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The twink who responded to my Grindr profile was just right. Early 20sish, preppy, safe-only, bottom. I told him I my roommates were having a house party so there might be a little noise outside the room while we were together; I just didn't let him know he'd be the guest of honor soon enough. I led him through my crowd of friends, who were making cat calls, dicking around, drinking beer, being cheerful assholes. As soon as I had him in the bedroom i immediately had him against a wall and was kissing him fiercely. He was a little tense at first, but he relaxed into it soon enough. Soon enough we were both naked, with him lying face down on the bed while I ate his ass. You could tell he loved the idea of a strong older guy pinning him down and using him hard, and he was quickly moaning like a bitch in heat. My cock was rock hard anticipating dropping my load in this I turned him over so I could keep eating his ass, him sprawled out flat on the bed writhing on my tongue, me putting just enough baby oil on my cock to make this an easy entry. Kissing my way up his back, I lined my cock up with his hole and teased his asshole. His hands immediately sprang for the condoms he had placed by the bedside, but I found my mark and slid half way into him. "Condoms!" he hollered while putting up a struggle to get out from under me, but I was stronger. "Shh, baby, don't worry, we'll use one," I said while sliding even deeper into his silky hole, which was spasming like mad around my dick. He didn't let up the struggle; I had to put my hand over his mouth to keep his from screaming and held him down while I pulled a little before sliding all the way in to the hilt. When he tried to bite my hand I slapped him hard on his face and told him he'd regret trying that again. As he continued to struggle, I punch fucked him a few times and made it clear he needed to settle down if he wanted me to be any gentler. He slowly subsided, clearly panicked but also doing his best to adjust to me in him. I settled into a rhythm, alternating between slow and fast strokes while his resistance to what I was doing faded. He was clearly hating himself for starting to enjoy it. After 10 minutes of that his ass was open and taking it without a problem. At this point I pulled out of him so that I could turn him over and do him missionary-style. I like to look in their eyes when I fill them. As soon as I did, he was reaching for the condoms again and pleading with me to put one on now. I took the condom wrapper from him, kissed him deeply, and positioned my cock at his ass again but wasn't quite able to slide in. In this position he had more leverage to fight me. So I quickly tore the damn thing open, rolled it about an inch and a half down my dick and put some more baby oil on it. He relaxed a lot after that and I slid into his ass easily. I managed to fuck the condom off and into him in about 30 seconds. He was begging for my dick now, telling me how good it felt. This bitch talked too much: I kissed him to shut him up while I held his arms up by his sides so he couldn't jerk his cock or investigate about the condom. Of course, after about five minutes he asked me if it was still there. I just told him "yes." I was so fucking close now; I pulled my face up to his, looked in his eyes and told him that his ass was on the verge of making me cum. He got another panicked look and asked me again to pull out. "Don't worry baby, I won't cum in..." but the sentence trailed off as I felt myself go over the edge. With a triumphant roar, I thrust in him as hard as I could as I shot jet after jet of cum in his ass. "Fuck, fuck, did you just cum?" he asked, panicked. Instead of answering, I slowly let my dick slide out of his ass, clearly bare, and a thick stream of my cum immediately flowed out. "What the fuck?" he cried, but before he had any further time to respond the bedroom door opened and my boyfriend Manuel walked in (We had arranged for him to walk in right after I came ahead of time). "What's going on in here, boys?" he asked with a giant shit-eating grin on his face. The twink was struggling to get off the bed, but I held his arms down again and said to Manuel, "Look at the gift this little slut just got!" Manuel wasted no time in grabbing and holding up the boy's legs while I held down his flailing arms. "Wow! You let him drop his load in you? What a fucking little whore!" The boy was starting to cry and whimper a bit at this point. Manuel bent his head down and felched some of the cum out of his ass, then licked the cum across the boy's (very hard) dick. "Look at how stiff he is! He must have fucking been begging you for it!" He stripped off his shirt and jeans in a heartbeat. "Well if you like it so much, I get another big dick with a six-day load for you." The boy pleaded with him to put on a condom. "Why? You're clearly a cum slut. I'm not putting on a condom if he didn't have to." "But he raped me!" "Then why is your cock sticking up like a flagpole?" Manuel asked, slowly tonguing the kid's dick up and down while he let out an involuntary gasp. "That's right, bitch. Rape is only if you don't want it! Hey, I have an idea, George." (Here he was referring to me). "Go get one of the guys from the other room, since they're too lazy to come see where the real entertainment is." After a minute I returned with James, a hulking 6'2 former college linebacker. Manuel released the kid and laid down on the bed, cock pointed upward. The kid tried to make a break for it, but there wasn't any getting past us. "You boys help me lower our guest onto my dick so he can experience what it's like to be a cowgirl!" Now the boy was trying to plead with James to be saved from this, but course he knew it was hopeless. I got some rope from the dresser, and together we tied up his arms and then slung the rope up on one of the sling hooks on the ceiling so that his ass was hovering over Manuel's dick. I manned the rope, slowly slackening while James and Manuel worked together to make sure the kid's ass came in line with Manuel's eager rod. While he was still struggling, he was fighting both us and gravity as Manuel's cock met his open hole and then slid in. Manuel's dick is longer and thinner than mine, so at one point the tip came into contact with what I hadn't opened up yet and the boy let out a yelp and tried to jerk up, but remained impaled. "Oh, fuck, I can feel your load dropping from his ass down my cock. Fuck this boy's ass is amazing. Keep riding me, slut." With some prodding, the boy bounced up and down on his dick but kept hitting the spot he couldn't seem to slide past where his ass was still tight and welping. Manuel grabbed his waist, halting the bouncing motion before sliding all the way out beneath him, with out help. "You should see this ass, my friends. It stays open to welcome me back in." With that he positioned his cock and very slowly slid the boy all the way back down his cock again. When he hit the resistance point, he held the boy's waist to keep from jumping off and throbbed his dick several times inside the boy's ass, widening it before the boy slid the remaining length and he was fully impaled. The boy looked resigned, dejected and fucking adorable. Manuel started fucking him with short, deep strokes. At one point he even promised the kid that if he could bring him off within five minutes he wouldn't cum inside the boy. Of course he said this with one of his patented, sardonic "We both know I'm lying" looks, but damned if the boy didn't work for it. Actually, after about four and a half minutes Manuel began tensing up, and in a few more seconds he issued out something that sounded like a prayer in Spanish and slammed in, his balls throbbing as he unloaded his jizz. Then he fell backwards on the bed, contented. After I untied the boy's arms, Manuel told him: "Hey boy, come lick your ass off my dick!" Now the boy was complying without putting up a fuss, and bent over to take the dick in his mouth. This gave James the opportunity to line his absolutely massive dick up with his ass, and slowly pushed in. You could hear him groaning but not really trying to fight it. "This boy is tight as a fucking virgin!" James said, thrusting in inch by inch using small thrusts. We both laughed at the implied insult; we all had impressive cocks; James just had a third leg. "This isn't going to work. Let's change positions." He slid out, which made the boy seem almost to deflate. Then he flipped him over on the edge of the bed in a missionary style position before thrusting back into him. I could see several blots of cum on the carpet and bedsheets from where it had leaked out of the boy's ass (small price to pay). James then wrapped his arms around him and stood up, so that the boy had to put his legs around James while being driven down further on his dick. James began bouncing the boy while kissing his mouth. Actually, more like fucking his mouth with his tongue. In that standing position, while the boy bounced on him over and over, James began taking slow steps out of the bedroom. This was the kind of funny, strange thing James likes to do. Heading back out through the hall and to the living room, he announced to the eight other guys, "Hey boys, I got me a new ornament for my Christmas tree!" There were many cheers, and a few chuckles. James forced the boy's back against a wall and began doing his dammedest to squeeze every last inch of his dick into they boy's insides. A few other guys and I pulled out our cell phones to take videos of the event. "Ready for your third poz load of the night?" James announced, more to the room. Another cheer went up as his eyes rolled back in this head and he let loose what was almost certainly the biggest load of the night. Another of the guys (Hector) managed to get his mouth under the boys ass and began lapping up the stream of cum that managed to drop down. That's when James, who was still nearly balls deep in the boy, got that relaxed look on his face that told me I needed to take immediate action. "James, goddammit, if one drop of the piss your flushing him with ends up on my floor..." James cheerily flipped me the bird and walked the boy to the restroom, never exiting him. A few minutes later, the boy reemerged looking a little more invigorated but also kind of fuzzy; I figured James probably gave him a little 'party favor' to keep him up. That's when the full-on frenzy started. While one guy hauled the boy against the arm of the couch, lifted a leg and started power fucking him, another one sucked the boy's dick while yet another had the boy suck his dick. After the guy behind came, they switched so that the boy was on his back while he ate one guy's ass. My pal Joey saw this as an opportunity to ride the boy's dick, which he guided into himself with practiced ease and began bouncing on him again and again. You could hear the boy moaning in pleasure even while he was eating the ass, and it wasn't long before he was filling Joey's guts with his last neg load. Joey then pushed the other guy off, took his own place at the boy's face and had him felch his own load before telling him "Welcome to the club, kid!" After having cum, the boy seemed even more out of it, the way bottoms sometimes do after they shoot, but that didn't stop anyone. Two more guys took their turns, with one fucking Joey from a seated position on the couch while the other managed to wedge his dick alongside his friends from a kneeling position. The double fucking was entertaining, but neither one was able to cum that way and soon the boy was face-down in the pillows while they took turns fucking him from behind until each one dropped their load. Manuel and I set up the sling in the bedroom, and soon one guy was hard fucking him while another was dropping a load of piss down his throat, with warnings about what would happen if he failed to swallow any of it. Hector took a turn at his ass, using his Prince Albert to stimulate the boy in a way that seemed like it hurt but was turning him back on. A guy named Carl shot his load across Hector's dick before Hector plunged it back in, eventually howling like a crazy man when he came. At one point about five different guys gave the boy a piss bukkake in the shower while Joey fucked him from behind. All in all he probably took about 15-20 loads. Finally the night wound down and people made their exits. After they left, we capped things off by me fucking the boy while Manuel rode his dick. The boy's second orgasm of the night drenched Manuel's insides, and I let loose my own second load. Exhausted, the boy fell asleep sandwiched between us, and that's how we ended up spending the night and early morning. In the morning, we revealed another special surprise: a leather choker (the kind that locks). Initially he didn't want to put it on, but it didn't take much convincing (or threatening) after the previous night. After we fitted him with it, we informed him that until we chose to unlock it, he was our slave. He weakly protested that he wanted to go home. But of course, he was home. His new home. And we had other plans for him that day.

I arrived a little early and ordered a blended frozen coffee beverage, he smile at me when he handed it across the counter. I sat and waited, he left the counter area and went into the back, to clock out I presumed, he came back out sans apron and walked to the exit, motioning for me to follow. I walked him to my car, and we climbed in. we sat in silence for a few moments while I started the car and pulled out of the lot, then he burst out “I’m so sorry I have been ignoring you these past weeks, I was sick last week, I really meant to text you” “Uh huh, so?” “Daddy I have been such an idiot, I was scared and excited when we met, I had so many emotions running through me, when I left your place” “Uh huh, so you saying you want another chance to be my boy?” “Yes daddy, please give me another chance” “I don’t know, you treated me like I was a toy, to be cast aside and forgotten when the novelty wore off” “No daddy I was scared, confused, you treated me like a prince and I didn’t think I was worthy” We were almost to my place, and he laid his head on my shoulder, I pulled in and parked, it would be about an hour before my partner would arrive home from work, time enough to find out what Jake really wanted and perhaps breed him again. I lead him to the kitchen where I deposited my beverage and grabbed the oral-quick test kit, I swabbed the inside of his cheek as per the directions then set the swab to the side, he came up to me and we began making out then I stopped him “You hungry, I was about to make dinner for myself and Jose, my partner, and you said you wanted to talk, not fuck” I was just teasing him, for I had every intention to fuck his sweet ass, but I wanted to see him sweat a little. I pulled out a pork roast, which I had marinating in the refrigerator and placed it in a baking dish, having turned on the oven when we entered I then slid the dish into the oven, turning back to Jake, I saw him looking at the swab “Oh FUCK, you really did it, you pozzed me, you really POZZED me” “Wasn’t that the whole idea of me pumping you full of my toxic seed?” Jake looked devastated, the game he had been playing just became reality “But I didn’t think you’d actually POZ me, all the other loads I’ve taken have never converted me, but yours did” “I told you I had a toxic load and asked you if you were sure you wanted it, didn’t I” “Yes daddy, it’s just I’ve heard that line before and nothing ever really happened before” I pulled out some vegetables from the freezer and placed them in a pot and turned it on low, turning to Jake again, I pulled him into me, and hugging him to reassure him he was not alone in this new journey. We started to make out again, he ground his evident hard-on into my groin causing my cock to fill out and stiffen “I really am you POZ son now aren’t I?” “Yes you are, my little flower” He went back to kissing me and pressing his need into my thigh, I reached down and unbuttoned his pants and eased the zipper down, his pants fell to his ankles exposing his cute AC briefs, and his naked ass, which hung out the back of the sexy apparel. I let him unbutton my fly and ease my zipper down allowing my shorts to fall exposing my stiffening cock as I had gone commando, in anticipation of his carnal needs. He had a large wet spot on the front of his briefs and I knelt down and began sucking on his tool through the flimsy fabric, soon peeling the backless briefs down exposing his hardness and his drooling cock. I licked his precum away from his dick and deep throated all 7.5 inches to the base before standing up and deep kissing him to share his taste with him. “I know you say bottom on your profiles but now is the time you learn to share your gift with others, starting with me” I turned around and guided his drooling stiff cock to my hole and impaled myself on the boy, eliciting a gasp as he sank balls deep in my mancunt “Don’t rush it, I know you’re close but make it last, slow down if you must, but make it last, make love to my ass” Jake worked his cock into my hole slowly at first then sped up then slowed down again, alternating his speed to control the urge to blast my hole with his newly charged venom. He was so involved in making the fuck last he never heard the front door open and close, or Jose drop his clothes behind him and slide up with his hard cock pointing at Jakes sweet hole. Jose wrapped his arms around Jake as his cock slid between the boy’s cheeks and up to his back door drooling copious amounts of precum onto the opening, allowing the boy’s own fucking motions to work the large head into his hole, upon breaching the outer ring Jose pushed the remaining 8 inches deep, fighting to gain control of his rapidly approaching orgasm. Jose didn’t last long and was soon filling Jake with his negative load, triggering Jake to fill me with his first Poz load. I had Jake clean off Jose’s cock and handed off cooking duties to Jose, while I took Jake into the bathroom. Once in the bathroom I had him eat the cum from my ass, cleaning my hole , then I turned him around and slid my cock into his cum lubed hole and started pumping, pulling him up into a kiss to taste his cum and my ass juices on his lips, I pumped him hard blasting my dirty seed to mix with my partners negative semen. “You’re my cum bitch now, and I expect to see you regularly, for your training to be my boy toy” I hugged him forcefully as he cried in my arms, the realization that the chasing was through, or so he thought

I love taking loads while my husband is at work on our bed. and love it when guys talk dirty and say what a cheating little whore I am. I wish I found a nice bull though..

I met a guy named Keith at the gym. At 20, he was a bit younger than my age, but still we hit it off. He was built solid with a gorgeous chest and six inch cock (when soft) that grew to a full eight incher (or more) when hard. We had been dating for a few months when I finally gotten him to fuck me bare. At first he was hesitant, but one morning he woke up with a boner and just started rubbing it along my crack, getting me wet with his precum. He just kept pushing and soon his cock head was in me. I pushed back on him and slowly took more of his bare cock in me, and before long he was balls deep, sliding deep inside me. "Yeah, baby," I said, "I love your cock in me." "I'm afraid I'm gonna cum," he gasped. "Go ahead," I said, "I trust you. Load my ass with your cum." Keith pumped harder and soon unleashed his jizz deep inside me, groaning "Fuck! That was great." Needless to say, that was just the beginning, especially since Keith loved to spend the night, knowing he was going to unload in me in the morning. Sometimes he would fuck me at night too leaving his load in me for some morning fun. One morning after breeding me he said he needed to go in to the city to get some new clothing, and he asked if I wanted to go with him and of course I accepted the invitation. I love the city and it had been a while since I had been there. Once we arrived, Keith began circling looking for a cheap place to park. We were getting to the seedier part of town and passed an adult bookstore I had visited some years earlier, and out of the blue he asked "Ever been to one of those?" "Of course. You haven't?" "Nah. I was always too nervous to go in." "They can be a lot of fun if the right guys show up. Of course, sometimes there are a lot of trolls but when you're horny enough.........." and I just laughed. "Let's do it," he suggested. "Now?" I asked, adding "Are you sure?" "Yeah. I want to see what it's like and you can show me the ropes." He found a parking spot nearby and soon we were inside. I paid for both of us and we went straight in to the arcade. I knew that familiar darkness and the smell of cum. He took my hand and we walked the hallway until our eyes adjusted. It appeared only three booths were occupied. I knew what was probably going on in them so I told Keith to look through one of the glory holes, and upon doing so he looked back at me, smiled, and whispered "There's a naked guy in there." "Nice," I said, "let me see." He got up and I took his place at the glory hole. I slid a finger to the hole hoping to get a taste of the cock on the other wide of the wall, and sure enough, the guy in the booth saw me and slid his cock through the hole. As the cock head came through I licked at the tip with my tongue. "Fuck," Keith remarked, urging me "Suck him." As the cock came fully through the hole I took it I my mouth, looking up at Keith as I sucked the stranger's cock. Keith was apparently fully turned-on, as he began groped himself through his jeans, so I asked "You want me to suck you too?" Wordlessly he pulled his eight inch cock out of his jeans and crowded into the booth with me so I could alternate between the two cocks, occasionally slapping the two of them against one another, just for some variety. I would have taken them both at the same time but the angle was bad so I would suck one, then the other, going back and forth, savoring them both. Soon the cock through the glory hole shot a big load of cum in my mouth. I opened my mouth to show Keith the load I had just taken and he said,"Swallow." "I'll do anything you want," I said and gulped the white jizz down my throat. "Oooh, what a slut you are," he said, adding "I want to see you get fucked in here." "If that's what you want," I said. "I told you I would do anything you wanted." "Let's check out another booth," he said. We went in to another booth next to an occupied one. Keith looked through the glory hole and pushed my head down to it. I saw a guy was stroking his cock so I just put my open mouth to the hole. The guy wasted no time filing my mouth with his hard cock. Keith had me stand up while bent over so he could get to my pants buckle. He unbuckled and unzipped me and pulled my pants down, exposing my butt. His cum was still in me from our morning fuck and he started rubbing his cock against my wet hole, grunting "Oh, baby, I'm going to fuck you right here." He pushed in to me and began fucking my cunt. He hadn't shut the door to the booth so anyone walking by could see his bare cock pounding me. After a few strokes he withdrew and instructed me to turn-around. I did as I was told and he pushed my head down to his cock, making me suck his cock that had just been fucking me. He reached around and stroked the cock through the glory hole. He pushed me back a little so the guy's cock head was against my hole. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked. "Yeah, sure," he said as he rubbed the cock against my hole. He took the guy's cock in his hand and guided it in to my used pussy, coaxingly suggesting "Let him fuck you, baby." I pushed all the way on to the cock and started working it deep inside me. I pumped my butt faster as I sucked Keith's cock. The guy was now fucking full steam, so I knew he was going to unload in me soon. I considered pulling away, but decided I wanted that stranger's cum, so instead I pushed hard against the glory hole and could tell he had unloaded inside me. "Let me see," demanded Keith. I pulled off the guy's cock and turned around. Keith spread my ass cheeks and slipped a couple fingers in to me, then taking a load of cum from my ass and feeding it to me, saying "Eat that cum, baby. I know you love it." "Mmmmm," I moaned, sucking Keith's cum covered fingers until he told me to get up. "I want you naked," he said. "Here? Are you going to close the door?" "Fuck no. Get naked. You said you would do anything I wanted." I couldn't argue with that. I took off my shirt, then my shoes, then pulled my pants off of me. I stood there completely naked with the booth door wide open. A couple guys had shown up and watched as Keith directed me in to the hall where he remarked "Show these guys your used pussy." I leaned against the wall and reached down and spread my ass cheeks exposing my hole, and pushed some cum out. A big dollop dripped down my leg, which led one of the guys to say "That's fucking hot!" "You can have him too if you want," offered Keith. "I'm not sure," replied the guy. "Well, then I'm fucking him," and Keith slipped his cock in to me right there. He pumped my butt while the two guys watched, then started playing with me. Soon they both had their cocks out. Keith pushed my head down on them and made me suck one, then the other while he fucked me. He finally pulled out and turned me around. I sucked his cock and then felt another cock enter my man cunt. The two guys were tag teaming me right there in the hall. "You know he wants your loads," said Keith. My hole was getting pounded by one, then the other, until one of the guys shot his cum up my hole as Keith urged "That's it baby, take that cum. What a fucking slut. Taking stranger's loads." The other guy started fucking me when Keith pushed me on to the floor so the guy had to fuck me doggy. I was on my hands and knees, taking another cock up my ass. He pounded hard when I realized there were more guys there watching. Again Keith offered my services, saying "You can all have a turn if you want," and then turning to me asked "Would you like that, baby?" "Fuck yeah. I want to be a cumpig. I need cum all over me and inside me. You guys can breed me in my ass or mouth or just cum on me. I just need your cum wherever you want to put it." A couple of the guys pulled out their cocks and began stroking by my face. The guy fucking me yelled out that he was cumming and pulled out to shoot his cum all over my hole before Keith made him push it back in to me. "Fucking breed him," he said. He pumped me a few more strokes but there was another guy behind me now. I felt him slide in to me and he pushed me flat on the floor. I could feel his full body against me as he fucked and I realized he had gotten naked too. It was so awesome getting fucked while guys stroked their cocks and Keith watched. Keith told me to look up and smile. I did as I was told and realized he had his camera out, recording me getting fucked and bred. As he snapped away, he suggested "Tell me how much you love this." "I love it," I said. "What do you love?" "I love getting fucked by strangers. I love that you are filming me. I love that you are letting me take bare cocks. I love that you are whoring me out to all these guys." Suddenly, one of the guys over me shot his load all over my face. A huge glob of white cum dripped from my forehead down my cheek. I pushed my tongue out to try to catch some of it in my mouth. The guy fucking me rubbed it over my face then pulled out of me and flipped me over. He had me on my back on the dirty floor. He got on top of me and pulled my legs up, as he pushed his cock back in to me announcing "I'm gonna breed your butt right here on the floor." "Fill him up," answered Keith approvingly. I looked up and saw that Keith had gotten naked too. One of the guys was sucking his cock and I knew I was going to get his load too. The guy fucking me pumped harder and then pushed in and held still. I could feel his throbbing cock as he unloaded up my hole. "Fuck, you are a total whore," he said. "Yeah, but he's my whore," said Keith as he pulled me up off the floor. He bent me over and slid his cock in to my cum filled cunt. "Oh, baby. This is too fucking hot! I'm going to want to do this again and again." "Whatever you want, I'll do," I said. Keith pumped harder and soon yelled out, "Here it comes, baby, your last load of the day!" as he unloaded his cum inside me. I shot my load all over the floor after he pulled out and the other guys watched as we got dressed. I had cum still leaking from my cock and my ass. I smelled like a whore after we left but Keith still had to go shopping. I was a little embarrassed to be like that in public but as I had told Keith, "I'll do whatever you want."

[Above: A picture of me in March 2013, immediately after taking a raw load deep in my pozzed-up cumhole.] I wasn't always a cumpig. Throughout my 20s, I was extremely careful to use condoms all the time, even in committed relationships. But when I was about 25, I discovered bareback porn, and it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen: these guys freely gave up their asses to raw tops, BEGGING for loads, celebrating cum instead of fearing it. Bareback porn felt dangerous and intense and exactly right. Soon enough, I was on the local phone chatline, talking to guys who told me all about the world of poz pigs: bugchasers, giftgivers, conversion parties. I began posting profiles on bareback hookup sites, but only as a top -- that was my compromise, my attempt to play with fire from a safe distance. But every time I had my raw dick buried in a jockpig's beautiful wide-open boybutt, I'd see the blissed-out look on his face, his muscular legs spread wide to reveal his hungry faggot cumhole. And after pounding his guts full of my DNA, I'd feel that total sense of connection as I pulled my cum-covered cock from his hole, tiny strings of jizz connecting my raw dick with his pulsing, hungry, dripping cunt. Of course, I wasn't content to live vicariously through those bottom pigs. I wanted to BE them. I finally began living the life of an unapologetic bareback pig in 2007 -- the same weekend I moved to San Francisco. It was mid-July and I was looking for a hookup online. I found a hot couple (one top, one vers); the top wanted to watch his boyfriend take raw dick. I volunteered and headed their way. When I arrived, I was happy to see that they were even hotter than their pictures. Both were in their 30s; the top, Jake, had a square jaw, wolfish eyes, and a tuft of chest hair sticking out from the neck of his T-shirt. His boyfriend, Trey, was a few years younger, clean-shaven and very preppy-looking. It was clear from their tight T-shirts that they had some seriously hot bodies under their clothes. I sat down on their couch, all of us still fully dressed. After a little bit of small talk, there was an awkward pause. Then Jake said to me, "So -- do you party?" I shook my head. "No, I've never done that." He glanced over at Trey, then back at me. "Well -- would you like to try it?" "It's no big deal either way," Trey said to me, doing his best to be as nonchalant as possible. "This stuff just makes you feel a little more horny, that's all." I shrugged. "Sure, I guess," I said. Jake flashed a little half-smile, then grabbed a pipe from a desk drawer. He put the pipe up to my lips, lit it, and told me to wait until his command. Then, when smoke began emerging from the top of the pipe, he told me to begin inhaling slowly. It was a very big hit -- he had me inhaling for a long time, and the cloud that came out of my mouth was thick and solid white -- but he registered disappointment. "That wasn't a very big one," he said. "Let's try one more." Then another. All three hits were administered under the pretense that they were too tiny to be effective. But after that third hit, I sat back, rubbed my crotch, and immediately began squirming on the sofa, feeling a strange, restless need to be naked and feel Jake's muscular, hairy body rubbing up against mine. Jake was watching me closely, nodding while he growled under his breath. "You can take your clothes off, Ben," he said, smiling that half-smile again. "Just get naked. Show off for me. You feeling good?" [Above: A picture of me taken immediately after returning from a hotel party, where I took two loads in my pighole.] I nodded. In fact, I had NEVER felt so good. As I took off my shirt and pants, Jake pulled his dick out of his pants and picked up the pipe again. His 8.5" cock was the perfect instrument for pounding another man into submission -- fat, slightly curved upward, with a mushroom head that was already dripping precum. This amazing tool, hard and glistening, bounced up and down as Jake hit the pipe. He blew the smoke into my mouth, then began running his hands all over my body. "How do your nips feel?" he asked. "They're tingling," I said. He laughed. "Yeah, they sometimes do that when you're fucked up. And how does this feel?" He ran his fingers lightly between my balls and my hole, causing me to gasp. No man's touch had ever felt this amazing. My legs immediately spread to give him easier access to a spot I never knew existed. Jake grinned again. "Nice, Ben. You ever get fucked?" "Sometimes," I said between shivering breaths, his fingers still brushing against my perineum. "Not often." "Well, you certainly look like you're in the mood for some dick," he said. "Do you want my dick inside you?" I answered with a nod. "No," he said, "Nodding isn't good enough. I asked if you wanted my dick inside you. I need to hear what you want." "I want your dick inside me," I said. "Good boy," he replied. Then a pause. "You read our profile, so you must be aware that we only fuck raw," he continued. "Did you know that?" I nodded. "I need to hear it," he said. "I know you only fuck raw." "And once I'm inside this sweet little fuckhole, I will not pull out. Period. Do you understand?" "I understand." Another pause as he continued to brush his fingers around the perimeter of my hole, my legs stretching further and further back as the Tina gave me a hunger for sex like I'd never known. "Now, unless I'm mistaken, I think your profile said that you're negative," he said. "Is that true?" A long pause. I didn't want to answer, because I was afraid that if I told him the truth, he might send me home out of concern for my health. But something about the situation -- his seductive tone, his dripping dick, his half-smile -- told me that I could be honest. "Yes, it's true," I said. "I was tested last week, and I'm still negative." "So you must be aware that the two of us are positive. Right?" "Yeah, I know you're poz." "And you still want me to fuck you?" I couldn't answer at first. All I could feel were those fingers teasing my partied-up fuckhole. "Yes," I finally said. "I still want you to fuck me." "Raw." "Yes, raw." "With our poz cocks, our poz precum, our toxic seed?" "Yes, poz." He grabbed both sides of my head, and drew me close to him so that we were looking directly into each others' eyes. "Tell me what you want, Ben. I know you've been keeping this a secret for a long time, but your secret's safe with me. And you can't get what you want until you tell me exactly what you're craving right now." "Poz seed," I choked out. I couldn't believe I was saying this, and yet I'd never been so turned on in my life. "You want poz seed blasted inside this sweet little neg fuckhole?" "Yes." "Good boy. Repeat after me: 'Please poz me, Jake.'" "Please poz me, Jake." "Louder, boy." "PLEASE POZ ME, JAKE." "Good. I'm so proud of you, Ben." He slapped my ass. "Now I think you need to go jump in the shower. You know what you're about to become? You're about to become a true bottom. Do you know what that means?" "No." "A true bottom," he said, "doesn't let fear get in the way of his top's dick. A true bottom freely surrenders his hungry fuckhole, spreads it wide for the man splitting him in half. Poz or neg, it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is for the bottom to serve his top man like a good bottom should. It's all about embracing your role as a hot, muscular, hungry jockhole, existing solely to please pig tops. Is that what you want to be -- a true bottom? A bottom pig?" "Yes, please. Please make me a true bottom." At that moment, I saw his fat dick twitch, then ooze a heavy stream of precum onto the floor. Jake's half-smile was now a wide-open, evil grin. "Go shower up, boy," he said. "I can't wait to blast your insides full of my poz seed." MORE SOON...

I was walking in my favorite sex club, the smell of sweat, cum, and poppers were in the air. I was intoxicated by the smell and my hole was buzzing, in the video room, my SIR had made a big show of breeding my hole, a few guys added their sperm and felched my used furry black ass. My SIR kissed me, told me I was his good boy, and sent me to play on my own, to find a hole to breed. This was the first time that I had been out in a week, as I had recently had the fuck flu, which, of course, derailed my play time, but my SIR, my POZDADDY was proud of me: I had taken his seed, his virus. I had earned his collar and a permanent place in his life. Not the usual thoughts one has while walking through a dark and dingy sex club, but I couldn't help myself, and I found myself wondering if I should find some condom queen and stealth him, or just look for a bareback slut, or hold-out for the willing and honest bug chaser? I heard grunting, I heard a voice beg "More, harder." The voice made my blood boil. I knew exactly who it was! Instantly, a huge grin crossed my face. Perfect. Just too fucking perfect. A huge, 'roided-out tattooed Daddy that I knew from the gym walked out of the booth, his dick (sporting a PA) flopped out of his jeans. My prey. I walked in the room, and there he was bent over... a blindfold around his eyes... my younger brother. I was instantly hard. On the floor I saw discarded and semen-filled condoms. Such a waste, still, if he is playing safe, then he's probably neg. Perfect, I thought. Without a word, I bent down and tongue-fucked my younger brother's used hole. I gotta admit, although I grew-up hating my brother, I was hard as a rock, if only because undeniable that nice asses ran in our family. Or was I hard because I knew what I had in store for him? My dick got even harder when I glanced on his hand and saw his wedding ring. I spread his bubbled ass cheeks apart, unlike me, his ass is nice and smooth. He whimpered like the bitch he is as my tongue went in deeper. Usually, I hate the taste of an ass that has been tainted by latex, but all I could think about was infecting his body with my, my SIR, my POZDADDY'S virus. I lined-up my bare cock and nudged his hole, at the same time, catching sight of the biohazard tattoo that I sported on my torso, below my navel. Still wordless, I grinned. Then my brother pulled out a condom and handed it to me. I opened it, took out the condom, and threw it aside, I held poppers to his nose. In his fucked-out and popper induced haze, he didn't register that I wasn't wearing the condom as my bareback, incestuous dick entered his hole. I grabbed his ass, and began plowing his hole. I wondered how many men had fucked him that night, and how long he had led a secret life of being a bottom bitch, while married to my sister-in-law. Heh heh, he'd be a poz bottom bitch once I was done with him. I thought about all the times he was favored as we grew up, and imagined my dick was a gun, and my semen were the bullets. As he knew it, his life would be over. "Oh man, that feels so fucking good, so fucking amazing!" I thought how my family had disowned me, and how vocal he had been about not wanting a faggot for a brother. Who's the faggot now, I thought. He was in a darkroom, bent over, his estranged older brother's poz death stick violating his lying, cheating ass. This was too good, this was too much. My nuts began to boil over. The trigger went off. I let loose my potent, high viral load poz sperm deep into his guts. He exclaimed "Holy shit! Wha... wha... did you cum in me! You better not have!" as he took off his blindfold. I laughed as his face went pale, remarking with a smirk "You're hardly in a position to make demands... baby brother."

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

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

Lately I have been cruising Craigslist and have found plenty of ‘straight men’ from the non-men4-men sections more than willing to let me suck them off, or on occasion, when I get them really hard, willing to let me bend over so they can unload in my ass. I never tell them I am POZ as they never ask – so I find it hot as hell taking their neg dicks especially from the guys who insist over and over they only play safe until they have a raw hole in front of them. This past weekend I had gotten a good supply of Tina and was horny as hell. I had hit the usual gay websites, picked up a few loads, including two from an AIDs fucker top – woof! It was not enough, I needed more cum and raw dick, so I hit Craigslist. It was about 10:00 p.m., and I thought my chances of getting someone who had been drinking and was horny might be pretty good. One of my favorite sections on Craigslist is the MM4W ads, where two or more guys are looking to gangbang a woman and there are always a few posts that make my ass twitch and ache for dick. This was one of those times as the second ad down was from two black guys who called themselves the ‘Mandingo Taggers’ and were looking for “..a white pussy who can take 10 inch pipe in all 3 holes – fucking NOW!! No GAMES – we fucking NOW!!” There were a few pictures with the ad, the first dick looked long and thick, cut, hard and resting on a chair between nice, firm black legs. The second was long, also cut, dark, and was standing straight up as the guy was taking the picture laying down and in the background was a TV with porn on. Unlike most ads, this one had face pics too. The first guy looked to be in his late 20s, with a thin mustache and a chin beard, white baseball cap, and a gray t-shirt that said ‘Westpoint’ in white letters. The other guy looked about the same age, with a shaved head that had 5-o’clock shadow, clean face, and no shirt. His face pic was not as clear, but I swear I had seen him post in the past on the M4T (Men for Cross Dressers/Transsexuals) section of Craigslist. As I looked at the other ads I noticed these guys had several ads up going back to early that morning looking for a woman to bang. The first one started out pretty PG, “A group of professional well hung black males are looking for ONE lady for a wonderful GANGBANG experience TONIGHT or later this week.” But as the day progressed and they apparently had no luck, their ads became shorter and more blunt until the one that caught my eye. ‘Mandingo Taggers’ looking for “..a white pussy who can take 10 inch pipe in all 3 holes – fucking NOW!! No GAMES – we fucking NOW!!” When I am horny and fucked up on Tina, I get pretty bold, so I snorted a few big lines and figured what the fuck, all they could do is not hit me back. I replied to their ad and attached a picture of me on my hands and knees, my big white ass front and center, and a pair of red lace panties pulled down just below my hips to show off the way to my hole. I have found it s amazing how much ‘straight guys’ are willing to look past if there is a pair of red lace panties around. I told the Mandingo Taggers how much I needed big black dick in my ass pussy, I could take all the pipe they got, and was willing to let them fuck however they wanted to, and would do anything – especially raw. I ended with, “PS – I can be generous with $300 as I am a bottom guy and know that may not be exactly what you were looking for, but I’m a white pussy willing to please and don’t mind it being anonymous – don’t need to see your faces.” While I had their pics from Craigslist, I knew most of those were fake, so figured they may like knowing I was good with them being on the Down Low (DL). I hit the send button and waited, assuming I would hear nothing, but about 2 minutes later got an email back. Damn that was quick, and a good sign! They asked for my number to text me to confirm if I was real, I needed to understand they were not gay, but if the hustle was true, they could handle that. I texted them right away, promised my offer of $300 was true as long as they pounded my pussy good. They replied with an address and ‘put the panties on.’ The rush of excitement was amazing as my adrenaline mixed with the Tina and made my ass wet as I thought about all that dick. I did a couple more lines, grabbed my poppers, a small brown bottle filled with Tina, my wallet and headed out. A quick stop at the ATM and cab ride and I was on the other side of town. The address they gave me was in Southeast DC, and a pretty rough part of that area, but I did not care. I just wanted some raw dick and I was hoping for even more, hoping they were infected with something to give me as I played roulette with my ass. The front door to the building was locked, the two guards at the desk looked at me, buzzed me in, and when I showed my ID and wrote my name on the paper on the clipboard they sort of looked at each other like “what the fuck?” They must not get a lot a lot of white guys there, alone, late on a Saturday night as one of them stepped out from behind the desk and offered to walk me down to the elevators. Like I said, the Tina makes me bold, and the rent-a-cop was hot, and I swear his left hand was rubbing the bulge that ran down his leg as we walked. When we got near the elevator I saw the hallway was clear so I took out my small brown bottle of Tina, showed it to the rent-a-cop and said, “Hey, before I head up, you interested in a little?” His eyes focused on the bottle, looked at me, back at the bottle, and he said, “Um, yeah, man, not here.” He stepped several feet down the hall, pulled his key ring away from his waist, and turned a lock in a door that had an EXIT sign above it. He stepped through, I followed, and we were in a little hallway that led to a back door. I handed him the bottle, he opened it, tapped a small pile of Tina onto his finger, then sniffed it. He repeated that for the other nostril, then handed it to me and I did the same. He shook his head back and forth real quick as it kicked in and said, “Thanks.” We went back into the hallway and I caught the elevator and as the doors slid close I knew the bulge in his pants was even bigger now – thank the Tina!! I opened the bottle again and did a huge hit. I wanted to be fucked up for this and have my ass relaxed as much as possible. I was tempted to do a booty bump, but decided best not to get caught with my finger up my ass. I stepped off the elevator and started down the hall. The entire hallway smelled like weed, there was loud music, people talking and yelling - noisy party place for sure. The apartment number they gave me was the next to the last apartment on the right side. I pushed the little doorbell button by the peephole, heard it ring, and waited. A few people came out of an apartment down the hall and went to the elevator, but paid me no mind. I pushed the bell again and heard a couple of chains undone and the deadbolt turned. The door opened into a dark hallway with the flickering of a TV in a room at the other end. I was enveloped by a cloud of smoke from weed, and knew these dudes were as fucked up as I was, so yeah this should be fun. I could not see who opened the door as he was behind it, but I stepped through and into the hallway. A really deep voice said, “Go on,” as he put his hand on my back and pushed me forward. I walked down the hall and into the living room/dining room. The only light in the apartment was coming from the porn on the TV – a bleached blond woman being gangbanged by four big dicked black guys. DAMN! There was a huge couch just to my right that took up most of the living area that was facing the TV. It was one of those deep seated, soft couches made for chilling and near the end was a black guy with some hot tats on his chest, naked, except for a dark colored bandana covering the lower half of his face and sunglasses. He looked like a bandit. I wanted to laugh as all I could think was how would you do a stick up naked? But he had the gun for it, a huge black dick, sticking straight up, that he was stroking. His dick was shiny from the lube and he was intent on the TV as he was stretched out and laid back, stroking. There was a big coffee table in front of the couch that had a few boxes of Magnums spilling out, ashtrays, some glasses, and several porn DVD cases. Damn – didn’t want the condoms for sure, but if that was the only way I could get their dick I would take it covered if I had to. The guy behind me pushed me forward again, “Let me see those panties,” he said. I slipped my sneakers off, took off my pants, and bent over a little so he could have a good look. As I did I looked back at him. Was not sure which guy he was from the pictures, but like his friend the only thing he was wearing was a dark colored bandana covering the lower part of his face, but no sun glasses. His eyes were glassy and fucked up looking and he started pushing at my shirt, getting it out of the way. I pulled my shirt up under my arms, bent all the way over, and showed him my white ass and the red panties. I knew this Mandingo Tagger liked what he was looking at as he started pulling the panties to the side and rubbing a thick finger in my ass crack. The guy on the couch was now looking at us as the guy behind me pushed up close so I could feel his big hard dick and started walking me towards his friend with his body. I walked forward towards the end of the couch that had a big bottle of WET lube on it, and turned around so the Mandingo Tagger on the couch could have a look at my ass as I bent over and started sucking the first guy’s dick. His dick was hard, thick, and heavy like a club. A recent trimming had left his shaft, balls, and surrounding pubic region a minefield of stubble that pricked and tickled. He was uncut, so that picture was accurate, and I was in heaven as I inhaled his musky, sweaty, scent. I could not wait to get his dick up my ass and was sucking it as best I could. The guy sitting on the couch reached over and twirled a finger inside the edge of my panties, and as he stood up, pulled them to the side. He squirted some lube, slipped a finger up my ass, and started finger-fucking me. I was moaning as I sucked and tried to pitch my voice high so it sounded more feminine. He set the bottle of lube onto the coffee table, grabbed a set of the Magnum condoms, ripped one off, and stepped back behind me. I continued sucking the first guy not sure I was doing OK as he was not saying a word or really even moaning, but I just kept at it. I could hear the guy behind me fumbling with the Magnum packet, tear it open, and then felt a line of cold lube squirted down the crack of my ass. His fingers found my hole again and I could hear him jacking his dick, getting it ready. I could tell he had a condom on when he started to push his dick in as it seemed to catch and did not want to go. He pushed, squirted some more lube and I backed my ass up best I could while still keeping the dick in my mouth. The guy behind me grabbed my hips and started pumping – calm, steady, short stabbing pumps. While he had a big dick it just felt like he was only in the outer part of my ass, so my moaning of pleasure became moans of begging, wanting him deeper. Fucking condoms! After a few minutes the guy I was sucking pulled away and went and sat down on the couch where the other guy had been. When he did, the guy behind me started to pull out, and again the condom sort of caught, and I could tell pulled part way off as he had to yank the empty part of it out of my ass as he pulled all the way out. He turned me around and I bent over the soft arm of the couch and the guy sitting there guided my head to his dick. My ass was high and waiting and the guy who had been fucking slipped back into my ass – this time without any resistance or hesitation. He was fucking me RAW!! He slid in so easily and there was no catching I was sure he was barebacking me – YES!!!! In my excitement I started moving my hips and tried backing up to meet each thrust, while keeping the other dick in my mouth. He must have taken the condom all the way off when we changed positions and was now stealthing me and barebacking me so his buddy couldn’t see. The Mandingo Tagger fucking me picked up his pace and was now grunting as he fucked. The guy I was sucking now put his hand on my head and pressed up and down as he said, “YEAH BOY, FUCK THAT WHITE PUSSY, FUCK HER BLOND PUSSY.” The guy behind me then put one foot up on the arm of the couch to my right and angled me to the left just a little as he now slammed my ass, while his buddy encouraged him. I was moaning like a woman as best I could with a raw dick in my mouth and another pounding my pussy ass. The Taggers took their time and the guy fucking had awesome stamina as he kept a hard and steady pace banging my ass out, opening it up, and fucking it only the way a man in need can. “UGH, UH, UGHH!!!!” THE GUY FUCKING ME MOANED AND I FELT HIM UNLOAD IN MY ASS. On Tina I swear my ass is more sensitive and I knew I felt every squirt of his cum inside me, and man did he cum. It seemed to take him forever to stop nutting up my ass and once he was done, he continued to work it in and kept pumping. I was hoping he would go for round two, but he dropped his foot, yanked his cock out and said, “Where’s the money?” Damn- guess that was all I was getting, so I stood up, turned and said, “In my left front pocket.” I watched as he walked over towards the hallway, his big dick swinging with each step and wanted to ask for more. The guy on the couch then said, “Keep sucking me.” I bent back over the arm of the couch, but he guided me around in front of him so that I was kneeling between his legs sucking his dick as he watched the porn. A few minutes later I heard a door close followed closely by a wracking cough that sounded like someone was hacking up a lung. I stopped and looked up and the guy I was sucking who said, “He just went in to his bedroom a minute. I want to fuck that pussy now.” I let go of his wet, sloppy dick, anxious to see what this Mandingo Tagger could throw down. I stood up, he turned me around, backed me up and made me sit on the couch. He pushed my legs back as he half stood/half squatted over me and roughly yanked the red panties to the side. With my hole exposed, he stood over me, his legs spread to the side like he was on the football field and getting ready to meet a tackle head on. He then lifted my legs up so they were pushed back by his arms as he leaned forward a bit and I put my arms around his neck. Standing/squatting over my hole like he was, he put his long arms down each side of my body, with his hands cupping my ass, spreading my hole for his dick. He did not stop and grab a condom – yes he was FUCKING ME RAW too!!! He didn’t grab any lube either, just used what the first Mandingo Tagger had left in my hole as he worked the head into my raw ass and then slid deep in my slicked up guts. “THAT’S IT BABY, WORK THAT WHITE PUSSY FOR ME, COME ON BABY, RIDE THIS DICK – RIDE DADDY’S DICK – FUCK – GODDAM!!” This guy was pretty verbal and I loved it. I pitched my voice again, and said, “Please fuck my pussy, fuck it hard, give me your big black pole, fuck me, fuck me!!!” He started fucking even harder, and the way he was standing/squatting he could really dig and power fuck me and I truly felt like a pussy as he continued to use his hands to spread my hole for his huge black dick. I wanted his cum so bad and was afraid he would pull out, as he got closer. The Tagger was built to fuck, with powerful thighs and a deep stroke, with stamina that outlasted the first guy as he churned my wet hole inside out with his long black dick. All the chem sweat that beaded off his body and dripped onto me as he took charge of my ass and made my hole his. The bandana on his face was wet and stained from his fuck sweat and his eyes were rolling around in pleasure as he explored my ass with his raw dick. “Please give it to me, please give me those black babies – give me your babies,” I said. This turned him on as he grunted and said, “Oh YEAH”. So I kept it up, “Breed my pussy, cum in me, breed my pussy, GIVE ME YOUR BABIES!!!” His fingers dug into my ass as he slam fucked and unloaded inside me, moaning, groaning, twisting his face and shaking his head as his load exploded into my guts to mix with his buddy’s. He only pumped about twice more before pulling out and letting my legs fall. He was breathing hard, stood up, shook his head, stepped to the other end of the couch, grabbed a t-shirt that was balled up there, turned his back to me and lifted the bandana on his face and used the t-shirt to wipe the sweat off his face and chest. I stood up, realigned the red panties, and took a step over to my pile of clothes. “Yo, I ain’t done yet. My homie ain’t neither. We been geeking for white pussy all motha fuckin day and now that we got some in the house we plan to work it over!” The glass he drank from sounded like it was going to break the coffee table when he slammed it back down. He adjusted his bandana, stepped in front of me, grabbed the top edge of the red panties with both hands and then RIPPED THEM apart and tugged and pulled and tore until they came off me. He then looked at the shredded bits in his hand, grabbed the back of my head roughly with his right hand and held me steady as with his left he crammed the panty shreds into my open mouth. The Mandingo Tagger then laughed and slapped my ass, “Fucking slut! Now get yo ass up on the couch. No stand the fuck up on it like this, grab onto the back and arch your hips and squat down a bit – that’s right – bend over – show me that white pussy again.” This time it was not his still hard dick that went exploring, but his tongue, which was firm, longer than some guys’ dicks, and intent on tasting what he and his homie had deposited. I pulled the panty bits out of my mouth and gagged and spit, which made his slap my ass cheeks hard, but did not stop him from getting down to business. “Yeah freak man, eat me out. Bury that face up in there. Get at it boy!” I urged. Then I had an idea. I pulled forward a bit, the Tagger now getting nothing but air, “You ever given a booty bump? Tasted one? Let me grab my stash.” I quickly hopped off the couch, grabbed my bottle of Tina, stepped back up on the couch, licked my finger and coated it in powder as I squatted right in front of his eager bandit face and said, “TASTE THAT SHIT FUCKER!” before coating the inside of my wet ass with Miss T. The Tagger buried his face back up in my ass and was slurping at my frosty when his homie came back out into the living room. He swaggered towards us, his dick hard, the head glistening and drooling – fucker was ready for another round! He still had on his shades and bandana, and I wondered how he could see, but see he could as he zoned right in on the spit covered, red lace panty bits that were now on the couch beside me. He reached down, picked at the pile, withdrew the biggest piece, and deftly reached under the bandana on his face and put the end of it in his mouth and started chewing on it as he turned a bit to watch his homie eat my Tina laced ass. WHAT THE FUCK! This was one of the oddest fuck sets I had ever seen, yet little did I know this was nothing compared to what was to come. The Tagger eating my ass backed off and the one with the red lace panty shards dangling from his mouth stepped right up behind me and slammed his stiff rod into my ass. No ‘Bottom May I?’, no foreplay, no warning – not that I minded at all. I crouched down a bit to make sure every thrust hit my gut walls. I wanted that shit to hurt and wanted to have my guts sore for a couple and know I had been fucked. “COME ON SLAM IT IN THERE MAN, OPEN ME UP, DEEP DICK IT, PUSH THAT NASTY NUTT UP IN THERE GIVE ME THAT RAW DICK!” I demanded like a pushy bottom. The one that had been eating my Tina ass reached out and cuffed my head, “Shut the fuck up bitch.” The Tagger in the sunglasses kept banging me out long and hard, and the more I squatted back to meet his dick, the rougher he split my guts open. His sweaty thighs and hips were smacking me good and his fingers were digging into my flesh to ensure I would not run. Hell – running from that dick was the last thing I wanted to do – HA! Several minutes of steady fucking later the Tagger yanked his black meat out of my ass, stood back, and I turned and could not help but laugh as he looked like a wild and crazy man dancing back and forth side to side, his arms out wide, the panty piece now wet and slimy hanging down from his mouth. I didn’t see the second BBC so was not sure where he went, when the Tagger stopped and started coughing, hacking again. He spit the sloppy piece of panties onto the floor, followed by a big wad of phlegm. “Please – let me taste it,” I begged. He stopped dancing, reached out and grabbed me by the throat, squeezed my neck tight and pushed me down to my knees. I instinctively opened my mouth and closed my eyes – the first slippery chunk hit my cheek, but he took two fingers, swiped it towards my mouth and let me lick him clean. He gripped my neck harder, hacked and pulled another wad from deep in his lungs, and that one planted half in my mouth and on my upper lip, but quickly slid down. The evil laugh that followed made me smile – yeah he was a twisted fucker. The Tagger pulled me back up and turned me around. I grunted as he shoved his dick back inside me and then with me on my tip toes he whore walked me over to the glass dining room table. With his left arm he made a quick sweep of the dirty dishes, papers, and shit that was on the table and once a space was cleared pushed me face down onto the glass top and began long stroking me – slow, deep, and without mercy. “Please – can I get my bottle – you know my Tina?” I asked. The Tagger kept fucking and I was getting ready to ask again when he stopped, pulled his dick out of my sloppy ass and stood back waiting. I quickly went back to the couch and found the bottle I had dropped. I poured some out, sniffed it, squinted, my eyes teared up and then hurried back to the table where my BBC stuffer was anxiously waiting. He grabbed the bottle from me, poured out a big amount, which I though he was going to sniff, but instead he coated three fingers, turned me to the side, and started to claw my ass up with a hot Tina bump. I moaned in pleasure as his fingers stretched my ass more. My face hit the glass table top hard as the Tagger got back down to business, this time he was mumbling under his bandana, “…whore for this dick…stretching that pussy wide open…pimp that shit out…who’s your daddy?...” His rambling didn’t pause a beat when the second Mandingo showed back up, on his hands and knees at the end of the table, craning his neck trying to get a close up view of the fucking. He crawled under the table, flipped over onto his back, and pushed himself and wiggled so that he was lying almost directly under my hole with a perfect view of his homie’s dick going in and out. My ass twitched as I watched through the glass table top at the BBC underneath us being stroked hard, fast, and furious. He clearly liked what he saw and his buddy must have liked being watched too because only a minute later I felt him pause, stiffen, and his buddy on the floor say, “FUCK YEAH BOY – THOSE BALLS THROWING THAT NUTT INTO THAT PUSSY! LET ME SEE THAT CREAMPIE – LET ME BE THE CLEANUP MAN.” The Tagger who just unloaded in my ass slowly continued to work his nutt in as he pulled me to a standing position, backed me two steps away with his dick still inside me, and waited for his friend to get out from underneath the table. Once his friend was up he pulled all the way out, turned me around, and wagged his slimy dick at me. I bent over and moaned in pleasure as I savored the tasted of his funky dick, my wet ass, and Tina flavored nutt. The voyeur Tagger was busy slurping at my cream filled hole like a kid devouring a Twinkie. Once his dick was clean the Tagger walked away, swaggered down the hall and slammed a door and started hacking again. Damn I wished he had given it to me. The guy who had been eating my hole stopped, walked over by the couch, picked up the right boot of a pair of Timberlands, and deftly pulled out the camel colored laces. He then quickly made a loop, a knot, and wound the laces around his dick and balls, crossed the ends and pulled tight. His dick jumped in pain and happiness as his improvised cock ring forced the blood to engorge his dick. He than walked over to me, grabbed my arm tight and walked me to the other side of the room. I stood still as he then proceed to pull the drapes back, the damp humid window splintering the parking lot lights. “Bend the fuck over, put your hands flat on the glass on don’t you fucking move,” he snarled. “No wait a sec,” he pushed me to the side, slid the large living room door open, and instead of putting my hands on the glass had me bend forward, grip the window sill, and then slammed me to the hilt. I grunted, moaned, and my eyes rolled. He started to yell, making the flitting shadows of folks walking past down in the parking lot stop and watch, “THAT’S RIGHT – FUCKING THAT WHITE SLOPPY PUSSY – WHORE CUNT FOR NICCAS RIGHT HERE – CRAVING THAT CHUNKY NUTT AND LONG, BLACK, THICK DICK! THOSE PUSSY LIPS TRYIN TO GRAB MY SHIT AND BREAK IT OFF – FUCKING SLUT – TAKING ALL THIS LONG, BLACK, DICK – BEGGING FOR MY FUCKING NUTT – BEGGING LIKE A RIGHT GOOD SLUT – BEGGING TO GET KNOCKED UP – YO BOYS WHITE PUSSY IN THE HOUSE – GET THAT FUCKING RIDE ON AND BANG THE BITCHES BACK OUT! OH FUCK YEAH, HERE THAT SHIT COMES – OH FUCK YEAH HERE THAT SHIT COMES – OH FUCK YEAH, FUCK YEAH, YEAH…YEAH..YEAH…TAKE THAT LOAD, TAKE THAT NUTT, TAKE IT…TAKE IT…TAKE IT!!!!” Once the Mandingo Tagger finished his latest breeding he slithered out of my hole and stood there, huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf that just finished working over Little Red Riding Hood. Without a word I got on my knees and slurped his dick clean of my ass funk – nutt, ass juice, more nutt – fucking manna from heaven! I then looked up and asked him if he was up for more. He just shook his head no, so I went over, picked up my clothes and got dressed. When I reached into my pockets I confirmed his friend had found the cash and told him that, but also realized his friend took my money to get home too. “Can I get money for a cab or Metro I asked?” The Tagger just shook his bandana covered head no and started pushing me towards the door! Oh well, guess I could walk if I had to, at least he did not take my Tina. I took a monster hit of Tina in the elevator and when I got to the first floor passed several people who were just coming in. I stopped at the front desk and the two rent-a-cops I saw when I came in were still there, and two more stepped out from the office – I showed up right at shift change. The guard I had shared the Tina with hit his buddy on the arm when I walked up and chuckled and half whispered, “That’s the ass that was getting tagged by the homies up on the east side – you know the shit you heard when you was making the rounds.” I pulled my bottle of Tina out, smiled my most innocent smile and said, “Hey guys – what’s up? You won’t believe this, but I seem to have misplaced my cash for my ride home. Is there any way one of you guys might be able to help me out – or maybe I could help you out?” They all four laughed and the one I had shared the Tina with definitely rubbed his bulge, pointed with his thumb to an open door leading to a bathroom behind them in the office as he said, “Pay to play baby, pay to play,” as he unlocked the office door to the left of the desk and invited me in.

Used to hang with this hot top Latin fucker. Was about ten years older than me but had this big beer can uncut dick I'd do anything for. He knew I liked darker guys so he used to take me to Midtowne spa in East LA to whore my hole out - bout 50% Latin, 30% black rest Asian and white, so I was in heaven Before we'd go, he'd strap me into this gasmask that had a hole in the front just large enough for a pipe. On the ride over he'd shove a pipe in the hole, lit it up and laughed as he watched the mask fill up with so much smoke I couldn't see. He'd keep my flying all the way making me play with my hard dick. When we got there I'd strip and he take me down to the basement. The place was huge - five full floors and the basement was where the pigs hung out. The basement was almost pitch back and in the back, around the corner there was an old mattress on the floor. There was a dim light above and one wall lined in mirrors. He'd forced me on the mattress face down, blindfold me and tie me spreadeagled down to the rings placed on the four corners. He lubed my hole up and then with his massive hand shove a couple of huge bumps up my begging hole - and then he'd leave heading up stairs to fuck some hole. There I lay, hole gaping and waiting. High horny dudes would walk in, breed and use my hole all day long. Every hour or so my dude would wander back and check up on me. He wanted my hole deep seeded raw, so when he saw condoms next the mattress he grab them up and empty each open deep up up my ass - along with another big bump. This would continue for hours until he wanted to go. Then he walk all through each floor, gathering up every condom he could find on the floor and in the trash. He'd walk down with 30 or 40 used loads in his hand and one by one empty them up my ass. My hole was loose at his point his hand slipped in easily and he fisted those cum loads deep until I was begging for his own load. He climbed on and gave me the one breeding I was beGGin for all day. This continued almost every month for a year and then he moved away

I love going to Palm Springs. You see, once a year some friends - anywhere between 5 and 7 of us - rent a house with a pool for a long weekend. It’s never the same group of people and usually there's at least one person I don’t know at the start of the 4 days. This time I did know everyone, just not very well…. yet. The reason these Palm Springs weekends are so great is because there’s inevitably going to be sex involved. In years past there was lots of drugs as well. But it seems that, as we ‘mature’ that party aspect has gradually knocked down to alcohol and coke. Man, I miss Tina! And sex too, for that matter. I’ve been celibate for about a year with no boyfriend or regular hook-ups. At just 5’6” I had put on an extra 15lbs from drinking. Now 15lbs probably doesn’t sound like much, but to a late 30-something living in gay West Hollywood, CA — an extra 15lbs that’s not muscle might as well classify you as obese. But over the last few months I’ve been taking care of myself, doing the P90X, and gotten into shape. Which was needed for such a naked weekend…. where I was determined to take some loads. Lots of loads! My best friend's BF (Jake) had organized the weekend. Jake and Chad (my friend of 20 years) have a very open and adventurous relationship. I don’t know many of the details but when your friend of a couple decades starts wearing a chain and padlock around his neck out in public, you get an idea that something new and different is happening at home. The other couple was Ryan and Ken. Ryan and I use to be best buds, wing-men, and trouble-makers. Ryan is an ass hole, but I was always able to deal with his snide remarks. He first introduced me to all sorts of fun drugs, including tina. Thank you, Ryan!!! His bf, Ken, is also an ass hole - which is why I stopped hanging around with them. One asshole I could handle, two was too much. (I’ve been known to hold a grudge). But this weekend I was determined to let the past stay in the past and make nice. Because, actually, I knew that Ken had been good for Ryan. When they first started dating, I heard from a reliable source who said of Ken, “Once a nasty BB cum-pig, always a nasty BB cum-pig.” Which should have made me like him a lot! (he’s a bottom, though). Ryan and I had fooled around every now and again back when we hung out more. Even having smoked crystal together, Ryan would always insist on using condoms… which I hated. But his cock was amazing so I took it. I’d never seen a half-cut dick before. Ryan joked that he was circumcised as a baby, but his Mom was too lazy to take care of him so some foreskin grew back. It was long, smooth, and thick - with the little skin covering the head. And dark(ish). Ryan is Italian by decent and has a few of the features. A darker dick was one of them which turned me on so much just because it was different. Now on PrEP, I knew that Ken's piggy tendencies had rubbed off on my former friend and he was playing raw. Make no mistake, I was hoping to hop a ride on his bare fuck stick finally. Anyway the first day was fine. We all swam naked in the pool and hung out. David and Nathan are the last two I haven’t told you about yet. Not a couple but a couple of hot twinks! Nathan is very thin and tall with a huge dick — because all tall skinny white guys have monster cocks, apparently. All I knew of Nathan, really, was that he was shocked one time when he found out that a friend of ours did tina. You know, shocked in the way a young and naive “good boy” would be. Being so young and naive I just made some assumptions about his sexual tendencies -- and they bored me. David was the person I knew the least about but wanted the most. A chiseled frame on a cocky boy’s body, David had been flirtatious and slutty all day. David was a GoGo boy by night and a flight attendant by day. I know he’s hooked up in the past with Jake (our host) and Chad (my friend of 20 years). Chad said that the entire time they were all fucking around, David kept asking to take pictures. A hot, sexy exhibitionist. Nice! As night fell — remember, there are no hard core drugs anywhere just alcohol and coke — talk turns to harder stuff. Thankfully, the crew wants more. I’m relieved. Being a flight attendant must have it’s perks because David happens to know someone in town who may be able to hook us up. Talk then turns to what to order. The two couples are only really interested in E. David turns to me and whispers, “I’d rather get Tina and really fuck around.” (did I mention that we were all casually naked hanging out by the pool and that sorta talk makes me instantly hard?) “OMG, I haven’t done that in so long,” I replied but sounding incredibly anxious. “Wanna go in with me?” he asked to which I devilishly replied “you’re gonna turn me into a cum pig. Are you ready for that?” He was. For a change of scenery, the two couples left to go to Hunters, the local bar. David and I stayed back to call his dealer friend and wait for the package. Since everyone except us were going to roll, we said we’d also get the house cleaned up and ready for a fun night. To my surprise, Nathan stayed back with us but scampered off to shower. Finally alone and away from the condescending judgment of the others, David and I begin to have a more frank and open discussion about our devilish plot. “I love doing Tina so much better - it makes me an insatiable sex machine,” David admits to which I agreed. “How do you do it? Smoke, rail or slam?” “Well I haven’t done anything in years,” I confess. “But I’ve mostly only smoked before.” “Never slammed,” David asked me curiously? “Well once,” I admitted. "But it was years ago!” “Well, hopefully my guy will bring a pipe for you, otherwise you’re in for a trip with me,” he smirked. I was really starting to like this stud. “You need Leather!” he exclaimed and grabbed my arm pulling me to his room. I knew David was into some leather accessories from his GoGo pics. For me, eh - take it, leave it, whatever. Inside his room, David tosses an Atlantis Events duffle bag up on the bed. I didn’t know he’d been on an Atlantis cruise before. Guess there’s lots I don’t know about him. Inside the duffle was all sorts of fun leather treats. I’m fitted with one of his harness and a leather jock. The harness is awesome! Since I’ve been getting myself back in-shape, this new accessory really accentuates my body. “So I’m really into nasty pig sex when I slam,” David blurts out. “I do it all the time around the country where people don’t really know me and I can let loose. But in LA, around my friends, I keep it to myself. You know.” And I did know. I understood all too well how cliquish and judgmental WeHo fags could be. Especially couples. So I reassured David that my inner slut whore would be released right along side of his. We pop a couple of Cialis to stay hard. “So what exactly do you get into when you party?” I had to know. “Everything!” he said. My ripped little GoGo boy was trying on different harnesses himself while standing there in a tiny little jockstrap that was strained to contain his meat. “Fucking and taking photos and videos are hot. I’m also turned on by watersports!” This intrigued me to no end as I wanted to dabble in piss play, but never really found someone into it. My fantasy is to have someone piss in my hole. Amazing! “I just hope my mouth doesn’t get me into trouble with the others because I’m very verbal as well,” David continued. “There’s something about POZ talk, especially to someone who’s neg, that turns me on when I play.” *Ding Dong* We opened the front door to David’s friend, Steve. A well-build guy in his mid 40’s - which is young for Palm Springs. Steve had salt & pepper hair and broad shoulders - the kind you want to swing from. He was extremely nice. As a businessman, I’m sure he WOULD be nice with the amount we were buying from him that night. Standing around the kitchen island, we chit-chat about the weekend as Steve begins to lay out his wears. This guy came prepared! Not only did he have everything in-stock that we wanted, he also came with all the necessary tools one would need; including a pipe and torch and a couple of fresh needles. Wasting no time, and anxious for us to sample his inventory, Steve began filling the pipe without needing any guidance from us. And then enters Nathan. Fresh from his shower, the skinny twink walks out naked. What few pubes he had before the shower are now gone and he is smooth as a baby from the face down. His cock sways between his legs as he walks and looks even larger now - even though it’s soft. “Yea! Goodies! What do we have?” Nathan asked with a boyish excitement. “All the exctacy and tina you boys can play with,” chimed Steve very happy with his business offering. “Yea, so here's the deal - Sam and I are going to PNP and be a couple of slutty boys tonight,” explained David who was teasing young Nathan’s nipples. “Well I want to be a slutty boy too!” Nathan exclaimed in protest like a young boy telling his older brother that he can do anything the older boys can do. My jaw nearly hit the floor. Steve had already lit up the pipe and had taken a hit. I guess it was technically still his drugs even though a wad of cash was still sitting on the table. But here’s where my night started to change…. Because Nathan - the innocent, naive boy - grabbed the pipe and drew out a huge puff of the magical white smoke. And with a confidence of youth and knowing he’s cute, he then shot-gunned David who was now completely fingering little Nathan’s hole. “This is going to be fun,” said David exhaling a massive white cloud. We dimmed the lights and moved over to the couches. I threw on some porn as the boys all did another hit off the pipe. Finally it was my turn. “We’re going to do some very bad things with you tonight, Nathan.” “Oh good!” the boy exclaimed as he grabbed hold of David’s harness to hoist his little boy body on top of the GoGo muscle stud to grind up against his jock. Steve motioned to have me join him back in the kitchen. “Now I brought needles, saline, and a booty syringe - it’s all here and it’s all yours. Do you have any questions?” Excited and thrilled at what I knew was happening - and the euphoria of having a couple of great hits of tina in me after all these years, I did have a concern for Steve. “David and I - for sure - are going to slam but I’ve only done it once and I don’t know about him. Can you stay to help us with our first?” I asked thinking Steve was looking to leave. He was not - just still proud of the various level of prepared he was — which we were not. Collecting the required supplies and moving back to the couch, Nathan is now sucking on David’s cock. A long 7 to 8’ shaft with a huge mushroom head. I couldn’t wait to feel it deep inside me. Nathan is fascinated with the tools of our trade and is gazing at the two needles. This boy is much more forward than I expected him to be. “Do you want to slam with us?” David asks Nathan. “Do you want me to fuck you deep while you’re flying so high? You want to be a nasty cum pig like Sam and me?” David is fingering Nathan’s hairless and perfect boy hole whispering this to him like a seductive temptress. The boy’s eyes are so big and wanting but all he can do is smile a huge grin and nod yes as he stares at the needles being prepared. “You want to take all of our loads up your kunt like a good little bitch? Take our POZ cum deep inside of you?” “Fuck Yea” the boy exclaimed, now riding on David’s finger and dry-humping his muscular chest with a rock-hard cock that I wanted as well. “Infect me!” he exclaimed with joy. I nearly fell over. “Oh you want our POZ cum in you, is that it? You like the idea of taking toxic seed you little slut?” David said after licking two fingers and pressing them in Nathan’s ass. He really did like POZ talk. “Oh Fuck Yea!” said Nathan. “Give me all of it! Fill me with your loaded cum!” “Open your mouth,” David ordered before spitting in Nathan’s mouth which he then closed with a devilish grin and a happy moan. Now I may not know what I’m doing when it comes to injecting - but David looked to be a pro. He tightened a strap around his arm and found a good vein to poke with the fresh needle Steve and I had prepared. Drawing back the blood into the syringe, he was focussed for a guy who was already high from smoking. And the look on Nathan’s face was of a boy in heat. “Do it! Put that crystal in your arm,” whispered Nathan. I had seriously underestimated this boy! A couple of good coughs and David stood up whipped off his jockstrap and began playing with his very hard cock thanks to the boner pills we’d taken. “Now you guys,” he said pointing to us. Because we only had the two needles (we didn’t expect needing more than that) and because David and I are both poz, I grabbed his dirty needle and passed it to Steve to refill for me. Pointing to the unused one I said, “there, that one is ready to go, Nathan, but let Steve here help you with it.” “No,” he said with a calmness and a certainty. “You first and then I want to use the same needle.” This got David, who was now obviously high, unbelievably excited. He grabbed the boy’s head, “you want my toxic seed and toxic blood?” This was said with such excitement and glee but also with a perverted and sadistic tone. David immediately kissed Nathan deep before the boy could answer his question. But after a deep lip lock Nathan shot him that boyish grin that tells you ‘I’m cute and I always get what I want’. “Fuck Yes!” “Charge me up and fuck me up! All of you!” “Fuck! You nasty cum dump, bug chasing slut!” David exclaimed with excitement. He really did get off on this talk. I did too. This was the night I needed! I watched in amazement and excitement as the needle was poked into my arm. Steve was very precise and careful. Nathan had plopped next to me standing on his knees on the couch to watch the show. His massive dick pressed against my shoulder so he could lean over closer to watch as the blood was pulled from my arm to mix with the crystal solution. It entered my mostly slam-virgin body and Steve released the strap to let the drugs rush through my body. The sensation was warm and exciting. I coughed and stood up to touch David’s perfect pecs. I then turned to kiss Nathan. “You ARE going to fuck me with your massive cock tonight,” I said to him with a playful confidence. Now my inner cum-slut personality was emerging! Yea! “As long as you promise to fuck me with your poz cock,” he replied. As Steve began to prepare the last slam in the same needle, David had the brilliant idea to go grab the booty bump syringe. Nathan’s attention was now fully on Steve as he worked. “And I want you to mix some of Sam and David’s charged blood in with my injection,” he ordered. “Are you certain, boy?” Steve asked. Perfect -- the friendly neighborhood drug dealer was now the moral center of this horny group. “Yea, Nathan - that may be too much,” I was able to say trying to also be a little good. “It’s fine. I’m on PrEP anyway. Aren’t you and David undetectable?” he asked. We both were and Nathan assured us that it would be fine. “I’m a bug chaser but I’ve got a huge start and am not completely stupid. I take precautions so I can play hard and slutty like I like. But the idea of chasing is a HUGE turn on for me.” Steve took the needle and pulled out some blood from David’s arm. To stop the trickle of blood from his vein, David licked it from himself. Hot, I thought. My blood was next. Steve then shook the continues of this now pink needle and asked one more time to be sure. The boy was sure. With the same preseason and care, Steve drew back some of Nathan’s blood to mix with ours and began sliding it in. After the strap was released from his arm, the boy’s head thrust back and he squealed with excitement. “Somebody fuck me!” he said. And of course, David obliged. Steve had removed his shirt by now and he returned to his glass pipe to blow more smoke. As Nathan and David were now fucking on the couch, my ass needed some major attention. Getting Steve out of the rest of his clothes was easy. He wasn’t wearing underwear. His dick was also huge and uncut. There's nothing better than the feel of an uncut cock sliding raw inside your ass. I can feel the foreskin sliding back and forth in my hole. Remembering the sensation get's me over the moon so I lay back on the other side of the couch and raise my legs, silently ordering this hot, solid man to come and abuse me. He walked over, bent down and spit a huge glob of spit onto my hole and then slid his 8” shaft into my very hungry hole. “Oh Fuck Yea Man!” I grunted at him. "Fuck me good! Pound me with that cock. I need to feel it in me." “Oh - so there’s more than one slutty cum whore in the house is that it?” he asked me. “Oh fuck yea! I'm the original cum dump. That little trashy fuck, Nathan, isn’t going to get ALL the raw loads tonight!” I protested in a very deep and slutty voice that's half serious but half joking. I then open my mouth wide and Steve happily spits down my throat as he’s pounding my ass next to my tall slutty counterpart. After a few minutes, the two tops swap and my chiseled and hot GoGo boy has his fat mushroom head in my ass. "You like that, you little fuck pig?" "Fuck yea I do!" David's sex talk is turning me on so hard. "We're going to charge up that hot little boy hole good tonight," he says as he's in me. "Yea!" I exclaim. "And piss in my hole!" I couldn't believe the words escaped my lips so easily. "You wanna take my piss? You want to be my urinal? Want me to fill up your hole so it's soaking wet?" he asked. All I could do was grunt my Yes and excitement. "Turn me into a piss pig tonight," I begged. With that, David pulled down my chin and spit in my mouth before dismounting me. Tapping Steve on the shoulder he was all, "come on - we're moving this show." He grabbed the un-used booty bump (we hadn't gotten to it yet) and we all walked outside. "Sam wants to be a piss pig - who besides me can help with that?" David asked looking squarely at Nathan. "Yea, I could piss on him," he replied. "No... IN him. We're gong to fill up his guts and turn him in a wet, tripping toilet," said David. "And if you do a good job, you'll get a prize," he said to the boy waving a full booty bump in his face. On a blanket in the grass I laid down excited for the new experience. Nathan came down and hovered over me with his rock-hard cock at the entrance of my ass. "You want my piss in your ass don't you slut?" Nathan had now taken up a very dominant position as the commanding top. And I did. I did want his huge tool to douce me with his piss. It was over 8" and really thick. Maybe even thicker than Steve's. And I couldn’t wait to feel it. Nathan raised up and grabbed his cock. He stood still for a moment concentrating. Then I felt a couple of light splashes against my ass. Another moment and then the stream came. He maneuvered his cock to spray piss on my hard dick and stomach before guiding it into my hole. The sensation was incredible! The warmth was filling my gut really fast - which I hadn’t anticipated. He still wasn’t all the way in me - just the head of his cock. But the fluid was filling me up. “Yes! Fuck your piss up in me!” I said. “Take my piss you filthy slut.” Nathan had really done a 180 and was now commanding my obedience.

Hello everyone, I'm new to this site so this will be my first post. But yea, I was wondering if I could get some advice with wearing my new Cb-6000. It seems like every time I go to lock myself up, I always get horny and im forced to take it off and jerk. I precum like crazy. And I've tried milking, but i feel like im not doing it correctly, i have a dildo and plug, but I don't seem to be getting hard from it. If anyone has successfully milked can I get so help? I'm also kind curious in having a kik master... If you can help me out with that lemme know. Thanks guys. I'll be checking this regularly.

Another great surprised on CL. I responded to a CL ad with the title "Dad/Son Good Time", thought it's another role play kinda fun but turned out to be more. During our back and forth emails, the 45yo, vers top dad was looking for a role play with a son who must be submissive, thirsty and hungry. I met him at his condo on 20th floor. We got in bed without wasting much time but he wanted me to keep my underwear on. We kissed deep and sensual with his saliva flowing into my mouth, i swallow and waiting for another coz he tasted great with fresh breath. I got my first "good boy" from dad. Then dad move upward on me, lifted up my hand and pressed his face on my armpit and start licking. It was ticklish but he restrained me with his body and strange enough, i get aroused and feeling horny. After he licked both armpits, my cock was rock hard. Dad rotated and repositioned himself in 69, sucking my cock with his ass right on my face. I got close, it smelled freshly showered so I buried my face to rim it, tongue it. Dad seemed to enjoyed it while he was moving his ass to rub on my face like a pro. I shifted focus to his hard cock, it slid right into my mouth, warm and very hard, he was moaning in pleasure, the motion has gotten slower. Suddenly, he squirted stream of liquid down my throat, another squirt and then a flow of warm piss released down my throat. I tried to catch up and swallowed as fast as I can, dad control the flow to make sure i drink the entire fluid from his full bladder and I did. I earned my second "Good boy". He suggested to take a break but he dripped lube on my cock so that he can slide his ass on my cock while we kissed. I played along to please him, push my cock on his hole. "Dont do that" he warned in a friendly way which dares me to do it again. i hold my cock, slap on his ass and push on the hole. This time, he pushed back, the head slid in, quickly he moved my hand away from holding my cock and i felt myself entering deep inside him until my base met his ass cheeks, so warm and soft. I'm a 100% bottom, I dont fuck but it felt so good. He rode and kissed, making me to beg dad to stop as i felt like getting close. "Dad, stop! Im getting close!" "Dont you dare to cum inside me, you hear me?!" he continued to ride and squeeze. There's no way i can hold back, i grabbed him and started pumping my cum into his ass. He squeeze his ass and pull away from my cock, at the same time making sure my cum stayed in his ass. He squat over me, slapped my face and gave me a punishment where i felt his ass dripping my cum on my face, followed by a stream of hot cumshot and he rubbed his ass on my face, smeared the cum all over. He scooped the cum from my face, lubed his cock. Deep hits of poppers, he pushed in with no mercy and started to pound my ass for a good few minutes before he collapse on me. He asked if i've ever been owned and if i want to. I nodded. He pushed my body down his cock, grinding while nibbling, sucking, biting my shoulder until one last suck on my shoulder, he cum. He left a big bruise mark on my left shoulder as the indication that i'm owned.

I dream of a world without HIV, without toxic loads. A world where we can al breed each other without any risk of getting HIV. For me, that would be the ideal world for me as a born alpha breeder, cause for me the most satisfying thing is to know my bottom takes and absorbs my seed, my DNA, my essence, my protein, and that does not have to include a decease to make breeding satisfying. Condoms are a betrayal to my purpose in that sense. I am still neg, but I know there's a growing number of guys into the deliberate spread of HIV, finding it hot or horny to have it or spread it. I absolutely don't judge people for what they find hot, like or do in their lives and the choices they make. But... if you, maybe as a poz guy, could choose for a world or life without any risk of HIV, a world without HIV, breeding or being bred without ever having to worry about getting sick (if you would call it 'worry'), would you be happy with that? Would you choose that? I know I would... Just imagine such a world.... It would be amazing....

Welcome to the Building My name is Jeremy. I just graduated from a small religious college my father made me attend. Since my father is a minister and a very religious man I had no choice in the matter. He wanted me to follow in his footsteps and become a minster like he was and his dad before him. But I had other ideas. I know deep down that I was not like him. I did not want to be a minister nor did I was to marry my high school sweet heart like he had. I had other things in mind, that being guys, cock and ass. Yes I was gay, but I could never tell anyone for fear of being ostracized from the family. It was easy to conceal my true sexuality being in a very religious family. I could date girls and easily remain a virgin by telling all that I was saving myself for when I get married. What a bunch of bullshit. I just couldn’t wait to move away to the big city and explore gay sex. After graduating with a degree in business I got my chance to move far away from dear old dad and to the big city of Chicago. I checked things out and found a studio apartment in a small apartment building on Roscoe between Halstead and Broadway. I settled in quickly and quietly and began my new life. On my second day living in my apartment I met a very cute guy that lived across the hall from me. His name was Corey, he was 25, a couple inches taller then me at 5’11”, probably out weighed me by 10-15 pounds at 150 pounds with brown hair and green eyes. I had blond hair and blue eyes. He introduced himself and we started to chat about this and that. He then said me he would show me around the neighborhood. It was Thursday and I was set to start my new job on Monday. He took me to all the bars on Halstead telling me about each one, what the crowds were like, were I might go if I wanted to get laid. I think my blushing gave me away and I sensed he could tell I was a virgin. By the end of the night we were back at our building and he invited my in for a night cap. Corey had a studio apartment like I had, so I had no choice but to sit on the end of his be a he fixed me a drink. I slowly sipped on my rum and cock as we chatted some more. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or what, but I could feel a sense of horniness growing within me and felt that there was a definite connection between me and Corey. We both downed the last of our drinks and Corey leaned in and kissed me. It was my first kiss ever and it was electric. I felt it shot from my lips to my 7 1/2” dick. Corey was passionate and gentle when he broke our kiss to ask me, “Are you a virgin Jeremy?” My face told him my answer and he added, “Don’t worry, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” I answered back, “I want to try it all Corey. Please just go slow and easy with me.” We kissed and felt each other all over. While kissing me he began to nibble and suck on my lower lip when he accidentally bit me. My lower lip bled some and Corey apologized. “Jeremy I am so sorry.” “No worries, it’s just a little blood.” Before I knew what was going on we were both naked and he was sucking my cock. I felt like I was going to explode when he stopped and pushed me down to his throbbing monster. It was longer then my own and I wasted no time sucking into my mouth. Corey gave me tips on what to do and soon enough I was getting almost all of his cock in my mouth. Corey’s breathing began to pick up and with little warning he grabbed my head between his hands and cried out, “OH FUCK!” as I felt the first spurt hit the back of my throat. This caught me off guard and as he released my head I pulled off getting the next shot in my eyes, one up my nose and another on my lower lip. Corey’s cum stung my eyes and the cut on my lower lip, but for my first taste of cum, it was yummy. “Sorry bro, but my cum boiled over really fast. You were damn good for your first time giving head.” I felt good about the compliment he had paid me for my first time sucking dick and forgot all about the cum he had just shot. “Did you want to try fucking?” At this point I was still horny and eager to try anything, “Sure thing bro.” “Do you want to try to top or bottom first?” Knowing how much it will hurt to have a cock shoved up my virgin hole and the size of Corey’s cock would probably split me open. “Don’t worry Corey, I know how to open you up when you’re ready to bottom. For now I want you to fuck me.” And we did just that. Corey guided me through everything, I pulled a condom from my pocket (ok, I was a boy scout, you know, be prepared) and slipped it over my cock. Corey grabbed a ‘lube shooter’ and I filled his hole with lube, then slipped my cock inside his hole. Man did that feel great, but being a virgin I didn’t last too long and shot my load inside the tip of the condom on my cock. Corey understood as he kissed me and held me tight. I felt a real connection with him and thought he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. You should have seen the grin on his face when I told him that if he was gentle he could try and fuck me. He kissed me before getting out of bed so he could grab a condom from his night stand and filled up another lube shooter. When he returned we kissed some more as he positioned the lube shooter at my hole, then slid it in me. He pushed down on the plunger and I could feel the lube greasing up my hole. I felt the slickness of the lube, but also a slight burning deep in my hole. I mentioned the burning feeling to Corey and he said that might be cause of the type of lube he was using and that it should fade soon. Corey then began to finger my hole. It felt amazing to have something inside me. I felt my heart begin to race and I began to feel very warm all over and the more he fingered me the more I felt a hunger to be fucked. It didn’t take long before he removed his finger and placed his wrapped up cock at my hole. He kissed me as his cock easily slid into me like it was made for my hole. When Corey hit bottom he also seemed surprised that he slid in so easily. We kissed as Corey began to fuck me. It felt amazing to be fucked. Unlike me, Corey lasted a lot longer. After what seemed like half an hour I noticed that my cock was soft. Corey said that he had noticed that too. It probably meant that I leaned more toward being a bottom. He couldn’t be more right since I was enjoying the fucking I was getting. Corey sure had stamina and after nearly 2 hours Corey began to pant and groan. Between the groans he said he was getting close. Then he began to fuck me faster and harder. It felt amazing and when he called out “I’M CUMMING!” I wrapped my legs around him and felt his cock spasms in my ass. Exhausted he collapsed on top of me and we kissed. Corey held still, keeping his still hard cock inside me as he flexed his dick a few more times. He looked into my eyes and asked, “I’m game to go again if you think you can handle it.” I answered him with a kiss. “Right on! I need to go get another condom and I’ll be right back.” Corey Returned and added some more lube to my hole with the lube shooter. Again it stung for a bit, but not as long as before. He fucked me again, this time longer then the last. When he finally came I thought he’d be done, but again he ran to get another condom and more lube for my hole. This time he seemed to be in more of a hurry to cum. He fucked me fast and hard and I loved it. He shot again a few minutes before his alarm went off to wake him for work that day. I still had a few days before I started work and hurried off so he could get ready for his day. We spent every night together, mostly him fucking me. About 3 weeks later I got really sick. Corey thought I must have a stomach flu. He was so sweet and took care of me. After 3 days I was feeling much better and knew exactly how to repay him for caring for me <wink>.

You should stop Truvada ASAP if you become HIV+ to avoid drug resistance, which happens almost always on the PrEP breaktrhough cases. Therefore, 6 month checkups are way too long. You should do them every 3 months, with a 4th generation test if possible.

It's super hot to get DP'd, but I only do it with coupled tops or two tops that have done it together and that know what they're doing. Getting DP'd by two tops that just met is logistically awkward. I know these two older tops in Palm Springs that are ina LTR. They love playing with a third and really know their shit when it comes double fucking a whore bottom. It was like a well choreographed ballet of dick. With saying much, they knew which postions to put me into. From double BJs to spitroasting to DP, their precision was seemless and it brought me to heights of pleasures I never felt before. For bottoms that never tried it before, it does take practice. I started off my double fucking my own ass with two slim dildos amd worked my way up to life sized, then grossly huge. For your first time, work with an experienced couple/crew. It takes some technique to fit a daick in a space already occupied by another dick. For you, remember the Three L's: Lube, Loose and (Re)Lax. Apply a ton of lube on and in your hole and on the dicks. Silicone lube works best. One of the tops should be already fucking you, or the tops takng turns, making sure to really open you up. Don't clench up when the second dick is being pushed in you. You have to literally imagine your hole swallowing the second dick. Once the head slips past the second ring, you're home free. For me, laying with my back facing the top that's under me works best. He can grab my legs behnd the knees to give the top that's above me a really good, wide spread to jam his dick in me. The hyper stimulation of two cocks pressing against your sweet spot as well as the the super full feelng will drive you wild. Try not to lose your load too fast. For tops, the feeling is especially good as your dicks are wrapped together tightly in a hole while it rubs against each other.

Thank you so much for your thoughts. It's really helpful to talk to others. Really like the approach of the community here. And I think talking to a therapist is a good idea. We already had very good support from a local HIV support centre. They offer counseling for couples too. I think we will start with this... So thank you very much.

Without HIV, all of us would be getting much more action. Without any STDs? We'd be swimming in all the cock and ass.

The thought of your cock being hard as I give you what you want MOST makes MY cock hard as fucking steel!!

I got to agree with you. Whether a partner's presence is a challenge or an encouragement to do better it's hard to say, but they often seem to be in competition with one another with my hole as the prize.

Hot! You sound like a guy I could get into - in every use of the word.

It really doesn't matter how he got infected but at the same time you should contemplate the possibility that you bf was indeed barebacking and it may be the reason for the infection. I mention this because if it is true he may be dealing with big guilt issues which can be very debilitating emotionally and he would have trouble telling you. He will feel the guilt one way or another but more extreme guilt if he was actually putting himself at a higher risk by barebacking with strangers.

Met a hot top on A4A a while back. The pics of his huge, mocha colored dick and muscular body had my engine running before I even saw him with my own eyes in person. He was in the Air Force and lived on base near me. He texted if I had access to getting on base, which I did because I worked for the military as a civilian employee. He gave me his address and told me to text hm when I get to his place. He lived in a duplex with a room mate and didn't want the knocking to wake him. I got on base, parked, and walked up to his building. I texted him and the door opened a few seconds later. In the door stood a huge bull of a man. He must have been at least 6 ft tall, shaved head and a pencil thin mustache. He wore a wife beater and gym shorts, which revealed his muscular physique. His arms were as thick as my thighs, tree trunks for legs, and a huge bulge in the crotch area. He stuck his head out the door to see if if anyone saw me, put his finger up to his luscious lips to tell me to be quiet, then motioned me in. He quietly locked the dood then led me into his bedroom. Across the hall I could hear his roomie snoring loudly. He closed the door and locked it, sealing me in with him. The room was dimly lit from the TV softly playing Sports Center. He stood about five feet from me, hungrily eyeing me up. From our previous texts, he told me his just moved to the state and it has been a few weeks since he had some booty. He had me slowly turn around so he could eye fuck me like his prey. He slowly peeled off my t-shirt, then my sweat pants, exposing my large, tight ass (I was going commando). He pulled off his shorts and out jumped a huge python jutting straight out from his pelvis. It bobbed slowly with his pulse. Not saying a single word, I knelt down on my knees, grabbed his dick with both hands, and kissed it. I opened my mouth wide and sucked on the head, swirling my tongue. I took more of him into my mouth, relaxing my jaw so I could rub my tongue along the underside of his cock as it hit the back of my throat. I bathed his cock in my saliva and slurped up his precum. He moaned quietly; a deep, animalistic growl that sounded super manly and made me want his cock in me even more. He stood me up and bent me over. I placed my head and arms on the bed and arched my back so my hole was fully exposed. He grabbed both my ass cheeck with his powerful hands and ate mu boi pussy. His tongue flicked in and out of my hole. I let out a moan and it must have been a little too loud because he grabbed me by the back of the head and pushed my face into the mattress as he continued to eat my hole. A minute later he stood and reached under the bed, pulling out a bottle of lube. He squeezed out a generous amount on my ass and worked it in with his fingers. He then placed his dick at my entrance. I squeezed my hole tightly to prep it. Finally when I couldn't hold it any longer, his dick was swallowed by my hoke. He kept pushing slowly until he hit my curve, backed off half way, then began a slow, delicious fuck. He gripped my hips and long dicked me. He didn't rush it, savoring the feeling of our sex organs stimulating each other. He could only penetrate 3/4 of the way before hittng bottom so I shifted my back and ass around until he got past the curve. He whispered "ooooohhhhh fuuuuuck" to himself has he now could bury his meat balls deep in me. He continued to long dick me, pulling almost all the way out, then pushing all the way in. He kepted the same pace; nice and slow. I guess he didn't want to alert his roomie with our bodies slapping together. He kept it gong for about 15-20 minutes when the moment of truth came. He started breathing hard and sweating profusely. I gripped his cock tightly with my pussy, sending him over the edge. He pushed himself all the way in and released several weeks of pent up sexual energy and cum. It made my insides feel hot and very full. Over and over his dick spasmed as he filled me with his man juice. He pulled his dick out and his seed spilled out of my gaping hole like a leaking faucet. He threw me my clothes as he put on a towel around his waist. I got dressed and he walked me to the door. He flashed me a smile and a wink as he escorted me out and shut the door. A couple of weeks went by and I texted him to see if he wanted to meet up again. He replied that now isn't a good time as he just found a nice female fuck bunny to toy with. I never heard from him again. Come to think of it, other tham his whispers and moans, I don't even know what his voice sounds like...

Purchase a wrist wallet... It's ideal to keep your cash, keys and most importantly at that party your bar tab ticket. Also some pick pockets operate in some of the backrooms.. Otherwise a jock and footware is ideal ..less is best at it will be a hot sweaty night ..

Saturdat night. Got invited to a sex party at a private house. About 15 guys showed. Gave three loads received 4.

Just bred a handsome soldier from the 82nd Airborne Division.

I'm a FF vers. Even after a heavy night of having an entire dudes arm up my hole, I've never had problems with a loose ass afterwords. Like Seaguy said, the sphincter recovers fast. A may suffer from loose morals afterwards, (or perhaps always) but Ive never had any loose sphincter problems. Oink!

Part 2 of 3 - Training the Fucktard Before he left the next morning, he got me to strip naked again and took a bunch of photos of me. This inevitably led to us fucking again, with me on top this time. I tried my best to give as hard as I got, but I couldn’t get anywhere near matching what he did last night. He didn’t complain though, and as he was leaving, he told me that he’d send my details to ‘the right people’, and ‘they’d be in touch. Might take a while.’ It took two weeks, and I’d almost forgotten about it by the time I heard back from him, only remembering when I laid in bed at night, wanking and thinking about how hard he’d fucked me. He only texted me three times during those two weeks, and each time it was an instruction. The same one, each time. ‘Stop what you’re doing, go to a public place and strip. Send a photo as proof. You have 15 minutes.’ I did it in the toilets of my university library first, and a second time in a wooded area near my flat. The third time had been harder, near impossible. I was clothes shopping, so my only option was to go into a changing room and ditch my clothes, then take the photo outside, in view of the assistant. I got thrown out as soon as I reclothed, but it did the job, it seemed. The day after that one, I got the text. ‘I got you an audition.’ Was all it said, other than a date, time and location. It was tomorrow evening, in a part of town I’d never been to before. I tried to ask for information, but I got no further replies. Something told me that I’d never hear from him again if I wasn’t at this ‘audition’, as well. I googled the place, but that didn’t reveal anything either. It was just some old part of town, in the suburbs. There was nothing to do but go there and hope for the best, I guessed. I didn’t sleep well that night, with my mind preoccupied with memories of the night I’d had with him, and what might be waiting for me tomorrow. The next day moved by at a snails crawl, but finally the time came round for me to leave. It was a difficult part of town to get to, and the journey took a while. I was nearly late, and had to run the last of the distance. I pounded my feet up the drive to the front door and knocked before I even had chance to remember my situation. The door opened at the push of my knock, and I had no idea what was inside. I slowly entered into a small room with a door to one side and a flight of stairs. Any windows were blocked out, and all the light came from dim electric bulbs. The stairs were blocked off by tape reading ‘No Entry’ over and over. On the wall, painted in red paint, there were instructions; 1. Close and lock the door. 2. Strip naked. 3. Enter. The paint was not fresh, and it was not done in a careful hand. Under that, in paint that wasn’t quite so old, read ‘Or leave.’ I closed the door, and twisted the lock till it clicked. Then I waited, standing in the small room, listening for any signs of movement. I couldn’t hear anything, either up the flight of stairs or on the other side of the door. As far as I could tell, I was alone in the building, but I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. There was one sign of life though. Half way up the stairs, a small red light flashed on the top of a CCTV camera that stared straight down towards me and the front door. I stared at it for a moment, then back to the rules on the wall, then the ‘Or Leave’ note. It took me a long time to do it, but finally, I started to kick off my shoes. I unbuckled my belt, undid the button and zip of my jeans and pushed them down, pulling my legs out of them along with my socks. I began making a neat, folded pile of my clothes by the door, then pulled my t-shirt off over my head. Removing my underwear took longer to build the confidence for, but soon enough I was standing in the little room, completely naked. It was not a warm building, and goosebumps began rising all over my skin. My breath caught in my lungs as I opened the door and stepped into the main building. Three people were in the next room, waiting for me. Sitting in a chair was a black guy, bulking with muscle, his head shaved bald, and clad in black leather. He wore a harness crossing over his chest, connected by a silver metal loop, gloves that strained when he moved his hands, boots that looked freshly polished, and chaps that squeezed his bulking legs, and left a fat cock sitting between them. It was huge, and no where near hard, I could already tell just from looking. I couldn’t guess what size it must reach when hard, but just looking at it made my mouth water and chased my nerves away, at least a little. Standing either side of him were two more guys, both white, both incredibly pale and muscular, though not as much as the man between them. They were both completely naked, rock hard, and completely hairless. They both had black tattoos above their hearts, both saying ‘Fucktard’, and the numbers 103 and 132. 103, I realised, was the same number as the man I had met. It was the same guy, I realised after a moments staring, but I could barely recognise him at all. What little hair he had when we met was now completely gone - no stubble on his head, no eyebrows, no armpit hair or body hair of any kind to speak of, he was completely smooth. He was slightly smaller than 132, and his muscles were slightly more prominent, but those were the only distinguishers, other than his tattoo. The room was empty and featureless, other than the chair the black guy sat on, a large box in one corner, and several cameras, all aimed at the chair and the space in front of it. No one said anything, but the black guy gestured at me lazily with one hand, and the two white guys moved towards me. I backed away towards the door, but I barely had time to react before they were on me, one grabbing each arm. They pulled me forwards, half dragging me towards the guy in the chair. When we reached him, someone’s knee slammed into the back of mine, and I dropped down, held up only by the hands on me. Two more hands joined as the black guy reached up and clamped either side of my head in his, tightly squeezing my neck and jaw, though not enough to block my breathing. He examined me, turning my head this way and that, so hard that it hurt. I had no idea what he was looking for as he twisted me around, examining me from different angles. Moving my head back to face him directly, he stared me down. I don’t know how long that lasted, but I did everything I could not to break his gaze. My eyes watered and ached as I kept it up, and his eyes just kept boring into me. I didn’t know why, but I was honestly scared of looking away. Scared of what he might do, or order the two guys holding me to do. I was by far the weakest person in the room and I had no idea what was going on. The force of his voice was what finally got me to flinch. He didn’t shout, but his voice was solid and deep, one that was used to giving orders, and not used to having them questions. “Do you know why you’re here, faggot?” He asked. It was the ‘faggot’ that caused the flinch. At first I nodded, then I realised that beyond something to do with having my brains fucked out of me, I had no idea, so my nod turned into a shake. “You’re here so I can examine you, because #103 thinks you’ve got what it takes to be a Fucktard.” The last word was said forcefully enough to cause another small flinch. The hands holding me down squeezed tighter. “D’ya know what that means?” I did have an answer this time, though I thought for a minute before answering, wondering if I should speak at all. “It… It means they’re really fucking good at fucking. Fucking and sucking, licking, breeding, sharing. Everything.” I tried to recall what 103 had told me two weeks ago. He laughed. “And you think you’re good enough for that? You’re not.” He answered his own question straight away. As he said it, one of his hands curled into a fist and he punched my chest. Not so hard to cause real pain, but it still hurt. He punched my chest again, then in my stomach. The last one was enough to make me feel queasy, and I wouldn’t have remained on my knees if I were not being held there. “Skinny little cunt like you ain’t gonna last five minutes with these two, let alone a party. But a body can be fixed. We don’t need any little faggots, but get a real mans body and maybe there’s a chance.” He continued staring. As I thought, I looked over his muscled body, and remembered the powerful feeling of 103 when he fucked me. Eventually, I nodded. I’d ‘fix my body’ in order feel that again. “Prepare him.” Was all he said after that, and I was pulled back up onto my feet. 132 kept hold of me while 103 went to the box in the corner of the room. I was pushed down to my knees again, and as 103 came back, I heard a buzzing noise. I was given no chance to object as an electric razor was brought to my head, hacking straight through my hair. 132 held my head still as 103 removed any trace of hair longer than a few milimetres from my head. They were both still rock hard, and 103’s dick was bouncing in my face as he worked, slapping me more than once, leaving sticky traces of precum on my lips. When my head was shaved, 132 pulled me back up to my feet. His dick pressed up against my ass as 103 got to work on shaving what little body hair I had that was long enough for the razor. That consisted entirely of the hair around my cock, which he removed with a deft hand. When they’d done all they could with the electric razor, the wax and shaving set came out. I tried to tell myself that I wouldn’t react to the pain of the wax, I wouldn’t embarrassing myself by shouting or screaming. That did not last long, but my reactions didn’t seem to discredit me. They continued working no matter what noises I made, though 132 did cover my mouth while 103 tore away the hair from my legs. The whole while, the guy who called himself the Examiner didn’t move from his chair, silently observing and looking bored, if anything. Soon, almost every trace of hair was removed. I never had much chest hair to call my own, but what little I did have was gone. My arms and legs were smooth, my trail was gone and my cock stood out much more noticeably with all the hair removed. Back on my knees, and my head was covered in some kind of shaving cream. This part, at least, was done slowly. 132 stood in front of me, with his dick right in front of my face, as he held my head completely still. 103’s steady hand slowly stripped off the last tiny traces of my hair. If his hand ever slipped and cut me then I didn’t feel it. A towel was thrown over my head and I wiped off any remaining cream. Then my head was clamped again, by 103, as 132 approached me for the most painful part. 103’s hand covered my mouth, and I couldn’t help but scream into it twice, as each of my eyebrows was ripped off with a strap of wax. After that, I was dragged back to between the Examiner's legs. This time, they dropped me there and went towards the box, rather than holding me in place. “There.” He said as he took hold of my head, examining my freshly shaven skull. “You look a bit more acceptable now. Open your mouth.” My first thought was of his cock, but when I opened my mouth, he brought something up and placed it on my tongue. A little blue pill. Before I could close my mouth again, he tilted my head back and spat into my mouth, with some of it splashing over my lips. “Swallow.” He ordered, and I did so, forcing the unknown pill down my throat with very little fluid. My cock twitched as I tasted his spit. After that, he gestured towards the two white boys. They’d returned with a metal tray full of items. From it, 132 took a rubber tube, which he wrapped around the top of my right arm. He did the same to himself and 103. The Examiner prepared three needles of… something. I didn’t know what. I didn’t ask. My heart started thumping in my chest as I watched him find a vein on 103’s arm. He drew back on the plunger, and I saw a flash of red in the clear liquid, before he pushed the plunger down and injected it all into 103. The needle was pulled out and 103 moved away, taking the cord off his arm. The actions were repeated with 132, who let out a little moan, both when the needle pierced his arm and when the plunger was slammed down into him. He moved away too, and 103 pushed me towards the Examiner, holding my arm out to him. “Last chance to run away, faggot.” He said as he brought the needle to my arm. He looked me in the eye and I stared him down for a minute, before shaking my head. I wasn’t leaving now that they’d made me look like a freak. “Good boy.” He said with a smirk. I winced when the needle cut into my arm, and again when I saw my blood shoot into the syringe, and once more when he pushed the plunger down and filled me with whatever the fuck it was. I was shaking so much that 103 had to help hold my arm still while it was done, but when the rubber tube was pulled off my arm, the sudden warmth that flooded me was incredible. My cock twitched instantly, and I shut my eyes, feeling my body lower to the ground as the sensation washed through me. A surge of warmth, then a surge that felt like electric, and finally a rush of energy. I shot up again to my feet. My lungs were suddenly heaving as my breathing got harder. I could feel my cock getting harder too. I looked down at my completely smooth body, and got even more horny as a rubbed my hands down myself. Instantly, they were on me. 103 and 132 both took hold of me, 103 in front and forcing his mouth against mine, while 132 came from behind, burying his dick between my cheeks and wrapping his arms around me. 103 was a lot more forceful than he had been last time, and though I didn’t hold back either, he still dominated me, showing that he had no problem using his superior strength to overpower me. My cock was rock hard now, and I was desperate to fuck, or get fucked, or suck them both or anything, I just needed it now. It’s safe to say, I got fucked a lot. I don’t know how long I was in that little house for. One minute, I was kissing 103, the next there was one cock in my mouth and another in my ass. Keeping track of which was 103 and which was 132 became impossible pretty quickly. They looked exactly the same, and I just got harder every time I remembered that I was exactly like them, too. I got to fuck, too, though only because the Examiner ordered it. He told me to prove that I could fuck like the best of them, and I did. I pounded both their asses, which put up no resistance. After a while of the three of us fucking each other, the Examiner put a stop to it, calling us back and preparing us for another injection. This time I was all too eager to receive it. When we were done and I was feeling the rush of the second shot, he spoke to them. “Go fuck yourselves.” He said to them, and I realised that it was an instruction, as much as it was an order to leave. They went, and I heard them going upstairs. “Alright, you can keep up with them. One last test; please me.” And for the first time, he stood up. His cock was getting harder, and it must have been at least 9 inches already as it swung heavily between his legs. I dropped to my knees straight away, and licked up the precum that he had been producing, licking up every drop from his skin. Then I began sucking, and the cock continued to grow in my mouth. Fully hard, it might have been more than 12 inches, and so thick that I could barely fit it in my mouth, but I still did everything I could. I sucked on the head as I pumped the rest of it using both hands, slowly working more and more of it down my throat, but I could still barely make a dent on its size. He didn’t complain, though, and guided my head up and down his shaft, to his balls, to the flesh beneath them. Wherever he wanted my head, it went. He moved me further up his body, and I kissed and licked at his muscles. I needed to become like that in order to be a Fucktard, and I was more than willing to do it. He guided me up to his chest, onto his biceps, then shoved my face into his pits, where I smelt and tasted his sweat, which made my cock bounce. It was the best thing I’d ever smelt, and I never wanted it to go away. He moved me to his other pit, which was even better, then back down to his cock. “You want me to fuck you?” He asked, when I started sucking him again. I nodded and moaned. He laughed. “And I bet you honestly think you could take all this, don’t you?” I thought about it - neither of the people who had fucked me tonight had been more than nine inches, and that was by far the most I’d ever taken. Reluctantly, I shook my head. “Too fucking right you can’t.” He pulled me away from his dick and looked me right in the eye. “You know who can? Those little Fucktards upstairs. They became what they are just to take it. ‘Cause the only way little white bitches like you get a cock like this is if your cunt has been absolutely destroyed. You felt it when you fucked them, didn’t you?” I nodded. “You willing to have your cunt destroyed for this?” He gestured to his dick, and I nodded even more enthusiastically. After that, didn’t say anything for a minute. He moved away from me and sat back in his chair, looking me up and down. His cock slapped against his abs and stayed there, untouched, and I so desperately wanted it. My eyes kept darting between his face and his cock, unable to pick one to focus on. My mouth watered, and my ass begged to be stuffed, but he continued just sitting there, considering me. Finally, he spoke. “Alright then. You go upstairs and start working on getting that body fixed. You’ve got three months. We’ll be in touch.” Nothing about his tone suggested I could object, to ask to stay here and keep sucking him off. Even if I’d offered to let him tie my down and make his cock fit in my ass, I knew I was to leave. I got up, and my dick bounced around as I headed out of the room and up the stairs, past the tape. I found 103 and 132 in one of the rooms, and they were on me at once. Soon nothing felt like it existed outside of that bedroom, those two, their cocks and their asses and their mouths. We fucked for hours, in every position imaginable. We took it in turns to double-fuck each of them, and then it was my turn. Just before, 132 produced one more set of needles for us, the last of the night. Taking it meant I felt almost nothing but pleasure when they both pounded my ass afterwards. I woke up alone, with a pounding headache, an achy body and a desperate craving for more. No one was in the house. I searched thoroughly, but the only proof I had that anyone had been there was my own pile of clothes. The trip home felt horrible, I was twitchy as all hell and desperate, both for more drugs and more sex. My hopes for that was soon ruined after I got home. I had a wank the second I was alone, and checked my phone after that. It was a list of instructions. I wasn’t allowed to fuck anyone but a Fucktard. I wasn’t allowed to take anything that wasn’t given to me by a Fucktard. Four times a week, I would receive a location and time, which I was to always make. Wherever I ended up, it was always the same, I’d be met by either 103 or 132, in a place filled with gym equipment. They’d force me to work out, barking orders at me and constantly forcing me to go harder. I never backed away from the challenge, and it wasn’t long before muscle started to take shape, and with each passing day, I looked more and more like them. Twice, I was called back to the house, a month after my first visit and again a month after that. I never saw the examiner again, but I did meet a few more of the Fucktards. Like 103, they were white, pale, muscled, and with a number on their chests along with their name. They were always numbers in between 103 and 132. Both visits went similar to the first - they’d shave and wax me completely smooth, pump me full of drugs and we’d fuck each other all night. Each time, it felt more and more savage, as I understood more and more what they wanted from me. On the second visit, I forced 103 to his knees and made him suck my cock the very first instant I saw him. They performed the entire dehairing process while I kept him there with my dick in his mouth. That was the last time I saw 103, and my training was handled entirely by 132 after that, though he would not tell me why. A week before the day that was three months gone, I received a text that took me to a location. A week after that, on the morning that was three months since my first visit, I stood in front of my full length mirror. I could see nothing of the boy I was three months ago. My body was stunning, pale white, ripped with new muscles, and with a brand new tattoo over my heart. ‘Fucktard #135’. Just as I thought I was ready, my phone vibrated. Another appointment, tonight, at a new location. It was time.

I'll go with 16. At 12, I started being attracted to guys. I would have really loved to have been able to suck as many dicks as possible. But, I would have wanted them to be close to my age. I wasn't interested in anal until about 17. Unfortunately, I didn't do anything until my 20s. I would not top a 16 year old, but would gladly let him top me, and I'd suck him dry. And, contrary to a lot of guys on here, I would not top a virgin, for fear of hurting him. Particularly a 16 year old guy. Most likely, older guys want to be with younger ones, to try to relive their own youth. Yet, I realize that there are some guys who do want to take advantage of that youth just to satisfy their own needs, at the price of hurting both physically and emotionally the younger guy. If I was with a 16 year old, I'd let him set the pace of what we did, and make sure he understood the possible consequences of "his/my/our" actions. Sex should be enjoyable for both partners. I'd do whatever I could to make sure that his time with me would be something he'd look back on decades later fondly. After saying all of that, sadly, I've never been with anyone under 25.

A friend who rarely gets away from his wife but loves to get bred asked to borrow my bed and invite 4 guys over to pound his ass. I said yes under the condition that I would get to watch, take pics and film it some. He loved the idea. So, between 9-11 on a Thursday night, not just four, but five guys came through the door, knowing I was there to watch, undid their pants and popped their hard cocks into my buddy's ass. He was on all fours on my bed, all lubed up, with a blindfold on. He knew the 4-5 guys but didn't know the order they were going to arrive. None of the them needed a blowjob in advance. They all knew there were part of a caravan of guys called like a herd of cattle to breed a hole they all knew well. He took all five loads and cleaned off all five cocks with his slutty mouth. One day, I will post some photos here. I did not fuck him: instead, I enjoyed the scene, and after the five were gone, my buddy gave me one helluva blowjob and I shot a load in his mouth before rolling over and going to sleep. Fucking and getting fucked is hot, but sometimes watching up close can be every bit as hot. The second guy had the biggest cock, but it was the fourth guy who made him moan the most and who fucking him the longest (about 32 minutes non-stop). I really enjoyed it.

CHAPTER 8: Jake: Ever since my fuck bud Sam helped me sero-convert, all I’ve wanted to do was to breed neg guys, just as Sam routinely did. On one particular day I found myself completely horned-up, and decided to grease the works with a text to Sam. Here's the exchange: Jake: We need to get together and breed some hole, pref neg Sam: Fuck yeah Jake: I’m up for it whenever, not on meds yet Sam: Back on meds but always up for whatever Jake: Cool let me know Now, some time earlier I had hooked up with Bill, a hot Daddy, and I really want to get off inside him again. Bill was 51, about 6’ 1” and in decent shape with a bit of buzzed hair on his chest. The last time I fucked him he practically begged for me to cum in him. While I didn't know if he was chasing, I wanted to find out, so, as it had been a few weeks since we played, and since I needed to nut, I texted him: Jake: You around? Been a while … horned Bill: Yeah. Just finished brunch with friends. Heading home Jake: Horned af here Bill: You can come over. Horned here too Jake: Cool Bill: Remember the address? Jake: Yeah, text you when I get close. Some fifteen minutes after this exchange I arrived at Bill's place. He opened the door while wearing a pair of shorts and not much more. I didn't waste any time. I wanted in his hot Daddy’s ass and I wanted right then and there. He seemed to recognize I was in heat, and I smiled thinking 'I really like the way this is going'. We made eye contact and he pulled me close and we made out. My hand instantly moved to his hips, into the waistband of his shorts and I pushed them down. I wanted him to know I meant business and that I intended for him to be my bottom. We continued kissing as I got my hands into his ass cheeks, massaging his hole a bit. "Mmmmmmmmmm yes,” he moaned, clearly liking the attention, then he suggested “Let's go to the bedroom, sexy.” He stepped-out of his shorts, I stripped off my clothing, item by item scattered in the hallway as he led the way. Once in his bedroom Bill sat on the bed watching me as I removed my socks, and when I was naked we resumed making out. After several minutes of tongue action, I pulled back, looked at him, kissed him, announcing “I want to cum in you.” “Fuck yeah,” was his reply as we continued hot and heavy. “You still clean?” I asked. "Yeah, guess so. Although I've been with a few guys.” “Cool." “You?” I looked at him and gave a slight grin. "I haven’t tested since last time we played," then pausing slightly, I asked “Does it matter?” He replied with a negative shake as we went back to making out. I look over at the nightstand, open the drawer, and pull out some oil-based lube for my cock, and his hole. Between kisses I spread a small amount of lube on his ass, I want to fuck him raw and I want him to feel my cock when it bred him. We continued with the kissing and I lubed his hole and my cock. Then, putting down the tube of lube, I teased his hole with my cock. “Mmmmmmmm … yes, fuck me already,” Bill responded. “Yeah? You want it?” “Yeah, I want it bad.” I pushed the head of my poz cock into his ass. “Ohhhhhh… ahhhhhhh… fuck … love that cock, feels so good.” “Yeah … yeah … your ass is nice and tight, feels good.” I slowly pushed my way in, his legs up on my shoulders, and my nuts pressing up against his ass. “That’s it. You've got all of me.” We made out while I held still, allowing him to adjust to my cock. “FUCK … FUCK … Uhhhhhhh… fuck me, Jake. Breed me.” I was so caught-up in pleasure I could barely manage to respond “Fuck yeah,” as we continued to kiss, my cock sliding out of his hole, only to press back in. I leaned back and picked-up the rhythm of fucking him. In the back of my brain I thought 'He’s chasing … he wants poz cock', but impulsively I decided to find out and asked “Ohhhh … ahhhhh your hole feels good. You always bareback? Even with poz guys?” “Ahhhhhh … yeah … I mean … well ahhhhhhhh fuck … yeah I have … few times.” “You worry about it?” Initially he simply looked into my eyes. I didn't slow down my ministrations on his ass, and after a few seconds he replied “No … not really … ohhhhh, god that’s good. Just keep fucking me.” But I won’t let it go. “Do you think about it?” “Ahhhhhh … fuck … damn Jake your cock. Yes I think about it, but fuck it… I don’t care… why?" Then he paused and asked “You positive?” I kept fucking him and returned the question “What if I am?” I continued deep-dicking him, grunting to let him know I was getting close. Then I followed-up and asked "So, what if I am? Should I pull out?” “Ahhhhhhh… fuck… ahhhhhhhh… no … no … I want it, I want your cum." “What if I’m poz?” “Don’t care. Cum in me, fuck, … ohhhhhhhh… ahhhhh fuck that feels, please keep fucking me.” I continued sliding my bare cock sliding in and out of his ass, but after just a few more strokes, I recognized that familiar sensation in my balls: I was about to dump a huge load of poz semen deep in his ass. “Tell me,” I demanded, “Tell me it's okay for me to fuck my poz cum into your ass.” He looked at me, a smile crossing his lips, inviting me, so I leaned down, he pulled me in close, and we kissed deeply. “Yeah … fuck yeah… it's okay. Give it to me. I want your poz cum, fucker. I want it. Poz me. I want it.” An involuntary smirk crossed my face, “HOT,” softly escaped my lips. "You are one twisted bottom," was all I could manage to say. “Ohhhhhhh fuck .. ohhhhh fuck Jake…. Oh fuckkkkkk … I’m close.” “Me too.” “Breed me … fuck it into me.” “This poz load?” I asked incredulously. “Yes, … yeah … your poz load.” Bill was feverishly jacking off as I worked his tight ass. I wondered 'How is he not poz already?', but the satisfying thought came to mind 'but it doesn't matter - he will be after I’m done'. His ass muscles clamped down on my cock, as I announced “I’m gonna cum.” “Me too!” “I’m poz, Bill! You want me to stop?” “Ahhhhh … ahhhhhhhhhhhh… no… ahhh… no, fuck no, do it!” “Sure?” “Yeahhhh … ahhhh… fuck … I’m close, yeah… cum in me." “FUCKKKKKKKKK!” Nothing turns me on more than when a guy begs for my poz load and I found myself panting, almost like a mantra, “I’m close … I’m close!" Bill responded “Yeah … do it … gonna … AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," as he blew his load. I was only seconds behind him, and both my ejaculation and announcement were equally powerful: “FUCCCCCCCCCCCCK…. Oh FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK … CUUMMMMMING,” as my cock squirted it's load, held firmly in the death grip of his ass which milked out my seed. I kept him in that position for a few minutes as we each came down from the explosion, my bare cock lodged balls deep in his ass. Eventually I quietly commented “That was amazing.” His eyes closed, Bill replied “Yeah … yeah … fuck that was good.” As I gradually withdrew from his hole and curled-up next to him, we lay contentedly for a minute or so, when he asked “How long you been poz?” I thought back and replied “Maybe two months.” “Oh, okay. I thought you said you tested neg la…,” but I cut him off saying “The last test I took the tester told me it said neg.” “Oh okay, but … but?” “Yeah, well, in between that test and when I last fucked you, apparently I converted - and of course I came in your ass. I got the confirmation of my conversion afterwards. This time I decided to find out if you were cool with it before we got too far this time.” “Cool … well … obviously.” “You chasing?” “Not so much that. I just love bareback sex with younger guys. Poz or neg, I don’t care.” “Cool. Glad to hear it. There’s more where that came from." And with that we went in for a third round of making-out. Cody: I awoke cuddled beside my Dad. He has become quite the bottom since I tested poz, and has announced he won’t fuck me until we’re both poz. My cock is as hard as a rock, I slid into his hole. He awoke almost immediately, “Mornin’ baby boy … ahhh you already need to breed?" I can smell his body and kiss him on the back of the neck, “I need to piss,” I murmurred, my cock just inside his hole. Dad doesn’t say anything and I push my cock head slightly further into his ass, “You going to …”, he starts to ask, then he feels it as I relieve myself in his ass, “Ahhhh… oh fuck boy, yeah, use me." I was mostly hard but I could feel the piss draining out of my cock and into his ass. I had never done this with him as the top but it felt amazing, and I thought 'We're definitely going to do more of this', as I told him “Fuck yeah, Dad. I'm using your toilet hole,” as I continued to piss. “Good boy, do it. Use me,” Dad responded. My stream finally ended and I thought 'I hope he doesn’t mess the bed' so I suggested “If you need to go empty that, well, just be careful.” "I've got this," he answered with a chuckle. I slowly withdrew from his ass, giving him time to clamp closed tightly. “I’ll be right back,” he announced, and sure enough within seconds I could hear him in the bathroom evacuating my morning piss. Dad returned, plopped down on the bed beside me, and kissed me, remarking, “That was hot.” I just smiled. “Dad would you mind if I got a tattoo? Something to kinda show I’m poz now?” He nodded “Yeah, we can do that. What do you have in mind? And where?” I shrugged my shoulders, answering “Uhmmm, I was thinking about a scorpion on my upper back or something …. “ as I trailed-off. “Or?” “I dunno. I’ve done a little digging on the internet for ideas.” “Ohhhh you have, have you?” I could see he was giving me a quizzical, teasing look. “Haaa… a little….“ “And?” “Well, biohazard tattoos seem popular, but I like the scorpion.” “What about one on your abdomen near your cock?” I thought about his suggestion for a second and responded “Hmmmmmm… that sounds kinda cool, I think I can do that.” "It would look hot on you, Cod." “Think so?” “Yeah. I know so." “Good let’s do that today or at least find a place.” “I know a place in Boystown we can go to … maybe after” as he grabbed my cock and his voice trailed off, giving me 'the look' to let me know what he wanted. I opened the show by jumping out of bed and calling “Last one in the shower is a rotten egg,” heading into the bathroom, leaving him, perhaps, with a bit of a shocked look on his face. Turning on the shower, I stepped under the spray and awaited Dad. He followed my example, in following me into the bathroom, pulling open the door, and giving me a look that was a clear 'Fuck you sonny boy', which led us to both roar with laughter. Joining me in the warm water, Dad pulled me close to make out, which gave me a chance for my hands to find his ass, “Yes boy," he murmured, between kisses, as his hands explored my waist and then my crotch, letting me know it was time to breed him. "Face the wall,old man," I ordered. He may have smirked, but he obeyed, as I lubed myself and his ass with the Gun Oil lube which we kept in the shower - for just such occasion. We have fucked in the shower several times, and have found the silicone base of Gun Oil will survive the stream of the shower, so it is definitely the lube of choice. I lubed a finger and, with a quick push, slid it up his ass. He yelped, but as quickly as I found his prostate, his discomfort turned into a groan of pleasure. Then I withdrew my finger and placed the Gun Oil back on the shelf, thinking to myself 'He’s not getting any more than that', as I pressed my cock against his hole. “Ahhhhh boy .. yeah… yeah… fuck your old man’s hole, breed me boy,” he grunted. I pushed against his hole and with firm pressure and my cock head slid in. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh… fuck … ahhhhhhhhhhhh… go slow, damn,” he groaned. I took that to mean, 'BREED ME NOW', so I pushed the rest of my poz cock into his body with slow, constant pressure, announcing “Yeah Dad… you wanted it … you’re getting it,” as I fucked him with a slow, steady, in-and-out motion. I could tell by his groans he was in some pain, but I reasoned, that if he wanted my bug he would have to pay the price, but I encouraged him by reminding him “Dad … Dad… oh fuck this feels good… gonna give you this bug, Dad.” “Ahhhhhh boy … ahhhhh yeah… you are!” I continued fucking him, as, after all, I wanted him to convert, which also meant he had to earn it. Oh, and I wanted it to hurt, so I fucked him for several minutes,and, with my orgasm fast approaching, and I decided to just go for it and load him up, “DAD… DAD … CUMMMMING DAD, OHhhHhhhhhhh fuck … I’m close!” “Do it boy … ahhhhhh fuck … bree..." but before he could finish the words I dumped my load in his ass, squirt after squirt of my poz cum soaking into his flesh. “AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh… FUCK!!!” I cried as I slid all the way in, briefly wondering to myself 'I wonder if he’s poz yet or not?'. We stayed like that a moment, me as the gifting top, and him as the grateful bottom. But eventually I slowly withdrew, noticing some blood mixed with sperm as my cock I exited his ass. I smiled in satisfaction as I gave him a kiss on the back of his neck as I slid my cock up and down his ass crack, and praised him with “Dirty, twisted fucker.” "You! Fuck my ass hurts,” was his succinct response, but then changing subjects he suggested “Let’s get cleaned up and go see about tattoos.” "Yes sir,” I replied as I grabbed shower scrubby and began to soap him up, readying him for public.

I can't get enough of pre-loaded holes. Not only is (a mix of strangers') cum the hottest lube there is, but I also prefer the holes on my bottom guys to be stretched, loose and gaping. I'd definitely rather be the last guy in a gang bang than the first

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.

Let me help you. I organize bareback sex and pnp parties

I was 17 and captain of the water polo team, he was 18 and captain of the basketball team. We were chilling at my house and around 3am decided to skinny dip in the pool... ended up flip fucking that night. First for me, not sure about him though lol

Why don't some of us do a porn version of this short film

Toxic gifter in Central Ca (661) was a recently converted chaser, that is staying off meds for any chasers to come and get what they need inside them.

Is there any question? Gang fuck that boy!

(OH -- It Continues........) The boy was now pounding my incredibly wet hole hard and good. The piss was being driven deep inside me. I could not believe how sinfully delightful this new experience felt. Finally this massive young NEG fuck stud’s rod was inside me. I was a brand new piss pig and feeling fulfilled - a very happy pig-slut in heaven. Truthfully, we were probably only outside and fucking for a half hour or so. Steve had suggested we return inside pointing out that we didn’t want any of the neighbors to call in a noise complaint and have Palm Springs Police find 4 tweeked-out fags fucking in the back yard smelling of piss. Great! Once again, our friendly neighborhood drug dealer proves to be the sensible/level-headed one of the group. Go figure. After rinsing off and out, I returned from the bathroom all clean but happy to know what dirty really felt like.... and I liked it. Back to the sex den I find Steve and his monster uncut cock pummeling little Nathan deep and hard. The little faggot was now an insatiable bottoming animal thanks to the booty bump prize he received for making my fantasy of becoming a public piss urinal come true. The Daddy and his bitch boy were a sweaty mess and going at it hard and rough on the couch. No, seriously: the muscle stud with the solid chest and perfect cock was 40-something, and the slutty little bug-chaser was in his 20's….. it was a hard-core, bareback, chem-filled Daddy / Boy fantasy playing out right before my eyes. Thanks in most part to the crystal meth up Nathan’s ass. I was sure they were going break something. David had grabbed his phone and was recording the scene. I snuck up behind him and gently slid my cock in his ass. I wonder if he will still be able to film with me behind and pumping every so deliberately up his ass? He can. What can I say? The stud good. Little Nathan has been vying for the title of Household Cum Dump since we started this little party of ours. Bitch, I’ve waited too long not to be the cum-dump center of THIS party of tops, and I am NOT about to give up such a prestigious title and fantasy without a fight. Which is why it only makes since to administer my own God Damn booty bump next. In my post-piss-pig / still high from the slam state, it seems like the most logical next step to take. (clearly) David see what I’m up to and approaches with his iPhone to help out. I lay on the couch and hold my legs in the air while David squats down and injects the crystal solution deep in my hole. It’s cold. I much preferred feeling the warmth of the dirty piss deep in my hole - not this cold sterile solution. But quickly the crystal begins to be absorbed into my guts and I’m feeling warm. Warmer than anything I’ve felt before. My fuck hole awakens and becomes very hungry. Just for good measures, David then shoves up a small, tiny rock deep in my hole with his finger. FUCK that burns! My ass is on Mother Fucking FIRE!!! OUCH You Son Of A Bitch!!!! FUCK ME NOW!!!!!!!! While filming my decent into the depths of being a true, happy, total bottom pig of extreme measures, David begins fucking me with his big headed tool. I’ve wrapped my legs around his tiny waist trying to get him to bang me with his fuck stick as hard as humanly possible - and then even harder than that!! But he will not. Despite my insatiable need to be pounded harder than a dirty cunt by the High School Quarter Back on prom night, David remains rhythmic. Patient. Intent. Deliberate. And Controlled. This GoGo twink stud with his fucking camera fetish and leather shoulder-harness is giving me only what I need - but withholding everything I desire. His raw cock may be fucking my ass; and that is exactly what I need. But what I want is this boy — no, this man — to empale me! Because without someone, anyone, deep inside my guts tearing me in two, I will DIE! What I want is to be abused. I want to be used. I want to be laid out like a fucking trashy bitch who is fucked 5-ways from Sunday and tossed aside like a 14 year-old boy’s CUM sock. My head is thrown back against the couch, my eyes clinched tight, begging to be banged like the trashy fuck slut that I am. But all David does is film me withering on his raw cock. His iPhone camera travels from the sweat that has emerged on my forehead, past my lips that are screaming filthy absurdities like a 2-bit trashy hooker, and down along my muscular pecs and torso. The upper-body I have worked so hard for. The body I have starved for and lusted after. Tony Horton may not fuck faggots like me bareback — but I did my Mother-Fucking BEST and forgot the rest with his God-Dam workouts so that I could throw my fairy feet to Jesus and finally get a worked-out faggot like David take every advantage of my willing and giving hole for his pleasure. David is memorized by his cinematic work. His camera lens has found it’s way to his raw cock that is sliding in and out of me so purposely but so controlled in my ass. He knows this is driving me over the top. Which gives him great pleasure to be in control and watching me, a helpless pig begging to be pounded deeper harder and Faster!!! Deeper Harder Faster!!! FUCK ME HARD AND DEEP!!!! “Will someone go ahead and fuck him already?” Ken said as he opened up the front door. SHIT! !! The couples are back. Steve pulls out of Nathan who jumps up to go greet the rest of the gang, excited that there are more boys to play with now. They exchange the most awkward of pleasantries with the boys from the bar judging Steve & Nathan’s hard cocks that are just up-front and center as they welcome the newcomers into the converted sex den. Steve ushers everyone to the kitchen island to show off all the goodies that he brought for everyone to enjoy. What a good host our friendly neighborhood drug dealer has turned out to be. My legs are still wrapped around David’s waist but he pries them apart and reluctantly pulls me up to go join the entire crew. Picking up the bag of Tina, Ryan shakes it in my face. “So this is why you were screaming to be fucked hard and fast, hummmm?” I told you he was an asshole. “Yea you little fucker, wanna get a turn and see if you can finally get the job done,” I quip back naked and flirting with my friend. I’ve decided that these bitches are going to go straight past their little E-roll, not collect $200, and go straight to the pipe which straight to fucking. “So you all are high on crystal meth right now? I can not believe you boys.” “We wanted to be dirty, nasty cum sluts!” Nathan chimed up so proud of how he was feeling. Leaning against Kyle he then seductively said, “Come on!! Be DIRTY nasty cum sluts with us!” Kyle, glancing at his boyfriend has a look in his eyes that suggests he wants to party like us. It’s the look of a true BB Bottom Slut who’s being tempted by the fond memories of himself when he was single and the local campus slut. The couple have a silent conversation between each other just with their eyes. Apparently they can figure out what each other is thinking just with a few glances. “Fine. You win. We’re on vacation - might as well throw caution to the wind and raise these bitches' heals to the ceilings.” I’ve been hanging on Ryan's shoulder this entire time grinding my cock into his thigh. “Thatta boy!” I congratulate him with a seductive whisper in his ear. “You’re in trouble,” he assures me. Chad and Jake keep to their pills and go skinny-dipping in the pool. I’ve known Chad for years and drugs just affect him in the exact opposite way they do everyone else. At a circuit party, I’ll be rolling hard and dancing all over the place meeting, litteraly, everyone at the venue - and he will find a corner and gab with 1 person all night long. So I knew that tina affected him differently than it did us and wasn’t surprised that he just wanted to roll and swim. The rest of us settle in over on the couch. The boys strip down to their underwear. Kyle has a pair of those ass-less Andrew Christian’s on so his little boy ass is all exposed and ready to go. The two shot gun a few hits to try and catch up. They can try but they can never “catch up” to us. David is seducing Kyle while I am focussed on Ryan. As he takes another big hit from the glass pipe, I grab his face and turn it to my direction to shot-gun me. Our lips lock and I begin to inhale deeply while kissing my friend. Our tongs massage each other as we pass the smoke back and forth between our lungs. I’m feeling very tender and connected to my friend right now. “What the fuck was that?” he asked as we stopped kissing but remained with our heads touching. “That was an innocent moment. Maybe my last one of the night,” I admitted. “Well I remember you being an amazing cock sucker. So why don’t you stop kissing me and get on all fours and service me, you faggot!” Hearing my friend talk nasty to me was exhilarating. I gladly obeyed and began working on his magnificent cock. It is long and perfect. Completely smooth and shaven. I gobble it happily while David squats next to me and begins eating out Kyle's ass. "Fuck yes, Sam! Suck on that cock!" The encouragement only makes me want to work harder. But I look up at my friend who is still blowing clouds and command him.... "Fuck me." Kyle and I are on the floor, our heads next to each other while the MEN take their positions to pleasure themselves up in our holes. We are a couple of willing bitches desperate to take a deep pounding.

Mostly T-Shirt, Sneakers and some pants that make a nice bulge. No underwear, just a cockring...

I wear cockrings almost around the clock. It has nothing to do with whether I fuck or get fucked. And as a top, I like seeing my bottom with a cockring.

I second that. I'm average looking, slightly pudgy around the middle, back hair... but because I swim and do yoga I have the stamina and flexibility for long hot sex sessions, my ass is the tightest, and my cock is huge. I've got the pretty boys hooked.

I have this fuck buddy who gave me his keys, so I have access to his place and his hole 24/7. As I work night shifts, I tend to be horny at times when no one else is available, so I use his keys quite regularly. I'd go to his place, find him asleep, but always naked and on his stomach, climb on top of him and dump a quick load up his ass. Sometimes he surprises me by keeping another load - or several - in his hole for me and those are always the hottest fucks. The more loads there are inside a hole already, the hornier I become!

Tommy slam was only .15 because I wanted him to remember getting his cherry destroyed and later I could slam him out of his mind. Once he got control of his breathing I removed his arms from the restraints he reached for his cock but I grabbed his hands. "Tommy tell us are you ready to be a whore?" "Oh, George please do it make me a whore. I want you.." "Tommy, boy, it doesn't matter what a whore wants. It only matters that a whore does what he is told. Do you understand?" "Yes, I'm sorry, George, what do you want?" Oscar handed me the poppers and I held them to Tommy's nostril as I held the other and told him to inhale. Three times I had him hit the poppers then I told him to lick is finger and get it into his ass. I told Tommy to keep fingering his hole as I introduce everyone to him. Knowing I couldn't give him two straight weeks of abuse alone I invited many friends and after this weekend we will visit many other people. I choose tonight's visitors based on various fetishes or types of sex I wanted Tommy to be exposed to so that two weeks from now we would have made up for lost time. The last person I introduced to him was another twink whoreboy, Bobby, and then I told Tommy to stop fingering himself and then I told Bobby to rim Tommy. Tommy again reached for his cock so I restrained his arms again and told him he was never again going to touch himself but would learn to cum from being used. Tommy was moaning like a whore from the rim job so I pulled his head aside and shoved my cock in. For a virgin boy he wasn't a half bad cocksucker but I wasn't planning on dumping my first load there and told Bobby it was time to bump Tommy. Bobby had an evil grin as he bumped Tommy and I think Bobby was enjoying corrupting another boy. It was finally time and I got between Tommy's legs and told him a good whoreboy needs to do two things. First find out what the top likes then second is to make sure the top is satisfied. For me I like to fuck and breed boys so you don't need to do anything but enjoy this as I pushed my cock against his asshole. "Tell me that your cherry, boyhole, innocence are all mine to take" By now the bump was making Tommy's hole hungry and he was missing Bobby's tounge. "Please take my cherry, boyhole and my innocence" As he said the last word I started sliding into his ass.

PART 4 I spread my hole for Beau -- my head buzzing, my nips tingling, my knocked-up butt radiating hunger and heat. He swaggered toward me, his eyes nothing but pitch-black pupils. He grinned and let out a low, menacing laugh, then walked right up to my hole and positioned the flared-out head of his raw cock against my neg cunt. I'd never felt such an intense need for dick. As he teased my butt, my head dropped back, my mouth dropped open, and I let out a guttural moan. My torn-up hole pulsed outward toward his dick, trying desperately to swallow it whole. "Listen to me, pig," Beau said, rubbing his cock along the edge of my cunt. "Are you listening?" "Fuck yeah, I'm listening," I said, looking him square in those black demon eyes. "This slammed-up cunt of yours? It's gonna take a deep injection of my virus. Then Jake and Beau will massage my infected cum into the walls of your little jockbutt by pounding you full of a few more poz loads. And do you know what happens then?" "No. What?" "We pimp you out. We've already put an ad on Craigslist saying that there's a poz-friendly bareback newbie with his ass in the air, waiting for loads. And just before those twisted pigs start showing up to add their virus to the mix, we're gonna slam you again. You want some more Tina in your veins, slampig?" "Fuck yeah, dude." "You love that slam, huh?" "It's fuckin' amazing. I love it." "You've got my poz blood running in your veins now. You want my poz dick, too?" "Please." "Please what?" "Please destroy my hole with your fat raw cock." "Yeah?" "Fuck yeah. Please make me your poz brother. Please." "You got it, pig." And with that, he shoved in. The curved thrust of Beau's dick burrowed past every natural defense I had -- the muscles in my butt gave way to this beautiful cock dripping a steady stream of virus. And as he fed my aching slam-hole with his twitching dick, I felt a total weightlessness in surrendering to this man: his taut stomach muscles, his square-jawed cockiness, his biceps expanding and contracting as he administered a hole-annihilating butt-fuck. My cunt belonged to this young stud, and the walls of my torn-up butt gave way to his dick like molten wax. If taking a gut-ful of his poz sperm meant that I would be a little more like him, then I wanted every infected drop. I don't know how long he pounded me -- it could have been five minutes or five hours. I just stared into his black eyes and rode the euphoria of the chemicals rushing through my bloodstream and the virus gathering in my guts. But finally, the pace of his fucking quickened, and he broke into a grin. "Here comes my poz load, pig. You want it?" "Fuck yeah, I want it. Poz me. Please fucking poz me." "How much virus do you want in your boybutt tonight?" "As much as I can take." "No, boy. Not as much as you can take. You're gonna get a whole lot more than that. I want your cute little jockbutt gushing with a heavy stream of infected seed. And you know what?" "What?" "I'm flooding your guts with my virus...right...fucking...NOW." My hole, hungry for cum, grabbed hold of his raw dick with a velvet grip, and he sprayed his seed across the torn-up walls of my butt. He stayed inside me for a minute or two, until his cock finally stopped twitching. Then he replaced his dick with three fingers. Then four. Then a thumb. Still staring deep into my eyes, he worked his fist inside my butt, using his wrist to massage his infected cum into my bloodstream. And so it went: Jake fucked me again. Then Trey. Then Jake and Beau double-fucked my torn-up butt. Later, as we started lining up strangers to fill my cumhole for the rest of a long night -- I took 19 loads in all -- Beau prepared a new bloodslam. It was bigger this time, he said. And with Jake's fat dick lodged inside my butt, Beau pushed that Tina into my vein once again, and once again I felt my hole radiate with chemical heat as I coughed. Meanwhile, Jake plunged his raw dick into my slampig cunt. "I'm proud of you, boy," he said. "And you know what?" "What?" "I'll be even prouder to call you my poz brother." With that, we kissed, deep and hard. He looked into my eyes, all pupils, dark with pure animal hunger. And then, as I gave him a little nod, and he gave me his wolfish grin, he blasted another load of virus deep into my guts. THE END

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PART 3 As I gratefully slurped on Jake's fat poz dick, I couldn't get over how sweet his seed tasted as it dripped from his twitching cock. Precum continued to pulse out of his shaft. His balls still hung heavy with millions of infected sperm. I wanted all of that seed swimming up in my guts, taking over my body, colonizing me with his deadly DNA. I looked up at him, and he grinned at me, shaking his head and laughing. "That's only your first load, and you're already addicted to my virus," he said. "You're such a good boy. You ready for more poz dick?" "Fuck yeah," I said, arching my back even more and spreading my knocked-up cunt for Trey, who was rubbing the head of his raw cock against my dripping hole. Trey slapped my ass. "That's not just a hole anymore," he said to me. "That's a fuckin' CUMhole. Isn't that right, boy?" "Yes," I answered. "What's that cumhole for?" Trey asked. "For taking raw dick and poz seed," I said. "Damn, Jake. He's such a good boy," Trey said. "I think he deserves a little bump of T inside this swollen cunt." "Fuck yeah, baby," Jake said, leaning over to spread my hole with his hands. "Put a few shards on the end of your raw dick and work 'em in. Make him bleed a little more. Get him even hungrier. I want him good and wrecked before Beau shoves his toxic dick inside this hungry little fuckhole. Hey, boy," he said to me. "You feel that cum dripping out of your cunt? Trey's gonna plug you up with his dick and work all that poz jizz into your little neg butt, your tissues, your bloodstream. He's gonna rub my sperm deeper into you. And from here on out, we're only gonna use our virus as lube. Got that?" "Yes," I answered. "Yes. Please. I want it. More poz seed. Inside me. Deeper. Please." Jake grunted approval. As I kept worshipping his twitching poz dick, I heard Trey rustling around in a plastic bag behind me. Then I felt the head of his cock push up inside my hole, along with a scratching, burning heat that first made me tense up. But just a moment later, hunger radiated up my spine, and I backed my hole onto his dick in one greedy backward thrust. "Thatta bitch," said Trey. "Fuck yourself on my poz dick, boy. Fuck yourself to death. I want to see how much you want my virus." I pushed off his cock, then pushed back again to swallow his shaft with my partied-up hole. Then again. And again. Faster. Hungrier. Grunting, panting, whimpering with pain and insane pleasure, possessed by a deep need for these men to make me theirs forever. I glanced over at Beau, who was still hard at work under the desklamp. Were those needles in his hands? And why was one of the syringes a deep shade of red? Trey didn't last long: after a minute or two of watching me impale myself on his poz dick, he grabbed my hips and reclaimed control of my neg cunt. "Fuck, Jake," he said. "I'm not gonna last much longer. This boy needs another dose of our strain. Don't you, boy?" I whimpered. Jake smacked me on the side of the head. "Trey asked you a question, boy. Do you want his strain?" "Yes, I want his poz strain," I replied. "Please infect me. Knock my ass up. Make me yours. Own me. POZ ME. PLEASE." Hearing that, Trey's breath grew shorter, and his dick got even harder. "Fuck you, bitch," he said to me. "You're getting pozzed tonight whether you want it...or...NOT." Then he went into a convulsive, ass-pounding orgasm, his poz dick pumping stream after stream of tainted cum into my wide-open neg hole. As he continued to shake with each pulse of his fat dick, I pushed my ass against him again, working his cock with my swollen cunt, doing everything I could to drain him completely and get that strain as deep as it could go. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Beau watching us from the desk, his hand working his dick as his balls bounced with every stroke. I was mesmerized by those balls -- low and full and deadly. Beau smiled. "I think this boy's ready for the next stage of his initiation," he said to Jake. Jake nodded. With Trey's dick still twitching inside my slopped-up cumhole, Beau walked over and knelt down beside me, turning my face to look at him. He was in his late twenties, and had the look of a fratboy gone to the dark side: backwards ball cap, strong jawline, military haircut, muscled-up pecs, and a trail of fur running down the middle of his abs to a veiny cock, even bigger than Jake's, that was perfect for pozzing up uninitiated jockboy hole. It was his eyes that gave him away: dark, almost pitch-black, piercing, the eyes of a Devil who's out to destroy. "We've made you into a hungry boy," he said to me. "But it's time to make you even hungrier. Are you ready to be a shameless, trashy cumpig for us to pimp out and poz up all night long? You ready to go to the next level?" I nodded. "I'm ready," I said. "I'll do anything. I want your virus. Bad." "Anything?" "Anything. Please. Poz me." Beau grinned, and turned to Trey. "Let's put him on the couch," he said. "Prop up his arm on a pillow." He walked back to the desk, returning with four syringes. He handed one each to Jake and Trey, put another behind his ear, and held out the last one for me to see. It was a deep crimson red. "See that, boy? That's my blood. I melted a syringe full of Tina with my fucking toxic blood, and I'm gonna pump this into your vein. After that, you're gonna be 50 times higher than you are right now. By that point, you won't even feel like a hot little jockboy anymore -- you'll be nothing but a hole, and you'll welcome every AIDS-infected cock deep in your wrecked cunt. You ready for that, fucker?" I turned to Jake. He rubbed my chest reassuringly. "It's OK, pig," he told me. "Believe me, you want this. Just trust us. You'll fucking love it." Beau was already applying a tourniquet to my arm. Meanwhile, Jake and Trey were doing the same to theirs. "Watch Jake do his hit," Beau said to me. "He's going to stick the needle in his vein, draw it back to make sure that he's directly connected to his bloodstream, then push the plunger in. That delivers the T right into his circulatory system. Watch." I watched. Jake inserted the needle. He pulled back the plunger, a flood of red filling the syringe. Then he pushed the plunger in, pulled the needle out, and released the tourniquet, raising his arm above his head. His mouth dropped open and his eyes rolled back. He let out a long, shaky breath. And his dick suddenly curved even further upward, a stream of precum oozing out of his piss-slit as he broke into an ecstatic grin. "See that?" said Beau. "Now, it's gonna be really intense at first. You might feel like you're having trouble breathing, and you might feel really warm all of a sudden. But don't worry -- that's normal. Just relax into it. OK?" "OK," I said, resting my arm on the pillow. Beau had no trouble finding a vein, gently inserting the needle into my arm. Even from that initial puncture, I felt a tiny rush from the T on the needle. He pulled the plunger back, and the red color of the syringe grew even darker. "Ready, boy?" he said, looking me in the eye. "You ready to take my virus directly into your bloodstream?" "Fuck yeah," I said. "Push that poz blood into me." "You didn't have a choice, bitch." He plunged the syringe's contents into my vein just before releasing the tourniquet. It hit me immediately. I felt a powerful rush in my head, and I went into a coughing fit as I tasted something chemical at the back of my throat. Then my breathing grew shallow, causing me to have a moment of panic -- but then Jake was lying down next to me, wrapping his arms around me, running his hands over my chest and stomach. "Just relax, buddy," he said. "It's OK. It's intense, I know. But just relax into it. Relax." I looked him in the eyes, my breathing still tense and labored. "Here," he said. "Does this help?" With a light touch of his fingers, he moved down to my slopped-up cumhole, gently inserting two fingers just an inch or two into my cunt. As soon as his fingers entered my knocked-up butt, all thoughts of panic vanished. Suddenly my fuckhole was the center of my universe -- it expanded around his fingers, seemed to expand into the entire room. I was nothing but a hungry slammed-up poz-craving cunt dripping with two loads of viral seed. Nothing else -- just a hole, ready to surrender to any dick that wanted to mark me and charge me up. My eyes rolled back in my head, I let out a long, low moan, and my hole felt ready to swallow Jake's hand. He grinned. "There you go," he said. "That's the sound of a slampig being born." I looked up toward Beau, who was just then plunging the syringe into his vein. My eyes fixated on his cock as it twitched and dripped during his initial rush. Meanwhile, he stared right back at me. "Show me your slampig fuckhole," Beau said. "Spread it. I wanna see what I'm gonna flood with poz seed." I spread my cum-soaked, torn-up hole as far as I could. He watched me with his dark Devil eyes, jacking his unmedicated poz cock, his fat shaft glistening like steel. "Nice," he said to me, his eyes gleaming with a hunger to destroy me -- me, this helpless negboy bitch with veins pumped full of Tina and tainted blood. "Keep those legs up, boy. I'm gonna pound that cunt and poz you the fuck up." MORE SOON...

Welcome to the Building-Part 2 I had just recovered from being sick. Corey said I must of had a bout of the stomach flu or something. I was lucky to have him help care for me. I am glad I am all better, because we were invited to a building party being held in the owner’s apartment on the top floor for next Friday night. The owner of our building, Tom, actually has the entire top floor of our small building. I’ve also learned that he owns a local business on Halstead. I’m not sure which one or what they do, but I know Corey works for him. He went to work there a few months after moving into this building. I am thankful I have a week to get my strength back. But the way Corey and I fuck I don’t know if I will be recovered. Friday came and we got all ready and headed up stairs to Tom’s. Corey introduced me as his boyfriend to all those at the party. It seemed we were the last one’s to arrive. Then he introduced me to out host Tom. “Tom, this is my boyfriend Jeremy. Jeremy, this is Tom.” As he shook my hand with a very firm grip, “Nice to meet you Jeremy. How do you like our little building?” “It’s very nice, close to the L for me to get to the Loop for work, and the bars are convenient. Corey tells me you have an office close by.” “Yes, it keeps me and all the boys here busy. Everyone here works for me at my office.” Tom seemed to take an interest in me, probably because I was new to the building and had never met before today. I had signed up for the apartment with a realtor and never met the man until today. As Tom and I spoke, asked, “Can I get you a drink Jeremy?” “Sure Corey, you know what I like.” Tom asked, “What that?” “Rum & Coke.” Tom and I continued to chat about where I was from, how I liked Chicago, how much I liked Corey, when Corey returned with my drink. I began to sip it when Tom offered to show me around his apartment. I began to feel a little woozy as we were touring the back bedrooms. Corey must have noticed something because he asked me, “Jeremy, you feeling ok?” “I must not be over the flu yet, I’m feeling a little light headed.” Tom said, “You can lay down back here for a while” as he opened up the last bedroom and we walked in side. I was really light headed cause I swore I felt like I was floating. I began to fade in and out. It seemed only like a few minutes when I came to and realized that I was sitting in sling with my wrists and ankles bound to the chains. I was not fully recovered enough to attempt to try and get free, but I could tell that Tom and Corey were standing next to me and that they were naked. Then I smelled something strong, smelling salts was my guess because I snapped out and came around. “What the fuck is going on here? Come one jokes over, let me go!” “You’re not going anywhere Jeremy. We have to finish what Corey started when he first fucked you.” “What do you mean finish what Corey started?” “My realtor found you and hand picked you to move into this building and join my company. I picked Corey to bring you into the fold so to speak.” “Corey?” “Do you remember when I shot the lube into you? It was laced with Tina, crystal meth. I fucked you with defective condoms that would shred when I fucked you. After I shot a few loads in you I would go get another Viagra and a bogus condom and start again. The flu you had wasn’t the flu flu, but the fuck flu where you sero-converted from neg to poz. I am your father as one of the guys here is my father ultimately Tom is the father to all of us.” “Why me?” “You’re young, smart and have a skill set I need for my business” Tom answered.” “Why didn’t you just offer me a job?” “That’s not how this company works. You need to be brought in to the company and have a need to work for us. Once your present employer finds out you are HIV+ you will ultimately lode your job. Working for me you will get paid well and great benefits, medical, dental and sexual.” I was overwhelmed with all I was hearing. I was scared yet turned on in some strange way. I was now HIV+ and was free to fuck without condoms like Corey had already been doing to me for nearly a month. They knew they had me when Corey grabbed my rock hard cock. “This tells me you like what you are hearing.” Tom added, “After tonight you’re out look on life will never be the same.” Corey placed something made of rubber really tight around my left bicep. Then Tom took a syringe filled with clear fluid to my arm. As he found a vein and stuck the needle in me I hear Corey say that he could tell I enjoyed getting fucked with the meth he snaked into my ass with the lube. He thought I’d love a more ‘direct’ method of the drug into my system. I watched as all the liquid disappeared into my arm. Then the rubber was pulled from my arm and I felt a rush of warmth up my arm, a ringing began in my ears as my heart began to race, then I felt is difficult to breath and had to cough a couple times. My senses were thrown into over load as Tom walked around to get between my legs. He knelt down and began to lick my hole and I began to moan. I also noticed my raging 7 1/2” hard cock had shriveled up to its soft 3”. Corey said that’s what Tina does to a hard cock, makes it go limp. Corey muffled my moaning with a deep and passionate kiss. He then looked me in the eyes and told me, “This may have started out as a job assignment, but you must believe me that I love you, I didn’t know for certain until now when you took the needle in your arm without protest, but I love you.” “I love you too Corey.” Tom had stopped rimming my hole and I looked down to see him starting to fuck me. His cock felt so wonderful inside me. I wanted him to fuck me, breed me and give me his poz load. Tom was much better at fucking me then Corey, but Corey was better at making love to me. Tom banged away at my hole for a good hour when he finally grunted and said, “There you go Jeremy, there’s2 loads to get the night started. Every man here will fuck you giving you at least 2 loads. Then some of my friends will stop by later tonight after the bars let out.” After Tom finished, Corey released my wrists and ankles as a never ending stream of guys paraded in to fuck me and deposit their dirty seed. Corey never left my side throughout the night; he stayed by my head, kissing me as the other’s fucked me. At one point I think Corey could tell the slam was beginning to wear off as he prepared another one for me. “This is a small slam to help recharge your high. I don’t want you to get addicted to this shit. It’s used very rarely around here and Tom only uses it on his new converts like yourself to help them get through the gang bang.” I knew that all the tenants of the building, 18 (not including Corey or myself) had been in to deposit their loads. I wasn’t sure what time it was until the first of Tom’s friends arrived to fuck me. As they came and went I lost count how many loads I had taken, but I could feel the cum dripping from my hole. As the last of them finished up Tom appeared to fuck me one last time before I was to leave the party. He fucked me hard and fast with deep thrusts. He began to grunt a groan and yelled out, “Welcome to the building Jeremy!” as I felt his dick spasm within my ass. As Corey helped me out of the sling I noticed a bucket on the floor under where my ass was. It was full of cum. As I put my clothes I wondered what they were going to do with the cum in the bucket and why Corey hadn’t fucked me. I even asked him, “Why didn’t you take a turn to fuck my ass Corey?” “I don’t want to fuck you Jeremy; I am going to make love to you as we lay around in bed the rest of the weekend.” He then kissed me with so much passion I knew I had found my man. “What is Tom going to do with the cum in the bucket?” “He uses it for lube in his movies.” “What movies?” “Tom owns a production company that makes bareback prono’s. He needs you to run the shipping department like you do where you work now. On Monday I went to work and gave my notice. That night Corey and I went up to Tom’s place and I made arrangements to begin work as soon as I finished my old job.

[quote BTW, if you're a newbie to double fucking they say you should have the top with the bigger dick lay on his back, the bottom sits on that cock, and then the top with the smaller dick gets behind the bottom and fucks him doggy style. rawTOP I have to disagree on this one. I LOVE double fucking, and do it all the time. I've always been the top with the bigger cock, and I find it works best to have the top with the smaller cock lay on his bock, the bottom sits on that cock, and then the top with the bigger cock gets behind and fucks. It works best on the edge of a bed or similar surface - it can get tricky to find room for 6 legs