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Matt walked in the door and made eye contact with Trent. "Hey, I'm Matt" "Damn Matt, you look even hotter than in your pictures." Matt blushed, trying not to show how much he liked the compliment. "Yeah, you're hot too. Nice apartment." Trent smirked. This kid was perfect. He could tell he had limited experience. Trent would enjoy corrupting his mind. "Let's get a drink and chat." Trent grabbed a couple of cokes... and his bottle of G. He sat down on the couch next to Matt. Trent said, "You want to try this? It's called G. It'll help loosen you up, get you ready. Is this your first time getting fucked bareback?" "Sure, sounds good. It's just like a shot, of like liquor?" Matt asked. "Yeah" "Yeah, this is my first time getting fucked bareback, but I've fucked one guy without a condom once it broke," Matt replied. "Nice, you'll love it. Bareback is the only way I fuck anymore," Trent added. "Yeah, thank god for prep," Matt laughed. Trent just chuckled. He started drinking his G-spiked drink and Matt followed suit. Matt, slightly nervous, chugged the rest of his drink fast, consuming the copious amounts of G that Trent had added to it. They chatted for a bit, ESPN on in the background. Trent asked Matt about school and where he wanted to go to college next year and Matt asked Trent about his work. Before he knew it Matt's head was spinning and he was feeling relaxed. "How is the G treating you?" Trent asked, his hand on Matt's thigh, fingers already within the leg holes of his shorts, fingers rubbing on Matt's thigh. "I feel good, man" and he was. He noticed Trent's hand on his leg and felt himself getting hard in his jock. Trent leaned in, kissing Matt. Matt kissed back, feeling good and relaxed and horny. Matt noticed Trent had put some porn on the television, but he wasn't sure when. Damn, he thought, "I'm a little out of it." But that thought was quickly forgotten, feeling Trent's hands groping his body, hand moving up on his thigh, feeling the bulge of Matt's jock. Matt catching glimpses of the porn on screen of two daddies fucking a young looking twink boy bareback. One even had the biohazard tattoo that Matt knew meant he has HIV+. Weirdly he felt his dick jumping thinking of that, the G dampening his inhibitions. "Fuck that's hot," Matt said aloud. Trent replied, "Let me show you this vid, it's so hot." Trent went back to kissing Matt, lifting off Matt's tank, which slipped right off. Then he removed his own shirt. Matt, half distracted by Trent, half by the TV, mind fogged up from G. Matt caught a glimpse of the TV. Saw two hot guys, clean cut studs in there twenties. He was one had a tie around his arm, and the camera focused in. Matt saw a needle go into his arm, a flash of red appeared, and then he saw the plunger go down. He half noticed Trent pulling down he shorts as he focused on the television, watching the guy who just had the needle in arm coughing and looking wide-eyed. "Fuck that looked hot," Matt thought, wondering what was in the syringe. "You think that's hot?" Trent asked. "I.. uhh yeah, what did they shoot up?" "Crystal. It's pretty hardcore, but I've heard that the sex if fucking amazing. Especially when they slam it right into their veins." Trent replied. "You ever try it?" Matt asked. "I few times, it was pretty okay." Trent said, knowing it was crucial that he remained low key about it. It was important Matt not build tina up. The more relaxed the atmosphere was, the easier Matt would be to corrupt. Trent, down on his knees, pulled Matt's cock out of the side of his jock. Matt's eyes went to the back of his head as an expert cocksucker worked on his dick. His eye were still fixed on the screening, watching the guy who had had the needle in his writher around in pleasure, looking blanked out. Before he knew it, Matt was ready to bust in Trent's mouth. He was going to warn him before he came, but it happened to fast. But Trent swallowed his entire load, without missing a beat. "Damn he thought, this kid has good tasting cum." Matt, his cock now hypersensitive, tensed up as Trent continued sucking his cock. Trent let up, and collapsed back onto the couch. Trent touch Matt's cock back into his jock, thinking about how sexy this kid looked in his blue and white stripped jockstrap. Trent decided it was about time to breakout his gear. He grabbed his equipment from his bedroom and brought it back to the couch, setting his bag down on the coffee table. Matt watched in silence as Trent took out some gear. Matt's head was still swimming from the G, making him feel numb and relaxed as well as horny. He couldn't stop thinking about playing with his hole. Matt stuck a finger in his mouth before stroking his hole with it, slowly working it in. Trent saw this out of the corner of his eye, smiling to himself, knowing the G was working beautiful. Trent pulled out a sharp from a little baggy, crumbling it up into smaller pieces as he loaded it into the bowl. Matt asked, "What it that?" "It's T. It's even better than G. It'll get you really horny and ready to fuck. It's what those guys injected in the video. Smoking it is a bit less hardcore." Trent was loving easing Matt into this. He picked up a lighter, flicked it on, and watched the crystal turn into clouds. Taking a big hit, Trent felt the hot smoke fill his lungs before blowing a thick cloud. "Fuck that's good," Trent said, enticing Matt. Trent leaned over to Matt, helping him him with the pipe and lighter. "Alright, inhale when when I say, once it heats up." Matt was nervous but pumped to try T for the first time, the G lowering any hesitation he might have otherwise had. On Trent signal he inhaled a big cloud. "Now exhale" Trent told him. "How does that feel?" Matt responded, "It feels pretty good." Matt felt a little rush, his heart beating faster, a bit of a head rush.Trent coached Matt into taking hit after hit. Afterward, Matt was feeling amazing, his heart racing, feeling this mix of pure excitement and unadulterated ecstasy, almost feeling proud and invincible. Matt wasn't sure how long he was out of it, before snapping back to attention. Looking a Trent "How do you feel?" Trent asked. "Fucking amazing man, one thousand fucking percent," Matt replied, "and so horny. But my dick is kind of soft" "Oh yeah, sometimes that happens with tina. Good thing you're the one getting fucked tonight." Trent knew he was hooked. He grabbed another shard from his bag and started working it into Matt's hole. Matt barely noticed the slight burn as he worked it in, knowing this would get the boy begging to get fucked. "You ready to get fucked, fag?" Being called a fag got Matt even more turned on. "Yes sir." Trent lubed up Matt's hole and his cock. Trent took off his pants to reveal his 8 inch cock. "Fuck," Matt thought. His cock looked even bigger now. He reached over and grabbed the poppers he had in the pockets, huffing deep preparing for Trent's cock. He could feel the head against his hole, popping in, making Matt moan like a bitch. Trent pushed Matt legs up against his chest, giving him better access to Matt's hole. He was one-third in already. Matt was taking it pretty well, huffing on a bottle of poppers every couple of seconds. His dick kept going in, further and further, finally bottoming out. "How does it feel to have raw cock up your virgin boy hole?" "Ohhhh, ffuucckk.." Matt moaned, so turned on by taking raw cock just like the thousands of porn sluts he had jerked off to in the past. "It feels so good sir." "Fuck yeah boy," Trent said, thinking how this boy was a natural sub faggot, "bet you'll only take raw cock from now on." "Oh, yes sir," and he meant it to. This was way better than any fucking he had done before. Of course, Matt knew the drugs were probably helping too. Trent pulled all the way out, seeing the gaping hole he had left behind, lubed already dripping down from his it. He slammed back into Matt hearing him gasp, his limp cock hidden in his jock pouch. Trent loved seeing a boy focused only on his hole, cock out of sight and out of mind. Unlike Matt, Trent was rock hard thanks to some viagra and his cocking on. Matt had notice the cocking earlier, and fuck did it make him desperate for Trent's cock. Matt head spinning from the drugs, poppers and the hard fuck he was receiving. He handed the poppers to Trent to put on the table behind him. Trent twisted around slightly, and Matt glimpsed a bit of a back tattoo. It was a biohazard symbol. With the T clouding his thinking, Matt didn't understand what it was for. He knew that a lot of poz guys had that tattoo but he knew Trent was on prep and neg. "Hey Trent, why do you have biohazard tat? Guys will think you're poz" Matt half chuckled. Trent leaned in, grabbing hold of trent ankles and pressing them above his head, plunging his cock back in. As he was trusting, he said, "My tat?" "Yeah, won't people thinking you're poz?" Trent continued fucking Matt, speeding up his thrusting. "I got it..." Trent was panting, "when... I..." Trent's breath was ragged, his body getting tenser "discovered...." Trent started moaning, almost gasping, "that... I... was...OOOO.. fuck... that i was poz" Trent let out, as cum erupted from his cock and into Matt's guts. Trent could see the warning lights in Matt head as his eyes went wide. "Your profile says you are neg!" "I never updated it, but I stopped taking it. Too many side effects for me. I got pozzed up a few months after that I think. Plus I think you wanted a poz load." He reached down and felt Matt's cock through his jockstrap, which was rock hard, the head popping out through the side, leaking pre. "Fuck," Matt thought, "he's right." "I bet this is the hottest sex you've ever had boy. Clearly you like taking poz loads or your cock wouldn't be rock fucking hard," Trent said. "Now look, you're free. Free from fear, able to take any load from any cock. Be the hot cumdump faggot you were meant to be." Matt's head was spinning. He knew Trent was right. But images kept flashing through his mind, of him, his teammates, other people from school, his parents, knowing that he was marked now. Part of a brotherhood of barebackers, proud poz men. He had seen the sites, images on tumblr, of proud poz men. Deep downing knowing this was what he wanted the entire time but just couldn't admit to himself. Beyond all that though, he knew right know that he had to have more cock. "Now," Trent sat down next to Matt, cum leaking out of his hole, "what do you say?" "I want more cock sir." "You perfect fucking faggot. And what about my poz load?" "Thank you for pozzing me sir; I'm a dirty cumdump who deserves to be pozzed up." "Yes you are boy, and your night is not even close to over. I'm taking you to get way more loads. After all, we need to make sure my DNA gets into your blood." Trent went into his bag. Matt saw him take out a syringe. It was a prepared point. Matt knew it was going to go in his arm, so he was a little surprised when he saw Trent put it in his arm, and pull the plunger. But then, Trent removed the point from his arm. "Now boy, this will guarantee that you get my bug in your blood. It's a mix of crystal meth and my blood. You can't have one with out the other. And I want you to beg for it." Matt wanted that point in his arm so bad. "Please sir, give me your toxic blood. Get my addicted to T." Trent found a vein, pulled back on the plunger, saw the red vial get a shade darker and then pushed down on the plunger. He saw Matt's pupils dilate, heard his breathing go ragged. Practically seeing the rush. He pulled Matt's arm up, and told Matt to cough. Matt was flying, freaked out, feeling amazing, the thought of Trent's toxic blood in his getting him hard. After letting Matt settle down, Trent told him to get dressed. "Let's go faggot. Time for you to take more AIDS cock." Trent pulled Matt to him, kissed him deeply, grabbed his gear bag, and lead Matt to out of his apartment, closing the door behind him. Then, he lead Matt to his car.

He was so right, getting fucked in the sling was amazing. I did feel like I was floating. I could close my eyes and think of nothing but his hard cock going in and out of my ass. My hole was feeling a bit used, but I loved it. "Hey," he said. I looked up at him. He was such a hot man. He had taken hi t-shirt off and he had some fur on his chest, nipple rings, tattoos from his shoulders down his arms, and another tattoo of a scorpion right under his belly button. "I love your cummy hole so much," he said. "You want another load in there? I'm getting close!" "Yes please," I gasped. Was I really begging for his load like a cum whore? I guess I was. He stepped up the speed of his strokes and started to breathe really heavily. I loved the grimaces we was making. "Here it cums! Take my raw load buddy!" he shouted out. He plunged his cock deep in my hole. I could feel it jerking inside as he loaded me up. He stayed buried balls deep inside me, smiling and panting. He looked me in the eye and said, "Buddy, I have something to tell you." "What?" "Those guys who played with you before are regulars here," he said. "I kind of figured that." "Yeah, but they have this thing they do. How shall I put it... They all three have a gift they like to share with unsuspecting guys. You know what I mean?" I must have looked confused. He said, "Okay, here's the deal. They're poz, and they love to poz other guys up in the booths." He figured I couldn't quite wrap my mind around that so he explained "You swallowed one load and took two up your ass, and they were all poz loads." I couldn't even speak. He slowly eased his cock out of my hole. "And me too," he said, "I'm poz too, so that's three poz loads in your ass today. I'm sorry, but you are such a hot guy and I love a well used hole. I figured the damage was done, right? So one more load wouldn't make much difference." "What the fuck..." I mumbled, still trying to process what he was telling me. He helped me up out of the sling and handed me my clothes. "You're a bit of a mess," he said. "I'm going to let you use the employee's restroom to get yourself cleaned up and dressed. You'll be OK." He led me to a small but clean restroom and left me in there alone. I stared at my face in the mirror. What did I just do to myself? Why would anyone do that to someone? What was I going to do? I washed up and got dressed and went out into the store. The clerk saw how stunned I still was. "Hey man, here's what you should do," he said. "After a few months get yourself tested. You never know. I got fucked by those guys many times before I tested poz. But sometimes once is all it takes." He took my arm and lead me to the door. He unlocked the door and turned the sign back to OPEN. "If you end up poz, come back and join the fun if you like. It has really liberated me and I have learned how much I love sharing my gift." He gently pushed me out the door. It took me a few minutes to remember where I had parked my car. It was 45 minutes until my meeting, so I had time to calm down. I don't remember much about that meeting, though, or my long drive home. I'm going to get tested in a few months. I don't know what I will do if I find out I am poz, but every night as I drift off to sleep I think about those loads I took in the bookstore, and each time I think about them it seems hotter and hotter. The end

I sat there for a minute or two, catching my breath and reliving what just happened. I had mixed feelings about being so slutty in a place like this, but I reasoned I should get moving, back to my house, back to my boring life with very few opportunities to enjoy myself like this. I stood up, pulled up my pants, and made my way into the main part of the book store. Coming through the curtains I heard a couple of guys talking over at the front counter. There were three guys standing there, and one was that older guy who had sort of arranged things. A guy next to him was saying, "I almost laughed out loud when you said that. Of course I'm clean. I take a shower every damn morning," and then he let out a raucous laugh. I thought I recognized his gruff voice, and then definitely recognized his black and white plaid shorts. The third guy next to him nudged him as he looked up and saw me. This was the black guy with the sunglasses who had just fucked me. All three of them were looking my way now, giving me a wide smile. My helpful older friend said, "Hey, have a great day sweetie!" and with that they all went out the door. The clerk behind the counter chuckled and shook his head. "Those guys." Then he looked up at me and said "Hi, how are you doing?" "Okay," I replied, but the clerk must have recognized the dazed expression on my face. "From the sounds of things you just has some fun," he casually commented. I didn't know what to say. He laughed. "Don't be shy, I know those guys were playing with you. They told me about it, and there's no one else back there now." I replied "Yeah, that was me." "Wait right here," he commented, adding "I'll be right back." With that he stepped from in back of the counter and went through a door marked 'Private', but returned within seconds. He then walked over to the front door, switched the sign to CLOSED and locked the door. "It is really slow in here after the lunch rush. You were dessert I guess," he laughed. "Can I show you something?" "Sure," I answered. "Come back here," he said, and led the way through the door marked 'Private'. "We're going to open this new room soon, and I want your opinion." I walked into the room. It was a square room with dark grey walls. There was a single bed with what looked like a rubber sheet, some kind of thing that looked like a padded saw horse, and in the corner there was a sling. I knew that from watching porn movies. I stepped over to it for a better look. "I have never seen one of these before," I remarked. "They are so much fun," the clerk said. "They put a man's ass at just the right height to fuck. And when you get fucked in one, you feel like you are floating in air. It's great!" "That does sound interesting." "Go ahead, jump in. Try it out for size." I turned to him and smiled, thinking to myself 'why not try it? I still have an hour and a half before I have to hit the road'. I moved toward the sling. "Wait," the guy said, "you're supposed to be naked." I stopped and took a good look at this guy. He was about 40 with a nice goatee. He wore a t-shirt and I could see tattoos on both arms. I also saw a good sized basket in his jeans. He was definitely a turn on. Raising an eyebrow he gave me a sexy lopsided smirk saying "Go ahead, it's just you and me." So I reached down to take off my shoes. I laughed at myself and how brazen I was being as I took off the rest of my clothes and tossed them over onto the bed. I sat at the end of the sling, not sure exactly how to proceed. "Just lean back," he said as he helped me get into position, positioning my hips forward enough and lifting one leg and then the other up into the stirrups hanging from the chain. "That's how these work. They put your hole in prime position." Then he looked at my exposed hole remarking "Oh my, you look just a bit tender. Does it feel OK?" he asked as he very lightly rubbed a finger over it. "Actually it feels good," I sad, and it really did. "You're dripping just a little. How many of them fucked you?" "Two of them. I sucked the other guy off." "And they fucked you bare? You Okay with that?" "Well..." I said, "I don't usually, but...." He said, "Hey man, I understand. I didn't mean to get you down. As long as you had fun." A broad smile crossed his face. His finger was still rubbing my hole, and he was getting a bit deeper. The two big loads in there were providing good lube. I let out a sigh. "You're a hot guy," he said. I think I blushed. He bent down and licked a drop of cum from my hole. He then licked some more. It felt wonderful. I sighed again and closed my eyes. His tongue dove in deeper, driving me crazy. I moaned as he ate my ass and stroked my thighs and stomach. I then felt his mouth on my cock and a finger back in my hole. His mouth came off my cock. I opened my eyes to see him coming to an upright position. As he did, I felt something enter my ass that wasn't his finger. He was fucking my well used hole. "I love fucking a cummy ass, and yours is sweet. How does it feel?" I smiled up at him answering "It feels great. Keep going!" His cock was hard as a rock and must have been eight inches long. He got into a steady rhythm of long, firm strokes. I was in heaven. More to cum...

So here I was, taking a stranger's bare cock. I had no idea what he looked like, except that I had seen that his pants were black and white plaid and, I heard his deep gruff voice mutter "Hot ass. Feels good, man." My helpful friend asked me if I heard his comment. I nodded in reply, which led him to remark "He must really love your ass." I didn't respond as I was increasingly turned on by the thought of riding raw anonymous cock, so I was focused on enjoying the moment. As I had scarcely ever fucked bare, this was an absolutely amazing experience. I found myself riding faster and harder, and the top in my hole kept pace. I could hear his breath becoming increasingly deep and ragged. "You're going to make him cum" the guy in the booth with me whispered. "Yeah!" I panted out in response. "You going to cum?" he asked the guy in the next booth. The guy just grunted louder, and I felt his cock get a bit harder. He thrust deep into my ass "Take my load, bitch!" I just backed up onto it and felt his load pulsing deep into my hole. I stayed bent over with my ass up to the glory hole until he finally pulled out. At that point I struggled to my feet and my friend inspected my ass, gave it a kiss, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. whispering "Keep that load in as long as you can. It's your prize." I smiled at his slutty suggestion. At that point he said "Sweetie, I have to go pee. Maybe I can find you some more fun." I just nodded, still breathing hard from that awesome fuck. He left the booth, and I looked down at the hole, but the other guy had left his booth. I pulled my pants up and leaned against the wall. I felt myself clenching my ass a bit, and realized I was thinking about when he said to keep the load in as long as I could. Something about that made me feel horny, and it was almost as if I could feel the cum soaking into the lining of my ass. After about two minutes I heard some low voices outside the door to my booth. The there was a gentle tap on the door. I opened it up a crack, and it was my friend back. He whispered "I found someone else who would love to fuck a well lubed hole, you interested?" "Sure, okay," I replied as a tingle went up my spine. I had never before been such an utter slut at a book store, as in the past while I had exchanged blow jobs, if I went further I had met-up somewhere else. So this was deliciously exciting. My friend said, "Well, he's right here- he hates fucking through a wall." I looked past him and saw a middle aged black guy wearing sunglasses and a tank top that showed powerful shoulders and arms. I opened the door wide and the black guy entered. My friend stepped away and winked at me. I closed the door. The black guy looked me in the eye and said "I want some of that cummy white ass." My mind was spinning from this kind of talk and action. I couldn't believe how turned on I was. I reached for the fly of his jeans and pressed my palm against his big bulge. "Let me see it" I said. He smiled and took out a nine inch uncut cock. It was beautiful. I bent down and took it into my mouth. As I did so, I heard the door of the next booth open and close, and then I heard my helpful friend's voice through the glory hole. "Suck that big black dick, sweetie." I had an audience. After a short while sucking, the black guy pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me he wanted to see my ass. He moved me around so my face was pointed at the glory hole. He pulled my pants down and examined my ass. "Does it looked well fucked?" The guy looking through the hole asked him. "Oh yeah," he answered. "You see any cum?" "Just a drop starting to escape." "Push it back in with your cock," my first friend suggested. I felt the guy's cock pushing at my hole. He pushed in just a bit, then pulled out and swirled it around my hole, then pushed in again. "Got that all cleaned up," he said and then he just pushed in slowly all the way. I heard my friend chuckle. That thick cock entered my ass slowly. All the lube and cum from that first fuck helped it slide in easily. But it was a bit bigger around, so I di feel a bit of stretch. I let out a satisfied sigh, and he started to gradually fuck in and out. I knew the other guy was still watching, although he could really only see my face near the glory hole. Then I saw his nice cock come through. I needed no encouragement to start sucking on it. He was stroking his own cock and letting me suck on the head of it. Meanwhile, the black guy grabbed me firmly by the hips He started fucking my ass like he meant business. My friend would pull his cock out of my mouth and jerk himself off, then let me suck on it for a while. This big cock in my ass was plowing me harder and harder. I could hear sloppy sounds from him fucking the first guy's load into me. My first friend, who had been so helpful talking me into taking that first cock and finding this second guy to fuck me, he was jerking himself off furiously. He then said "Swallow my load, sweetie." The guy behind me said "Are you feeding him your cum?" He was. It was a hot tasty load, even though his cock never got fully hard in my mouth. He replied "Fuck yes, swallow it!" The black guy fucked me harder than ever and groaned loudly. "Take my jizz, bitch!" he hissed out as he kept slamming into me. I swallowed the whole load of my friend, and the guy fucking me left his cock buried deep. He stood there and let out a low laugh. He pulled me upright against his chest, cock still inside my ass. He wrapped his arms around my chest and whispered in my ear, "I hope you like it, slut." He zipped up and left the booth. I sat down on the seat and noticed my friend had left his booth, too. More to cum...

Matt quickly changed in the locker room having just finished practicing for the day. He had played soccer since before he could remember, and it had made his body into something incredible. He was toned and muscular from spending his mornings lifting at the gym but leaner than most of his buddies who played football due to all the running he did in practice. Matt loved looking at himself in the mirror, taking shirtless pics of himself. He'd due a set of pushups and then some crunches right before to highlight his chest and abs. He loved how he looked in those pictures. He put a bunch of them online, though all with his head cropped out. He'd put his pics on reddit or on an anonymous tumblr page he had made. He loved seeing the responses. Guys begging for more, asking him for nude pics and for him to show his face. He had responded to a couple of request with some headless nude pics, his cock sticking straight up against his abs. He even posted one of himself in his underwear, with his face showing. It didn't take long before he saw his pic on every other twink or jock-themed tumblr page. At first it freaked him out to be exposed like that, but after a few weeks he realized that either no one from his high school was likely to see it. He got in his car and began his drive home. The route was so familiar to him that he barely needed to focus on it. As usual, Matt started fantasizing. He had known he was gay for years, and had come to embrace it. As soon as he turned 18 he had explored grindr and scruff. Luckily for him, Matt lived right outside of Houston, so it was easy for him to drive into the city for a day where plenty of guys were available. This was a nice setup. It allowed Matt to disappear into the city to find guys to mess around with. It would have been more convenient to just search for guys near his hometown, but Matt wanted to remain discreet about being gay, at least until he went to college the next year. He and some of his buddies on the soccer team had, of course, jerked off in the same room together from time to time, but they all identified as straight. They always watched straight porn. Little did the know that Matt was usually getting of to watching them jerk and not whatever was playing on the computer. Matt pulled into his driveway. As usual, the house was empty. Matt was the youngest of four kids and his sisters and brother were all in college or had jobs. This left him and his parents, who were typically gone on work trips or vacation. Matt enter the house and went up to his room. He got undressed and stepped into the shower. It felt so good to get clean after practice. In addition to being done for the day, it was Friday and Monday was a holiday. This meant no school or practice for three whole days. Matt had already decided what he was going to do this weekend. He had blown off plans with a few of his soccer buddies and lied to Megan, who was always trying to flirt with him, about being out of town for the weekend. Instead of hanging out with friends, he was going to hookup at as much as possible this weekend. And, he was even more excited about the new site he was using. Stepping out of the shower, Matt toweled himself off and looked into the mirror. He could see that his dark blond hair was beginning to get lighter in color from spending so much time outside at practice under the summer sun. That, along with his blue eyes and lean, muscular body made him really popular with the girls at school. Matt definitely like all the attention that brought him. He grabbed his phone and took a few pictures of himself. A few with the towel around his waist, then a few more without the towel. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a jockstrap. It was a dark blue and white Addicted brand jockstrap that he had order online with a few others. He told his dad he needed them for working out, and his dad even lent him his card to make the purchase. Matt laughed thinking what if his dad really knew what he was using them for. He took a few more pictures in the mirror and finally thought he had enough for his profile. Matt grabbed his laptop and upload the pics from his phone. He was hands were shaking with excitement as he logged on to his new site, bbrt. He put his new pics on his profile, replacing the stand-in he had placed earlier when making the account. Matt was excited about using bbrt. For the past half year using grindr, he had met a lot of hot guys and had some fun times. Always responsible and always with condoms. But he had started noticing that the porn that turned him on the most was bareback. In fact, Matt had noticed that he couldn't get off to porn with condoms. It just came to seem unnatural, artificial and boring. At first, Matt felt guilty, especially after nutting. He knew that bareback was risky. But he figured that it was only porn, right? So as long as he was safe in real life all was good. But he noticed that the initial thrill of hooking up was wearing off as well. It was still fun, but it didn't compare to the first time he had driven into the city and met a sexy college student to fuck for the first time. It wasn't until two months ago that he realized what was missing. He was fucking a guy in his apartment somewhere near 410 when the condom broke. Matt, realizing this, told his fuckbudd, pulled out, and reached for a new condom. But the guy told him to keep fucking him raw. Hearing that sent Matt into overdrive. Fucking bareback, the feeling of his cock raw in a strangers ass, Matt could barely hold back. He lasted for only a few more minutes before blowing his load. From then on, Matt had been exclusively fantasizing about bareback sex. At first the idea steel made him feel anxious. However, he stumbled upon a few site where guys talked openly about fucking bareback and how it was possible to minimize risk. Only fucking with someone you know and trust, monogamy, get tested, prep, etc. This help Matt get past some of his fear. So, he had signed up on bbrt, looking for guys who were neg and on prep. Matt figured if they were on prep, they were protected, meaning so was he. Once that idea took hold, Matt was ready to fuck bareback. He especially wanted to get fucked bareback. Daily practice with a dildo while watching porn had really turned him onto getting fucked. Matt started scrolling through the site, looking for guys. He noticed a lot of sexy daddy types. Something about them got Matt boned. One, who must have been in his fifties, had pierced nipples and a pierced cock. The image of getting fucked by him in his parents bed flashed through his mind and got Matt really fucking horny. He came across some other guys, with a surprising amount of guys in their twenties. Matt didn't think bb had become so widespread. He sent off a few messages before closing his laptop and going downstairs for something to eat. Matt returned around an hour later to find half a dozen messages in his inbox. One guy, TrenT26raw, looked promising. He looked like he could be 30, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. A very clean cut look, with short hair. Profile stating he was "neg + prep." He had a nice variety of photos, one full nude, some of him shirtless, a few fully clothed ones with him and some friends at a bar. He had a couple of tats, one on his arm and another on his chest. He seemed really easy going and laid back. They exchanged numbers and sent a few more pics. Matt sent him some full body ones of himself, naked and in his jock, face smiling at the camera. He sent Matt a few. They started making plans. He could host and was free tonight, which was perfect. Matt quickly hoped in the shower, getting his hole ready. He was shaking from excitement. He decide to wear just a tank, soccer shorts and my jockstrap. He put on some kicks, and was on the road within 10 minutes. On the way over, Matt stopped by an adult bookstore to buy a bottle of poppers, knowing it would help loosen him up. 30 minutes later Matt was at the door, knocking. The door opened up and Matt walked inside.

I was working out of town one day. I helped out with a presentation in the morning, but was not needed until a meeting at 3:00 P.M., so I found myself driving around the small city where we were making a business presentation. I grabbed lunch, and afterwards decided to do some shopping. After walking around a bit and looking at various stores, I turned a corner and saw a small, somewhat dumpy looking adult book store. Of course I decided to step in to check it out, thinking perhaps I'd get lucky, and be able to connect with some guy and suck his cock. The store was small full of the usual porn and sex toys. There was a curtain at the back with a sign over it that sad "Viewing Booths $5." I went to the counter and paid my $5. The clerk smiled and said "Have fun." I stepped through the curtain and saw the usual line of booths. There were a couple of guys in there just hanging around, and the red indicator light over a couple of the booths told me at least a few booths were occupied by a guy who was watching porn. I stepped into an empty booth, peeked through the glory hole, but there was no one in the next booth. I punched the buttons next to the video screen to find a movie that interested me. After watching for a couple of minutes, I heard the door of the next booth open and close. I bent over and saw someone had indeed entered the booth, and that he was standing there groping himself. After a few seconds, he also bent over and checked-out the booth where I was located. Seeing me, he stood up and unzipped his fly, pulling-out a nice long cock which he slowly stroked. I stuck a couple of fingers through the gloryhole and gestured to him. He took the hint, and his cock slowly emerged through the opening. It was nice and long and on the thick side, but it was only about half hard. I stroked it for a few seconds before bending over for a taste. I got it all down my throat and I could hear him moan quietly, but it wasn't getting any harder. He pulled his cock back through and whispered through the hole "Can I come over?" "Sure," I replied, unlocking the door. Seconds later I heard a light tap on my door, and upon opening it, a nice looking older guy came in. "Sorry my cock isn't hard," he quietly remarked, and then asked to see mine. I stood up and he sat on the seat and started to play with my cock. "You like to get sucked?" he asked. I nodded, and he started to stroke my dick and lick the head. I closed my eyes and let him start to suck me for real. It felt wonderful. I heard the door of the booth he had left open and close, but I didn't pay much attention. My cocksucker was very talented and seemed to be really enjoying himself. Then he stopped sucking and looked up at me. He said "Someone is watching us" and smiled at me, indicating the glory hole. He gently turned me toward the hole and pushed me so my cock went through. I felt another warm mouth on my cock, and the guy with me said "I have never seen you before." "I'm from out of town," I explained. He responded with a chuckle saying "We love fresh meat here." He was rubbing my lower back and ass, and gently pulled at me so my cock came back out of the glory hole. He started sucking it again, looked up at me and asked "Are you negative?" "Yes," I quietly replied. "Huh?" he asked. "Yes, I'm negative," I replied, this time a bit more loudly. "You can't be too careful in these places" he said with a smile. He got back to his wonderful, slow sucking, and he stuck a finger through the hole. A really nice thick hard cock was sliding into sight. He started to stroke it while he sucked me. I also reached down to feel it, and as I did so, my cocksucker undid my belt and pants and let them drop to the floor. "Suck on it," he encouraged, so I gladly bent down to do just that. While I was bent over, he checked-out my bare ass, found my hole and rubbed a finger on it. This really turned me on, especially when he moved into position so he was directly behind me at which point he began kissing and rimming my ass. Involuntarily I moaned, as I loved the twin sensation of sucking on a big hard cock in my mouth as another man's tongue worked my hole. He said "I think you're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" I made a muffled response as my mouth was still full of cock. "Do you like to get fucked?" he asked. I made the same muffled response, hoping he would understand I had answered 'yes', but no such luck. "Huh?," he asked. I backed off the cock I was sucking and replied "Yes, I love to get fucked." The guy in the next booth heard me and let out a grunt of approval. The man with me dove back into my hole with his tongue deep like he was very turned on by my answer. He then pulled me away from the other guy's cock, and whispered through the gloryhole "Do you want to fuck my friend?" "Fuck yeah!" the other guy replied. "Do you have a condom?" The guy in the next booth answered "Nope." It turned-out none of us was carrying a condom, and honestly, I, at least, had not really expected things to go in this direction. In any event, the guy slipped a finger into me and was vigorously fucking me with one, then two fingers. I was getting really turned on by this scene, even if the finger fucking was a little rough, especially as I could feel his fingernails. "Take it easy, man," I asked. "Okay," he replied, even as he acknowledged the obvious, "sorry, no one has a condom." Then he leaned over to the glory hole and asked in a whisper "Are you clean?" "Yes" the guy whispered back. Then the finger-fucker looked up at me as if to ask "Well?" He continued finger fucking my hole, going a little rough again. I really needed that hot cock inside me, so I turned around. "I have some lube," my new friend said, and he pulled out a tube of lube and greased the big cock up. He helped me maneuver and lined my hole up with the cock. I slowly backed up onto it. It felt great! More to cum...

In my experience, poppers are always most potent when the bottle is first opened. Depending on how long you keep the bottle and how many times you've opened it (over the course of days/weeks), the potency degrades noticeably, although perhaps not completely. Usually by the time you get to the final 1/4 of the bottle, it's probably time for a new one. Poppers, in essence, do go stale. The other thing I've noticed is that (at least in the U.S.) the formulations have changed repeatedly. From what I've read, poppers are in a gray zone, legally, and have to be reformulated each time the then current formula is made illegal. It's also possible, if you're using them often, that you're developing enough of a tolerance that the initial rush you've experienced is not as pronounced as it was when you first tried them. My sense is that the poppers available today are not quite as amazing as those that I first experienced a decade or so ago. But, I still enjoy them, especially when they're fresh. It's a shame, though, that our enjoyment of poppers (and so many other things) is held hostage by know-nothings that make it their business to ban them, but that's the all-too-hypocritical nature of the world we live in.

Apart from being on PrEP, I think that expecting to stay HIV-neg while having unlimited and unrestrained anonymous sex in bathhouses and hook-ups is quite unrealistic. Anonymous sex is special, and for me the most powerful form of sexual experience. It allows me to realize fantasies, fetishes and role playing situations that become difficult to replay once I get to know the partners. That's why encounters with any long-term fuck-buddies have been 100% anonymous using a gloryhole. But I'm aware that by engaging in anonymous sex I'm implicitly giving consent to others to also realize their own fantasies, their own fetishes and their own role playing situations where I'm just an object to them. I was once visiting a large city and announced my visit in one of my profiles. A local guy contacted me because he really liked the idea of finding me blindfolded on my bed and then give me a good fuck and breeding. My profile said "bottom, HIV-" and his said "versatile, HIV-" so I never discussed HIV status with him. We had sex as described and even texted me 3 days later to do it again. I returned to the city a few months later and contacted him again to see if I could get him to breed me again. He then told me that he was really a bottom and that he topped me just because he was too turned-on by the anon scene. He also told me that he was poz, not on Meds and that he never told me because he thought I was poz just because I wanted anonymous sex. I would never blame anyone but myself even if posex from anon stealthing. I also think that intentional pozing is not very common. Some stealthing situations could be when poz men in a bathhouse feel the need to ignore their HIV+ status. I'm not poz but it must get tiring to have to always disclose HIV status before sex so I can imagine how freeing must anon encounters feel. I personally think that poz guys need a space where they can feel free from having to deal with poz status. For that reason I have no problem with guys stealthing in anon situations. "So yeah, what to do?" I guess, trying to limit the risk because the risk is inevitable.

The Hunt (Part 6) I have been waiting for the chance to fuck this boy ‘up’ for a long time. Ever since I laid my eyes on this cute twink a couple of weeks ago. And now I was kneeling in front of his tight hole and tried to tear his cunt walls with my fingernails. Jason moaned loudly. “Ouch – that hurts”, he complained. “You are a tight bitch” I told him. And that was the truth, but I wanted to conceal the truth, that I was actually scraping his instestinal walls. “So good and tight” I whispered. I heard Jason sniffing at the poppers bottle again. He relaxed his asshole and gave me the opportunity to reach even deeper into his body. I squeezed his little balls with my free hand. “Are you ready to get fucked you little punk?” I asked him playfully. I stood up and looked at my young victim, jerking off my cock slowly. Softly I poked against his entrance with it. Jason’s eyes were closed. He nodded and told me to fuck him hard. “Don’t be too nice to me” he groaned. “I won’t” I replied and I meant it. I would destroy his little hole. My dick was leaking with precum. I pushed harder against his hole and although I knew this would hurt… ME… extremely I roared like a lion while slamming my cock into his prepared and yet unlubed twat. Jason howled in agony while his ass took my entire length in one hard stroke. “Yeah man…. that’s it. Fuck me hard. Make me enjoy the ride” the clueless 18 year old, ‘always faithful’ bottom boy moaned. “Yeah boy – I’m gonna give it to you…. good… you little tramp”, I hissed. Slowly I pulled my fucktube out of his narrow passage, just to slam it back into his ass again. Like a rabbit I started to piston inside his pussy. All of the sudden his arse tightened deliciously and with fear in his eyes he asked me about the condom. “Are you wearing a rubber?” he asked me. “Fuck “ I answered. “I totally forgot – I just was so horny for your hole” I answered him, while still staying in fucking gear and pacing up to hit his deepest possible point. “What now…. are you….. healthy….?” he asked me kind of breathless. “Of course man….. don’t worry about it, but if you want me to, I am totally into safe sex also, so it wouldn’t be a problem for me to fuck you with a condom” I lied to him. All the while I was still fucking him in long hard strokes. “Would you mind?” he asked me with a puppy look on his face. I smiled broadly and answered him that it was really not a problem. “Safety comes first!” I added. And so I was stabbing my dick four more times deeply into his ass and then pulling it out unceremoniously. Jason sighed deeply. He urged me to hurry and asked about the condom. I implied that I took it from the table, as we left the living room. The truth was, that I had my own ‘prepared’ condom in my pocket and this condom would not survive the aggressive sexual act. The condoms reservoir had been cut away before. So while I was standing at the end of the sling I opened the newly ‘sealed’ condom. He couldn’t see from this point of view the package. While I enrolled the condom onto my dick I walked to his side, so he had a better view, that we actually were engaging now in a safe mode. Holding the tip of the condom with one hand and hiding away the damage this way, I was enrolling the thing with my other hand. Jason was satisfied. He laid back and sniffed again at his poppers. ‘Stupid bitch’ I thought and went back to work. “Can’t we use some lube?” Jason asked me nicely. “Your cock rips me apart, I can’t really enjoy the fucking, because it hurts so much”. I spit on his hole and used some spit on my dick and told him this was ‘all the lube’ he was getting. “You got to understand – I fuck to feel good myself. This is not about your orgasm, it is about mine”. And with that I rammed my rod back into poor little Jason who seemed to surrender to my battering ram. “Stop complaining about your pain….. and start giving me pleasure….” I snarled dangerously. Bam Bam Bam…. I went back into combat mode and fucked his boyhole even harder. Now my first goal was to rid this already busted condom. This went on for several minutes. I pulled my cock out almost completely to check the status of the condom. After a while I could see my prick head was free again and with that knowledge I hammered away lustfully, into this beautiful boy butt. I enjoyed the fuck even more, now that I saw the condom rolling up to the end of my shaft. Whenever I pulled out, I saw some red streaks along my cock. Jason seemed to be bleeding inside his hole. My cock tingled excited. “Oh fuck” I looked terrified at Jason. “What is it?” he asked me, staring at me. “I fear the condom broke” I was cursing under my breath. “Oh no – when did it happen?” he asked almost weeping. I told him that I had no idea, but since I played it always safe and that I was positive about my status, I convinced him it would make no difference now. I would take care of him. I smiled warmly at Jason and he started playing with his nipples moaning loudly. “Then go on – give me your big cock. Seed my hole with your hot cum” he demanded. Of course I did not object. The young cunt was begging for my toxic seed literally and I was willing to share….

This is erotic fiction written by me. I have more chapters to come. ________________________________________________________________________________ The Broken Jock by @ButtB4iGo Part 1 As a horny young man in his mid-20s, I had been raging for sex. But I was a good young gay and had mostly just adhered to the idea that "safer sex" with condoms with a few top men I knew and liked, was the only kind of sex a 21st century submissive boy could ever hope to experience. That all changed for me about four weeks ago. My name is Adam and I play shortstop for a gay softball team in San Francisco. While I'm a stocky kind of guy, I actually preferred sports that didn't utilize large builds as much. I mainly played baseball in high school and water polo in the fall instead of football, even though every year, the football coach would try to recruit me for my blocking potential. My senior year, my water polo coach yelled at him for that. Coach Pfeiffer needed my arm in the pool to make goals. Coach had a crush on me, too. I could tell. We never did anything—we couldn't—but he enjoyed being around me. He was good looking, gruff and sweet; he had a wife and family, too. But he lingered when looking at me. Once in the locker room, he stretched out a five-minute conversation with me to 15 just so that he could spend some time with me in my drying Speedos. And, while I was a virgin just trying to figure out how to exist in the closet, I loved having his advice, his attention, his adoration. While stocky, I have a naturally fit body. I am young, and have a good Germanic face with brown eyes and blonde hair. At 25, I have been feeling like I was at my prime and needed to start using my looks and my good body to get laid a lot more than I was. And, being a submissive bottom, I was yearning to take a few more risks than I have allowed for before. So, one Saturday evening, after a softball tournament, instead of going out to the Castro to celebrate with the team, I went directly to the darkest leather bar I knew of without changing out of my uniform. I hung out by the pinball machine with an ice cold beer. I played a couple games of pinball as men began crowding the bar for the evening. As I played, I occasionally felt hands on my ass, which got me hard immediately. I decided earlier that day to let assertive men take advantage of my submissiveness in the bar. These men seemed to already know that they could take liberties with me as a couple of them put a hand down the back of my uniform pants to give my hole a good goose, something my jock strap provided easy access for. After an anonymous man thrust his groin against my butt causing the pinball machine to tilt, I wasn't mad. I turned around to find a couple of grinning, cigar smoking older men in their 60s standing right behind me. Each had bulging erections in their jeans. The older one, Phil, bought me beer. For a couple hours, they both chatted me up and groped me through my softball uniform to see how I'd react. I just answered their questions, like how our team did in the tournament, as they took turns feeling me up. I loved the attention these much older me were showering on me. It reminded me of Coach Pfeiffer. How Coach probably wanted to interact with me in this way while talking to me and asking me questions while my ass and junk filled out those McKinley High red Speedos. After about thirty minutes of playing with me, the two men simultaneously put my hands over their crotches so that I could feel their hard cocks through the soft denim of their pants. The silver-haired daddy, Phil, who I learned was 72, then said something to his friend, Ron, that I couldn't hear. Ron smiled under his dark mustache, nodded and turned to invite me to Phil's apartment for drinks. I nodded and gulped down the rest of my beer. In the taxi, I sat between the two men in the back seat. Both had their hands on my thighs. The silver daddy leaned over to my ear and asked me if I liked getting fucked. Thinking of the condom-sheathed fuck I last had with a 30-year-old fuck buddy about three months ago, I told him yes. Then he told me that he was going to call his friend Hank to come over, too. I made no remark to that, and prepared myself to let go; submit myself to these men over twice my age, and whatever they had in mind. So far, I've only had two boyfriends and about five fuck buddies with the oldest being 32. It was an intense feeling, letting go—an electric energy that urged for more. The men worked fast. When we got to Phil's apartment and stepped just inside the door from the outer hallway, the two men grabbed me and pulled down my softball uniform pants and told me to bend over the railing just inside the entry way. I bent over and saw that the four condoms that I had put in my back pocket had fallen out and onto the floor when the men yanked my pants down. Without warning, Ron pushed his raw cock up my asshole while the older man, Phil, stepped around to my head and pushed his giant cock into my mouth as I struggled to keep my balance. He told me to breathe through my nose, and then pushed farther in, his large mushroom-shaped cock head knocking against the entrance to my throat. Both were loudly saying "Fuck yeah!" "Take it, boy!" and "Damn!" as they spit-roasted me, not even knowing that I have never before been fucked this way, and by strangers, and without using condoms. Previously, I had even made my two former boyfriends wear condoms when they fucked me. Neither mentioned the condoms on the floor, even though they saw them spill out from my pocket. Instead they began their bareback assault on me. After all the groping and prodding, the men just assumed they could take that liberty, too. Best as I could, I accommodated the two raw cocks that were now invading my body, submitting to unprotected sex for the first time. I heard moans and grunts coming from the two men. Ron kept pushing his cock into my tight hole and was roughly trying to fuck my ass as much as he could without lube. "You like raw cock, boy?" he grunted. I gagged on Phil's cock in my feeble attempt to answer, but I instinctively opened up my throat enough to take the large head into my throat. Phil moaned, "Ah, I just entered his throat, Ron." "It sure didn't take long for you to get in balls deep. I'm not having the same success on this end. This boy is super tight!" Frustrated that the dry fuck wasn't happening as easily as he had hoped, Ron pulled out and went to the kitchen for something. My hole was a little soar from Ron's dry assault, but Phil grabbed my hair and began deep fucking my throat. "Choke on it, boy. Come on. Breathe through your nose!" Ron came back a few minutes later and used his finger to lube my hole up better with Vaseline. "We're only using the best vintage lube on this boy hole." "Are you using my stuff, too?" Phil asked him as he bucked into my throat repeatedly. His cock got very rigid after asking that question, and I could feel the pulsing in my mouth that was making his dick bigger. "Yep," said Ron. "I just had a feeling this big jock boy was going to let one of us bareback him at some point tonight. I'm going to put it in now. Spread your legs boy! More!! Good thing we left it out to thaw." Soon I felt a small hard nub enter my sphincter, and then cool liquid being shot inside my hole, and I heard Phil say, "Is it all in?" "Almost..." said Ron. "Fuck yeah, boy!" Phil growled as Ron finished loading my hole with the fluid and then spanked me hard. I flinched and almost fell over. Phil went on to say, "That's a collection of three weeks of my sperm lining your hole right now. I keep my very own sperm bank just to lube up tight boy holes like yours. Damn, Ron! Hold him down. I need to be the one to fuck that shit in good." With Phil's collected loads now inside me, I was delirious with the thought of having my first breeding, and from an older man I just met at a bar. He's not even a boyfriend! I wasn't the "good gay boy" anymore. I was being irresponsible with my body, dangerous. But the feeling of having sperm in my ass for the first time made me feel owned… and free, and I surrendered fully. Phil, even without knowing that he was initiating me into whoredom, was doing everything he could to intensify this new experience for me. He pulled his cock out of my throat and got behind me. I was looking at the spilled unopened condoms on the floor when I felt his large cock head pop into my hole, and Phil pushed. With my hole lubed up with his thawed cum and the oil-based lube, it slid slowly in to my still tight hole, and he went all the way, balls deep. I was trying to take it all but it was a lot of dick. I flinched again and Ron got in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders to keep me in place. "Damn! You're all in! Fuckin' hot!" said Ron, who then grabbed a brown bottle and a rag from somewhere and told me to suck his dick. He pushed his cock into my mouth. Being the submissive boy, I sucked Ron's dick like a real cocksucker. The intensity of this sexual experience required my full submission: I needed to do whatever I could to please these men! Phil was still balls deep and coaching me to relax, "You've got a vice grip on my cock, boy! But I gotta to fuck my seed in." "This'll help." Ron all of a sudden pulled his cock out of my mouth and pushed my head down into a handkerchief doused with a strong scented fume. "Breathe this in, you'll be alright," he coached. "Start fuckin' that boy hole, Phil. Open it up" Phil started fucking me hard as I inhaled my first ever hit of poppers. As the buzz of sex got stronger, I was able to allow my hole to be invaded more fully by Phil's cock. It hurt at first, but the buzz and Ron's coaching helped me relax my hole for Phil to take his boy's ass for good. "Take another, boy. We need that hole open," Ron urged. After my second hit, I was lit, and Ron shoved his cock back into my mouth. While Ron fucked my throat and made me suck his cock head off and on, Phil kept long dicking me for about 20 minutes, repeatedly telling me how he was nailing his seed into me, and how I needed his hot live load up in there, too. "Gonna fucking breed you full of swimmers, boy," I heard him grunt with each thrust as he worked to unload in me. "Here it is, boy. Fuuuuuuuck!" In the cold cum, I easily felt new warmth inside my once sperm-virgin hole as I took my first live cum load. After he finished breeding me, Phil tried fucking his load in more, but his cock was too sensitive after cumming. That's when I heard a voice behind us say, "Let me drill that hole for awhile." That must be Hank. "Do it, man," said Ron with his cock still lodged in my throat. "No condoms tonight. We somehow found this hot jock boy at the club, got our raw dicks inside him, poppered him up, and now he's taking multiple loads up his ass." Hank gave a hearty chuckle and reached between my open legs and put his hand inside the crotch of my jock strap and felt my hard dick and all the precum I had leaked in there. I heard Hank say, "I brought my old pal Charlie with me. He's into milking cum outta the boys I fuck. Come on over here, Charlie, and have seat under the boy. He's already got a jock full of precum for you." Charlie got under my legs. He was bald, and looked to be about 90, but he moved my jock pouch over and started sucking my cockhead, and milking my shaft with his hand. My precum pumped out onto his lapping tongue. And Charlie exclaimed, "Ah, boy, you've got a sweet tap on you! Give Ol' Chuck all that you've got." Charlie began to suck my dick in ways that encouraged my precum to ooze out for him. I was getting used fully by these old men. Fuck yes! As Hank teased my now open wet hole with what felt like a small hard metal object, Ron pushed the poppers under my nose again. "I'm gonna take this hole, boy," Hank taunted. Again, I inhaled Ron's poppers and my head spun as Hank pushed against my wet hole. "That's it, open up for my raw dick." I felt the hard thing enter my hole and then Hank's hard cock followed. "That's a big P.A. you got on you, Hank. Damn hot!" Ron's cock was in my throat again and he put down the poppers. Hank fucked slow at first. "Damn that's a good hole! How many loads are in 'em?" I felt Phil's cool cum running down my left leg as Hank pumped more cock inside. "Twelve. All mine!" Phil chuckled. "You used your stash. Damn, that's hot! So my load is going to make this an official gangbang breeding of a this hot jock cum whore by us granddads." Little do they know that Hank will only be the second man to ever shoot his sperm load into my hole at all. In my head, I acknowledge that I'm begging for it from a man I haven't even seen before. At that thought, I pumped a good amount of precum into Charlie's mouth and he mmmm'ed. This "faceless" man continued to fuck my hole with the encouragement of Phil and Ron for about 15 minutes. His P.A. was hitting my prostate perfectly and it made me moan and squirm. "I'm close," said Hank. "I'm glad this one's taking loads because there's no way I'm pulling out of this tight hole." Hank came with a yell and I felt the blast hit my gut and warm it. That's when Ron pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, "Ahhh, I'm going to come soon, but I want that hole." Hank finished unloading in my hole as Ron came around to my ass. Hank pulled his hard cock and P.A. out of my hole and Ron immediately replaced it with his. "Damn, I almost came in his mouth!" Ron lamented. "I need to breed willing young jock ass when I can get it." Ron fucked in and out hard, but then he slowed and I soon felt his cock throb and felt the warmth again. He didn't make any vocal noises. He's a stealther, I've heard. A younger guy pulled me aside at the bar warned me that he got stealthed by the man I was hanging with. He told me that a week prior, Ron had fucked him using one of the five condoms the guy had brought over to Ron’s place. But then Ron asked the guy to stay the night. Early in the morning while the guy was sleeping, Ron had rolled him over and entered him again. The young guy said that he knew that they had talked about using condoms and had done so earlier, so he just assumed Ron would have been a gentleman and put one on before waking him with a cock pushing into his gut. But, Ron had not put on a rubber before the early morning fuck. He just barebacked the guy without telling him and quietly unloaded inside him. I thanked the guy for warning me. But that story had me rock hard. And that is just like how Ron, the third man to ever bareback and breed me, came inside of me… stealthily without a sound. When Ron pulled out of me, Phil pushed his re-erected cock back inside me and asked Charlie if he was getting any cum out of me. He mumbled yes as he sucked and pumped my rock hard dick. As he worked his mouth and tongue on my young, sensitive circumcised cock head, it throbbed and pushed out more precum for him to swallow. While Charlie suckled me, Phil pulled me up to speak in my ear: "Feel my dick and all the sperm inside you, boy? You have four old men using up that sweet jock ass and cock. You like being used, don't you, boy." When he said those words, I felt Charlie suck harder to take more of my precum, I couldn't hold back any longer, I was close. "You let us all take what we want, boy. Let Charlie have your sweet young load." When he said that, I blew my load violently into Charlie's mouth, trembling with my chest once again against railing. My still shoed feet were lifted off the floor as Charlie's upper arms and face pushed my ass up to try get more of my cock in his mouth as he drained me of cum. Charlie kept sucking my sensitive cock head making me squirm while I was bent over, my ass still skewered on Phil's 72-year-old cock. As Charlie saw how I squirmed he only sucked more. As my sensitivity wained, I opened my eyes to see that a hand, probably Hank's, was jacking Charlie off. Phil fucked into my hole and said, "I'm not done with your hole yet, boy, stay put." Phil started to drill my hole again to breed another load into me. But Charlie was cumming now and Hank said, "Shoot your load in my hand, Chuck, and we'll see to it that your load gets inside the boy. That's it, Charlie, give this big beautiful jock boy a big load." Charlie did cum in a huge load that streamed easily into Hank's palm. A minute later, Charlie said he was done cumming and slipped out from under me. Phil pulled his cock out of my ass, and said "Massive load! We gotta get all that inside him." I closed my eyes and felt Charlie's seed being dumped on my hole while some fingers quickly pushed it all just inside my open sphincter. "Fuck yeah! Lube my cock up with it, too. That's it. Here you go, boy." Phil pushed his cock into my hole balls deep and the men cheered. "Fuck yeah! You ever get bred by a 89-year-old cocksucker before, boy? Damn that's good stuff." That made Charlie the fourth man to ever have his sperm up my ass. Phil proceeded to punch fuck my hole with his rigid mushroom-shaped cock head about 100 times and then slammed his full rod all the way into me to unload his second load of his "swimmers" into my hole. The other men left as Phil huffed and puffed over my spent body. After about 15 minutes, he pulled out, and I stood up. "Damn, boy, we fucked you up tonight! Such a sweet hairy, jock ass you're letting us all use here. Here's my number. Text me the next time you want men inside you. I nodded, "Yes, sir," as took the card and pulled up my pants. As I tucked in my jersey, I saw Phil pick up the unopened condoms off the floor. He stuffed them to my back pocket grinning, "Don't forget these, boy," and slapped my ass. My hole felt bruised, wet, and empty in my cab ride back to my place. I got hard thinking about what had just happened to me. Then I immediately got my phone out and texted Phil: Me: "Thanks for the fuck, Daddy. U guys got my bareback cherry back there. Only used condoms before tonight. It was hot! Thx. —Adam" Phil: "Nice! Hank, especially, will like hearing that. Was just on the phone with him. He went on and on about your hole! LOL. Maybe next time, you'll meet him. Anytime, boy. I'm happy to have you …and your bareback cherry."

Before I tell you how I got pozzed, a little background is in order. I grew up without my father, and when I met my best friend in high school, his Dad somewhat adopted me as a son. Naturally we were both gay but, for some reason, my buddy Zach was pretty timid about trying anal sex. I knew he really wanted it but I couldn't get him over the edge. Then one weekend around the end of our senior year, not long after we turned 18, Zach's Daddy caught the two of us 69ing. Well, it turn out Dad was also gay, and he could recognize a couple of born pussy bottom boys when he saw them, so Dad became the one to pop both our cherries, explaining that it was the job of a boy's ass to take man cock, and that a good pussy boy always took it raw. Zach was more than a little scared his first time, actually crying and begging Daddy to stop, but Daddy knew what was best for his sons and firmly shoved his cock inside Zach, after which Zach's ass loosened up a bit and his inner pussy boy came out. By the time Daddy was done with us we both loved having his cock inside us and we had both been converted into proper raw bottom pussy boys. After this we were banned from wearing clothes in the house and ordered to keep our holes ready for Daddy to fuck at all times. Daddy knew that two horny pussy boys like us needed a regular dose of man spunk up our holes and encouraged us to seek out other men to provide it. In addition, Daddy argued we had a duty to offer our bodies for the pleasure of other men. Both Zach and I bought his argument, after all what else is a pussy boy for do? The only problem was the issue of HIV. After all those health classes warning about always using condoms, etc., Zach especially was reluctant to take any cock that came his way - even if it was what we both really wanted to do. Then I discovered the whole bug chasing scene and found that getting pozzed was becoming more and more exciting to me. I also rationalized that once I was pozzed (or at least willing to get pozzed) I could fully release my inner pussy boy and take as much man cock in my ass as I could find. Several months after Daddy broke us in he got sick for a week or so and stopped fucking us. Zach really missed his Daddy's big nine inch fuck tool and the intimacy that came from getting fucked by his father. We really wondered what was going on when, after recovering from the flu, Daddy did not resume fucking us. Knowing Daddy liked taking raw cock I started wondering if he'd been pozzed. So one day when Daddy and I were alone, I screwed up my courage and asked him and he answered that yeah, sure enough, he had gotten pozzed after a night at the baths. I told Daddy my thoughts of being pozzed and how I thought it would liberate Zach and me in our quest to be full blown pussy boys. In addition I argued if Zach and I did as Daddy had taught us and only took raw cock, we'd likely get it eventually anyway. Daddy told me that he knew we hadn't been getting fucked as much as two hot little bottoms should be and that he was thinking the thing to do was poz us himself. I knew Daddy would figure out what was best for us so I just waited for him to tell us. About a week later on a Friday night Daddy came into our room his cock hard which always meant one or both of us was getting fucked. Knowing Daddy's dark secret my cock instantly sprang to life. Daddy sat us down and explained how he'd been pozzed and how he knew our fear of AIDS was keeping us from being proper pussy boys. He told us he'd decided to poz both of us. Just like the first time Daddy had fucked him, Zach was terrified. He knew, of course, that he had to submit, but as Daddy mounted him Zach was crying and begging Daddy not to fuck him. I remember watching, my cock as hard as steel, as Daddy's poz fuck tool slid inside his son's boy pussy. Zach moaned with pleasure but still apparently still conflicted about what Daddy was doing, because he sporadically begged his Daddy not to poz him. As Daddy worked his cock in and out of Zach's hole, making sure it was ready to receive his charged load, Zach apparently recognized that what Daddy was doing was truly setting him free to be a proper pussy boy, and that all he really wanted in life was to accommodate a lot of raw cock in his skinny twink ass. As that happened he starting begging Daddy for his load of poz cum and, knowing his son was ready Daddy moaned and fired his load of poz spunk deep inside Zach. Watching it happen I couldn't control myself and spunked all over my chest at the same time Zach's cock fired what would probably be its last ever neg load. After he came Daddy continued to pump Zach's ass a bit, working his poz load into him. He then pulled out and slid a but plug up inside Zach to make sure nothing leaked out. Then it was my turn and suddenly I found that thinking about getting pozzed and watching someone else get pozzed was different from getting it yourself. As Daddy mounted me I lay there on my back legs spread eagle, my boy pussy exposed. Daddy could see the fear in my eyes and doubtless knew I might try to chicken out so he pinned me firmly to the bed. As he went to enter me I was trying to think of how to stop him. "No, Daddy wait - wait - no - please - wait" I whimpered as Daddy's poz fuck tool entered my hole. I tried to clamp down but Daddy was having none of it and quickly forced his cock deep in my ass and began fucking me. "Ohhh God uuhhh uhhh no wait no uhhhh uhhh" I moaned as the pleasure of Daddy's cock hit me. My whole body was quivering and shaking with a mixture of fear, excitement and pleasure. But so the fear subsided as I gave myself into Daddy's loving embrace. My cock, which had gone soft from the fear, soon swelled and grew rock hard with excitement. Daddy's poison rod was fucking my boy ass and soon Zach and I would be full brothers, both having been pozzed up by Daddy. I looked over and saw Zach frantically jacking his cock. I was happy to see he found watching me get pozzed as exciting as I'd found him getting it. As Daddy neared climax the fear returned. I don't know if you can imagine but every fiber of my being was screaming at me to escape and at the same time WANTING Daddy's charged load inside me. My body was quivering, shaking, my cock an absolute shaft of steel as my hands alternately tried to push Daddy away and pull him in deeper. Daddy drove his nine inch poz fuck tool extra deep as he deposited his poz cum inside me. His thrust pushed me over the edge and caused my cock to fire a huge load cum all on its own without my having touched it. Just as he had with Zach, Daddy fucked his poz load into my ass and then plugged it up. We spend that weekend taking several more poz loads from Daddy, both of us loving every minute of it. And sure enough about a several weeks later we both came down with the fuck flu, and in due course, like Daddy, went on meds. Free of worry, we now are taking a TON of cock, each of us usually getting at least one anonymous load a day. And then there was the night we took neighboring stalls at a certain park restroom but that's a story for another day.

I met Dave at the bars. We hit it off immediately and spent the night talking, until the bar finally shut down. We left and decided to go to a new bathhouse that had just opened down the street. We got checked in and got a shared room. We stripped off, making out briefly, and then went out to explore. We got in the hot tub for a bit and chatted with some guys. Had a nice chat but decided to get out and roam a bit more. The club was nice but plain so we headed back to the room where we made out, I sucked his nine inch cock and he sucked my six and a half incher. He was a total twink but turned out to be a top. I totally had him pegged as a bottom. He proceeded to fuck me bare in a couple different positions and ended up shooting his load deep in my ass. We met up again another night and ended up going to another bathhouse and he fucked me in the hallway. The club was pretty empty and no one really bothered us much. He cock felt great in my ass, I've always felt more comfortable taking larger cocks than smaller ones. He always gave a good fucking and ended up shooting another load up me. The next time we met he came over to my apartment just before I had to go to work. We were standing in my living room and made out for a little bit. He turned me around and put his hand down my pants, grabbing my hardening cock. He jerked me for a little bit then undid my trousers and pushed them and my underwear to the floor. He pushed his down freeing his massive nine incher and started sliding it up and down my crack while kissing my neck. He spit on his hand and slicked up his hard cock and put it back against my crack. He slid down and came back up and hit my hole. He pressed slowly against me and popped in me bareback. He fucked me for a couple minutes while I jerked my cock. He thrust in deep and shot a load in my ass while I shot a load across the carpet in front of me. I didn't see him for a couple years until I ran into him again at the bar. He came up to me and told me he was HIV poz. I asked him if he would still fuck me if he wore a condom. He said sure, but we didn't really have a place to go. He grabbed a condom and took me to an apartment building he used to live in. There was a door to one of the stairwells that didn't close all the way so we pulled it open and went to the top where there was a landing and a ladder to the roof. We could look over the wall and see down the stairwell. It was about three am, and Dave stripped down naked. I was a bit nervous about it because while it was unlikely anyone would come up to where we were at, it was still a possibility. I still got naked and he sucked me and rimmed me. He stood me up naked against the low wall looking down the stairs so I could see anyone that came out of the door on the floor below. He rolled the condom on and proceeded to slide all nine inches of his tool into my ass. He fucked me from behind while standing up for about ten minutes, then he dropped me to the ground on my back, putting my legs up on his shoulders and slammed his cock in and out of my hole. He kept at it, kissing me and sliding his rubber-covered cock in and out for another fifteen minutes before he flipped me over on my hands and knees to fuck me doggy style. Before he entered me again I heard a pop that I didn't really pay much attention to. I was pretty drunk and when I reached back to guide his dick into my ass I still felt the condom. He fucked me for a little while more and then I decided to turn around and lay on my back again. As I was guiding his cock back into me I realized only the base of the condom was intact. He had been fucking me bare for the last few minutes! The moment I had that realization I almost had a spontaneous orgasm. He slid half covered dick back into me and I started to jerk my cock. It only took me about thirty seconds to shoot a load all over my chest. I told him to pull out after I came because his cock was starting to hurt my ass. He pulled out, took the broken condom off and jacked his load onto my chest as well. He never said anything about the broken condom. I realized he broke open the condom while he was repositioning me. I guess he was used to fucking me bare. I was so turned on when I noticed the broken condom, I wouldn't have cared if he seeded me with his poz load. I saw him again a few years later on the local light rail. He was checking me out, but I couldn't tell if he recognized me but he was definitely cruising me. I had to get to a class, but I should have gone after him for one more fuck and one more load in my ass.

PROLOGUE “I dunno man,” he responded, looking suspiciously between me and the photos on the screen of my phone. “It could be him, but seems unlikely. Can I take these photos for some verification?” “It’s him dude,” I snatched my phone back and quickly locked the screen, ensuring he couldn’t try to hack into it while we negotiated. “I brought this to you ‘cause you’ve helped me out in the past, but if you’re not interested-“ “I didn’t say I wasn’t interested!” He grabbed my hand as I opened the door to his car and started to make like I was getting out. I knew there was no way he was gonna let an offer like this pass by, but I wanted him to know I was serious. “It’s just…the cost you listed…that’s pretty high for someone I’m not even sure is…you know.” “Then I’ll take my offer to The Post and see if they can afford it,” I didn’t fake an exit this time, choosing instead to remain perfectly still and hold eye contact with him, since he and I both knew The Post would snap up my offer in ten seconds. He asked to see the photos again so I pulled out my phone and sent two directly to his phone, making sure the ones I sent didn’t give too much detail. “If you don’t trust me enough for the whole amount, then just front me enough to do the set up and then gimme the rest on delivery, deal?” “I suppose…if you’re positive it is him.” He watched for my reaction. In his line of work, you couldn’t be too careful about who you trusted with what information. The thing is, in my line of work, it was even more important, so there was no way I would risk this type of exposure without being sure and my steely gaze and unwavering confidence could be seen miles away. “Guaranteed bro,” smiling, I put out my hand, knowing the closest thing to a contract I would get was an uneasy handshake. Still unsure, he looked from my face to my outstretched palm, before finally wiping his sweaty hand on his khakis and reaching out and pumping our clasped grasp twice. “So how much do you want in advance?” pulling out his wallet, he opened a zipper hidden in the bottom and revealed a wad of bills. I doubt he’d do this in front of just any of his many informants, but he and I had known each other for a long time, and he knew there was no way I would rob him of his tiny roll when I made twice that much in a week. “Five hundred? Six?” “Let’s make it an even grand.” My smile held as he checked my face to be sure I was serious. No negotiations needed, he begrudgingly handed me the entire stack of bills, which I pocketed without counting. Trust goes both ways, after all. “I’ll need to hit an atm to cover the supplies D,” He used only my first initial, the same way I still called him “John” even though I knew his real name and occupation since the first time we met, face to face. “Don’t sweat it Johnny,” pulling out a small sack of crystals from the hidden pocket in my boot, I held it up a little so he could see how full it was before handing it to him. “Consider it included in the costs.” “Thanks man,” Pulling me into a ‘bro-hug,’ we each thumped our fists against the others’ back before pulling away. “Just remember, if something goes wrong or he catches wind of what you’re doing-“ “Yeah, yeah, I never heard of you.” I rolled my eyes and hopped out into the brisk night air. Glancing carefully around the parking garage, I made sure there were no vehicles in sight before jogging around the corner and into the stairwell. My long legs and size 12 shoes made easy work of the two flights down to the ground level, where I came out onto the street, and began walking the three blocks to the back gate of my house. Along the way, I felt the bills in my pocket and smiled again, this time only to myself, as I thought of how much more would be on my way very, very soon, “thirty-five gees. $35,000 in just a few days…” ERECTED OFFICIAL PART 1: the mark. It was only a few weeks ago that I met the guy for the first time. Always before he’d bought from a lackey of mine, Pauley, who’d recently been ‘let go’ from my organization due to some missing funds. The cash was recovered and Pauley’s debt paid in full, but only after I found him at the bus station, on his way out of town. Late payments were one thing, but trying to skip town with my dinero was a whole other ballpark, and he knew he was lucky getting away with just a broken arm and seriously bruised ribs, back and face. There could have been a lot more damage, if Pauley hadn’t managed to yell something out between blows from my two favorite enforcers, who stopped long enough for him to tell me all about his newest and most loyal client, a man by the name of “Dan.” See Pauley wasn’t just a part-time dealer, he also happened to be a part-time bike thief, shoplifter, stripper and hustler. His stripping had started on a whim and was supposed to be temporary while he found a real job, but within a couple weeks, he fell in step with the idea that the money was easy and the access to drugs and booze was too good to pass up. Thus a 19-year-old suburban soccer player with aspirations of attending college someday became a stripper/addict, and after almost a full year working for me, the boy was moving up in the world, adding hooking and dealing to his résumé. Dan found Pauley through a cruising website, and the two had been chatting and exchanging dirty photos for almost 6 weeks before Pauley managed to convince the man to meet in person. Whether the kid was smart enough to cover his ass with a fake name or anything, he’d never said, but at least Dan was smart enough to insist they meet at a cash-hourly motel out of town, blaming his nervousness on his wife and family. The first night they met they talked for hours before Dan handed Pauley a small pile of cash and had the boy strip naked and suck him off. When they were finished, they made a date to do it again in two weeks, and Dan agreed that the next time, Pauley should bring some party favors and they could play all night. True to his word, their next encounter began much like the previous one but became much more interesting when the pipe and party goods came out. According to Pauley, Dan had to have a little help in lighting the pipe at first, explaining that he’d only done coke before and didn’t know quite how to do “this kinda stuff.” The teen showed him how to hit it, and within a few minutes they’d smoked almost half the first t-shirt and were going at it like rabbits. Always before that night, whether it was during their cam sessions or the first night at the motel, the older man had always kept his sunglasses and hat on for the duration of their contact. Now that he was high and horny, he forgot his modesty and was only too happy to spend the next 12 hours buck naked, face uncovered and dick deep in Pauley’s tight smooth hole. “That’s when I figured out who he was,” Pauley told me, clutching his battered arm, and speaking quietly. Turns out “Dan” wasn’t trying to keep things discreet because he was a saintly married man, going out behind his wife’s back, but actually because he was a politician of some renown, gaining infamy amongst the gay community for backing a bill that would have made hook-up sites, like the one he used to meet Pauley, open to government scrutiny and monitoring. The argument made in his press release explained that sites where individuals could meet and exchange information in order to engage in sexual deviancy were leading to the proliferation of drugs and the delinquency of teenagers all over the US. He never went so far as to attack gays directly but the sites mentioned in each of his statements always included grindr, adam4adam and other gay faves. The bill died almost as quickly as it was conceived, but he continued using its ideals as a pulpit for his campaign for re-election, which many people assumed would be a spring-board to a VP nomination or possibly something much, MUCH bigger in four years, and it was working like a charm. Turns out the radical right didn’t need much to get behind a candidate other than some thinly-veiled hate speech and the promise to “make America great again.” Just to be sure that Pauley wasn’t fucking with me, I asked if he had any proof, at which point he pulled out his phone and brought up photos of the man from his election site interspersed with photos from their webchats. The blurry shots were hard to make a clear identification on, but the last photo was from their most recent hotel session and clearly showed the nude groin, chest, neck and face of the Senator as he walked into the motel bathroom. “We’ve met a half-dozen times since the first night,” Pauley explained, looking nervously between me and the thugs who I sent to stand by the door, far enough to not hear but close enough to still keep Pauley intimidated. “In fact, I’m supposed to meet him again tomorrow, at the motel, I even said I might be able to bring another young guy to join us, but that was all before…this.” I explained that Pauley had done well, and that all was good between us as of that moment, as long as I got to keep the phone and Pauley made no attempt to contact the senator again. Just in case, I had him show me his log-in on the hook-up site and the webchat platform, and I changed both the passwords and the emails attached to the accounts. Once I was sure he couldn’t reach the senator again, I let him leave, and even gave him the cash to buy himself a one-way bus ticket back to the Podunk town where he grew up, as long as he never, EVER returned. That evening I went over the texts in the phone from “Dan” as well as all the saved videos, photos, and chat sessions between him and Pauley. Turns out the Senator approached Pauley originally because the stripper was quite young looking. Many, MANY times he mentioned that the boy looked “barely 14 or 15” and asked him to talk in detail about the times he’d engaged in sex with his school mates or fantasies he’d had as young man about being with older men. So when he texted the phone belonging to Pauley with the motel name and room number and made sure they were still on for the following night, I knew exactly what I would do and who I needed to get to join us. Part 2: The set up. Pulling into the parking lot of the motel, I texted “Dan” and made sure that he had the motel room unlocked and the cash for the favors ready. Imagining his face when I strolled in, a 6’4” bodybuilding, tattooed 24 year old meat head, instead of the twinky little tweaker he was used to, I still enjoyed the actual expression on his face a little more. He began demanding who I was, but I smiled my genial smile, and explained calmly that Pauley was delayed but that I was his boss “Doug” (not my real name) and he’d asked me to get the senator set up with the party goods before he arrived. As I expected, the senator texted Pauley’s phone, and to his surprise, he got a text back almost immediately, verifying what I’d been saying and promising he’d be right along. Uneasy but somewhat less upset, the senator sat down and watched with a hawkeye as I retrieved my bag of drugs from my boot and set it in front of him. His eyes grew wide as he took in the size of the bag in front of him and I could see he was floored. Just as I figured, he’d been paying full price for his Tina, but Pauley had been shorting him by almost half, so when I explained that this was the usual amount that 400 bought, he picked up his phone and asked “Pauley” what the deal was. On cue, the boy sitting in the parking lot in my car responded back as if he was Pauley, telling Dan he was sorry and would make it up to him that night. “What’s wrong bro?” I asked him, feigning innocence as a pipe and torch magically appeared from my jacket. He watched hungrily as I filled the bowl up and melted the crystals before taking a looooong draw from it. “Damn Paul’s been shorting me apparently,” He responded in a monotone, entranced by the huge cloud I released into the room. Handing him the pipe, I watched him fumble for a minute before coordinating the torch flame and bowl correctly in order to take a hit himself. Coughing heavily, he turned bright red as a hit as big as mine came from his unpracticed lungs. “That’s shitty bro,” I moved next to him on the bed and patted him on the back a few times until his coughing stopped, then took the pipe and had another expert hit, exhaling an even larger cloud. “Not too surprising though, Pauley’s tried shorting even me when it comes to cash, lucky he ain’t the only fine piece o’ ass I got working for me, ‘cause I don’t put up with that shit.” “He ain’t-I mean, he’s not?” He looked at me as his sunglasses slid down his nose, before taking the pipe and trying for another hit. I helped him by guiding his torch hand this time, and he only coughed once this time as he exhaled. “Nah, he’s one of a harem,” laughing, I pulled out my phone before taking another big hit from the pipe. “In fact I got one boy who just started who lives not too far from here.” “Wow.” Dan took hid third big hit as I pulled up some photos of James who was waiting in my car at that very moment. With his short stature, sandy blonde hair, cornflower blue eyes and round but masculine face, James could pass for your all-American high school sports star or your sexiest boyband member. The photos of his body showed just enough muscle tone and definition to prove he wasn’t as young as middle school, but there was still enough baby fat to his cheeks, both on his face and butt, that it did make you wonder if he was really old enough to be doing what the photos showed. “Is he-?” “He’s 18, swear!” I held my hand up in fake-swearing pose as I scrolled through a few featuring the boy in only a jockstrap, with my much larger frame behind him. As the photos went further, so did the actions in them until they included my 9 inch dick sinking into the sweet mouth and tight hole of the boy, and his own 6 inch almost-hairless dick spraying my chest with cum. Finally, the last shot was my huge load all over his smiling face, while his eyes were dilated to the size of saucers. “Or at least, that’s what his photo id says.” “You don’t think it’s him?” Dan’s face whipped to mine as he looked to see if I was suggesting what he thought I was suggesting. Hope and perversion were held in that gaze, in equal parts. “Let’s just say it wouldn’t surprise me to learn he has a younger brother,” I said with a smirk, motioning for Dan to take another big hit. “Who might have borrowed his ID in order to get into the bar where we first met.” “Holy shit, that’s hot,” Dan took off his sunglasses altogether now, and took my phone from me to once again scroll through the photos. When he turned back towards me, I caught him off guard by leaning in and shot-gunning a large hit into his mouth. For a second, he drew back slightly, but once he realized what I was doing, he opened his mouth and took the majority of the smoke into his lungs as our lips grazed one another. Exhaling as he leaned back, he continued what he’d been saying, “What kinda guys does he like?” “Older men,” I whispered as Dan took a hit. As he finished, I took one finger and turned his head back towards me. He got the hint and shot-gunned the smoke into my mouth, but didn’t fight me as I kissed him full on that time. Pulling back, smoke escaped from both our mouths. “Especially taller built guys like you and me. Says we remind him of his father’s friends.” “Do you think he might…” Dan paused, obviously hoping I would get the message without him actually asking for the boy. However, I needed to be sure this guy was as desperate as I thought he was, so I feigned ignorance. “Might what?” I unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my hard pecs and ripped abs before taking the pipe and loading another bowl. “Do you think he might…be open to playing with…us? That is, if you’re willing, I mean…” For a moment I was caught off guard. It never occurred to me that the senator would want me to play too. All of his emails and chats showed only interest in younger boys, but now as he rambled on about how much fun it would be “for James” to be used by two older men at the same time, and wanting to fulfill “James’” fantasy, I realized he was majorly into the idea of a boy being shared by two, or more, men.”…and since Pauley will be here, that would ensure someone was keeping one of the boy’s busy at all times, you know? I’ll pay you and James what I pay Pauley, plus $100 more…each!” “Yeah, I gotcha man, I’m down.” Again, my smile made Dan feel at ease once more, and I took my phone back from him and called James, asking him if he needed some cash and could walk over to us from his “house.” As we agreed, he waited for about 10 minutes in the car before coming to the door. Dan jumped as the boy knocked, and, feigning paranoia, I checked the peephole twice before opening the door, eliciting a gasp from the senator. There stood a boy who somehow, was even more gorgeous in person than his photos. Standing around 5’8”, his long, thin legs seemed to glow from the way his wispy hairs caught the light from the street lamp outside. With a ghost-like grace, he walked slowly and carefully into the room before sitting on the bed opposite the one Dan was on, and looking from me to him, nervously. “Sorry about my outfit, I was just about to walk in the door from practice.” I watched Dan’s brow bead with sweat as he took in the sight of the boy, who was decked out in tennis shoes, white socks with red stripes around the top, red and black b-ball shorts and a match red-and-black sleeveless b-ball jersey, featuring the local school team’s mascot and his number: 15. “Not a problem!” Dan piped in, before reaching forward and placing a hand on the boy’s smooth knee and squeezing. “But you must be freezing after walking home.” “Anything we can do to help warm you up?” I added before sitting next to James and handing him the pipe and torch from under the pillow. “Thanks, but I shouldn’t,” James said, just like we rehearsed. “I’ve got an early swim meet tomorrow morning.” “Nonsense,” Dan said, moving over onto James’ other side. “If anything this might make you swim faster.” We both laughed, making James giggle a little bit. Dan bit his lip when he heard the boy’s laugh, and put an arm around his shoulders. James looked over at me as if asking my approval, since I’d told him not to give in so quickly, but I nodded yes, seeing how deep in Dan already was. The teen lifted the bowl to his lips and began to light the torch, but had a little trouble at first. Taking this to be nerves or inexperience, Dan took the torch from James and lit it himself, making sure the boy took a good sized hit before closing the lighter. Coughs and smoke came reigning out, and I wondered if James was really this good an actor or if he truly hadn’t been expecting such a big hit. Either way, it made Dan moan just a tiny bit. We passed the pipe for the next few minutes as James answered Dan’s questions about what school he went to, how the team was doing, what did he like best about playing, where he wanted to play when he graduated, etc., etc., each answer perfectly given based on the few minutes the boy had spent reading the articles I pulled up on the school’s site. Anything he was unsure about, he’d just laugh and pretend to be shy, which worked fine, since it got Dan to back off, until the last question. “I bet you really like changing with all those other boys, don’t you? Seeing all of them naked?” By that point we were shot-gunning almost every hit, and I was glad that James chose to blow his hit into Dan’s mouth before nodding yes. Dan exhaled and added a little more to the question. “Would you like to see some grown men naked too?” “I…I dunno,” James blushed as he turned to me to inhale my shotgun. Damn this boy was good, I’d have to give him a bonus for tonight. “Oh come on Jamie-can I call you Jamie?” Dan lifted James’ chin and made the boy look at him. As they made eye contact, the teen nodded slightly, agreeing to nickname which made him sound even younger. “You don’t have to be shy, Jamie. I know you like that kind of thing, Doug already showed me the photos of the two of you.” “You did?” James turned to look at me, winking when he was sure Dan couldn’t see his face anymore, before looking back at the Senator with a face full of worry and humiliation. “No one is supposed to see those.” “Don’t be upset Jamie. Can I tell you a secret?” Dan’s voice got quiet and he leaned in until his mouth was next to Jamie’s ear. Looking right at me, he smiled, reaching over and grabbing the semi-hard bulge in my track-pants before whispering “I like that stuff too and I really, REALLY like you.” “You do?” Jamie asked, doing his best “little-boy-lost” impression with a soft, high voice, while looking down at his feet and lowering his head. “Can I tell you a secret too?” “I’d love it!” Dan said, barely containing his excitement. “What do you want to tell me?” “Come ‘ere.” Jamie scooted back and curled his finger at Dan until he was lying flat on the bed, his teen dick tenting obscenely under the mesh shorts and jockstrap I bought for him. No fool, Dan did as the teen requested, moving up next to him until they were side by side, Dan propped up on one elbow, his free hand lightly draped over the boys waist, brushing the jersey up slightly so his fingers could lazily graze the sweet smooth skin on the boy’s tummy, while moving his face in until his ear was over the boy’s mouth. I was dying to hear what Jamie said, but decided it was best to let them have a stolen moment when Jamie reached up and pulled off Dan’s hat, allowing me my first good look at the man, and 100% confirmation he was, in fact, the Senator. “Really?” Dan responded, obviously turned on by and not expecting whatever Jamie just whispered in his ear. “Tell me what else gets you excited Jamie, but say it out loud so Dougy can hear it too.” “I can’t, it’s embarrassing,” Jamie feigned a shy facade again, and I smiled and winked at him, letting him know I approved of his act. “Oh come on, we won’t tell, will we Doug? Everything said or done in here tonight, stays here, promise.” Dan’s hand was now moving south under Jamie’s waist band, making the boy moan a little as it stroked the length of his hard cock through the material of his bike brand jockstrap. Still, as planned, the boy shook his head no. Dan began to tickle the teen, who squealed and rolled around, finally agreeing so Dan would stop. “But you tell us one of your fantasies first?” Jamie insisted, sitting up next to me and scooching himself up onto my lap, before leaning back against my bare chest. My hard dick was perfectly centered in the crack of James’ ass as he settled himself and I had to breathe slowly so I didn’t lose control and end up raping the poor lad right then and there. “You mean other than me and a buddy sharing a sweet young basketball star for the evening?” Dan offered, getting a smirk and nod from Jamie and I, hoping to hear what he liked. “Fine…let’s see…I’ve always like the idea of having a son like you and spending a week every summer up at my lake house with my brother and his son, naked from the moment we get there till the moment we leave.” “BORING! Next!” Jamie said, secretly clenching and unclenching his butt to make my cock throb under it. “Okay, another one? Hmmm. Well when I was in school I had a big crush on the men in my father’s elks’ lodge,” he added, openly stroking his lengthening cock under his sweats. “And I spent lots of hours imagining what they would do to me if they caught me sneaking into one of their meetings: strippin me naked, taking turns using my boy hole.” “Better, what else?” Jamie’s hand was stroking his own teen tent now, and his butt clenching had me leaking profusely into my own undies. “Even naughtier…” “Naughtier huh?” Dan’s voice was lower now, his face transforming from the sweet approachable boy-loving friend into something more devious, more…ominous. “I want to find a young boy, just like you, innocent and naïve, and kidnap him.” “Kidnapping? Sounds fun, tell me more.” I grasped Jamie’s waist and readjusted him. Between his clenching and the Senator’s story, I didn’t want to pop too soon. “Find him on some hookup site, looking for teen girls his age, lying about his birthday to get access, using fake photos to get him to meet, then grabbing him, drugging him and blindfolding him,” Dan had given this a lot of thought, as both James and I could tell, sitting and watching him describe the scene from his fantasies. “When he comes to, he is tied to a bed or strapped into a leather sling, and me and a bunch of leather bound tops spend the next days, weeks and months, raping and training his tight virgin ass to submit to, and eventually enjoy being used for the pleasure of men.” For a minute after the Senator finished explaining his fantasy, all three of us sat perfectly still and silent, letting the darkness of his fantasy sink in. Just as one might suspect, spending your life hiding from who you are and what you like will lead to some fucked up stuff, but lucky for the senator, Jamie and I were prepared for it. “That’s so hot Mr.…Wait, what do I call you?” James asked, hoping off my lap and scooting in close to the senator. “I gotta know your last name if you’re gonna be one of my coaches, like in MY fantasy.” “Uh, Marino. Call me Mr. Marino, or Coach or whatever.” Dan Marino? Seriously? I rolled my eyes when he was turned away from me, watching James stand up and move toward the bathroom. “My fantasy, Coach Marino,” James began explaining as he stripped off his jersey and toed out of his shoes. “is being away at a motel for a game, and coming out of the shower to discover the two coaches I’m sharing a room with have discovered my banned substances in my bag and are smoking my Tina in their shorts, waiting for me to return and explain myself. I hope it comes true.” As James finished explaining, he turned and dropped his shorts, wiggling his bubbly smooth butt at us before walking into the bathroom and shutting the door almost completely. Just as it shut, his jockstrap came flying out and we heard a giggle, then it closed completely and the sound of the shower could be heard. Dan, rising to his feet, walked calmly over and picked up the jock, holding it to his face and breathing a deep breath in, then sliding the straps around his head to wear it like a mask as he dashed back to my side and loaded a huge bowl in the pipe. “Fuck he is hotter than I imagined!” he quietly shouted before lighting up and taking a huge hit. Even I was a little surprised at Jamie’s ability to make me hard. He was so convincingly naïve that Dan had almost forgotten all about the guy he was actually supposed to be meeting that night, until he got the text Jamie sent from the bathroom. “Damn it! Pauley just texted me,” Dan informed me, not realizing the text was really written by me and sent via Jamie. “He says he’s drinking and partying at some guy’s house all the way across town and might be able to join us later, IF I am willing to pick his ass up.” “That sucks Danny boy,” I responded sympathetically. I handed him the freshly loaded pipe and made sure he took a huge hit before I continued. “If Paul actually calls later and needs a ride, what will you do if at that exact moment, you are balls deep in James? You gonna leave me and Jamie here to go get Pauley? Cause I gotta tell you, I doubt we’ll be able to stop while you’re gone, so you might miss some pretty hot shit. Also you should remember that if pauley is drinkin and partyin there, chances are he’ll be so fucked up when you do go get him, he’ll just wanna smoke more or pass out when he arrives…Assuming he doesn’t just blow us off, that is.” “I dunno Doug - is it cool if I call you Doug?” He asked, and could tell without a verbal response that I didn’t care one way or another. “Pauley may be one hot piece of ass…but he’s nowhere near as hot as that sweet Jamie-boy in there. What do you think I should do?” His eyes met mine, searching them for some sign of what I thought. Before I answered him, I took a huge hit from the pipe to give myself a second to gage what he wanted me to say. Whether he was worried I would be pissed if he blew off one of my boys or more pissed if he tried to make me pause the fun here while he left, I couldn’t tell. I know he’d had some serious fun with Pauley, and I didn’t want to create any distance between us by pushing too hard for him to drop the boy, but I also knew I needed to make sure that after tonight, the senator never sought out Pauley again. “Well? Don’t keep me in suspense Doug,” he added after a minute of silence. His impatience told me what I needed to know. “Forget his flakey ass,” I insisted as I handed him the pipe and torch, then began undressing, stripping down to my b-ball shorts and socks while he watched in awe of every muscular inch I revealed. “If he texts after you’re done with James and me, then sure, go pick him up and do what you will. But if he calls drunk or stoned and you’re not ready to go get him, then tell him to find his own fuckin’ ride.” “You don’t think I’ll alienate him?” He asked, more to himself than to me. The vocabulary jump and tone of his voice revealed his highly-rated education for a moment, but the last thing I wanted was the Senator remembering himself and becoming shy or unsure of what we were about to do. “Nah, Pauley is the one who is late and blowin’ yo’ ass off dude,” closing in on him, I took away his shirt and undershirt now, making myself a little more ghetto than usual. “He’s the bitch who was supposed to be here hours ago and decided to go get wasted with someone else instead. So if he gets pissed, fuck him. ‘Sides, I got more smooth teen ass where he came from, and all of ‘em is hotter, younger and fresher than Pauley.” “Really?” he looked at my eyes again and shamelessly fondled his bulge, which had returned to a pretty hefty size in the last few minutes. “Fuck yeah Dan,” I too groped at my large basket, thrusting my hips forward as I did, which meant my dick was only inches from his face, since I was standing between his legs as he sat on the bed. “So you cool right? We agree? If he calls, and your ass ain’t done here, then fuck him, right?” “Yeah, fuck him.” He gulped and his mouth dropped open slightly. Never in my life have I seen a guy so entranced by my cock as the senator was that very minute. One of his hands went to his face to wipe away some sweat, but instead I grabbed it and placed it on my hard, hung, uncut 9 inches of pure testosterone. No longer was this the shy senator in the hat and sunglasses. In his place, a sex-crazed, cock-hungry man whore was sitting on the bed in front of me, with dialated eyes, a handsome face, scruffy brown hair with just a little grey at the temples, a slight tan, broad shoulders, nice arms and chest, and a trim waist with just a little hair dusted across the pecs and down into the waistband of the khaki slacks that held his throbbing, thick bulge. “Let your dick get some air man,” I instructed him, pulling back so he lost his grip, but not his view of my cock. He hesitated, either from nerves or distracted by my own wiggling wang, but hopped to action when I turned around and pushed my shorts to the ground, leaving me in nothing but a classic white jock quite similar to the one that James had been wearing. Mine looked pretty different though, straining against the massive cock inside it, and surrounded by my much darker skin and manly, pubic bush. Turning back, I was pleased to see the senator had kicked off his shoes and socks, had his khakis around his ankles and was currently fishing his own 7 and a half inch wonder out of his white jockey brand briefs. “On second thought, leave those on…so James has something to do when he gets out here.” Part 3: The event As if on cue, the sound of the shower came to a halt and the curtain could be heard wooshing aside. The smile on “Dan’s” face was as wide as a mile, and his cock was producing a large, unseemly puddle of precum inside his jockeys. Surprisingly, I found I was also quite excited for the boy to emerge from the shower, practically shaking as I sat down next to Dan and loaded some more tina from HIS bag. We shared a few big hits and shotgunned the clouds, and I began to wonder what the hell was taking James so long in the bathroom, when the door opened and he stepped out in the tiniest white towel you’ve ever seen. “Uh-oh, looks like you found my stash Coach Marino, Coach Doug,” His voice sounded so sexy, high and soft with the extra bonus a slight tremble, giving the impression he was actually scared. “What do I do now?” “Get over here and sit down between us so we can discuss your punishment, young man.” Dan commanded, sounding much firmer than he had all night. The boy did as he was instructed, almost keeping the towel on before Dan ripped it away at the last second, causing James’ hands to shoot to cover his semi-hard boy-cock. “Don’t you dare sit on our bed with your wet towel boy! What the hell were you thinking?!?!” “I—I-wasn’t thinking, sir.” James responded so quietly I could barely hear him. “Damn right you weren’t,” Dan said, still firm, but softer, as if to ease the teen. “Now show us what you do with this- this shit!” “Y-y-yessir,” James said, even quieter now. “What did you say boy?!?” Dan yelled, reaching over and smacking James across the cheek, just hard enough that he yelped, but barely reddening the skin at all. “Yessir, Coach Marino, sir!” James said, his voice cracking on the last ‘sir’ making my cock jump. He took the pipe and lighter in one hand and fumbled for a moment, trying to decide how he could take a hit and still cover himself. “Oh stop being a pussy, boy! Here!” Dan thrust the boy’s discarded jockstrap into his lap, giving him barely any coverage. I chuckled at realizing that dan had called James a pussy boy, and no one heard it but me. With trepidation, James lit the torch and held the pipe to his lips. Smoke began to curl in the bowl and when Dan nodded, James began sucking in one of the biggest hits I’d ever seen. When he should have stopped, Dan began telling him to ‘keep going’ and adding occasionally ‘don’t stop until I say so.’ Finally When the teen was bright red and had inhaled enough smoke to kill a fireman, Dan gave him the okay. Coughing and spewing spit, James exhaled a gigantic cloud of smoke into the room, as Dan patted him on the back. For a moment I thought we might have suffocated the young stud, but after a few minutes he finally seemed to be able to catch his breath while holding his head between his legs. Dan’s pats became a slow, firm rubbing motion on the boy’s back, working side to side and in large circles, slowly getting lower and lower until his fingers were dipping into the young man’s ass crack. Catching my eye, Dan winked as made another circle and dipped so low that his fingers must have pressed against the sweet, tight teen hole. James shot back up straight and pushed Dan’s hand away, muttering something about it ‘not being okay,’ which might have been more convincing if his cock wasn’t pulsing as red as his chest and face, having arrived at its full 6 inch height. Ignoring the words, and focusing on the cock, Dan forced the teen backwards until he was flat on the bed, and motioned for me to help. Reaching out, I used my hands to hold James shoulders and left arm against the tacky, floral bedspread as Dan used his to hold his right hand down. This left him with one free hand which took hold of the boy’s silky member, stroking him with some violent friction, making the boy yelp and twist to get away. “Now fight all you want,” Dan insisted, twisting the teen’s hips until his ass was facing Dan. Sensing his plan, I tossed my own leg up and over James’ knees, immobilizing his legs. With my other leg, I pinned the left hand, freeing me to take over the ministrations on Jamie’s high school dick and balls, so that Dan could slide his hand back up to his mouth and spit a wad of snot and slobber into his palm, then shove it inside his own briefs and begin using it to lube his cock. “but your cock is giving you away boy. You’re nothing but a slutty skanky piece of ass, begging to get fucked!” “No PLEASE coach, I won’t do this stuff again, I promise! Please don’t do this!!!” James last plea seemed so real I decided to shove my mouth against his to shut him up. He was so shocked by the kiss that he froze, just long enough that I could push his arm under his slender hips, right into Dan’s grasp, next to his other hand. He began fighting just as I felt Dan use the jock from the boy’s lap to tie the hands together. “You’re damn right you won’t, cause if you do, I’ll fuck this sweet ass just like THIS!” Turning quickly I managed to see Dan’s thick cut dick, shiny from slobber-lube, as it jumped forward and hit James hole. A scream shot from the boy’s mouth as it pierced the tight, almost virgin skin and buried itself DEEP in him. I laughed, seeing that Dan had fished his cock and balls through the fly of his y-fronts rather than taking them off, wondering if he was doing it because I told him not to take them off himself. The Senator rolled on top of the boy and began raping him in earnest, covering his mouth with his hand, before I filled it with my massive dick. Tears and screams became grunts and whimpers, before I recovered a bottle of poppers from my coat on the opposite pillow and made James take a hit. My cock was finally able to sink all the way into his young throat as he went slack, high from the poppers and tina. We’d fucked the fight right out of him. “Fuck he’s too tight, I can’t stop myself, I’m gonna- I’m gonna—I’m gonna fuckin’ CUM!” Balls deep in boy butt, the Senator shot over and over inside James until finally collapsing against the worn-out teen twat. I wondered if I should work his mouth and get myself off too until Dan caught his breath and sat up. “Your turn bud. But don’t take too long, I’ll be ready for round two in 10 or 15 minutes.” “You got it Coach Marino,” I said, withdrawing my spit-soaked dick and switching places with Dan. This guy was a lot of fun. Too bad I had to ruin his life. Part 4: Erection results By the time all was said and done, each of us filled James ass at least 3 times, and I added a load to his face (right after we both covered him in our tina-piss). Turns out Dan was okay with me taking pix and vids of us raping the teen, as long as his face couldn’t be seen. Unluckily for him, I had a camera in the belt buckle I wore, as well as the necklace, and James had one (unbeknownst to both of them) in the gym bag he carried in when he arrived. When we left the Senator, he was high as a kite and wrung out like a dish-rag. As I suspected he only texted Pauley’s phone once after that to tell him they were through. On the other end of the spectrum, he texted me once every few hours that day and the rest of the weekend, before I finally promised him we would do it again. Per his instructions, I agreed to find some new boys for us to rape, since he felt Jamie was no longer innocent enough to truly be enjoyable for both of us. Still he invited Jamie back the next night and sent me lots of photos of the ways he defiled the boy, who he tied to the bedposts before placing an ad online and inviting over half a dozen tops to use his ‘son’ in front of him. I could have gone straight to John with all the photos and videos of the Senator, once I edited my face out of course. Instead I found myself thinking back to the fantasy he mentioned about finding a boy, kidnapping him, and raping his ass. I also remembered how hot he got when he talked about having a son of his own to trade with his brother, so that he could fuck his nephew. With a little research and some digging I found myself on the facelook page of one Markus Ericson, senator’s nephew and all-state baseball star. Initiating some contact with the boy using a fake profile, I quickly found out his interests and even got him to send me the links to his photo albums containing shots of his smooth chest and trim body in his speedos and board shorts from last summer’s swim meets. No wonder “Dan” wanted the boy so bad, he had the sweetest smile and the most awesome ass. Perhaps there was a way I could get even better pictures for John, and fulfill the Senator’s fantasy too… Stay tuned for Erected Official part 5 and beyond: Polling the inCUMbent!

Most of this story is true some of the details may have been changed as it has been a long time since this happen. This took place in my last year of high school. I was around 17 at the time, but had been crusing the beats for a couple of years before this took place. A couple of day before we fucked I had meet this travling sales man at a local beat. He was about 5"6 slim bluid, a nice amount of hair over his toned body and a 6' cut cock. I sucked him for a little bit before one of the older local interrupted us and we left the beat. I followed him to his car where he invited me to come back to his hotel. I refused being young, scared and having never done that before. He told me that he would like to finish what we had started and he would be finished early in a couple of days. I told him if he was here in a couple of days I would go back to his hotel room with him and we could finish what we had started. I was back there in a couple of days but there was only a few regulars there. As I was about to leave he turned up again and offered to take me to his hotel. I accepted and we headed back to the hotel. I was so nervous but he was such a nice guy that I soon relaxed while we chatted on the way back to where he was staying. As we parked in the hotel carpark I noticed the wedding band on his hand. I didn't think much of it coming from a smalll town I had sucked and fucked many of the local married men so this was just another fuck for me. We got into his room and we weren't even though the door before he was kissing me. We stripped each other off and end up on the bed I slowly went down and started sucking his rock hard 6 inch cut cock. Slowly I slid my mouth over his head and down his shaft sucking his cock while he enjoyed the plesure of my mouth. He then grab me flipped me onto my back and started on sucking my 7 inch uncut cock. After a short time he grab me knees and forced my hole to his face and was rimming my hole. He was in heaven as he stuck his tongue deep in my virgan ass, and was enjoying his expert rim job (I never wanted it to stop). After a long rim job he slowly lowered my ass to where my knees were resting on his shoulders and my ass was resting near his cock. We started to kiss and I felt a slight pressure on my wet hole slowly he started to shove his bare cock into my willing hole opening it with each gentle push all the while he never stopped kissing me. Slowly my ass opened up to his gentle pressure giving me a pleasure I had never felt before. I had never had a cock in me yet alone having bare cock inside me (up to this point the only I had only ever fingered myself). He fucked me slowly and gently opening me up with each stroke of his rock hard cock. We fuck like this for what seemed like forever my pleasure increasing with each stroke of his cock. Then suddenly without warning he plowed the full length of his cock deep in my hole grunting with each shot he pumped into my open ass. As I felt his head throb with every shot of his seed I couldn't stop myself from blowing my load over my stomach and chest. After he had seeded my hole we lay there for a while before we dressed and he dropped me near my home his load still deep in my hole.

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

It was a typical Friday night. I was online looking for more cum for my eternally hungry hole when I came across a guy I never saw before who was looking to unload in a hole. He told me right off that he was poz. I told him "Cum on over and let's fuck!" So he rode to my place on his Harley, wearing shorts and no shirt. He was all tatt'd up and looked ready to fuck for hours! We got inside, he removed what little clothing he was wearing, and we went through the usual routine of kissing, sucking, and licking. Eventually I sucked his cock hard, and when it was sopping wet, he slid deep into my hungry cunt. It didn't take him long to tense up and unload his nice toxic load deep inside me. It felt so good I didn't want him to pull out! As we lay there with his cock still inside me, he told me he was married and had he just found out he was poz. NICE! So I got a high viral load in my ass! I asked if he had told his wife. He said he had, but as she didn't know he fucked around with guys, he told her it was from a dirty needle. I began moving my ass back and forth on his cock, which was still embedded in my ass. Sure enough, he got hard again and fucked me for a good 30 minutes before blowing some more freshly poz'd seed in my pussy. As he was leaving I said "I hope to see you again." He replied "You can bet on it." Since that first occasion he has blown five of his loads into my ass - and that's only been since Friday.

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

In the car, Matt's head continued to spin. The rush, whether from the T or knowingly taking raw loads, consumed him. He was so desperately horny, despite the blow job Trent had given him and the fucking he had just received. His cock, feeling the effects of the Tina was only a quarter as hard as it normally would have been, despite Matt feeling the horniest, the sexiest, and the most exhilarated he had ever felt. Of course, his rational mind kept nagging at his thoughts even with all the T and G clouding his judgement. He knew he shouldn't be doing this. He had let a stranger fuck him raw and cum in him, only to discover that Trent was poz. "He intentionally misled me! Oh fuck, OH FUCK! I'm going to be poz! I'm going to get sick! Really sick, oh shit. He lied to me! Fuck him, sick fuck. What if his strain is a deadly one? What if it is resistant to the meds? Oh fuck, oh fuck. Oh, god damn, I'll have to tell my parents! Fuck! It's their insurance! Shit... they'll see the drugs, they'll figure it out. How do I explain this? Oh shit," Matt thought, his mind racing. Yet despite all of these thoughts, he was horny, willing to take more dick at a moments notice, from anyone. He felt so sexy, sitting in the passenger seat, wearing his tank and shorts, jockstrap on, Trent's poz load leaking out of his ass, seeping into his shorts and creating a wet spot. Trent could see the gears in Matt's head turning. He knew this car ride would give him some time to reflect, to process all that had happened. Trent was fairly impressed with Matt's calmness. He had pozzed a few others before he had been diagnosed. He reached out to warn them, most were regular fuck buddies, some were rando's, a few he never even knew the names of and had no way of reaching. Their reactions were pretty mixed. Some freaked, blaming him. A few took it in stride. One even laughed and said it was about time. At first, Trent felt conflicted. He felt bad for exposing these people to a dangerous disease. But after a while, remembering those fuck sessions, the raw uninhibited sex, started making Trent hard. The thought that he was unintentionally infecting them with his DNA, his special bug, his toxic death babies sent him over the edge. He always came so hard remembering that. Soon Trent's fantasies starting taking hold. He imagined himself intentionally pozzing other guys, secretly or with their consent. The thought of it got him so boned. It wasn't long until he was on grindr, scruff, bbrt, and other sites, a predator looking for his prey. It didn't take long, with his profile still saying "neg + prep," to find some boys willing to take his raw cock. Some were on prep, some weren't. Either way, they didn't know they were taking toxic loads. It was then that he knew he wanted to be a gift giver, spreading his seed around as far as possible, giving his bug the ability to propagate. And of course, it wasn't long until he met other poz gifters like himself. He quickly got introduced into the community. He was one of the youngest in the Houston area, and he quickly became a popular fuck buddy for many of the more experienced poz guys. And of course, it wasn't long until he was introduced to tina, the favorite drug of the poz gifted community. Trent looked over a Matt again, his latest victim and a rare find. There weren't many current high school students cruising online, and even fewer willing to take raw cock. Most of his prey were at least in their early twenties, most out of college already. He knew Matt would be real popular with his friends. He had already sent out a group text to his friends with a picture of Matt, telling them he was taking his boy to the Warehouse, a favorite bathhouse of his that had a laissez faire attitude towards drug use in private rooms. Not many would turn down the invite. Being there for the corruption of someone was always hot, especially if the boy hadn't even graduate from high school. No doubt some guys would get off knowing that their toxic loads would be leaking out of his hole, into his underwear or bed sheets, for his mom to wash later. Trent looked over at Matt, deciding he had enough time to think. "Look fag, I'm guessing you're freaking out a little." "Umm.. yeah, a bit," Matt replied, his heart racing. "Well, you're definitely going to convert. That slam with my blood guarantees it. Remember boy, you asked for it." "Yes sir" "You're going to come down with a flu in a few weeks. It's the fuck flu, and it'll meaning my bug is finally mixed into your DNA. You'll be poz for life. Pregnant with my toxic babies. In a couple of months, you'll go to the doctor. You might tell yourself that you might not have it, that maybe you're one of the lucky immune ones or a long term non-progressor. But you won't be. Your test will come back positive. You'll space out in the office. The doctor will tell you that it's, 'a serious but treatable condition' and that, 'you can have a normal life.' You'll nod and agree without hearing a word. You will schedule a follow up appoint, they'll want to get you started on a drug regimen. You'll go back... or you won't. You may be a model patient, taking your pills everyday, at the same time, having an undetectable viral load. Or you might be non-compliant, skipping days, my bug evolving resistance when drug levels in your blood wane. Maybe you'll have some extremely virulent load that'll make you waste away before your very eyes. I don't know. But when you are walking out of that doctor's appointment, I want you to think of me and my bug, and how way changed your entire fucking life." Matt, slacked jawed, didn't know what to say... but his cock was rock solid. Trent's hand went down to his shorts, pulling out his toxic cock. Trent, looking over at Matt, said, "Now worship this cock. I want you to thank it and kiss it, show it your gratitude. Thank it for the privilege of taking my dirty load, thank it for giving you my bug, and for making you sick. Thank it for initiating you into the bareback brotherhood." Matt dazed, drugged up, and intolerable horny, immediately lowered his head to Trent's cock, thanking it, kissing it, and gently sucking on the head. One toxic drop of precum leaked out, and Matt licked it up greedily. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He just lustily consumed toxic, HIV+ cum like a man in the desert guzzling water. But his cock was rock hard, and his hole was twitching, desperate for more cock. Matt realized that is what the Tina did. It shut of control off his mind and allowed his cock and hole to take command. Anything that made his cock hard or his hole full was now his one and only concern. He would let a dozen AIDS ravaged, thick cocked strangers fuck him in front of his parents, siblings, teammates, and grandparents if it was the only way to get more cock. He simply didn't care about anything else. Trent pulled off the main road, on to a slow street. They were nearly at the Warehouse, and he wanted to get Matt nice and horny. "Take off your tank and your shorts. You can leave the jock and shoes on," Trent commanded. Matt, while confused, but into the domination, began removing his tank. "Faster faggot," Trent snapped, slapping Matt on the back side of his head. Matt's cock jumped at the smack, and he hurried up, kicking off his shorts as he removed his tank. "Clothes," Trent said, holding out his open hand. Matt obeyed, handing Trent his clothes. Rolling down the window with one hand, Trent threw the clothes out in the middle of the street when they were parked at a red light. Matt, looking alarmed asked, "...but how do I..." Trent, stepping on the gas, repling "It's okay faggot. You don't needed those anyways. The most clothing you'll ever need is a jockstrap and some shoes." Trent put his hand down on Matt's semi hard bulge, giving it a few gentle squeezes, rewarding his boy for obeying without complaint. Matt, inhibitions lowered, enjoyed the attention even as cars and trucks drove past, giving most of them an unobstructed view of his nearly naked body. They eventually pulled into a parking lot, which wound around a fairly large, mostly windowless brick building. They pulled into the back, near a corner far away from the building. To the back was an open field and to the right was a lumberyard, with no one to see Matt in the dark of the night. However, on the other side was a wide street and an office building, with several of the windows still lit and a side walk with some foot traffic on it. Trent opened his car door, causing the interior lights to come on, fully exposing Matt to anyone who would have seen him. "Stay," Trent commanded him like he would have a dog, getting out of the car and opening the back passenger door. Rumbling around in his bag he pulled out the bottle of G Matt had seen at the apartment and a stack of plastic cups. He took a cup, carefully measuring out a pour of G. He handed a cup to Matt and told him to swallow. Matt downed the cup, tasting the salty aftertaste. Trent grabbed his bag, commanded Matt to, "get out the fucking car," and shut the door. Matt dutifully obeyed, nearly falling over as he stood up. Trent walked over to him, helping the stabilize an increasingly drugged up Matt. They walked through the parking lot, Matt only in his jock, dry cum shining on his upper inner thigh. Matt looked over to see people on the side walk, a few people possibly turning their heads and catching a glimpse of this drugged-up and loaded twinkish high school student. Trent held the door open for Matt, who stumbled in. As Trent talked to the desk manager, Matt made eye contact with a black guy on the other side of the room. He was wearing a polo and jeans, but Matt could see he was absolutely massive, with biceps the size of his head and a heaving chest. Without even realizing it, Matt was touching himself through his jockstrap in the middle of the lobby, exposed as the cock-hungry cum slut he was. Matt followed Trent like an obedient dog as they navigated through the bathhouse. Catching the site of random guys, Matt's cock began to swell. His whole perception was warped by the amphetamines racing through his blood. He thought back on this morning, when he would have been shocked at the thought of taking known poz loads in his hole. Yet, now he was ready to take toxic loads from anonymous strangers. He wanted their death seed in his hole, mixing with Trent's, making a beautiful cocktail of HIV+ jizz. They arrived at the door of a small room Trent had rented for their own private use. Setting down his bag, he told Matt to lay down on the bench. "Matt," he began, "are you ready for another slam?" "Yes, I want it." Trent gave him a slap to the side of his head, striking his ear. Gently grabbing Matt by his throat he said, "From now on, you'll refer to me as sir. You are my faggot, I created you and I own you know. Is that understood?" "Yes sir," Matt responded, his swelling cock revealing just how much he enjoyed the abuse. Trent took Matt's arm, tying it off, making Matt's veins pop out. Trent took a moment to admire his creation, the boy he had impregnated with his DNA. He looked so sexy, on his back, in his jockstrap, already begging for his next slam like an addict. Trent could tell he was going to become addicted, that he was going to need T in his life from now on. He could see how much ecstasy Matt was in; he knew that after this weekend Matt's normal life would seem too dull. That from now on, Matt was going to consider slamming and bareback sex the pinnacle of enjoyment. Tina would sink her claws into him. He'd crave it, slam, and then crave raw cock. And raw cock would make him crave tina. An enticing circle that would define him from now on. And there he was, this beautiful soccer stud, in a jockstrap, his short dark blond hair, with his loving family and his schoolmates and teammates at home, begging for another hit of meth and craving raw cock from any stranger. He wanted men older than his father fucking their toxic loads into his boyhole, even thanking them for it. Trent, having tied himself off, stuck the point in his arm, drawing out a scarlet plume of his blood before removing the needle from his arm. He then carefully took it, finding one of Matt's veins, and sticking it in. Pulling back on the plunger, looking for the color to darken before slowly pushing the meth-blood hybrid into his boy's arm. Even in the darkened room, Trent could see Matt's pupils dilated, could see his tina-filled cock become a bit softer. He reached down, grabbed the waist band of Matt's jock, removing it so he could see his limp little boy cock. "Go on Matt, get yourself hard" Trent told him, knowing he wouldn't be able to do much with it. It was perfect, his fag was becoming the hole-centered cumslut he was meant to be. Trent grabbed a gel cocking from his bag, giving it to Matt to put on. Trent knew it wouldn't do much to keep Matt hard, but he thought the aesthetic was hot none the less. Matt continued to tug on his limp little boy cock as he saw another man walk in. Matt could see he had a thick muscular chest and a shaved head. He looked older, Matt guessed that he was in his fifties and he was a complete fucking god. Matt knew he wanted his daddy dick in his newly broken in fucked. He dropped his towel, just as Trent turned around saying, "Hey Dan. You're the first to arrive." "Fuck you weren't lying T. He is one hot fag. You seriously pozzed and slammed this kid?" Dan asked. "Yep," Trent smirked holding up the point he had just used on Matt, "and I made sure my DNA got into his blood with this, his second slam of the night with my blood mixed in." "Fuck, I'm jealous," Dan said, "I've been wanting to add an 18 year old to my collection." "So have I. You need to do a better job of keeping up," Trent joked. He and Dan met a few months ago at a gifting party in Dallas. They were both from the Houston area and both enjoyed converting neg guys into poz brothers. They had a friendly little rivalry seeing who had impregnated the most "sons" with their toxic babies. Dan was further ahead, but Trent had been catching up. And they loved sharing their prizes with one another, showing off and initiating them into the poz community. Matt, still feeling the rush, barely heard them over his racing head, the heat emanating from his body, and the music coming in from the hallway where men continued to pass by. All Matt focused on was Dan's pierced cock, his pierced nipples, and the biohazard tat directly above his thick cock. "You want the honor of fucking him first?" Trent asked, knowing his seed was already well on its way to being planted in Matt's DNA. Grabbing Matt's foot, he moved him around like an object, sticking a shard of T up his ass, knowing it would make his hole loose and cut into the sides at the same time, providing easier massage for Dan and his toxic jizz. Dan replied by flipping Matt onto his stomach and then lifting up his waist to get him into position, moving him around like a rag doll. Matt was already moaning like a bitch in heat just in the anticipation of taking Dan's cock up his hole. Dan press his cock up on Matt's hole. "Beg for my poz cock, boy." "Please sir, give me your cock." "You want this toxic load faggot?" Dany replied. This sent Matt into over drive. "Yes sir, please sir, I want you toxic load. I want your AIDs, please daddy." Happy with that, Dan slammed into Matt, watching the mix of pain and pleasure on his innocent looking face. He knew he was going to be relentless and he knew this boy would love it. "Damn," Dan thought, "T was lucky to find this fag." Dan's mind raced, thinking of the plans he knew Trent would have in store for his freshly pozzed, tina addicted high school fuck hole. Meanwhile, Matt's thought were totally replaced by the pain and pleasure emanating from his hole. It felt so good to have Dan's toxic cock in his hole, stretching it out, making him fly. It felt so good Matt was slipping out of thought and of mind, his reality becoming ever more dream-like. Slipping in and out, his reality narrowing down to his hole. He heard the distant sound of Trent laughing and a muffled "...little to much G..." before quickly, quietly slipping into blackness.

I love groups the best. So many more opportunities to be a big pig in a group!!

Oh, hell, yes. Wish that would have been me.

I'm not into roleplays. When someone calls me a daddy, it's actually a turn off. Can't you just shut up, be a man, push me up against a wall and fuck me?

I've been barebacking for over 50 years, occasionally with people I knew but mostly anonymous. In the early 80s most of my fuckbuds got sick and died. But it never crossed my mind to use condoms. I had a man use a condom on me when I was a boy, and I didn't like it. I've never done it again. I'm still neg, but most of my friends aren't. I don't think it's conscious, but they didn't want to play when I was around. So, I've been seriously chasing ,and i love it. I've taken hundreds of poz loads this year, even hosting pozzing partes. Still neg as of last week. My friends have chilled so we can play again, and they all do anon without disclosing. One of them definitely stealths and is not on meds. I have to say, it turns me on. I think people taking loads have to take responsibility. If you don't want the bug and can't get on PreP, don't bareback. If you bareback don't want to convert and aren't on PreP and get infected, don't blame the guy who gave it to you, even if he knew. Not his fault, your fault. And don't assume you'd never hide or lie about your status to get laid. Happens all the time. If you want to be safe be safe. Don't expect the poz guys to make you safe

Want a tip for getting more mileage out of your old poppers? Try pouring some out onto a cotton ball and put that into a small glass jar (I use a baby food jar) and close the lid tight. Let it sit for a few minutes before taking a big hit. Make sure you're sitting or laying down before you do, because this will literally put you on your butt.

Just dumped a 4 day old load up a nice muscular guy's ass. Went for stroll on the nude beach and came across a guy laying ass up. He saw me coming and got on all fours. I went straight in, felt very slick. He said he had 2 laods there already. He got number three.

Long time, no post. The past two months have been wild. I can now deep throat my Boss! And he has been making frequent use of my new skill. I also got to play along side some of his other boys, in addition to having had a couple great group nights with the Boss's friends. Oh, and he officially declared me his favorite boy. The other two were soooo jealous. We're still on the down low at work, but due to some, shall we say, timing mishaps, I ended up having to introduce him to my family, which didn't know I was gay. It was initially awkward but after a while were accepting, even if he openly controls me, as he often does. For instance, he insists I wear a collar all the time outside of work. Oh, and speaking of work, when I said now. And at work, well, when I said we were on the down low, I wasn't entirely accurate. My boss' immediate supervisor also knows, because my boss has shared me with him. It came to a head when my boss and I were both called into the supervisor's office, and no sooner had the door closed when the supervisor announced "I know what was going on between the two of you." I thought I was fucked, and apparently the look that crossed my face was emphatic, because they both cracked-up upon seeing my expression. It turned-out the supervisor had known the whole time, and had even shared one of Boss's other boys some time earlier. After that, well, I can't say I ever expected to be spit-roasted at work by two black guys when I took the job, and I especially wouldn't have expected to be deep throating one of them. Oh, I should add, my Boss read my post on here, and approved it. He has encouraged me to write some actual fiction. Considering the responses I've received, I imagine I will try my hand at it soon enough.

Damn this story just keeps getting hotter and hotter. Thanks for keeping it going.

Can´t wait for part 5! Well done!!!!!!!!!!!!

fun topic. I was approached by a dom top about a month ago and were exploring him "training" me to be a "pussy bottom." I know some guys shrink away from using the word "pussy" to label or describe their ass hole, and I get that. I don't relate to being feminine, or maybe more accurately: 'girly.' That isn't really a fit for me. But from a utility standpoint, I can relate to my hole being a pussy on several different levels, and damned if it doesn't look like one a lot of times when it gets that kinda swollen look around the edges and is more a slit than a puckered sphincter. I get totally turned on by tops who want it loose and used, there's a hot synergy between our slutty desires. I love when a top wants to leave his signature on me that way, a loose cum filled hole.

I can make mine tight if I feel like it needs to be or if requested to do so but I find it a turn on when a top tells me to make it loose and don't tighten up. Focusing on staying open and loose is hot and really keeps me into the fuck.

Part 4....................... Don pulled me away from Josh for a private word. I had an inclining of what he wanted to say. “Listen Jase, I know you’re horny about this idea but what would really seal the deal is if you help out in the show,” he commented, giving me that same insane grin. I didn’t immediately answer as the thought of fucking in front of an audience was actually turning me on. “You want me to fuck Ethan, I take it?” I asked. Don didn’t answer, but his smirk said it all. “So, pozzing a negative bottom and some incest for the punters?” I asked in follow-up. “You got it, Jase, and you know you want to,” Don replied, copping a feel through my trousers of my cock, which was now quite hard. “Your head and dick certainly want to,” he added. I kissed him hard, “Fucking cunt, you knew I’d do it,” I remarked after breaking off the kiss, “...but on one condition." “Oh? What?” Don growled back at me although he also knew in the back of his mind what was coming. “If we’re doing incest, I also wanna fuck your son,” I answered, using a completely serious voice. Don looked into my eyes and thought for a couple of seconds before he replied “You know I haven’t wanted to go there. My relationship with Jermaine already took a nose dive after that time he came to live with me and he tried to kiss me,” Don replied, returning my serious expression. “I know, but I also know he loves you very much and wants to show you. He had just found out he was HIV positive and his stepfather had kicked him out. He needed comforting and, in retrospect I think he was sorry how he responded to you that night but I think he feels like you pushed him away and you don’t love him,” I explained, putting my hand on Don’s arm. “He told you?” Don asked me, softening some. “Yeah, when he stayed with me a few months ago. I never told you because he asked me not to,” I continued. Don looked over at his magnificent son who was talking to two of the American distributors. He was extremely handsome with an incredible body. He might not be as beefed-up as his father, but was none the less amazingly ripped and defined, and his cock was almost as big as Don’s. “I love him too” Don said, his eyes welling up. “Show him,” I urged, giving Don a light kiss. After a quick chat to Julian, he called the boys over, explaining “Okay, guys, we need a show. Chris and Sam, would you play together for our guests and Chris, would you top?” he asked the brothers. They both grinned and Ethan looked a little disappointed not to be included with his boyfriend. “Don’t worry Ethan, you have your own special performance to put on,” Julian explained, giving Ethan a smile, as he added “Ben here is negative and wants to convert for the audience,” Julian said, which earned a smile from everyone. "Josh, as you’re packing some deadly seed, would you please do the honours please and breed him?” With this Jermaine was clearly disappointed, so Julian hastened to explain "“Don’t worry Jermaine, you’ll also be putting on a ‘special’ show for us,” giving him a wide smile of pleasure. Both Ethan and Jermaine looked slightly confused but said nothing and Julian moved to the middle of the room before they could say anything else. “Ladies and Gents. If I could have your attention please,” Julian asked in commanding tone. The room fell silent quickly and all heads turned to Julian standing near the large bed in the centre of the room. “As so many of you have commented this evening on our delicious models, we thought we’d put on a little impromptu performance for your pleasure,” he remarked, grinning broadly to the sea of heads. There was a lot of buzzing chatter and a round of applause broke out. “Thank you. Thank you. As you know, BoyToy prides itself on only the very best models and hardcore performances. We want the audience at home to know that if a BoyToy is being bred on video for the first time, he really is HIV negative and wants to convert,” pausing for effect, and then resuming "and tonight we have such a BoyToy who is, in fact, HIV negative and wishes to be bred here tonight for your pleasure.” With that Julian grinned madly at the audience, which once again burst into cheers and clapping. Resuming, Julian added "And as you are all aware, we also have two brothers who have consented to fuck each other for your pleasure," pausing again for more cheers. “You should also know that both boys are negative, or at least they were 24 hours ago before being bred multiple times with poison cum and tonight they are greedy for more.” He finished his remarks to wild applause and a few whoops. “Boys?” Julian called as the lights in the room dimmed while spots shown down on the bed. Chris and Sam walked forward, now completely naked, Chris holding his younger brother's hand. Both were still sporting their induced erections. A wild round of applause followed them to the centre of the room as Josh and Ben followed behind. “Brothers Chris and Sam” Julian announced as Chris and Sam stood in the spot lights glare, “and HIV and very positive Josh and HIV negative Ben” finishing the introductions. After the clapping died down it became hushed very quickly and as background music piped up, both sets of boys started to kiss. Chris was passionately tonguing his younger brother while each caressed and explored his brother's naked body. On the other side of the bed, Josh started making out with Ben who was slightly shorter than Josh, who had, meanwhile, found Ben’s naked bum cheeks and was squeezing hard while Ben clearly had one hand wrapped firmly round Josh’s cock. Chris pushed Sam back onto the bed which was deceptively high, allowing easy access for the top to stand and fuck. Chris was now down on Sam’s cock sucking him hard while he squirmed in pleasure at his elder Brother’s touch. Ben had got to his knees and had Josh’s cock down his throat, expertly sucking him and almost swallowing him whole. The crowd of people standing round moved in closer and coincidentally there was a lot of crotch fondling and re-positioning as cocks as every man's cock had clearly started to swell. Don and I watched from the back of the room on monitors as cameras had been set up to capture all the action,“This is so fucking awesome,” Don whispered. The action had stepped up some and Josh had lifted Ben up and thrown him onto the bed so that Ben’s head was near Sam on the opposite side. Josh then went down on Ben’s cock sucking him hard and very rough. I knew about this aspect of Josh and knew he loved being treated like a sub slut by older guys but equally loved to treat younger ones just as badly. He was sucking Ben, biting him, sucking his balls into his mouth and all the time he had a couple of fingers inside Ben’s cunt causing him discomfort. Clearly Ben was enjoying it though and was moaning loudly for the crowd while pushing Josh’ head down harder. Chris too had upped his game and was now devouring Sam’s cunt, spreading his cheeks and finger fucking him while Sam wanked himself hard. It didn’t take long before Ben and Sam were kissing with tongues as their mouths were close enough albeit upside down. Meanwhile, some of the guys looking on the scene were openly tugging on their dicks as they’d had to release themselves. After a good period of make out Josh stood up to aim his cock at Ben’s cunt and the audience audibly breathed in. Josh wasn’t going to make this easy for Ben either, he’d used his spit to lube his ass and also spat on his hand to rub over his cock then lining up he pushed into Ben with rapid force. Ben squealed loudly which gained another round of applause as Josh started to fuck him. Everyone knew they were watching a healthy HIV negative boy getting a potential infecting from a greedy positive cock and clearly they loved it as more of the men in the audience started wanking hard. I noticed the German guy I’d been talking to almost drooling at the scene with a nice fat dick in his hands. Chris too had stood up and pulled Sam closer to him and again the audience watched ecstatically as he slid his long thick dick into his brother’s cunt. It was like the room lifted up a level in sexual tension as now both boys were being bred. The fucking became intensive and, although all the boys were hard on Viagra, they were clearly reveling in being watched by an audience that was becoming more and more debauched by proceedings. Ben and Sam were both groaning wildly, holding on to the bed as their bodies were being invaded with more ferocity by Josh and Chris. It was almost like each top was spurring the other on to fuck harder. All the boys were now sweating profusely under the hot glare of the lights and the physical excursion of hard fucking. Considering neither Chris, Sam or Josh had ever done anything like this before, each was doing an awesome job which had not escaped Don or Julian’s attention. After nearly ten minutes of fucking action, Sam began to groan loudly and started to cum hard shooting his load so far and hard it projected over his head before hitting his face. The crowd cheered loudly at that one. Ben too was getting close and Josh the ever consummate dirty cunt slowed and bent down to catch his first spurts of cum as Ben too groaned, shooting into Josh’s open mouth before Josh continued to pile drive his ass while swallowing his cum. Chris was the first of the tops to cum and after a few more minutes he slowed, with sweat dripping from his face, pulling out and Sam leaning up on his elbows just managed to catch the first torrent of his brother’s orgasm in his open mouth. He quickly grabbed Chris’ cock and pumped it to lick out all his cum, eating enthusiastically to a huge round of applause from the standing crowd. Now all eyes were on Josh as he continued for another five minutes before he too began to slow and as the crowd held Its collective breath he let out an animal roar as he came hard pumping his deadly load of jizz deep inside Ben’s negative cunt. Again the crowd whooped and applauded loudly as Josh collapsed onto Ben’s sweaty and cum covered body, kissing madly but all the time keeping his cock deep inside him. Julian stepped forward and addressed the crowd, “Pozz load one” he said grinning happily to yet more applause. “I hope you enjoyed round one” he said looking at the happy faces before him, “If you have the need, I’m sure the boys would be happy to take any deposits you have” He said looking at the hard cocks before him. All the boys looked very happy as cocks started moving forward to them and as four willing mouths opened up, cum started shooting from a number of directions. Don and I were so turned on I had my hand wrapped round his fat dick and he had a finger up my cunt as we watched the four lads take copious amounts of cum, bukkake style. Ben seemed to be getting most loads, which we suspected were perhaps poz, to help him convert, but Josh, Sam and Chris were receiving plenty themselves and what they got they shared while kissing and cumswapping. The whole scene was amazing. When the piss started flowing the boys didn’t disappoint either and were open mouthed taking what ever came their way, “Fucking awesome” Don growled at me. “So are you?” I asked him, feeling so turned on right now from drink and live sex while pumping a huge fat cock. “Yeah, I’ll fuck him” He grinned back at me. “Sweet” I replied as we kissed again. To be continued ..................................

love public action - did a lot too in public squares (amsterdam, london, istanbul) streets parks lifts balconies stairs hallways hotel halls bars cars

I take any big cock, it has never been too big, and I can tell that I had some really extraordinary pieces inside me. To name the guys who owned the most insane hole destroyers my keywords are Jamaica and Nigeria. I didn't measure them, but these cocks' ends were hanging between the guy's knees. Such cocks can also make me cum hands-free.

Sorry I was work on finishing school so I will write some more soon.

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

Another great chapter just set up for another hot poz fucking mmmmmm.

I originally voted a while back staying neg but realized recently that the last 10 men who have fucked me have all cum in my ass. I know none of their names and simply took their word on their statuses. So now I have changed my vote to end up poz since I always play bareback with strangers. Oh and all 10 have been black men which is one of the highest risk groups.

Been getting fucked pretty regularly by a full blown top bud. He thinks it is nuts that I want to go full blown but he keeps bug fucking me. Got his load in my ass now.

Yeah indeed. What I dont understand is why It wouldnt be enough, for those deliberately taking toxic loads, to be satisfied with the knowledge of absorbing a dudes DNA, his essence, his protein, his seed... For me as a top THAT is what makes it so satisying. And, in the case I were a bottom, that alone would be the best thing about the whole breeding. Again, I dont judge anyone here.

Want to find a POZ top to give complete control and become his slave! Poz top will breed and turn slave! slave will also receive toxic tattoo after seed has been planted

i got laser hair removal, so no bumps ever.. before that i used nair and shaved. you can prevent redness by drying the skin out with clearasil or rubbing alcohol. in porn, they use air brushing.

FT. LAUDERDALE - Finally - been out of the scene for a while! Got to breed a cute chasing neg bottom boy here in town. Went to his apartment. He sucked me hard, bent over the couch, and took my raw cock and load. Enjoyed the poz talk and really enjoyed finally getting to nut in a warm hole!

His profile on Scruff read ‘dominant poz top’, and his picture had a mischevious little smile. He was a visitor from out of state, into barebacking with his 8” uncut cock. I immediately ‘woofed’ him. “Always glad to meet a poz, bare top!” I hastily typed. He woofed in response, and I told him I was seriously overdue for a deep breeding and hot depth charge… would he be interested in helping a guy out? He wanted to know if I was furry (I’m not) because he’s into hairy guys. “Just some chest hair,” I said. “Show me,” he responded. I sent him some pics and got no response. Bummer. Ten minutes later, he wanted to know if I could host. I guess he was horny enough that it didn’t matter I wasn’t an otter or bear. I had the house to myself, but my schedule was a bit hectic that day; I had to be on a conference call in about 45 minutes, and had another obligation around dinner. But maybe we could work it out (or in) later in the evening…? His reply text said he was hoping to fuck soon, not later. I asked if he would be interested in a pump-n-dump before my conference call…? If he could get to my house shortly (he was only 2 miles away), I’d be lubed up and ready; he could unload his poz seed into my hungry ass, leave, and I could join my call… with an ass nicely full of charged cum. Just a few minutes later, he was on his way over in an Uber cab. Holy shit. I was already semi-hard and almost shaking with excitement; it had all happened so fast. It’s been over six months since I was last fucked (I’m more the top with my bf), and my hole is tight. I knew that taking his big cock would be a challenge, especially in a ‘quickie’ situation, but if he worked my nips so I got totally turned on I could probably manage it. I hesitated, and then nervously sent a text asking if he was ‘viral’ or ‘undetectable’. I said that viral loads turned me on but I didn’t tell him I was neg. “Viral.” This was getting hotter by the minute. My cock was awake and at half-mast already. An active, toxic load from a big cock was now just a few minutes away. I felt like I found a winning ticket in the ‘chaser’ lottery. Maybe I would finally, finally get pozzed. I’ve been ‘chasing’ on and off for quite awhile; years, actually. Early on, I went a little crazy and took a couple dozen poz loads over several months, but as hot as each charged seeding was, none did the conversion trick. Some of those guys were on meds, but at least a few were viral, I know. After repeated exposures and testing, I sort of gave up that I could actually catch the bug. Nowadays, I don’t hook up very often; partly that is because I have a partner, partly it is the location where I live, and it’s also because I’m pretty selective. My man and I have a very open relationship. He knows that poz loads have always turned me on, that a ‘chaser’ lurks in my shadows. Actually, both of us have taken poz loads from various guys — once or twice from the same guy, independently! He has watched me get filled with a poz load when we’ve played together with someone, and it really turns him on, watching a guy shoot his charged cum deep inside me. But for my partner, getting pozzed hasn’t been an obsession like it has for me; he connects with neg guys, whereas I only hook up when I know they’re poz (and preferably viral). Secretly, my man likes the idea of his mate as a poz bottom slut. Not only do I like that idea too, but secretly, I want to poz him. I know he wants it, just like I do. My darkest fantasy is not just to get infected with the bug, but then to hear my man begging for me to give him the gift, too. I want to slide my throbbing poz shaft deep into his willing hole and then flood him with a gusher of my toxic seed, marking him forever. Together. My Scruff hookup arrived at the house in a few minutes after our last text message. I only had 20 minutes before I was supposed to be on my phone conference. Wearing a pair of gym shorts easy to pull off, my shirt unbuttoned, my hole lubed, I was ready. Cock awake and semihard. A short, built, Latino guy, he walked in and promptly pulled out his big, uncircumcised shaft, already hard. Impressive. I took it in my hands, and then led him away from the front windows to the bedroom, where I dropped my shorts and he promptly pushed me down onto the bed. "We don't have much time," I reminded him. No kissing, no foreplay. In moments, his fat tool was pushing at my hole from behind, and he was telling me to ‘take it’. Face in the pillow, I was breathing and trying to relax, but his cock was huge and I was seriously out of practice as a bottom. It hurt like hell, and I was constricting rather than relaxing. “Relax and let me in.” If it wasn’t for a phone call in 15 minutes, if our hookup hadn’t needed to be a ‘quickie’, it might have been a different story; he would be able to work it in slow. For better or worse, that wasn’t what our scene was going to be today. “You like that viral cock bare inside you, don’t you?” “Oh fuck yes,” I moaned, though it hurt like hell. I wanted to be on my back, have him working my nips, kissing me… working me up so I could relax and take it better. Deeper and deeper he pushed his toxic shaft into my tender hole from behind, forcing his way in. I felt my ass screaming as it stretched. Was I tearing inside? “Just pump it into me,” I begged. “Give me your viral load deep.” “Not until I’ve fucked you nice and loose….” I turned my head, wanting him to kiss me. He wouldn’t. He kept drilling away, deeper and deeper. I wanted to relax and enjoy it, but I also wanted him to just shoot and poz me — there was that damn phone call for work that I needed to join. My ass was screaming but he was getting deeper and deeper. “Give me your viral load,” I begged. “Poz me.” “You want my toxic seed?” “Fuck yes! Pump that viral load deep inside my neg hole.” There, I said it. For a minute, he slowed. “You’re neg?” “Yes.” “On PrEP?” I shook my head. “No… I’m chasing. Have hooked up with lots of poz guys but have never converted. Still trying.” For a moment, I couldn’t tell his reaction. He paused. Then he started fucking me harder and deeper. “So, you wanna be poz, huh? That’s what you want? Well, I’ve never had meds in seven years... nice long time for me to build up a high viral count. Maybe I can be the one who finally gives it to you.” “Oh fuck, yes, please….!” I gasped, head in the pillow. “Suck my cock,” he instructed, pulling out, flipping me over, and shoving his large lubed shaft into my mouth, gagging me. I tasted lube and my own ass. “You like lubed, dirty cock?” I moaned and nodded, my mouth full. “Then take it all the way down.” He rammed it down my throat again. Gag reflex. Choking. I sucked him a few minutes, him forcing his big cock down my throat, tears in my eyes as I choked on it. “Now ride my poz, viral cock.” My hole was opened enough now that I could work down on his hard tool, though it still hurt. I rode it up and down, begging for him to seed me. It was obvious that I would be a few minutes late for the call, but there were plenty of others dialing in, and I wouldn’t be missed initially. And at this moment, I didn’t care. I needed this charged seed deep inside me. Needed it badly. Riding his toxic shaft, I started working his nipples, and he started to moan with pleasure, working mine in return. He drove the big poz drill deeper up inside my hole, up into my belly it seemed. Suddenly he pushed me back, flipped over, and drove in again from behind. Somehow we had crossed the point where I’d been loosened it didn’t hurt so much. Not quite. “Poz me,” I begged again. “Plant that viral seed deep inside of my neg hole…” “Yeah, I’m gonna give it to you now… I’m gonna give you what you want!” With a thrust that impaled me from behind, eyes rolling back in his head, as he grunted and erupted a geyser of hot toxic cum deep into my raw ass. He kept fucking. I wanted to cum, too, wanted to scream with agony and pleasure as he unloaded inside me, but decided to hold onto it. My ass was on fire. He pulled out and bent down, his tongue licking my hole, eating me out. Felching me. Fuck, it was hot and felt insanely good, but I didn’t want him to remove any of that viral seed. “Don’t suck it out of me,” I protested weakly. “I need it deep inside to do its work.” He came up and smiled, leaned forward and kissed me, pushing poz cum into my mouth with his tongue. “Don’t worry, amigo, there’s plenty of my virus deep inside you now… and I’ve got more in my cock and balls to give you some more loads. I can cum four or five times.” Then he pushed his fat cock inside me again, working the fresh seed deep into my raw hole. I gasped and moaned. “I want to come back and breed you again. You free on Saturday night? Late?” “Fuck yes, I am…” “Hot. I want to spend a good hour with you, plant three or four toxic loads inside… we gotta do what we can to convert you while I’m here.” Talk about a fantasy cum true. I looked over at the bedside clock. It was four minutes past the hour. “I have to get on that phone call,” I said. “I can be on mute, but I have to dial in.” Naked, my ass on fire, I walked into the front room, dialed the number with my mobile, entered the access code, muted the phone, and walked back into the bedroom. “You want to shower?” I asked. “No, I’m good. I’ll just call an Uber cab and go.” Because I didn’t cum, I was still horny as fuck, and I stood there for a couple of minutes as he twisted and worked my nipples. He kissed me. My ass was burning, and I was thrilled to be full of active, viral seed. In the living room, waiting for his cab, a conversation emanating from the speaker of my mobile I placed on the desk, I sucked his cock a little longer, savoring the taste of my ass on its thick, hot firmness. “Would you have come here if I told you I was neg?” I asked, curious. He nodded. “We’re two mutually consenting adults. I offer full disclosure as being poz. If someone wants my seed, I’ll give it to them.” The Uber cab pulled up outside. “Next time, I get at least an hour with you,” he smiled as he walked out the door. “That’s a deal,” I smiled. Sitting at my desk, wearing only my loose grey gym shorts, only half hearing the conversation I was supposed to be participating in, all I could think about was my burning, stretched hole… and that I was full of hot, toxic seed. My long dry spell was ended. Hopefully I had finally taken the magic bullet. A little while later, I went to the bathroom to put a bit of lotion on my raw hole, feeling it warm and wet, puffy and stretched loose. Heaven. Not long after that, I was feeling kind of juicy down there. Probably just the lotion; I didn’t think any cum had leaked out, because I was holding it tightly inside, letting it do its infectious work. When I wiped my hole with a bit of toilet paper, a little bit of pink blood stained it. I nearly wept with excitement! That viral, Latino cock forcing its way into me had stretched my hole wide enough to cause microtears, which would certainly raise the chances for conversion. For the rest of the phone conference, for the rest of the afternoon, I drifted around the house in a state of euphoria. I felt ecstatic — full of viral poz seed, my ass sore and torn, and hoping that bad little bug might finally be working its way deep into me. I hoped too that we’d be able to hook up again two nights from now on Saturday. I badly wanted another breeding session and deep injection. I wanted his multiple charged loads. My hole would probably be still raw enough that it would tear again, and his toxic seed could cross easily into my bloodstream. Freshly fucked and pozzed. Now, hopefully I would convert. And I was already counting the hours until Saturday night for round two.

i got my last CUM LOADS at the BIG Top Circus Adult Theater at 569th and Federal in Denver, CO. I spent 48 hours hanging around blowing strangers cocks. I was able to take in syringes of Crystal Meth and keep myself at a very HORNY and SLEAZY mindset. The Theater is open 24/7 and the manager on duty could care less what goes on. I went in on Wednesday around 4:30pm when guys start getting off from work. I also posted on craigslist, Address4Sex.com and Squirt that there was a cocksucker looking for anonymous CUM LOADS, and not wanting reciprocation. I ran out of meth about 3 hours ago but I'm still HORNY. I'm just going to rest up a bit and snack on the LOADS from the female condom I had in my ads. I am invited to a PnP sex party later tonight.

At school Tommy and I have tuff time as both of us are out about being Gay. We do like looking at the Hot jocks with their rip mussels bodies but it’s the hot jocks who are the problem .They push us around and make our life very hard and sometimes we get beat up. The leader of the Jocks is Bret and he is always talking about how many girls he has fuck. In the chafferer the only ones who sit with us are 2 lesbians as they feel safe with us and hate Bret as much as we do. I so fed up with the stuff Bret is going to everyone I come up with a plan to fix Bret for good. I ask Victor & Job if it would be ok , they are OK with it. I ask Henry if he is willing to help as his baby brother had his arm broken by Bret last year and he is all in with my plan. The school is having a big party and I ask the 2 lesbians to get to Bret and slip something into Bret drink and once that is done Tommy & I will take over.Before the party started we did see Bret drinking with a few of his friends and once inside the girls went to work. 30 minutes later we see the drug working so we come over to Bret and see his will is GONE and direct him out side to the van that we borrow from Henry. Once inside I give Bret a shot that Henry says will knock him out and it does. Once we get to Henry place we take him out and get him ready for our revenge. In the basement we get Bret naked and we are laughing our ass off as Bret has a small 4-5 dick and he is always talking about who has fuck.We cuff him up as he is starting to wake up and is not happy so we give him something to drink and its spike with G and we leave him for a few minutes and when we get back the G is doing its job. He ask whats going to happen and we tell him he is our guest of honor. Bret will to resist is very low now as Tommy comes over with a syringe to give him his first slam, he says all he does is weed, I tell him once he does this Bret will love it. We see the flash of blood and he is coughing and it has done its trick. Tommy and I start to make out in front of Bret wile we have hot gay porn on the TV . We can see in his eye he is ready so we unhook him and cuff him to the bed face up as we both go down on his little dick and can see he is excited , so Tommy stick his dick in Bret face and tells him to do exactly as I’m doing to Tommy dick as i’m doing to his.I take my finger in Bret hole and JACKPOT a virgin tight hole that will soon be wreck. I give him his first booty bump and he is responding to everything we are doing to him. I go to Bret face and tell him that it time for another slam and this one is a heavy one as we keep him hydrated. We tell Henry we are ready soon and to get the cameras ready as we are make Bret a star. Bret is like a bowl of jelly now as we take him over to the sling and once in he is cuffed up so we can control him better. I go down on Bret hole to get him ready for Tommy as he won the coin toss. Tommy is going to go slow so maybe he will enjoy being our bitch. As Tommy gets his dick in Henry has come in and started filming and Bret is really enjoy this.Tommy is ready to cum in Bret former virgin hole and ask leave his TOXIC inside, I say leave it in as we are make Bret part of our gang. It’s now my turn and I’m now going to be so nice as Tommy as I get the PA and the tip of my dick just in and then it’s going balls deep, Bret reaction shock me as he like it, so he likes it? I tell him we are going to be giving him our POZ TOXIC SEED and his reaction is I rally like this. Henry is laughing his ass off that we have a natural here so just go for it as I slam fuck him as fast as I can and drop a heavy load in him. After I pull out I see some spots of blood so I go to Bret face and show him and to clean it off, he does like he's done this before.Tommy and I drop 3 more loads in him and we had him asking for more TOXIC POZ cum in his hole. Henry ask if he can call some friends over and makes a post on BBRT for guys who are not on meds to come over to help POZ up Bret.

As the old guy helps me out of the sling I then realized how FUCKUP I am. I reach back I feel how big my hole is as my own 4 fingers fit right in very easy. He is holding me up and kissing me and saying what great time he had and can't wait to see me again and see if he can go even deeper & wider. I'm so high as they take Tommy and I to the bathroom to clean us off and I can see Tommy is barely able to stand. After we are cleaned up we are just laying on the bed when I start to crash. I was told Tommy and I were in that bed for close to 20 hours and as I wake up in Tommy arms he starts to kiss me and says I hope you had as good as he had. My hole feels so empty and cold now and before it felt so full and warm. Hope I can get that feeling back again and like the old guy said going deeper and wider. The trip back was not easy as I'm craving Tina but Victor wants me back in shape soon as I have to get back to being a earner and I don't make much with my ass but my dick and Tina is not great for having a hard dick. 5 days after I return from IML I'm back to work fucking for Victor as all the men I fuck are nice and know what they want and there holes are clean as fucking a dirty hole is no fun. Sunday morning Victor is horny more ever and just grabs me and forced me on to his 12X8 dick once he is like a rock puts me on all fours spits on my hole and drives right in. When he did this before IML it was a little painful as now I'm really like it this rough. As he is jackhammering me my dick is as like a rock and I'm cumming from this ruff fucking Victor is giving me. When he blows his load in me deep his slaps me on my ass as that's to single me that his dick needs cleaning. Once his dick was clean he can see that I had shot out a load also and smiles and says what a slut I have become. A few days later I was told we are running low on party supplies and it's my turn to go and get them. Tommy had told me he's glad it's not him as the dealer keeps you for 3 days for some ruff stuff. I ask Victor if I can get some G or Tina before I go and he says no as they want me for something special this time. I get to the address and it's a nice place so I ring the bell at the exact time I was told , when the door opens there is this big black man who is about 6ft 6 with mussels on mussels and the nastiest mean look on his face, he says you are Victor BOY when I said yes his face went from scary to the biggest smile he says I'm Henry come on in we are glad you could make it. Once inside he introduces me to his 3 brothers and takes me into the living room where there is this white boy about my age but he looks like I know this person. He's on couch not moving much. Henry says this punk had one of his friends arrested.I do know this ass hole as he is one of the big time jocks at the school I go to, he goes around school saying how many girls he has fuck. This boy says he is straight and they want me to fuck and POZ him up wile they take pictures so they can black mail him later. Once I hear I'm to POZ this boy my dick goes in to rock hard mode as that is almost as good as getting slammed with a heavy dose of Tina. They have him on G right now and will slam him once we get into the basement. Once down their Henry brothers get him on the bed and as I look around this place is set up really nice with slings , benches and all types of toys for working on holes. I see the brothers are taking a brush to this boys hole as they are very serious about getting him POZED. My dick in now even harder if that's possible as I get out of my clothes Henry see my hard dick and said WOW nice dick boy, Victor said you are hung but not this big and I guess you are ready to POZ this bitch as they are giving him a booty bump , the only noise coming from him is the moans of pleasure as they put the strap around his arm I see the flash of blood it's done as his is coughing heavy. I check over his body and see he has maybe a 5 inch dick and as he is half awake I come up to him and he recognized me and I say to him now this is a dick the girl really want and not yours. The lights are turn on , I go over to him and say now suck a real mans dick and he says no , Henry pulls out a cattle prod and gives him a jolt and his mouth opens up and what a shitty cock sucker he is. Now with the head of my dick with the PA ready to go in, I say to my self should go in easy or just goes balls deep from the start as he fuck over Henry so I just drive in balls deep, fuck him and this is one tight hole so maybe he's a virgin? I can sense he is in pain as I start to go in and out slow at first but his hole is still tight and I can see with the bright lights some blood so my toxic seed will be mixing with his really soon. When I shoot my first load in him deep Henry is saying to the boys face you don't ever fuck with me or any my brothers again as we now own your ass as you are now part of the brotherhood and will now soon be POZ like all of us here. I keep my dick in him and Henry tells the boy to now clean my dick , he does and it's the most blood I have ever seen so I must have really torn up his former negative hole. He is slammed again and some G and Henry is asking him in front of the camera if he wants more POZ dick in him, if he wants to be their slut and willing to do anything. They put a plug in his hole and leave him there and tell me if I could drop 3 more loads in him before they start to party with me FUCK YEA as POZZING a negative hole really gets me off now and in a few minutes I'm ready. I don't know with wrong or right with me but when I'm off my meds. and I get the chance to fuck a negative hole it so much fun. Right before I put my forth load in this boy Henry comes over with 2 syringes , I guess the real fun to begin as they tie off both of our arms and I’m first. Henry pulls back and I see the rig is with a lot of my blood in it and its more than normal , then he does not push the plunger down but pulls the rig out and gives it to the jock so he now has my blood directly in.I and fucking him as hard as I can and his hole is still tight as right before I put my forth load in I get a heavy slam.Henry is very happy and said let's start the party with me as he gave me some water that is lace with G as his brother take me over to the sling. It's my turn as I look across the room at that boy who I just had the pleasure of breeding POZ toxic seed into as he is chained up with 4 fresh POZ loads in his former virgin negative hole. They bring me over to the sling and I now see Henry and his 3 brothers all naked and I'm in heaven as they are all rock hard hung , I can see the sexual rage in their eyes and I'm their target. Henry sticks a large syringes in my hole , I can feel the booty bump is massive and the look on Henry face is one it's now my turn as he shoves his dick in my hole as there is no pain just the fullness of a big dick as when he is balls deep I squeeze down on his dick and from the look on his face is that of excitement. After he drops his load in my he says to his brothers we have a winner here and what a fuck he is. Henry goes over to the chained up boy to get his dick cleaned as its now his brothers turn and as I'm getting fuck they keep me well hydrated with G and slammed with the best Tina I have ever had. After they all drop their first load in me and the boy has cleared their dicks off they bring him over to rim my hole and to taste the leaking cum from my hole and what is ever was drop on the floor and when he is rimming me I push out some extra for him as Henry and his brothers watch and call him a pig wile the cameras are running. Later they put the boy in the sling and even after I have been slammed I can still get a hard on as this has never happen before, they have this boy so FUCKUP they ask if he wants to be POZ and they tease him if he more Tina and he he will do anything , I guess Mistress Tina has hooked another victim. Let me know if you want more.

Moving to Atlanta Almost Broke I am moving to Atlanta from Boise, Idaho. The reason may already be obvious, but I love black dick. My first blowjob was to my black best friend Adrian. Until now I have had a few black cocks in my juicy white ass, but I was on a cold streak a couple of months back. "Louisiana", a 9 in uncut black cock guy, had fucked me over 5 different times, but disappeared back to Louisiana I guess. I was desperate so I posted an ad in the Atlanta CL section because that's where Google said the most Gay Black men lived as I had searched. Within a few hours I had found out many big black dicks want to own me in that city!! I have no less than 5 for sure ass fucks, and 2 possible daddies. Today, this one stud, Will, text me randomly and it changed my life!! He said, "man I'm so fuckin interested in you I wish you were here not Idaho." I thought for one second before an overflow of emotion hit me and my decision was completely made. I would fly to Atlanta the first chance I got. August 12 or 14 is my target date. I'll be fine. I just need to get there. I'm black cock owned and it feels really good actually. I'll update you on the story of my BBC addiction and subsequent move to Atlanta for my White Slavery to begin....

Just as I started to catch my breath, he leaned in and kissed me gently at first but then more aggressively—forcing his tongue deep into my mouth. At the same time he pulled my hands up over my head and pinned them down. With every action he was reinforcing his control over me—complete control. I was still pretty fuzzy from the overdose of g he had given me, so it was a lot for me to take in and process. But as he kissed me and held me down—his body heavy on top of me—I felt myself let go and give in to him. I started to kiss him back just as deeply. And I started to grind my hips up toward his cock. “That’s a good boy. You are starting to learn what you are and what you need. And daddy can give you what you need and help you become your true self. Do you understand boy?” I nodded my head slowly as he stroked by face and licked my ear. He pushed himself off of me and looked down “You are one hot fucking piece of ass, boy.” With no warning he grabbed my torso and lifted it up off the bed and over his shoulder—just as he had done with my boyfriend earlier—and started to carry me across the penthouse playroom. As he walked, he slapped my ass a few times, telling me how hot it was to fuck. “You have no idea how great that ass is. I’m not going to ever let you leave, boy. I’m just going to keep you up here fucked up getting fucked all the time. You don’t know it yet, but I’m about to change your life forever.” We finally reached wherever he was going, and he very gently set me down so that I was standing in front of him. Before I could look around he pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me. “I’m going to take such good care of you, boy. You have no idea how much pleasure I’m going to bring to your life. Are you ready?” I looked up into his eyes and nodded. “I want to hear you say you’re ready. Tell daddy you want to be his boy.” “Yes, daddy. I want to be your boy.” He leaned in close and cupped my chin with his hand. “Say it again, boy.” “I want to be your boy, daddy.” He started to shift his weight away from me and shake his head. “I don’t know, boy. You don’t seem like you really want it…” I threw my arms around him and buried my face in his hairy pecs, “Please, daddy, I’ll do whatever you want. Please! I need to be your boy.” I was completely overcome with terror as I thought about never being held or kissed or fucked by him again—this man who had drugged and raped me. I knew that part of it was the lingering effects of the g. But it was more than that. “I think you are ready, boy.” He walked me a few steps backward and leaned me back into a sling that was in a semiprivate alcove at the opposite end of the penthouse from the oversized bed. “This is my own little private play area—my husband can only come here when he’s invited. It’s where I like to break in my new fuck boys.” He gently lifted my legs into the sling and fastened them into cuffs and then pulled me all the way back into the sling and did the same for my right arm. The left arm he left free and pushed a rolling cart with a padded rest underneath. He stepped behind me and grabbed something from a shelf, which I realized was a blindfold as he slipped it over me eyes. “Just relax—daddy’s going to take good care of you. The only way to be my boy is to trust me completely and absolutely. There’s nothing you can do and no way to turn back now, little boy, so you need to make the choice to give yourself to me unconditionally.” I nodded as the words “Yes daddy, anything you want.” tumbled out of my mouth. “Good boy.” I could hear him doing something behind me, but my brain couldn’t make sense of what it was he could be doing. I heard and felt a chair being pulled up beside me on the side where my arm was not restrained. “Hold your arm completely still.” I felt him wipe my arm with something cold and wet—and it only then dawned on my that he was about to use a needle to inject me with something. I must have tensed up a bit because he whispered to me, “Don’t you worry boy. Daddy was a fireman for over thirty years—so he’s had extensive medical training. Just relax and learn to love being my chem boy.” As he said the last few words, let out a deep breath and tried to let go of my anxiety. I felt the smallest prick and a few seconds later I started to cough intensely and suddenly I was alive like I’ve never been before. Every nerve in my body was tingling. I started to pant and moan. And that’s when daddy slipped his hard cock back inside of me. The second he buried his thick cock all the way to the hilt I shot a load. “Fuck, yeah, boy. You like getting slammed and having daddy’s cock all the way inside you??” “YES! Please! Don’t ever stop fucking me. Please!”

Please read to the end to understand. This happened about 10 years ago. I had just changed work & just had what i thought at the time was a bad case of the flu. So i was feeling a Little worked up & hadn't blown in a few day. This new job always started work early in the morning so I was finished about mid afternoon & having not blown in a while I had decided to stop by a local beet on my way home. Apon getting there I noticed a handsome man sitting in his car on the phone. This was not usual as a few salesmen would use this beat to stop for a piss & sometimes get off. I got out of my car & headed for the bog, I noticed the sales man watching me as I entered. I got into this bog which had a urinal & 2 cubicles with a glory hole between them. Glad to see it was quite I entered the closest & smallest cubicle (the other being a disabled toilet & therefore a lot bigger). I sat down & started reading some of the stories on the wall in no time I was hard & beating my 7" uncut cock. Then someone enter the next cubicle he looked through the hole & stuck his fingers through. No more encouragement need I stuck my cock though & was rewarded with a nice warm mouth slowly sucking the length of my hard cock. After a while I withdrew from the hole & looked through asking for his cock. He shoved through a thick 6" cut cock that I soon was wall deep in my mouth. I continued to suck him for a while & soon felt his cock harden that little bit more, but before he could reward me with his sweet seed he withdrew. He then asked for my cock again carried for a while he slowly lubed my cock with his spit then stopped still holding my hard cock. Then I felt him play with my cock around his hole wetting it with precum & spit. He gave me an expert blow job so I grabbed the top of the wall enjoy his mouth I could feel my ball start to draw up & I was just about to come When he all of a sudden pulled off. I wasn't sure why but figured he had got cold feet & withdrew from the glory hole. Crouching down to see what happened he just looked at me & unlocked his door. I pulled up my pants unlocked my door had a quick check to see if anyone was around then entered his cubicle. Sitting on the john was the salesman from the car. He was handsome about 5 11, with short dark hair, blue eyes, clean shaven square jaw, rugby player legs & tight blue shirt that just showed off his built chest & hard erect nipples. I closed the door while drinking in every inch of this man. As I approached him he stood up & gently we kissed our hard cocks rubbing against each other exploring each other's body with our hands. He took off my shirt & was exploring my smooth slim chest & licking on my nipples to get them hard the gently pinching them making me moan. I undid his shirt to reveal his strong hairy chest & hard erect nipples. We kissed & licked each other's body precum leaking from each other's cocks. I lick & kissed his body working my way down to hard cock now dripping with his precum. I licked off his dripping precum & enjoying it's sweet taste. I then parted my lips slipping his cock head he moaned in pleasure & I got to work squeezing out more of that precum award. We swapped over trading blow jobs & precum till he turn around & asked for me to fuck him again. I bent down & rimmed his hot ass shoving my tongue deep in his hole lubing it up with as much spit as possible all the while he was moaning his pleasure. I then stood up & placed my hard cock against his hole applying a little pressure to his hole to try & slowly let him adjust to my cock, but he just pushed back forcing me balls deep in him. He gave a yelp of pain due to the shock of my cock size but didn't back off I just started to pound his hole without giving him time to adjust to my fat cock in hole. soon his yelps of pain turned to moans of pleasure of having a big cock filling his tight hole. He braced himself on the wall pushing back to my thrust. I looked up to see a wedding ring on his hand turning me into a aggressive top. I fucked him hard & fast for about 10 mins then felt my ball draw up & I knew I was going to Cum I bent over & asked him "where do you want me to cum?" "Cum in my hole I want you sexy boy seed in my hole" "Here it is take my boy load" I thrust as hard as I could pumping 5-6 shots deep into his hungry married hole. He tighten his hole I thought he had cum as well. I held it there to let the sensation subside. I pulled out & he turned around & we kissed. I felt his cock & to my surprise he was still leaking precum. I asked if he had cum yet & he told me no i said I thought he had by the was his ass had tightened when I came. He told me he want to get every drop & keep it in him till he got home. I got down & started to suck him off forcing him deep into the my mouth, Sliding the full length into my throat. Every so often I would spit on my had & finger my hole getting 3 in by the time he noticed. He saw me fingering my hole & grabbed me then pulled me up turned me around, bent me over, & shoved his cock ball deed in one thrust. I yelped out in pain at but soon it was moans of pleasure as he fucked my hole. He all of a sudden he slammed balls deep & uploaded his seed deep in my hole. (I hoped later that it was his last neg load). he left his cock in there & I tightened my hole around his cock as he pulled out so as to keep his load in me. We kissed & dressed then parted ways. 2 days later my doctor called & made an appointment for me that day. I walked into the doctor's office she told me to sit down. I took a seat & she told me my results were back & I was now HIV POZ, & I had a high Viral load. I Never got to tell the married stranger about my pozzing but often wonder if he did & what he told his wife.

I got my last load in my mouth this morning from my brother's cock.