Leaderboard

This is a story in five parts, the first I've published. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. ------------------------------ Red Letter Day, Part 1. As he pressed the buzzer on the innocuous looking door on the side street in Madrid's Chueca district, Dan was shaking. What the hell was he doing here? It was 4:00 AM but the narrow streets were still busy, party-goers enjoying the night air, cooler than the scorching heat of the late Spring day but still without cause for a jacket. He paused again, looking around cautiously, making sure that no one else from his group was around to observe his indiscretion. But they were all back at the apartments that they'd rented for the trip. Ten guys and a token straight girl on a trip to Madrid over the spring weekend. They'd eaten tapas, seen the obligatory tourist sights, drunk copious amount of alcohol, and danced the night away. But whilst everyone else had gone back to the apartments, drunkenly stumbling the three blocks back to their weekend home, Dan had headed just a short walk away to indulge a craving. His boyfriend, Alex had called it an early night, having peaked a little too early and would be blissfully unaware of Dan's late-night diversion. He jumped slightly as a voice spoke at him from the panel. "Third Floor", the North American accent seemed out of place in the hubbub of a Spanish city. But he was reassured, the guy on Grindr who'd invited him to this party, a celebration of sleaziness, was Canadian. The door buzzed, he pushed it open and went inside. The door closed and the dark elegant entrance hall was suddenly quiet, cool, and still. It wasn't too late, he could still turn back, he could go to bed and pretend this hadn't happened, but something drew him on, pulling him by his nether regions up to the third floor. The door was ajar and he could hear music playing, the instructions on his phone had told him just to come in, no one would be greeting, they'd all be too busy. The small room off the hallway to his left contained a myriad of shoes and clothing, some in neat piles, some strewn untidily. He stripped naked, and paused to look in the full length mirror before folding his clothing neatly into a pile on top of his shoes. He was tall, just under six feet with short messy dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Clean shaven, his body was toned, with hints of definition that left him not quite a twink and not quite a jock. He shaved the patchy chest hair that naturally popped up leaving him with a smooth chest that showed his muscles. A tight, groomed treasure trail led down to the asset that left most boys hungry. Eight inches of thick uncut meat, not the largest you'd ever seen, but large and inviting rather than intimidating. It curved slightly when hard and grew particularly thick in the middle; that was the bit that made the boys moan the most. His ass was a muscly bubble butt, shaved smooth with a tight smooth hole that begged for a tongue or a nice dick to enter it. Dan always purported that versatility made life more interesting. He walked down the hallway to the source of the music and voices. Entering the large living room of the duplex apartment, he was greeted by the sight of some fifteen or twenty naked guys, variously drinking, chatting or busily engaging in the favoured activity of the night. He spied the party's host who walked over to greet him. Where Dan's look fell somewhere between twink and jock, Greg was a hundred percent the latter. Tall and muscled with tousled sandy hair and white teeth, Dan's gaze was drawn immediately to the large uncut cock that swung as he walked. Dan guessed it would be longer than his, but not as girthy when hard. He began salivating at the prospect of sucking it, and his dick began to indicate his desire. "You must be Dan? I'm Greg, glad you could make it" he put his hands on Dan's hips and planted a kiss on his lips, as Dan felt their cocks rubbing together, not for the last time that night. "Thanks for the invite" Dan replied, still slightly shakily. "Don't be nervous, you'll have a great time, I promise." said Greg, grinning at him. "So, you don't need any paint yet?" Greg enquired. "Nope" responded Dan, "We'll soon change that" said Greg, laughing slightly. Dan knew exactly what he meant, he'd been told clearly how the party worked in a Grindr conversation that evening that had him terrified and excited in equal measure. He'd been intensely hard the whole time the party was described to him, hence why he was standing there naked now. The invite was exclusive, the host wanted only the hottest guys and as Dan looked around the room he couldn't see any he wouldn't be happy to do at least something with. A little over half the guys in the room, and presumably the guys already roamed into other rooms in the duplex apartment, had writing on their chests in red body paint, one word: POZ. The game was simple, you could do whatever you wanted with whomever you wanted, but the real goal was for those with POZ on their chests to add, one letter at a time, that word to those who'd arrived without. Dan figured that most of those already marked were probably undetectable, like the host, and some were negative guys enjoying the power fantasy. Likewise some of the unmarked guys were indulging in fantasies of their own, but his host assured him that he should only attend if he was ready for the consequences of tonight to be more permanent than the paint it was written in. Greg has warned him that several loads in the room were unmedicated, filled with virus that would leave his negative status a thing of the past. "Where do I start?" asked Dan. A drink had appeared in his hand and the fresh surge of vodka buoyed his confidence. "Wherever you want" came the reply. With barely a moment's hesitation, Dan placed his drink on the table and dropped to his knees, pulling Greg's already semi-hard cock into his mouth. It tasted of cum and ass, and Dan was immediately intoxicated by the flavours that revealed his host's previous endeavours. It quickly grew hard and Dan struggled to contain it all in his mouth, but he was an expert sucker, he'd been doing it since he was 13 and knew exactly how to tease a large man cock with his tongue. Cut dicks were a rarity for him but he'd spent enough time abroad to know how best to work them. Greg moaned and began pumping Dan's face with his dick. Greg drew back and pulled Dan onto a nearby sofa, Dan felt the cool black leather on his knees as Greg reclined and Dan went onto all fours, consciously exposing his ass to the few guys now watching the action unfold. As he worked Greg's long dick, he felt a warm tongue around his hole. Glancing behind himself, Dan saw a tall, preppy, geeky blonde with a skinny, pale body and glasses who grinned as he worked Dan's ass. Dan returned the smile and went back to his sucking duties whilst the pretty, preppy blond went to work on his ass with vigour. Greg leaned down and whispered to him "Jamie there won't just mark your body tonight." With a dirty smile he leaned back, enjoying the feel of Dan's tongue working the thick head and shaft. Dan's cock jumped at the thought of Jamie's load and he pushed back, enjoying the expert tongue work. Suddenly a warmth surrounded his dick and he saw a Spanish guy with just the perfect amount of hair on his chest working his hardened dick. His enjoyment of the sensations in his mouth, ass, and dick were interrupted by Greg who pulled him up with his muscular arms and flipped him round so he was facing blond Jamie, his ass exposed to Greg's cock, wet with his spit and copious precum. Greg pulled on his shoulders and Dan felt the familiar pressure of a dick forcing its way into his hole. Dan's mind burned with the three letters written in red on Greg's chest as he heard the slight pop and felt the filling sensation of raw cock entering him. Raw poz cock. Dan's mind blurred from the vodka, the poppers presented under his nose and the sensation of the cock sliding into him in one go. He let out a moan and found his mouth filled by Jamie's dick. Massively thick, Jamie's cut dick left him barely able to breathe as Jamie thrust into his mouth and battered his throat. Behind him, Greg was working up his pace, his long dick spearing Dan's hole rhythmically and Dan once again felt the Spanish guy Antonio, sucking him. He could feel Greg's dick swelling as he urged "Get ready for this huge poz load you little neg slut!" Greg moaned loudly "Fuck yeah", Dan felt his cock spasm and the familiar warmth of cum filling him. "Take my poz babies" moaned Greg as he thrust the last of his orgasm inside Dan's hole. Jamie withdrew his dick from Dan's mouth and he suddenly felt empty at both ends. He collapsed onto his front and Greg rolled him over, "Jamie's saving his load for somewhere other than your mouth, but right now it's time to mark you up." He took a pen from the table and wrote a large P over Dan's right pec in red body paint. It should have terrified him, but he felt nothing except excitement at the idea of collecting all three letters that would mark him as poz.

I hadn’t been the best brother in the world to my sister, Jane, since our parents had died three years earlier. My life was hectic and I travelled plenty which meant it was rare for us to actually be near each other long enough to meet up. I did talk to her by phone often especially after her divorce as she had struggled for a number of years with Ethan, her teenage son. When we eventually arranged to meet, it was over the coming weekend as I’d not seen her or Ethan since our parent’s funeral. I knew Ethan had just turned 18 but when I finally laid eyes on him I was really shocked. Not in a bad way, in a very, very good way. First I should say I’m 42, gay and had definitely been the black sheep of the family. I am also HIV+. My sister was four years younger than me and had married young and to her school sweet heart Jamie, who, after several years, turned out to be a right fucking cunt. They’d had one child, Ethan who it seemed had, in recent years, had been bullied by his Dad for some unstated reason, and his mother had had to keep the peace. I encouraged her to boot the bastard out, which she eventually found the courage to do. My life revolved around work but I was also constantly and insatiably hungry for cock. I didn’t mind where and who (so long as legal) and the more at once the better. I don’t know who had knocked me up but I’d been living with HIV for 10 years now. I had kept myself in shape since my teens and still had a reasonable six pack and good definition. I also kept my body smooth and luckily had yet to find a grey hair so I did look younger than my age. When I spoke with my sister, I invited her to stay with me in my London flat for a few days so we could catch up properly. When she arrived, I had a very pleasant surprise as she was accompanied by Ethan. The original plan was that he would stay with friends, but apparently his plans had changed, and truth be told, my eyes must have been out on stalks because Ethan had grown into a very good looking teenager. He had short blonde hair, a bit of a nice tan too. Blue eyes and perfect white teeth. His smile lit up his face which frankly, was absolutely beautiful. My ex-brother in-law was a cunt but he’d sired a very hot young stud. I embraced my sister and shook Ethan’s hand and welcomed them in. Considering I’d not seen them for so long it was like we’d not been apart. My sister was keen to chat but I had to admit I found it hard to stop staring at my nephew who besides being very eye catching had removed his jumper to reveal well defined arms which clearly belonged to a toned body. I knew it was wrong but my cock was semi hard and my mind playing out all sorts of scenarios. I don’t think I was imagining it either but I was getting a few glances from Ethan too. We sat in my large lounge with its views over the Thames, drinking wine. Jane had commented how her ex had maltreated her, when Ethan chimed-in with the blunt statement “He was also such a cunt to me." “But why?” I asked looking at both of them. I never liked Jamie at all to be honest but I never saw him as particularly evil and certainly not to his own son. Jane shifted a little not saying anything but Ethan looked me in the eye, answering “He found me making out with my boyfriend." I was a little taken aback, to be honest I had no idea Ethan was gay but I looked at my sister who just nodded back. I guess the family gay gene was alive and well. “So he’s a homophobe?” I asked “Too right he is, the wanker” Ethan replied with clear hatred for his father laced in every word. “Oh Ethan, he just didn’t know how to deal with it” Jane began but Ethan got angry and glaring at his mother, “And beating me with his fists was his way of dealing with it?” he retorted. “What?” I interjected angrily. “He didn’t mean to," Jane replied, glaring frantically at us. Ethan, however, interrupted with an emphatic “Mom, he did it to both of us. Stop making excuses for him.” Ethan was very agitated by now. I looked at them both as tears poured down my sisters cheeks and her son sat red faced and fuming. “Okay, guys, time out,” I said in my best management style. “I didn’t know all of this Jane. You should have said something,” I started. Jane, however, correctly reminded me “Why? You were never around for us after Mum and Dad died. You were off on business while I had to face it all on my own,” she managed between sobs. I couldn’t argue with her. She had a point but it had brought the afternoon down to a shitty low point. “Okay, well, look, let’s start anew. I’m here now,” I said smiling at both of them. We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening catching up, with the tone lifting considerably. I cooked them both a nice meal and by the time we were ready for bed their moods had been totally uplifted although, I couldn’t help notice the many times Ethan had touched my hand, arm, back and yep, even my ass. My flat only had two bedrooms so I let Jane stay in the guest room and I handed Ethan a blanket and pillow, pointing to the couch. “Trust me it’s comfy, I’ve slept on it loads” I said. He thanked me and took them and I left him to retire to my own room. It had been a long day but I still couldn’t get my sexy nephew out of my thoughts. I stripped, climbed into bed and turned on the TV,choosing to stream some hot twink/daddy porn in which a hot lad was taken roughly by a hard daddy type. I watched for perhaps half an hour, slowly wanking my rock hard dick when I heard a faint knock at the door. Turning off the TV, I rose out of bed, pulled-on my robe, and opened the door, honestly expecting to see my sister but there stood my nephew wearing nothing but his briefs. He was stunning. Teenage six pack and perfectly defined body which was completely hairless. “Uncle, can I talk to you?” he asked at the door looking at me pleadingly. I looked at him for a moment before realising what he’d said….”Well, errr yes, sure come in,” I replied. He came into my room and shut the door behind him. He walked over to the bed and sat down. I stood with my robe open and I could see he was checking out my defined muscle chest. “What do you want to talk about Ethan?” I asked also finding it hard to not look at his perfectly defined upper body and perfectly clear skin. “I err,” he began looking down at the floor, “I know you’re gay too” he started. “I haven’t been able to talk to anyone about being gay. Mum wouldn’t talk to me and Dad would just shout at me,” he continued. I watched him with a mixture of utter lust as well as feeling terribly sorry for him. “Can I talk to you about my feelings?” he asked finally looking up at me. I smiled back at him and came and sat down next him on the bed, put my hand on his. “Of course Ethan. Anything you want," I replied in as even a tone as I could manage. He looked into my eyes and smiled back at me. “Is it true you are HIV positive?” he asked. I hesitated momentarily before answering, “Yes.” He looked at me for a long time before speaking again. “Will you breed me?” he asked. I was totally shocked to be honest although I was also excited too. “Ethan you’re young. You don’t want HIV…. not to mention I’m your Uncle. What the hell would your mother…. my sister say?” I blurted back. He stared intently at me, seemingly not at all embarrassed. His right hand moved and rested on my leg. My rock hard cock actually twitched. “Uncle, I like older men and I only like to fuck raw. I know I'll eventually convert, but I'd rather get it from a man I like and trust, and who I think is hot,” he explained. I didn’t reply straight away either. I stared back into his eyes and my lust was beginning to overpower my shock. My extremely sexy nephew wanted me to breed his cunt with my seed. The irony being I was actually having a few problems staying undetectable at the moment so my seed was pretty deadly right now. “Ethan you’re extremely hot, I can’t deny it but you’re asking me to infect my flesh and blood,” I finally replied. A smile broke out in Ethan’s young beautiful face. He leaned slowly forward to me until our faces were millimeters apart and moments later we were kissing passionately. I couldn’t help myself. He was exactly the sort of twink I’d happily fucked and infected in the past, but this time a family member wanted my deadly seed. I wrapped my hands around his body and pulled him to me and within minutes had one hand down his briefs and feeling his quite thick and substantially rock hard cock. He may have been 18 but he seemed very experienced and forward. I guess no different to how I was at his age. Eventually we broke off the kiss and I pulled my robe off so he could see me naked. He stood and dropped his briefs to let his thick eight inches swing free. He was stunning. I knew I would be ploughing him for hours to come. Luckily I’d had my bedroom sound proofed as, having had many a naked slut tied to my bed, screaming while I’d inflicted my particular blend of depravity on him, I decided discretion was prudent, so I had spent quite a bit of money to ensure the outside world was unaware of my play time. So, I knew I could fuck Ethan without his mother hearing anything but still the electricity between us was unlike anything I’d ever experienced: I would convert my nephew and what was more, he wanted it. I pulled him back on to me and our naked bodies wrapped around each other as I reached down to probe his smooth asshole. Ethan was happy to be led by me and clearly was the subservient type which suited me perfectly as our tongues once more probed each other’s mouth. I forcefully pulled him up and fully devoured his cock as he groaned to my touch. I sucked him for no more than five minutes before he began to groan, cumming hard into my mouth. I swallowed every drop of his load. As I expected, his cum was delicious and plentiful. I smiled, devouring my nephew’s first load. Young pups cum quickly but often which pleased me. I forced him round and he fell down on my cock as we now 69’d. He devoured me rather expertly for a teenager and I rimmed his smooth mancunt getting my tongue deep inside his lovely hole, followed by a finger or three. He moaned as I invaded him for the first time and his expert ministrations blowing my cock was getting me so horny. The need to pump a load into his negative hole was paramount. After ten minutes I pulled him forcefully round and we kissed hard again as he straddled me. My cock erect and now against his ass cheeks. Pushing him off me finally, “You want my toxic load Ethan?” I growled staring into his eyes. He didn’t even pause, “Yes Uncle, breed me. I want you,” he whispered back. I didn’t need asking twice and with his help my cock was now at his hole and Ethan began to push back against my cock. He was well lubed by my saliva and my cock easily began to slide into him. He began to inhale hard and groan as my thick member stretched him wide. He rode my cock like a pro. Clearly he knew how to bottom. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as we fucked. I thrust up to meet him as he rode down on me. His body was absolutely stunning and involuntarily I reached up to twist his nipples which, of course, only made him fuck me harder. He was making a lot of noise as we fucked and even though my room was sound proofed I pulled him down to kiss him and silence him. My dark desires were starting to come out and I gripped his throat and squeezed hard. Some guys panic a little and find it too much but Ethan seemed to like being fucked hard and never once stopped me from throttling him as I fucked his ass. The more he moaned the more I squeezed his throat until he couldn’t breathe and he seemed to love every minute of it. I pulled him down on to the bed, positioning him on this back, and fucked him missionary. His eyes were fixated on mine, connecting at a primal level. He was delicious and the thought of converting him with my positive seed excited me far more than some anonymous fuck I would have otherwise met at a bar. “Breed me, Uncle,” he kept moaning as I rammed his cunt. I could feel my seed beginning to boil and very soon I knew I was close. “Do you want my seed you dirty little cunt” I growled as I felt my orgasm building. “Yes sir” he replied staring up at me. I was close but I felt Ethan actually clamp down on my cock as my cum exploded inside his negative cunt. Groaning loudly I pumped my deadly load inside him as Ethan pulled me down kissing hard, my cock twitching as it continued to pump seed in him. “Oh fuck” I moaned, the realisation that I’d just dumped a high viral load of cum inside my kin suddenly dawned on me. My nephew seemed almost joyous though and while we kissed all he could do was grin, “Thank you Uncle” he moaned. The damage was now done and I began to relax and felt it my duty to make sure he converted with someone he knew. We kissed for many minutes and even though I’d cum my cock remained hard and still inside my nephew. “Have you taken positive loads before?” I asked eventually breaking the kiss. “Yes, I’ve been cruising since I was 15 and I know I’ve taken undetectable loads before, but I know you are poisonous at this moment,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. “And how do you know that?” I asked a little taken aback. “You told me on BareBackRT last week,” replying with a big grin. It suddenly dawned on me what he was talking about. I regularly hook up with guys on BBRT and just recently I’d been talking to a guy without a profile picture who said he was chasing and I told him how I loved to breed guys with or without their knowledge. I’d also said I had an infectious viral load right now, “You are Chaserboy?” I asked starring into my sexy nephew’s eyes. “Yes. You’re not mad are you?” he replied looking a little afraid. I paused a moment then a grin split my face and I forced my tongue back into his mouth. “No Ethan. I’m glad I could help you out,” I finally replied. We spent the next couple of hours fucking several more times. I also spent some time scratching his asshole, with the intent of ensuring he converted. After pumping my third load inside him with Ethan riding on top of me like some wild banshee, he collapsed on top of me, our bodies sweating profusely, breathing hard. I looked over at the clock. It was nearly 5:00 AM. “Listen Ethan you’d better go back to the lounge to get some sleep,just in case your mother gets up and finds you missing,” I suggested, staring at my sex crazed nephew. This had been a fucking awesome visit and I suspected I’d be using his body as my sex toy plenty more yet. I particularly wanted to explore his tolerance to pain. To be continued……..

Wednesday Work I got to work and sat in my chair and loaded up the project for the day. My hand idle scratches my chest. Grabbing a bottle of water I began sipping it through the morning. The bitter taste was now welcome and delicious now. I loved swallowing it, before I knew it the first bottle was finished and empty. Gathering all my fortitude I buckled down and focused on the task at hand. Luckily everything was routine and while I was distracted I as able to get through all I needed to get through before lunch time came. My cock was hard and tenting my dress pants. Fuck I was horned up. Since I hadn’t brought any lunch I figured I would head out and grab a bite from one of the nearby cafes. I grabbed by keys and hopped in my car heading out for food. My ass gave a twitch against my suit pants and I moaned. As if of its own accord I was back at the porn shop. Before I knew what I was doing I was out of the car and walking through the door. The Cashier was back behind the counter and smiled at me. “Hey buddy how is everything working out for ya?” “Pretty good thanks, can I get some change for the back?” I asked as I handed him a 20 Smiling with a wink he handed me back my change and I went to the back room. There seemed to be a lot of guys back there , apparently I wasn’t the only one going for a lunch time wank. I usually just go into the first booth I see open but none were open until I got about halfway back. Ducking in quick I fed 5$ into the machine and started up some porn. Opening my fly I reached in and pulled out my cock, moaning as a drop of precum leaked out the front. My other hand rubbed all over my chest rubbing my nipples through my dress shirt. Sweat started to break out on my forehead and I got worried. In order not to get my shirt all wet I took it off and hung it on the hook. Fuck it was hot in here. My hand scratched my furry chest pinching my nipples. Lifting my arms I sniffed my pit and my tongue stretched out licking the sweat. Fuck it tasted so good, another moan left my lips my cock now slick with precum a I was jacking it. The porn on the screen showed a fuck hot guy in a sling getting pounded by a big hairy fucker. My ass twitched and spasmed as I watch the huge cock pound into the guy in the slings hole. His body arched and glistened. Smooth and pale, covered in tattoos and pierced nipples. Just as I was getting close I heard the door to my booth open and turned around in a panic. Holy fuck how had I forgot to lock it. Standing there was the cashier smiling at me. Moving quickly he moved into the booth with me and closed the door locking it. Wondering what he was going to do I stood there stock still. Coming to me he grabbed my hands off my cock and bent my right arm behind my head. Burying his face in my sweaty pit I felt his tongue make a long flat hot swipe, licking the salty mix. Grabbing my chin roughly he turned my head and stared into my eyes. My mouth hung open, I had never done anything with a guy physically before. Taking advantage of my pose his spit at my, landing most of it in my mouth. I taste my sweat and his spit and swallowed. Nodding with a knowing smile he sank to a squat and took my cock in his mouth. HOLY FUCK my wife never gave head this was amazing. My back arched in began thrusting into him. In no time I had built back to where I was, sweat dripping from me I began to shudder and spasm. My body rocked by another amazing orgasm, 8 shots of cum erupted from my cock into the cashier’s mouth. Finally it stopped and I stood there feeling drained. The cashier stood up and stepped right next to me and pulled me close. His hands grabbed my hair and bent my head slightly back, his mouth hovered over mine, barely touching. My mouth breathing escaping form my open mouth. Still staring into my eyes he open his mouth and let my cum drip into me. My eyes were wide as saucers as e spit my load back into me. Once he has it all out his hand came up and closed my mouth. “Swallow”……….and I did

Wednesday Morning Making my way to the bathroom I checked myself in the mirror. Looking at my face it was definitely a shaving day. My usual neat goatee was looking a bit scruffy and needed a trim, looking over my body I ran my hair through my thick chest hair, scratching it, felt really good. Staring at my face in the mirror I wondered what I would look like without the goatee and stubble. Oh well need to get showered and cleaned up. Hopping in the shower I start running my hands all over. Soapy my pecs and abs, washing my cock and balls and my furry pits. My hands started to soap up my ass, kneading the cheeks they drifted closer to my hole. Right away I noticed a difference. Where once I was a air tight a soap finger easily slipped in. A moan escaped my lip and a second finger joined it, then a third. My hole seemed on fire need more. I began to truly finger fuck myself. Working deeper and deeper, I turn my head and my eyes saw the toys on the bathroom counter. The two plugs still left and the dildo, the next thing I knew I was dripping wet and walking to the night stand to grab the poppers from my drawer. Heading back into the running shower I grabbed the dildo and the jar of abolene my wife uses for removing her make up. Having used it once or twice for my own popper fueled edge sessions I knew it was a great lube. I uncapped the poppers and took 6 hits , 3 on each side. My breathing became deeper and my hole hungry. I needed to be filled. I slather up the dildo and gentle touched it to my hole. Just that touch sent desire coursing through my body. I began to push on it, it wasn’t moving, I pushed hard feeling my hole stretch and finally with a gasp of pain touched with pleasure the head popper in. I gasped, unable to to much else as my hole adjusted. I then slowly took it out, popping it back in and gyrating my hips. Again and again I was taking little thrusts of the cock. I took the bas and planted it on the floor of the tub. I angled the water so it was hitting me right in the chest. I got on my knees and pressed down again. Bouncing a little I rode the first 4 inches of the dildo. Sweat pouring from me and mixing with the water. Looking over I grabbed my poppers again. Daring myself I took 10 hits. 5 on each side. The need was pulsing. I could feel my hole throbbing around the dildo, I began riding it again fast and fast. I got up on the balls of my feet for a different angle and felt it hitting something deep in my hole. I changed my angle again to keep hitting that spot. 2 more hits of poppers. I was moaning constantly now, want the fucking to never end. I went to readjust myself again to get at my hole a different angle. While moving my foot out it slipped on the wet tub floor, I had half a second of panic before my weight dropped me down on the rest of the dildo. Something gave way in my and I felt my entire ass spasm, quaking around the dildo. Tremors ripped through my body and the biggest orgasm I had ever felt rocketed through my body. My ass pulsed and kept pulsing, I flopped on the tub floor like a fish unable to control myself, spread through me radiating from my hole I arched my back and the dildo shot form me hitting the other side of the bathtub. Spent I lay there as the water kept raining down on me. I gasped for breath as I came back into myself. Gingerly I touch my hole with my hand and felt the electric connection shoot in my making me moan. Knowing I was now running late I soaped up again and washed offer my body, no time for a shave again. I went out in the bedroom and grabbed my now standard jock strap, this time no other underwear and dress suit, went downstairs grabbed a protein bar 2 bottles of water from the fridge and head off to work…

After I graduated from college at the end of my senior year I embarked on what is easily the most boring road trip of all time. I had to drive my little car, from Orlando where I went to school all the way up to Rockledge, Illinois where my parents lived. I was transporting my books, papers and clothing, having sold the rest of my stuff on craigslist. So now was in my compact car full of boxes heading northward. I had decided to do the drive in three days instead of two like I had done when I moved to college, and so I spent the first night in Atlanta in a shitty hotel on the ring road. What with packing and graduating and the parties and everything I was completely exhausted by the time I got to the hotel that night, and promptly passed out right after dinner. Now being 22, 5’11” and 150lbs with short brown hair, a tight smooth swimmers body I tended to attract a lot of attention from men, a fact that I took full advantage of. During my four years at college I had gotten used to getting fucked at least five nights a week if not every night, and to be honest usually by a different guy each night. By the time I reached my hotel on the second night in Effingham, Illinois it was four days sense I had last been fucked and I was climbing the walls. I was already on Grindr before I got in the lobby of the hotel, rolling my suit case behind me. I walked up to the counter and gave the guy my name without looking at him, it wasn’t until he asked to see my ID that I looked up from scrolling through trolls and looked at him. He was reasonably handsome although older then I normally go for, he looked to be about thirty-five, sandy blond hair, broad shoulder, and a powerfully built frame. He took my Driver’s license, typed in whatever information he needed from it, and then handed me a key card without saying much of anything. “Alright Mr. Martin, you’re all set. Room 115, just down this hall, last room on the left.” He pointed down the hallway just past the counter and smiled a broad toothy smile. I took the car and nodded, heading back down the hallway, my attention already back on Grindr. The room was larger then I expected, with a nice queen sized bed at one end with a tv on a rotating stand across from it. An archway separated the bed at the far end of the room from the little sitting area composed of a single couch and a coffee table with a lamp and the bathroom. I dropped my suitcase next to the bed got out my laptop and sat down on the little couch. While I waited for my computer to boot up and connect to the hotel Wi-Fi I scrolled to the top of Grindr and refreshed the page. A new profile appeared right next to mine, one of those headless torso pictures. I don’t normally pay much attention to headless torsos, I usually think “what are you trying to hide,” but I was getting desperate so I clicked. He didn’t have his distance shown but he had to be close. The enlargement of his picture was hot though, showing not just his well-built blond haired chest but his flat stomach and deep pelvic v that made my mouth water a little. He listed no stats, which is normally another red flag for me, but I was so horny and he was one of the few decent looking guys from what I could see in a twenty mile radios so I clicked the message icon. Hey what’s up? I opened adam4adam on my computer and changed my city view to Effingham hoping to have better luck there. A few moments later my phone buzzed. I pulled Grindr back up and found a message from the headless torso. Just working. How are you? Alright. Just got into town. Bored n horny. I responded. His reply came before I put my phone down. This town sucks for guys. I’m always horny as fuck. LOL. Any more pics? He responded with a picture of a long fat cock nestled in a thick bush of light brown pubes a thin sliver of well toned abs and a thick blondish treasure trail visible at the bottom of the picture. Damn that’s a hot fucking cock. How big are you? Again his response came before I could put my phone down. 8.5 and thick. What are you into kid? Bottom, the rest is up for grabs. Nice, send me a pic of your ass. I pulled one up quickly on Grindr’s photo log and sent it. Hot. Face pic? I asked. This time his response took longer. In fact it didn’t come at all. Fucking flake, I thought, and pulled up some porn on my computer. I checked Grindr every once in a while is I jerked off and fingered my hole but he didn’t reply back for over an hour. Just as I was thinking I should just finish off and go to bed my phone buzzed again. It was a message for the headless torso who was still the closet guy to me. So you wanna get fucked tonight kid? Yeah. But I need to see a face pic. I sent back. A few moments later there was a knock on the door. I looked at the clock on my computer; it was ten o’clock at night, who the hell was knocking on the door. Shifting my boner so that it was tucked up into my waistband where it was mostly unnoticeable I walked over to the door. When I opened it I found the tall blond from the front desk standing there. He looked even bigger no that he wasn’t behind his desk, I noticed how broad his shoulders were and how massive his pecs appeared to be through the shirt. He looked like a beefy farm hand from a 1970’s porno. “You wanted a face pic?” I heard for the first time a slight country twang in his low voice. “What,” I stammered. “You said you needed to see a face pic before I got to pound that sweet ass of yours well here it is.” He was the headless torso, the front desk guy that I had barely glanced at when I came into the hotel. “Look I’m not really supposed to do stuff like this but I just got off my shift, so can I come in before the night shift guy sees me?” “Fuck, yeah, sure.” I said hurriedly. The massive hulk of a farm hand walked quickly into the room and I shut the door behind him. He smiled that broad toothy smile again and said, “Well I trust you like what you see.” “Yeah, you’re hot.” “Good, then why don’t you strip boy and show me that hot ass.” I pulled my t-shirt off, my heart pounding. I had had quick Grindr hookups before but never had I had a guy show up at my door without my having really invited him over and start to give me instructions. I hesitated for a moment before dropping my briefs and kicking them off. I now stood completely naked in front of the front desk clerk of the hotel I was staying in while he rubbed his boner through his trousers. “I’m Will,” he said and unbuttoned his shirt. His headless torso picture hadn’t been a lie, his body looked even better then in the picture. Now that I could see his perfectly round small brown nipples up close, and that thick blond hair, his bushy pits, the heavily veined and muscled arms I felt weak at the knees. “I’m Tyler,” I answered him, as he undid his belt and dropped his trousers a slightly yellowed jockstrap straining to contain his swelling cock. “Why don’t you get on your knees and suck my cock before we work it up your sweet ass.” He said rubbing his chest with one hand. I didn’t need to be told twice and quickly feel to my knees in front of him. I licked his cock head through his dirty jock tasting the salty taste of old sweat and piss on the fabric. This guy was a pig and I loved it. He brought the hand that wasn’t busy tweeking his own nipples down on the back of my head to hold me in place and moaned, “Go on and get my cock out boy.” I moved his jock aside and the fat mushroom headed cock he had sent me a picture of sprung out accompanied by two large cum laden balls. Not wasting another second I opened wide and swallowed his cock head. Will groaned pushing me down further, forcing more of his cock into my mouth. I gobbled as much of his cock as I could down into my mouth feeling it hit the back of my throat too soon. For a few minutes Will tried to force his cock further down my throat before pulling out and instructing me to lay on the bed with my head hanging off the edge. I had heard this command before and knew what was coming. I got up onto the bed and lay with my head off the end my mouth already open. “Good slut, you’re gonna get the pounding you need just wait.” He slid his cock into my open mouth and using the leverage and angle of my throat to his advantage began to throat fuck me, forcing his cock down my throat making me gag occasionally. Will pounded away as if my mouth were an ass, and I thought that if he fucked me half as hard as he was fucking my mouth I would be set for a week. Spit and precum dripped out of the corners of my mouth as he pounded my face, his balls slapping against my nose. I heard his breathing change and noticed that his balls were retracting slightly. Shit, I thought, he’s going to cum and not be able to fuck me. Just as I thought that his cock throbbed hard in my mouth and began to rocket cum down my throat. He pulled out till his head rested in my mouth shooting his load onto my tongue. It tasted sweet and salty just like his jock. Slowly he pulled out of my mouth and stepped back. I rolled over and looked at him a little sadly, he just smiled and said, “That wasn’t my only load kid, I haven’t even gone soft yet.” It was true his cock was still hard as a rock. “Lay on the bed normal will yah,” he instructed. I flipped around so my head was resting on the pillows laying on my back and he climbed onto the bed with me. Will moves so quickly I didn’t notice it happen, he suddenly was between my slightly parted legs his strong muscular hairy body over mine as he bent down to kiss me. He forced is tongue into my mouth and I quickly opened up for him. He pressed his chest against mine as we kissed, this was more tender and passionate then he had been. I didn’t really notice that he was slowly spreading his knees forcing my legs apart, in fact I didn’t notice what he was doing until he had managed to get my legs spread wide and his hands holding my hips as he rubbed his cock up and down my crack while he kissed me. I groaned into his mouth as he worked his cock closer and closer to my hole. Eventually I felt his warm wet cock head, slick with spit and more precum, press against my hole. He kept his mouth pressed to mine as he rubbed his cock more forcefully against my pucker. His kissing became rougher, more fanatic, and I was so distracted my his quick moving tongue that I completely forgot about his cock pressing against my hole until I suddenly felt his head press into my hole stretching my sphincter across it’s bulbous form. “Wait,” I gasped, feeling his cock sliding a little deeper into my hole, “I have condoms in my bag.” He pulled away from my a little so he could look me square in the face, still pressing his cock into my quivering hole, “I only fuck raw kid. You want this cock you take it as it is.” I hesitated, and he kept thrusting his fat cock into my hole, stretching me wide. I felt his cock head brush against my prostate and gasped, “Please fuck me,” I moaned. “Good boy,” he slid in the rest of the way, my dry hole pulling a little as he did. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, this stranger this man I had never met before was fucking me raw. Up until that moment I had only let my first boyfriend fuck me raw. I had forgotten how good a bare cock felt inside of me, but I hadn’t even asked his status. I was so conflicted between the values and rules I had set for myself, the risks I understood, and the insane amounts of pleaser that this man’s raw cock slowly pulling out of my hole was giving me. “Are you NEG,” I asked quietly. Will laughed, and said, “Doesn’t matter now, your hole’s full of my precum. I leak like a faucet you’ve seen that already.” It was true, when he had been throat fucking me I was astonished by the amount of precum he dripped in my mouth at times it had felt like almost a constant stream. “Do you want me to stop boy?” He flexed his cock inside of me as he spoke. When I hesitated he flexed his cock again pressing against my prostate and I gasped, “No, fuck me. Please, I need to get fucked so bad.” He smiled at me and started to slip in and out of my ass faster, his precum quickly lubing my hole for him. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the euphoria of having my hole used by this massive hulk of a man. Will pushed my legs into my chest giving himself more leverage to fuck down into my hole. I felt drops of sweat dripping onto me as his face and chest started to glisten. His breathing became erratic and I felt his thrust getting rougher he was going to cum in me, I could tell. After a few moments though his breathing returned to normal and he went pack to pounding me deep. “Man you hole feels so good on my raw cock,” he said, emphasizing the word raw as if reminding me of the choice I had made. I loved getting fucked, and I had had a lot of great tops but his cock did feel better inside of me. He was giving me more pleasure then I had had in a long time. My whole body seemed to be tingling, alive with electricity and my lust for Will and his cock grew. His breathing started to get ragged again as he long dicked me, pulling his cock completely out of my hole before slamming it back in to my now gaping sphincter. “I’m gonna cum soon,” he grunted on one of his body rocking inward thrusts. “Where do you want it,” he asked on the withdrawal. I thought for a moment, but I had already decided when I thought he was going to cum before that if I was getting raw fucked that I was at least going to get the reward. “In my hole, I want you to cum inside me.” “You sure?” “Yes, dump a load in me.” “I knew you were a slut bottom when I first saw you,” he said in one quick breath as he slammed into me again and unleashed his second load of the night into my twitching rectum. His cock throbbed as he came and we both held perfectly still. I realized that I was holding my breath after a moment, and just as he finished cuming we both exhaled slowly. We breathed together for a few long slow breaths before Will flexed his cock inside of me again and began to slowly fuck his cock into me again. “You can go again,” I said, surprised. He put his hands on my thighs pressing them into my chest, pinning me to the bed, “There’s plenty more POZ cum where that came from.” “POZ!” I almost shouted trying to push him off. “What are you trying to push me off for kid, you’ve already got two POZ loads in that sweet hole of yours and about a gallon of precum.” “Two,” I said with tears in my eyes. “Yeah I came in you once but just kept fucking.” So he had cum that first time. His cock brushed my prostate again as I struggled and I felt the euphoria wash over me. “I’m gonna cum at least three more times tonight,” he went on, “and they are all going in this hot little ass of yours one way or another.” He flexed his cock, “So we can either do this the easy way or,” another flex of his cock, “the hard way. What do you say kid, you wanna take these loads like the good slut I know you are or am I going to have to make you take them.” I was panting from his slow fucking and flexing his cock against my prostate, it took me no time to think of my answer. “Fuck your loads into me. I want everything you can give me.” After a few long moments he bent low and kissed me, wrapping his arms around my body. Then he reared back, and swinging his legs out, flipped us both over so that he was now laying flat on his back and I was sitting astride him with his still hard cock in my ass. “How about you milk the next one from my cock.” I rode his cock till he unloaded inside of me again, and then he flipped me over doggy style. After that it was a blur as he pounded my hole all around the hotel room, sometimes bending me over the little sofa or pressing me up against the door. Five loads later we passed out on the bed his cock still buried deep inside my now leaking, puffy, fuck battered hole. The next morning I awoke to the feeling of Will sliding his cock, which had slipped out during the few hours sleep that we got when it finally went down, back into my hole. I pressed my ass back against his cock, having completely given myself over to him and his toxic loads. He sank balls deep and holding onto my hips kept me still as he kissed the back of my neck. I suddenly felt a huge warmth inside of me and realized that Will was pissing inside of my ruined hole. I had heard about people doing this but always thought it way too extreme but now that I felt the flood of piss warming my guts is wondered how I ever could have thought so. “Good slut,” he said when he had finished peeing, “now go and let all that out in the bathroom and then ill give you one more load for the road.” He kissed the back of my neck again and spanked my ass cheek as he pulled out. I quickly clenched my hole not wanting any of the warm liquid to escape and shuffled off to the bathroom. I couldn’t believe how much piss was inside of me when I sat down on the toilet and let my ass relax. It was like a never-ending flood. When at last my hole was empty I got up to flush and was surprised when I looked in the yellow water that there was no cum mixed in. My body had absorbed all of that POZ cum while I slept. My heart pounded in fear but my cock was hard as a rock. Knowing that there was only one thing to do I went back to the bed where Will was laying on his back stroking his fat cock and mounted his dick in one swift move. Will actually gave me three more loads that morning and I arrived at my parents house after four more hours of driving with my hole still feeling wet and slick. That night despite my parent’s objections I told them I was going into Chicago to see friends. When I got off the train in Boys Town for the first time in my life I walked I crossed the street and walked right into Steamworks. I paid for a locker, got my towel and spent the rest of the night taking any cock that came my way. I’ve already taken almost a dozen POZ loads, I told myself, so what does it matter what loads I take now. THE END

So I a still pretty new to man on man action, this was only my 2nd time with a guy as well as my 2nd time getting bred. It was also my first huge real cock, idk how big this dude was but I use big dildos like the john holmes dildo all the time and this guy felt bigger. Maybe it was just how rough he was but idk either way he had to be at least 10 inches. Because I'm around 8 and this guy dwarfed me. Anyways here it is my first ever (hopefully not last) "Last Load" story. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I walked over to taco johns to meet dude met up talked a little bit. He was around 27 a lil shorter then me (I'm 6'6), and pretty muscular. Those hair braids or whatever. Was wearing sunglasses had a goatee. Anyways then we headed back to our place, as soon as we got in and I locked the door and he pretty much slammed me on my knees in the living room and told me to suck his dick. So I ended up doing that, It got way to fucking big to even get halfway in my mouth. Dude was like almost as big as me when he was SOFT. Soon it was like I had a fence post stuffed in my mouth. Eventually he started fucking my face, dirty talking like crazy. Ended up putting some music on so nobody would hear lol. Then he gave me a break and told me to get behind him and lick his ass. Thankfully dude was super clean. He ended up pretty much shoving my face into his ass and had me jack him off while I rimmed him. Then we stopped and slapped my ass hard and grabbed me by my dick and pretty much dragged me to the bedroom and bent me over. Then started licking my ass and fingering me a bit. Had me lay on the bed and got on top and 69ing me. He jacked me off a bit while he ate my ass out. Dude must have had a crazy long tongue cuz it felt like he was fucking me with his tongue or something. All the while he was pretty much fucking my face, I puked like crazy during it. Had to swallow it all. Then he grabbed the coconut oil for lube and lubed me up. Ended up pushing half in with one thrust. I was almost crying, hurt so bad. Then he started fucking me slowly pinning me down on my stomach. He was really into the whole racial dirty talk lol. Calling me white boy bitch talking about how his "big black cock" was messing me up or whatever. Eventually then pain went away and it felt really good. He was curved or whatever with a huge head and was like grinding into my prostate. Before I knew it he was pretty much balls deep in my ass. He started fucking me fucking savagely. He must not have cum for days because his balls were heavy just slapping into me. I think they bruised my ass lol. He fucked me on my stomach, then switched sideways playing with my nipples while he fucked me and slapped my ass. Just fucking kept going. Eventually he put me back doggy style and just really went hard till he was close and then did some slow deep thrusting and ended up just flooding my ass. Then dude popped a pill, Viagra, Cialis or something i didn't ask. Anyways then he grabbed me (BY MY FUCKING DICK AGAIN) and dragged me to the bathroom, got in the shower and told me to suck his nuts while we cleaned off. So ended up taking a shower with dude pretty much much stuffed in the shower sucking him off and until he was hard again and started fucking my face. Then he pulled me up and pinned me to the shower wall hard and just rammed me. I was pressed hard into the shower wall my dick against it half hard while he was just wreaking my ass. Just like balls deep rough. Then he pulled out and it made like a crazy fucking plopping sound suctioned from my ass. Then we headed back to the bed room and he laid back and told me to ride him. So I did, he ended up sucking my nipples while I pretty much raped myself on his massive dick. Then he grabbed my ass and just started grinding up into me hard. Then told me to turn around reverse riding. Dude was like dirty talking like crazy, had to tell him to quiet down. Like I said he was REALLY REALLY into that racial dirty talk lol. Anyways he kept having me ride him for a while like that just slapping my ass red. Then he threw me off and had me hang over the bed. He fucked my face again, managed to get a lil over half his cock down my throat. Just face fucking me. He ended up going too far and I puked on the floor. Thankfully I hadn't eaten much so it was mostly water. Then he had me curl on the ground my ass up toward the bed and he fucked me hard like crazy for the last 30 mins until he was ready to blow. Then ended up yanking me up and had me suck his balls while he jerked off and ended up covering my face. But he wasn't done then he pinned my to the bed and stuffed his cock back in me and grinding it in me while he jacked me off. He was rough at hand jobs but I came anyways. Then he just kept me pinned with his dick in me till it went soft. Then we said our goodbyes and he left. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- so yeah that was kinda insane, I have never had sex like that. So primal idk man. Been messaging back and forth and we might get a sort of master/slave thing going with eachother idk

Just a quick note... I met this guy while I was in a bar. We talkeed on grindr before.. Short tattood muscled latino guy. Really hot. Long story short. we went to his place, we talked about drugs, he said he only smoked Tina, I wanted to try.. We smoked a LOT. He fucked me for 4 hours straigh. shot 3 loads in my ass and 2 in my mouth. Now I am still horny and loooking for more.... Sorry for being so short, but really wanted to share this one with you

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

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

Monday, Day 1 I waved goodbye to my wife as she drove off to spend two weeks with her sister at some spa. She does this quite often and I always end up enjoying myself when she does. First, just because it is healthy for couples to spend some time apart, but also because it lets me do some stuff I would rather she not know about. See, although I love my wife, and I consider myself straight, I have a secret: every now and then I login in to one of the gay sites, get out some lube and my poppers, strip down to a jock and search for guys to have phone sex with. I would edge myself for hours until I couldn’t hold back anymore. I know a lot of build up for something pretty tame but hey, we all have our quirks. Plus I figure it is the safest version of cheating on her I can do. I mean it isn’t like I am going to catch anything from my hand. After she left I went back inside the house and finished getting ready for work. Just as I was about to leave a kinky thought popped in my head and I ran upstairs. Stripping of my suit pants and boxer briefs I grabbed my jock from the drawer and slid into it. I love the way the black Bike jock framed my ass. My Polish, Irish mix looks great in black, the pale skin and dark black dense body hair just looks great. My cock gave a slight twitch at my kinky thought, but before I let it go too far I got dressed and headed out. All day while at work I felt that jock hugging my ass and the tight pouch pressing my cock and ball tight against my body. I ended up having to take a quick bathroom break more than once as I could feel the precum, which felt super slick, particularly when I was walking, dripping between my legs and over my ass. Finally the end of the day came and I started home from work. The constant stimulation all day made me really horny and all I could think about. I just wanted to get home strip down and find some guys for some phone edging. As I got home climbed out of my car, I saw my neighbor and waved hello. My wife and I are friendly enough with his husband and he, and we occasionally exchange invitations to parties. He and his husband moved in about three years ago and they are a sweet couple. As soon as I got inside I started ripping off my clothes off and throwing them everywhere. Fuck it, there was no one home but me to bitch, so I could do whatever I wanted. Stripped to my jock I made my way to the garage where we have a second fridge and (naturally) where I hide my poppers. I love the feel of walking around more or less naked. In addition, the garage just smells amazing. I felt a little self-conscious as I passed in front of several windows, but part of me was enough of an exhibitionist that I sort of liked the idea that I might be caught. In any event, when I reached the fridge I grabbed my Berlin XXX and, again a little self-conscious, I hesitated for only a moment before I twisted the cap and took a sniff, then another, and another, and yet another. A flush came over me so, of course, I took another deep breath. The slightly smell of the garage, gasoline and unfinished lumber, combined with my own body musk, overwhelmed me. By now the idea of being watched also made my cock twitch. Before I could change my mind I lay down on the dirty floor and started working my nipples. The popper rush flooded my senses, invoking a guttural moan. My hand wandered down, pulled aside the jock pouch, and took my cock to task. Seven uncut inches, possessing lots of foreskin, and dripping precum, stood straight up from my dense bush. With deep pleasure my hand began to jack myself. Each time I raised my arm I caught the scent of my pits, and a sense of deep satisfaction controlled me. This was what it was to be a man. I managed to grab the bottle and take another couple of hits, but never did I pause in pleasuring my cock. Fuck, it was so hot: mostly naked on the filthy garage floor, all the little manly smells, my ass on the cold concrete. Normally I would edge but I just wanted to shoot my load so bad,and after four more hits and I can’t help it: the sweat dripped off me as I fucked my hand. I ran my hand through my chest hair and start to lick the salty sweat mix. It tasted so good. I was getting closer and could feel myself reaching the point of no return. Just to push myself over the edge, I grabbed the bottle of poppers to take another hit when I heard a knock at the front door. Startled I immediately stop stroking, capped the bottle, shoved my dripping cock back in my jock strap, I cast about to hide the poppers, and settled on shoving them in the pouch next to my cock. Then, making my way to the front of the house, I grabbed some running shorts and a tank top from the laundry room, pulling them on within seconds, and opened the front door - a little sweaty, perhaps, but respectable. To my surprise, my my neighbor was standing on the stoop, dressed in some running gear. “Hey, I saw the wife leave and figured you might be lonely on your first day, so I figured to invite you out for a run with me and Tom. Gotta make sure you don’t end up with a Dad bod. Although looks like you might have already been working out. You look a bit flushed” I paniced a bit and without thinking just replied 'Sure', and asked what time he wanted to get together. "We usually run around 6:00 during the summer. We head from our development through the park at the end of the block, around the high school and then back. Takes about an hour and has a nice variation in terrain so you don’t get bored." I paused for a second, and without thinking shifted my weight from one foot to the other. The bottle move in my pouch and and involuntary 'Fuck' crossed my mind as it slid out of the leg of my shorts and hit the carpet. Thankfully if bounced behind the door and I don’t think he saw it. In any event, I confirmed I'd be over at 6:00 PM for a run and, upon closing the door, I fall against it, breathing heavily, completely relieved I had managed not to let on what I was doing. Then, taking a couple deep breathes to clear my lungs I headed upstairs to take a quick shower. Yeah, I know it's stupid to shower if one is going running, but I knew there was a ton of crap on my back that I had picked-up from the garage floor. Afterwards I got out of the shower, grabbed a fresh jock and clean running shorts, checked myself in the mirror and went downstairs for a light snack before heading over to the neighbors'. Monday Evening Having got myself squared away I put on my best face and headed next door, I love wearing running shorts. I tend to favor the short nylon kind, in black of course, with the built in underwear (I cut that part out seems superfluous since I always wear a jock) and my black under armour compression tank. Anyways I knocked on the door. Within seconds Tom's husband Mike opened the door. The two men are different as night and day. Tom is big and more built with dark hair somewhat like mine while Mike is a ginger with a slightly smaller build. The only thing they both have in common is the amount of body hair. Both are like me in that regard: all three of us have thick, dense chest hair and furry legs with dense pit hair. Mike was shirtless, but still wearing his dress trousers. “Hey, Tom said you were joining us. Come on in and take a seat. I just got home and need to change, but I'll be right down. If you want a drink or just to chat, Tom is out on the back deck.” I had never really been in their house before so just sort of walked in the general direction of the kitchen figuring their layout couldn’t be much different than mine. Tom was on the back deck drinking water and looking ready to go he was staring off into his yard, probably doing what I tend to do and imagine what little project to add next. I stepped out onto the patio and grabbed an offered water bottle from off the table. I did the usual look around thing and admired their backyard. A set of stairs led up to the second floor deck that must come off their bedroom. All in all it was a nice way to spend any evening. I unscrewed the water bottle and took a long drink and almost gagged, it had a weird taste to it and left a nasty after taste on my tongue. I sputtered a little and Tom turned around. “Whoops that one is for Mike not you, he like to add a special supplement to his to help him try and get bigger. But you might as well finish it off. I'll make Mike another. The other bottles don't have the supplements, so feel free to take one of those after you finish that one. But who knows? Maybe you will like the effects. He says it gives him lots of energy and that he can go for hours after just the one bottle.” Screwing up my face I figured what the hell and downed it quickly so as not to taste it that much. I then grabbed the other bottle and cracked it open take a big drink and getting the flavor out. Damn, I had no idea what he added to the water, but I could definitely feel the additives kicking in. I suddenly had lots of energy and was positively antsy to go for a run. Mike came down dressed in blue running gear to match mine and we were ready to go. Tom re-explained the course to me and we were off. I kept paces with them and after ten minutes a good sweat was dripping off my body. I seemed hyper aware of the way the compression tank was slightly rubbing my nipples. My cock started getting hard and I was glad I was wearing my jock. We had cleared the park and were circling around the high school heading back when they started picking up the pace. First Mike took the lead, then Tom. I found myself working hard to keep up and was doing a god job until we got back into the wooded area near the park. Sweat was really dripping off me now as I followed them through the woods, branches brushing my skin that seemed hyper aware, a steady dripping of precum leaking out of my cock. I could feel the precum as it joined the stream of sweat running down my legs. I was afraid I would lose them when we finally broke free and were back in the development heading back to their place. We reached the steps and I mostly collapsed panting like a dog, sweat plastering my body hair to me. Tom and Mike chuckled and went inside inviting me to come on in. I hesitated remarking "I'm covered with sweat." Mike laughed answering "So are we. Stop being stupid and take a load off your feet." “We are just gonna go grab a cool shower, there is another one in the guest room if you want to do the same and I am sure I can find some short for you to throw on. How about you stay for dinner, we are grilling tonight and well Mike makes the most amazing meat.” With that, Tom smiled at Mike, who blushed, and ran upstairs. With an offer like that how could I refuse? I made my way with them upstairs to the guest room where I found the second bath. Stripping off my sweaty clothes I prepared to get in the shower. I started by rubbing the soap first all over my chest and pits. Fuck, it felt good. My skin was still tingling from whatever was in that water. My cock was rock hard, so I almost involuntarily began a one-handed slow jack of my cock, as my other hand played with my soapy balls, and also tickled the area behind them, which naturally caused me gasp in pleasure. I began to wander and let my finger slide further right against my hole, making small circles around my hole. Involuntarily I found myself gasping lightly. Fuck, it was amazing. Lubing myself with some soap, I began playing with my hole in earnest. I was surprised with what ease my finger slid into my hole - first one, then a second, and finally a third. Forgetting my cock, I went to town on my hole, plunging my fingers in and out. I found mself struggling not to openly groan. Then - well, holy shit: a fourth finger slid into my hole. It felt amazing. Maneuvring carefully, I lay down on the floor of the tub and threw my legs up really pounding my hole. A knock on the door brought me out of my stupor. “You okay in there, neighbor?” asked Tom's somewhat muffled voice. Startled and very embarrassed about my actions I stammered out that I was fine just had a cramp and would be out in a second. Quickly washing up I dried off and wrapped a towel around my waist to go out into the main room. I looked around and my running gear was gone but nothing was there to replace it. Assuming they had laid out clothing for me somewhere, I stepped into the hallway and approached the master bedroom, looking for my hosts. While I didn't see any clothing set aside for me, nor did I see my hosts, but I did see Mike’s blue jock cast on the floor. In any event I assumed it was his. On impulse I went over grabbed it and sniffed it. Fuck that smelled great, I rubbed my face all over it breathing deep. Hearing footsteps coming from right outside the door I panicked and tucked it under my towel. It was Mike. "Oh, yeah, sorry. You need some clothing. Just grab whatever you find out of the drawers on the right. Tom’s stuff should fit you.” With those instructions, he walked back down the hall. I'm not sure why I did so, but I slipped on his used jock. It was super tight on my butt, still it felt great. Checking out Tom's drawers, I found some basketball shorts and a tank appeared to be the right size, so I pulled the clothing on and went downstairs to hang out and wait for dinner.

I remember when I was a younger boy and I used watch porn and call sex lines looking for sex. It was something that after being molested over and over again became apart of me. I have keep this to myself for a very long time, but I remember one day coming across a strait porn where the women had gotten fucked by over 300 men. They fucked here so much that she had been packed with ice and most likely they had to keep here high to tolerated such an experience. I would think of that women being me and hope one day I could make it happen. Night after night I would lay in bed jerking my cock and was hoping that I could have the taste of load after load and the feeling of cum dripping down my tight cunt. Today things have made the turn for the darker side. Ever since I was briefly introduced to the wonders and beauty of Tina I though man how would it be nice if I can make the worlds best most epic porn video of me taking on a record number of men, one after one, horny cum filled tops would slam me up get me twisted and fill my hole. I even gotten to the point that I as I watch toxxxic tube and peruse other dark sites looking to turn my fantasy into life that it would be me named biggest slut to ever traverse this earth. Yeah, your probably saying you are asking for too much or your are taking such a dangerous risk. I say How am I. I have yet to experience Tina again since January. When I talk to guy who say this is what they desire they than flake out on me and don't follow through. All of those warning I received as a kid about don't do drugs, don't do this that and the other....I say what is life if you can enjoy it to the fullest. On the outside people would say that I am not a really risky person. So I say how come I have such feelings? I've had them since forever. There was a time when one day I was walking in my neighborhood and my uncle was sitting outside his house on the porch and he that started to walk towards me. He asked me to come follow him. I knew what to expect because it was said that he molested and raped countless boys in the neighborhood. I thought maybe he is supposed to do this to me just as my hole is mean to receive cock and the liquid that flows. For months he would take me upstairs and use me and make me take his cock even though it was unwashed. So, I say all this to say. Is that my goal is to set a new world record that would be recorded in the history books even though mainstream society would frown as the statistic but horny, barebackers all over would celebrate my accomplishment by fucking the seed of man into every man that walks. So I am hoping I am headed in that right direction never to turn back.

"Look," Bryan explained, "I just want to be very clear. I'll only suck you, and your friend can fuck me. I've heard stories of HIV poz people trying to trick guys. So, don't try anything." Devon and Sam nodded. Devon was to only get sucked while Sam was to do the fucking. "No problem," Sam agreed. "This will minimize the chance of you getting anything." Devon pulled down his gym shorts, and the three of them quickly moved past the awkward conversation they just had. "Damn, that's big!" Bryan thought to himself, "too bad he's HIV positive. I'd love to take that dick some day." Bryan wasn't going to be persuaded, though, he decided. As if sensing Bryan's interest, Devon quickly placed his big cock against Bryan's lips. Bryan started sucking almost instinctively while Sam took off all of his clothes. Before long, Bryan was rock hard and continued to suck, but Devon's admission that he was HIV positive wasn't too far from his mind. Sam moved in behind Bryan, pulled down his swimsuit, and began licking Bryan's hole. Bryan nearly gasped at the incredible pleasure he had forgotten. He spent the four previous years in a relationship and his previous bf didn't like to rim. After a few moments of being eaten, and Bryan moaning while enjoying a huge mouthful of cock, Sam inserted his cock into Bryan's ass. "Mmmmm" Bryan moaned. He continued to suck on Devon's big cock, choking occasionally, as Sam begin increasing the pace in which he slid his less cock. Less thick than Devon's, but somewhat longer, it pleasured Bryan incredibly. "Can I just rub your ass with my cock? I know you want to feel it." Devon offered. Bryan thought for a moment. Despite being incredibly turned on, he replied "No man . I can't risk." "It's okay," Devon answered. "I understand. Sam can give you what you need then." Bryan went back to sucking, put in the thick head of Devon's cock back into his mouth, while Sam picked up his pace. "Fuck yeah!" Bryan said as he took a break from Devon's cock. "Fuck .. fuck." Sam continued to drill Bryan while a load was quickly building in each of them. "You like this cock don't ya?" "Mmm hmm" Bryan mumbled as he tried to suck the big cock and enjoy the long cock owning his ass. Bryan was starting to lose control. The sensations were overwhelming him. He wanted to ask for Devon to fuck him now, but resisted the desire. "I bet you want Devon's big cock in you," Sam suggested. Bryan didn't reply. He tried to ignore the thought and continued to suck hard, moan and take the occasional gasp when Sam drove it all the way in. "Don't worry. You can say it. He won't fuck you. But tell him how much you want his big poz cock in your hole right now." It was as if Bryan was now under a spell. The fresh smell of new cock in his mouth. The huge head choking him from time to time; the long cock invading his ass. He managed to mutter "Fuck yeah. I wish I had his big poz cock in me." Sam alternated between slow deliberate strokes, and quick jabs to make sure Bryan didn't forget the intense fuck he was getting. "What do you want? Sam again asked. "I want that big cock," Bryan panted. "What cock?!" Sam pressed. "I want that poz cock!" Bryan exclaimed. Devon was so turned on by the exchange, he instantly blew his load all over Bryan's face, painting him with jizz. "Good! Because you're getting MY poz cock!" Sam announced as he grabbed Bryan's waist tight and jack hammered his hole. Bryan was both extremely aroused and confused, but instinct took over and he couldn't pull away from Sam as he felt Sam's dick quickly tightening in his hole. Only seconds later, Bryan felt his cock leaking as cum involuntarily jetted out. As if choreographed, Sam unloaded at the same moment and continue to fuck his cum into Bryan as Bryan slowly came to his senses. Bryan collapsed onto the mattress, his head spinning. The best fuck of his life somehow just happened, but he was bewildered. "Wait, why did you say MY poz cock just then?" Devon and Sam were nearly dressed when Sam answered "Oh, I'm actually poz. Devon is clean. You just got stealthed, bitch." Bryan was stunned and didn't know what to say. Before he had a chance to say anything, Devon and Sam were out the door, while Bryan's hole leaked the poz load he was just given.

Before the main story, some info about me is in order. I recently turned 26 years old and have long decided that I am happy being with men more than women. Up to this point I have always played safe, but lately I have begun to have thoughts of ditching the condoms and having sex as nature intended. I was scrolling through ads on craigslist after work on a Friday and came across an ad that would change my life. The title was simple – “Seeking bottom for a wild weekend party.” I was extremely intrigued and decided I didn’t have anything to lose, except maybe my bareback virginity, and answered the ad. I sent my stats and pictures to the poster and awaited an answer. I didn’t have to wait long, as within 10 minutes I was given an address, directions and instructions. I was to wear a jockstrap and clothing I could take off easily. I needed to clean out and drive to the location which is in the middle of the woods east of town. I got ready, got in my car and made the 30-minute drive. The instructions said I would need to plan to be gone all weekend and be ready to have a good time and be ready to serve. I was nervous and excited the whole drive over. Once I arrived, I was met at the door by a younger guy (about 35 or so) who was wearing nothing but a blue armband with the number 18 on it. He directed me to strip to my jock and follow him to the “dungeon”. We walked into a room and I counted no less than 60 men standing around naked. Each with a similar armband of either blue, yellow or red with varying numbers. I saw a sling and a large screen with a random generator. I was led to the sling and locked in place by my wrists and ankles. I was lubed and told the computer would randomly choose a person by color and number. On each round I could opt to pass once and get a different draw but would be required to take the second person if I did. I was told there would be NO CONDOMS and absolutely NO PULLING OUT. Once a cock entered my hole, I would not see it out again until I had received the load of the man attached. I shivered with the realization that I was about to lose my bareback virginity, but agreed to the rules. The program began to spin through colors and numbers and I waited with anticipation watching to see who would be the first potential man to take my raw cherry. The program slowed and on the screen read: Blue 5. A man of about 45 with large muscles, sandy hair and green eyes stepped forward. He had an average cock – 7 inches long and narrow with a medium mushroom head. I was asked if I would like to pass, but decided to take this man. He walked to my ass and sank his cock into me in one swift stroke. This brought a moan from him and caused me to grit my teeth and cry out at the sudden invasion. He began to pound away at my ass and continued varying his stroke depth and speed for a long time until I could tell he was getting close. His breath changed and he gripped my thighs. He growled and shouted – “Take my hot poz load bitch!” I paled at what I had just heard and tried to swing myself off his cock to no avail. He pumped what felt like a gallon of acrid jizz up my hole. I freaked out for a moment realizing what had just happened. Then as he pulled out of my ass, I realized I had signed up to lose my bareback virginity and began to accept the fact that I knew there may be poz loads involved. Too late now anyway, guess only time would tell what happened from that load. The host asked if I was ready for another spin of the 'wheel'. I nodded, realizing this would be one VERY long weekend. To be continued…?

My husband and I were recently on vacation. Now, I am usually all top, but hey, it was vacation, right? My husband considers himself a top as well, but the past five years or so, well, I just don't like getting fucked like I used to. We are both early 50's. When traveling, we have a history of going out to a bath house or sauna, but with the advent of so many meet-up apps, it seems some places are sparsely used nowadays, so we planned our own scenario to have fun while we were there. Usually I am the pig wanting to go to theses places, while he is usually somewhat uptight, so having a game plan was smart. On this particular trip our plan was as follows: I would get the cabin, stripped, face down on the bed. He'd cruise by, see me ass up, come in, fuck me 'anonymously', and then leave. He'd get to fuck my ass, which I am never into like I used to be. I'd get off on role playing, a situation I have read about on here a million times. We paid our money, renting a room and a locker. He took the locker while I found the room and stripped down. We met-up in the shower to rinse off and then together checked-out 'the lay of the land'. There were a few hallways of cabins, a sauna, a steam room, a porn room, and a dark room type area with maze-like partitions set up, some of which had glory holes. As far as the 'crowd' - there were three older dudes stroking their softies in the porn room, only one of whom looked up when we poked in our heads. In the halls we passed a little dude, maybe late 30's, shaved head, furry chest. He has an ass for days and was just the kind of man I liked most to fuck. My dick jumped hard and fast when he passed, a smirk on his lips. I thought to myself that I'd fix that smirk when he is stuffed with my big cock! But we have a plan . . . We pass a dark haired, 30 something muscle boy with a porn star bulge under his towel. He blows past us without a glance like we are not even there. No surprise, but thanks for the eye candy. A lot of the cabin doors are closed. One is open with a hot older guy with absolutely no body fat in there. He's set the place up with all his things 'just so' . . . like he's there every day. The whole situation has me leaking like crazy. The smell. The men. The noises coming from unspecified places. We decide to get right to our plan. My spouse goes off to wait a few. I go back to the cabin. I hang up my towel, work a lubed finger up my hole just to ease things along, then open the door and lie face down on the bed, ass up towards the door and head in the tiny pillow like thing. And I wait . . . like two minutes of course. I sense my husband's presence at the door, by either his warmth or his breathing, I don't know which. I am keeping my head down not looking because that's part of the fun. The door squeaks and I hear it latch closed. Hell yes! I squeeze my eyes tight and imagine this fantasy of having a completely anonymous stranger coming to fuck my ass. He's on the bed behind me. I flex my ass. He has one of my ass cheeks in his hand. With his other he fingers my hole. I'm surprised he doesn't lick it. He loves to, but I have never been a fan of having my ass eaten. After so long together, my preferences are natural to him. So I am up on my knees, like he prefers, with my face down in the pillow. I feel his dick at my hole. Teasing me. Getting me psyched. Smearing his pre cum on it. Fuck! It has been a long time since I took a dick, and in this position it won't be easy. I try to relax my ass. I think of the roleplay - me face down, taking raw anon dick in a bath house. Breathe deep. It slips in. Aw fuck. That's the hard part. Now slowly pushing pushing, I feel it sliding into me. Oh fuck it has been so long that it feels enormous. My husband has a perfectly fine cock, average size and length. This time though I am thinking of a banana. Smaller at the tip, with a wide swelling at the middle. His body touches mine, and I know he is all the way in. Damn, I feel so full. He's into it too. It's like I can feel his precum lubing a slippery spot deep inside me. He slowly works it out some. And back in again. Back out. Back in. I can feel it getting slicker inside. He pulls out slow all the way, and then teases it again spreading precum on the outside. He must be very turned on by this too - my husband rarely precums like this! I'm crazy turned on too. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to imagine it is anyone . . anyone but him. Getting lost in the thought, I focus on the feeling of the dick sliding in and out of me. I think of having a stranger's dick inside my body. I imagine this perfect banana-shaped cock sliding in and out of my hole, which is relaxed finally but still tight from lack of use. He builds up a rhythm long dicking me and holding my hips for leverage. I'm moaning low with each stroke and feeling like I have never before, as if he's driving deep enough to tease my 'second ring'. The image of having his dick head getting past that point inside me, and squirting his load up there has me beyond excited. I have never cum without touching myself. Unlike my husband, I am a huge precummer. How much precum must be hanging off my throbbing hard dick? I ache for the feel of the slimy pool I know is there under me. I know I could cum that way, into the mattress. Like he reads my mind, he pushes me down, off my knees, flat onto the bed. UNF his dick is so damn deep inside me. The cold spot of slippery I made on the sheet feels great on my dick. No running now. I am caught between the bed and his thrusts. My arms are crossed over my head which is turned sideways, being face down. My eyes are still closed enjoying the feeling, and the fantasy. In repositioning, he stretches out my arms above me, his on top on them. Its like he's pinning me down. Holding my entire body. He smells like musk and sex, and feels unfamiliar, bigger, harder. I peek and eye open and there on top of my arm is his forearm . . . muscular . . . smooth . . . no hair at all . . . his hand clenched around my wrist . . . THAT'S NOT MY HUSBAND. I stare a second, unbelieving. HOLY FUCK WHO IS THIS? IT MUST BE THE MUSCLE BOY and me with his raw dick buried deep in my ass and moaning like a BITCH IN HEAT. FUCK! My mind is spinning. His breath is in my ear as he slides in and out and in and out. This isn't news to him. But my head is all "WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO?!!" DO I push him off? Do I ask him to stop? Will it piss him off? I am thinking of these things swirling around my head in a maelstrom of thoughts mixed up with feeling his body on mine. Smelling his ever so slight underarm funk, picturing his ACTUAL banana shaped dick inside me. HOLY FUCK I really should stop this! I realize I am pushing back with my ass. It's like I'm using my ass walls to stroke him off. It's like something inside of me wants his cum and it wants it DEEP, deep inside the second ring which he is, in fact piercing. OH man He's breathing hard into my neck and I start feeling the pulse. His dick twitching in my ass. I feel the hot. I feel the wet. I feel it deep. Too late now. Fuck fuck fuck this muscle dude STRANGER is ejaculating his thirty-something nutt inside my gut. With his tiny post fuck softening movements inside me I can feel the load churning. His whole body un-tenses. He pulls out deliberately. I stay face down, and breathe out a huge sigh. Damn. I don't know if I came came or if that's all precum under me. He's out the door in a flash. Not a word. I've made a mess between me and the mattress, and my dick is hard to touch. FUCK! Where's my husband?! I jump up, wrap a towel around. My dick is softening fast and in a semi-chub state looks just like one getting hard. I go off looking. There he is, at the entrance to the still-deserted sex maze. "Where the hell have you been?!" he asks angrily. "I've been waiting almost twenty minutes and forgot which cabin was ours." I fibbed to him - the muscle god had stepped in our cabin, closed the door, and tried to blow me. My spouse knows I dislike getting blown because I have a big dick and most guys try to choke on it. So my spouse understood why I tried, and was mollified thinking I did not have a good time. Turns out he'd gone to his locker to wait a few minutes before finding me as per our 'plan', and he'd gotten distracted checking his email! Asked if he wanted to pick up where we left off, he said no, the mood was gone. "Let's just split asap, " he said. So I went back to the cabin FUCK reeking of the recent sex. My big messy spot on the sheets showed me that I did not just dream what happened. That and the big muscle god load in my ass. Aw fuck I can clench and feel it, his babies inside me. No time to clean or eliminate because the spouse really wants to get out of here. I get dressed and plan to carry it around the rest of our day sightseeing.

Making My New Son * * * * * I dreamed this last night and had to get it down. I thought it was so hot, I actual shot a load in bed. I am still working on the final part of War Brothers, but wanted to get this done before I forgot it. * * * * * "Come on guys grab the fucker and hold him down. He's a strong fucker." I bellow out as the man I have selected to become my new son struggles to get free. My selections name is Aaron Blackman and he is the quarterback at the local high school. Since I am the assistant football coach at the school it was easy to stalk him. I have admired him not only on the field, but in the locker-room. He has a magnificent body and a cock and set of balls that would make a bull blush. I knew I had to have him the first time I saw his low hanging nuts swinging between his naked hairy legs. I knew what I wanted, but it wasn't easy finding it that is why when I saw Aaron I knew he was the one… well actually my cock knew before I did, but still. While Aaron may have been a young physical master piece with gorgeous blue eyes, he was academically dumb as a stump which was ok since I wasn't interested in his mind. Any way I knew this buck wasn't going to go down without a fight. Even with the four of us he was almost more than we could handle. But, finally we got the cuffs on his wrists and the ties around his ankles. We took a rest and enjoyed watching my beautiful new son struggle and try to break free. I considered drugging him, putting him out. But that wouldn't provide the experience that I wanted and I wanted him to have. Instead he would be drugged with Tina to help bring out his inner whore. That is the nice thing about Tina. Every man has an inner whore even when he keeps it under lock and key, but Tina can find it and help bring it out. Even this stud. After resting for a bit, we picked him up and carried him inside. Now we know he was going to scream, but as we were out in the middle of nowhere we are not concerned about him attracting attention, but it looked like it might rain and we didn't want him getting wet - at least not by rain. Once inside we placed him on a large rubber mat on the floor, unhooked his wrists and stretched them out to his left and right, re-attaching this wrists to loops in the concrete floor. Of course he tried to free himself, but with the four of us there to control him, and his legs still bound, we were more than a match for him. Once we had his arms secured we did the same with his feet, securing each one to a steel ring embedded in the floor. He was now spread out wide and certainly not going any where. Naturally he was also screaming, calling us names and threatening to kill us when he got free, but, that is to be expected and soon his tune would soon change. Then we cut his clothing off of him. Part of me was sorry we had to do this, as his clothing was very high end and quite nice, but it was part of his training. As we cut off each article of his clothing we showed it to him, and tossed it in a drum in which a fire was burning. "Why the fuck did you do that, those clothes were brand new and cost $400. You fuckers." Aaron screamed. "Oh, look guys. This stupid whore, who is about to be raped and turned in to our pet whore, is worried about his fucking clothes! Stupid fucker" I laughed loudly. The other guys joined in laughing. It took Aaron a minute for his brain to register what I had just said. His eyes grew wide and then he began to thrash about, trying to get away. "No - please don't rape me. Please I'm straight. I like girls. Please don't. I am so sorry. Come on guys I want to have kids, a family!" Aaron pleaded. "Oh, baby I've been looking for a stud like you for ages. You're going to become my son. You will love me. You will love your brothers, also. You will encourage us to use your body. You will take our cocks, cum, piss - and you will beg for it. You will be an obedient boy, and in return you will want for nothing" I said as we began to strip off our clothing. "NOOOOOO!!!!" Aaron screamed, but he also began to look over our bodies, one guy after the next. "What… What… are those scars?" Aaron asked in a shaky, but still angry voice. "Oh, you see all of these are my boys and all of them have been where you are now. They all started hot straight studs. Those scars are a sign of my personal adoption process. Well, that and…" I trailed off. "My god, that's unreal," Aaron said. "Aaron I want to be honest with you son" I started to say. "I am not your fucking son you sick faggot pervert and you are not my dad… fucker!" Aaron screamed. "As I was saying, you will not leave this place as you are. When you leave here you will be my son, I will be your new father, and these boys your new brothers. All of my boys here were once pussy-fucking straight boys, but, now they are full fledged homos. You will not leave here neg, either" I said. "You were all straight?" Aaron asked in disbelief. "Yep" my sons replied in unison. "Wait. Neg? What do you mean by neg?" Aaron asked. "You will not only be trained to love cock, cum, and piss, you will learn to love the feel of the male body as well as all of its flavors and treasures. Each of us is going to give you our baby or AIDS baby. As part of your adoption process to become a member of our family, you will be given HIV from each of us. You will from then on carry a part of us inside of you for however long you live. To put it another way, we are going to impregnate you with our AIDS babies" I explained. Aaron resumed screaming and thrashing, but to no end. It was pointless. He couldn't free himself - unless, of course, he chewed off his arms and legs. I pulled a small bag out of my pants' pocket. In the bag were several shards of crystal meth. I picked a nice large one, closed-up the bag and tucked it back in my pants' pocket. Walking between Aarons' legs and kneeling down, I looked him in the eyes. Seeing the panic in those eyes, I reached down and pressed the shard of crystal meth up into his asshole. I could feel him tighten his hole, hoping to keep me out, but I just pressed harder, until finally the pain caused him to flinch and in the meth popped. I made sure to push it in as deeply as I could, then stood-up, and smiled down at him. "Let's give him ten minutes and then we can start the party" I said to my sons. "What… What was that?" Aaron asked, his young, firm studly, body shaking. "That was hard drugs, baby. Tina. A booty bump. Crystal meth. It's going to help free your inner cock whore. It's will help you sail in to the wonderful world of faggot AIDS whore. It will help you become my son." I said, still smiling. I could see Aaron working his ass muscles, trying to push it out, but it was in too deep, and because of its crystalline texture wasn't moving. Finally he gave-up and started to sob. We stood around, stroking our cocks and saying dirty, nasty things about the boy on the floor. Out of curiosity I reached down, picked-up his wallet and looked in side. There were fifty dollars, and condom which naturally I threw in the fire drum. "You won't be needing that any more" I said. His wallet also contained his drivers' license, school ID card, a picture of (I suppose to be) his parents and two younger brothers. I put everything but his driver's license back in to his wallet. Well, that and the condom which, I'm sure, was completely consumed by this time. I looked at his driver's license and noticed he turned 18 three days ago. I put the wallet down so that when everything is done I could return it to him. We are here to rape him. To turn in to a faggot. To make him my son and give him our AIDS babies - not rob him. I could see that he was growing more hyper. His eyes were darting around, his breathing quicker. I reached down and felt his chest: it was defiantly hot. I knew the Tina was working. Taking hold of his beautiful cock, I gave it a couple of strokes. His body tensed-up and he groaned. "No, no, no. Don't, don't, don’t" He babbled. "Ok, we can begin. Mark and John - bring in the boys." I said to two of my sons. They in turn headed out the back door, returning holding the nine Doberman pinschers on leashes. A Aaron stared at the dogs. Kneeling by his head I said "Don't worry. This will almost certainly hurt like fuck at first, but then you will feel pleasure like you never thought possible, certainly much more pleasure than any woman's cunt could afford. Oh, and don't worry. The dogs may hurt you, but they have been well trained and will only go so far. Go ahead. Panic and scream, if you like. But, when you feel that pleasure of which I've told you, I want you to sing out with joy. Sing for me, son" I said and then stood-up, everyone moving away from Aaron. "Boys, TEAR!" I said. Mark and John released the leashes. The dogs rushed to Aaron and started nipping his body all over, his neck, head, face, groin and ass crack excepted. We stood by and watched, as Aaron screamed out in pain, the dogs nipping and pulling on his skin, causing small bloody wounds all over his body. I moved in between Aaron's legs and released them, positioned them on my shoulders, aligned my hard cock with his hole and slammed into him. He screamed even a bit louder as I raped his virginal hole, and the dogs worried his body. The wounds the dogs were causing were not deep. They would leave scars just as they did for my other boys. They would bleed and hurt a bit, at least until Aaron was utterly distracted my cock and the Tina booty bump. I slammed in and out of Aaron's hole. I could feel it tear and bleed. As I continued to rape my new boy, my older sons formed a circle around Aaron and begin to jack their cocks. After about 15 minutes, per their training, the dogs moved away from Aaron and lay down. I looked over and saw their dog cocks were rigid: they always got horny tearing into my new sons. Guess the dogs got off on the scene as much as my sons and I did. One by one my boys blew their loads, spraying their AIDS come on to Aaron's body, covering the bloody wounds with their poison seed. Once each had shot his load onto Aaron, they all knelt down and started to rub the cum into his wounds. Aaron was shaking hard: his mouth was moving but nothing was coming out. His cock was rock hard and dripping precum. The pain was apparently turning to pleasure, particularly when my cock hit his prostate. Of course the Tina continued to course through his body. My boy's 'inner faggot whore' was coming out. Soon he would loose control and truly become my son; a new member of the family born complete with a new crop of HIV to further the mission. I picked up my pace and really started slamming into his guts. He began to babble quite vocally: the Tina was in full effect and to make sure that Aaron was flying high John placed a bottle of poppers under Aaron's nostril. Inhaling the fumes, Aaron moaned out loudly and deeply, his muscled stud body beginning to shake and tremble. "F…F…Fu…FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OH GOD PLEASE FUCK ME!" Aaron wailed. I smiled down at my boy, my son and admiring his wounds, the blood and cum coating his young firm body. I could feel my nuts boiling, and knew I would soon shoot into his guts. Sure enough, a few deep hard thrusts later I blew, sending my poz cum deep in to his ass. I pulled out and stood, admiring my blood-shit-mucus coated cock. John stepped in behind me and slammed into Aaron's hole. "Oh, fuck bro, your hole is some beautiful, so warm, so wet, so perfect" John whispered to his new brother. Soon John shuddered and pumped another load of poz cum into Aaron. "Oh, fuck me fuck me bro. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me" Aaron begged over and over as he lost control. His mind on fire, the pain turning to pleasure, the cock in his ass the source of bliss, not pain. His mind broke and crumbled as Aaron's inner whore was set free and took control over the hot jock. I watched with great pleasure as Aaron's body went rigid, his cock swelling ever harder, spurting forth cum like a lawn sprinkler. "Oh, god whore me, whore my faggot ass, whore me, whore me, whore me. Give me your AIDS babies; please give me your cum!" Aaron bellowed as his nuts unloaded a second and then a third time. Over the next five minutes Aaron had four orgasms. By the time he came down off the last orgasm he was utterly incoherent. Over the next two days we gang fucked Aaron. We kept his wounds bleeding and we kept coating his body with our poz cum. We knew he would almost certainly convert. We knew our new family member would soon be one of us, would soon be carrying our AIDS babies inside of his body for the rest of his life, combining with his own DNA to make a new strain of baby, one that he would one day pass onto a new brother, a new family member. To his credit, Aaron begged for our cocks and cum the entire time. Of course we kept him drugged on Tina and poppers to keep his mind broken and in faggot whore mode. By the time the two days were over, Aaron's body was covered in a thick layer of AIDS Cum and blood. We left him to clean ourselves. When we came back he was sound asleep. We have watched and knew that during those two days Aaron had cum over four dozen times, his own nuts long ago drained half, so most of his orgasms were dry and intense, his nuts trying so hard to shoot something - anything, no no avail. Now we would just have to wait and see if he had become the faggot whore we wanted or if he would need another session - in a week or so. We waited, lovingly looking after him, our brother and son. As soon as he was strong enough I offered him my cock. He looked at it, looked at me. Our eyes locked as he opened his mouth, sucking me down his throat. He worked my cock and I could tell he was desperate for my seed. I quickly gave it too him. He greedily swallows it. As he cleaned my cock I made an offer to him: "Aaron honey, are you up for some cock in your pussy? Some of the boys haven't had a chance to get off inside of you yet. They were here for your adoption, but didn't get a chance to breed you. Can you take care of them for me? There are nine of them." He looked at me, lust in his eyes. "You want me to do the dogs don't you? Please tell me you want me to do the dogs" Aaron pleaded. "Sure, baby. I want you to take care of the dogs. All nine of them. After all, they helped make you a whore and now they want to feed you their doggy sperm. Want it?" I asked. "Oh, god yes. I want cock Dad. Lots of cock." I brought the dogs in on leashes, locked the doors to the room, and released Aaron from the floor. Instead of trying to make a run for it, he crawled over to the group of dogs, presenting his pussy to them. One by one they mounted him and bred him. As the first dog's knot swelled, sealing his cunt Aaron shuddered, spewing a load of clear juice onto the floor under himself. By the time the ninth dog was done Aaron's hole had dog sperm shooting out of it like a waterfall in Yosemite, with a large puddle of clear juice under his body, a puddle the dogs had induced him to shoot. I decided then that it was time for the ultimate test. I unlocked the doors, throwing a pile of clothing at Aaron. He dressed and walked over to the exit. "Why don't you want me any more? Did I do something wrong?" Aaron asked looking at the door and then back at me. "No baby, you did nothing wrong. I want you forever. You’re my son. A member of my family now and forever, but, now you have to choose. Do you stay or go. The choice is yours" I said. Aaron opened the door and walked out. I waited, but he didn't come back. Looking out the door I could see him running down the road. I sat down and waited for the cops. Three hours later I hear a car coming up the road. I went outside to see Aaron pulling up in his car. He got out, he retrieved a suite case from the trunk. "I told my parents I was moving out. I… couldn't tell them it was because I was going to be a faggot whore. I told them I had joined the army. In a few months I want you to send a letter telling them I was killed. You are my father now, they are my brothers" Aaron said, pointing to my other boys standing in the doorway of barn. "That is, if you still want me" Aaron asked, his voice trailing off. I walked over to him, wrapped my arms around him and kissed him with love and passion. Aaron was with us for about three months when he got very sick. He wss weak, throwing up, muscle aches and a high fever. He asked me to take him to the doctor, but I knew what the malady was, as did his brothers. I sat down on the bed next to him, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a damp towel. "There is no need for you to see a doctor, son. What this means is that our AIDS baby is growing inside of your body. You adoption is complete; you are one of us in body, mind and soul. You have the fuck flu, which is the sign your body has been infected with with HIV. Now your body will start combining our babies with your DNA making a new strain of babies. That strain you will one day pass onto a new brother, but, for now just rest. We will take care of you" I said as I kissed my pregnant son on the forehead. Tears of joy swelled-up in Aaron's eyes. He whispered into my ear that he needed cock; I smiled at him, pulled the covers from his sweat-soaked, aching body. His brothers and I made love to his sick, weak, aching body. Aaron moaned out in bliss, groaning in his weakness and sickness, but he still managed to hump and pump, bringing us off inside of his feverish body. We made love to him every night from then on. Aaron turned out to be a very talented whore. He not only likes male, he lives it, craves it and is always willing to pleasure it, human or animal. On his first anniversary of becoming my son, we wrote a letter to his parents. At first Aaron assumed we would tell his family he had been killed in combat. He was surprised when we told them the truth, that he had become a faggot whore, and was infected with HIV. How much he loved cock and even having sex with animals. How he knows his choice was right and how liberating. That he was finally free to be the male God made him to be, and how enjoyable sex is without condoms or worrying about AIDS. The letter continues, explaining about his pregnancy and how he has given them their first grandchild. It explained to them how the whole male-to-male HIV-to-HIV pregnancy thing comes about, and how he enjoyed being pregnant. He smiled at me, knowing the tone of the letter was correct. He signed it, and selected a few photographs of his sexual sexual activities to include in the envelope. He chose one depicting his body covered with bloody cum covered sores from his adoption. One where he was on his hands and knees, a a large Doberman pinscher hung up in his cunt. Another showing what I knew to be dog cum running from his stretched-out, gaping pussy. Another showed him him sucking off his brothers and finally one of him drinking piss sprayed fresh from his own cock as he lay on his back, glistening in golden showers. A wicked smile crossed his face as he chose the last picture. He wouldn't let me see it, but wrote on it with a black marker, and then handed it to me with a smile. I take the photo from him and look at it, then at him and then smile and lean over and kiss him. It is a photograph of a load of his cum that we taken a few days before. Written in one corner was the inscription "Your AIDS grandchild, one year old. With love, your grandson."

For my 18th birthday my parents gave me a trip to San Francisco to visit my older brother. It would be a low-cost trip with frequent flyer miles and my brother’s car providing transportation and his couch providing lodging. Perhaps being a good student and respectful son was its own reward. I was psyched! I was also gay and still in the closet…and still negative. My experiences were limited to a few oral explorations with a buzzed buddy and I was dying to do more! The other issue was I was still in high school and that rather limited my options. My spring break birthday trip was going to get me laid I decided. Being from the suburbs of a Midwestern town, going to San Francisco seemed like going to gay Mecca! As it turned out, my pozzing took place the first day of my 4 day trip. My brother Matt picked me up at SFO at 10:30 am on Thursday. He drove me back to his apartment near the Tenderloin and we had a birthday lunch before he went back to work. I was on my own to explore the city so naturally I hopped on the historic “F” line to the Castro. My youth and 5’-10” frame, slim build and short brown hair seemed to catch a few eyes. I am certain that I looked like a tourist with my gawking at the stores and the men, as well. I literally ran into a man who was exiting the Walgreen’s! I immediately apologized and was very flustered before I caught a glimpse of him. Holy Fuck! A muscle daddy!!! “In a hurry to pick someone up?” he laughed. This put me at ease and I introduced myself. “Pleased to meet you, Timmy! My name is John and I am just about to meet my partner Max for coffee—care to join us?” “Heck yes” was my reply. We sat outside sipping our lattes and discussed my birthday trip and which things a tourist should see and do before the conversation turned to sex by way of me asking about their relationship. These bearded, hairy men were in their 40’s, had been together 8 years and were actively involved with the leather scene. I felt so at ease with them that I talked all about my sexual interests and my desire to lose my virginity in San Francisco. Since my brother’s place was out, they suggested bathhouse options although that seemed a bit too anonymous and intimidating to me. Max suggested that I find some leather daddies who could host and John said that was a wonderful idea! I blushed and stammered a bit. John put his hand over mine and said that it would be their honor to take my virginity as I looked him in the eyes. Max touched my arm and said they could teach me many things and I would be free to explore in a safe environment. How could I say no? Their rather nondescript but clean home was only a 10 minute drive from the Castro. Max took me by the hand after they both had kissed me long and deep and lead me to their bathroom. He took out an odd torpedo shaped tube from under the sink and explained that being cleaned out was important so I could be relaxed and confident about getting fucked. He wiped it down with a bleachy cloth and then rinsed it well explaining the importance of keeping sex toy and sex objects disinfected. I appreciated his knowledge on the subject. When I was squeaky clean, I joined them in their bedroom. They made a point of having me undress each one carefully. I was taught to carefully fold their clothes and show the proper respect by kneeling when removing their boots and socks—followed by kissing their feet, of course! I loved it. They were both daddy-like to my young eyes. John was the bigger and beefier of the two—about 220, 6’-2”, hairy and a large uncut dick. Max was closer to my height at 5’-11”, 195, hairy and a smaller cut dick—but still quite nice. I said they both had nice trouser snakes and they both laughed. John said that I was very observant but perhaps I should look at their biceps. John had what looked like a hooded cobra snake tattoo while Max had another type—a viper I was told. The tattoos were fucking hot! Max said the snakes were their dick nicknames and both snakes liked to inject venom just like their dicks. HOT!! Max said before we start, we should talk about safer sex. He asked what I knew about it and what my comfort levels were. I told him that I knew one should wrap it before fucking. Max gave a little speech about risk. “Life is all about risk just as much as sex. Whether one wears a motorcycle helmet or not is much like whether one wore a rubber—it was a matter of personal responsibility. The only 100% safe sex was masturbation by one’s self and from there it was a sliding scale. For example, you can get crabs from hugging a guy naked. You could wrap it up for oral, although most don’t and it isn’t high risk for HIV assuming good oral health and a man doesn’t cum in your mouth. Two negative men can fuck without rubbers all day long and not transmit HIV, but one needs to be certain of one’s status and the other man’s as well—keeping in mind that there is a window between exposure and testing positive.” Max went on a bit more and then asked if I had any questions. I asked who was going to fuck me first. The guys laughed again and John said with a wink that they had played rock-paper-scissors to decide. Max laughed again and said his viper was smaller that John’s cobra so he would do the honors. I was ready! John lay on his back and told me to climb on top chest to chest. His powerful arms surrounded me, holding me, stroking my skin, tussling my hair while he kissed me deep. Max got behind me and started to probe my ass with his very talented tongue. I groaned into John’s mouth. “He has a magic tongue, doesn’t he? John asked. “You are going to love his viper!” All three of us had foreplay over the next 30 minutes. Both of my daddies seemed to want to learn what made me tick and what I responded to. I managed to deep throat Max, but John was a bit more than I could handle. Worshipping his foreskin was new to me and I loved sticking my tongue under his hood and lick up his free flowing precum. When Max had me opened up with his slick fingers it was time to give my cherry to him—I was so ready! Max suggested a spooning position or doggy so I would be able to control it a bit easier. He wrapped up and I got on all 4’s. This allowed me to suck on John who was kneeling at the front of the bed facing my deflowering. It also gave easy access to my nipples and I found that I loved having them worked on. By pushing out while Max pushed in, I was able to get his head in—barely! Despite his best efforts Max was losing his boner. “I need a break” Max sighed. I thought I had done something wrong but when I looked up at John he shook his head and said “we fuck each other bareback and we are so used to it that condoms can be a major headache for us.” Max was jacking his dick next to my hole and it was making this hot smacking sound. John was milking my nipples while Max was nudging against me. John asked “How about Max just slide in a bit so you know how it feels? He won’t shoot in you without your permission.” I wasn’t saying anything but I was super turned on. “Suck me while Max slides his viper in” John urged. “Mmmm-k” I said and the first dick of my life slowly inched its way inside me. I just worked on John’s foreskin while Max filled me up. I was too focused on my ass to do more with John right then. Max had done a good job of stretching me with his fingers so it didn’t hurt too badly. Mostly I felt full. I could feel that Max was in as far as he could go—his nuts felt heavy against my skin. “Fuck you guys look good!” John exclaimed. “Pull out a little so I can see your viper.” Max pulled back but soon pushed back in. The process repeated itself—Max wasn’t just sliding in to let me know what it felt like—he was fucking me! John was still facing me, dick in my mouth and kneeling so he could see my breeding and kiss his partner. “Fuck our boy, Max” John commanded. “That’s it! Give him what he came for. Make your viper angry so it spits!” Max built up the tempo and I just rode the feeling and let him have his way with me. John’s hot talk made it even better. “Fuck is he tight and griping me …shit, his hole is milking me” Max groaned. “I’m not going to be able to hold off much longer.” John pulled out of my mouth and scootched down to deep kiss me. “Timmy, I want to see you take Max—take it all from him. You are so sexy! It would make me so happy to have Max share his seed with you.” John started twisting my nipples in time with the fucking. “That viper wants to spit—deep in you. Tell Max what you want. Do this for us!” I was moaning really loud and wasn’t thinking about the safe sex lecture—I was thinking about the sensations and pleasing Max. “Fuck me, Max!” I begged. “You want my seed? You want my viper to inject its venom inside you?” Max asked. I just moaned and then said “do it.” “Do what?? Max asked again. “Fuck me! Give me your viper’s venom!” I cried. Max grip tightened like a vise and he started rutting for all he was worth. John was back to kneeling and watching my first poz breeding. I could hear them kissing and moaning then Max hissed that he was cumming. “Take my cum! Take my fucking venom! I am breeding you Timmy! Your ass is mine!” I felt Max ram in as far as he could go and then felt this frantic throbbing and heat within me. I could feel his sweat as he hugged my chest and I held us both up while Max made sure I got all of his DNA injected. "Happy birthday, baby" Max whispered. We remained coupled for a few minutes until Max finally shrunk enough that he slid out of me. “Keep my spunk in you, Timmy. John is going to need it.” Matt explained. Maxed kissed me over and over as he thanked me and praised me for my natural talents and beauty. I lapped it up like a puppy. I then lapped up his dick because he explained that is what a good boy did—it was delicious! Max excused himself for a few minutes and John made his move. “Ready for my cobra, Timmy?” “Fuck, yes!” I agreed most enthusiastically. John wanted to bind ourselves in the missionary position. He got between my legs and hoisted them back lifting my ass off the bed and in position. No discussion about condoms were made, John lined up and pushed. I felt my eyes flutter closed as his thickness spread my hole wider than Max could. I concentrated on the sensation until I felt John bottom out. The look on John’s face was so intense! It was like he was concentrating on a complex riddle and seeing right through me at the same time. His tongue found mine while my legs and arms locked around him. It felt so right! “I am so hot for you, baby. Your ass is so tight and slick with Max’s cum—I am going to add my own to his so that you can be bonded to me.” John murmured. I just groaned and whimpered and gave myself wholeheartedly. Max came in to see his partner join in my infection. John was a masterful top. I didn’t have a gauge to compare his talents except Max’s fuck, but looking back, he was a man’s man. John possessed me. It felt like my whole life had been waiting for this moment—the time that may ass would receive a game changing fuck. I felt enveloped by John’s presence and connected to him in the most instinctive way through his fucking. The feeling was so intense that tears leaked out. I called John’s name and sniffled a bit as I was so lost to him. “Shhhhhhhh. You are ok, baby. You are mine.” John comforted. Max rubbed his hands over us and urged John to breed me. The pace then picked up like a jackhammer. There was no way John could last long, and I didn’t know how much longer I could take it. I begged him to give me his seed. I told him I wanted his cobra’s venom and John obliged. “Here it is, boy! Here is your special birthday gift! I am fucking injecting my venom in you! His eyes glazed over and then shut as he screamed out his pleasure. I held him as tight as I could as he jerked and cried out. John again recapped what he had done, what we had done, and spoke sweet nothings that made me so proud! I held John for the longest time and Max snuggled against the both of us. When John finally popped out of me Max told me to lie on top of him face to face. He kissed me—deep soul sucking kisses that left me dizzy and dripping wet. Max asked if I was ready to lose my virginity. I looked at Max with a quizzical expression and Max just laughed and said “your other virginity!” as he started to position me between his legs. “I took the liberty of getting ready to get fucked while you started with John. Since I am the first man to take your ass, I’d love to be the first man YOU fuck!” Max beamed. John lubed my uncovered dick and smeared some against Max. I fumbled trying to get in but Max was patient and he guided me. It was an incredible sensation—a tightness gripping my head followed by an elastic warmth that sent shivers down my spine, I did my best to follow my mentors’ example and I fucked Max as good as I could. My first fuck didn’t last long, but it was mighty fine! Max seemed to genuinely enjoy my fucking and John was husky as he told me to breed his partner. It was so hot to look down on Max’s hairy body and encouraging face. When Max told me how much he wanted my fresh spunk and kissed me again, I just lost it! Spurt after spurt shot out of me and waves of pleasure made me giddy. I collapsed into Max’s arms. After a rest break, each of us got off one more time. I thanked them both for giving me the birthday present I had really wanted. They both said the pleasure was all theirs. John asked me to hold their seed in me as long as I could so I would be reminded that they were in me now. He also said he hoped losing my virginity had been a positive experience for me and I told them again that I couldn’t thank them enough for what they had done for me. “Our snakes thank you, too” chimed Max. We all laughed at that. They both drove me back to the neighborhood I was staying in and kissed me goodbye. Despite their offer to meet up for coffee again any morning around 10:30, I never did. I got so busy with sightseeing and hanging out with my brother that it just wasn’t doable. I left San Francisco feeling a great deal more sex savvy and ready to spread my oats back in my neck of the woods. I came down with a bad case of the flu a few weeks before graduation but was recovered in time to receive my diploma. At a quick test clinic held by my university the following fall, I learned that my cobra and viper lovers had indeed injected me with venom and I now had a venomous snake of my own!

Good evening! A poz top on BBRT wants to fuck me and give me his unmedicated poz cum and make me poz. I have a real desire to do this ASAP! Any thoughts on this?

Was thinking about heading to GC for a week in July until someone said it was low season. Instead I've decided to do a long weekend some place to fit in as much cock as possible. Where would be best for say Friday through to a Tuesday. My fav kinda places are cruise clubs / dark rooms and sauna's. Was thinking either Berlin, Barcelona or Benidorm, any ideas of where I'm more likley to get BB cock. Love the idea of going to a naked night in a cruise bar, and just bending over in a dark room and getting bred or sitting my ass in a sling and just letting anyone use it.

Friday the 13th, Part 4 I wasn’t sure how long I had been passed out, but when I opened my eyes, I could see that it was now light out, and I was surprised to see that there were 4 more guys in the room, in addition to Tony and Ray and I. I’ve done G quite a few times, and I know that the effects can vary widely, depending on it’s purity, the dosage, and whether I’m twacked on Tina. This time, it had really knocked me out, figuratively and literally. “Hey, there he is,” Ray exclaimed. “Welcome back !” I was still feeling pretty out of it, but Ray handed me a bubbler pipe and a torch, telling me, “Here’s what you need.” And, he was right. I took a hit and instantly felt a lot better, so I took several more. While I was blowing clouds, Ray filled me in on the 4 new guys he had found while checking out one of his favorite hook-up sites. Of the 4 men, 2 were in full leather. They looked like they were about 40 years old, of average build, and both sporting facial hair. Ray gestured toward the other 2 guys, and he told me that they were father and son. Ray saw the surprised look on my face, and he must have known what I was thinking. He said that the boy just looked young for his age, which he definitely did. Ray said “Don’t worry. He’s legal. I made him show me his drivers license. Okay. Now, both Dad and his son were completely stripped down, and I noticed that the boy kept eying the 2 leather men. I walked over to the boy and handed him the bubbler pipe which he expertly fired up and blew out several clouds. He said, “That’s what I really want to get,” indicating the bare assed chaps that I was wearing. I tilted my head toward the 2 leather men, and I said, “How about those guys ?” The boy rolled his eyes and said, “Oh, hell yeh !” I asked him if he had ever been fucked in a sling, and he said, “Not yet.” So, I told him, “Then, come on. Let’s check it out.” After I showed the boy how to get in the sling. so that his butt was in exactly the right position for fucking, and his legs were up in the air and his feet were in the stirrups, Tony asked him if he had ever been slammed. The boy said, “No,” and Tony said, “Hang on. I’ll be right back.” When the boy saw the syringe, he said, “Oh, I hate needles.” Tony told him, “I promise you’ll like this one. Just close your eyes and relax.” I tied off his upper arm, and waited for him to relax enough that a vein started to bulge. I swabbed his arm, then I stood back, telling him that he was doing great. “Just stay calm, and don’t move your arm.” He said, “Okay,” but I could tell that he still was feeling a little scared. I kept talking to him while Tony went to work, carefully inserting the fine needle into the boy’s arm. I don’t think he even felt it. I had already removed the rubber tie from his upper arm, and Tony had completely depressed the plunger and removed the needle from the boy’s arm. The boy’s eyes opened wide, and he coughed a couple of times, then breathed very rapidly, his chest heaving. “Whoa ! Fuck ! Fuck ! Fuck !” We all grinned at his reaction, knowing exactly the sensation he was feeling as his heart pounded faster and faster, forcing the Tina throughout his blood stream and into his brain. It took him a while to realize that the 2 leather men were standing at the end of the sling. One of the leather men was wearing codpiece pants, his stiffening cock straining against the leather pouch. He said, “You ready to get fucked, boy ?” The boy must have thought he was dreaming because it took him a few seconds to answer, “YES ! I mean, yes, SIR !” One of the men used GunOil to lube the boy’s hole, fucking him with 1 finger, then 2, then 3, the boy moaning continuously. In a loud, deep voice, one of the leather men said, “Is this what you want ?” With one quick motion, he unsnapped his codpiece pouch, and his big, hard cock flopped out. The boy’s eyes were already dilated from the slam, but now they got even bigger. Again, he stammered, “Yes, Sir ! The boy’s Dad held a bottle of poppers under the boy’s nose and made him take several good hits, just before the leather man plunged his cock into the boy’s hole. His hole twitched and squeezed the leather man’s cock. The leather man could feel it, and he grinned, knowing how badly the boy wanted it. At first, he fucked the boy slowly, then harder and deeper until his muscular thighs were slapping against the boy’s ass, each time he drove his cock into him. Throughout the night, I had guzzled numerous loads of chem piss which kept me flying high. But, now, I felt like it was getting urgent that I unload, so I announced that I was going to hit the bathroom, in case anybody was thirsty. To my surprise, it was the boy’s Dad who took me up on my offer, and several other guys followed us into the bathroom. I stood in the tub, still wearing my chaps and boots, while the completely naked Dad knelt down before me, his eyes closed and his mouth open. As the other men watched us and stroked their cocks, I splattered the Dad’s face with a little clear potent chem piss. Then, I shoved my cock into his mouth and placed my hands on the back of his head. As the chem piss gushed out of my cock, the Dad did a really good job gulping one mouthful after another down his throat. I was sure that it would have his head spinning, in 30 minutes or less. When I was completely drained, the Dad thanked me, and we all returned to the playroom where the boy was still in the sling. But, now, the first leather man was taking a break, and the second leather man was taking a turn, pounding his cock in and out of the boy’s hungry hole. The Dad stood beside the sling, clearly getting off on watching his son getting fucked by the leather men. And, the more the Dad hit the pipe, the more he got into it. He applied a small blue flame to a regular glass pipe, heating the bowl until the crystals melted into a puddle. Then, he pulled back the flame while he rolled the bowl, distributing the puddle as far as possible, all around the interior of the bowl. When the pipe was cool, he again applied the flame and continuously rolled the bowl back and forth, keeping a close watch on the swirling white clouds, until the bowl was full. While still applying the flame and rolling the bowl, he blew all the air out of his lungs, then slowly sucked on the glass pipe, taking more and more of the Tina deep into his lungs. He wore a rubber cock ring around his cock and balls, and, as he sucked on the glass pipe, his cock got harder, and it jumped each time he unconsciously flexed it. When he couldn’t hold his breath any longer, he blew a huge cloud that drifted down onto the leather man’s cock. For over an hour, the leather men took turns pounding the boy’s ass, giving him the fucking of his life. When Ray and I pulled the boy out of the sling, Ray made him drink a full bottle of water, then we helped him over to one of the sofas, where he collapsed. I noticed Ray looking around at his guests, and I could tell that he was scheming about something. He walked up to me and asked me if I’d ever been fucked by 2 cocks at the same time. I told him that I hadn’t, but I’m sure he could tell by the look on my face that I was definitely interested, especially knowing how much I liked to get fucked. Ray said, “But, first we need to get your hole REALLY hungry for it.” Ray prepared a point, and handed it to Tony to administer. Standing in front of me, Tony tied off my upper arm, then swabbed the inside of my elbow, where he found a good bulging vein. I held my arm steady, Tony inserted the needle. He pulled back on the plunger until he saw a flash of blood in the syringe. He steadily pushed the plunger all the way forward. Then he quickly pulled off the rubber tie, and pulled out the needle. I coughed, then automatically raised my arm and pressed my fingers against the point of entry. “Oh, FUCK, oh, FUCK,” I said over and over, as a huge rush penetrated my brain, and my heart pumped furiously, driving the Tina throughout my entire body. Almost instantly, Tina was in complete control. She insisted that I needed to be fucked, and I didn’t argue. Ray sat in the leather chair, and scooted down quite a ways. While all the other guys gathered around to watch the show, I leaned over and sucked on Ray’s big long cock. Next, I turned around so that I was facing away from Ray, and I lowered myself down until I could feel that his lubed cock head was right at my hole. Ray felt it, too, because I heard him loudly whisper, “Yeh !” as he grabbed my hips and shoved me all the way down onto his huge hard cock. I could feel Ray’s huge cock in my hole, and I automatically sat up and started riding it, hard and fast. “Oh, YEH ! Ray said, “Atta boy. Ride that big cock !” All the other guys were clearly getting into it, seeing me spinning and completely out of control. The next thing I knew, Tony was leaning over me. He gently pushed me back so that I was leaning against Ray’s chest. Ray held my legs back, his huge cock still mostly buried in my hole. Tony had used plenty of lube on his big cock, and it took him just a few strokes to get rock hard. Then, he braced himself with one hand against the back of the chair, and pushed his cock head really hard trying to force it along the underside of Ray’s huge cock, and into my hole. The group of men kept cheering us on, and one of them held a bottle of poppers under my nose. I was determined to take those two big cocks in my hole, no matter what. After several tries, and a little more lube, I gasped and yelled out as Tony’s big cock head suddenly popped inside of me. He waited for me to relax a little, but I really couldn’t. Ray didn’t move. He just concentrated on keeping his huge cock inside of me while Tony pushed farther and farther into me, then started fucking me, slowly, at first, then harder, as the undersides of their two cocks rubbed hard against each other with every stroke. Ray asked me how I was doing, but I was breathing so hard that all I could do was moan really loudly each time Tony drove his big cock into me. The two men in full leather were each hitting glass pipes while they watched me getting drilled, frequently leaning in to shot-gun a big cloud down Ray’s throat, which he inhaled then shot-gunned it to Tony, with Tony never breaking stride. After about 45 minutes, it looked like none of us was going to be able to shoot a load, and Tony definitely needed a break from the non-stop fucking, so he gradually pulled his cock back out of my hole, making me moan even louder. As soon as Tony stood up, I spun around on Ray’s still hard cock, so that now I was facing him, with one of my knees on either side of him, in the leather chair. Ray grinned at me and bobbed his eyebrows up and down, so I knew that he was more than happy to keep his huge cock buried in my insatiable ass. Always thinking one step ahead, Ray said, “Let’s move this over to the other leather sofa where we’ll have more room.” While Ray got comfortable, lying on his back, stretched out on the sofa, I reached up to the shelf and got a torch and one of the bubbler pipes. Ray slowly stroked his huge cock, keeping it hard, and, when he saw the clouds swirling in the pipe, and he heard the water in the pipe bubbling, he knew that I was sucking my lungs full. That’s when he told me to hold my breath, which I did. Very soon, I started to feel a little dizzy, but I could also feel the head of Ray’s huge cock pressing against my hole. Just as he had done, earlier, Ray grabbed my hips and forced me down onto his huge cock which immediately forced me to exhale, and I blasted a huge white cloud right into Ray’s face. He said, “Next time, warn me so I can open my mouth !” Both of us laughed, then I started grinding my ass up and back on Ray’s cock, which had both of us moaning. We kept that up for a long time, stopping only long enough for me to suck on the glass cock, and shot-gun the clouds down Ray’s throat. When Ray told me that it was time to take a break, he handed out another round of red plastic cups, and this time the G didn’t knock me out. It just got me flying a lot higher, which is exactly what it’s supposed to do. Luckily, Ray was good at keeping an eye on everybody, and he had made each of us drink a lot of water while we continued to party hard. So, of course, that created gallons of chem piss, which each of us was more than happy to gulp down. The two leather men decided to head out, so just Ray, Tony, and the Dad and his son, and myself were left. Ray made the boy drink another full bottle of water to be sure that he stayed hydrated, then he led him down the hallway to the first bedroom where he laid him face down on the bed. I saw that the bed was covered by a fitted black NastyPig sheet, so I knew that not much sleep went on in this room. Ray announced that he had a lot of video equipment set up, and he asked if anybody minded, but everybody just sort of shrugged. So, Ray had the boy lie face down on the bed while the boy’s Dad fucked him. The Dad got on his knees, on the bed, then used his knees to push the boys legs farther and farther apart until the boy’s butt parted and his hole was completely exposed. Then, he pushed his cock head against the boy’s hole, and slid his cock all the way inside. The boy moaned in rhythm with each thrust of his Dad’s stiff cock fucking his hole. Both Tony and Ray were stroking their cocks, obviously getting off on the scene. I don’t know exactly why it is, but there’s definitely something extremely hot about watching a Dad fucking his son. After a while, Ray told the Dad to flip the boy over onto his back and pull him down to the end of the bed, then push the boy’s legs back so that his hole was exactly at the right height for the Dad to fuck him standing up. I think that Ray sensed that the Dad was getting tired and probably about ready to go home, but before they left, Ray wanted to be sure to get some video of himself fucking the boy. Ray told Tony to go first so that his big cock could stretch the boy’s still tight hole. Ray reloaded one of the pipes and handed it to the Dad to keep him occupied. After Tony had fucked the boy in several different positions, it was Ray’s turn. Just thinking about fucking the boy’s tight ass made his huge cock hard, and he wanted to be sure that the boy could handle it. He decided to give the boy a strong booty bump. Ray asked Tony if he had any more rigs made up. Tony went out to the playroom to check. He found one that was loaded and ready to go, so he removed the needle and returned to the bedroom, handing the syringe to Ray. “Perfect,” Ray said ! With the boy on his knees, at the end of the bed, his head down, and his ass up, Ray easily slid the syringe into the boy’s hole, then quickly depressed the plunger, shooting the booty bump into the boy’s hole. Just a few minutes later, the boy started flexing his hole and moving his hips. Ray knew that the booty bump was quickly being absorbed into the boy’s body, and It was clear that the boy wanted and needed to get fucked. Ray kept the boy in the same position at the end of the bed, his head down and his ass up. Ray stood behind him, pressing his cock head against the boy’s hole. Ray’s huge cock was rock hard, in anticipation. He pushed harder, but that just made the boy’s body rock farther forward. The boy started moaning, and making fucking motions, pushing himself back against Ray’s cock head, again and again. Ray planted his feet and let the boy do all the work. A couple of times, Ray could feel that his cock head had pushed about half way into the opening. The third time it happened, Ray was ready. He held onto the boy’s hips, with both hands, as the boy rocked up and back. This time, the boy pushed back really hard, and Ray pulled the boy back onto his cock. The boy let out a yelp, then he resumed rocking up and back. Tony held a bottle of poppers under the boy’s nose. As the boy inhaled the fumes, he pushed himself farther back onto Ray’s huge cock. Now, each time the boy pushed back, Ray pushed forward, impaling the boy on more and more of his huge cock. Ray knew exactly where each video cam was positioned, and he knew that this was going to be great to watch, over and over. With each thrust, Ray could feel that his huge cock was about half way inside the boy, and the boy clearly wanted more of it. Ray carefully pushed the boy’s legs apart, and got his own knees up onto the bed. Then, in one quick move, he pushed the boy’s legs a lot farther apart, and he pressed the boy’s body down so that he was flat on the bed, with his legs still splayed wide, and Ray’s huge cock still at least half way inside the boy’s hole. The boy’s Dad had been standing off to the side, thoroughly enjoying the scene that was unfolding before him, as he steadily sucked on the glass cock. Ray waited for the boy to relax, but the boy was bucking his hips backward, his tweaking hole squeezing Ray’s huge cock and wanting more of it inside of him. Ray was definitely happy to accommodate the boy. First, he took longer strokes until he was balls deep. Then, he pounded the boy’s hole really hard. Ray was sweating and tired, but, for the sake of the video, he fucked the boy in several different positions, including Ray lying on his back, and letting the boy ride his huge cock for more than half an hour. Before he sent the Dad and his boy home, Ray had one more idea for the video. He had the boy lie on his back, with his head hanging off the end of the bed, and he told Tony to try skull fucking him. The boy had obviously had some practice doing this too, because he was able to take Tony’s big cock being shoved all the way down into his throat. He didn’t seem to have a gag reflex, and he was able to take a big breath, each time Tony pulled his big cock out of the boy’s throat. Amazing. Tony and I had started partying Friday afternoon, and now it was Sunday morning, or was it Sunday afternoon ? We all cleared out of Ray’s apartment, and I thanked him for a hot fucking party. What started out as Friday the 13th had ended up being anything but UN-lucky.

Wednesday cont. Cashier reached into my jacket hanging on the wall and pull out my cellphone, and dialed a number. Still dazed he held it to my ear. I have no idea what I heard, my only response was to sign off with “Thank you” and “Yes”. Staring back at Cashier I looked into his eyes and slowly nodded. His hand went to my pants belt and undid them. They dropped to the floor leaving me standing in just my black jock. Next his hands moved to his own jeans and he opened them, pushing them just past his ass. I was shocked to see his cock in a steel cage, a small padlock attached. Above his cock was the word “Property” and under that “of” the rest of the tattoo disappearing onto his cock and under the metal. Reaching behind him he grunted and gasped, bring the item around to the front I knew what to do. He held it up and locked eyes with me again, the light from the porn playing showed the pug clean and glistening with his ass juices and….my tongue shot out and made a quick swipe, the taste of rubber and lube and cum, and ass filled my mouth. Cashier smiled and motioned with his fingers. I turned around and presented my ass. He handed me a bottle of poppers and I hit it hard, breathing deep 4, 5, 6, 7 ,8 and held it. Holding that 8th hit in me as I felt the plug against my hole, pushing harder, harder, I exhaled. The rush was instant, my hole opened and the plug shot in and practically locked in place. Stars danced in front of my eyes. I felt like I was going to pass out. The Cashier’s arms held me tight as my ass spasmed and adjusted to this new fullness. After a few minutes the Cashier slapped my ass and let me know lunch was just about over. I got dressed like a zombie and righted myself. Stopping in the bathroom on the way out to fix my hair. I headed back to my work, my hole full and a smile on my face.

Good luck, hope you get what you're looking for. You have to be ready for it though. If you're gonna try it, you have to be ready to wake up to someone fucking you who you might not be into, you have to be ready for feeling disoriented and confused as you wake up to some guy holding you down and controlling you. You have to be ready to fight your instincts to stop it happening, and to give yourself to whoever's decided to own your ass while you were sleeping. It can be a bit of a headfuck but it's also really hot! Good luck!

Since everyone develops differently I don't think people should be punished for acting on their feeling when they feel they are ready. Therefore, no age limit, but harsher punishments for those that take advantage of youth.

Two loads yesterday. Ran out to grab breakfast yesterday and this hot otter was checking me out in line. Stood outside my car for few minutes and he came out and headed my direction. We chatted for a few minutes and I ended up bent over the hood of his car in the parking garage of his apartment building. Was hard and quick (less that 5 min) but I left w/ a sloppy hole and a smile. Then had some work being done on my place and one of the guys, another otter, stayed around after they were done. Offered him a beer and while and my ass. He slide a hand down my shorts and found a jock and a very wet hole (had kept the first load in me). He unzipped and just slid in. Made my hole all puffed out and worked that first load to a froth before planting his.

When I got home (yeah, the dude from my story took me home by car. Such a gentleman ) i was still horny. Had one big dicked top fucking me and breeding me as well

Smooth balls, but tbh I think I prefer a decent amount of pubic hair. There is something really hot about deepthroating a guy and having your nose pressed into a patch of musky hair. As long as the guy is fresh at least lol

my first bb experience was with a guy was on the bed he shared with his gf, , blew his load in me :-)

3 loads in one morning 1) I go to the bath house in Wilmington on Wednesday mornings. Had one Latin Daddy fuck me raw, and open up my hole, and after pumping his cock in me for a good 45 minutes, shot his giz up in me. 2) Then a Latin bear with a fat cock, shoved his fat meat in my hole and stretched it further, then squirted his load deep in my man-puss. 3) Later an older Daddy came in my room, I was about to say "No Thanks," till I saw the size of his massive cock and thought I just had to have it! He was rock hard (thank God for Viagra) he shoved his enormous pole in me and fucked me for a good 1/2 hour or more, on my knees, then on my side, till he burst his nut deep in my hungry hole. By the time I left their cum was dripping out..

In an open long term relationship here. We both love playing with a third. And sometimes playing separate

Received my last load from a bi guy while I licked his wife.

I am a tall, fit 200 plus black guy. I am not fem in the least. I went into a Las Vegas bathhouse looking to top some strange ass. I spied this cute hispanic twink standing outside the video room. He was being hit on by a couple of old trolls. He looked frightened as they get tugging at his towel. I walked around looking for action in the darkroom. When I returned he was gone, but I could see at the two trolls peeking in the curtain of the video room. I squeezed passed them, letting them get a grope as I went in. When my eyes adjusted to the dark, I saw the twink again. Actually I heard him first, grunting and pounding his fist. He was on all fours over a couch with a mean looking white man sawing in and out of his hole. I moved closer and saw a thick beer can cock wet with pink juice pounding in his hole. Someone came behind me, reached around stroking my cock. My towel fell to the floor, as my eyes glued to that cock. Every thrust brought a new grimace to the face of the twink. I finally looked up into the face of this monster. He looked at me and said loudly, "Don't worry, you're next." With that, the man reached for the small of my back, roughly shoving me down on the couch, leaving me on all fours, face to face with the twink. Instantly my ass was being rimmed by some unknown figure. Fear struck my heart as I watched the pain in the face of the twink. The white God stuck a wet finger in my hole as he now was power fucking the twink so hard the couch moved. I tried to stand back up only to be pushed back down. Someone grabbed my head and pushed it into the face of the twink. I drove my tongue into his mouth as the weight on the couch shifted. Large hands gripped my hips, as a baseball bat sized cock punched at my hole. Although he apparently had lubed his cock head with some sort of cold liquid just before he plowed in, still I screamed, my teeth tearing into the fabric of the couch. There was no pleasure, just pain. I tried to push him off, but he was just too powerful. Then, mercifully, the pain was gone as he withdrew and shifted back to the twink, but the respite was all too brief as, for the next ten minutes he moved back and forth between us. At one point he picked up my body and positioned me onto the twink, leaving our two holes only inches apart, which made it easier for him to move between the two of us, and which also made it easier for him to spray both of our holes with his load. Each of the two trolls took the opportunity to leave his load before he left. As I am 90% top, I'm honestly not sure how the guys knew which of us would bottom.

I'd like to meet both the big nasty white guy withthe baseball bat thick cock and the black man. Maybe they would like to get together and DP my hungry hole.

Long Weekend – Part 7 “What kind of auction?”, I asked. “The kind where the highest bidder gets to keep you”, he replied laughing. “Yeah, but for how long? 24 hours or something?” I asked, hoping it was like charity auctions that I had been to. “Nooooo kid, until they get bored of you or wear you out, then they’ll sell you off”. To my surprise, he lowered his hood and looked me in the eyes. “It’s not as bad as it sounds, I promise. I was bought four months ago and my Master gives me all the chems and sex I could ever want, this is your ticket to financial freedom”. He was about 22 years old, his eyes were dark and sunken, but his smile was stunning and I leant forward to kiss him. His lips met mine and his tongue shot into my mouth; we kissed deeply, breathing each other’s breath, never breaking eye contact. He reached between my legs and ran his finger around my edges of my cunt, lightly at first and then more firmly, tracing little circles around my delicate ring. I tried to spread my legs to give him better access but the straps were too tight. He massaged the head of my super sensitive cock with his other hand and I could feel the orgasm building inside me. I started to moan and he stopped. “That’s enough for now, let’s find you a new owner” he said as he walked out the door. As he turned the corner I caught sight of him licking his fingers. A few minutes later a group of men walked into the room, looked me up and down, felt my body, played with my cock and arse. A couple, two black men in light grey suits in their mid-thirties, waved a bottle of poppers under my nose to see how I’d respond – I took a couple of deep hits and begged them to fuck me. They walked over to Kirk and offered to buy me immediately. I don’t know how much they paid but I was released from the restraints and led into a changing room where I showered and they had provided a selection of designer clothes for me to wear. Freshened up, we stepped outside into the soft morning sunrise and into blacked out BMW 5 Series. Once on the motorway, the couple introduced themselves as Carl and Mike, a very successful pair who worked in the London stock exchange and had recently been made aware of the benefits of a houseboy. They explained that I would be able to go shopping and make new friends and not need to go to work; everything would be paid for. But in return, I was to look after the house and do anything they or their guests required of me. I asked if there were any limits and Carl smiled, “What limits would you like?”. “I don’t like scat or extreme pain, but watersports and a bit of pain are ok” I answered. “That’s cool boy, we’re not into that kinda shit either, but I hope your hole is accommodating as we’ve been told it is – those videos were pretty impressive”, said Mike. I nodded and smiled and wondered how many other people had watched the videos. Carl could see me thinking and said, “If you’re wondering who has seen those videos of you getting bred by all those guys and getting your cunt ruined, pretty much everyone, they are all on raunchyfuckers.com”. “That’s cool”, I said, “I hope we can make some more” and winked at them both. After another half an hour of driving we pulled up outside their house, a huge detached place with large landscaped garden and electric gates. “Welcome to your new home boy”, they said together.

Thank you positive feedback and comments, any ideas welcome. Long Weekend – Part 5 By now if was late Friday evening and a stream of guys of all ages and descriptions had visited me in the van in the woods not far from where I live. We had all lost count of the number of loads that I had taken, at least thirty, and they were all plugged up inside me with a massive butt plug. I was starting to come back to normality and the older guys who had tricked me into thinking that they were young lads in their twenties had been up for 24 hours so decided to drop me back home and get some rest themselves. The road out of the woods was bumpy and every pothole and log we drove over pushed the buttplug into my ass and massaged my sore insides. The van pulled up outside my house and then pushed me out the back doors in just a pair or cum soaked shorts and a dirty tank top. I unlocked the from=nt door and they pushed past me to retrieve their camera, sex swing, fucking machine and other sex toys. Kirk and Tim took me into my bedroom and told me to try to get some rest ready for their plan for the rest of the weekend. Kirk gave me a coupe of diazepam tablets with a generous measure of whiskey and the world around me quickly hazed out and I was asleep. Long Weekend – Part 6 After a long dreamless sleep I woke up feeling disorientated and confined, I couldn’t see and my arms and legs were pulled out into the shape of St Andrew’s Cross. I tried to look around but realised that the mask on my face was firmly in place and my limbs were firmly bound. The room was warm and I was naked except for the face mask, even the buttplug had gone, allowing my hole to relax and for a slow dribble of cum and ass juices to run down my low hanging balls and drip onto the floor. A door opened to my left and instinctively I looked that way, despite the facemask. The sets of footsteps entered and closed the door, then the familiar deep voice of Kirk, “Hold his arm perfectly still”, “Don’t worry, I’ve got it” replied Tim, who gripped my left bicep and forearm firmly, giving Kirk perfect access to the veins in my elbow. The familiar tightness of the tourniquet, the sharp point of the needle, the release, the cough, and the buzz, then repeated on my right arm. Then they removed the facemask and I was facing an array of three large flat screen display screen, each playing a different bareback movie. The mixture of groans, screams, moans and “fucks” coming from them was overwhelming. Kirk stuffed a couple of Viagra in my mouth and told me to swallow before fingering some of the mystery white crystals into my holes. “Enjoy!” he shouted as he and Tim left the room. At first the high and the horniness were amazing, the rush of chems through my blood and up through my arse combined with the endless stream of porn was mind-blowing. Black and Hispanic raw cocks slammed into young smooth white bottom boys, cum shot over their holes and fucked into them, gangbangs and drug-fuelled hate fucks. But my own hole felt completely empty, I needed to be fucked, I lived to be fucked, I lived to be used. My rock hard cock dripped precum on the floor but strained from not being touched. This was torture. After an hour, a dark hooded figure walked in holding a small black briefcase, which he opened up on a table beside me. The porn continued to play and the chems raced through my veins. He didn’t say a word, took out a small syringe and gave me a booty bump of fuck-knows-what and then donned two black latex gloves, knelt down in front of me, and started to tattoo the all-too-familiar toxic symbol above my cock. The vibrations from the tattoo gun, the pain, and the feel of his warm breath against my cool sweaty skin were too intense for words. I begged him to fuck me or suck me, to put something in my ass or just touch my rock hard cock. He didn’t even glance up at me or pause what he was doing. This torture was too much to bear, I was so fucking horny but couldn’t do anything about it. I begged him and begged him, I told him that I didn’t care if he was neg or poz or had AIDS or anything, I just needed him to fuck me. I was so high that I wondered if my words were just mumbles or he wasn’t even there. I tried to move my hips to make my cock hit his hand as he tattooed me, which just sent a string of precum through the air and hit him on the cheek. He stopped, wiped it off his cheek with his gloved hand, and then licked the glove. He stood up, walked behind and picked up something metallic of a table behind me. He came back in front of me and held the metal sound at eye level and then lowered it towards my cock. He teased the end of it into my piss slit and then, using nothing but my own precum, slid it down into my cock. Then he attached an electrode to the end and attached the other electrode to the frame I was attached to. At first the sensation of the sound inside my cock was all consuming; I had never used one before and it felt uncomfortable but right. At last I had something inside me. Then he turned up the power, sending electrical convulsions through my dick and into my prostate, wave after wave, my cock spasming up and down, my balls tightening against my body and buzzing. He turned it up again; my upper thighs tightened rhythmically, my lower abs. My precum forced around the sound and poured onto the floor between my legs, joining the mess of dirty cum and ass juices. The hooded figure continued the tattoo and, after twenty minutes, had finished. My cock and balls were dark blue and painful, my upper legs and abs were exhausted and tight, and to my surprise, my hole had tightened up again. He pulled the sound out of my incredibly sensitive cock before wiping away the blood from the tattoo and covered it with antiseptic cream. “Right” he said, as he removed his gloves, you are ready for auction.

Short...with a cliff hanger. _______________________ Chapter 11) I was flat on my back and wanted to stay there, but willed myself to sit up. I was not going to be a lump of Playdough for Daddy Scorpio to scoop up and shape however he wanted. I didn’t dare look at Mike, afraid I’d run to him and beg him to get me out of this awful room and away from these horrible people. Maybe I should have done what he’d wanted me to do, get the medication and get the hell out of this town. But that wouldn’t have just meant letting down Mike – there was Carlos and Ike and Aaron and Aiden, they were my friends now. And there was McCloskey and the other guys who’d pinned everything on Mike’s being able to break them out of this prison. But I’d blundered into the middle of it, opened my big mouth and screwed up everything. They needed me to be strong for just a little bit longer, and I could do it. As if I had any choice. “Novice, approach me,” Daddy Scorpio ordered. I hardened myself. Whatever was coming would be epically awful. The four guys who’d just finished with me weren’t nursing a grudge the way Daddy Scorpio was. I figured I may as well use that to put him off balance if I could. I got to my feet and walked towards him slowly, disguising (I hoped) my exhaustion as ease, determined not to crawl. I wasn’t sure how I managed to stay upright. Every muscle screamed; every time I took a step, my sphincter burned. “I see you this time you brought reinforcements to deal with me, Daddy Scorpio,” I said scornfully. As always when I talked back, the room went still. I heard a few poorly suppressed snickers coming from the four horseman. A glance at Mike caught a momentary look of horror on his face that he quickly hid. I suppose I was courting an apocalypse. “You haven’t even begun to pay for your insolence,” Daddy Scorpio shouted. “Haven’t we already had this little talk, Daddy?” I said. “There’s nothing you can take from me that you haven’t already. You won’t break me. You can’t. Because I’m not scared of you, you pathetic old man,” I spat, deliberately going for the one insult I knew would enrage him the most. He literally roared “On your knees!” and took two steps towards me. “Make me,” I challenged him. “Or are you afraid you won’t be able to?” He charged like a bull. At the last moment, I stepped out of his path, and he kept going for a few more steps before he swerved and hit me with a full-body tackle. I went down under him, hitting the velvet-covered altar with a scream. My entire body felt like one big, throbbing bruise. “You will worship me, Novice,” Daddy Scorpio demanded, as he turned and performed his signature move on me – sat on my face. “Inhale. Deep!” he barked. “Don’t feel like it,” I managed. He rested more of his weight on my face, and I could hardly breathe. I moved my head enough to gasp in a few breaths before he’d pinned me down again. “Lick me,” he ordered. I resisted for another minute, but I was already depleted and had used up my last burst of energy taunting him. So I began the inevitable ritual, sniffing, kissing and licking his muscular, hairy ass. Didn’t he ever get bored with repeating the same old routine? It must have had more to do with subjugation than with sex. That’s what turned him on and that’s what drove him so crazy about me: I refused to back down no matter how he tried to intimidate me. “That’s it, eat that man’s asshole,” he growled, sounding more like a football coach than a cult leader for a change. “Get your tongue up in my shitter. How’s it taste?” I tried to pull away. “Don’t like it? Get used to it. If I have to I will set up a rim chair in my office and keep you there during the day. Whenever I have a break, my ass will be in your face. And I’ll invite these four to stop by, and we’ll take turns fucking you over and over.” More great footage. We now had all five of them threatening me one way or another on the record. These guys had no idea what they were in for. That thought gave me strength. “Lick my balls,” Daddy Scorpio ordered. “Yeah, that’s it, use that tongue. Now use your lips…oh, yeah, boy. You do that really well. Open your mouth, suck those nuts, get that baby juice going. I’m gonna shoot my toxic load in your ass, and you can’t do anything about it. I’ll whore out your butt to anyone who wants to come here and use you, no questions asked. Then we’ll see how strong you are.” Better and better. He brought his dick with its “hood ornament” to my lips. I debated for a nanosecond whether to refuse, but knew I was out of strength so I opened up, and took it. He pushed it down my throat, ignoring my distress as I started to choke. And his blasted wearable sculpture didn’t make it any easier. I could just envision it cracking a tooth. Or ten. Tears ran down my face, and I began to retch, not there was much in my stomach to bring up. I was going on a bagel with lox and cream cheese, orange juice, iced coffee, Gatorade, water and the snacks that Aiden had shared…eight or nine hours ago. “Not so smart, now, are you?” Daddy Scorpio snarled. “No snappy comeback? Oh, yeah, your mouth is otherwise occupied,” he taunted as he thrust in and out of my mouth. I considered biting him for that one, but I wanted to make sure that he raped my ass. I had realized that then the only cum in my ass would be his and that bastard of a science teacher. Along with the film, they’d both be ruined completely. Not that I was going to let off the other three. It would mean going to campus police and the real police, but that’s what my dad would tell me to do. We needed to establish the chain of evidence. I did my best to relax, and began to have some success; my throat spasms eased a little. Of course, that’s when Daddy decided he’d had enough of that, pulled his dick out of my mouth. I checked with my tongue, and all my teeth were intact. Then he was grabbing my legs and hoisting them over his shoulders. Just a short while ago, I’d had a fraternity full of guys make love to me. This was all about power; I finally understood what it meant when they said that rape had nothing to do with sex. He started to jam his cock in my ass, and it was unbearable. I screamed, and managed to kick him in the side of his head. He smacked me across the face, back-handed; I didn’t stars, I saw entire galaxies. My ears were ringing and my left cheek throbbed. While I was still stunned from the vicious blow he rammed himself in. I couldn’t even muster a scream, just a groan. “I will break you, boy. You’ll be begging me for mercy,” he thrust in and out of my tender asshole, long, hard strokes that I felt head to foot. I could feel something warm dripping out of me; I had a feeling it was blood. I had to let him get off before I was damaged permanently. I reached around and began stroking his balls as I’d done earlier, hoping that would do the trick. It did. Thank heavens the guy was so fucking predictable. His thrusts picked up and he was grunting and groaning. Then he placed his hands around my throat and began to squeeze. “I’ve always wanted to do a snuff scene,” he said, “and this is the perfect time,” he growled. “Not only will you be out of my way, but your boyfriend will be the one to take the fall. I’ll make sure Mike is charged with your murder, and that your friends are indicted as co-conspirators. I’m going to crush you like a bug under the heel of my boot.” I took me a minute to understand that he was serious, this was not some sick fantasy and I started clawing at his hands; my heart was pounding, my chest heaving, and a yellow haze was clouding my vision. I couldn’t pass out, or that would be it; he had positioned us so that no one in the room would see what was happening. I managed to grab one of his fingers and pulled it back with my remaining strength. He howled with pain, and the pressure let up enough for me to gasp “Mike, help, he’s choking me!” before Daddy Scorpio was able to fasten both hands back around my throat. “Darren, no” Mike shouted. “Stop it, Coach, have you lost your fucking mind?” Mike came up behind the Coach, and got him in a headlock. Daddy Scorpio immediately let go of my throat to grab at Mike’s forearm. I gasped and started to cough and wheeze, unable to catch my breath. I felt a draft, heard shouts, and saw Carlos leading the entire frat, yelling “Don’t let any of these scumbags leave,” as he made a beeline for Daddy Scorpio and landed a right hook to his jaw. “El cabrón, hijo de puta,” Carlos said as he followed up with a left, and then delivered what appeared to be a knockout punch. Daddy completely lost his erection, and slumped against Mike’s restraining forearm. Aiden and Aaron spread the black silk sheet over me. Aiden took my head in his lap, stroking my hair and Aaron was holding my hand, saying “Try to relax, help is on the way.” And that’s when I fainted.

I'm feeling very, very good right now as some creamy jizz loads slowly ooze out of my wrecked ass. Hooked up with a black dom Top who loves to drill ass. Nothing rushed. After I worked on his 8" cock, he was all about fucking ass. Got me in doggy position, and after a few tentative slide ins and outs, he just slammed his cock into my waiting, welcoming ass. He liked to change positions often, and also change up on the pace of his strokes. In a little over an hour, he delivered 3 loads deep up my asscunt. After each load was planted, he'd pull out and let me clean his cock. Otherwise, his fuckstick was inside me and he was pumping me for all he was worth. He never went soft--always had at least a semi hard on. I'll sleep well tonight.

Tuesday Morning The alarm forced me to open my eyes and face the dawning day. I felt drained and still tired. Looking down I saw my cock was at its usually full mast in the morning. Without even thinking two finger went in my mouth and started to work their way into my hairy hole. A sigh escaped my lips and a pearl of precum formed quickly on my cock head. My palm smoothed the precum around my cock head before my hand enveloped the shaft and starting to jerk. Finally the finger were all the way in my sore ass and I started to fuck myself. And yes, it feels weird to describe what I was doing as 'fucking myself', but hey is what I was doing. I shifted my legs, placed my feet flat against the mattress giving me more access. My hand was a blur as I approached orgasm, a thin sheen of sweat broke out on my body as I came my cum hitting the middle of my chest in three shots before slacking and coating my abs. Taking my finger from my hole I swirled them in the chest hair, mixing the cum and then quickly without thought shoved them in my mouth. The taste of my ass and cum and a bit of sweat as intoxicating, I moaned and went back from more until I was a sticky, mated mess. Contentedly sighing, I rose, showered and dressed for work. Quick mirror check let me know I could skip shaving at least one more day if not two, my little morning jerk had cost me some time. As I was about to get dressed I looked at Mike blue jock laying on the floor. On a dirty impulse I put it back on, it felt rough against my cock and balls and I knew it was dirty but didn’t care. Just to make sure though I covered it up with my usual boxer briefs and finished dressing in my usual three piece suit for work. As I was making my way out the door I noticed the other water bottle. I felt taking it now might not be a good idea but surely if I only took half at lunch I wouldn’t have any issues. Dropping it in my bag I hopped in my car and headed off to work, a smile on my face and the taste of my ass and cum on my mouth.

Monday Dinner Dinner was soon served and I dug in. Somehow that jog had made me extremely hungry. I tucked in like it was my last meal. “So, Tom mentioned you drank my water by mistake before the run. How did you like the supplements?” I blushed slightly thinking about what had happened in the shower and nodded. “Seems like they work pretty well, definitely made me run a bit faster, and sweat a ton more than usual." “Yeah Tom loves when I use 'em, saying we get a much better workout. Only issue is they tend to make you fucking horny as all hell so we usually fuck like rabbits when we get home.” I nearly choked on the wine I was sipping, sputtering and trying to catch my breath. Tom gave Mike an unspoken reprimand, although it was accompanied with a smile. “ It is true something about all that sweat on my man and of course how hungry those things make his hole, just makes me want to fuck his brains out. I'm actually getting hard just thinking about it. Want some more wine?” Without waiting for my response Tom half stood to top me off. I couldn’t help but look and see his half hard cock outlined in the shorts he was wearing. My eye glued to his bulge I watched it give a noticeable twitch before he sat back down. Mike leaned in close to my ears asking me if I liked the view. So caught off guard was I that I dropped my fork and gave a startled yelp. Before thinking about it I reached down to pick it up and felt the borrowed shorts slip down a bit. I heard a slight chuckle from Mike as I straightened up and resumed eating our meal. The conversation went back to a more normal topic after that: lawn care and what not, which movies are out. So, the rest of dinner passed with no more surprises and I was about to go home when Mike asked if I wanted to accompany them the next day for another run. “Ill even make you some of my supplements to use. In fact, here, take these two bottles I already prepared. I usually take one at night again and then one in the morning and the third just before I go for a run. Since you are just starting it I would wait and just take one in the morning.” "Thanks," I said as I left, extending my goodbyes to Tom and Mike. On the way home I thought about the two water bottle and my shower earlier, and as I walked into the house I thought about Mike’s instructions and said to myself 'Fuck it. I can handle whatever he is doing', and before I could think twice I downed one of the bottles. The same bitter taste assaulted my tongue and I grabbed a Gatorade from the fridge to get rid of it. Fuck that tasted good. Then I remembered my earlier plans and my cock got hard. Remembering hot it was before I walked into the garage. It was night and the only light was from the security flood lights form Tom and Mike’s house. Stripping off the borrowed clothing, I stood there in Mike’s sweat blue jock. Suddenly a rush of sweat broke out over my body and my hands moved on their own, twisting and pulling my nipples, rubbing the front of the jock. On instinct I stepped out of the jock and poured some poppers into the pouch, bringing it to my nose it smelled amazing, fresh sweat and poppers, fuck my cock was rock hard. I lay on the floor and started to work my hand up and down the shaft. Leaving the jock draped across my face the smell of seat and poppers making me moan. My left hand drifted and move towards my ass. Sweat started pouring from my body and I took another hit from the popper bottle, and another, and another six hits and I was moaning. The smells and sensations, the dirt and grit digging into my back my finger inched toward my hole and I surrendered to the feelings. Plunging three fingers in, I moaned and writhed in pleasure. The jock slipped in my mouth and I taste the balls sweat. Sucking on it like a baby I drank his the salt mix. My finger moved furiously in my ass, again a fourth was added with little resists. Fuck I wanted more, looking around the garage I was in a haze, my eye fell on my wife’s tennis racket and a sick thought entered my mind. Not caring I grabbed it and slathering it with the precum leaking form my as and the worked it in. Fuck it felt great. I ended up with my feet on the window sill to get the angle right and started fucking my ass with her racket, moaning and jerking my cock, sweat dripping down me I started to get closer and closer. Fuck this felt so good I never wanted to stop, my hand became a blur and all thought of edging left my mind as the orgasm came upon me. Volleys of cum shot from my cock, landing on my face and chest, eight shots in total. My body went slack, the jock covering my face was spotted with my cum and before I knew it I was shoving it in my mouth adding the taste my own jizz to the mélange of sweat and ass. Shuddering I remove the tennis racket from my ass and dragged myself out of the garage and upstairs. I got in the shower to rinse of and felt my sore ass, sticking a finger in my hole I hissed in combined pleasure and pain as I thought to myself 'Damn I hope I haven't done any damage'. Exhausted I dragged myself to bed and fell dead asleep until the alarm clock went off.

Thanks for replies everybody. Bb-brojack I will have to try falling asleep in a public place in the sauna. You've got me rock hard thinking about it. I just wish I could find guys in my area to make my fantasy happen.

I've RSVP'd for this party a few times in the last few months, but always chickened out. Now, I've been exclusively raw for a few years now, but have been careful about those guys with whom I've played, as I kept stressing about taking poz loads. But recently I've just decided that if I'm going to be the pig barebacker that I know I am, I'll just have to get over my phobia of it, embrace it and PIG OUT. Thanks to a pup bud of mine, who is now poz and proud (into whom I pumped a couple good loads a few weeks ago), I've come out of my fear of it. In fact my pup bud and I are going to hook up at IML next weekend and he is going to pump his toxic puppy load into my hole. But back to the Cumunion party. I sucked up the nerve, cleaned out my hole, injected a little j-lube into my hole to moisten it up and hit the road for the 30 minute drive to Fort Lauderdale. I got there and checked my clothes, and, wearing only my harness, yellow neoprene "Nasty Pig" jock and boots, I walked into the pool area. Within five minutes I was on my knees sucking a hung dude. After sucking him for a few minutes I turned around and bent over presenting my ass to him. He pulled my cheeks apart, spit on my hole, and in he went. It was a little uncomfortable at first since it'd been about a month or longer since I was penetrated, but I took one for the team as he fucked me for about five minutes. A group of guys started to gather around, but after a few minutes he withdrew, commenting it it took him a while to work up a load. No sooner had he pulled out when I saw a hot Latino dude standing there stroking his cock through a cock jock. I reached over and started stroking him and he started tweaking my nipples as I played with his smooth uncut cock. It was not real thick, but had good length to it, so I dropped and sucked him hard. When he was hard I assumed the same position I had presented to the first guy but getting to my feet, turning around, and offering him my ass. He slid into my already spit-lubed and loosened hole, but as with the previous dude, he slid out after five or so minutes and stepped back into the darkness. Before, however, I could look up another groaning top dude rammed his throbbing cock into my hole. I'm not even sure what he looked like, as I said, I didn't have time to stand up, but before I knew it he let out a "FUCK YEAH!!!" as his cock throbbed in side my hole. It was my first load at the party, and it was a nice one at that. When he pulled out I could even feel a little trickle of cum and ass juices sliding out of my hole. This went on for a good hour, going from cock to cock and back around again. Many guys fucked me three or four times over the course of the hour. While getting fucked by one guy I saw some hot beefy dude with a biohazard tattoo on his shoulder. I watched him nailing this one dude and I dropped to suck on the bottom's cock. I guess the top saw my yellow jock on and he pulled his cock out of the dude's ass as he had already started pissing all over my head and ass of the bottom. Without hesitation I opened wide and drank right from the tap. Fuckin' great! Finally I guess the tops had been edged enough.. one after another I went back to the guys who had been taking turns on me... two loads, three loads... and finally back to the first guy. He pulled me into a small room that had a cum-soaked bed in it. Pushing me face down, he climbed on top and rammed mercilessly into my ass. I could feel him growing thicker and harder into my burning hole from all the cock, but he just kept pounding away, to the point, in fact, that part of me was thinking I should call it quits as my ass was growing quite sore, but before I could make-up my mind he exclaimed "I'm cumming!" So of course I pushed my ass up on his shaft and he deposited every drop deep inside me. I stood up.. ass oozing with who knows how much toxic cum. I slid into my jeans, grabbed a bottle of water and walked to the car to drive back home, my ass oozing. Wow. Now I can't wait to be bred at IML!!! Bring it on, pup!

So, after high school I entered the Army. Tough time for a confused young man. Like I noted in part I, the military was very anti-gay at the time. Doing anything that would reveal my tendencies would have created major problems; they were still doing Article 15's for homosexuality, then. And it was tough, too. So many good looking guys! Then when I was 20 I got shipped to Germany. Oh boy. First, the barracks were old, former German Army barracks from WWII, which meant communal showers. There I am, every morning after calisthenics with 30 other swinging dicks. Some mornings it was all I could do not to pop wood. But the best thing about Germany was the porn. This is 1985, VHS is the height of consumer video and the Internet? But there were tons of porno theaters! And the types of porn were....comprehensive, at least to my beginner's eyes. Gay porn was very popular and no one wore condoms. Watersports were often part of the "plot" of any given film and, as far as I can tell, the Germans pioneered shaved genitals. I was in heaven and spent as much of my free time as possible "on the economy", sitting in darkened porno theaters, jerking off. That's where I had my first real gay experience, when an older man came over, sat down next to me, reached over and jerked me off. I soon learned the rules and customs of these places: mutual masturbation was OK, oral sex in the bathrooms only. I sucked two or three dicks a night, two or three times a week on a good week, usually less but as much as I could! Eventually, this guy I'd blown a few times invited me to a private club (I spoke OK German by then). It was like a bath house, really but I didn't know much about them. Anyway, that's where I had my first anal. Yes, it hurt and, yes, I did it twice that night. Paid for a week while my bunghole bled slightly for four days and was sore the whole time but by the end of the week I was ready for more. I spent the rest of my tour in Germany pretty much having sex as often as I could, bareback of course. Looking back, this was when HIV was really starting to be a problem and it's a wonder I didn't catch anything. Drunks and fools, I guess.... Got out of the Army in '87, got a job and was going to school part time. I was very busy with my life for the next two years and except for some light flirting with a couple guys in school I went back to solo action, with the addition of some toys, magazines and videos. It was a 2 year dry spell, especially compared to my time in Germany! I was still conflicted about being gay. I was 24 and closeted and still trying to convince myself I liked women. I often wish I hadn't been raised in such a conservative environment. My early life would have been much different if I could have come out as a teen. I definitely wouldn't have gotten married.

So, I committed a federal crime, did soft time in a low security in Ohio. Very boring experience, actually, except for the sex. In prison, I learned to get devious about sex because the popo REALLY frowned upon it! I was tossed in the SHU several times over 4 years after being caught in flagrante delicto! There really wasn't, as you can imagine, a lot of privacy for fucking, either. Basically, if sucked cock everyone knew it and if you took it in the ass, all gays and "down low" dudes knew it. So, where did I service guys? Well, certain cubicles in the open bays were good for giving blowjobs, depending on conditions. Riskier, though, noise carried too easily. Shower stalls very early in the AM, one guy standing in a mop bucket to disguise the fact that two were init, that worked OK. Recycling room was also good, no cameras there, either. Best bets were one of the bathrooms in the rec yard, right at the 5 minute rec move following count; or, the bathrooms in the Chapel area, shit they even had locks on the stalls, and very few staff to worry about. Most of the Chapel orderlies were fags, lol! That was the best one receiving anal, followed by the rec yard bathroom. The rest were all only good for oral. So, I'd suck a few dicks a week, had my regular customers who paid me in commissary items. I only did anal maybe once a month because of the risk of getting caught. It was all very hush hush and lucrative (for prison) and I loved it all (except being in the SHU, that sucked). So, devious....served me well in the halfway house. When I got passes to go out, I'd already have a hookup from one of the dating sites. Met a talented, hung black daddy every Sunday for a couple hours of breeding. He was a multiple cummer, I always had to cram some tissue between my ass cheeks for the bus ride back! Went to PhiladelphiaJacks a few times...just basically whored myself out to any guy willing to stick his cock in me, loving every minute of it. Still do. Today, I've got five "regular" guys I can rely on, two are multiple cummers and one has such a thick cock, I've never felt one better than his! And then there are the random hookups from the dating sites. Lots of flakes, yes, but I probably average one good fuck out every ten contacts. And it's all bareback, always has been. I've been "lucky" never to have any STD's. I've been bug chasing halfheartedly for a little while, now basically just trying to deliberately hook up with poz dudes. I've taken "undetectable" loads and I've advertised to take toxic loads, get gifted, etc but no joy yet. For me, being pozzed is all about submission, is why I look for it but I guess what with the meds available todayn it'll be harder and harder to find guys with toxic loads. So be it. I'm still a cum slut and I will be my whole life. I'll probably be sucking old man dick when I'm in the retirement home, lol! So that's my life, boys and girls. I'm a bottom cum slut faggot and wouldn't want to be anything else! (SHU: Special Housing Unit, aka "the hole")

In '99 I got married to a woman. Why would I do something so strange? After all, it seems like I had a good sex life, plenty of dick, and I was enjoying being single, free, and right at that age where I appealed to just about everyone. But my conservative upbringing kept fucking with my head; a little voice at the back of my mind kept telling me it was wrong to be gay, that I was taking the sl-easy way out, all I needed was the right woman and I'd be all set. Right? (Raise your hand if you're laughing or went through the same thing). Plus, I did want kids I have a strong maternal instinct. So, I put a personal ad on AOL's dating section (forget what it was called). Got a detailed response, we began messaging back and forth online, eventually met in public, and started having sex soon after. At this point I have to admit that I'm technically bisexual. I like women and enjoy having sex with them, but I REALLY like the dick much more, especially when I've got a new pumping a load of semen deep into my ass! Things were pretty good for a couple years, babies were made, but a man can't deny the siren call of erect cock. Our work schedules had one of us away from home about seven or eight days a month. When she was gone, I trolled online for dudes to come over at night after the kids were down to fuck me. When I was away, my hotel rooms were the scenes of some amazing mano y mano sex! It was bareback heaven, baby, and I enjoyed every load I took. I didn't care, at that point, if I caught something. I didn't think it was an issue, actually. Most of the guys coming to my house were married and the ones in my hotel rooms were usually businessmen, too. Safe as can be, right? maybe it's not fair to say I didn't care. I did, I just didn't think anything would happen. Wifey was clueless, of course. Some days I'd take a morning load before checking out, come home, and fuck her with dude's cum still inside me. I loved those bareback loads, but I wasn't cum-crazy, I wasn't a cumslut, yet. That didn't happen until I went to prison.

In 1990 I got a promotion and moved to Pennsylvania. I quit school and the new job was a gut so I had lots of free time, plus I had to travel up and down the East Coast of the US a lot. I also didn't know anyone and lived in an anonymous apartment block. Perfect setup to resume an active sex life...sort of. I dabbled in online BBS', lots of messaging, not a lot of action. Things improved after about a year when I discovered a magazine/newsletter, I forget the exact name so I'll just call it "Shaved Men". It had pictures of men with shaved junk, articles, tips and stories about shaving...it was still pretty rare in American gay porn at the time, as far as I knew then, so I really enjoyed the magazine, most of all because it had a "personals" section. You could place an ad with a picture; the guy who published the mag acted as a mail drop so the initial exchange of correspondence was anonymous until contact info was provided by one person to the other. I responded to a couple of the ads. All of them were older men, mostly bears, but in reasonable shape and proud of their shaved bodies! I was young and full of cum and only too happy to meet these guys; motel rooms, my apartment, their homes, anywhere we could mutually agree. I had a small group of five or six guys I met individually two or three times over the course of about two years. It wasn't a lot of sex but it was steady, reliable, and all bareback! Honestly, once I've made it clear that condoms are unwanted, I've never had a guy refuse to fuck me. Eventually, the guy who published the zine decided to focus on a nude, gay travel guide called "Naked Places", iirc. That was the end of new, shaven hookups. I kept meeting some of the guys I already knew but things were starting to slow down. So why didn't I just try dating or gay bars in Philly? See, that's so vanilla. Even back then, I was looking for the thrill of anonymous hookups, bareback fucking, and (relatively) kinky activities. So, about this time AOL was (or was becoming) the king of the Internet. They had a pretty robust gay community with personals. By then. I'd bought a house, a small rancher in the countryside, very secluded, no neighbors. I cruised and posted the AOL personals, bringing some guys to my house to fuck me, heading to Philly or Harrisburg or Allentown to meet others; one dude, a nicely hung school teacher from Philly, became an almost-boyfriend. We had a pretty sweet regular thing going. I'm pretty sure he was turned on by my youth and hairless body - cough-pederast-cough- but man! He could drill my ass as long as I could take it! So, from '90 to '92 or '93, thereabouts, I'm getting fucked maybe once every two months, then from '93 to around '98 about once or twice a month. Again, looking back, it's a miracle I didn't pick up HIV or some other critters and God knows it was risky going to some of those guys' places sight unseen. Any one of them could have been into some seriously sick shit! But at the time, I didn't even think of the risks. I was cock-hungry and eager for those bareback loads pumped into me, and happy for them! Then I fucked up and got married.

As you can see from my profile name. I love darkroom sex the best. The anticipation, the probing, fingerings and then the multiple non stop fucking once a cock cum and slips out another then another and so on slip up me. Not having a clue what they look like and hearing grunt when they cum in me. Gets me horny.

Man I love this story as it reminds me how I got hooked to big black men fucking. He was a sweet young man and wanted to date me but i was a bit spoiled kid from suburbs and didn't like his swag and city-accent so I turned him down after four dates. One thing that I really liked about him was the fact he always seem to show how much he was turned by me during those four dates. Evrytime we met, I'd see his pants rising rapidly in the front at the first sight of me and as he walked up the flight of stairs, it'd grow to so big so we had to order delivery for all our dates. After I told him no relationship, he seemed a bit disappointed but he still held me in his arms with his hard on pushing to my back through the clothes. I felt a bit bad that I made a sweet young man sad and strong curiosity about his cock started to rise in me as well. So I asked him if he'd like a blowjob for the last time. As he helped me to get his clothes off and wrap my lips around his cock head, his sweet nature was gone and he became very rough and forceful as he fucked my face. I was so turned on by him sexually but didn't wNt to admit that since I said my good bye already. But fortunately he didn't take my " no" as an answer and we went on more dates after that night which I tried to cut the date part short so he can fuck me more. He had a stamina of a horse as he could fuck me all night long. I had to get back in touch with my deLer friend to get some drugs so I could keep up with him.

Not a fan of bath houses but definitely love fucking bare in public, especially at the local cruise bar when I'm leaning on the bar among the crowd drinking beer and then the top just starts fucking away at my hole. Shocked the crowd when a friend fucked me like that a couple of weeks ago hehe. Haven't done it like that with tops taking turns - but that definitely sounds way hot. *quickly adds to his cumbucketlist*

I could never stay hard in a condom, either fucking or when someone fucked me but the good boy in me just put up, then I hooked with a guy in a club...think I was 18 and he was 20 and we ended up back at his, once we got all he sucking and wanking over with it was time to fuck and there was no mention of rubber...he went in raw and it was like a whole new world opened up. By the morning I went home with 3 loads inside me. We dated for 3 months and then I spotted walking into a city centre cottage and upon investigation he was fucked a guy in a stall raw. But then I was young and thought that relationships where about fucking with one guy only so ended it but left with bareback desire alight. After that I would avoid rubbers if I could and by the time I hit 26 I was poz and I am now 36 and workout 5 times aweek and run triathlons so it hasn't stopped me in anyway; yes I have to take a pill a day...I have to do that for hayfever too, really not hard; I have to go to hospital every 6 months I get a full check up looking at everything from my weight to my blood pressure so if something is amiss there is time to fix it. I only look for guys into bb so don't have the rejection and I find these days 90% of guys in a dark room bb and if they want it safe I just move off; however I find a lot will take that bag off anyway and go in raw. If bb is your thing then becoming poz is something you have to deal with; so you can either moan or moan while taking a recharge off another hot poz guy and get on enjoying your one life!

You Can't Outsmart a Stealther Part 3 Bryan was nearly asleep when the chime of his cell phone brought him out of his haze. He grabbed his phone and saw the text message that he was both dreading, yet somehow hoping he might eventually receive. Sam: ru up? Bryan didn't know what to do. Sam is the best fuck he ever had. But, Bryan regretted getting fucked raw twice by a guy that was poz. He had never been so uncertain about anything in his life before. And, he was hoping that perhaps he could just forget it and put it behind him. He decided not to reply. Another text message followed. Sam: i think you want more poz cum up ur hole. Bryan stared at the screen in the pitch dark. As much as the words on the display haunted him, he found himself once again inexplicably aroused. He tried not to think about those two nights - the nights when he surrendered to the best fuck of his life. Bryan put the phone back on the night stand. Moments later, it persisted to chime and light up again. Sam: you know u want it again. don't be shy. i don't wanna fuck anyone but u now. and i know u want my poz cum fucked into you again. don't deny it. Bryan sighed to himself. He knew what would happen if he replied. And he was determined to end this deadly affair now. He tapped out his reply. Bryan: hey Sam. ur hott, and I really like u but we can't do this anymore. i shouldn't have done it. i'm sorry. please stop asking. Sam: We can't do what anymore? Bryan: no more fucking my ass. Sam: ru sure? I know how much u iked it. Bryan's mind was racing once again; and he found himself yearning desperately for Sam to be inside him but he resisted the urge to reply. It wasn't worth it. Another chime and the phone's screen lit up again. Bryan saw a video icon within the text message. Confused, he tapped on it. What unfolded soon shocked him. Bryan squinted to make out the slightly dark and grainy video that unfolded in front of him. It didn't take him long to recognize the audio within the video: "Cum in my ass! Fuck your poz cum into my ass!" nearly screamed out of the phone. That son of a bitch, Bryan thought and he fired back a message. Bryan: What the fuck?! U recorded that?! You're a fucking asshole! Sam: hey, I didn't do it to piss u off. I did it because I didn't want u to accuse me of raping your ass. U can barely make out it's you. it just looks like some hot guy begging for poz cum. no one would know it's u. Bryan: fuck u! u shouldn't be shoving that shit in my face! Sam: I didn't shove anything in ur face. I shoved it up your ass as I recall. and u begged for more and more. don't blame me for giving u want u wanted. Bryan stared at the messages unfolding on his display. His anger was being tempered by a growing sense of wanting and urgency again. He tried to ignore the half-hard erection underneath his sheets and frantically tapped out a reply. Bryan: I made a mistake. No more fucking! Sam: I don't believe u. Bryan: I mean it! fuck off!! Sam: fine, I will. but answer me one question. how many times have u jacked off thinking about me inside you? Bryan stared at the screen, and wanted to put the phone down, but couldn't bring himself to do it. Bryan: it doesn't matter. Sam: even if it's the best fuck u ever had? Bryan's cock was betraying him. It fully hardened as he tried not to think about the massive cock that pleasured him twice before. Bryan: ur a good fuck, maybe the best. i just can't do it. Sam: i've already filled your ass with my poz cum twice. what's one more time gonna hurt? Bryan: i don't want HIV okay? fine, i'll admit it. i love ur cock. ur the best fuck i ever had ok? I jack off thinking about u all the time. i crave ur cum in me. but i just cant do it. its nothing personal. Bryan was pleased with himself for being honest and direct. Sam: ru hard now? Bryan: it doesn't matter. no sex. Sam: i love the way you begged for my poz load up your hole. you just don't seem very sure about what u want. but, im not gonna argue. im gonna miss shoving my big cock into ur tight hole and unloading. Bryan felt a moment of relief; then a moment of despair. If he wasn't gonna let Sam fuck him again, he still wanted to talk about it; and re-imagine it. Bryan: thanks. im gonna miss you shoving ur big cock up my hole too. you're the best top i ever had! it's just .. i can't do it. it's too bad bc i love the way you fuck me. Bryan wanted to delete the last sentence, but it was already sent. A few moments later, the conversation took an unexpected direction. Sam: i'll wear a condom. i really like u. i'll fuck u with a condom. Bryan's cock was throbbing, and his mind continued to race. It didn't even occur to him that a condom was an option at this point. Bryan was excited about the prospect, and slowly tapped out his answer. Bryan: oh, i didnt think u would do that. ok, u can fuck me with a condom. how soon can u be over? Sam: give me 30 minutes, leave the door opened like last time. Over the next half hour, Bryan slowly fingered lube around and into his ass sliding two or three fingers into his hole to prepare for the big treat on its way. Remembering how sore he got last time, he applied the lube generously; and fingered it deep into his hole, both pleasuring and readying himself as he imagined Sam owning him again. He played back the video on his phone over and over, watching the best fuck of his life. It's okay this time, Sam thought to himself, he'll wear a condom. Time seemed to drag for an eternity, but eventually he heard the front door open. Sam walked down the dimly lit hallway again; and found Bryan laying naked on his bed, slowly stroking himself. Sam sat on the bed and broke the "bad" news to Bryan. " hey .. the convenient store was closed. i couldn't get any condoms." Bryan was confused, "what?!" and Bryan looked at the clock. It was nearly 2 oclock in the morning. And in their neighborhood, the convenience stores closed at 11:00. Sam was persistent though "maybe we can just jerk off together?" Bryan wanted more; but could't bring himself to say it. "ok, yeah." Sam layed down next to Bryan, pulled off his shorts and t-shirt. Bryan reached for Sam's cock and was surprised how big it felt, even though it was only semi-hard. "Yeah ... take that cock," Sam urged him on. Bryan continued to slowly pull on his favorite cock as it slowly grew in his hand. Sam knew how much Bryan loved his cock; and tried to find a way to convince Bryan to take it raw once again. "Why don't you roll on your stomach and let me massage you?" Sam asked. Bryan was suspicious; but admittedly, he couldn't resist presenting his ass to Sam. So, Bryan rolled onto his stomach. Sam propped himself on his knees and straddled Bryan's ass; and his cock laid on the small of Bryan's back. Sam started massaging Bryan's shoulders;and slowly worked his way down Bryan's back. Bryan tried to ignore the weight of Sam's mostly-hard enormous cock resting on his back; and he couldn't believe how heavy it felt as it rested just a few inches above his crack. As Sam's hands moved closer to Bryan's ass, he found himself secretly hoping that Sam might just take advantage of him. The thought of the big cock raping his hole almost made Bryan cum for a moment. "Damn, your cock feels so heavy. I almost forgot how huge it is," Bryan confessed, "maybe you can just rub my crack with it a little bit. Just don't put it in, okay?" Sam didn't say a word. He felt Bryan's ass would be his again any moment now; and rubbed his thick piece slowly up and down Bryan's hairless crack. "Mmmm," Bryan said softly as he felt the familiar massive cock teasing his crack just a couple of inches away from his wanting hole. Sam leaned forward pressed his body against Bryan's more tightly so that his balls would rub right on Bryan's fuckhole. The unexpected warmth of Sam's balls made Bryan shudder in delight. "Fuck, that feels good," Bryan admitted, "grind me harder like that." Sam repositioned his cock so that it slid between Bryan's legs; and lightly touched his hole as he slowly but firmly slid in and out of Bryan's inner thights, occasionally making contact with Bryan's ballsack. Bryan gasped as he felt Sam's cock brush up against his hole. He instinctively bucked back, "oh God, that feels so fucking good. why do u have to be poz?" Sam ignored the question and continued to tease Bryan's hole as he slide in and out of in-between his legs. Every few seconds, he would brush up against Bryan's hole; only to have Bryan moan more loudly with each touch. "Oh, be careful, I have a lot of lube there," Bryan warned. Despite saying that, Bryan kept slowly adjusting his position to help his hole line up with Sam's shaft and tip. Damn, I want it, Bryan couldn't help but to think. The top half of Sam's cock was feeling slippery as he picked a little lube with each pass and stroke. It was time to test the waters, Sam decided. He probed around near Bryan's hole with his tip and gave a little push when he found the hole - just enough to remind Bryan of what he was missing. Bryan tensed up as he felt Sam's cock head pressed against his hole. He was trying to think clearly, but was having a hard time doing so. Every part of his body was craving the big dick to be inside him. "No," Bryan mumbled while he moved his hands to the back of Sam's legs pulling Sam closer into him. "We better stop before it slips in," Sam suggested, knowing full well that Bryan would not stop at this point. He continued to gently press on Bryan's hole, awaiting Bryan's response. "Why do you have to be so hot?" was Bryan's response. "Just slip it in a little, okaY? Not the whole thing." Sam smiled to himself, and gave just a little more aggressive push, and easily slid his tip into the overly-lubed hole. "oh fuck!" Bryan squealed as he felt the penetration. Sam held it in place for a few moments and leaned forward towards Bryan's ear "What's in your ass right now?" Bryan moaned and replied, "your cock." Sam wasn't satisfied with the answer. "What cock?" Bryan was trying not to think about it, but felt compelled to answer, "poz cock." Sam pushed in a little more. "Ohh!" Bryan said with delight. I can't believe I'm letting a poz dick into my ass again, Bryan thought to himself. He knew there was no stopping though. It felt beyond amazing. Sam softly asked Bryan another question as he paused mid-insertin, "do you want some more?" Bryan immediately replied, "yes." "more what?" Sam asked. "More poz cock," Bryan said softly as he felt his cock become rock hard against the sheets. "You're gonna get a LOT more," Sam emphasized, and then forcefully shoved another few inches into Bryan. "FUCK!" Bryan shouted, "Oh FUCK!" Sam leaned forward once again and whispered, "i'm about to fucking OWN you." He then jabbed the rest of his thickness balls deep into Bryan to reinforce the point. Bryan gasped and nearly lost his breath by the painful, but oddly pleasurable jab. He immediately felt the satisfaction of having his ass completely fill in - the way only Sam could do it. Sam slowly pulled out a couple of inches, and forced another painful jab into Bryan. "Shit!" Bryan exclaimed. "SO much cock!" Sam slowly pumped in and out for a few moments and then recalled the last time he came was with Bryan. "Hey, I I haven't cum since the last time I fucked you. I have about two weeks worth of cum built up. Can I still cum in you?" Bryan asked as he kept invading Bryan's fuckhole. "FUck yeah!" Bryan couldn't resist but to submit. Rational thought was no longer possible. Once again, he was surrendering to his most beloved cock inside him. Sam pressed on the matter, "it's gonna be a massive amount of poz cum filling up your ass. are u sure you want it?' "Yes! I want it! Please keep fucking me. Fill my ass with your cum. I don't care anymore," he had difficulty saying in between gasps, "own my ass. Fuck your poz cum into my ass!" Sam grinned to himself. He knew Bryan would give in again; and proceeded to long dick fuck the ass he now owned pulling almost all the way out after every thrust and slamming it in again. "OH .. MY .. FUCK .. OH FUCK!!!" was all Bryan could say. Sam paused for a moment, leaned in and asked, "so .. no more bullshit from now on .. you're my poz cum slut whore, right?" "Yes!" Bryan snapped back, "keep fucking me!" Sam savored the moment and continued the agonizing pause with Bryan, "Tell me how much you want my poz cum up your hole now, and I'll give it to you." Bryan didn't hesitate for a moment, "please fuck your poz cum into my hole. give it to me! i want it soo bad! poz my ass! i'm yours. please POZ MY ASS!!!!" Sam resumed his frantic pace and drove his big dick relentlessly into Bryan's craving boyhole. Bryan feared Sam would stop if he didn't encourage him, and found he now loved the poz talk and so demanded, "poz my ass! pound my ass with your huge poz dick!!!" Bryan's words were interrupted momentarily when Sam occasionally jabbed him. "Poz me! I l LOVE it ! Fuck ! Fuck !" Bryan nearly sang. "That's right," Sam answered, "get ready for the biggest poz load you'll ever take. your ass is mine!" The combination of anticipation, fear and arousal caused Bryan to tremble uncontrollably while he nearly drooled for the large load promised him. Moments later, Sam quickened his pace with hard balls-deep thrusts and unloaded inside Bryan. Bryan felt the tightening and growing of Sam's already large hard cock just before a wetness invaded his hole. Sam continued to fuck, and Bryan jacked his cock once, and let his own load erupt onto his stomach and sheets beneath him. "oh SHIT! oh SHITTTTTTT!" Bryan yelled in ecstacy, "i'm getting pozzed!!" "Yeah, take my big poz load you bitch" Sam said softly as he pulled all the way out; and shoved all the way back in to make sure as much of his load would remain inside, "your ass belongs to me now." Bryan was surprised to feel Sam's cock still twitching inside his hole; and how wet his ass was feeling. The only thing he found himself regretting was that this fuck was over. When Sam pulled out, Bryan felt immediately saddened. Bryan had never been one to kiss much even when turned on. But, he was so grateful for the incredible fuck he just received, he found himself kissing and tonguing Sam's mouth for minutes to follow. Somehow, the fear Bryan once felt had melted away; and a new leaf was turned. He gave in to the inevitable. Sam had successfully and fully seduced Bryan the first night they met. Bryan was just now accepting it. Bryan happily agreed to let Sam sleep next to him; only if Sam promised to wake him up in the middle of the night with another incredible and irresistible fuck. Sam did not disappoint all three times that night.

awesome story. This one quote: "He not only likes male, he lives it, craves it and is always willing to pleasure it not matter if it is human or animal." is the true definition of a boycunt, faggot whore

Met a guy on craigslist, hooked up at his condo pool changing rooms, he sucked me hard, then i bent him over the sink area and fucked a load in him, watching myself in the mirror in front of me. Creamed his hole, pulled out, pushed him down to suck my cock clean, then bent him over again and seeded him again. Made him suck me clean, then out the door i went.