just letting the sounds and images and feelings just wash all over me like a tide. The MDMA never had this effect on me before but then again I’d never taken it pure – only with Ecstasy and weed, which might have counteracted the effects. And then, like a wave, I could almost feel the memory slip over me. Simon was Joe, Iain was Andrew, Kevin was rimming me from behind… I was back in college, spitroasting Andrew with Joe (who was and still is a committed top), and Kevin rimming me. We fucking loved that position. Kevin could happily rim me for days. Joe loved making the Eifel tower on Andrew (or me or Kevin occasionally) and then power-topping the lucky bottom. We were definitely not your typical Belfast students. We’d all met at the QUB LGB soc where in Fresher’s week we all played a “purity test” drinking game - where you had to drink for every impure thing you did. Us four hit it off immediately and soon enough we were rolling out the door and into one of our bedrooms. I even remember the disapproving glare of the LGB soc president at the time, who was still very sober - this total prick Orson Adams. Since that night he was always putting long rants on the soc’s webpages about not needing to conform to societal stereotypes of promiscuity and that kinda shit. Fucking holier-than-thou acne-covered prat! The type who gets on every uni committee possible so they can use it in their political career a few years later. Speaking of Orson, now the acne’s cleared up, the ego’s bigger and for the last five years he’s been getting groomed by the SDLP to run in the next election for Stormont. I had to do a big piece on him “spearheading” the SDLP and Alliance Party’s Marriage-equality campaign up here a little while ago at a press conference. I still remember him calling up his Irish trophy “husband” Tadhg to the stage. I’d been only half listening though, cause most of my attention was spent trying to charm my way into the pants of this fresh college grad taking notes beside me. I’d zoomed in on the fresh meat as soon I arrived. He was a tall, dark-brown haired guy wearing a very fashionable boat-necked chunky woollen top that perfectly accentuated his collarbones. In fairness, you could hang a paper bag off those collarbones and it’d look high-fashion. And it just so happens that pronounced collarbones and sparkly blue eyes are two secret faves of mine! He was also writing notes in one of those Ernest Hemingway jotters that all idealistic young journos get – Damn – this boy was ticking all my boxes! I was already making my excuses to my photographer Joanne (the meanest Dyke paparazzo I’ve ever met, and I’ve met a few!) who rolled her eyes and looked for the bar. “And wipe the drool off your mug before you head over, ya haven’t got his cock yet…” Joanne stopped as she realised I’d already gone. Fast forward about fifteen minutes. I’ve been laying it on real-thick with this tall sparkly eyed beauty. We’ve been talking German Expressionism and the archetype of the tortured artist. We’ve been scoffing at how terrible American chocolate is, while grudgingly admitting that Irish chocolate might not quite be up to Belgium’s standards. Fuck it, but I was really thinking I was getting somewhere when there’s a lull in background noise and all eyes turn towards us. Cute Journalism Student turns around to me and says “Sorry Mike, that’s my cue” and heads up to the podium to be introduced. Fucking gutted! He was Orson’s Tadhg! I should have possibly guessed it from his name. I mean there’s not that many people with those crazy unspellable Irish names here up North - it’s a classic tell of a Southerner, but well, he just seemed way too nice to be caught up in Orson’s web of bullshit. He seemed so charming, sharp and well-read (we were both eagerly awaiting the new Orhan Pamuk book), and watching him leave had some serious benefits too (very snug fitting and perky!). But now he was up on stage talking about how he and his husband couldn’t wait to tie the knot up here like down South at their “starter-wedding” – pass me a fuckin bucket! Y’see the thing is, dickheads like Orson really pissed me off. They want so much to be accepted by the society that rejects them, to have their slice of the “white picket fence dream” too, that they lose track of the gift they’ve been given. We don’t have to play by the rules, settle down two by two, safe and declawed for the straight world to accept us. We can be polyamorous, make our own families, create new codes to live by and then break em down again. We can arrange orgies at the drop of a hat and drunkenly ring up the Guinness World Record office asking for the number of men daisy-chaining record! Straight people are terrified of us because somewhere deep down in their mostly-switched off brains they realise what we represent, that it’s all a fucking charade. We’re part of the select few who’ve had the scales lifted off of our eyes and see the whole shitshow for the sham it is – religion, economics, from marriage vows to the… uh …the fucking Bologna Process of degrees and Masters and Doctorates, all that shite. As if there’s some external force that makes one person more intelligent than the other, more valid than the other. We’re given a gift of getting booted out of normal society and for some reason then you get pricks like Orson begging to get back in. Of course the self-satisfied prat was all fawning over me the last time I met him, cause he wanted a good article on his campaign. I remember later at the press conference him leaning in beside me, resting his clammy hand on mine and gushing “you’ll have to make this front page Michael! I still remember our days at Queen’s fondly!” I’m pretty sure I managed to keep my internal wretching to the minimum. I guess it was kismet or something when later that day the SDLP split over the vote. The party whip couldn’t control their back-benchers I guess. I had a gut feeling that there’d be trouble like that ahead and had Joanne tail the lovebirds. Sure enough she came back with a shot of the happy couple looking like they were arguing behind the hotel. Bingo! – that photo made the front page (like he asked) the next day. Headline “Not all sunshine and rainbows; Gay split in party vote!” What a fuckin triumph! Though I did feel a bit shitty for dragging Cutey McHowdafuckdyespellyername into it. That was pretty cold blooded of me. Speaking of cold. What…? Cold? My dick is cold? At this point Iain jolted me out of my reverie as he pushed me out of him. My cock wasn’t nice and snug and warm anymore! I looked down to see that the rugby player was totally blitzed out at this point and was having a hard time just trying to even focus on my bobbing cock. I wasn’t sure what other drugs Iain had done, but he was in classic overstimmed mode. Simon pulled out of him too and it was like the strings on a puppet were cut. Iain just flopped over onto his back on the ground and started making hrunghing noises to himself and giggling. Slut down, I guess… At least he didn’t OD. That’d be a fucking Pulitzer inside scoop if he did though. I could lie and pretend I’d gone deep undercover. Oh wow. I am cold blooded. Simon was smirking at Iain’s wipe-out and reached across to me, saying “I think that proves that we’re not police”. “Well I’d have to, um, agree” I answered, giving him my hand. I was still a bit dazed, still half-in my reverie – this MDMA was doing strange things to my memories. I kept falling into stream-of-conscious memories from like ten years ago. Simon pulled me up into another kiss. He tasted of Iain’s ass and something sweet - maybe liquorice? As we kissed I realised the mischievous mood had slowed down a little. Was Simon going to finish things up with me now? I kept kissing him, rubbing my tongue against his, reaching into his salt and pepper hair and pulling him deeper to make the kiss more passionate but he pulled back. Was I going to be asked to put back on my clothes? I was way too high to head on right now! It’d be better to distract him…“What do you taste of?” I asked. Simon raised his eyebrow and then, remembering, said “Oh that’s Salmiakki – the Finnish Liquor”. “Could I try some?” “Oh, yeah, sure I guess. It’s in the bar downstairs” “Are you inviting me to your party Simon?” “Well that depends Mike. This invite is for Newry9inches. But it definitely doesn’t extend to Mike McAllister, Irish Sun journalist. What do you think?”

After Nicholas shot his load in my ass, Steve removed his cock and took Nicholas’s place in adding another load inside my ass. While Steve was driving his cock deep inside my hole, Nicholas came around for me to clean him off, I tasted cum, blood and my ass juices. Steve is a wild man fucking my hole, each thrust I felt him go in a bit further inside me. While he was fucking me he made these grunting noises, finally I saw him tense up and he screamed “here you go boy, take my fuckin dirty seed” and with that he shot up inside of me. He stayed inside of me and fell against my stomach panting and sweating. Travis and Anthony were standing in the doorway smiling. I guess they wore out the twink boy, Travis said “wow we are missing the fun”. Mark smiled and said “come in and join the fun, we are giving Jimmy what he needs”. Without any hesitation they came into the bedroom, Anthony asked “what does Jimmy need?”. Nicholas looked towards them and said “the gift of freedom, soon we’ll take him to Marcus so he can get his new tattoo”. Steve withdrew his cock out of my ass and Travis and Anthony moved forward and started stroking my cock and playing with my ass. They were both getting into it and Travis said “Jimmy you have a nice ass and make a perfect bottom, can we dp you?” I was confused I never heard the term dp but hey my ass is filled with poz seed I said “never heard of it but im open to tryng it”. Travis looked at me and laughed saying “you will enjoy this, get up so you can ride Anthony’s cock, after a few I will enter your cum filled ass with my cock.” Wow, I started getting hard with the sound of this, so I got up as Anthony was laying down on the bed applying lube to his cock. Mark looked at him and said “you wont need much of that, the boy’s filled with our cum so he’s pretty lubed up.” I started straddling Anthony’s cock he’s long but not too thick…I slid all the way down the shaft of his cock and started riding his cock. Oh wow he felt good inside of me, as I was starting to get into it, Travis instructed me to bend down and start kissing Anthony. I did as I was instructed and started deep kissing Anthony as I was getting into Anthony’s deep kissing, Travis slid in right behind me and started slowing putting his cock inside my ass with Anthony’s. I winced and screamed out ‘WAIT IT HURTS IM TOO TIGHT” Nicholas went over to his bag and grabbed a small bottle opened up it and put it under one nostril while using his hand to close the other one, as he did this he said “take a deep sniff.” He repeated the same thing on the other nostril, I did as instructed and felt the most incredible rush come across me, I soon forgot about the pain I was feeling with Travis’s cock entering my ass. While I was kissing Anthony, who by the way is a great kisser, Travis was reaching around and pinching my nipples, I thought FUCK I am in heaven. Soon I started cumming all over Anthony’s stomach, I don’t know if it was from Travis pinching my nipples or the idea of two cock’s at the same time inside my ass. After a few minutes both Travis and Anthony started breathing heavy and screaming out “IM CUMMING.” Wow I have two guys cumming in my ass at the same time. We all collapsed on top of Anthony in exhaustion, I looked at Anthony and said “this was the most incredible thing ever, thank you.” I looked over at the clock and it was showing 2:00am, I am glad im off tomorrow and have no classes. We all agreed that we should hit the sack, Nicholas and Steve went into one of the rooms, while Anthony and Travis went into the room with their twink. I stayed with Mark as we put new sheets on the bed and crawled in together. It was great Mark spooned me and I loved feeling his hand around my waist.

2. Jon "Got a package for you," the guard said. I looked up from my phone to see Hector looking at me. I hoped it was the package I had been expecting. It was an important part of my plans for Seth's party, and I had been worried it wouldn╒t get here in time for the weekend. "Thanks," I said. "It's in the back." Hector said. I felt a knot in my stomach. I knew where this was leading. "And where's Cal been? I haven't seen him for a few days." I had just come from the gym, and the workout had left me not just sweaty, but also horny. Still, I wasn't sure if I was ready for Hector. "He's been in Austin for work this week," I said. "Too bad," Hector said. "I've been missing him." Hector rubbed his crotch. There was no doubt why the burly Latino was missing Cal. Cal was usually the one who satisfied Hector's needs. Hector was the prototypical security guard, insecure and eager to assert his authority. Mixed with a deep insecurity about his sexuality, it was a toxic combination and it was reflected in his approach to sex. He was rough and aggressive, with a tendency to be very verbal and abusive. More than once, Cal had come up to the apartment with tears streaming down his face and bruises on his body. With Cal away, the job of satisfying Hector's dark, uncut cock was going to fall to me. "Me too," I said, as Hector motioned for me to head to the storage room in the back. The security guard put up a sign "Back in ten minutes." Not that he cared when he got back, but it would help to bound the experience. "He's back late tonight." "Yeah?" he said. "But my shift ends at 7:00." It was going to be me pleasuring him tonight. I couldn't tell if Hector was in a good mood or not, but it didn't matter. His cock was already stirring. As far as his penis was concerned, it didn't matter what I wanted. All that mattered was what Hector needed. He opened the door to the storage room. "Can't last that long?" It was my cock talking. As soon as I said it, I regretted it. Hector could barely control his sexuality, and never joked about it. I sometimes wondered if what Cal and I did for him was a safety valve, letting him release his tensions in a controlled way with participants that at least knew what they were getting into. I walked into the storage room. It was not the first time I had been in it, but it had been several months since the last time. As always, there was the single flickering fluorescent bulb, barely illuminating the room. Against the far wall, the locked cage ran the width of the room. It had only been a few weeks ago that I had come home and had to claim Cal from the cage. He bruised and bloodied from Hector's "games." Luckily, I had only been in the cage once, and I shivered at the memory. I wondered once again what I had just volunteered for. As I looked around the room, I noticed something new, a ratty old mattress, stained and dirty. It was in one corner of the cage. It was hard to tell if being thrown on the dirty mattress was a better outcome than just lying on the cold floor. "Shut up faggot," Hector said. It wasn't the words but the tone that hammered home the reality of the situation. Even though I was scared of what would happen next, my cock was playing traitor as it lengthened and hardened in my jeans. "On your knees." I fell to the ground in a motion that felt more like an involuntary reflex than a choice. I looked up at the Latino. He was smiling, the bulge in his khakis painfully obvious. Reverentially, he undid his belt. For him, it was a symbol of his power, and therefore, it required the utmost respect. I had watched the first time Cal had casually tossed it aside. The welts on his ass took two weeks to fully disappear. "You know what to do cocksucker," he said. I nodded and undid his pants, exposing a pair of white briefs, already stretched nearly to breaking point by his uncut cock. I pulled down his briefs, and his cock sprang free. It was thick, dark and despite how hard he was, the head was still covered by his foreskin. I would be lucky if Hector would use any lube to make the fuck bearable, much less some poppers or tina to make it fun. The Latino approached fucking as a zero-sum game, where any pleasure I got was less pleasure he got. For Hector, even me sucking his cock was an excuse to find new ways to get me to gag. I opened my mouth, taking the very tip of his cock into my body. Gently, I probed under his foreskin. If I knew Hector, he had spent most of the afternoon surfing the Internet for porn. The big breasts and wet cunts he had found had made him drip a bit, and the pre-cum had accumulated under his cockhood. "Oh fuck yeah, cocksucker. Lick up that sweat," he grunted, shoving his cock a bit further into my mouth. "Mmmmph," I said, working my way down his thick shaft. The entire encounter had happened so fast that I didn't really have a chance to get into the right headspace. From our idle chatter in the lobby to me on my knees sucking his cock, it had been barely five minutes. Nevertheless, my mood did not matter. I had to deep-throat the Latino. Hector hated any other lube than spit, so deep throating him was essential. My saliva would be my only respite from his ass pounding. "All the way down, faggot," he said. "Make my cock happy." I exhaled and focused on the cock already pressing against the back of my throat. "Yeah, it'll make your throat sore. But you like that." Hector grabbed the back of my head. "Come on. How many times have you done this before?" I didn't want to count; that would involve re-living the most extreme moments. I remembered the time he had practically choked me with his dick. He pulled it out only seconds before I blacked out. "Do it," he said, forcing my head down on his manhood. "Uuuuugh," I moaned, as the thick head forced itself into my throat. I had to take it, but every ounce of my being rebelled against the humiliation of his utter domination of my throat. "Eeease?" I grunted, begging him to let up on me. "Fucking feels so good cocksucker," he said. "No way am I gonna give up on this." He held my head in place; my nose rubbing against his closely trimmed pubes. There was the faint scent of soap, and the much stronger odor of sweat. In other words, he smelled like a man. He thrust his hips forward, forcing his steel shaft further in my mouth. "I know faggot. You can't get enough of a real man's cock." I looked up at him, silent and desperate. He was staring down at me, smiling broadly. His cock twitched, delivering a payload of pre-cum that landed straight in my stomach. He knew that every movement of his body was another ordeal as I struggled to accommodate his thickness. My obvious discomfort at sucking his cock only made him harder. Suddenly, he yanked his cock out of my throat and mouth. The removal was almost worse than the original penetration. But, the spasms subsided quickly once his cock was out of my mouth. "Stand up," he said, stepping back. He had decided that his cock was wet and hard enough to shove into my ass. I stood up quickly. "Bend over," he said. I bent over, leaning my weight against one of the shelves. It was full of packages waiting to be picked up. "Lower," he said, motioning me to rest against only the second shelf from the bottom. I stood up long enough to kick off my pants, then forced myself in the awkward and revealing posture he had demanded. As ambivalent as he might have been about gay sex, Hector still knew exactly what he was doing. By forcing me to brace myself against the lower shelf, I had to spread my legs wide, which forced my ass up. I could feel the chill of cool air against my hole. It reminded me just how exposed and vulnerable I had let myself become. In the position I had now assumed, there was no way for me to resist Hector's inevitable attack. My hole was exposed and ready for him to penetrate. The sudden chill awoke something dark and evil lurking within my body. I was no stranger to the passions of my virus. At the worst moments, it would stir, and assert itself. It wanted companionship, and it knew the best way to get it was through fluid exchange. Now aroused it asserted itself and made my only thought the need to get fucked. Hector grabbed onto my waist with one hand, and spat on his cock. Even when he had the time, he hated lube. "You know. Spit is all that a cocksucker deserves." He positioned his dick against my hole, pausing for a moment. "Let me in," he said, as he pressed harder and forced himself into me. As he entered, his foreskin peeled back, exposing his swollen cockhead. At least there was a bit of pre-cum to lubricate his penetration, but it was hardly enough. Not that it mattered. My virus was in control now and it wanted cum even more than Hector needed to drain his balls. I grunted, shifting my weight to try to get into a better position. "Stay cocksucker," he said, using his free hand hold me in place. "This is how I want it." I stopped squirming. I could feel each millimeter of his cock as it pressed into ass. Since I had no chance to prepare, his dick was a burning poker invading me. I moaned, more from pain than any kind of pleasure. "That's a real man in your ass," he said. He pushed further into me, the skin of his shaft rubbing against the tender walls of my ass. I closed my eyes, dreaming of even a drop of lube to make it easier to bear. "It's the kind of cock you dream about, faggot." "So fucking tight," Hector said. His cock was only seven or eight inches long, but it was thick. He was stretching me out. "Almost all in." I allowed myself a breath and forced myself to relax even more. Unfortunately, like Hector, the virus did not believe in pleasure. All it wanted that afternoon was another man in me, another chance to get re-infected. As I exhaled, his cock slid deeper into me and his thick pubes brushed against my buttocks. "It's all the way in, cocksucker," he said, and almost immediately, pulled back out. "Now the fun can really begin." I gasped, only to be rewarded with another hard thrust back into my hole. This time, it was at an angle and his dickhead rubbed against fresh parts of my hole. Hector was trying to find the sweet spot that maximized both his pleasure my discomfort. He knew what he was doing, and quickly found a rhythm of thrusts, parries, and withdrawals that left me breathless and sweating. He now had both hands on my waist and held me in place. It meant there was no relief for my aching thighs or sore ass. The only relief was that he was dripping pre-cum into me. If we kept this up long enough, I would be properly lubricated, and his fucking wouldn't be quite as harrowing. "Oh yeah," Hector said. "Almost there, cocksucker." "Please," I moaned. I wasn't sure if the voice was me begging for the fuck to end, or my virus, begging for his load. My arms were getting tired from supporting myself and pushing back against his pounding. His pre-cum was making his thrusts a little more bearable, but each one was still a painful reminder of his utter dominance over me. "Please," I grunted again. "Faggot begging for a man's load," Hector said. "Fucking the way the world should work." He slammed his cock deep into my hole and held it there. Of course, this was the moment where he had opened me up and lubricated me enough that his thrusts were no longer painful. He knew how to time it perfectly; when it became even slightly pleasurable for me, it was time for the encounter to end. "Fucking taking my load." His shaft throbbed. "Fucking breeding that faggot hole." The first spurt of cum was like a bullet, colliding with my body, lodging itself deep. Three more spurts followed in quick succession, each punctuated by a grunt of pleasure. As he filled me, my virus was briefly satiated. I no longer had the utter compulsion for sperm. I had a shining moment of clarity and was able to see myself in perfect understanding. Unfortunately, I was still bent over, practically naked, with another man's semen dripping out of my ass. It was not how I wanted to imagine myself. Afterwards, he paused for a moment, slowly working his load into my ass. "Hope JP likes sloppy seconds, faggot," he said. He pulled his cock out quickly, sending fresh bolts of pain through my body. Before I could even recover, he had put his dick back in his briefs, pulled up his pants and re-adjusted his belt. "Your package is there, cocksucker," he said, pointing to a small box practically covered in shipping labels in English and Chinese. He slapped my ass. It was harder than it needed, and I only barely caught myself from crashing into the shelf. "Clean your self up and take it." With nary another word, Hector left the storage room, leaving me still mostly naked, bent over, with a few drops of his seed dripping out of my ass. I stood up slowly, trying not to move too fast and cause my aching muscles to enter spasms of protest. I pulled on my underwear and pants, and grabbed the package Hector had pointed to. When I stepped out of the storage room, Hector was already back at his desk. I could see a picture of a naked woman on his screen, her legs spread and her fingers sliding into her cunt. He made no acknowledgement of my presence as I walked to the elevators. In the elevator, I shook the box, but there was no sound to reveal anything about the contents. It was both re-assuring and nerve-wracking. It had been a very complex order, and I was terrified that it would get messed up in critical ways. The elevator quickly took me up the fifty-odd floors to the condo, dropping me off in the foyer. I kicked off my shoes, and headed to the kitchen. "Hello?" I called out. Cal was still away, but I hoped that Jean-Paul had beaten me back home. "Welcome home," Jean-Paul called back. It sounded like he was in the living room. "I'm in the kitchen, JP," I said. I found a pair of scissors, and started to carefully cut the packing tape from the box. "What's in the box?" I looked up to see JP standing in the doorway. He was wearing a pair of sweat pants and nothing else. "Gym, then shower. Didn't see much point in getting fully dressed again." I could jus barely see his penis outlined in the sweats. It reminded me of what I had just done. It also reminded me that Hector's cum had only partially satiated my needs. "No complaints about that here," I said. JP's cock grew slightly in his sweat pants. I opened the box, and pulled out a few sheets of Chinese newspaper, and extracted two bags stuffed full of oblong blue pills. I had ordered about 300 of them; eyeballing the bags, it looked about right. JP walked over to me, pressing his body against mine. He was warm and the contours of his body were infinitely familiar and comfortable. "I thought those were Viagra," he said. "But Truvada?" "Well, kind of," I said. I pulled out another bag; this one was just as full. "These are for our boy tomorrow night." "Seth?" JP asked. "Yeah." I opened one of the bags, and extracted a pill. "Sugar pills," I said. "We'll replace his with the fakes." I had the idea several months earlier, in the quiet, dark hours of the night when the only ones awake were the ones driven by demons too powerful for mortals to defeat. That night, my demons had been crystal meth and three unknown, erect men. "Fuck," JP said. "You're a twisted fucker." He was now pressed up against my back. I could feel his cock grow as he thought through the implications of what I had just said. We would be fucking Seth raw and Seth, of course, would let us inject him full of our poz cum. He thought the pills he was taking would protect him. But he would be wrong. It would be just like a good old-fashioned stealthing, only far more dark, evil and perverted. "I learned from the best," I said. I pulled out one last bag. This one had only about 30 white tablets in them. "And those?" "Just some molly." "And the student becomes the master," JP said. "Well, even so, maybe you can give me a refresher course," I said. His cock was pressed against my back. Even though Hector had just fucked me, the virus was insistent. It needed more. It especially needed a poz man's sperm. "You sure?" JP asked. "We gotta save something for Seth, you know." "One last one?" I asked. I was already undoing my belt, racing to get out of my clothes. "I guess," JP said. He pushed down his sweats, letting his cock spring free. I finally got my pants off, and started to unbutton my shirt. "I can probably manage one load for you, my needy man." "You have no idea," I said. I wanted JP's cock. I needed his poz cum. "I think I know you well enough to know how badly you need cock." "Hector," I started. "You already have a load up there?" JP asked. He loved it when I came pre-seeded. I tossed my shirt into a corner, and nodded. "Yeah." "Oh hell yeah," JP said. "You need another load up that hot, greedy hole of yours?" "Fuck yeah," I said. "You need a recharge? Get you primed and ready for our innocent boy tomorrow night?" "I do." JP lifted me onto the kitchen table. The wood was warm against my skin, but as JP buried his face in my ass, I barely even noticed where I was. "Mmmm," he said. His tongue was probing my hole, darting in and out of me. He was trying to find the hidden pockets of cum that were still in my hole. "I can taste his cum." "Are you still?" I asked. "Off meds?" JP replied. After so many years together, we didn't need to complete sentences to know what the other was thinking. "Yeah," he continued. "It's been about a week now." "You must be pretty potent by now." "I hope so. For Seth's sake. Tonight, however, it's all yours." He stood up and spun me around. My head was now hanging off the side of the table, his erection standing up stiffly in front of me. It was beautiful, familiar presence; I had long ago lost track of all the times we had fucked. "Come on," he said, putting his warm hands on the side of my head, and gently holding me in place as he pushed his cock towards me. "Suck my cock. Get me hard," he said, as if he wasn't already hard enough. "Fucking beautiful cock," I said. "Beautiful, AIDS-infected cock." "It infected you," JP said. "It did." I replied. I opened my mouth and took the very tip of his cock. I barely brushed my tongue across it, but even so could taste the intense, bitter taste of his pre-cum. He had always tasted bitter, but it was not an unpleasant taste. Like a fine Islay scotch, it had grown on me and I reveled in its complexities and changes as his health and viral load ebbed and flowed. It took only one taste for me to realize how potent he was. Tomorrow he would be even more deadly. The drugs we all took worked extremely well, and when JP stopped them, his virus came back with a vengeance. JP's high viral load would be an added reward for Seth this weekend, albeit one he would not have chosen for himself. "I can taste the virus in your pre-cum," I said. "I know," JP said. "I can tell you love it." He was right. It reminded me of when we were first dating and when HIV was far scarier. JP had been there for me, helping me accept his poz cock and take his infected loads. He had been there for me when I had gotten sick, fucking me repeatedly to make sure I was sure to convert. It was so perfect that he had done it to me. Even now, I would jerk off thinking about those weeks. JP was pushing his cock deeper into my mouth and soon he was pressing against the back. I swallowed and let him enter my throat. Although JP was thick, I had gotten used to him. There were only a few seconds of discomfort before I acclimated to his familiar girth. "That's right, boy. Take it all." "Please," I murmured, as best I could with his cock buried in my throat. I wanted him to force his cock into me and to take me once more. He was only a few years older than me, but his hair was already the perfect mixture of salt and pepper. I thought it was hot; it made him even more of the daddy he already was. "Fuck me," I grunted, staring at the black and white hair of his pubes. He held my head in place as he pushed his cock deeper into me. Although I should have expected it, the first time was still a surprise. I forced myself to adjust to it, fighting back the urge to gag. "Come on, take it," JP said. "Take my diseased cock." I closed my eyes and relaxed. Before I knew it, my lips were pressed up against the base of his dick, and my nose was nestled against his heavy balls. This was one of the most perfect configurations for two men to be in: one man buried deep in the throat of another man. Just as soon as I had gotten used to it, and right as I began to savor it, JP pulled his cock out. But immediately, he sunk it right back into me. I was surprised by how forceful he was, and once more had to force myself not to gag. JP usually took his time and let me get used to him. But tonight, there was urgency in his actions. "Fuck," JP said. "I'm not sure what's into me tonight. I gotta get off." He pulled his cock out again. It was as hard as it ever was, and was now dripping wet from my spit. "The virus is in your brain," I said. "It needs to spread." "You're right," he said. He let go of my head and stepped back. "Wanna go to the bedroom?" he asked me. I pulled myself up and sat on the counter. "You going to breed me? Make me your infected poz man?" "My diseased husband," he said, smiling. He extended his hand. I grabbed it, and followed him into the bedroom. In the bedroom, he grabbed my other arm and tossed me onto the bed. Jon-Paul was six inches taller than me, and at least fifty pounds heavier. All of that extra weight was muscle. When we wrestled, I always lost. "You are going to get fucked good," he said. "Infected with some new strain of virus." "I hope so," I said. I pushed the covers back, leaned up against the pillows, and spread my legs. "All yours, my poisonous stud." JP got on the bed, and knelt between my legs. I handed him a bottle of lube. "You think you need this?" he asked. "Don't you already have another man's cum up there?" I nodded. "Just a bit," I said. "I guess," JP said. He grabbed one of my legs and pushed me back, exposing my hole even more. He squeezed a bit of the lubricant out of the bottle, directly onto my hole. "You've got a drop of cum leaking out," he said. Pre-seeded holes were one of his biggest turn-ons; his eyes were wide and eager to pound my hole. He poured a thin bead of the fluid onto his erection and gave it a few strokes. "I'm a slimepit," I said. "I know." "Not yet," JP said. He had navigated his cock to my hole, and it was now pressing against me insistently. By now, after all the years together we knew each other's bodies completely and instinctively. Even tweaked up, in a dark maze, I could always steer my cock directly into JP's throat. He had the same navigation talents when it came to my body. "One load does not a cumdump make, much less a slime pit." "You need to fix that," I said. Before I could say anything else, he pushed his cock into me. I gasped, from a perfect mixture of surprise, delight, and discomfort. As JP started to find a rhythm of fucking me, the surprise and discomfort disappeared and all that remained was pleasure. JP leaned in and gave me a kiss. "I can feel that load inside you," he said, before pushing his tongue back into my mouth. "How many loads is Seth going to get?" he asked. "As many as we can give him," I said. "As many as it takes to infect him." "But he thinks this is perfectly safe? That PrEP is going to protect him?" "Yeah," I said. I clenched my ass tight around JP's cock, wanting to milk out more of his toxic pre-cum. "And he thinks all of us are on meds." "Other than you, me and Cal, who's coming?" JP licked my ear, sending waves of pleasure over my body, all of them converging on my hole. "Ohhh, baby," he murmured as he felt my hole twitch. "Just us tomorrow night," I replied, trying to ignore the pleasure I was feeling. "Pizza, poppers, and pozzing." "You mean supper, smoke, and stealthing, right?" "Hell yeah," I said. "Then, Saturday, we've got Jesse, Max, Dennis, Nathan and Jason and Sean and Vic." "How much cock is this boy going to take? Max and Sean and Vic are pretty big." "You're at least as big as all of them," I said. I reached down and grabbed his muscular ass. I pulled him closer. It gave me a chance to feel his hairy chest rub against mine, but also get another half inch of cock in me. "And you said Dennis and Jesse as well?" I nodded. "They've been off drugs for how long?" "Resistant for Dennis. Jesse never even took them." "That's right. But it's like bringing a nuclear warhead to a high school wrestling match. He doesn't stand a chance." I nodded again. Dennis had stopped drugs a few months ago, when his virus became resistant to one of the medicines. The last time I had seen him, he had been gaunt and slow, like all his energy was being sucked up by the virus. But the disease had not affected his cock; it was as hard and powerful as ever. Jesse, on the other hand, still looked like the model he once was, albeit with a bit of grey in his goatee. He had never taken drugs at all. He thought they interrupted the universe's master plan, in which his disease was a small part of some grand and perfect design. "But what about you?" I asked. "I tasted your pre-cum tonight. If they are a nuclear weapon, you're a fucking neutron bomb." "You could tell?" JP asked. He slowed down his insistent pounding, and kissed me. "That's fucking hot." I could. It wasn't very accurate, but he tasted metallic, almost poisonous when his viral load was high. "Yeah," I said. "You know I can. And from your precum tonight, you're a deadly stud of a man." "All the better to infect my special studs with. All the best for our special guest this weekend." "Yeah, and speaking of special guests, Tina will also be making an appearance on Saturday. Vic said he would hook us up." "Drugs and sex, and poz men?" JP asked. "Everything after this weekend is going to be a let down for Seth." "Yeah," I said, laughing. "You're probably right." "Another let down?" JP asked. I nodded. "Cal's gonna get home and there's going to be no cum left for him." "It's going to be even worse this weekend. He's gonna be a hungry boy by the end, seeing Seth get all the loads." "And he's gonna be even more jealous of the load Hector gave you." He pressed his dick into me, finding another reservoir of the Latino's jizz. "So fucking hot, you taking that load, and bringing it home for me to fuck into you." "I want to be your slut," I said. "I know. But you have such a nice cock yourself. You shouldn't deny men the pleasure of it." "Nor my load." "Your foul, polluted cum," JP said. He reached down and grabbed my cock. It was rock-hard, and already dripping some pre-cum. He rubbed his finger in the slick fluid, and then put the finger in his mouth. "But still so sweet. The drugs are working?" "Yeah, last test was about a month ago and I was all clean." "Except for your mind," JP said. "The boy has no clue what he's getting himself into." "A nest of vipers," I said. "Deadly vipers." "And this viper is getting ready to bite." "Shoot its venom into me," I said. JP had been playing with both my body and my mind. Between his fucking and his dirty talk, he had pushed me into a dark headspace, where I almost believed that his cock was a thick, fat snake. It was biding its time and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. "Oh fuck yeah," JP grunted as he shoved his snake into my hole. "Gonna breed my man's slut hole." He was still for a moment, enjoying the sensation of his cockhead swimming in Hector's load. He exhaled. At the same moment, his cock swelled and spurted. His cum shot out of his dick, into my waiting ass. "Take my AIDS cum," he moaned. "Give it to me," I said. "Re-charge my hole." "Hell yeah," JP said. His hips were thrusting into me again, smearing his fresh cum against my hole while at the same time, working Hector's load into me as well. Each thrust was marked by another throb of his cock as he ejaculated more of his virus-ridden sperm into me. "Can't ever get enough of you." "I'm jealous of every load I don't get," I said. "I know." He leaned in and started to kiss me. "You are still my favorite. And each year, you only get hotter." As JP's orgasm faded, we continued to make out. We each were constantly adjusting our position, making sure that JP's cock stayed in me. But, eventually, JP began to get soft and my legs got sore. "Dinner?" he whispered in my ear. "Sure," I said. We slowly disentangled, finding excuses to slap each other's balls, nibble on a nipple, or just make out that left us in bed another fifteen minutes. Finally we stood up and we each pulled on a pair of sweats. I took a piss, and JP headed to the kitchen. The rest of the evening was uneventful. JP made dinner, we curled up on the couch and watched some TV, and then we went to bed. Around midnight, we were momentarily awoken by Cal coming back and crawling in between us. I wrapped my arms around the lanky young man and nestled my erect penis between his muscular ass cheeks. I quickly fell back to sleep, dreaming of an angry virus, desperate to spread itself to every unsuspecting, horny man.

I had an hour to waste today so went cruising as the weather was great and i thought it would be busy. I pulled up and there was a few cars with old guys in. I turned on grinder and spotted a 22 year old very close by. I messaged him and he told me he was parked 100m around the corner. I walk over he was sat with the window open smoking. He looked nervous so i just asked if he wanted to come for a walk with me. He said yeah and grinned. I walked him down into the trees feeling his firm arse as we walked. Once in the trees i pulled down my joggers and pushed him to his knees. He sucked me for a few minutes before pulling out a condom and lube and half bent against a tree. I lubed his tight hole and pulled on the condom knowing it would not be on for long. Then a guy in his mid 30s walked over rubbing his bulge. He pulled out his sizeable dick from his paint splattered jeans. Guessing he was a painter. He offered it to my lad to suck. I slipped into the lad and gave him a few seconds to get use to it then as he started gagging on the painter dick i pulled out and slipped off the condom. Slipping back into him i fucked the lad hard forcing him onto the painters cock making him gag making his cunt grip on cock. Went like this for a while then i buried my cock deep and unloaded my poz cum into the lad. I gave the lad a slap on the arse and left him. As i walked off the painter was pulling on a condom. I thought to myself he won't need lube.

racial slurs (nigger, wetback, gook, cracker whore) in sex drive me fucking insane. The best orgams of my life. I guezz its humiliation that really gets me off. Hiring pros$ adds another layer of immorality to it. Anyone else turned on by it? I recorded a buddy of mine ( a black rentb-y) taking a clients$ huge white dick in his juicy nigger butt. It was so immoral... gave me a huge orgasm.

Liam was 21, had dark tanned skin, curly black hair and a lean, atheletic body. He was masculine and in the closet. Even though he was gay, he still fucked girls to prove himself to his friends, something I found pathetic. Him fucking me was pleasurable, but he always insisted on a condom despite the fact we were both neg. It irritated me: we were both clean, so why wouldn't he dump his load in me? Liam had told me previously that an HIV scare when he was younger turned him away from any unprotected sex, so it was a condom or nothing. I could accept this for a while, but as time went on he started to take me for granted, expecting me to make all the effort to get his plastic-covered dick inside me. But he was hotter than fire and had an amazing physique, so I put up with his bullshit for a year. One night I was desperately horny to top someone, so I invited him over as he had always told me he was vers. But when it came to fuck, he refused to bottom, let alone take my load. "I bottom for masc men only, fag," he told me. I decided that it was time for him to overcome his fear of HIV. I formed a plan. That week I created a Grindr profile on my phone and my tablet. On the tablet I found a picture of the only type he bottomed for: A tall, muscular, masc man. I used that picture to set up the fake profile of a man who I named 'Jim' I used a fake location app to move 'Jim' to Liam's area, and immediately began chatting him up. Soon Liam was begging to bottom for the imaginary 'Jim', but as expected he stated that he only did protected sex. "Don't worry," I explained through the 'Jim' profile. "I'm neg, and I ALWAYS use a condom." I spent days teasing him, leading him on, making him hungry to feel 'Jim's' cock deep in his ass. Then I moved to the next part of the plan. "I want to use u at night in a park." I explained through the 'Jim' profile. "To go there, find u on ur hands and knees with ur ass in the air ready to b fuckd. SAFE only tho!" I smirked. Liam took the bait, agreeing to be fucked, provided Jim wasn't rough because, in Liam's words: "I don't btm much." Now the first stage of my plan was in motion, I moved to the second stage. On the phone I created a fake profile with a picture of Liam. Then I searched my city for any poz man I could find, pretending to be Liam, explaining that I wanted unmedicated poz loads only. I found some poz profiles, and explained using Liam's fake profile: "I have a fantasy. I want to be raped in a park by a poz guy. I'll wait with my ass up in the air, and I want to be held down and have my hole raped with NO LUBE or spit. I want it rough, raw, bloody. I want a poz load in my torn up ass. I want to have any screams, tears or begging to be ignored, I want the real experience. I want me and my ass to be abused and used with no mercy. If I try and move I want to be held down. No safe words, no games. Pure charged poz loads in my ruined hole." I got more responses than I could've hoped for. Soon I set up a time and place, continuing to flirt with Liam using the 'Jim' profile so he would become hornier and more open to suggestion. Then the final part of the plan came about. The night of the event had arrived. I messaged Liam using the 'Jim' profile.. "I was thinking how hot it will b if ur blindfolded when I start fucking u. It will b so hot. I'll take the blindfold off at the end so we cum together " As I expected, Liam was hesitant, but I eventually I convinced him to do it for just the first minute of the fuck. Liam told me his hands were shaking. I told him I was excited to meet him and have some safe fun. Liam arrived at the huge park and walked to the very back where he would be furthest from the road... and anyone helping him. He got on his hands and knees like I had ordered him earlier, and he pulled his pants down to his knees, exposing his ass to the night air. He pulled out a piece of fabric and bound it over his eyes. He waited. Around the corner were 9 highly-charged, poz men who had arrived earlier in anticipation. I'd told them through my fake Liam profile to look out for other poz men who might want in on the action, and they'd noticed each other and gathered as a group to give a young, toned masc jock the gift he had been begging for for weeks. As per my request, they had phones ready to film every painful, dirty detail. Liam messaged 'Jim' that he was ready and putting his blindfold on. He reminded me "Safe Sex Only", and promised he'd leave if I tried anything. I relayed the first part of the message to the waiting men, and like wolves they silently approached the naive young man, unknowing that they were all being used to rape an innocent, unsuspecting neg boy. As the rape began, I blocked Liam on 'Jim's' profile and then deleted it. The next day I asked the men to send me their videos and pics of the night. They all mentioned how hot it was that Liam struggled and cried so much, thinking it was mainly an a roleplay act. The videos showed Liam being set upon by the group and held straight down on the dirt by the men as one by one they shoved raw, dry poz dicks in his tight, hairy hole. He had screamed. He had begged. His hole tore and bled. Toxic loads became the lube of each successive stranger until they had all fucked him more than twice and cum leaked out of his red orifice and dribbled down his bruised flesh onto the ground. After a while, Liam had stopped struggling and instead lay on the dirt crying, poz loads swirling around inside his bloodied, torn guts. Each man dressed and walked off from the crime scene. I saved the videos on my computer and still watch them regularly. The image of Liam being raped again and again for more than an hour makes me instantly hard to this day. I deleted all the Grindr profiles I had used in the crime and went back to my own personal profile where I had favourited Liam and where we usually arranged hookups. His profile was offline for more than 3 days before he finally came back online. I waited another few days so it wasn't suspicious then messaged him. "I'm so horny, I've missed you, sexy!" "Hey... I dont kno." He replied. "Im... not sure I can do sex anymore." He paused for a long time before adding "I want to see u. Im going through a lot right now and Im an emotional wreck. I dropped out of uni bcuz some shit happened that im still getting over. You're a really nice guy [NAME REDACTED]. Plz see me tonight?" I smiled. "I'm kinda busy. Next week?" "OK, I'd like that." Liam replied. "Thanks for messaging me. I rly need someone to talk to." A week later I asked if he wanted to see me. "Im not feeling well today." He responded after a delay. "I think Im coming down with the Flu."

I used to be a big tease. Making raunchy pictures of myself, making profiles on gaysites advertising my hole. But apart from bathhouses, adult theaters and an occasional cruising area I never dated men. I was one of those guys who got off on explicit reactions I got when I was chatting. Jerking off like crazy when men said they wanted to fuck me silly. And when I came I logged off. On one of the sites a guy who lived nearby complimented me on my pics. I noticed his PA and replied he had a nice cock for ravaging holes. He answered that he might give me a gift while doing that. That was the first time I met someone, other than on this site, who admitted to be a gift giver. It was a huge turn on for me. It's wild when someone wants to fuck my ass, but having someone actually saying he wants to poz me was even wilder. We kept sending each other messages and I explained that I thought it was a hot fantasy to be pozzed but didn't want it for real. We began talking on MSN Messenger and had nice raunchy cybersex. From the stories on bugshare I learned the pozzing jargon. He did ask from time to time to meet, but I never had the guts to go through it. I usually shot my load and than ended the conversation. He kept asking and saying he would't do anything I didn't want to and after a while I finally caved. I was willing to meet him. I went to his place and we didn't waste any time on chitchat. We went straight to the bedroom. The metal ring in his cock looked menacing. A real shitter shredder. I had no idea how to suck it so I licked the shaft a little bit. "Don't waste your time on blowing me, I just want to breed your ass". He was really eager, giving me no time to change my mind about the fatal fuck he was about to give me. He asked me to lie down on the bed so I lied on my back, legs drawn up my chest, exposing my NEG pussy. He positioned himself between my legs and started licking my smooth bunghole, making it slippery for his pierced glans. I started playing with my own small cock but he told me not to. "I don't want you to cum. I want you to be hot and horny for this fuck. You ready boy? You ready to be infected?" I wasn't able to say anything, my heart pounding in my chest. He draped my legs over his shoulders and then he pushed his dick between my buttocks. My sphincter didn’t mind the cold steel and swallowed it with as much greed as any other cock. The metal ring was literally plowing its way through the thin membrane of my bowels, making it ready for his toxic seed. It was the most intense fuck I ever had. A fuck that would really change my life. I finally understood those chasers who wanted to get the bug. It felt so intimate, so nasty, so surreal. When his dick was completely buried in my pussy he began to pump, scraping my asswalls with his PA, making a new home for the virus he was going to give me. “I’m fucking you. I’m fucking you” he said. I still didn't say anything, just letting everything happen. “Beg for it slut” he demanded. “This is what you wanted, beg for my toxic spooge.” I wasn't really comfortable with dirty talk. Yeah online I'm a pro, but in real life I just can't. "Say how you want my cock. Say it. Come on. I'm going to be the father of your new blood I want to hear how much you like it"" He was right, why hold back at this moment. “Give me your aids babies. Fuck my neg ass, my neg pussy. Ram your lethal babymaker in my guts.” I blurted. “Oh yeah motherfucker you really want it don’t you. You really want my bug infecting you” “yesss yesss” I moaned in ecstasy, “I want dirty cum, Sarah Palin’s seed. Fuck me fuck me” "You still haven't said 'please'" "PLEASE" I shouted. The verbal encouragement made us both even hornier then we already were. “Go on your hands and knees so I can really plow that pussy of yours” he suggested. His cock slipped out of my ass. My hole immediately missed his venomous fuckmeat. “You should see that ravaged butthole of yours. Yeah you are so gonna get knocked up with poison” Once again he the metal ring touched my ass, heralding the warm shaft that was going to invade me once more to leave behind a dose of unhealthy jizz. “Yes this is how it’s done” he grunted, and he began ramming in and out of my asshole. I didn’t have much experience in assfucking but this fuck felt great. I was too busy moaning to think of anything raunchy too say. My own small dick couldn’t get any harder. “I’m going to cum soon. I’m going to cum.” He announced “jerk off for me, let’s cum together” And so I did. It was wonderful to jack off with a dick sliding in and out of my ass. I knew I wouldn’t last long. “Yeah jack that little prick of yours. Shoot you last drop of healthy cum. Waste it on my bed sheets” This was just too much. Feeling a raw dick with a metal ring ripping through my guts, getting fucked by a stranger who’s evil enough to infect me with a lethal disease, it was all too hot. I came like I never came before. Thick ropes of cum shot out of my cock, making a mess out of his bed sheets. After my orgasm I immediately came to my senses. My whole lust for getting pozzed was gone. He knew it. The bastard wanted me to be rational again. “Oh god please stop” I pleaded “What am I doing, I can’t do it. Please stop” “Too late bitch, you’re going to get pozzed. You’re going to bleed, shit, spit and cum aids from now on. Here it comes asshole” and with that his dick spewed its lethal load in my ravaged bowels. “Fffffuck, take my load bitch take it. Oh yes, do you feel the spurts of my dirty cum?” He had pushed his cock as far in my ass as he could when he shot his noxious seed in my rectum. When he was done spraying his destructive wad he was still slowly sliding in and out of my ass. “I’m going to massage the aids in your bloodstream now.” That sentence almost made me cry. He fucked me a bit more, while I just lay there motionless, realizing what just happened. He knew I was beaten and let his dick go limp in my ass, preventing me to waste any of his cum so it could fester in my torn intestines. When he finally pulled out and I got out of bed I saw the bloodstains on his sheets. My face went pale with shock. Without a word I put on my clothes. When I was about to walk out of the door he grabbed my arm and said “relax, you’re free now”.

First post guys, I've been inspired by some really hot content on here and thought I'd stop being a spectator. Let me know what you think and if you want more. Tanner was destined to be an amazing athlete - that's what his coaches had always said, the boy had commitment, drive, energy and, above all else the raw physical stamina and speed needed to be a really great little athlete. He could pretty much get a scholarship for anywhere at the rate he was going and, two-weeks after his 18th birthday had colleges across the country begging him to attend. He was a 6ft tall, blond adonis: soft blue eyes, tan skin, gorgeous jawline with a dusting of dark blonde stubble - if athletics didn't want him, he could have made a fortune as a model: every girl who saw him wanted him and every boy was desperate to be him or, be in him. However, as far as Jake had got out of him, he'd only had two girlfriends in the past and never fucked - just some oral. So a tight little virgin too. I'm something of a sportsman myself well.... more of a hunter to be fair I'm 42 years old and probably in the best shape of my life. I'd packed on the muscle and my hairy chest expanded with even the slightest breath. I was built like a bear but with a body carved from stone after spending hours at the gym and on the field. I was a burly guy and, so I'd been told, a hot, daddy type. That suited me fine as I liked nothing more than dicking hot young twinks and jocks, letting them feel safe in my company before chemming up their innoncent cunts with G and Tina and fucking them full of my poz-babymakers. I'd played sports when I was young and there was something about the smell of a jock that got my juices going and, by far, my greatest conquest, was a local swimmer boy - Jake. A few years' ago I'd been at a swim-meat, scouring for talent when he was competing in his first adult competition: by farm the hottest boy in the entire place, fresh-faced 18 year old perfection.Tight, lean muscle, black hair, green eyes, big package - I had to have him. He ended up winning his competition and, that night, having chatted to him previously and asserted myself as a trust-worthy older jock type, invited him back to my room, smoked him out and fucked his tight, gold-medalled cunt into the chem stratosphere. Jake was a favourite bottom of mine from there on in and, right up until he left for college - we'd fucked a few of his school friends and swimming buddies into the poz brotherhood but, our dual hunts came to an end when he left: or that's what I thought. Tanner had applied to Jake's college and was thinking about joining their athletics programme. Jake had been 'buddied' up with the boy to try and convince him - Jake took that responsibility very seriously as soon as he saw Tanner's gorgeous body. I got a phone call from Jake that night, desperate for me to help him 'convince' Tanner to attend. Having heard Jake's description of the little 18 year old stud, I was intrigued and, when Jake mentioned Tanner was going to stay with him at his frat-house for the Easter weekend - couldn't turn down the invitation of pozzing another little jock boy. All of Jake's frat would be home for easter and we'd have his place to ourselves. More to come... Tanner would arrive on Friday and I would arrive on Saturday. Tanner and Jake would spend Saturday morning getting 'sports enemas' at Jake's local health centre ("you know" he'd told Tanner "it's super good for athletes") and then he'd drop Tanner off at the house where I'd be waiting before heading out on an 'errand' leaving me with the hot little, cleaned-out stud. I'd make him feel comfortable, get him used to my presence, spend the rest of the day getting in the boy's head before Jake returned with enough Tina to turn the boy from neg innocent to poz pig in three easy steps. I'd send Jake out to a dealer I knew in the area, a real 'good-guy' with a sweet supply of everything you'd need for a night of long-jock-dicking. He'd have everything I need for a four-day weekend of hole-wrecking. I'd phoned ahead - boys like Tanner don't come around so often; his initiation had to be special, dedicated and long. You don't just fuck a boy like Tanner, you have to ruin a boy like Tanner. "Mention my name to Steve" I said to Jake, "He'll have a kit ready for me - it'll have everything I need" "What about money?" Jake said I laughed, "Don't worry, Steve is going to get paid in other currency" I said, grinning. "Hahaha...sweet" Jake said and disappeared out the door leaving me in my web - waiting for my prey. Saturday came around, I'd flown cross-state rather than drive and got a taxi to the frat house from the airport. The boys were already out so, using the key Jake had sent me, I made myself comfortable, surveying the house for the perfect 'pozzing space'. Around mid-morning the door opened and the boys tumbled in, laughing like regular 'bros'. "Hey there" I shouted from the living room. "Ah, hey man!" Jake said warmly, coming into the room and giving me a bear-hug - fuck I'd missed how that tight torso felt against my own abs. "Hey, Tanner, this is Simon...Si this is Tanner...a hot new recruit" I caught Jake's eyes as he said the last words and smirked. "Hey dude" Tanner said, shaking my hand firmly. He was even better than Jake described - tall, muscular, ripped stud with short, cropped blond hair and piercing baby-blue eyes, thick calves and the roundest, most perfect little ass. The boy was gorgeous, hours in the gym, hours on the track...I couldn't wait for him to spend hours on all-fours. We all talked for a bit, laughed about the enemas (got our little friend talking about sex as quickly as we could) before Jake made his excuses and promptly left leaving me to relax and prep our gorgeous boy-toy. Tanner was awkward at first but, I soon got him talking, confiding in me - it was a gift really, I guess the age differential made boys think I was trustworthy. He told me about the girls back home and how they gave the worst head... "You ever let a boy suck you" I said nonchalantly, he visibly jumped "No!" He said, agitated I laught "jeez dude, fuck! It's just a dick and a mouth - do you honestly think it fucking matters?" He relaxed and, we went back and forth like that for a bit till I made an excuse to look at a picture hanging behind him. I stood directly in front of him, my cock visibly pulling at the fabric of my jeans, pretending to admire the painting. "Dude...you've got a monster..." Tanner said almost without thinking. "Oh, this" I said, forcing a bit more blood into my already firm dick. He looked up at me and, as he did, I saw a tiny window of opportunity. As we locked eyes, I grabbed his chin and softly kissed his beautiful lips. He pulled away for a moment, his chin still in my hand before once again joining my lips against his and kissing. For a boy without experience he wasn't a bad kisser - a bit hesitant but, that would change. I leaned in, lowering myself onto him, straddling him as he sat on the chair. "I've... I mean, I'm not..." he said, braking the kiss. "shhh" i said, pushing my tongue back into him as he moaned. "Don't worry" I whispered back, "we're just fooling around" "Yeah" he laughed, nervously, shifting his weight around on the chair so as not to let his erect cock touch me. "Listen dude, Jake isn't back for ages - let's just enjoy ourselves, yeah?" "Ok" Tanner said, as we kissed again and I slipped my hand up his polo to feel those stong, taught ab muscles. "Jesus" I thought "this boy is going to get so fucked" We made out for a long time, building his trust, elevating the boy's hormones - getting that consuming, teenage testosterone pumping through his veins. We'd moved to the floor and I'd managed to pull his pants and briefs down to expose that round little jock-butt. As we moaned into each other I began pushing the boy's boundaries - literally, maneuvering myself behind him as he squatted on all fours. "Time to show you what your anus can really do" I thought as I spat on my index finger and, finding his virgin tight boy hole, began pushing in. He started to squirm away from me but, I held his legs fast under mine and kept my finger pressing against his sphincter. A bit more saliva and my finger pushed past the tight walls of his outer ring, feeling it pulse and contract around my knuckle. The boy was going to be a tight ride, that was for sure (at least, at first anyway) and, as I massaged the lining of his cunt I couldn't help but loose myself in the silk lining of that glorious little boy-pussy, probing it with my finger like I was making love to that tight hole. It was almost too good; whole minutes passed before I realised I still had work to do - this boy wasn't nearly ready to become the cumdump he was made to be; in one move I whipped my finger out of his puckering hole. "That good baby boy?" I said, as his ass closed tight behind me. "Fuck yeah" he responded, "never knew it could feel that good" "It's going to get so much better" I whispered in his ear, resting my cockhead against his perfect butt as I bit his neck and ear. I felt him tense up as my cock rested against his hole: I loved the electricity that seemed to dance over his skin with the thrill of doing something 'forbidden', his breathing deep, shallow, masculine. "You thinking about getting fucked there boy?" He bit his lip and, I could tell he was still conflicted. "We totally don't have too" I said, teasing his hole with the tip of my finger. "Don't even worry, we can just fool around" I assured, picturing that perfect pink hole stretched about my hairy arm as I massaged some random, anonymous cum into the walls of his teenage, partied-out, boy-hole. "Yeah, maybe..Do you mind? Maybe we could just fool around a bit" he said, as I gently pushed my digit back into him. "...Besides" he moaned as I finger fucked him. "Jake will be home soon" My eyes darted to the clock on the wall above the chair... "8:45pm...15 minutes...Jake better be here then" I thought, as I worked that boy's hole over. There was going to come a point when I'd simply end up raping Tanner without some good ol'fashioned chemical lovin. I pulled my finger out of him and replaced it with my tongue: feeling him contract even more against the new experience: his clothed jock-body shivering in front of me as his outer ring quivered and expanded as my tongue probed deeper.

FROM STRAIGHT BOY TO CUMDUMP IN ONE NIGHT ----the story of my transformation---- The summer between my freshman and sophomore years of college started out as the most boring summer of my life. I had stayed at university to take summer classes and was subletting a room in a shitty four-bedroom apartment of which I was the only resident. I worked at a local movie store fifteen hours a week and was taking two classes both of which were over by two pm on Mondays and Wednesdays. The rest of the time I just spent watching Netflix going for runs, and jerking off. I had run track in high school and still kept up with my workouts keeping my lean frame in shape. At that time I was five eleven, one hundred and fifty pounds, with short-cropped black hair and the starting of a rather thick pelt of hair across my body. Puberty had come a little late to me and I had been hairless all through high school for the most part, but freshman year it had struck with a vengeance and I now grew thick coarse black leg and arm hair, my pits long bushy shrubs, and my chest hadn’t sprouted a patch in the middle but rather was slowly becoming carpeted in black hair. I loved it, I thought all the hair made up for my slight build and made me look manlier so I showed it off every chance I got. Normally when I went for a run I just ran round the campus, but on this particular day I was in a mood, bored with my solitary routine, sick of not seeing any of my friends cause they had all gone home for the summer, and over feeling trapped on campus so I made my way to a bike trail that ran through most of the town and started to run as far away from campus as I could. It was a hot day and the sweat ran down my bare torso and I jogged along for several miles. Most of the trail was bordered by trees, but every once in a while there was a gap and you could see into the back gardens of the people who’s houses back onto the trail. I had run the trail before and there was almost never anything of interest happening on it, in fact the only real appeal of the trail was that it was away from the school. I suppose before I continue with my story that I should mention that at this point in time I believed myself to be straight. This is in fact the story of how I came to realize that not only was that not true, but just how very much of a fag I really was. Despite believing myself to be straight I had always been interested in the male form. I could never help but to look when I saw a real manly man out and about. So what happened next really should have been no surprise. As I ran round a bend in the trail I found myself facing one of those patches where the trees thinned and you could seen to some random person’s back garden. This back garden however didn’t belong to just anyone. There in the clearing pushing a wheel barrow full of dead plants was a six foot six inch tall sweat soaked muscle bear. He had a strong pronounced jaw line sprinkled with salt and paper stubble, his head was shaved but the skin was tan from the sun. His arm muscles flexed under the dark bronze skin and hair as he moved the wheel barrow across the yard his bare chest glistening with sweat from the heat. Though I was staring intently at this perfect specimen of manliness I was still running until suddenly I caught my foot on a root and tumbled ass over elbow over the small bush that separated the trail from the Adonis’s backyard and landed sprawled face down on his perfectly kept grass. “Holy shit,” I heard him call out, “you ok kid?” “Yeah, I’m fine… just tripped… sorry.” I wanted to get out of there as quickly as I could even and though I was already flushed from the heat running I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I rolled over and started to stand up when the ankle that I had caught on the tree root gave way underneath me. “You don’t seem ok kid, come on… let’s get you inside and make sure that ankle’s not broken.” As he walked over to me I was overwhelmed by his smell, a thick pungent musk that I found to be intoxicating. My head was swimming as I tried to focus through the haze of his sweat stink and I hardly noticed him picking me up and helping me to stand so that we could hop back to the house. He took me into the kitchen, sat me at the table and started to unlace my shoe to look at my ankle. I barely paid attention to anything that happened, till he said it was just a bad sprain and that I should just rest my leg for a while. “How far did you run kid?” “From the north side of campus,” I replied. “Shit that’s half way across town, tell you what. I’ll drive you back later so that you don’t have to run on that twisted ankle.” I graciously took him up on his offer, and sat in the kitchen icing my ankle and watching the man, who’s name I had learned was Eric finish up the yard work before he drove me back to campus. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him and I didn’t understand why, I thought that it was because he looked like the man I whished to become, but I was wrong. When Eric had finished the yard work a little over fourth five minutes later he came back into the kitchen bringing with him that glorious smell once more. “Ok, let me grab a shirt, and right a note to my husband telling him I’m out in case he comes home from work while we’re gone, and then we’ll be off.” He said off of this as though it were the most natural thing in the world, but my head was spinning: HUSBAND? Was this perfect specimen of man a homosexual, could that be? I didn’t have much time to think before Eric had returned with an white a-line t shirt one along with the same basketball shorts he had been wearing to work in the yard. I set my foot on the ground gingerly, and Eric leaned in to help pick me up, but once he had pulled me upright he just held me for a minute and stared into my eyes. His eyes were slate blue and stood out against his tanned skin and dark hair. After what seemed like an eternity he said, “So why did you trip kid?” “Ummm…. I…” I spluttered. “I thought so,” and he leaned in and kissed me. Several things all happened at once within my body: I panicked; I tried to push him away; and my cock sprang to life becoming instantly hard. I staggered away from him for a moment my brain screaming. And then it all stopped and all that I wanted to do was be in that man’s arms, I wanted to feel him against me. I dove back into his arms, grabbed his face and stuffed my tongue in his mouth. His hands wandered up and down my back, grazing but being careful not to go past the waist band of my short bright yellow running shorts, as we kissed and I clung to him as if I never wanted to let him go. Eric broke away, “I guessed that that’s why you tripped, but I wasn’t sure till you sat in here and practically drooled as you watched me work in the garden. Plus your cock hardened every time I touched you. Your brain my not be ready to admit it but your cock certainly isn’t” He said all this staring into my eyes, his hands still roaming over my back, but with that last part he reached forward and grabbed my throbbing cock through the thin nylon on my shorts. I gasped. He smiled, “You ever been with a man, kid?” “I’m straight.” “And I’m the Queen of England,” he said, kneeling in front of me, “don’t worry boy I’ll teach you hot to please a man.” With that he pulled my shorts down exposing my rock hard cock and before I could protest further he swallowed my whole seven and a half inch cock to be base. Within seconds he had me moaning and groaning and holding on the back of his head to keep my cock from slipping out of his mouth. I started to feel my balls tensing up and seeming to sense it too Eric pulled off of my cock and stood up again. “Now you try.” “I’m straight,” Eric pulled of his shirt revealing his massive hair covered chest in all its glory. “You want this I can tell. Now get on your knees and suck my cock.” I don’t know what made me do it but I sank to my knees, Eric pulled his cock from the waistband of his shorts, smacked me in the face a few times and then I opened my mouth wide and began blowing this beautiful man. As I emulated what he had just been doing to me his cock began to grow and engorge until I was convinced that it wouldn’t fit in my mouth any longer. “Good boy, you work that man cock, get it good and hard.” What the hell was I doing? I was gagging this man’s ever hardening cock down my throat and loving every second of it. This was better then anything I had ever down with a girl. The smell of Eric’s sweat burned in my nose and I could taste the sweet salty liquid on his cock and I swallowed. He placed his big strong hands on the back of my head and guided me to begin bobbing up and down on his shaft. His cock brushed against my tonsils and I heaved for a moment before swallowing hard and feeling his cock slid down my throat. Everything was perfect. My jaw stretched as wide as it could, I felt pubes around my nose and balls against my chin and opening my eyes I found that I had slid Eric’s entire massive cock down my throat and was now sucking it with ease. I looked up at Eric and saw that he had his phone in one hand and the other holding my head in place as he started to thrust in and out of my mouth. I panicked a little, but never thought to take his cock from my mouth. There was the click of the camera and I widened my eyes in shock. “Don’t worry boy, just a pic for my husband to show him what’s waiting for him at home.” My brain was screaming at me to spit his cock out, pull my pants up and run, but my cock was throbbing, my mouth was drooling and for the first time in my life I felt an itch grown inside of me that I did not yet understand. “You’re a hot little cock sucker aren’t you.” Without knowing why I nodded, and grabbed Eric’s well built thighs pulling his cock into my mouth completely once more. “I’m gonna have some fun with you tonight.” Eric let go of my head and grabbing me under the armpits pulled me to my feet and kissed me again. This time was rougher, he shoved his tongue into my mouth and held my face close to his with his rough hands. I melted into him, feeling his warm sweaty body pressed against mine, his massive cock trapped between up. “Turn around,” he whispered in my ear. Don’t do it, my brain told me, you’re not a fag. What the hell are you doing? I turned around obediently. Eric hugged me from behind, his hands resting on my pecs as he kissed my neck. I could feel his cock nestled in my ass crack, and I couldn’t help myself, I rocked back on it rubbing his cock with my tight furry ass. Eric began to kiss down my body, his tongue tracing my spine as he once more sank to his knees. His tongue came to my tailbone and I shuddered, it was as if a bolt of electricity had gone through my body. I involuntarily arched by back. “A natural bottom,” Eric muttered and with one hand between my shoulder blades and one on my hip he forcer me to bend over so that my chest was resting on the table. He spread my ass cheeks with his hands and I felt cool air on my hole. Then something warm and wet touched my hole. Two reactions shot through me, the one from my mind of RUN, the second from my ass: GOD NEVER LET THIS STOP. It was as if the way I thought about myself and my body and what I wanted was at war with what my body was experiencing. That itch I had started to feel earlier began to become a burn and find a home in my ass Eric’s tongue brushed against my tight hairy little virgin pucker. Eric pushed down on the small of my back forcing me to push my ass out more and I felt his tongue make it’s first attempt at entering my hole. The war raged on inside my body but I made no attempts to stop Eric, I just kept moaning loudly. I could feel my hole becoming slick with his spit and weather it was from the spit or the warmth or his breath or the repeated darting actions of his tongue I could feel my hole slowly starting to relax and bloom allowing more of Eric’s tongue to dip inside. My cock was hard as a rock and dripping precum but I felt no interest in jerking off my focus was on my internal conflict and on the waves of pleasure that emanated from my steadily loosening hole. “God you have a beautiful hole, tight, pink, and furry. I love it. Nice virgin hole.” Something rough pressed against my hole for a moment along with Eric’s tongue I looked over my shoulder trying to see what he was doing and I gasped when I realized that it was his finger. He briefly sucked on his finger and then pressed it again to my hole. Now slick with spit his finger didn’t just rebound off of my tight pucker but pressed inward a little bit, but my hole resisted. Eric returned to working my hole with his tongue but kept a steady pressure on my hole with his finger. My mind was becoming foggy and the argument between my brain and my body was becoming less and less. I started to think things like: if it feels so good how can it not be what I want. Eric increased the pressure of his finger on my hole, hocked a big glob of spit onto my hole and suddenly something gave way and his finger just slid inside of me. I gasped, it didn’t hurt, not at all, it was like a when you finally manage to scratch a really bad itch on your back that you couldn’t reach; and there ended my internal strife, a decision had been made, my body won and silenced my brain. I pushed back against his finger trying to swallow more of it up. Eric responded by slowly and deliberately sliding his finger in and out of my hole making me moan loudly. I felt sweat spring up on my back and it was hard to catch my breath. Eric chuckled softly to himself and withdrew his finger. I felt empty and alone for a moment and then I felt the finger return but it was thicker this time; two fingers. He repeated the same process until over the course of the next half hour he had worked all four fingers into my hole and was slowly twisting them in and out of my now loosened hole. Eric kissed my ass cheek and stood up with drawing his fingers from my hole. God I missed his fingers, the transformation that had taken place within me over the past forty minutes was complete. I no longer questioned what I was feeling and I knew that I wanted to keep his fingers inside my hole forever. That is until what happened next. Eric rapped an arm around me and pulled me up from my bent position, kissing my neck, his warm musky body pressed against my own. “You have such a sweet virgin hole boy,” he shifted his weight, “but I think you’re hole is ready for more,” with his free hand he bent his cock down from where it rested in my ass crack and aimed it at my now slick and loosened hole, “what do you say we bust that cherry?” I was grinding my ass back against his cock, relishing each time I felt his cock snag on my ass ring, but this was not enough for Eric. He let go of my chest and pushed me back down on the table so that my ass was once again spread out before him. My whole body seemed to have become electric and I sensed every tiny shift that Eric made as he shifted himself into position and began to ever so gently press his thick mushroom headed cock against my hole. His four fingers had opened my up a lot but my hole as still far to tight for Eric’s cock, he pushed harder, hocking up another big glob of spit right onto where his cock head met my hole. The itch I had felt earlier was getting worse, I felt as though there was a burning inside of my hole and only getting Eric’s monster cock inside of me could make it stop. I flexed my ass muscles and twitched my hole like I was taking a shit and felt for a brief moment my hole open up and a tiny bit of Eric’s mushroom head slip inside. I did it again this time pushing back against his cock and felt a little bit more slide inside. “Jesus, you can’t wait to pop that cherry can you boy? Alright then lets do this. When I push you flex your hole.” Eric grabbed me by the hips and started to push hard against my hole, he managed to force a little bit of the head inside without my help but then I flexed my hole and between his pressure and my open hole the head of his cock shot into my ass with a pop. It felt like a soda can had just been shoved up my ass, but I loved it, I wanted more. Eric stopped pushing for a moment, then spat on his cock and pushed hard again sinking about another inch of his cock inside me. He did this several more times till at long last I felt his thick black pubes against my ass and his balls resting against mine. Sweat covered my whole body and I was shaking a little. My hole was twitching around Eric’s cock trying to pull more of him inside of me. After what seemed like a glorious eternity he began to pull out until only the massive mushroom head remained in my hole, and then just as slowly he pushed back in again. A whimper escaped from my lips. “You like that thick cock deep inside you boy? You like feeling your cherry disappear as my cock invades your sweet wet boy cunt?” “Yes,” I said breathlessly. There was no denying what I wanted, no claims of being straight, no claims of wanting to be a top either, my cock was hard as a rock but I had no interest in it, all that mattered was Eric’s cock. “What do you want now boy?” Eric pulled out to the tip again, “Do you want me to fuck your boy cunt?” He plunged back in, harder then he had before, “You want me to pound your hole?” “Yes,” I moaned. “Yes what?” He withdrew again. “Yes I want you to fuck me.” And there it was, there was no taking it back, I had admitted what I wanted. “Good answer boy.” Holding me by the waist Eric started to make me grind forward and back on his cock and he pulled in and out picking up his pace rapidly until in a short while he was hammering away as though he were fucking a well broken in hole. I was moaning like a bitch in heat and I knew it. Everything else in my mind had gone blank and all that I could focus on as my hole and his cock. Faster and faster he went, now slamming his cock in hard so that the room filled with the sound of flesh smacking flesh. He grabbed my shoulders for better leverage and I started to buck back harder, meeting each thrust with equal force. By now I was practically screaming my vocabulary reduced to three phrases: Yes; Please; and Fuck me. “You wanna ride my cock boy?” “Fuck yes” Eric pulled his cock from my ass with a soft squelch and layer down on the floor his cock sticking straight up to the ceiling. I practically flung myself on his cock, positioning it at the opening of my no longer virgin hole and sitting down hard. I bounced up and down letting gravity pull me back onto Eric’s cock each time. Both of us were covered with sweat and it was as if the whole world smelled of sex. Eric’s breathing began to change and he started to buck his cock up into me as I rode. Quicker and quicker he pounded till after ten more minutes he growled, “I’m going to cum, I’m so fucking close. I’m gonna breed that sweet cunt and make you into a real bottom boy.” “Yes breed me,” I groaned, not really knowing what I was saying. “You want my seed boy?” “God yes!” “Ok, well get ready cause…. FUCK!” He never finished his sentence he just grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me to bottom out on his cock while I felt his shaft pulse and throb deep in my guts and a new kinda warmth spread through my body. His cum filled my hole and started to leak out a little down his cock onto his balls. I was panting, but my lust was unslaked. I leaned in and kissed Eric as he had kissed me before he started eating out my hole, rough and hungry. I ran my hands up and down his hairy body feeling the mixture of the hair with the sweat. Eric pulled me close and kissed me too before just hugging me to his chest, his cock still buried deep in my stretched out hole. “Jesus when you sent me a picture of some cock sucker on your tool I expected to find a twink waiting at the door to suck my cock, not find you with your cock still inside of his cunt and your load leaking out.” I sat up, dropping down all the way on Eric’s cock in so doing and gasped, when I heard the new voice. “I took one look at this cherry hole and I had to breed it.” Eric said to the new comer. “Cherry hole you say. Well then I’ll need to taste it too.” “Kid this is my husband Matt. Hope that hole’s feeling good cause it’s in for a long night.”

As a top, I love to know that the guy I fuck has been used by hundreds of guys before me. I don't know why, but knowing how much loads and cocks he has taken before is such a turn on for me. I love my bottoms slutty and loaded. It's like when you fuck a guy and discover he is already loaded. It's always a pleasant surprise. Any top studs thinking the same? Do you bottoms like to impress tops with your personal records and emptied-cocks history?

This is a true story: On 1/28/16 I was diagnosed as being POZ , the news hit my BF and I hard as he too tested POZ. Over the last year we had been doing a lot of PNP and had not been taking our meds the way we should have, so we have no one to blame but our selves. I'm not going to hide what my status is so on groups like this and others I listed I was now POZ. With in hours I started to get emails asking me to give them the gift of becoming POZ. This one person kept hounding us to no end , so my BF and l went to a local Starbucks to meet him and try to talk him out of this for 3 hours, as he kept saying either we POZ him or he will find someone else. All the wile my dick is getting harder and harder just thinking of doing this, before he leaves we tell him to do a very deep clean out like you are going to be fisted. Later I ask my BF how he felt about doing this and he said if he could bend him over the table and dry fuck right in Starbucks. We call him back and said we will do it as we have friend who place we can use. As we ride over to Brooklyn our dick are raging hard and can't wait to start. We told the one we are about to POZ that we are bring over some friends to witness this and he agrees. Once we get there we ask him for the last time about taking our toxic loads that could make him POZ , all he says is he wants it. He is on the bed and I take out a dildo get him on all fours, I spit on his pink hole and start to work it in his so to be wreck hole. The only lube we will use is our toxic spit. As we both have a PA this might help as I lost the coin flip as to who is to be first. My BF is not going to be gentle as this is not love but to do all we can to bury our toxic seed in his ( We hope ) in his former neg hole and he gets his wish of being POZZED for life. I get sloppy seconds but it's ok as his hole is now well lube hole with my BF cum. I'm really getting off as the people watching are calling him a pig and he is getting off as they are also using him as a urinal when they have to piss. We even have him clean off our dicks after we shoot our loads in his hole. By the time we are finished the BF and I dump 4 loads each in his hole and after we are finished we shove a large butt plug in his hole and tell him to not take it out for 8 hours and give us a call about what comes out. Then we kick him out and the real party starts as we now become the cum dumps for thous who witness this.

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

After many years of not being safe and testing neg for those years, I was told I am now POZ. After the initial scare and shock that was the first couple days I realized that now, I can finally fulfill fantasies I've had, without those fucking condoms. I'm bi, and a bottom, and I absolutely love to let men, alone or in groups, fuck my hole for their use and pleasure. And now, I can do it the way I want it. All bareback, and all their loads inside me. Thanks to the first guy that fucked me hard, used my hole, and proceeded to drain his balls deep inside me...I knew I liked it. I learned I LOVED it when I rolled off the bed and his cum was leaking out and down my leg. So he did the exact same thing 2 more times that night. I became a slut, not only for cock, but for raw cock and their loads inside me. I would ask guys, bare or safe. They say safe, I say bye.. They say bare, I ask, in me or on me. If they say anything other than in me I tell them to reconsider. If they don't change their mind, I find or call a top that is happy to fuck me raw and dump his loads in me. I realized a long while ago that my purpose in my sexual life was to be a "guy" that's sole purpose was to please men, let them fuck me bareback, and leave their seed deep inside me. I knew at that time that I'd do what they want. I've worn lingerie for so many men, at their request, so they could "use a sissy slut bottom". Other men will have me strip just inside their door, shower and prep my fuckhole for him, or him and his friends, if the like. If a men make feel like I was used to my ability. If they pull out and I have a pool of cum at the base of my ass, or running out and down over my balls. If during their fucking of me they referred to me as a slut, faggot, or sissy, they didn't win my heart...they won my hole for them to use as much as they want. I also like to be "put on display" for people to watch while I get used. Adult bookstores and theaters are wonderful places for that, and others can join in. I typically go into a booth and strip to nothing, leaving the door cracked so they can look in and see that I am available. I absolutely love to see what size and color cock is going to pop through the gloryhole next. I don't just suck em, I lube the first one up, bend over and back up to it at the hole. I've recently began to do a little pnp. In a home, with other guys or tops. It makes me feel like I can take on every cock that comes my way. I want them all regular white cock all the way up to massive black cock. Mmmm, BBC! Before any of them start playing with me, I get us on to a couple webcam sites, 3 at the same time. I let the people watching know what I'm going to do, and how the guys are going to do it. Then it happens. Suddenly we have up to 1k of people between the 3 sites watching me offer myself up to men, sometimes being fucked so hard it looks violent. Seeing the comments of me being a slut make me happy. They see it and know it, they didn't even get to fuck me. Love cam stuff, being watched and showing off. Every time works for me. Some of those times were played safe because the top wanted it. Not anymore. Now that I have this lil bug, that rubber is worthless. So now my fantasies have been altered. I will do the same as before in the bookstores. However, I'll take a friend or a top, and they will inform the men that there are absolutely no condoms allowed inside me. Just raw, bare, hard cocks pumping their baby batter deep inside me with each thrust. The one I really want to happen is my first trip to a bath house. I'll get a room for a day or night, maybe the weekend. The door will be left open with a sign that reads "POZ slut bottom, no condoms, no pulling out. Cum inside, pull out, and let the next guy in." The want to make that happen is so great I have to decide on Chicago or Indianapolis for the bath house. Then a craigslist ad, party info on A4A, or BBRT to get the real men in there and in me who aren't afraid to use a slut bottom like me. I have some things to plan now

Keep going. I'm on the edge of my seat (as well as the edge of my orgasm).

It's not something I thought about however I did meet a top who wanted me to put on lingerie to fuck me and it massively turned me on, he used to like dressing me up in panties or in a corset which really made me feel demasculised and like I deserved to be fucked. After that I really liked the idea of being recorded and photographed while being fucked like that.

I was born to be fucked by other men. I am a proud gay man. I was born this way. I have no desire to top. My dick is for personal pleasure only. My pussy feels best with cum oozing out of it.

I won't be in the host hotel, but I"m just around the corner in the Travel Lodge. I can't wait for the 7 hour piss party...pissing AND bareback fucking...

Here's my video. Could some of you guys have a vacay here soon? #inneedofseed http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/My-Asian-Ass-Getting-Bred-By-White-Daddy-27991461

I've watched my share of GGG porn, and had the same thought. The Germans do piss porn and cum drenching like no one else. And yeah, sometimes I've imagined that there are a couple of nice blonde twinks under that waterfall of piss and cum. Straight water sports just don't do it for me - good piss scenes need dicks, not slits. While you can find domestic twink piss vids, they just seem to be tolerating it, don't swallow, etc. The GGG people could teach our guys a lesson in swallowing, wallowing, swapping mouthfuls of piss and cum - and enjoying all of it. So fucking hot.

(B)Readers, Sorry not to have posted the next chapter. I'm having a little trouble working it out to my liking, and I'm having a ferocious couple of weeks. Hopefully I can do bits and have something up in a few days. Thanks for the feedback and encouragement. It really helps.

Here's what I've been reading here in the US: How soon after starting PrEP will I be protected? How long do I have to keep taking it to maintain that protection? SEXUAL EXPOSURE Before: The best available evidence suggests that, after starting daily Truvada, it takes 7 days to reach maximum protective effect against potential rectal exposures, 20 days for vaginal exposures. Investigation into this question is ongoing, and some researchers tell us that 7 days is conservative and there may be very good protection after only 4 days. After: It is advised that you continue to take Truvada daily for 28 days after your last possible exposure to HIV. If you have an active hepatitis B infection, talk to your doctor before you stop Truvada. Stopping Truvada can cause active hepatitis B to get worse quickly. Note for Transgender Men: we do not have good evidence about how well these guidelines may apply to you. The guidelines came from studies that were limited to cisgender men who have sex with men and cisgender and transgender women. Non-daily Dosing: In a study called IPERGAY, researchers found that non-daily dosing was also effective for some people. CDC has not endorsed the IPERGAY regimen and recommends daily dosing for PrEP. For more information about the IPERGAY study, please click here:http://on.fb.me/1bF9HhV. INJECTION EXPOSURE There is no good data on how long you need to take daily Truvada in order to have protection against an injection exposure to HIV. It takes 20 days of daily dosing for Truvada to reach maximum concentration in blood. However, even at maximum concentration, we do not know how well, or even if, Truvada protects against acquiring HIV from an injection exposure. There have been no clinical studies that examined this. Nonetheless, CDC recommends PrEP for people who inject drugs (http://1.usa.gov/1HfclIQ). Sources: http://www.cdc.gov/hiv/basics/prep.html http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/25409469 http://cid.oxfordjournals.org/content/60/5/804.full.pdf http://betablog.org/iprex-update-with-robert-grant/

Both are very satisfyng in their own ways. One-on-one can be loving, tender, romantic, sweet. It can also be extremely powerful, painful, lustful, and aggressive. To me, one on one is a contest to see who can please the other the most. In a group setting, it is hedonistic, animalistic, and exciting. For me, when faced with multiple tops, it is simple, pure, unadulterated sex. Its all about both parties achieving orgasm as many times as possible. I feel especially sexy beacuse I am desired and able to please multiple men at one time, each one wanting to gve me their individual DNA.

I know a top exactly like you. Very bi, very masculine, total top. He loved it when I acted fem in bed, called me girly names. He liked watching straight porn while sitting on his sofa, drinking a beer, while I sucked him off. His term for my dick was "bitch clit" and my ass "boy pussy/cunt", saying shit like, "Yeah you dirty slut, play with your bitch clit while I eat your boy pussy. Then I'm gonna rip that cunt apart with this big dick you love so much! Tell me you want me to breed your pussy, you fuck whore! If you was a real bitch, I'd knock you up and leave you preggos because you know you love catching jizz in your cunt like a the dick hungry slut you truly are!" He loved eating my "pussy" out, getting his cock sucked, and fucking me until my hole was as loose as a cheap whore on payday. But not once did he ever touch my dick, let alone give me oral...not that I wanted him too. For me, its all about focusing on my hole.

If fly you to NY to imprefnate me with your toxic child

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

I was 19 years old. It was a Saturday night and I was extremely horny. I received a message on my dating website. An older man messaged me about meeting up. He was far away but I couldn't escape curiosity.I drove over an hour to get to him. I messaged him once in front of his house and was directed to come right in. I walked in the house was extremely dark. I was scared but I continued as he told me to come to the back room. He pushed me on the bed and shoved my head to his dick. I opened my mouth and he began to fuck my face. I kept choking and he thrusted harder. With every thrust my mouth drizzled fluid out. His moans began to get louder and louder. He pushed my head down and held me on my stomach. He pulled my shirt off and pulled off my shorts. He instructed me to get my ass up. I obliged. I asked if he had protection.....he didn't answer. I felt his dick slide right into my asshole. It hurt and I moaned in pain. The more I moaned in pain the harder he thrusted. He held me down with his hands on my back. I moaned and begged to go on my back. He pulled me over, grabbed my ankles tight and spread me. Again he shoved his dick in and continued to fuck me. I could see his naked dick pounding away. I wanted him to put a condom on but I was powerless. It felt too good and receiving him was my only option. Faster he fucked I moaned more. His face an image of pure pleasure clenched followed by an enormous moan. He hunched over me as if all energy was spent. His dick motionless in my asshole slowly came out. The feeling of his seed dripped down my balls. He got up and gave me my clothes. I left with shakey leggs and an asshole wet and used.

Part XIV There I was, on the floor, too drunk to hardly move, someone pulling on my arm trying to drag me into that room, a guy trying to close the door and pushing me to go in, and two buddies trying to drag me back away from that room. I kind of glanced up to see who had ahold of my arm and think it looked like my bud from the parade. My two buddies each had a leg and trying to pull me away from there. Kind of a turmoil there for bit and with them pulling my legs my pants were starting to slip down and I could feel the cool floor on my bare ass. Then, one of my buddies yelled at the door guy to let me go as I was just there to support them and was straight. He yelped and let go and my buddies were able to drag me away from the door finally. My arm came free and the door closed and my buddies both went over backwards and we ended in a pile with my pants clear to my knees and me on my face and one buddy on top of me. They were both laughing hard now and trying to get untangled and then laughing more as they realized my pants were down and the one buddy was laying on top of me with his hard cock pushing the material of his pants against my crack. We finally got untangled and they had to help me up and help pull my pants up. They both were smirking at me and I asked what was up. They both laughed some more and told me it looked like me as I had a hell of a hard on then. They finally got me back to our table. We sat down and I was basically just sitting there in a stupor. They were talking about their experiences in that room. Then one of them remembered that when they had come out our parade bud had his hand down the back of my pants. He started questioning me about how the hell that had happened? Being so far gone I was at a loss as to what to say mostly. Then finally admitted that, I had been drunk as hell at that parade and somehow how been fucked by him there. I didn't say anything about all of the others though. They both started laughing then again and next thing I knew I was drinking another mixed drink without realizing it. My buddies were pretty much blown away finding out I had been fucked at the parade. They really started kidding me about that and then were wondering how I had not been pozzed from it. I told them the real reason for the trip to the hospital then had been to get PEP. When they had got tested, I had also and came back neg when they came back poz. That started more laughing and joking. Pretty soon I said I had to pee bad. I found I was still way too drunk to get up though and both buddies helped me up and walked me to the toilet. We soon found out I was too drunk to get my damn dick out too starting more drunken laughter. They then steered me from the urinal to the handicapped stall to help me get it out. This let them drop my pants and they went clear to my ankles. My dick was out though but I had to lean over and put both hands on the wall to hold myself up as I started to pee. I was vaguely aware that my buds were talking about my ass. They both agreed that it sure looked good for a little bit older guy than they were. As I finally got the pee started, one of my buds reached out and surprised me by squeezing my ass and telling me it was no wonder that I got fucked at the parade as it felt great as well as looked great. Before I realized it he had ahold of my hips and I felt what appeared to be is hard bare cock against my ass crack. He told the other bud, that yep, it sure did feel good too. I was just aware that his cock was hard as a rock too and felt something wet as he slid it up and down my crack. Later, found out it was his precum and he produce a lot of that and had my crack really lubed from that. Then, just as I was finishing peeing, I felt the head of his cock at my hole and he was pushing. Pop, and his cock head went into my ass and then he shoved the whole thing in with one last shove. I almost went down and probably would have if he hadn't had a good grip on my hips. I mumbled something about what the hell are you doing? Was pretty incoherent really. He told me to hang on he couldn't resist and started to plow the hell out of my hole then. Good thing he had a good grip on me as I could not have stood up without it. He rammed the hell out of me with long deep hard strokes. He must have really been turned on as it couldn't have been more than 5 minutes and he jammed his cock home as deep as he could and leaned over me and told me he was cumming and filling me up good with his poz cum. I could only moan. My bud wiggled his cock around in my hole a bit and then pulled out as his cock was going down. Before I could move, the other buddy stepped behind me and holding me upright also, rammed his hard cock in me all the way in one thrust. He immediately went into overdrive and pounded my ass relentlessly hard. He again, did not last more than 5 minutes and as he rammed his cock home and started to pulse as his cum flooded my ass. He leaned over me and told me he hoped I enjoye their two loads of poz cum in my hole. As he did this I felt my own cock explode as I was cumming too.

My first true story. ********************************************************************************************************** I'm currently on my holiday in Gran Canaria. The second morning, when at Playa Del Ingles, I decided I wanted to be completely used, so I hooked up to Grindr and Recon on my ipad. I had many messages but none were offering what I wanted, as I really wanted to be a cumdump slave for some guy. After about an hour of trawling through the apps I received this message on Recon from a Master: "Hi, slave4jocks666, you horned up and wanting cock?" He also sent a profile pic. Bingo. This Master was Spanish and was on holiday from Madrid, was 36 years old, 6' and had a 9" cock. Without hesitation I replied "Yes, Sir," and sent him a pic of my ass. He replied "Good boi. You like bareback, boi?" Again my reply was "Yes, Sir." "Good boi. Sir is very busy at the moment, but can meet up with you later, say 8:OO PM, and I will buy you lunch in return. You will do as instructed, no questions asked." "Yes, Sir." "Now boi, it is 10:00 AM. I want you to completely douche yourself clean and, when done, message me when for additional instructions." "Yes, Sir." I went to the toilet, did my morning ritual, and then went into the shower, removed the showerhead, ensured the water was luke warm, lubed-up my hole, and, to be sure my ass was thoroughly clean, I slid the pipe into my ass several times. Then I went back on to Recon and messaged Sir, saying "Sir, I am completely clean." Within a few minutes Sir replied "Good boi. Now, do you have a butt plug?" "Yes, Sir," I replied, as luckily I had brought one while on holiday. "Good. Now, here is what I want you to do next. Put in the plug, and, if you have one, put on a cock ring, and then put on your tightest pair of speedos. Then send me a pic of yourself." I did as instructed and sent the pic to Sir in a message. He replied saying "Good boi. Now I want you to go to the Dunes and get as many loads in that boi cunt as you can, and make sure you plug it after each load." "Yes, sir." "Get going, bitch." With that I was out the door, on my way to the Dunes. I reached the cruising area of the Dunes in about half an hour, and while walking around, I was eventually approached by a cute looking Spanish lad in a pair of tight white speedos that showed his cock. He must have been 7". After a few signals we were inside some bushes where he forced me straight to my knees, whipped-out his cock and forced me to suck it. While I was sucking, he reached over to feel my ass. I hoped this was a sign he wanted to fuck me, but when he felt the plug, he seemed to hesitate. I thought my chances had been ruined, but no, he muttered 'puto', which is Spanish for gay slut. He then pushed me back onto his dick, and I resumed sucking while he explored my hole which was still plugged-up. After about 10 minutes he was completely hard and horned. He pulled the plug out of my ass, turned me around, bent me over, and at that moment I realized a crowd was watching us. In one shove he thrust his dick right into my ass. Honestly, I wasn't ready, but thought to myself 'I'll have to get used to this'." ******************************************************************************************************** Part 2 to cum - if I get good feedback.

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PART 1 It was sometime mid-70's that I decided to buy and flip my first house. I was about 25 years old, single, and had nights, weekends, and summers to do the work. My sister was a realtor and was willing to keep an eye out for just such a venture. I was a teacher who barely made a living and was wanting to have some spending money. Understand that I had saved some money and gotten some more when my grandparents died leaving me a small legacy as well as a godparent who had provided for me in his will. Now, I wanted to make that legacy grow rapidly. Some time mid-March, my sister called and told me she had found the house for me to flip. It was an older home that had an extra large living room, one bedroom, one bathroom, an eat-in kitchen, enclosed back porch, full basement including a coal room, fenced yard, and a relatively new 2-car garage. Looking at it and having it inspected all that it needed was to be cleaned out, painted inside and out, update some plumbing, upgrade the bathroom and kitchen, and install carpet. It sounds like a lot but I was willing to take the time and gamble. The house was in a neighbourhood that was being revitalized by new younger owners who were taking over from original owners. Now, saying all of this one might think why bother to do all the work that was obviously needed. The house had been rental property with good tenants and had run the depreciation life of the owners. It was under priced at fifteen thousand but with the improvements could easily be sold for thirty-five thousand. Closing didn't happen until after Memorial Day and that left me four days until I was free for the summer. Perfect timing. Late Friday afternoon when I had finished my year, I was at my newly acquired property taking measurements and laying out a plan and list of everything I would need. I got up early Saturday morning and went shopping piling everything into the back of my pickup. Everything was put on the enclosed back porch. I then began ripping out carpet and padding taking the strips to the garage. My work was on its way. I had been working for two weeks when I heard someone knocking on the front door. I went to the door and opened it finding a tall lanky guy with a big television set resting on the porch railing. "May I help you?" I asked. "I'm bringing back your tv," he said. This guy was about my age. He was tall probably around 6 feet 3 inches to my 5 feet 10 inches. He had rather long light brown or sandy hair that was bushy. I weighed 155 pounds at the time, and he probably weighed that or maybe even less. He was so lanky and lean looking. He had on a white t-shirt that revealed a broad chest and decided large biceps. Hair sprouted up over the top of his t-shirt which matched the volume he had on his forearms. He had me beat for sure as I was just a small time runner and swimmer. Still, I found him attractive. "Sorry to disappoint you, but that isn't my tv," I said. "I just bought the house. It must belong to the former tenants." "Oh. Well, do you have a way to get in contact with them?" he asked. "No. They weren't my tenants. I could give you the name of the previous owners. They might know how to get in touch with them." I offered. "Okay. Uh, do you mind if I bring this in though? I don't want to leave it out here or in my car," he said. "Sure. Let me help," I said opening the storm door and locking it open. I went outside, and the two of us picked up the heavy table top set and moved it inside setting it on the floor. "They paid for the repairs already. I can't believe they haven't called to let us know they were moving," he said. "Well, there's no accounting for some people's thought processes. Come on back to the kitchen where I have the information," I said. I turned and began walking through the living room toward the kitchen followed by the delivery guy. I rummaged through my papers finding the name and number of the previous owners. I wrote it on a piece of paper and handed it to him. "Are you doing all the work here yourself?" he asked. "Yes. It's an investment. I'm tearing out all the old and putting in new and updating where it's needed," I said. "I should be able to sell it for a nice profit unless something goes wrong. Would you like to see all of it?" "Oh, yeah. I'd like that," my unexpected guest said. I took him on the grand tour much as it was ending in the basement. "This is what I haven't figured out just what to do with yet. It will need a heating source if it's going to be of any use. What I find really interesting is the old coal storage room. It still has the exterior coal door but that's welded shut now. There aren't any windows, and it's totally black when the door is closed." I laughed. "I have had some fun thinking about how the room could be used." I laughed again. "I don't understand. What do you mean?" he asked looking at me cocking his head. I motioned for him to follow me. I opened the door and stepped inside. He followed me inside, and I closed the door. "OH, MAN!" he said.

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

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

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

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I turned my attention to my playkit, extracting everything I would need to complete Tanner's conversion from negboy to cumdump: pipe, Tina, points. I also took the opportunity of turning the thermostat way up - no point leaving anything to chance. I was only out of the living room for a few minutes but, on my return, Tanner had definitely 'changed'. He seemed totally calm, greeting me like I was long-lost friend and happy to see I'd grabbed more of the alco-pop which he was contently sipping on now that the taste of G had gone. I stood, shirtless, before Jake, pouring him another glass of drink and flexing my back at Tanner, bending over slightly so he got a good view of my thick, muscled daddy-butt. Jake smiled at me, licking his lips. Jake looked about ready to suck me off himself, forgetting our main goal entirely. "Not yet boy" I murmured authoritatively. I stepped back over to Tanner, filling his glass with more pink liquid and mussing his hair. This time he didn't even seem to mind the gesture and I gently pushed my luck, running my hand down the small of his neck and shoulder. His eyes fluttered shut and Jake winked at me. "Hey dude" Jake said, "you don't mind if I toke a bit of weed right?" he said, pipe and cannabis in hand? "No way man" Tanner smiled back, a little dazed, "It's totally cool dude - you got enough for all of us?" He asked, hopefully, licking his stoner-surfer lips. He suddenly turned to me: "Ah, sorry man...you don't mind do you? I mean, it's cool if you do, I just..." "Of course not boys...I was thinking the same myself" I said, removing my pipe and packing it with Tina. Tanner watched, entranced as Jake took a good, long toke of weed and blew the thick, acrid smoke into the room. As the smoke descended around Tanner and I, I met his eyes - full of innocence and naivety with more than a hint of growing darkness. "Join in bro" Jake said, as I offered Tanner my pipe "What is it?" He asked, licking his lips, and taking the pipe in his hands. "Real fucking good is what it is" Jake laughed, another stream of smoke emanating from his mouth. Tanner seemed reassured that Jake was smoking too and lifted the pipe to his lips...we watched in anticipation of his transformation. A seasoned stoner for sure, Tanner got the pipe going with hardly any effort or instruction: "Careful" I said as smoke escaped the pipe, wrap your boy-mouth about it like your sucking it and breathe" I said "good, that's it...in and out, in and out". Jake couldn't help but laugh under his breath as the final hurdle to Tanner's corruption vanished in the heat of that pipe. He nearly coughed but, managed to catch himself as I rubbed his back: he kept the smoke in him for a good while before exhaling a thick, white cloud of smoke through his mouth and nostrils like a proper whore. "whoah" he said "Again" I said, pushing the pipe back to his lips and lighting it for him. He sucked again, taking that life-changing smoke deep into his tight body, forcing out all remnants of fear or nervousness. "That's good" he said, exhaling again. "Again!" I ordered, once more forcing him to take another hit before letting him sink back into the couch in a cloud of thick smoke. I re-packed the pipe as Jake peeled off his top; all the while watched by Tanner. A bead of sweat rolled down Jake's neck and over the taught flesh of his tan pecs. I took a hit of the pipe and, as Tanner watched his friend stretch, covered his mouth with mine and blew the contents of my lungs into him.. "shotgun" he whimpered as I withdrew, whisps of smoke curling out the side of his lips. "Shotgun" I responded, taking one more hit and, this time full-on kissing Tanner. We rolled the smoke back and forth for a bit as my tongue conquered him, forced him to accept his role for the night, hot little bottom-bitch desperate for cock and cum - breaking whatever remained of his negboy will. The thermostat was doing it's job, the room was a warm, heady mix of cannabis, Tina and sexual heat. I'd laid Tanner out on the couch as I continued to kiss him - across from us, Jake stroked his growing meat through the khaki of his shorts as beads of sweat rolled down his body. Tanner was as good as mine and I needed to reinforce his role for the night - test his new-found, chemical confidence. I pulled him to my chest and peeled off his top revealing that perfect jock-body, ripples of muscle, tight, sun-kissed skin and perfect nipples. A light trail of fur leading to his warm crotch. I unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor, leaving only the white briefs he wore constraining his growing dick. Jake had read my mind and was already naked, stroking his long shaft on the seat opposite, totally relaxed and in pig-heaven. "Wanna suck some cock baby boy?" I whispered to Tanner, kissing him swiftly, forcing my tool against his abs. He moaned, breathing into our kiss "Good boy" I said. With that, I thrust him towards Jake. His jeans caused him to fall, head first in front of Jake's beautiful, 10 inch cock. He looked excitedly at his friend, at his round cock-head with a droplet of pre-cum on the tip and wasted no-time going down on him, taking his friend's cock into his boy-mouth. I finished undressing the boy as he sucked Jake, pulling off those helpful jeans and freeing the boy's nice, veiny cock from his pants, throwing them to a corner of the room - he wouldn't be needing those for a long, long time. Tanner was now, completely undressed, and Jake and I got different views of that perfect mass of atheltic muscle underneath that tan skin, pulsing with each slurp of Jake's dick, smothered in a thin layer of boy-sweat, Tanner tried to take more than few inches of Jake into his mouth but, couldn't. Taking a sip of his drink, Jake grabbed Tanner's head and pushed a good four inches of his cock down his friend's throat, pinning him to his crotch with a strong grip. "Nice" I thought: the clean-cut Jake I once knew was totally gone, replaced by a burgeoning dom-top with a lethal prize brewing in his balls. Tanner's body bucked against Jake's assault, forcing his ass into the air as he struggled to breathe - as he bucked, he pushed his hole out to me and, I couldn't resist - I dove straight in, licking his perfect boy-cunt Tanner's perfect hole, preparing another dose of T for the boys aching hole. Tanner moaned as Jake pushed more cock into his throat. His hole pulsed again and I removed my tongue, immediately ramming my T'd up finger into that boy-cunt roughly pushing past his outer ring and into that velvet chute of his. He tried to pull off my finger but Jake's grip was tightvand Tanner stayed put as I massaged the cystal into his blood stream. As the crystal melted in the warmth of his hole, I felt him relax and the familiar wave of electric heat vibrate through him as I continued to explore his bowels. "Good boy" I said, pushing down on the small of his back to give my finger more leverage. "Good fucking boy" "Just sit on my finger...that's it, good boy, really suck it in"

As the clock reached 9pm, I pulled my tongue out of him - kneeling behind him to admire my work. Tanner's little boy-pussy was begging to get filled as it glistened with spit, radiating jock-boy warmth. Tanner's cock had snaked out of his briefs and was oozing a stream of clean, teen-boy pre-cum; a whole silver thread of it connected his cock to a pool below. As I looked at the boy before me I couldn't help but marvel at his genes. Surfer God body with the face of a chiseled jock model - their wasn't an angle, pants around his knees, t-shirt pushed up his back, from which he couldn't be admired; his sparkling, innocent eyes fluttering against the pleasures emanating from his anus. "I'll get you there" I thought to myself as I dove under him, looping my tongue about the string of pre-cum oozing from his cock. Swirling it around my mouth: savouring the sweet, salty taste of his negboy juice - like 18 year-old, fine fucking wine: this boy literally tasted as good as he looked and I licked up every last drop of his perfect pre-spunk from the floor under him - running my tongue across the slick floor till it was clean and gone. As I finished, I quickly tossed Tanner around, pulling his tight, tan frame under my naked, muscled body, joining him in a deep, penetrative cum-kiss - pushing my slick, pre-cum covered tongue into his surprised mouth, forcing him to taste it, enjoy it: his own, pure, sweet teen-boy pre-jizz, swirling it round his hot mouth as I held him in place. He barely resisted; his senses in overload. He made a vain attempt to try and kick me off him but couldn't - or didn't. Either way, he eventually let out a deep sigh and reciprocated the kiss, swapping his sweet nectar back and forth with me, eventually swallowing it as we broke the kiss. "Such a fucking slut" I thought, running my hands through his blonde hair. The door-bell rang as I wiped my mouth along my forearm, smelling remnants of his precious pre-jizz in the fur of my forearm. Tanner suddenly seemed to wake-up as soon as he heard the door-bell. "Fuck!" he almost yelled, fumbling to get out of me like a caged animal. "Come on Dude" he whispered, nervously struggling to pull his jeans up from around his knees. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck" he chided as I got up, pulled on some sweats and strode to the door.

Part II I followed him fifty feet behind. I was saying to myself how I could consider such an old ugly troll as a sex partner. But I was all to horny to think Clear and my Dick wanted to have sex With the ugly old man like crazy. Yes I wanted it bad, even if it was dificult to acept it to myself. I was all the time rock hard. I followed him five Blocks and in all this time he dident look back at me to se if i was following him. That make me insecure and a bitt small. I even wanted him more. He stoped in front of an old building, smilled at me and open the door. I followed him and come in, He clouse the door and He gave me a botle of poppers and told me to sniff it, i did as he told me and when the russ come he French me like no tomorrow. It was like he has in his mouth all the saliva in the world. My mouth got totally full With his spit ad his tongue darted inside my mouth. After some minutes he separete his mouth from mine and told me that he knew that he make me horny. He then told me that when i live his apartment his DNA will be With me forever, he was determinated to make me AIDS pregnant and he knew i wated it bad. I wanted to kiss him more but he hold my hand and tuck me to his filthy Apartment. He gave me a beer and he got all naked showing a very thing and sick body but With the largest black Dick i ever seen. We make out on the sofa for long time. He told me how incedible hot i was and how much i deserved to get pregnant by him. He asked me if i wanted to be one With him, get totally United by the sex, become one persone not two. I nodded and followed him to his bed. He lay Down on his back and told me to ride him. I asked please to wear a comdom but he told me that i really dident want that. -Fuck yourselv With my old balck Dick, put it in Your hot bubble white butt. -Ohh fuckk its feel amazing. -Yes, u like the feeling of my old Dick bare, dont u? -Ohh fuck yessss is amazing -Put it all in, fuck yourself, fuck yourself til you get pregnat by me. -Oh fuckkk fuckkk is amazing. -We are one, we are totally United, look at my eyes wille u fuck yourself, yes thats it baby. -Oh fcukk ohh fuck i gonna cum, -Yes my AIDS babies are ll in Your hot body. Its not way back baby. U got m all inside U. I will live in U for ever. At that moment i feel it, he was cuming inside me. i press my ass to his Dick and Our eyes loked at that very moment. I come like crazy With out touching myself, We stay United a wille kissing and making out til we was ready for round two. My feelings were so mixed up. But it feel so right to have him inside me, even if he was so discoting the sex was the best i ever had. To be continued

OK so Mr. Craigslist and I met another 3 or 4 times over the duration of my stay, the routine was almost the exact same every time, and I got to know him as a very nice and generous guy. However, I thought seeing as I'm in New York I should try something I never done before. Go to a gay bar. Now I wouldn't have ever considered myself part of the gay scene, I never went to a gay bar, don't dance to club music, and never listened to Liza Minnelli. Just not my thing. I also had a misconception about this being the kind of audience a gay bar caters to, shame on me. I'm not effeminate and don't look for that in a sexual partner. Every hook-up I've ever had up until this point had been organised online. Using the internet, I decided to look for any bars in the city that'd cater to my interest generally older, bear/daddy types(at least that's what it was at that time) and found Ty's. This sounds good, this'll be my first place to visit. Well, to say I was a nervous wreck would be an understatement. I must have walked past the place 3 or 4 times before I went in, I was terrified. Go figure, the guy who wasn't nervous in the slightest to meet a stranger from craigslist is scared to go into a bar full of people in a well lit street. Whatever the logic, this was the case. But I built up the courage put my head down and walked in. TY's Ty's is a small neighbourhoodly bar on Christopher's street that generally caters to older clientèle, everything about it is great. Friendly staff, customers, funny and welcoming locals and in a perfect location, Greenwich Village. I went in on a Wednesday, quite night, so it wouldn't be too over whelming. I went up to the bar where there was a free stool in between a bear and a daddy(perfect position ) The bear immediately introduced himself to me and made reference to what I was wearing, not being appropriate. I had only a jacket and it was freezing outside, it must have been the end of March, but it was cold as hell. I didn't have a big coat to pack with me because Ireland's version of hot and cold, is probably mild in America. Luckily the bar was nice and toasty, but even if it hadn't been. Mr. Bear began rubbing my arms and shoulders. "Tanks" I said dropping the (h) from "Thank You" as us Irish often do. "You're Irish?". Suddenly a few people turned away from the TV to talk to me. They noticed I was the youngest in the bar by a good few years, many began asking me questions like "Are you lost?" as well as telling me about bars where there were people more my age group. I'm 25, but I started to feel like a little kid. I was getting all this attention for the first time, never quite had it before. It was great! I engage as many people as I could in conversation but I was really being bombarded by these lovely people. "This is God's waiting room, you know that?" I laughed at this remark. It had come from the Daddy to my right. Short white hair and a grey goatee, broad but short, friendly and funny. We chatted for a while about an assortment of topics before it got to sex. We talked about what we were both into and he called himself a bit of a pig. I had a hard time picturing this because the guy I was talking to seemed quite sweet. He mentioned The Eagle as being a place to go if I was looking for sex "or there's always my apartment" he said jokingly. "Ok" I said, I could tell he was taken aback slightly. I don't think he expected me to be quite so up for sex. We finished our drinks and caught a taxi heading to his place. His apartment was big and expensive looking, near the financial district towards the south of the Island. We went into his room and he took his shirt off and to my surprise I had realised he had been hiding a rather muscular physique. I felt as if I should be doing some push-ups or something. Then after whipping his boots and socks he beckons me over "C'mere boy" his tone of voice had changed completely, no longer was he a happy-go-lucky bar goer, he sounded gravelly and ready to pounce. I walk over and knelt down in from of the bulge behind those jeans. He unzipped, takes out his cock, and I greet it with a kiss immediately. He puts one hand on the back of my neck and the other on the top of my head and begins to guide my face closer and closer, until his cock is in my throat and my nose is inside his jeans, buried in his fresh pubes. Then he starts to thrust. The callouses on his hand(presumably from lifting weights) rub against the back of my neck and make me tingle, I remember that feeling like it was yesterday. I'm forever remembering little quirks like that, those are things I tend to enjoy most. At this point he's thrusting his hips forward, I'm swallowing back spit and massaging his cock head at the same time, he seems to enjoy that. After a while of fucking my face he takes his jeans off and lies back on the bed. "Lick Daddy's ass boy" I oblige, it's one of my favourite activities, his hole smells clean but it's sweaty. I imagine him sitting on that bar stool for all those hours and me cleaning Daddy's sweat, and making him feel good. I take turns licking his ass and sucking his cock and balls, using my tongue like a blind man's stick. Never lifting it from his skin. "Yeah boy, you daddy's little pig?" I nod "Uh huh" is all I can mumble with a mouth full of dick. "Get on yer back" I lay on my back. He yanks me by both ankles so my ass is in the air and I'm all folded up "Mmm hmm" He squeezes my ass cheeks while stretching them apart, then he spits on my hole. At this point I'm in heaven, his strength really impressed me, where did this beast come from? He stand on the bed and mounts me, I hold his ankles for balance. His cock plunges down into my hole, one dip, all the way to the balls. It hurts enough to take my breath away. "Take it" I think, he's in so the worst is over. Then he transforms from a human man with sex on his mind, into a fucking jackhammer. This guy's hips had a motor in them, I'm convinced! He fucked me like he was drilling for oil, I got shivers, I felt sick, then I felt like I was going to cum. Thank God his cock was average in size, because any bigger and he'd have split me in two. After about two or three minutes of him pounding my guts, he switches my over to doggy, and continues at the same pace. He had some stamina. He hooked me in some kind of full nelson and let me have it, then noise and feeling of his balls slapping my ass was incredible. "Where do you want me to come boy?" "Where ever you want" I reply in a shallow breath. He pulled out, came on my hole, then stuffed it back in to squeeze out the last few drops. Fantastic. I fell asleep in his arms. Stonewall What an odd night this was. I had been to Ty's a few times now and was making friends with the locals. "Why don't you check out Stonewall?" says a new acquaintance. "Why not?" I thought, I had already been briefed on it's history and it's only down the street. So I go down to see what all the fuss is about. Stonewall is a lot closer to what my preconceived idea of a gay bar was, tacky music, flaming queens all that jazz. I sit up at the bar. The barman, a middle-aged very touchy, very friendly man serves me a beer, and popcorn of all things. I started chatting to a guy who tells me he's an author. If I had a dollar for every author I met in New York. He kind of looked like Val Kilmer actually. Anyway after a drink or two, the barman is pushing us closer together, forcing our heads towards each other trying to make us kiss, which we do. As we are making out the barman puts Val's hand on my cock through my jeans. "This is so odd" I thought, I had heard of barmen playing cupid, but it was as if he was looking for a show. I ask him if he want's to hook up. He tells me he can't as he has a boyfriend. I'm not fussed as he isn't really my type. He leaves. I finish my drink and think of doing the same after I head to the toilet. when I get back there are two girls beside my chair I go to pick up my jacket. One of the girls(very attractive) pinches my cheek "You're so hot, I wish you weren't gay" she says in a funny accent(they were both french canadian) "I'm not" I replied with a lightning quickness. I'm bisexual, so technically I was telling the truth, with a slight omission in order to get me laid somehow. I hit it off with these two girls and before I knew it, it was closing time. They invite me back to there hotel and tell me they have beer. YES! I'm excited to see where this goes but confused at the same time. Am I getting into a threesome here? "This'll be a good story for the boys back at home" I think. By the time we got outside to get a taxi, two guys had joined us. I have no idea where they came from, they didn't know each other, my only guess is they also met the girls at some stage in the night. One guy was skinny tanned, Italian American looking late 20's very charismatic. He lived here, the rest of us were tourists, the other guy was a clean cut Norwegian guy, who had his eye on the girl I was hitting it off with. He had no chance I thought. She was really giving me the signs. Anyway for whatever reason they were part of the group now, so we all hopped a cab back to their place. When we get to the hotel room, I'm surprised by how small it was, I didn't know they had rooms this small in Manhattan, One double bed and an en suite. "How is this going to work?" I thought, I began imagining some orgy of sorts. I start with the kissing and heavy petting of the french canuck, not concerned with what the others are doing(drinking and talking). I get tapped on the shoulder, the skinny dude(lets call him slim) wants a word with me in the bathroom. I walk in. He closes the door "Hey man, check out those girls" he says as he confidently whips out a bag of cocaine. WTF? He does a line off of the sink and offers me one. I decline. At this point the girls open the bathroom door and are livid. They tell us the party is over and kick us out. I'm in shock, the whole event happens so fast and is so bizarre. Who are these idiots and how did they come to ruin my chances. As we are leaving the hotel. Slim leans into me and says "You fuck guys too right?". What?? How did he know? What a presumptuous thing to ask. He seemed unfazed by the whole thing, maybe it was the coke. I answer "yeah"; "Cool, I know a place we can go". It got weirder. As we are walking to this place Slim spoke of, which was only a few blocks from the girl's hotel room. Our Norwegian friend(Johan) asks what we're doing, Slim turns around and tells him out straight what's happening, not only that he asks "Are you down?" "Yes sure" Johan replies! What Are you kidding me!?! Did I just go from having a potential threesome with two straight girls, to having a threesome with two guys, is this real life? What are the odds? We get to the second hotel room of a very seedy building in which Slim seems to know the guy at reception, this seems like a sex place. I wonder how many times Slim has done this. He's very coked up at this stage. The room is bigger than the girls' room, haha. Johan wants to know who has condoms, Slim says "It's fine, it's fine." I don't offer up my ass, I have a strange feeling about Slim. We all strip and Slim's cock is a piece of work, thick, long and veiny as fuck. It drew me in like a magnet, I start to suck on it. He's impressed by my deep throat skills, he has a nice thick black bush that I start to get wet. I can here him and Johan making out and I'm on cock duty. "You wanna give me that ass?" Slim says to Johan, "yeah baby" he answers. Slim turns on the TV, straight porn is playing. This is definitely a sex place. Johan gets on all fours on the bed, he's a hairless twink, def not my type, but objectionably very attractive. Slim pushes his monster cock into his asshole, as Johan sucks on my dick. It's hot to watch, but he can only accommodate just over half of the cock, I doubt I'd have been able to take much more if I'd have volunteered. Slim makes due and begins the fucking. Johan's blowjob skills aren't the best so I move to the back of Slim and begin rimming him as he's fucking Johan. He loves it! He lets out a moan and puts his arms behind his head to relax as we treat him like a king. Slim slowly pulls his cock out of Johan, it's clean as a whistle. "Come here come here" he tells us, we both start sucking and caressing his cock, and making out with each other around his dick head. "Aww fuck yeah" Slim is in heaven. It doesn't take much jerking for him to blow a thick load in my mouth, it tastes nice but I don't swallow. I look to Johan, Slim asks him "you snowball?" Unfortunately Johan refused, I was game. Slim shrugs dips two of his fingers into my open mouth then tastes his cum on them. "MMmm that's it, swallow my load" I gulp it down. We go to bed tangled up in each other, kissing every no and again before falling asleep. I awake in the morning with an arm around Johan, Slim has up and left. The place looks sleazier in the daytime than it did at night. Johan awakes and immediately without prompting start to take care of my morning wood. He does a much better job this time. I finish by jerking off into his mouth, he lets it run out of his mouth. I find it hot. We clean up leave the hotel and go our separate ways. I'm not exactly feeling good about the night before, it was just too weird, and I was really up for a threesome with those girls. But as far as consolation prizes go, this wasn't half bad. Nowhere This was another place a guy from Ty's suggested it was close enough to Union Square and are I was familiar with, so decided to see what it was all about, after all at this point I was a gay bar convert. Much bigger than Ty's but not as queeny as Stonewall and I'm thinking this place could be just right. I order a beer and head down to the pool table at the back of the bar, it's a lot darker than the previous two places and the ceiling is quite low, giving it a claustrophobic quality. After a game of pool with a nice man named Ricardo I went back up to the bar to sit and watch. And older man next to me was trying to strike up a conversation with me, however he was very drunk and I had a hard time understanding him. He seemed to speak in metaphors as if he was trying to be mysterious, but it was really missing the mark. I was getting frustrated with him until someone who was sat on his other side basically told him he's had too much too drink. A tall black man who was standing behind me made a joke about this situation, and we started talking. His name was Bruce. He was very smooth handsome, black dreadlocks(short) with a black goatee, well dressed, and very manly. We hit it off, he asked if I wanted to come outside for a smoke. I don't smoke, but joined him anyway because he was hot. I was really enjoying this new way of meeting guys, the spontaneity of it all bet scrolling the internet for a guy who might no show when you're supposed to meet. This was cool, different. "We should grab some beers and head back to my place, I'm just around the corner" That was fine with me, if he insists. He led the way. We got to his and put on some music. "You want a hit?" he said as he held up a little glass pipe with pot in it. Usually it does nothing for me, but I was in the mood to mix it with sex and see if I'd enjoy it more. This would be a nice of first incidentally. First time being with a black man, first time mixing pot and sex. Boy did it work a charm. As everything began to tingle we started to make-out for the first time that night. His tongue was thick, wet and knew its way around. So did his hands, guiding my hands to where he wanted them, his crotch, his neck, up his shirt to feel his skin. My head is feeling light at this point and his takes of my shirt and pants, rolls me back and begins to use his talented tongue on my ass. It feels delightful. He has a long tongue. My ass opened like it was taking a dick. He moans with his tongue buried in my ass, that deep moan vibrates my whole body. Is this the pot, or is this man made of silk? "Come here suck my dick for a while" Yes sir, one of my favourite activities. I pulled down his pants as he took his top off. I peel down his underwear, wow. A nice fat uncut cock, nothing surprising, but big none the less. I wrap my lips around it and breath in. There is a very strong smell of sweat from his dick and balls, very enticing. I suck it down and massage the head with my throat, I try to stick my tongue out to lick the balls at the same time, it makes me gag. "MMMMMNNNYEAH That's so fuckin hot" He likes it when I gag, knowing that makes him feel good I position his cock at an angle, so that when he pushes his dick down it hits my gag reflex. Now he's in control of when he wants to gag me. He has fun with this as I can hold my breath for quite some time. He says he want's my ass. He goes for the natural lube, simply spitting on his hand and rubbing his cock before inserting it into my hungry ass. I was expecting pain, this was another first, first time fucking without lube. To my surprise it didn't hurt one bit. Although his cock was quite large, it was soft, not flacid, but spongy. It felt amazing going in. He starts to fuck me on his couch. I'm bent over the arm of the couch while he stands, a position he dictated. He fucked good, not too fast not to slow and getting that nice pop pop pop sound on every thrust. Before long, we were both laying on the couch, on our sides, me with one leg in the air him drilling deep. The pace was picking up. I was rubbing his body all over. I like to get quite tactile, unless the guy isnt into it, then I'm just as easily happy being used like an inanimate object. He liked the touch. He were both now covered in a thin later of sweat, I was enjoying rubbing the sweat off of his body onto my face, covering myself in his scent. That strong sweat. I could feel that he was approaching climax, so I pushed against his thrusts to milk that cum from him. He grabs my hips and lets out a loud moan as he pumps one into me. We lay on the couch for a while, with his dick still in my, twitching every so often. I could lay like this for a long time. He pulls his cock out of me and jokingly pushes me off of the couch to the floor. As if to say "I'm done with you, cumdump" what he actually says is "Lets go to bed" Laying in bed I feel nicely stoned and satisfied, I'm ready to go to sleep. "Turn over" I turn over. "Stay still". Ok. He slides his dick into again. How he has the energy is beyond me. He starts to go for it, holding my hips and fucking my still body. I start to breath heavily, a few small moans and groans escape me. "Ssshh play dead, play dead" "Wow, this is hot" I think. I go limp and play dead like he says. He fucks another load into my lifeless body, much more aggressively than last time, although it doesn't hurt at all. I could fall asleep like this. If I wasn't so horny. We kiss a little before nodding off. I saw him two more times before the trip was over. If this is what gay bars were like, I've been really missing out.

PART TWO My face flushed as I looked at Matt, his husband’s still hard cock stuffed up my spunk filled hole, but Matt just smiled. He had a short cropped red and brown beard, muddy brown hair and bright green eyes set into a strong manly face. Quickly he shucked his shirt exposing a broad chest covered in ginger fur with large pink nipples. His pants were the next to go and then he stood there in just a bulging jock strap smiling at me. “Well boy get my husband’s cock out of your cunt and come suck my cock.” With a tiny bit of reluctance I stood up, Eric’s cock sliding from my juicy hole, and walked over to Matt. He smiled and pushed me to my knees, I felt cum drip from my hole. “Go on,” he said thrusting the engorged pouch of his jock at my face. I pulled the fabric to the side, and released his massive cock. It looked, if that was possible to be even thicker then Eric’s his balls certainly were larger and all around the base grew thick dense coarse ginger pubes. I didn’t waist any more time, there was no more confusuion or conflict, I had been presented with a man’s cock and it was my job to service it. Opening my mouth wide I began to slowly work Matt’s still swelling cock down my throat, swallowing hard when it hit my tonsils. “Holy shit Eric,” Matt said, forcing my head down till my nose was in his pubes, “Where did you find this boy?” “He got distracted while he was jogging by and literally fell into the yard. I knew he would make a hot little furry cumdump as soon as I saw him. Told me he was straight and then he swallowed my cock to the root.” They both laughed. “Don’t think you’re straight any more do you boy? Not with Eric’s load dripping out of your cunt.” I shook my head. “Good. Did you like taking his load?” I nodded, still sucking hard on his cock. “Do you want my load up your cunt?” I nodded again. “Your cunt is hungry isn’t it boy, you want all the loads you can get don’t you?” More nodding. “Good, because by the time tonight is over your hole will be one dripping cum filled mess.” My cock twitched and my hole winked at the thought. “You sure this boy was a virgin when you sunk your cock into him,” Matt asked Eric, “Cause damn he can suck cock!” “With how tight his little cunt was, there’s no way I didn’t pop his cherry.” “Then he’s just one talented cocksucker. Shit, you keep sucking my cock like that boy I’m gonna blow my load down your throat not up your cunt.” I tried to pull off of his cock, but Matt’s hands held me in place; I wanted that cock and load in my ass more then anything. “Don’t think he likes that idea,” Eric said. “No, neither do I,” replied Matt and he released me to spit out his cock. “You ready to get bred again boy?” “Yes please,” I gasped still trying to catch my breath from deep throating Matt’s cock. “Then turn around and show me that pussy.” I spun on the spot, bent over, stuck my ass in the air, and reached back to spread my cheeks for him. He gave an appreciative groan and got down behind me laying his fat cock on my ass crack. “Nice tight little ass with a worked-out loose cum filled furry hole, prefect,” He lined up his cock and sank it into my stretched out pucker in one move. I moaned, bucking back on his cock like a bitch in heat. Matt wasted no time with slow fucking and skipped right to the rough pounding. He grabbed my hips and started to slam his cock in and out of my hole. Using Eric’s cum he pounded my hole without mercy reducing me to a limp whimpering mess. How could I ever have thought that I was something else? Nothing I had ever done with a girl had felt this good, this right. I was kicking myself for resisting what I had always wanted for so long, to be a bottom boy cumdump for big manly tops. Matt pulled out of hole and smacked my as saying, “get on your back, I wanna see your face as I breed you.” I flipped over and grabbed my ankles pulling my toned muscular legs out at right angles exposing my hole once more. Matt got between my legs and slammed his cock back inside of me. He bottomed out so hard that I saw stars for a second, but Matt didn’t miss a beat he just kept on pounding. “I told you he had a sweet cunt,” Eric said and for the first time sense Matt’s cock had entered my hole I noticed him standing behind Matt fisting his hard cock like mad. “I’m gonna load you up boy, you ready for my cum?” “Please shoot your load deep inside of me,” I begged. “Take my fucking load you little faggot,” Matt yelled and he bottomed out once more and his cock launched shot after shot after shot of thick hot cum into my wrecked guts. His cock had no sooner stopped twitching then Matt pulled out, but much to my joy his cock was quickly replaced with Eric’s once more who after only two quick strokes shot another big load deep in my new cunt. Eric caught his breath for a moment and then he too pulled out. “Nice find babe,” Matt said to Eric kissing him. I ran my hands down my hairy sweat soaked chest, past my still hard but somehow so irrelevant cock, to my hole. I felt the soft mushy walls of my once tight sphincter and felt the slick cum that was slowly leaking from it. Easily I slid first two fingers then three and four inside myself and started to twist them in and out like Eric had done earlier. “Fuck look at him,” Matt said, “You still want more don’t you kid?” Guiltily I looked up, but said with hunger in my voice, “God yes.” “I’ve got an idea, keep fingering that hole,” Eric said, and he grabbed his phone and shot several shots from different angles including a close up of all four of my fingers which were now covered in cum stuffed in my hole. “We’ll start with a few thick dicked friends our ours and if that’s not enough then we’ll widen the search.” “Alright well we’re not gonna leave him here in the kitchen so I’ll take him down stairs and get him settled in while you find this new slut some more loads.”

Whore Boot Camp – Curiosity can get someone into trouble and what started out as me being nosy about a pimp and his whore, turned into a rough fuck in an alley, several loads up my ass in a dirty garage, and now I was face down on a squeaky bed being deep dicked by Jay as he told me how much he was enjoying my raw hole. I remembered being in the truck after we left the garage and Jay’s voice saying “Come on little rabbit. Time to get see your new hutch,” before I faded back to black. The memories after that were in bits and pieces. The truck stopped; dogs barking; the sound of a metal gate; Jay helping me walk; the jangling of keys; the overwhelming stench of dog-piss; Jay dropping me on the bed, then blackness again. I don’t think I was out long at all before Jay started forcing a couple fingers up my cum filled ass and his voice penetrated the fog in my head, “Come on now little rabbit, time to get that white tail working, know what I mean? No, you don’t yet, but you will. Got a little something for you from Griz, these big ass crystal shards will perk you right up, feel that burn in your hole yet? Huh? I thought so by the way that pucker is trying to break my fucking fingers off – damn slut! Looks like I got to bust you open some more, how about that?” The crystal had started to kick in and as Jay stood up to get undressed I wiggled my ass a bit, relishing in the deep ache that came from taking a rough dicking and my guts being full of nutt – some of it infected for sure. This time Jay did not want me to suck him first as I glanced back, saw him pimp several squirts of lotion out of a bottle on the floor, then climb on the bed behind me. As Jay positioned himself I instinctively reached back, spread my hole open with my hands and waited for his monster black dick to invade me again. “OH FUCK – THOSE HOT PUSSY ASS LIPS JUST SUCKING MY SHIT UP!” Jay exclaimed as he slid inside my slicked up hole. I couldn’t move as Jay put his full weight on me, wrapped his right arm around my neck in a half-nelson, and began to move his hips in a slow grind. “Damn rabbit, you got some ass. You like that black monster in that pink hole? I know you do. The way you rode me before, and Griz, he said you had the best boy pussy he’s had in ages. Yeah I’m going to have a good time with you, but first, time to see how deep that hole is.” Jay continued to fuck for several minutes, taking his time before he his pace picked up, “HERE COMES THAT NUTT – WANT IT AGAIN – WANT IT? TELL ME YOU WANT IT – OH FUCKER!!” As Jay shot his load into my sore ass I turned my face as far to the left as I could hoping he would kiss me, but he didn’t, he just lay his bearded face next to mine so all I felt was his hot breath. The big black dick in my ass slowly subsided and then Jay pushed himself up off the squeaky bed and stood over me like Zeus on Olympus as he pointed at his dick, “Get up here. Whore’s clean the shit off – literally if necessary – so rule #1 of whore boot camp.” I was wicked wound up again from the crystal and my ass felt so empty I begged him to stick it back in, but Jay laughed and said, “Naw, later. Right now get that tongue to work and listen. You’re my whore now and I’ve already seen you got some skills, but Griz is coming by later expecting me to settle up and while some pink hole bought me a little time, Griz only deals in cash for shit, you know what I mean? So I got a few folks I know coming by and you will take care of them.” I was so entranced in sucking on Jay’s dick and wagging my ass around hoping to entice him I was not really paying attention. SLAP SLAP – twice across my face with his big hands. “You listening?” Jay asked, “Keep that dick in your mouth and I don’t care if that hurt. I know it did. Can see tears in your eyes and fuck – look – makes my dick hard – but no, not now. What was rule #1?” I looked up into Jay’s face, his eyes narrowed, his mouth firm and set, so I released his infected dick from my mouth and replied, “Whore’s clean the shit off.” Jay nodded, satisfied, guided his dick back to mouth and continued. “Rule #2, you ain’t nothing but a faggot-sissy-pussy-slut-bitch-whore. Anything they want, you do. No argument, no discussion, no negotiation. Rule #3, its all about the benjamins, so make that hole pulse, twitch, and milk them dicks so they nutt and bounce. Rule #4, you’re mine. You speak out of turn, make a play to another to try to get a new pass along, or some crazy shit or break any rule, and I will let my boy beat you down so I can patch you up and do it all over again. You understand? The Devil you know, understand?” At that, I looked up at Jay’s face again and saw he was dead serious and shook my head yes. He patted my face, smiled and said, “Good. Come on. Let’s get you set. Pastor Mike will be here soon and we need to get things set.” I stood up as Jay opened a dresser drawer, pulled out an old looking box of condoms and set them on the rickety night stand. He kicked the bottle of lotion towards the side of the bed, tossed a dirty towel on the floor, then motioned for me to follow him. Jay led me out into a living room area and as I looked around I could see we were in the basement of a house. The walls had old, wood paneling broken in places, the carpet looked liked it was from 1960, there was no ceiling, just the joists showing the floor above with wires and pipes crisscrossing seemingly at will. Jay dropped his big body into a tore up recliner, grabbed his glass pipe, and soon clouds of smoke were circling his head. I walked over, kneeled between his big thighs, craned my neck and opened my mouth silently begging for his smoke. Jay pressed his mouth over mine, passing his smoke to me as he exhaled, filling my lungs with chem fused toxins, adding to my rush. I didn’t care where I was, the drugs and whore in me just wanted more. We continued like that for a few minutes before Jay handed me the pipe and let me hit it on my own, before giving me another booty bump. He then led me back into the bedroom, opened a cardboard box that was on the floor in the corner with the word “SHEILA” written in black letters on it, pulled out a wig, some red lace panties and bra and tossed them at me. “Put those on, now, Pastor Mike will be here soon,” Jay growled. I looked at him, shook my head, and said, “Yeah, no. I don’t think so man. I don’t mind taking any dick you want, but this….fuck no.” Jay took two giant strides and crossed the room to me, spun me with his left hand and with his right put me back in a half-nelson as he rammed his now hard dick into my ass making me cry out. “HHHHMMMM….I can see you a sassy whore and you will pay for that when we have more time as you have no idea what a real rough fuck feels like yet. Feel my arm around that neck? Huh? DON’T FUCK WITH ME! You heard the rules, now do as I say. Pastor Mike is a freak and I don’t want to hear another word out of you except Yes Sir, and from him – well cash talks so you better fucking make him happy because trust – I could pass you to some brothas who would slice and dice that hole as soon as look at you.” I was shaking a bit now as Jay let me go and loomed over me as I stood in front of the mirror over the dresser and put on the wig and panties and the bra, leaving that undone in the back as I frankly had no idea how to hook it. Jay shoved some more crystal up my ass, then hooked the bra and said, “Stand facing the wall. Here, light this pipe when I come back on.” Jay then closed the door, I heard the stairs groan as he walked upstairs, then the sound of a car in the driveway, footsteps above, more sound on the stairs, and voices. The door to the bedroom opened behind me, I lit the crack pipe, inhaling the chem and eager for the high as Jay’s voice filled the room, “Mrs. Rogers? Your boy Mike’s here to see you.” I stayed as I was, hitting the pipe as the door closed and a soft, confidant, masculine voice said, “Hi Momma. They told me where you was here. It’s OK Momma. I’m here now.” What the fuck? Freak did not even begin to explain this shit. Pastor Mike walked up behind me, gently ran his hands over my back, down my legs, then reached around and took the pipe and lighter out of my hands. I heard him hit the pipe and when he exhaled he said, “Come on Momma, don’t you miss me? Don’t you miss your boy?” I started to speak and Pastor Mike said, “Sshhhh Momma, it’s OK, I know you’re happy to see me,” before he reached around and held the pipe back out in front of me. I took it, took a hit myself as I needed to be high for this, and as I did heard him unzip his pants. I set the pipe in the ashtray on the bed as Pastor Mike began rubbing his hard dick against my ass. I wanted to be fucked so bad again now, so I took my hands and pulled the panties down to my knees, bent over, and waited. I could hear Pastor Mike stroking his dick and moaning and I thought maybe he had changed his mind, but then I felt him fumble as he tried to push it into my ass with no lube or anything. Luckily I was wet from Jay’s fuck, so I arched my back a little to help guide him and gasped when he plunged into my hole. Pastor Mike was fucking me raw even though the condoms were within reach. I wondered if he knew I had infected cum up there, but then came back to reality as he started mumbling, “Oh Momma, it’s been so long since I have felt your hot pussy Momma, oh Momma, you miss me? It’s OK, all the bad men are gone now Momma, it’s just you and me. Just you and me. OH FUCK, FUCK MOMMA, I’M SO CLOSE, SO…NO NOT NOW…PLEASE MOMMA, NOT….UGHHHH…FUCK….UGH……” Pastor Mike grabbed my hips as his body shuddered and he cummed in my ass. I remembered Jay’s Rule #1, so as soon as the Pastor’s dick slipped out of my ass and he pulled back I spun around, dropped to my knees, took his limp dick in my mouth and began sucking him clean. “OH FUCK, NO, PLEASE DON’T MOMMA, NO, PLEASE, NO PLEASE, OHHH, OHHH, OH…” He did not push me away and his dick quickly engorged and soon spurted a thick hot load down my throat. As soon as he finished, Pastor Mike yanked his pants up, hastily buckled them, and flung open the bedroom door and stumbled out. Jay quickly closed the door and I stayed where I was until I heard the car leave and Jay came back into the room. I stood up, Jay looked so serious as he walked over to me, shoved two fingers up my cum filled ass making me stand on my tippy-toes, then smiled and said, “You a freak! Damn you nasty! You made Pastor Mike one happy son-of-a-bitch, fucker gave me $200! Look at that!” I smiled back at Jay, sat down on the bed, the springs of the mattress on the edge cutting into my thighs, while I got out of the get up he made me wear. I was still not happy about that and Jay could tell as he grabbed the stuff, tossed it back into the box where it came from and said, “Look, I know. Weird shit. But like I said, whore rules so fucking deal with it. You like getting dicked right? Did he cum in you? Yeah? DAMN! Let me taste.” I stood back up and bent over and just as Jay shoved his bearded face into my cummy hole we both heard the roar of a truck and two doors slam. Jay stood up, wiped his face, “Hit your pipe. Your next appointment is here.” As Jay closed the door and went upstairs, I savored the smoke and hoped to get a bit lost in the high. Who knows, maybe Pastor Mike had some nasty dick and if not, maybe I gave him something with my ass. The bedroom door banged open, two black guys walked in both wearing bright construction worker vests, work boots, and bandanas over their face. One of them spoke up, “Get over here bitch, lick my balls.” While he undid his pants and I scrambled over, the other guy unzipped his, positioned himself behind me, slammed in and pumped away. He was not that big so I took it with ease as I licked and cleaned the first guy’s hairy, sweaty ball sac. The fucking barely lasted a minute before blasting my ass, soon followed by his buddy and I was quickly alone again with Jay. “How much for that?” I asked him as I walked out into the living room, my ass dripping cum down the back of my legs. Jay held up two $20s, “A couple Jackson’s, that’s all right. Now let me taste that pussy.” Several more calls by Jay to folks he knew, a couple of visitor’s later and a lot more drugs, and I was feeling super wired and shaky and begging for Jay to slam fuck me. All these dudes had been pretty average size and after Jay, I wanted some real beef! Jay laughed and said, “You just wait, next up is the biggest dick on the block.” About 10 minutes later the doorbell rang, Jay stomped upstairs and I sat in his leather chair and was working a crystal shard into my wet and sloppy hole when he came back down. “You got to be fucking kidding me!” I murmured. The guy following Jay was old, I mean like 70 at least and looked at me with a sneer of disgust as he stepped off the final stair. Jay spoke up, “This here’s Mr. Wells. Mr. Wells taught all us boys how things work, you know. He bought us our first joint, girly mag, showed us where the good pussy hustled, ain’t that right Mr. Wells.” Mr. Wells then smiled like a wolf who just corned the dumbest rabbit around and said, “I don’t usually go in for white cooch, but Jay here told me all about your goings on today and I do enjoy fucking up a good boy pussy once in a while. What say you and me spend a little time in the back.” Mr. Wells then shuffled to the bedroom, I looked at Jay hoping this was a joke, but he was smiling and waved me on, so I meekly followed. Mr. Wells was sitting on the side of the bed when I walked in. I tried to ignore him as I grabbed the pipe, took a hit and thought that hell, Pastor Mike was better than this. I turned and Mr. Wells was now pointing at his shoes. “Help me with these,” he said, “I should have worn my loafers.” I untied his shoes, helped him pull his pants down, and as he stood up and shifted his boxers off his hips I gasped at the size of his dick. HOLY SHIT, HIS DICK WAS ALMOST AS BIG AS JAY’S AND NOT EVEN HARD!! Mr. Wells smiled, laughed a little, and said, “I never get tired of seeing that look. That’s why all the boys trusted me. If I said something was good pussy, well they knew I meant it. So are you? You good pussy?” I smiled back, stroked his long, black dick, rolled the super long foreskin between my fingers and flicked out my tongue to taste the wetness peaking through. “Oh yeah, I’m good, so let’s see what you got Sir because my pussy needs filling.” Mr. Wells laid back on the bed as I kneeled on the floor and started to slowly suck his big dick. Fuck damn he was huge! I am sure he had a hard time finding anyone who could take him and glad I was open and my hole was even hungrier now seeing how big he was. I sucked on his dick until my jaws ached, the whole time Mr. Wells barely made a noise but I knew he liked it as his dick got nice and hard. When I could not take it anymore I stood up, bent over, wiggled my ass at him and begged, “Please fuck me.” Mr. Wells stood up, squirted out some lotion from the bottle as he said, “I don’t put fucking rubbers on. Never have, and ain’t about to start now. That all right?” I couldn’t hold back, I needed it so bad and blurted, “FUCK YEAH! I want it raw – I got a pussy full of cum ready for you to fuck me deep.” Mr. Wells chuckled a little as he tried to work the head in my hole. Even as open as I was it seemed difficult so I kept adjusting my stance and height, trying to find the right angle until at last his head burst through. I threw my head back, the silent cry caught in my throat, my skin suddenly covered in goose bumps as Mr. Wells began hitting spots I didn’t know existed. He just chuckled as he continued to slowly prod at my tore up hole and I got more and more worked up, begging for him to slam me, but he didn’t, he just kept a slow and steady pace, raw fucking me with the biggest dick on the block. I was getting more and more verbal, begging him to fuck me deeper, harder, to cum in me, and finally he just laughed, eased out, and said, “Oh I did. Shot twice nice and deep. Haven’t done that in a while and pretty sure you got the ‘package’ now if you didn’t already. Been HIV+ for oh, 25 years or so now and every pussy I fuck gets it. Never taken a pill a day in my life, so good and potent. I know Jay will be looking to get up in there again and he was right, you’re a pretty good whore for a white boy.” I turned and kneeled to suck Mr. Wells off but he brushed me aside and said, “Just help me get those shoes back on will you?” He must have shot real deep as I was barely leaking anything and started to wonder if he had lied about that and infecting me when he opened the door and went out. I followed and was surprised to find Jay speaking to another man who was sitting in the other recliner dressed to the nines in a navy blue suit and a pale blue tie. His skin was dark black, his head was shaved and his face clean shaven; his eyes sparkled and he appeared to be about Jay’s size. I instantly felt week at the knees as I watched him exhale a hit from the crack pipe as he looked at me and winked. Mr. Wells laughed and said, “Ha – I should have know you’d be sniffing around if Jay had something good. You were always the bad one Lex, wanting to snatch away any scrap. You behave yourself now and I must say, that hole may not be any good for you now and that little pickle you carrying – ha ha.” I stood by the door as Jay grabbed Mr. Wells by the arm, guided him to the stairs, and started walking up with him as they said their goodbyes. I continued to stare at the new man – Lex – as he hit the pipe and my ass twitched. I suddenly felt exposed so stepped back into the bedroom, pulled one of the dirty sheets off the bed and wrapped it around me before I walked back out. Lex was smiling as I came out and held the pipe he was smoking out to me. I glanced at the gold chain bracelets and rings he was wearing as he said, “I can assume Jay has corrupted you thoroughly and you have had some already.” Damn he had one of the sexiest voices I had ever heard. My knees buckled again. I replied, “I’m sure there is still a lot of corruption left to be done – well I hope so anyways!” Lex smiled again as I took the pipe, did my own hit and was surprised when I opened my eyes and saw he had his mouth open. I bent forward, my right hand planted on his muscular left thigh as I leaned in and shared my smoke with him. Lex exhaled the smoke, slid his well manicured hands into the folds of the sheet and pulled me closer to him so I ended up in his lap, his mouth feverishly covering me with urgent, deep kisses. I tried to get up as Jay came down the stairs, but Lex held me firm. Jay laughed as he settled back in his chair, “Old Mr. Wells. Damn you are a good whore. You put a smile on his face for damn sure and he said he could feel your pussy walls massaging every inch of his dick like some fancy masseuse. That’s high praise coming from him. Fuck. We used to envy all the pussy that man had, didn’t we Lex?” Lex just mumbled, “Hhhmmm….,” and tried kissing me gain as I pulled back so I could hit the pipe. Jay laughed, “Lex, Griz, and me, we were the worst. Out of all of us, Mr. Wells called us the Holy Trinity and not cause we were good mind you. Because we were so bad. Especially Lex here. Right Lex?” Again Lex did not reply, but this time he pushed me away from him, stood up, did a two-finger salute to Jay, and pushed me in front of him towards the bedroom. Once inside, Lex closed and locked the door, turned and smiled and said, “I hear you want to get delivered the ‘package’. So let me see that ass so I can show you what brown can do for you.” I laughed and did not have the heart to tell him what Mr. Wells had said, so I just bent over and said, “Please fuck me like a whore. Slam it hard! I want it to hurt good when you deliver.” Lex paused, growled a little, “You sure, because hell, don’t get me wrong. I may clean up nice, but I’m not soft and will rape the fuck out of you if that’s what you want. You need a hood fuck?” I stood back up, walked over to Lex who was laying his dress clothes neatly on the back of the chair and hungrily stroked his hard dick that was poking out of his silk boxers. His dick was as big as Jay’s with a wicked down curve and a head that was even fatter than Griz’s. I grabbed his t-shirt, shoved a bit of it in my mouth and tied it behind my head as I looked up into his eyes. Lex smiled, shook his head, “Now who showed you that old trick? Jay or Mr. Wells? Both? It doesn’t matter. But I have a few of my own.” Lex grabbed my wrists and using his pale blue, silk tie, tied my hands behind my back. I sighed as my whole body trembled with need. Lex finished undressing, stepped me over to the end of the dresser, kicked my feet back about 18 inches so my torso was pressed against the dresser, grabbed my wrists tight with his silk tie and said, “Good thing that hole is wet little rabbit,” as he slammed into me. About 20 minutes later Jay pounded on the bedroom door, “What’s going on? You didn’t fucking fall asleep did you Lex? Come on man. Time is money here. I told you that. Fuck alright. I’m going to grab some takeout. Will be back soon.” As Jay’s truck rumbled to life in the driveway, Lex buried his dick to the hilt for what felt like the thousandth time and said, “Welcome to whore boot camp – day 1.”