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Picture it. 2005. My spouse and I, 20 years of togetherness. Both of us are HIV neg. We bareback each other, and are generally monogamous except for when we play together (or on my occasional side trysts to the ABS or sex grounds at the local park). Anyhow, we were on vacation In Hawaii, specifically in Oahu. Vacation means, well, vacation. On the occasions I can get my usually-very-vanilla-husband to do anything different, vacation can be a good time, especially as we are both more relaxed when away from home. I’m definitely the kinkier, and likely the hornier of the two of us, so I had done my research. In the past when traveling we've visited sex clubs in New York, Prague, Hong Kong, and Dallas, but on this occasion, when driving across Oahu, I suggested we stop at an adult bookstore in Wahiawa about which I had read interesting reviews. As it was mid-day, I thought it might be a long shot, but as the place was quite literally on our route around the island, there wasn't any downside to stopping in. Upon entering the place we found the typical ABS set up: a register with some retail shelves up front, and in back there was a small hallway off of which was a line of doors for each of the numerous individual viewing booths. The place was small and clean, but it was empty. So we waited. After some time we heard some movement and the soundtrack from a video emanating from the only occupied booth. So we waited so more. After some more time, I was getting bored, especially knowing we had a relatively busy day planned, so I suggested to my spouse "Hey, why don’t we go into adjoining booths, and I’ll blow you through the glory hole in between the two booths?" He liked that idea, probably because I don't usually particularly enjoy sucking his dick as he almost never comes that way, so it turns-out feeling too much like work, or sort of like what I imagined foreplay with a woman would be like. In any event I don't often blow him, but under the circumstances it seemed like the best way to salvage the visit, and, after all, fair is fair. He goes in the booth at the end of the hall, and I slip into the next one, still no one in sight. I scrape the chair out of my way and I’m down on my knees. He unzips, pulls his flaccid dick out, puts his crotch to the hole. Mine for the taking. I hear him pressing buttons trying to find a video he likes. I don’t care what’s on my screen. There’s a gay movie on and the moaning and sex sounds are perfect. God I love these places. My bf likes to be blown slow, especially at first. So I fondle his dick. I smell it. I take his balls in my palm and pull forward on his dick, nuzzling it with my nose and making it grow. As his shaft lengthens, I can get the head in my mouth, ever so gently. I go to work on that spot on the underside, right where the head, the shaft, and the hole all come together. No man can resist that. I swirl my tongue around it and feel his erection fill out fully hard. Now I can really get that dick wet. I wrap my teeth with my lips and slide all the way down, getting it slippery with spit. He’s not a big pre-cummer my bf. So I bang the back of my throat a little as I’m gently going up and down on it. I want some of my throat snot to get things really viscous. His dick is getting harder, wetter, and more into a rhythm going in and out of my mouth. Oh yeah we are getting somewhere. . . Not too long and I get a little light flash in the corner of my eye. I hear a door behind me close and the partition superstructure shake. I pull off my bf’s dick to look. There behind me in the glory hole to the booth on the other side of mine is this face. HOLY FUCK. It’s this jarhead face. Gone in a second. FUCK MAN! HOT SOLDIER BOY. There are some sort of barracks near here aren’t there? My heart skipped a beat. That haircut never lies. I imagine one of dozens of tumblr pictures - a soldier boy, in the desert, waving a gun, dick out, friend taking a pic of it. FUCK man THINK FAST. Hot solider in the booth next to me. C’MON FAST!! Boyfriend’s spit shiny junk is in my hand, with my spit dripping down the hair on his balls. I let go with a squeeze. Stand up. Drop my shorts. Turn around. Put my ass at the hole and I trace down it with his dick. He loves my ass. This’ll distract him. And I just want to SEE the soldier. Just a peek. I’m feeling his hand on my ass. Boyfriend took that hint. He’s caressing it. Spreading my cheeks. I’m bending over to look in the glory hole beyond. UNF. I feel a hot breath on my hole. BF loves sticking tongue in me. Makes me a little squirrelly, so we don’t do it that often. My focus is across the way anyhow. I see movement. He’s too close to see his face again. And it’s dark. Bless whoever designed this place. Perfect size. I have my ass at one hole and my face at the other. I hook a finger through, and try to look up. FUCK I feel my spouse’s tongue in my ass. But the soldier . . . unzipping his pants . . . hand goes in . . .wrestles out his already hard dick. It is maybe seven inches, curves up, reminds me of my cousin's (that's a different story). My mouth waters. HOT DAMN He puts it through the hole, downy covered nuts and all. I stroke down it with my hand. Powder soft and dry. Once. Twice. Watch it bob. I find that spot between his balls where his juices originate and work a finger up up the underside of his shaft. Fuck yes! A huge drop of precum appears. So tempting to eat. But I rub it around the mushroom head. It makes his dick dance and quiver. Slippery. Musky. Ready to suck. I start going down on the shaft and HUH there's my partner's dick pressing at my backdoor. My mind swoons with dick sensation overload. I rarely get fucked, and never starting bent over like this. NEVER have though a glory hole. Have I ever been spit roasted? Brace yourself! Think about the dick in your mouth! Dont lose rhythm! Fuck! He pushes into my ass. The pain! Ah, but the smell of the dick in front of me. I'm trying to flex and relax both, letting the dick work into my ass. My own dick is rock hard bobbing around, drooling webs of precum all over the place. "Some pig", it might spell out on the floor. Here I am on vacation, mid day, in a booth in the dark, with my bf's cock in my ass, and a soldier's in my mouth. And I want cum from both. I am getting into a rhythm with the dick stroking in and out of my ass. My mouth stroking up and down on the dick in front of me. You know how there’s blowing a dick, and then there’s blowing a dick to cumpletion? I mean in my experience there is a point where you know the dick in your mouth can cum that way. When it starts juicing? When the hips start bucking? I knew that soldier was going to feed me his load. When - damn - suddenly no dick in my ass and <poke poke> my bf is poking me on the ass cheek with his finger. I do NOT want to lose momentum on the dick in front of me. But reluctantly, I pull off and turn around to ask my spouse “What?!” My ass is there at the solider’s side. “There’ rub it against that” is what I was thinking. Up to this point I’d swapped plenty of glory hole head, but never fucked through one. UNF the soldier slides his dick right in me. HOLY FUCK A STRANGE DICK UP MY ASS BAREBACK. I push back on it. Rock hard 20 something soldier dick. Inside me. Not what I’d planned. I wince and hide what’s going on from my bf’s view. He would FREAK at a stranger’s raw dick inside me. “I can’t cum this way,” my boyfriend says. “I am going to rinse off.” “Is it dirty?” I ask. “No,” he replies. “But you know me. This is too much.” Vanilla is as vanilla does. “Okay, I’ll go next,” I say. And he’s out his booth door. I hadn’t even focused on the soldier cock stroking in and out of me. I squeeze my ass and look over my shoulder. His fingers are grasping the top of the partition between us for leverage. He’s speeding up, hitting it harder. My thoughts are filled with his flared mushroom head wondering if it’d swell up get hard and red before he shoots? I was thinking of his precum in the back of my throat climbing up out my nose, now in my ass making it slick making it ready. Use that hole man. He gets louder louder UHNN UHHN I press back hard willing it wanting it. UHHNN UHHN He STOPS. I feel the twitch. My ass goes from lubed to wet. I feel the fluid filling me. FUCK! First time . . . a stranger unloading in my ass. Should I be scared? Guilty? UHHN he rocks it back and forth making me feel it squish - his dick in its own ejaculate. Rapidly softening he slips it out of me. Fuck! What have I done? My spouse is coming back in like a minute and I . . . Standing there with my legs shaking, my dick is a sticky mess I haven’t touched it, but there’s plenty of lube. In ten strokes I push a finger from my other hand in my hole and feel the soldier’s load there. I BLAST one of the largest loads of my life onto the laminate partition wall. It trails down and pools on the floor. I said this place was clean. Too bad. I hope it’s still there for the next guy. Maybe the clerk will come lick it up? There’s my bf’s face at the hole. “C’mon, let’s go.” “I’m coming! Just a sec. Let me clean up a little here . . .” On the way out, he says to me, “ Hey did you hear that one guy cumming? Someone was having fun.” He has no idea.

Predators and prey Michael was a good boy. He was a good pupil and always listened to his parents. He helped old people in crossing the street and was involved in his church. And Michael believed in God. Still there was a dark secret hidden in this otherwise always friendly guy. Michael fantasized of being sexually dominated by men. His parents didn’t know he was gay. To the extent either of them thought about it, both his mother and father assumed he was shy with girls, but that eventually he would grow out of it. Neither ever considered Michael might be a dick-taking faggot. Now, at the age of 18, having received his driving license, Mike felt an overwhelming urge to get fucked. The urge grew from day to day. In his mind he was ripped open by one, two, three, sometimes even four guys. He wanted to serve them with his body. He instinctively knew his role was to be on the receiving end. Living in a small village, where everyone knew each other it was impossible for Mike to stare at the other boys. He was always keeping his little secret to himself and never gave anyone the opportunity to think otherwise of him. He was the cute Christian neighbor boy, who was saving himself for the right girl. “Mom?” “What is it” his mother yelled from the kitchen. “Can I borrow the car, please?” he asked politely. His mother came into the hall. It was almost 10:00 o’clock in the evening. "Why do you need the car at this hour," she asked. "I forgot a school book at a buddy's house and I need it for an upcoming exam," Michael explained. His mother trusted Michael in all of his action and although she was worried about him, driving in the dark he convinced her, that he needed the book urgently and would be back soon. Michael’s father died two year ago from cancer. Since then he was ‘the man’ in the house. His mother smiled to him and asked him to drive slowly and to be home soon. Michael took the keys from the table and told his mother he would return soon and that he might chat with his friend a bit. Michael never mentioned a name and his mother didn't think to ask which of Michael's friends. In any event off Michael went in his mother's car. Of course his destination was not a buddy's house, but rather a cruising lot where gays met to fuck each other. He read about the place on the internet. His destination was a parking lot which adjoined a nearby forest. As he drove into the parking lot, Michael thought "Now is the time to get some action." In the forum he read about the cruising area. It was well visited and people wrote about their sex encounters which made Mike always horny. He read about the option of being fucked bareback. Mike knew about condoms, but sex was never a subject at home. He knew condoms prevent a girl of becoming pregnant, but he was not a girl. Believe it or not, but Michael was unaware of the dangers of STD’s or HIV. This was just not part of his world and although he needed cock, he was also full of doubts, if the path he walked would lead him straight to hell. He had to drive quite some miles and in the back of his mind was hoping his mom didn’t check the mileage after all. Finally he arrived at his destination. It was almost 11:00 pm. There were several other cars parked in a big parking lot. Although the parking lot was officially a rest area, none of the cars were occupied with passengers. Mike was hard. He was wearing a tight blue jeans and a blue shirt with an imprint of his school, St. Barnabas. His heart was beating so fast. He thought it would burst inside of his chest. His jeans almost did anyway, showing a nice bulge, although Mike had not the biggest gun for sure. He opened the car door and exited the vehicle. He couldn’t see anyone although the moon was shining bright. Slowly he started walking towards the forest. He felt his ass tingle in excitement. Tonight he wanted to take cocks into his arse. He wouldn’t mind if some guys would use him and although he had dreams about the only one, he knew this was impossible for him. His was expected to get married one day and have a bunch of children. But he also had this needs and for tonight he would let guys be in charge of him and his young body. Michael entered the forest and suddenly saw a first couple engaged in sexual activities. He was so horny. This was the first time, he saw two guys actually doing something. One male was on his knees and was sucking a daddy type. The bearded hunk was around 40 and observed Michael instantly. Michael was actually looking shyly at the big cock of this dark haired top but was too afraid to stand still and start jerking or so. So he continued his way deeper into the darkness while the guy who had just focused on Mike pushed the sucker away and told him to fuck off. He had set his mind on this young twink, who was obviously the first time at such a place. Maybe he was a virgin. He closed his jeans and followed Michael. Other guys had also noticed the fresh meat and like predators they surrounded Michael eye-fucking the youngster. Michael was so excited. He had the feeling he wasn’t almost able to breathe. He passed some guys on his way through the woods. Deep voices reached out to him, enticing him with open invitations, such as “Hey there young one, need some hard dick?” And “What’s up, puppy? Looking for a daddy?” and again, “Hey boy, let me fuck your tight hole.” The sweet invitations to partake of debauchery of which Michael had only passing knowledge. He was too shy to reply, but he smiled cutely at all of them and was always looking at their big bulges and that was quite inviting for all of them. Another hunk actually stopped Michael by holding him by his shoulder and asked "Are you looking for some dick? We are all here to give it good to you. All you've gotta do is to spread your legs, you little cunt." Mike looked at the front of this guy's jeans. The buttons were open already and a thick cock was sticking out of his pants. Without a word the stud increased the pressure on Michael's shoulder and pressed him down onto his knees with the simple command "Suck." “I don’t know…how," Michael replied in a quiet, reserved whisper. “Are you a fucking virgin?” Mr. Big asked loudly. Michael nodded, in abject shame. “A fucking virgin,” Mr. Big replied with a coarse chuckle, adding “You know, you're gonna taste and feel many cocks tonight, little one.” With this pronouncement Mr. Big grabbed Michael's hair, pulling him down closer too his cock. “Just open your mouth and suck my dick. And take care of your teeth. Don’t scratch me with your fucking teeth” With that Michael was got his first taste of cock. He tried to look up to this macho fucker, but sucking for the first time, took much of his concentration and so he tried to take as much of the fuck meat into his mouth. The big guy pushed his dick further into Mikes throat and he choked on his cock. This was fucking great Michael thought. He hoped he would get used hard tonight. He wasn’t able to see, but 6 other guys were already jerking off. They had all heard the news, that this fucktoy was a virgin obviously. “Do you want to take dick up your cunt?” the guy above him asked. “Yes – please” Mike answered and blushed. “I just used my last condom bitch – you got some?” he asked loudly. “No – my mom would kill me, if she found condoms in my room”. "Your Mom?" the guy snickered. “You take it bare?” he asked loudly, so everyone nearby could hear the questioning. “Yes if course, that’s not a problem. I would love to take it raw. I will accept everyone” Michael replied and continued sucking dick. “Good boy. Very good boy. Let’s go. There is a shack nearby with a mattress inside. This is just the place we need to fuck you hard and give you some charged loads. Let’s go!” the male commanded. He dragged Michael by his arm and forced him to follow him through the woods. Michael now saw some other guys who were grinning at him wickedly. He felt like the star of the night. He knew everybody was wanting him and he was willing to accept every dick in his body. There was a glade in front of them and there he could see the booth. He was scared, but also excited. He wanted to be used. He needed cock. Tonight was the night he finally would experience what it meant to be a fagboy…

Matt was dreaming, a pound sensation happening over and over again. He could feel his cock swell and harden in his dream-like state. He fantasized about taking raw cock. He imagined his teammates like Bryan, a soccer stud and football god, holding him down, forcing him to take his cock. He picture Diego, a hot latino buddy of his with a lean body and tan skin, shoving his cock into his mouth, forcing Matt to gag on his uncut latino dick. This dream was making Matt's cock swell. Next his teammates morphed into different versions of themselves. Bryan had pierced nipples and a pierced cock, sporting a big scorpion tattoo on the side of his abdomen, sweet dripping down his abs as he forced Matt to take his cock balls deep. Matt knew he was fantasizing about Bryan being poz, a leather cockring around his 7 inch cock. Likewise, Diego sported a big biohazard tat just above his cock and below his hairless, perfect abs. He looked gaunt and leaner than Matt had remembered. Fuck this was a hot dream, Matt thought. Feeling Bryan forcing his poz cock into his tight hole as Diego shoved his cock down his willing throat. Slowly the fucking became more intense, Matt feeling the momentum ripple through his whole body, like he was quickly swinging back and forth, almost like a hammock. He felt a pinch on his nipple, causing Matt to slightly open his eyes, seeing darkness. Slowly the sound of moaning flooded into his consciousness. It sounded like a group of men all fucking, sucking, gagging on cock. A thick black cock appeared before his eyes, slowly forcing its way into his mouth. Reflexively, Matt opened his mouth, allowing the 9 inch cock to enter his mouth and slide down his throat. His concentration on the black cock was broken by his body being slammed forward, forcing him to bob up and down on the cock. Opening his eyes wider, he was eye level with the torsos of at least five guys. Confused, in a moment of panic, he choked on the cock in his throat and tried to lift his head. "Well, looks like Matt is finally wake," Matt heard Trent's familiar voice say. A few men laughed. Matt, the evening rushing back to him, slowly realized who he was with. "Most everyone showed up why you were passed out on G, fag. These are my poz breeding brothers." Matt, eyes adjusting to the darkness, made out that there was at least 8 or 9 guys in the room with him. A muscular latino with a big cock and an emaciated look continued pounding Matt's hole without interruption. Matt couldn't help but think that this guy must be in the late stages of AIDS. His cheeks were prominent on his wasted face, without an ounce of fat on his body. Seeing that, knowing that his poz load may well be lethal caused Matt's hole to tighten up on his cock, hoping to squeeze out the toxic cum he was quickly becoming addicted to. "You passed out from a little to much G, baby," Trent continued, "so we carried you over to a sling room, getting you positioned for everyone to fuck you. You must have taken at least a dozen toxic loads by now." Matt could feel his hole, the soreness now coming to his attention, as the latino guy came in him and an older daddy taking his place within seconds. He felt the older man pulling on his jockstrap. Matt wonder when they had slipped that back on him. He could still feel the cockring he had on early squeezing his limp T dick. He began moaning louder as the daddy fucking him began to thrust faster and faster, the pain in Matt's hole increasing with the onslaught. He felt someone place a bottle in his hand, knowing it was poppers. He held it up to his nose, inhaling deeply, feeling his hole respond by sucking in the cock that was fucking him. "Hit it again," Trent commanded. Matt inhaled, his hole feeling nice and loose, his face flushed. "Again," Trent said. Matt inhaled strongly again. His head beginning to swim from the lack of air and the effects of the poppers. "Again," and Matt dutifully obeyed, his breaths becoming swallower and faster as he attempted to get some air. "Keep going," Trent commanded again, Matt's head rushing and his hands shaking. Someone took the bottle before he spilt it, with Matt barely noticing. He didn't even feel the extra few fingers that had invaded his hole along side the older daddies cock. God, Matt thought, he had never felt so loose before. The older man pulled his cock out after a few more minutes of fucking him, presumably having blasted his DNA all over over Matt's guts. He walked over to Matt's head, forcing him to suck the cum covered cock clean. Matt tasted it, the cum covered cock, a mixture of all the toxic loads that had been dumped in him. He could feel the warmth of the cock, hot from having been buried in his rectum just seconds ago. He even taste a hint of blood, mixed with another flavor. "Fuck," the older man moaned, "this slut loves ass-to-mouth. How does your boypussy taste?," he asked. Matt moaned a muffled yes the best he could, the cock hitting the back of his throat, Matt trying his best to suppress his gag reflex. He noticed his hole was empty and he desperately wanted a cock to fill it. His wish was fulfilled a second later by a random black guy he hadn't seen before. "Fuck," Matt thought, "his cock is fucking thick." It was hurting Matt as much as it felt good, but he was so desperate to get fucked, he wasn't going to say a word. Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed Trent, a small camcorder in hand, filming Matt's corruption on camera. Dan seemed to be filming something similar on his phone. Trent saw Matt looking. "You ready to be a pornstar boy?" "MMhhmmm" Matt moaned, cock in his mouth. The thought of being exposed online got him so hard, his hole tighten around the cock in his hole. Trent got close in with the camera. The cock in Matt's mouth taken out. Trent leaned in, focusing the camera on Matt's face. "You ready for another toxic load faggot?" "Yes sir," Matt replied in a moaning, whiney voice the jock stud would have never have sounded like only 24 hours ago. "Are you ready to take another HIV+ load in your hole?" "Yes sir, please. I want more poz cum." "How old are you boy?" Trent asked for the camera. "18" "And your still in high school?" "Yes sir. Jefferson high school." "What's your name?" "Matt. Matt... Pierson." Matt couldn't believe he was admitting this on cam but it made him hornier and hornier. The meth was making him lose all his inhibitions. His limp tina cock was calling the shots now, and it was telling Matt to expose himself as the AIDs whore he was. "Say hi to your mom and dad," Trent prompted, a sinister smile on his face. He zoomed in on Matt's face. "Hi mom and dad," Matt said smiling meekly at the camera, slightly ashamed but mostly aroused. "Do you know who is fucking how?" Trent asked him. "No sir, I've never met any of these men before." "And what are they wearing for protection?" "Nothing, it's all bareback." "And you wanted that?" Trent questioned him again. "Yes sir." "And you know what we all have?" "Everyone is poz sir. They have HIV+ and I've been taking their loads all night." "That's right faggot. You've been turned into a hole, a cumdump taking loads from complete strangers, poz strangers." Trent panned the camera over to Matt's hole, to get a perspective of Matt taking raw cock. He watched the cock slide in and out of Matt's hole. The hole remained gaping open, it's edges red and puffy from being fucked for hours. Cum dripped out of his open hole, cum making the bands of his jockstrap wet. A pool of cum and lubed pooling in the low point of the sling.Trent kept Matt's face in frame the entire time. Trent asked Matt, "And who do you want to become poz from your school? Who do you want to fuck you?" Without thinking, Matt responded, "Diego, Bryan, Chris, Louis, my soccer teammates." "And what has turned you into a cumdump whore? What drug?" "I've slammed crystal meth, tina, all night." Dan, ready for the prompt, got the gear ready, going over to Matt and tying off his arm. Holding the point up to the camera. Trent, finding the perfect angle, continued filming. On camera, you saw the point go into Matt's arm, the scarlet color of his blood when the plunger was pulled back. Slowly, Dan pushed the plunger in, Matt's face becaming red. Matt coughed, the rush pervading his body for the third time in a day. "How does it feel?" Trent asked. "I feel like a fucking god! I feel so good. I want to get fucked hard, by more poz cock." His eyes went wide, guys switched positions, another cock feeling his hole. Trent handed the cam to Dan and started preparing for their next activity. Guys continued to come and leave, the crowd a little less then earlier, when Matt was just waking up from his G overdose. Trent pulled a rag out of his bag, spraying Maximum Impact on it. He knew Matt could tolerate a heavy dose. Going over to Matt, he managed to tie it around his head, knowing it would force him to inhale through the cloth. Matt, letting Trent control him, accepted the cloth without question. He could smell the chemical scent of it, quickly feeling its affects. He felt like his surroundings were becoming mute, a sensation of being underwater. He could feel Trent fingering his hole, sticking in all for fingers with no resistance. Trent tuck in his thumb, slowly working it in. Slowly moving it in and out, his knuckles making a bit of forward progress each time. He could hear Matt moaning in pain, knowing that each breath was taking him more and more out of it. Fast enough, he felt Matt's hole give way, his hand becoming sucked in up to the wrist, feeling Matt surrounding his hand with his hole. "God," Trent thought, "my fag is perfect. I'm going to love training him over the next couple of months." Dan continued filming, catching ever second of Matt's descent into depravity, his complete loss of innocence. Trent could't help but smile, thinking about what a hot video this evening would make. Knowing that it would be the tool to form Matt into the poz cumdump he was meant to be. Trent continued working his hand out, feeling the hole push him out. Again, he started pushing in, feeling the hole grasping his hand. Matt, head spinning and feeling lightheaded, felt Trent's hand invading his hole. It felt so intense, feeling him up each time he entered, the pain worth every second of that wonderful feeling. How could it fill so fantastic to have a hand in him? He could feel it pressing on his bladder, his prostate. Trent was going faster, stretching his hole, lube and toxic cum plopping out with each withdrawal of Trent's hand. Suddenly, Matt felt Trent hitting this spot, stimulating a spot in Matt that made his dick go wild. Before he realized it, Matt noticed that he had pissed him, drenching his jock in the few places left that hadn't been drenched by cum or sweat. It was the last thing he distinctly remembered from the rest of the evening, fists still forcing their way in and out of his hole, cocks entering his mouth and hole, random men dumping their poz seed in him. Trent smiled, happy to see his faggot totally blissed out, taking fists and cocks without resistance. In one evening he had transformed a neg stud boy into a filthy faggot full of dirty toxic seed. He knew that when Matt woke up the next day that he'd be conflicted, still not totally convinced of what he had done. Trent knew that the crash from his high would also leave him feeling weak and vulnerable. Trent knew he would have to coach him through it the first time, taking care of him, making sure he didn't run off to his parents or the emergency room, desperately hoping PEP could still save him. After a few more hours, Trent and Dan helped Matt down from his sling, helping him walk back through the building, out a back exit and to the car. Matt was still in just his jock, cum, sweat, and piss covering his body. Dan and Trent had changed already, looking like the clean cut guys they held themselves out to the world to be. They chatted, talking about meeting up the next day. While Matt was sleeping off his crash, he and Dan would edit the footage they had taken tonight, getting it ready to put online. Trent smirked, so happy to have the footage he had taken tonight. He knew it would be the ace in the hole he needed to convince Matt to accept his new lot in life as a cum dump poz whore. Dan helped load Matt in the car, laying him down in the back and then taking off. Trent got in the in the car, picking up his phone. He saw Dan had been sending him messages with pictures of Matt taking cock, slamming, and being used as a poz cumdump. Smiling, he pick up Matt's phone, sending some of his favorites to it. He began flipping through the contacts, eventually coming across a Bryan, Chris, Louis and a Diego. Creating a group text, Trent selected some of his favorite photos to send to the studs Matt had lusted for earlier. Trent had no idea how this would play out for Matt, but he was getting off on the prospect of outing Matt to his teammates. Hitting send, Trent put down the phone, started his car, and headed for home with his new fag passed out in the bag, leaking toxic cum from his hole and freshly outed to his teammates.

Part 5 ............................... “Ladies and Gentleman. I think we can all agree, that was fucking awesome and clearly the boys are very happy to have received such rave reviews from you” He said grinning as he looked at the four cum and piss covered boys lying kissing each other and licking up the residue off each other and around them. “You’ll be pleased to know that our young sluts here aren’t finished yet and they will now be strapped to the fuck tables and will all be happy to receive more deposits, although we’d especially like those of you who are positive…. and we know who you are” he grinned at the grinning crowd before him, “To step up and make sure Chris, Sam and Ben’s conversion is thorough” to cheers and wild applause. All four boys looked up at the mention of their names and when realising they were to be abused by the crowd looked around with some apprehension. As the four boys were led to the sturdy tables around the edge of the room they were bent over and secured in position to receive their abuse; Julian continued to address the crowd. “Now we have a special treat for you all. My very good friends Donald Campbell, CEO of BoyToys and his investment partner Jason Anders are very happy to put on a little show of their own,” he said, pausing for the short round of applause. “Both Don and Jason are HIV positive and right now, dangerously so," he explained, smiling broadly at the wave of knowing laughter that returned to him. “Also here this evening is Jason’s nephew, Ethan, who just over a week ago came out to Jason and asked that he breed him." There was much chatter at this point. “Ethan has taken many positive loads from all of us this week,” he continued, “but tonight Jason and Ethan will fuck for your pleasure as his conversion continues.” Further applause followed as Ethan and I walked forward completely naked. “And finally our friend Don, please come forward,” Julian asked. Don walked through the crowd, also stunningly naked and into the spot lights near the bed and stood by Julian to enthusiastic applause, “Also here this evening is Don’s son, Jermaine, who recently found out he was HIV positive. Jermaine please come forward,” Julian asked. Jermaine also walked forward and into the light and stood on the other side of Julian looking slightly confused, but stunning in the lights glare. “Jermaine, your father has something he’d like to say to you,” Julian explained, leaving the father and son alone in the center of attention. The room fell totally silent as Don’s deep gravelly voice boomed, “Jermaine” he started, “I know you were confused and unhappy that night,” he started, looking at his son who stared back. “I’m sorry I pushed you..." stumbling a bit on his words, “I’m sorry you think I pushed you away” he said, correcting himself. Jermaine continued to stare at his father. “Jermaine I know I’m positive and I’m not one to judge but I was disappointed you were diagnosed positive so young. I’m sorry, I should have been there for you, son. I love you so much,” he finally managed to say, but his voice broke in the process. Jermaine continued to stare at his father before tears started to well and he stepped forward to embrace his father. The room immediately applauded and it was like a weight lifted. As Don embraced his son, Ethan wrapped his arm around me to hug me too. Don held his son and turning to face him he held his head in his huge hands and then they were kissing, long and passionately. “Oh fuck” Ethan whispered to me, “that’s so hot.” I mentally agreed, and apparently the audience also did, as every where I could see cocks began to swell anew. Don and Jermaine’s kiss intensified as they now openly explored each other's body. Not to be left out, Ethan and I were also kissing now, and I had latched onto on my nephew's beautifully succulent buttocks, which I caressed lustfully. I lifted him up and he wrapped his legs around my waist as we continued to kiss hard. After a long embrace, Jermaine dropped to his knees and, holding his father’s enormous erection, began to suck on the cock that had created him. It was quite a sight and clearly the audience was very much enjoying the incest scene unfolding before them. I’d now lifted Ethan backwards onto the still piss-covered bed and throwing him back, his cunt was exposed and so I knelt down to stick my tongue deep inside him. Ethan lay back, moaning as I invaded his hole. Jermaine was now doing a very good job sucking on Don as I knew only too well how hard it was to take him down my throat. Don held his son’s head and began to face fuck him, pushing deeper into his mouth each time and not actually caring as his son gagged. I loved that aspect of Don: once he was in the zone he was like a total fuck machine and clearly didn’t even care if it was his son he was damaging. I now had three fingers inside Ethan’s cunt, finger-fucking him and sucking hard on his cock while biting down on his balls intermittently. Ethan continuously squirmed, even as he pushed down on my head and asking for more, like the dirty cunt he was. The bed suddenly bounced as I realised Don’s huge frame had fallen backwards on to it with his son still clamped to his father’s monster cock. It wasn’t long though before he pulled Jermaine up to him with his massive arms and they continued to kiss again, all the time Don worked his fingers into his son. My cock was now leaking copious amounts of precum and I needed to fuck my nephew, so pulling up, I aimed my dick at his well lubed, stretched cunt and rammed straight in. Ethan actually screamed and the audience applauded as I started fucking him hard without letting him catch breath, but Ethan the consummate slut, settled quickly and was moaning in pleasure loudly, causing Don and Jermaine to take in the scene. Now it was their turn to be not outdone and Don lifted his not-in-considerably-well-built son up with ease and negotiated his cock to the entrance of his boy’s cunt. Jermaine lifted himself up and holding his Dad’s cock, lowered himself down on to it slowly, but Don couldn’t wait and once he’d split his sphincter with the head of his monster cock he forced upwards, ramming his huge girth deep into his son’s guts. Now it was Jermaine’s turn to scream and to another round of applause. Both boys were now impaled on cocks and were being fucked hard and after some considerable discomfort for Jermaine he settled quickly too. Don was pile-driving him and already their bodies were pouring with sweat. Mean while I pinched down on Ethan’s nipples making them red raw as I fucked hard and deep. It also seemed as if Don and I were competing to see which of us could inflict the most pain on our kin. After ten minutes or so, I pulled out of Ethan and grabbed him, turning him over on to his front and pulling him towards me, pushing my cock in and fucking him again. I also noticed the crowd were so turned on now that there were guys not only wanking but others had moved off to the four restrained boys strapped to the fuck tables and all four had small queues of guys taking it in turns to rape them, although Ben seemed to have the longest queue. Don withdrew from Jermaine, throwing him onto the bed, and then rising to his feet, he pulled his son towards him. Jermaine’s own substantial erection clearly showed how much he was enjoying be raped by his father. When Don was aligned, he once more forced himself inside his son, fucking him missionary. Jermaine spread his legs high and wide to allow good access. Jermaine and Ethan were on opposite sides of the bed but their heads were level and so started kissing while Don and I fucked them. The audience was clearly enjoying the scene of debauchery, as groans and grunts abounded, and every so often a few sprays of cum spurted on one or another of us as an audience member dumped his load on us. I guess it was testament to our staying power but I wasn’t ready yet and my experience of Don meant I knew he wouldn’t be either. The atmosphere was such a turn on and I began to revel in the heat of the spotlights while bodies emerged into the light to jack off on us and then retreat back into the darkness. Jermaine had been wanking his cock and soon we heard the tell-tale sounds of orgasm as he began to ejaculate amidst loud grunts and heavy breathing. His father also was now literally dripping sweat was equally close, and not to be out done, my balls were also beginning to tingle so I knew I was getting close. Looking up I caught Don’s eye and silently mouthed, “in his mouth.” Don understood, and gave me a quick smile and nod in agreement. Feeling my orgasm building I pulled out and forced Ethan round pushing him on to his back so his head was now directly under my cock. He eagerly opened his mouth while I beat off the last few strokes. Don also pulled out and forced his kid round so Jermaine’s open mouth was directly underneath his Father’s cock. Don and I came within moments of each other, depositing our loads or in the case of Don, oceans of cum into the open and willing mouths of our boys. Applause broke out around us as the boys played with their food on their lips. “Share with Ethan” Don commanded of his son, through heavy breathing. He didn’t need asking twice and both boys were in each-other’s arms in moments kissing and sharing the cum between them while Don and I watched proudly. I put my arm around Don's shoulder and we could hear grunting and groaning in four directions as the other boys continued being bred by cock after cock but looking down at my dirty nephew and Don’s equally slutty son, tonight had been much more than good. It had been fucking amazing. To be continued............................

Throughout college, Clay began experimenting with one night stands. He was still pretty nervous about exploring his sexual side lest anyone find out about his constant fantasies of sucking hot older Men off and making them bust their nut. He especially fantasized about servicing two guys at once, and letting them get a little rough with him just so they could get off and leave without so much as a good bye. Even though he was a dedicated student, and didn't even drink until the end of his freshman year, his obsession with giving head was always on his mind. He learned that there were spots around campus that men were known to cruise. He secretly chose to study in a certain part of the universities library, hoping he might get the opportunity to blow some hot upper Classmen. His interests in porn had grown as well. He liked both straight and gay porn as long as the scene paid attention to the hot guys face as he came. Rough porn especially turned him on as he imagined getting dominated by a hot masculine Top or even better, a straight guy who decided to let him take his cock down his throat. Eager as he was, his sex life was still pretty tame and the fantasies always seemed a little too scary to act out in person. If only he could find a way to let the sex freak inside of him out. Cut to a couple years later when Clay had moved to New York city. They were Men everywhere, and sexual energy was felt everywhere he went. Going out to gay bars he often met some hot guy in his late 30s or 40s to hook up with. He liked Men in New York, because they were not shy about telling him what they wanted him to do. And as soon as they shot their load he got to pack up and head home or back to the bar for more. One day Clay met up with a hot guy he had met online who liked to fuck around while wearing suits. He sent Clay a few pictures which showed him fully suited with a big hard dick pulled through the fly of his pants. His face was Masculine with a tough expression. He reminded clay of a bunch of those Wall Street exec types he always fantasized about it Grand Central Station. The guy was 43 and smoking hot, and after Clay sent him some pics of his lean 22 yr old body, the Man invited him over. "Where a suit" he said. Clay got dressed in his only suit, charcoal grey with a light blue tie and cabbed it to a high-rise on the upper Eastside. Nervous yet eager to please, Clay got permission from the doorman to head upstairs in the elevator. He stood outside this suited Mans door and took a deep breath before knocking. The door opened, and there stood the hottest man in a suit Clay had ever seen. Chiseled features, well groomed short brown hair, a suit tailored to his muscular body, cold blue eyes, and a deep voice that said "get in and get down on your knees". Clearly in control of the situation, the Man then said " I have to go to a dinner party in 15 minutes, so you better fucking get me off". With that, the Man told Clay to lick his wing tipped shoes. Clay had never done this before, but he liked being told what to do so he followed orders like a good boy. When the man ordered him to sit back up, there was a very thick 8.5" cock in his face. "Open your mouth kid" the Man said. Clay opened his mouth and leaned forward to place the swollen head in his mouth, when he felt the Man's hands grab him by the back of his head, and thrust his big cock all the way down Clay's throat in one hard push. Clay saw stars, and instantly started to gag, but the Man held him there for a few seconds. When he pulled Clay of his cock to let him get some air, he said " you better get me off fucker". And again thrust his cock all the way down this gagging boys throat holding it there again saying "take the whole dick down your throat you fucking faggot". He then began to pump his cock back-and-forth down Clay's throat. He didn't seem to care that Clay was gagging, and had streams of spit pouring out the corners of his mouth and tears running down his cheeks. He just fucked his throat with power and aggression, and his face tilted upward in lust. Clay just stayed there frozen, allowing this Man to pump his throat full of fat cock. Yes it hurt, but Clay realized he had never been more turned on than he was in this moment. His dick was leaking pre-cum which was causing his pants to get a wet spot, and his throat loved the feeling of being filled by this suited Man's penis. Suddenly he realized how hungry he was, and at that very moment the Man began to speed up his pace. "I can feel my nuts getting ready to dump a load kid, where do you want it?" Clay with his mouth and throat packed was unable to reply. The Man answered for him and said "you're gonna take it then" and as Clay's eyes got a desperate hungry look in them, the Man pumped even harder until he said "oh fuck" and pushed his dick all the way into the back of Clay's throat where Clay felt each pulsing throb as this sexy fucking suited guy unloaded his nut down into his stomach. The Man held Clay's head which was now buried deep in his crotch and instructed clay to milk every last drop out with his throat. "Swallow kid, I don't want to fucking see any cum when I pull out." Again Clay did as he was told, and swallowed this older Man's nut and milked his softening dick with his throat. As the man pulled out, Clay tried to speak but found his voice was too hoarse. The Man said, Time for you to go, thanks for the blowjob. As Clay got off his knees wiped his face and realized what a mess his shirt and tie was, not to mention the front of his pants, he was stopped at the door. The man said "hey, A good cock sucker like you should check out craigslist, I think you'll be very popular." Before Clay could answer, the man closed the door.

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!

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."

Clay had a secret. To the outside world he had always appeared kind, good-natured, good morals, handsome, and straight-laced. He was the kind of guy whom every mom hoped her daughter would date. He stood 6'2" athletic build with hazel eyes and short brown hair. Always clean shaven and dressed in a tshirt and jeans. A former Boy Scout and very kind towards others...all of these things were true. What the outside world didn't know, was that he was Obsessed with sex. As a teen, Clay found his dads porn collection. It started with Penthouse forum magazine showing men and women naked together. After a little bit more searching, Clay found some videos rated triple X. Here he was exposed to a world where good-looking, buff men got their cocks sucked, and were begged by their female costars to fuck them hard with their big dicks. It became a daily thing for Clay to come home from school, sneak into his parents room, watch the videos, and shoot his load. He especially liked it anytime the camera focused on the guys faces, filled with lust as they pounded load after load out of their nuts. It was hot to him to see these older guys so confident, and taking control. He often fantasized that he was the costar. As time went on and the Internet became more popular, Clay often found himself on the websites where he could chat with Men. Sex was always something he talked about, but was often too afraid to meet anyone in person. When he was 18 and a senior in high school, he met a guy online who was 36, very handsome and very friendly towards Clay. They met in person a number of times but only chatted, or maybe held hands. This attention made Clay feel both excited and nervous, and he would often jack off fantasizing about more happening. One day he was invited out to dinner, and then asked if he wanted to go hang out at his new friends apartment. As nothing had happened by this point, Clay just assumed it would be a low-key friendly visit. They sat, drank sodas and chatted, until his new friend asked if he wanted to see some home movies. Clay said sure and cuddled up with this Man as the tape began to play. At first, it was just some footage around town, and then it cut to a video of a couple having sex in the window of the apartment across the street. Clay started to get hard but tried to act surprised and embarrassed. His friend told him that this couple often likes to put on a show at night, so from time to time he gets his camera out. "Is this ok?" The 36 year old asked. "Yeah sure, it's kind of funny" replied Clay his voice getting shaky and his nerves causing him to tremble. "Well then let's keep watching". Next came a video of a young twentysomething kneeling by the fridge in the very apartment they were sitting in. The camera got closer to the young guy and Clay saw the boy reach out his hand and open his mouth. Into the frame came a very big and very hard dick. The young boy grabbed it and began to wrap his lips around it and suck it hungrily. The cameraman began to moan and encouraged his hungry cocksucker. Clay recognized the voice as the guy he was snuggled up to on the couch. He turned to look at this hot older man and realized that he had been watching Clay with a smile. "Oops how did this get on here?" He asked with a playful laugh. "I don't know but it looks like fun "replied Clay. The Man said nothing but just sat there smiling and staring into his eyes making him feel hornier than he'd ever been. After a short pause that felt like hours... "Do you think I could try?" Asked Clay. The 36 yr old replied "Have you ever sucked a Mans penis?" Clay liked this question, and it made him start to pre-come in his jeans. "Once" he said "with a guy from school. But never with anyone older than me ". "Well let's see if you like it" and with that, the Man stood up and asked Clay to sit on his knees and keep eye contact. Clay did as he was told and stared into the eyes of this hot guy as he slowly unzipped his fly, and pulled out his semi hard 9" dick and let it hang there just inches from his lips. "It's not very big, but I think you'll like it" he said smiling. With that he stroked the top of Clay's head and instructed him to open his mouth. That's the day Clay realized he was addicted to getting older Men off.

Driving home with Cum in your ASS can be fun. Though when I start taking LOADS I usually don't go home. I go looking for more. Best is when you take PUBLIC Transportation and others can smell the cum in your hole or see it leak down your leg. And sometimes it leads to another horny guy plowing my ass full of Cum.

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.

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.

Predators and prey (Part 2) Michael was dragged towards the shack. He stumbled and fell down on his knees. He looked around and saw at least five or six guys who were rubbing their bulges in front of their jeans and were glaring at him. They peered at him and his youthful body. He was so excited. So many times he had fantasized of being hardly used by some alpha males. Mr. Big and another fellow pulled Michael up. “Let’s go faggot. Stop stumble around like some sissy boy” Mr. Big growled. His dick was still sticking out of his fly and was huge. Mike wanted to feel cocks tonight and Mr. Big seemed to be at least 9 inches long and fat. “Let’s poz the little asscunt” someone whispered out of the shadows. “Yeah” another voice hailed. “Fuck him hard and give him the charged cum” Michael was so overwhelmed by all the impressions he got; he was simply following his instincts now and his instincts told him to take dick tonight. So many months he had been too afraid to visit this place and now he didn’t know why. Every guy wanted him here. They were all horny to fuck him. He never got the recognition of another male, that he was actually an attractive young guy and now he got all this and more. They arrived at the old shack and a guy opened an old wooden door. It was quite dark inside the hut. Just because some boards were missing at one side and the roof was also not complete anymore, the moon illuminated the little space. A mattress was all he could see. It was dirty and stained. It looked like it was laying here for quite a while and was regularly used for fucking. Mike was cautious about entering the hutch. “It’s…. dirty” he simply said. This was not right. He heard the guys murmur ‘Faggot’ or ‘Start stripping the little whore’. Although it seemed to be degrading for Mike, being called those names, he felt sort of honored, that so many guys got hard, just because of him. He had a low self-esteem and was now soaking up the whole atmosphere. Mr. Big and the other guy were pushing him onto the mattress. He was standing motionless there. “Strip now” Mr. Big was jerking his dick slowly. He found the little fag before and so he would be the first one breaking him in. Mike still didn’t move. “I said STRIP or I will rip your clothes from your fucking body” he shouted angry. All of a sudden Michael was scared. The whole euphoria disappeared. Three guys have entered the shack now. He could see at least six to eight guys around the hut. They were lurking In from the frontdoor and from the torn down side of the booth. “I think, I better go….. “ Mike said and the next thing he knew was, that Mr. Big slapped him into his face. He yelped in astonishment and almost looked like he would start to cry now. “Please… don’t hit me. Can I please leave” he begged the guys standing in the hut. He looked at them with pleading eyes. “Leave….?” Mr. Big said. “You want to leave…. who do you think you are you little faggot. You think, you simply walk on by and suck some dudes dick…. making all the guys horny with your blabbering and your looks and now, after all the effort we made… you simply want to leave?” The guys were still rubbing their bulges. “You made us hard, we offered you our best mattress and show great respect to you and your fuck channels and this is the way you say ‘Thank you’?” Without a warning Mr. Big punched Michael straight into his face. The 18 year old stumbled back and fell down on the heavily used mattress. He was bleeding from his nose and looked shocked. “I am repeating it the last time…. if you don’t start stripping in 10 seconds… I swear to the fucking god, I will beat you to a pulp.” Mike pulled his shirt over his head. The imprinted crest of his school was already stained from his bleeding nose. He sat there and waited for other commands. Mr. Big sighed. “Shoes and pants also. I want to see you fucking naked. We want your holes accessible. Mike shivered. And although he was in fear of his life the onlookers recognized his tiny hard dick, the minute he was stripped bare naked. Mr. Big nodded. “And now – show some respect to us. Start sucking on my cock and massage my pals through their jeans”. Mike moved closer to the edge of the mattress but he was still on his knees. He opened his mouth and took Mr. Big in. He tried to think of his teeth. He slowly massaged the guy to the left end the right. He felt their cocks pressing against the fabric. He couldn’t see it, but they guys were grinning at each other. The guy on the left slapped over Mike’s head. “Open my cage bitch – show some respect to my dick you fuck slut.” With that he turned to the guy, afraid he would get punished from Mr. Big now, for not blowing him anymore. But nothing happened. He kissed the bulge and massaged the hard dick through the pants. “Open the belt and then unbutton my jeans you whore” It was not so easy to open the belt from the opposite side. He never had the opportunity to undress another male. So he was a bit clumsy. After that he opened button after button of the jeans and quite soon he tasted his second cock in his life. He looked up at the three guys who were towering above him and mumbled to please let him go. They were only grinning at him. The third guy was spitting directly into his face and ordered him to start unpacking his dick now. They laughed and after all three dicks were released they told him to open his mouth real wide. Mike saw three big cocks surrounding him and he knew what they expected from him. Oh God…. please help me, was all that he could think.

PART 4- The Wild Fucks and Off to the Circus: The last two guys of the night were some of the wildest. The next guy who came back was a total homeless druggie. He was young, white, had on a baseball cap, t-shirt, jeans that were a light denim, but appeared almost black from dirt. He had scabs and a couple small open sores on his face. He was tall and really skinny. Had the whole heroin chic look going on. I didn’t expect much from him from first glance and he did not even look at me really. He was looking side-to-side and sort of spaced. I walked over, started rubbing at his pants and was surprised by a nice long bulge forming down his right leg. I unbuttoned his jeans and when they dropped was hit with a wall of funk and odor that set me back. His rankness was a mix of a dead rat in the wall, sandwich meat that had been left in a cooler for 10 days, and one of those fancy stores with high priced cheese that smells like dog shit. A long, uncut dick was hanging between his legs, clearly dirty and parts of it looked bruised almost. I took a deep breath, lifted his dick, and licked at the slit of the nice, big head. I gagged, and when I did he took both hands and shoved my open throat deep down onto his festering dick. He held my head as I tried to puke up my last meal and my nostrils were buffeted with the smell of death. I had to breathe through my nose; took several long inhales, each one assaulting me with his stink. I had never tasted such a foul dick, but my ass pulsed and my dick was hard and so I opened my throat as much as I could and swallowed his long dick. He let my head go, but I kept my face buried in his nasty crotch, inhaling the smell and trying to swallow as much dick as I could. When I finally pulled off to catch a normal breath, I looked up and saw that he had taken a glass pipe out and was heating it up, inhaling the white flowing smoke. I buried myself back into him, tasting his infected dick, his dirt and filth, and smelling true nastiness. As I pulled back on his dick I would glance up, see him hit his pipe and had to jack my dick as it was so fucking hot to watch him get high while I sucked on him. I was loving his smell now and just wanted his dick up my ass. I turned around to back up on him, but he stepped to the side and leaned against the wall, not saying a word. He was standing a bit away from the wall and his dick was jutting out like one of those 3M hooks from the Container Store and only his shoulders were on the wall. He hit the pipe again and looked at me through glassy eyes. My ass was still wet enough and I turned and backed right up onto him as he pushed his hips up to meet my open hole. I took him balls deep and sighed in ecstasy as he hit every spot going in. I braced my hands on my legs and turned to see him still hitting his pipe, eyes closed now. If a bottom can rape a top I raped him. He was just a dick for me to use for my pleasure and I bounced, jumped, pushed up and down and rode his dick to beat hell. I wanted – no NEEDED HIS INFECTED CUM – and was going to milk him for every drop. I rode him slow, I rode him fast and hard, and did all the work as he leaned against the wall, almost continuously smoking his pipe. I was finally rewarded when he took the pipe away from his mouth long enough to say, “SHIT, HERE I CUM!” His dick was really sensitive once he came, and he oohed and aahhed as I slowly pulled off with a PLOP. I knelt and started licking him clean and he pushed at my head saying, ”No man, no, stop, no man.” I did not listen and grabbed his hips with my left hand pulling him into my face as I licked his dick clean and held it in place with my right. When I was finished I let go, stood up, and said, “Thanks man.” The guy didn’t say a word, just put his pipe away and left. Tommy came over with the plate; I cleaned it and really felt that last snort. The shit was good but did not seem to last all that long. I asked Tommy about that and he said, “Yeah, that’s why I moved on, speaking of, come on.” I followed Tommy to the bathroom and did not ever bother looking towards the parking area at this point. Hell, they had all been up my ass so who cared. Tommy locked the door, dug behind the toilet, got out his bag with his syringes and plunged into his arm. Even after Warren told me about Tommy, I still licked his arm clean. I stood up, Tommy reached into his pants, pulled out his girl’s red panties, and I automatically opened my mouth so he could stuff them in. He smiled, got a wicked glint in his eyes and said, “Wish I had you in jail with me. I would have cleaned up pimping your ass out to all the brothas that like nothing better than raping a white hole.” Tommy dropped his pants, bent me back over the sink, clamped his hand over my mouth and nose, making it difficult to breathe as he slid his dick up inside me again and said, “Damn your hole is all warm and just grips at my dick! Even after all the fucking you been doing! I love a challenge. My friend and I will make you tap out for sure when we rape you. Maybe we won’t come to your place after all, maybe we will grab you off the street and take you someplace.” Tommy was talking low and deep into my ear while pumping me with black dick, “Even better, we’ll take you to some alley in the hood and rape you there then drop you off at the PG County Jail. I know all the guards and they would pass you around to those willing to pay. Yeah, I think that’s what we’ll do.” One of the guys who fucked me earlier pounded on the door, “Tommy, you in there? Yo Tommy? Warren said to get that pussy out here. We got us a special customer.” Tommy slowed, pulled his dick out, unwadded the now spit-covered panties from my mouth and said, “I CAN SEE IN YOUR EYES YOU ARE ASKING FOR IT – THEY ALL ASK IT – DON’T WORRY, WE’LL GIVE IT YOU.” I followed Tommy out and could see a car parked in the middle of the lot. The headlights shined against the brick walls creating a dance of shadows as Warren and the crew walked back and forth. I suddenly realized it was a cop car and bolted behind the pallets and waited. Tommy came in with the plate, laughing, and said, “Don’t worry, that’s Pooh – you know like the little bear – although he ain’t little, ain’t nothing about Pooh little and he gives Warren a run for his money. There some cops in DC you can fuck with and they take the shit, but not Pooh. That motha fucka is scary.” Tommy left the plate with me and I snorted several lines and set it back and waited. About 5 minutes later a dark shadow crossed my face, announcing the arrival of Pooh, the cop. He was in full LEO uniform - hat, gun, cuffs, you name it and the fucker was built. About 6”3, 240, mid-30s, white, clean cut, handsome. Damn, he was a total wet dream! I must have smiled as Pooh said in a deep voice, “You like what you see? You should, yeah you should. But I got something you will really like right here,” as he grabbed a handful of hardening dick now making an outline in his pants. “My old pal Warren tells me he’s been running you tonight. That true? Yes? Why? What do you owe him? Money for drugs? Well?” I didn’t know what to say, I couldn’t tell him about Dr Mike and my treatment program and how I was supposed to take as much infected dick as I could. Pooh looked down at the plate that still had a couple of lines and said, “Finish it.” What? A cop telling me to do drugs? That was fucking hot! I obeyed, picked up the plate and snorted it clean, making my nose burn and eyes water. The cop laughed at me, then said, “Come here. Why Warren has you out here really means nothing to me. What I am interested in is getting a taste.” When I got close to him he turned me around, shoved three fingers up my ass hard, making me take a step forward to keep my balance. He fingered me a couple times, pulled them out, turned me around, and shoved his fingers in my mouth so I could lick them clean. I heard the clang of metal on metal and Pooh said, “Turn around.” I expected to feel his fingers in my ass again, but instead he grabbed my arms, pulled them back, clamped my right arm into a handcuff, then connected it to my left as he pinched them tight. “Wait, I didn’t do anything, please, I don’t….” I pleaded. Pooh laughed as he dragged me backwards then pushed me ahead of him onto the loading dock, down the steps, and towards his car. I was looking around frantically for Warren and Tommy and the crew and did not see anyone. I did see someone in the back of his car, a young black guy who pushed his face up to the window to get a better look at what was happening and then got a look of shock on his face as he realized I was a guy – a naked guy. Pooh laughed, “Don’t worry now, Warren and his crew are around, but they know I conduct my business in private, well mostly private in this case, I do like to have an audience for certain purposes.” My breath was knocked out of me as Pooh the cop pushed me chest first and face down onto the hood of his patrol car, which was scalding to the touch, and the headlights of the car were still on so I could see pretty clearly. He yanked my arms up and away, making get on my tippy toes as he kicked my legs wide apart with his booted feet. I craned my neck trying to fight, and saw the guy in the back of his cruiser – his eyes wide - practically climbing over the front seat to get a look at what was going on. Pooh let my arms go and I dropped back down onto the hood, the sound echoing off the alley walls. The cop undid his belt, and laid his holster on the hood by my face. He then set his hat on top of the gun and I heard his pants drop and hit the ground. Pooh bent down, took his boots off, removed his pants, folded them, and laid them on the hood beside his hat, then bent and put his boots back on. Pooh grabbed my cuffed arms, pulled me back towards him, my skin scraping against the hood. I started to complain when Pooh said, “No no no, none of that now. This is all about pleasing me, you understand, and…and… well I’ll tell you later. Warren told me you were clean and HIV negative and he had to cut his rate for you because guys had to wear condoms when they fucked you.” Condoms? No one had fucked me with condoms, what was this cop talking about? I tried to twist my body to tell him he was wrong when he yanked on my arms again, twisting my left shoulder and I yelped a bit in pain and relaxed. Might as well hear what the man had to say. Pooh continued, “I love to fuck, but I NEVER EVER wear a rubber and I have left my seed in many an ass and cunt. Tonight, I am a bit backed up, as I have not had any hole in a couple days, so your ass is going to get a good fuck down. Now I can’t have you making a lot of noise so just lie there and let me have what I want. Let’s see about paving the road a little bit.” Pooh shoved three fingers back into my hole and began clawing at my guts with his nails. I tried to twist around again and was met with a hard yank as his fingers dug even harder. I yelped and he dropped my arms, slamming me back into the hood. Lesson learned. Pooh continued digging, only pleased when he had a nice trickle of blood running down each leg. I took a deep breath as the cop named Pooh spread my legs a little further then pulled on my cuffed arms so my back was a bit arched and ass was tilted up. I could feel his humongous dick bouncing around against my ass cheeks as he adjusted the set up. Pooh gyrated his hips a little to line his dick up with my ass, set his feet, gripped my cuffed arms a little tighter, then yanked hard on my arms, my ass raised up and out opening my hole just a little and Pooh SLAM FUCKED ME RAW. I whimpered and grunted, but did not cry out even though his rough raw dick was tearing open the rips his fingers had started. Pooh was humming and moaning and enjoying himself as he deep fucked me. Anytime my ass dropped, the cop just raised my cuffed arms a bit so I automatically stood on my toes with my hole pushed out for him to brutally enter. The guy in the back of the cruiser was leaning over the front seat now, mouth a little open as he stared and we locked eyes each time Pooh lifted me up. I knew the cop was getting close as his pace picked up and he raised my arms higher and higher. WHEN HE WAS READY TO SHOOT HIS CUM IN MY BLOODY ASS HE SLAMMED MY BODY BACK DOWN ONTO THE CAR HOOD AND DROVE STRAIGHT IN AS DEEP AS HE COULD. I pushed my ass back to meet him and I counted – one – two – three – four – strokes before he started to shoot and slick me up with his cum. He was right, he was backed up and cummed buckets, which was now running down my legs, following the trail of blood. The cop was still hard and was doing a slow grind in my ass with an occasional deep push. He worked my hole for a while and I was surprised his dick stayed so hard after cumming such a monster load! Pooh eased his dick slowly out of my ass and gobs of hot cum dripped onto the pavement. He stuck his fingers back in my ass digging and scraping and working them around to make sure his load covered everything while leaning forward and said into my left ear, “That WAS good. I enjoyed that for sure. You’ll be one of my regulars now and guess what? You’re not clean anymore. I bred you good and infected you. If tonight did not take, well, I will just have to give you a repeat. Do you understand?” I shook my head no and the cop said, “I may look healthy my little man, but I’m not, I got AIDs, full blown actually, and I just infected your neg, drugged up ass.” I opened my mouth to say something, but Pooh pulled his fingers out of my ass and shoved them into my open mouth to lick and clean. When I was done he yanked me back and had me kneel to clean his dick off. It was the first good look I had at his weapon and I was truly impressed and the numbers 999 came immediately to mind. I so wanted to get fucked again, maybe on my back next time so his shaft would scrape me deep. Pooh hauled me back up and let me drop back onto the hood as he calmly started to walk around the side of the car and I saw the guy in the backseat scramble all the way into the back and to the far side. He looked scared and maybe thought the cop was going to fuck him too as Pooh was still naked from the waist down and his dick was raging hard. Pooh opened the back door of the police cruiser and the guy in back started protesting, “No man, come on, I ain’t no homo, I don’t get down like that, come one, you just got him right? OK? Come on man, I’ve been good, I ain’t done nothing!” Pooh reached in and hauled the guy out and dragged him around towards the front of the car, all the while the guy was protesting and the cop not saying a word. Pooh pushed the guy against the hood of the car beside me as I stayed in position and got right up in his face and said in a low, menacing voice, “Right now son, I am your only friend in the world, you get me? Tonight was the third time I have caught you slinging that dope on Capitol Hill and you are not a minor any more. You know what that means? That means you get sent to Maryland State Prison – the real big house – probably up in Jessup. Trust me, that’s no place a guy like you will last very long. No, not at all.” The guy was all quiet as the cop continued, “So you see your predicament. If I take you in, that’s it for you, done, over. Unless………unless you and I come to some sort of agreement.” Pooh let the pause hang in the air as the guy thought about what the cop just said. “You want to hear what I have to say?” Pooh asked. The guy must have nodded, I could not tell, as Pooh told him, “Just like this white ass here, you’re on my list now, but not for the same exact thing as you are not my type. There are places where you can go that I can’t. I always need new ears to listen for me. Find shit out. Give the me 411 info heads up on what may be going down, you understand?” “I’m no snitch,” the guy replied. Pooh laughed, reached over and patted his gun and cop hat and said, “You want to play like that? You learned nothing from watching this little scene tonight. OK.” Pooh then slammed the guy backwards onto the hood, scaring the shit of me. I jumped to the side as the guy struggled and Pooh ripped his pants down. The guy was not wearing any underwear and had a nice dick between his legs. Pooh’s big hands were pressing down on the guy’s chest when he turned to me and said, “Get over here, see what you can do with this guy’s dick.” I tried to leverage myself off the hood and the cop helped me by pulling back on my arms. He then guided me onto my knees in front of the guy’s dick and I began sucking on his limp shaft, despite his protests. Pooh told the guy, “Shut up, too late now smart ass. Now all I have to do it put out the word I caught you having sex with some white dude when I take you in, so what do you think your boys will do to you in jail? Huh? You’ll become their bitch for sure. OR - OR YOU CAN SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DO WHAT I SAY!” The guy quieted down and his dick began to grow in my mouth. I had to keep shifting to try to make his dick stay in my mouth, but as he got longer and longer it was easier. He was a grower for sure and was soon raging hard with a good 9, thick inches. Once the guy was hard, Pooh lifted me up by my cuffed arms, shoved his fingers back into my wet hole and clawed at me, making me nice and bloody all over again. He then told the guy, “Stand up straight a bit, just sit against the hood,” as he turned me around and I backed onto the guy’s raw dick with my bloody ass. The guy did not say a word, he just took it as I started to ride him and Pooh fed me his ass juice covered fingers. Soon the guy was bucking his hips and moaning and let out a little yell as he started to cum. His legs wobbled and he would have slid right off the hood if I had not been pressing back with my ass. Without saying a word Pooh pulled me off the guy’s dick and turned me around and bent me over so I could feed on the guy’s dick, which was covered in cum, blood, and ass gore. I started to suck him clean, making the guy squirm and moan. Pooh took advantage of my winking hole to slam fuck me again, driving my head into the guy’s guts with each thrust. It did not take the cop long to give me his next load, which came shortly after I had swallowed the guy’s second load. Well, most of his load anyways, all of Pooh’s slamming made me unsteady so some of the guy’s nutt shot up the side of my face, but what could I do? I was still cuffed. Pooh pulled his big raw dick out of my sloppy ass, stood me up and to the side as he said to the guy, “Here’s the deal. You’re my ears now period. No option. And to make sure you continue to play nice, I will pick you up and harass you and make sure your friends see. While that will give you cred with them, what we will really be doing is you filling me in on what I want to know as I drive to pick up this nice white ass. Then we’ll both have a little fun, or maybe I’ll just watch. Naw, who am I kidding, I need to make sure he gets bred good so he can welcome you to our little club.” I wonder if the guy knew what the cop meant and that he had just been stealth fucked by an a biohazard bottom. The guy’s pants were pulled up and Pooh the cop dragged him to the back and pushed him into the back seat. Pooh came back around to the front, slowly got dressed, and then pushed me back up the stairs and behind the pallets before uncuffing me. I was rubbing my wrists when Pooh said, “Let me see you license.” I handed him my wallet, he copied down my info, had me write my phone number down too, handed my wallet back to me and said, “I need some late-night relief several times a week when my shift ends at 3:30 a.m., so when I call, you better be ready. Understand? I’ll usually come to your place, but who knows, I may have you meet me out someplace so we can work on the guy again. I have found LOTS of fun places to fuck in this town. You took orders really well, but understand, when I call it will be about pleasing me, and infecting you of course. And I hope you realize that if you are even thinking about saying anything to anyone about this, you will be more than sorry, understand?” I nodded my head as the cop who just stealth fucked me and blackmailed me left me used and bloody and full of his poz cum on a loading dock in the back of an alley. So Pooh wanted to give me more of his honey, damn, I couldn’t wait for that. It was late now, like 3:00 a.m., and Warren came over to where I was sitting on the cardboard, slid a couple fingers up my well cummed-in ass and said, “I don’t know what you did out there, but Pooh don’t give out props easily and as thanks he gave me a tip about a stash house this asshole who has been trying to wedge into my turf has, so we’ll be taking that out later for sure. Well, all the clubs have now closed and our regulars have picked up what they needed, so the shop is closed until tomorrow. Time to get you ready for the after party.” The after party? What was he talking about? Warren then pulled out a couple rolled up joints and said, “Have you ever smoke pot?” “Just a couple times,” I replied, “Didn’t really do anything for me.” Warren shook his head and said, “Yeah, that can happen, but unlike the snow you have snorted up tonight which makes you wired and awake, although the high wears off pretty quick, these little things will REALLY fuck you up. You were a great slut for me tonight, so now it’s time for me to earn some real green off that sloppy hole of yours. Got you lined up for some hardcore shit. Remember what I told you last time about several hood brothers I know who would pay me a FUCKING PREMIUM to see you take on their special friends?” I shook my head no, and Warren continued his sales pitch, “No matter, it’s all set up and they’ll be here soon to pick us up. Here, just watch what I do, I will light it for you, just focus on breathing in deep and hold it in your lungs.” I watched Warren light a joint, trying to focus on the mechanics of how he sucked in, held the smoke, then slowly exhaled. The smoke was thick and tangy, a mix of sweet and something else and I did not really think about what he had just said and these special friends that were going to fuck me. Warren took a couple hits and then handed the joint to me, nodding as I held it to my lips and repeated what I had seen him do. My throat and lungs burned a bit, and I felt like I wanted to cough, but I didn’t. He kept urging me to hold it and when he finally indicated I should let it out, I exhaled much faster than he had. Warren laughed, waved at me to hit it again, so I did. I started to say I didn’t feel anything as I handed the joint back to Warren, but then it hit me. FUCK! OK, that was nothing like the high from the white powder – HOLY FUCK! I leaned back against the wall, closed my eyes, and Warren laughed then said, “This is no regular joint as it is laced with a special ingredient. Like I said, I need you really fucked up and this shit will make you do anything, absolutely fucking anything! And it makes me damn horny.” Warren handed the joint off to Tommy who had come over, then reached over, pushed me face down onto the dirty moving blanket and drove his dick up my cum filled hole. “Shit slut! You are wet and sloppy. Oh yeah, these hood boys are gonna use you up! FUCK I’m going to make some good green.” Warren moaned as he fucked and said, “So wet, can’t wait to see you on all fours being mounted, used as a bitch! One after another they are going to take you and I am going to make sure you are ready for it all.” Warren fucked for a while, pulled out, sat back and had me help him finish off the joint. He laughed and said, “We’ll do another one when we get there and don’t worry, I have enough to last a while if we need more,” as he patted his pocket. He stood up, got dressed, and told Tommy to make sure I pulled myself together. Tommy helped me get dressed and sat by me in one of the chairs by the fridge as he smoked a cigarette. I went to grab a beer, but Tommy said, “No, no liquor, just water.” Warren had just asked Tommy what time it was, 3:38 a.m., when one of his boys came trotting down the alley illuminated by a set of car lights. A large, white Cadillac with tinted windows pulled parallel to the loading dock. Warren went down the stairs and the back window rolled down part way. I could not see who was in there, but Warren must have known them as he bent down and started talking and a stream of thick smoke was coming out of the rear-passenger’s side door. Tommy, sitting beside me, was rubbing his dick through his pants and kept staring over at me. I said, “Want to fuck me? I am so horny, please?” Tommy’s eyes got wide, but he shook his head no, so I looked back at Warren who was now waving for me to come down and join him. I took my time going down the steps as I was high as hell and fucked up. I hoped I was walking straight, I thought I was, but who knew. I got about 5-feet from Warren when suddenly the heads of two large dogs appeared in the car window, barked a couple times and then started sniffing and snorting and drooling. I jumped back, Warren laughed, and I heard the voice in the car holler, “SIT! GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” The deep voice laughed as he said, “You must forgive the boys, they can smell a cum filled cunt a mile away. I CAN even smell it from here.” I still could not make out what the person looked like, but Warren called to Tommy, opened the front door and I got in, with Warren scooting in beside me. I saw Tommy walk around and get in the back on the other side. I tried to turn to see who was in back, but there was a partition of some sort, so I could not see anything. Warren smile, squeezed my thigh, and said “Time to get the show started”, and pulled out another joint as the car was put in gear and we started back out the alley. The white Cadillac drove through the deserted streets of DC as I got more and more fucked up smoking Warren’s special joint, too high to question what I was doing, where I was going, or what show he was talking about. Little did I know I was going to a three ring circus – a circus hosted by one of the freakiest fuckers in the city and one of which I was the main attraction. The tickets had been sold, the animals had gathered, and the show must go on at the command, “BITCH GET ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES!”

on my b day I had lots fun with chub4bears. we got nude then he said to suck his cock. I suck until he got hard. he moan mmmmm yeah. then he fucked me first with my legs up then on top of me then on all fours. chub4bears: happy birthday going to fuck u all day. mmmmm that feel very good ooo ooo oooo yes yes yes. he fucked faster and faster. when he cum in me he, said time for your birthday gift. it felt very good then I sucked the cum off his cock and he licked my cum hole. we kissed with cum mmmm mmm mmm. it was yummy

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

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….

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...

One of my favorite role playing scenes is telling an anon top that I will let him fuck me raw but only on the condition that he pulls out before cumming and doesn't cum inside me. Almost always turns out in one of two ways: 1) When I know he's beyond the point of controlling his orgasm or tries to pull out I wrap my legs around him and pull him deep inside. No matter how much he protests or how hard he tries to pull out, I keep him inside until he blows his load. Especially hot when he says something like "What are you doing? Let me go I'm going to cum." The look on his face as he loses control and blows inside me is amazing. Always gets me off knowing I just gave him one of the most intense orgasms of his life by the unexpected pleasure of letting him cum inside my ass when he wasn't expecting it. 2) The top is an alpha male with dominate tendencies and decides he's going to give me his load whether I want it or not. It's so fucking hot when he blows in me without asking me or warning me that he's getting close. I love the fact that he is dominant and confident enough to use me anyway he pleases without my consent.

I hooked up at STEAMWORKS with a scruffy bottom who had a sweet, tight ass and who was hungry for fuck seed. He left the door open when he came in my room, so I knew he din't mind being watched while being fucked, which is a turn on for me. Then he suggested I take him to the fuck bench and fuck him in front of other guys. What a fucking turn on. He sucked cock while I bred him. It was hot to have guys come up and feel my balls and bare cock. Anybody else hooked on giving a bareback sex show?

Having the hardest time finding rape videos. Makes me wonder if they even make many of them at all. Anyone have links to some good ones?

** I usually never let people read my stories. This is one I threw together that I thought you might enjoy. Let me know*** I was 19 years old. I had been having sex with guys for several years at that point- starting with experimenting with a few school friends, moving onto meeting with old trolls from the internet and culminating with weekly trips to the bath houses in the city. Periodically I'd drive in from the suburbs, telling my parents I'd be out with friends late so I knew I'd have enough of the night to do as my glands drove me. I wasn't the golden cast example of adonis, but I did alright- working out regularly and proud of my developing sixpack. Usually I'd hit the local gay club, which usually was a 18+ dance place. It was easy to get guys to buy me drinks, and easier to get the occasional blowjobs in the bathroom stalls. Once or twice a month I'd get nice and tipsy on drinks from the generous, horny enablers I'd meet in at the clubs. One night I met this man- couldn't tell you his name. I would guess he was in his early 30's, just under six foot with a great body displayed immodestly within collared t-shirt and overly tight denims. He bought me drink after drink, and we danced till about midnight, his hands making a detailed map of my body while the liqour began coursing through my young brain. I found myself at one point locked into a deep kiss with one of his hands down the front of my pants as we held each other close atop one of the gogo boxes in front of the DJ's desk- in plain view of all in the club. He licked my ear as he gripped my nuts, whispering into my ear against the throbbing din of techno and excited queens: "I don't live in the city. Do you have a place?" I shook my no. He tightened his grip, and said "Then we're going to the baths." I agreed, and suggested the club at which I had a membership. Together we left the club, my arm around his waist and his hand tucked safely between my cheeks. We kissed some more as we made our way down the street, pausing long enough for him to begin fingering my hole as he pressed me against his car in another deep, sloppy kiss. I don't know what make or year or anything- the details are a bit foggy from all the two tequilla sunrises and four shots of what sounded like "yagermeister" he had fed down my throat. The leather seat creaked as I climbed in, and the radio bumped out beats I could feel in my guts as we cruised down through the city. At one point he pushed my head down to his lap, where I pointedly began sucking off his beautiful uncut cock, loving the way the foreskin rolled up and down with every stroke. The smells of his sweat and cigarette were thick, and made me all the hornier. We made out a little more while in the bath house parking lot- his fingers reaching deep into my hole and he nibbled on my neck, sending me over the edge. He helped me up to the door and to the front desk- my legs were a bit unstable from the booze. Robotically, I signed the form and paid my locker fee, picked up my towel and made for the locker room. Together we undressed, giving me the chance to see for the first time the totality of his perfection. His muscles roped through his tight flesh, making the perfect canvas for the myriad of tattoos that covered his form. I admired the variation of design that covered him- an angry looking woman, naked, slicing the dead from a lamp post on his ribs; a red and greed skull with a biohazzard symbol etched into its forehead eating a fighting cobra on his thigh; a black and red scorpion on his other, grasping a terrified looking rabbit in its claws and a large, gleaming drop of emerald poison dripping from it's oversized stinger. He led me immediately down to the darker basement rooms, where we made out more as he settled me into the sling. Fat old trolls began to emerge from the shadows like moths to a flame as my enabler began lubing up my hole. His fingers drove themselves deep and forcefuly into my core, elating and overloading my senses. I begged him to be gentle, only getting "You can take it," in reply as he began driving into me deeper and more agressively. He massaged my prostate, making a load start to bubble and burn within me with each determined push. He pulled his fingers out and scrutinized them. "Do you often bleed?" he asked with a small smirk. I told him it had been awhile since I'd been in that situation- normally being a devout top. He asked me if I wanted his cock as he drove his fingers back into my open hole- a moan as I bit my bottom lip against the pain of his invading fingers my only rely. I began to feel light headed, disconected in a way. I noticed my heart felt like it was beating against my ribs and my vision begging to distort. The more I thought about how strange I felt, the more I would only concentrate and his wonderful fingers beating against my prostate. From nowhere a cock pressed against the side of my face. Obediently I took it into my throat without even opening my eyes. Only a minute passed before another cock pushed against my other cheek. I switched over and started sucking the new comer. Only another minute passed and I felt another cock nudging my other cheek. From the length and girth I could tell it was huge. "Do you party?" he asks as he pushes his fingers deeper into me, "do you like booty bumps?" At first I don't know what he meant- but my education in the local fag language finally kicked in. I push against the cock invading my throat. "--I've--never--done--it--" I pant between thrusts against my boiling prostate. He pushes as far into me as he can reach, and twists his fingers back and forth as he starts to laugh. "I've already put a heavy hit in you boy. You should be feeling it." It was then I realized that I was high, and instead of worrying about it I only moaned in acceptance. I was lost in a swirl of speed and lust- noticing only the thrusting into my hole and the cocks alternating position within my throat. I reached down wanted to feel his fingers glide back and forth, only to find that it was his dick I was feeling. Without missing a beat I grabbed his muscled ass, and pulled him deeper and deeper into me. I suddenly became aware of the pain, and felt the slickness of his driving cock. When I pulled my hand away I noticed some pink and red streaked accross my palm. His beat grew faster and faster- opening me up like a flower on prom night, until with great gasps he drove himself hard and furiously into me, shouting "Take this charge!" He stayed in my for awhile, slowly fucking his load deeper into me- his cock gliding back and forth more easily with the extra lube. As he pulled out one of the trolls whispered, "Did you just convert him?" My heart skipped a beat as he giggled, "Fuck that charged load deeper into his guts. He's told me he's a top, I want to make sure he passes my gift along." Promptly, the troll mounted my used hole, and began quickly driving his short, thick dick into me. Four or five guys ended up fucking me that night, each filling my ass with his load. The next morning I woke up at home- no idea how I got there. My mom was banging on the door, saying I needed to get up and mow the lawn. When I checked, the seat of my boxers were streaked with dried blood and cum.

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

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...

About 5 years ago I began hooking up with a total top with a little bit of a dom side. From the beginning we have had great chemistry in bed and actually enjoyed each other's company. Also, it was raw from the get go and I love leaving his place with a big load up my ass. About two years ago he found a BF whom he loves but is a bit too vanilla, and he admitted he missed the darker side of sex. Nothing rough, just an opportunity to let his dom flag fly, so Shadow Lover and Slave was created between us. Every couple of months I come over and enter his darken place with texted instructions of where to go, whether to strip naked or down to a specific undergarment, and what position I am to take - on my knees, standing, all-fours, etc. - it always changes. But the one thing that is always consistent is that he hides silently in the shadows until I finally blindfold myself with a black scarf and I am never allowed to talk. After I am in position and blindfolded he comes out of the shadows and begins to instruct me either verbally or by touch. Sometimes he is a firm but gentle master and other times he can be a bit aggressive and demanding. Usually it is just the two of us, but a couple of times I have found myself servicing and being fucked by him and another person. Sometimes after he blows his load up my ass he helps get me off, while other times he makes me jerk off or else he will not allow me to cum at all. When we are finally through he steps back into the shadows as I remove the blindfold, dress and leave without a word. If we run into one another in public or even if we hook up for regular fun and fucking, we never talk about the Shadow Lover and Slave. It is as if our characters are totally different people.

Just wondering if there's any more country guys on here who grew up on a farm and love riding horses, cattle, the outdoors, etc? I live in Kentucky in the city but I'm from a large cattle farm in the country and still go there quite a bit and help with the cattle and chores. I love other masculine outdoor dudes, Ky used to have a chapter of the gay rodeo association but I think it closed a few years back. Don't think there is one here now. If there was I'd join. I'd love to meet a bud or two who love farm life, camping, wranglers, etc. I am just not into clubs or things like that. But I hope to attend one of the regional meets soon as a spectator. I'd join if I could! For me the farm life is a lifestyle and a way of life, I love it, but it's also a big turn on meeting other dudes who are the same and into the same! I love a hot stud in wranglers, especially with a nice ass, really gets me going. I like guys of all ages, I prefer older guys, just love sexy older men! I think I'd be in heaven if I lived in Austin or someplace like that.

When is the movie cumming out.

I love the cheating aspect of this story. Just think about the stranger's poz load infecting the other boyfriend, too, without him having a clue!

The boy won't only be a star but a shooting star. Looking forward to the next chapter.

Being bred thru a gloryhole is the ultimate in anonymous sex especially if it is at both ends.

That just hot dude.... Through I'm keen to see if you can make it more dirty

The words 'The End' seem to imply.... that there won't be any other parts of this story.

nice!!!

I hope the next chapter is where he gets the devastating news he is changed forever.

Been working out regularly and I guess It's beginning to show. Been getting hit on more lately, or maybe it's just summer sex madness. Went to bath house in Wilmington Ca. Got there late (11:30 am) and all the rooms were rented out, so had to get a locker. Ate a magic brownie when I got there. Mmm.. First load I took was from a thin Latin with an enormous cock! 9 inches at least. We did it standing up in a glory hole cubicle. He was so huge, opened my hole up good. He kept telling me how much he loved my hole and kissed me on the back of my neck and licked me between my shoulder blades. Not sure how long he was in me, (a while) when he said "I'm gonna cum," I said "Go for it! Fuck my pussy!" I could feel his head throb inside me as he shot his man juice in me. The second and third loads were from 2 guys I'd done before. Average size cocks but great fuckers! Total tops! The last guy was a black dude about 6 feet tall with a huge thick cock and a big round head, even bigger than the first guy. Oh damn, this hot fucker knows HOW-TO-FUCK!! First he fucked me on my knees. The he flipped me over and fucked me on my back, while he sucked on my nipples. He laid me on my side with one leg up, so we could both see his cock slide in and out of me. He fucked me till he couldn't fuck anymore. When he pulled his massive cock out of my juicy puss I could see cum oozing from his cock head. He asked for my number and I gave it to him.

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?

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.

I'm at club Columbus now. Just swallowed a nice load in the video room when I turned around there was a gorgeous kid with a ten inch, thick BBC! Started by blowing him and once he started smacking my ass and reaching around to finger my hole, it was on! I turned around and impaled myself on that beautiful cock! Wasn't too long before he blew a large load in me! Told him my room number for when he was ready for more!

I believe that the high suicide rate is because as a young person, you feel there is absolutely no one with whom you can talk. And, often, you think you are the only person in the world with these feelings. Trust me, I did. The total loneliness was so difficult. Seeing everyone else with someone, and you being all alone. Throw being blind on top of that, and.... I've never had a relationship, and never will. I'm fortunate if I have sex once a year. sometimes as long as four years in between. However, lots of sex doesn't mean you aren't lonely. And, often, it means just that. Thanks for sharing. I truly wish all of us the best.

Part 4 I don't know how long I was in that position, with the fist toy on the machine punch fucking my hole...I just realised I was coming down a little as I was now beginning to sense my surroundings again. I saw the 2 guys and Master having drinks, and moaned as my hole took the fist. They looked over at me and Master said it looks like pig is needing a top up, but first he can have a little break. Master came over and stopped the machine, and assisted me to my feet and told me to go and have another shower and a washout, and take my time. Of course time meant nothing, but I did know we had been going for quite a few hours...who cares? I loved the shower, and washed out several more times... enjoying the feeling of the water swelling my hole up then squirting out. Once again I was squeaky clean, and ready for action. I went back in the room and Master told me to sit in an armchair and handed me a Gatorade. He told me to drink up and that there was a nice hit of G in there for me. After about 5 minutes I began to feel the G kicking in, and a couple of low moans alerted Master. He sprung into action and told me to get down on all fours on the fuck bench. Quickly my wrists and ankles were tied, and I was given another slam. This was a .3, which on top of the G and previous slams turned me into a mumbling slut wanting to be used more. The two guys and Master were behind me, and in my rush I felt a fist entering me, slow but steady. It pulled out a little, and a second fist slowly joined it. Master came in front of me and fixed a gas mask to my face with poppers in it. He said right pig, shallow breathing and you don't get any. When you breathe deep and hard it will open the valve and you will get a big hit... I couldnt really focus on what he said, but my subconscious took it in. The two fists were working my hole and I was moaning and the guys were encouraging me saying wow what a good pig, fuck yeah look at that cunthole open! Yeah, fuck! Master was now back behind me and he said firmly right pig take a good deep hard hit of the poppers...I grunted and breathed in deep and hard, the all too familiar scent filling my nostrils and my lungs, and out it went and Master said take 3 more pig. I happily complied, even though my head was now totally spun. As the rush from the second snort hit, I felt more pressure against my hole and I hurriedly took the 3rd and subsequent hits deep and fast...I was now completely flying and was aware of intense unparalleled pleasure from deep within my guts and heard voices, and couldn't really make out what they were saying. I caught a few words, like FUCK PIG, 3 FISTS! and LOOK, HOLY FUCK look at that fucking beautiful hole! .....I blissed out, falling in and out of being there, aware at times my hole was getting the biggest workout it had ever had....I had actually reached that point with the two fists earlier, but the punch fisting toy and the extra drugs took over. I don't remember it finishing, but woke sometime later and was lying on a bed, all clean with a blanket on me. I had been awoken by a noise and it was my Master. It was daylight and he had a hot sweet coffee for me and some yogurt....great for the digestive system after the party. He told me I had slept for 2 days, and the partying and flight from Australia had caught up with me. He grinned and said he got it all on video and he had already made thousands out of it. He said I don't need to ask if you enjoyed yourself, that was more than evident. Welcome to your new home. As you will be starting to feel pretty low, there are some more favours for you once you've had a feed and your coffee. By the way, have you ever been tag team gangbanged? The end

Previously... I leaned back. My thumbs hadn’t been idle. The entire time they’d be working his fuckhole with little massages and using his sweat to lube and slowly open it bit by bit. To this I added his spit, spitting down on his upturned ass. Watching that twitching hole glisten with spit and wink at me, I couldn’t resist anymore. Shuffling my legs back I dove down to eat that tasty tan pucker (How he got his hole tanned is beyond me – that must have been some funky sun-bathing). As I reached back to pull myself hard, I heard groaning from below. Simon was obviously enjoying himself. I shuffled back up again and positioned my cock at his cunt. Spitting down on his ass for lube, I looked back at Simon. “This is for smacking me” and shoved in. Right so... I don’t which was hotter. Watching my cock bottom out in Lawyer John’s tanned hole… I mean Simon’s tanned hole, or watching his pained expression, his mouth open and grimacing, showing his perfect white teeth. “Ah fuck ya wee bastard! Use a bit more lube” I pulled back a good bit, giving him time to adjust. “Wait a sec” I said, and with that I picked him up (uppers always give me crazy strength) and pinned him against the wall next to the bathroom and the table with the MDMA on it. He was sandwiched with his knees in front of his shoulders and I miraculously still had my cockhead inside him. I had both hands now holding him under his ass. I looked around behind me to see my camera still pointing and showing a red-light. No lube on the floor though. Deftly I released one hand and massaging along his smooth hamstring, I brought it up to his lips and opened it to him. “You want lube, gimme some!” He duly spat all our shared juices into it. I spat some more into it too, but the MDMA was quickly making me dry out the way ecstacy does. Locking eyes with Simon I reapplied the lube and pushed back in. The extra lines of MDMA were definitely kicking in at this point as I started to plunge into that silver fox’s cunt. The last few minutes of his phone footage showed me leaning my forehead against Simon’s and making a hrunnghing noise as my bubble butt worked up a sweat pumping in and out of that tight gym toned hole. At some point when Simon reached up with one hand to steady my fucking and stroke my cheek I heard some beeps from his phone, which meant it had stopped recording. I was getting close. Pumping faster and faster. I leaned in to kiss that beautiful bastard. Both of us were dry from the MDMA as we explored eachother’s mouths “I may still have battery in my own phone, if you want to record me cumming in you?” I asked, breathing raggedly... He looked at me, ineffectually trying to stroke his own cock while being sandwiched. “Just cum in me ya bastard” I didn’t need any more encouragement. I let loose, slamming my pelvis into his ass. The slaps rang out between us as our sweaty bodies collided with ever building force. The bathroom door opened with the force I was pounding against its wall. I was sucking in air faster and faster… “Oh fuck yeah. That’s it” Simon look directly into my eyes “Cum in me ya little shit. Seed my hole.” I closed my eyes with pleasure. The moment was coming. I felt a little shock as Simon spit across my face. “Look at me while you cum ya bastard” I obeyed the bossy bottom, slamming his back against the wall with renewed energy. I leaned in and covered his mouth with mine, as much to shut him up as to kiss him. He resisted and twisted under me. I just pressed on. Then lightning struck. The combination of MDMA and cumming electrified and shuddered through my system – I could literally feel each drop build in my ball and push out through my urethra and spray his ass walls in rhythmic spurts, till I was dry.… Simon and I were both groaning as we mashed our smiling teeth together, feeling each spurt together, every sensation entwined… For a few seconds we were locked together in this glorious chemmed and cummed up universe, propped up beside the open bathroom door. Then the spell broke. Iain, popped his head around, still high as kite. “That was some show lads!” he said, as he stood over the toilet, working Hugo further into his own hole. With the giant black dildo standing up from the toilet lid, positioned right between his muscular cheeks, Iain lifted himself off and reapplied even more lube from the bottle – ah there it fucking was! I pulled out of Simon with a sigh of relief and he shakily found his feet. The MDMA was still buzzing in my system, there was no way I wanted to leave this horny set-up yet, just cause I came. I looked past Simon to his bathroom sink, noticing the glasses filled with toothbrushes under the cabinet. “Glass of water?” He nodded silently, reaching around to investigate his battered hole. I rmoved in past Iain, (once more grunting as he strove to conquer mount Hugo) and was surprised once again to feel his warm mouth envelope my cummy cock. I was pretty sensitive so I had to pull back. “Easy Iain, I’m a bit tender down there. Let me get this water and you can finish the job” I filled and passed a glass to Simon and gulped mine myself, mentally willing myself to focus a bit more. Iain took the opportunity to once again lap at my salty cock and this time I let him, the water triggering a wave of slutty sensations flowing through my drugged-fucked brain… Iain’s tongue was slurping all around my cockhead past my foreskin. Looking back, I could see Simon sniffing his cum-covered fingers and he reached over to give me a whiff too. He lowered his fingers to my hole and pushed my cum into my hole. I pushed back on him, two fingers, two knuckles deep. Oh Fuck! I was being assaulted at both ends and was loving it. All our combined smells were intoxicating. The smell of Iain’s ass juice and lube as he continued to mount the dildo was getting me horny again, and though I didn’t think I’d be able to get hard so soon Iain’s (now full-on) blow-job was helping inordinately. In a moment of lucidity, I spoke up, “Iain, Simon, that feels amazing, but I’ve just cum. Gimme an hour or so” Simon smiled and said “I can help you there Mike. Iain, pass me the Caverjects” Oh fuck! I heard about these – instant boner injections. Iain reached behind himself, showing some serious muscle-pit, and opened the bathroom cabinet above the sink. Pulling out some boxes he passed a bag full of goodies to Simon, but not before I saw a baggy full of what I hoped were ecstacy pills in it. Behind me I looked to see my phone’s red light was off too. Good. I didn’t want this act recorded. Simon was prepping the injection and swabbed my cock with some alcohol. Looking back it’s a good thing I was high too as I would never, in the sober light of day, let another man, especially a high one, go near my cock with a needle. A short jab and a wipe and a press-down of cotton on the injection site, and I watched in awe as I could feel the rush of blood redirect itself to my cock. Simon told me “Count down from a hundred and watch your cock”. Time measurement isn’t great when you’re fucked up, but it seemed to me I could almost see my cock growing. Within less than, I guessed, two minutes, it was rockhard and edging on ten inches. Iain’s eyes lit up at my cock. Simon quipped “down boy, let wee Mike here have a moment to heal up”. He turned to me “should I be calling you Newry10?” and we laughed and headed back over to the table. Simon had prepared six lines and as Iain gave up on Hugo’s last 4 inches and came in and joined us, we spent the next ten minutes snorting lines and reviewing our fuck-videos. Iain agreed with us, that Simon’s was the hotter angle, but mine was the longer clip. On mine, there was even a clip of Iain’s lower half trying to take Hugo as the bathroom door banged open near the end, but he assured me it wasn’t incriminating. I heard a beep and saw a characteristic mask symbol on the top of my phone – who was messaging me this late? I opened Grindr in full view of Simon and Iain and there was another message from Gavin “Why you up sexy?” Simon reached over and nabbed my phone before I could reply. He quickly scrolled through the flirty banter we’d posted in the last few days. Looking at Gavin’s private pics in the conversation, he asked, “the lad’s pretty hot, do you want him to come over?” Gavin was a pretty hot half-Pakistani nurse with curly brown hair and over the last few months we’d been slowly sending eachother more revealing pics. Gavin’s last one was a pic of him in one of those Andrew Christian neon-green jockstraps, which framed his caramel brown ass perfectly and brought our his green-hazel eyes. This pic in particular was the one which inspired one of my BBRT profile pics. I started to stammer a reply – that we’d never properly followed through on our dates, that these pics were just constant teasing and it was slowly becoming one of those odd grindr friendships but Simon cut me off. “If you want him, tell him to come over. None of this bullshit time-wasting nonsense. Hang on…” With that Simon quickly typed some sort of reply and then got me and Iain to stand up beside him. With all our dicks pointing outward over the MDMA table, Simon took a photo of them from the abs down. Two (and a half) six-packs and 22/23 inches of cock, and a fuck load of drugs. Before I could protest, he sent it with a message “all teasing aside, get over here if you want the night of your life” and his address. And we waited… Bing. A simple reply. A smiley face with the big O, and the words “nice one. On my way” As Simon put our phones away, he turned and said “now that that wee bit of insurance is covered, will ya say after me: “Whatever happens in this apartment doesn’t leave this apartment” Gay slag’s honour” I repeated what Simon said, then giggled thinking about the kid’s game “Simon Says” and told the others. Iain laughed too, but Simon didn’t. I guess he heard it a few times by then. He was busy rooting through the bottom of his wardrobe. Iain pulled me in for a passionate and bone-crushing snog – the MDMA was kicking in again, and when I surfaced for air I looked back to see Simon holding a tray and a pile of leather. A leather dog mask, a harness, chaps and a jock strap specifically. “Wear this” “Seriously? I’m not really into pup-play?” “Wear it Mike, and from now on we call you Dealer Dog y’hear? You too Iain” Iain looked up and nodded and went back to his new favourite game – pushing my cock down to its limit and then letting it spring back to my belly again. I tried to protest again, but Simon was having none of it. Iain started sucking on me again while I was distracted. “Fuck Mike” Iain said, to be immediately corrected by Simon, “I mean Dealer Dog” he hurriedly added and continued, “you’re gonna be pretty popular downstairs.” Realising I must have let myself into a proper leather party, I resigned myself to wearing the outfit. In fact a part of me was kinda turned on by the whole set-up. I buckled on the mask and jockstrap, with Iain helping me with the chaps. Meanwhile Simon busied himself preparing lines of MDMA all over the tray. It seemed weird to stare out of the leather eyeholes and bite inside the leather jaw. Weird but not off-putting. Simon thrust the tray into my hand and went to the door. He pushed a switch beside the light-switch with a speaker and spoke into it. “Attention my bulls, in a minute I’ll be releasing a terrier into the bullpen. Treat him nicely and he might give you a sniff of his wonderful supply. Don’t overwhelm him though, and just call him “Dealer-Dog” and he might even let you rub his belly, or if you’re really sweet, give you a taste of his ten-inch cock. I heard a roar of approval downstairs. Simon opened the door and picking up Hugo, he pointed me out. He turned to Iain, who was sprawled on the bed, and said… “Simon says ‘let’s get this thing all the way inside you’” …and shut the door. So there I was bearing a tray of MDMA and trussed up better than a leather-freak at Folsom. I looked down at the jutting oak-beam staircase, hearing the throbbing house beats coming from below and thought “better begin my descent…”

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I was 15 (1982), on a cruise ship with my family. First day at sea and I got chatting with one of the cabin stewards. While we were chatting he went into his walk in galley, where he made tea for the cabins he looked after​, and he closed the door. He asked if I wanted some fun, being rather naïve I agreed and was surprised when he stroked my cock through my shorts, but my cock went rigid and I was excited. It was not long before I was on my knees and undoing his trousers to reveal a thick 7" circumcised cock with a big head. He told me to lick it and as I did so I felt his hands go on the back of my head and push my face further onto his cock; once his cock was hard he told me to get up and turn around and pull my shorts down...he gave me something to sniff (I know now they were poppers) which I did and had a wonderful rush for the first and not the last time, I then felt his cock running up and down my crack and then pushing into my ass. I was whimpering as he fucked me hard and tweaking my nipples and he quickly shot his load in me. Guilt / uneasiness must have overcome both of us, I pulled up my shorts as he apologised and I rushed back to my cabin. Well you can guess the rest, by the end of the ten day cruise I was his bitch boi, only ever bare backed, and shared with two other cabin stewards. I had my last fuck with him as the ship docked back in Southampton. Walked off with a load in me.

More felching and more watersports play.

Level 6 my whole life

Met up with a guy from grindr in his hotel. After some foreplay, he of course wanted it bare and I said absolutely. As he was riding me I shot a first load into his ass and stayed hard and continued fucking him. Was so hot having my load leak out and down his balls as I fucked him before shooting another load a while later. Left his hole gaping and still leaking..too bad I didn't get a picture

Exactly! A few years ago I got friendly with a boy who was about 5 years younger than me - I was 25, he was about 21. He was a virgin at the time but really wanted to get fucked by a guy. He came to my place a few times, I offered him some tips and advice. We played together but I didn't fuck him as i'm a bottom. I sucked his cock and ate his ass. He watched me get fucked. Eventually one of my fuck buddies took his cherry. It was so hot to watch him take his first dick - the nerves, the mixture of pleasure and pain on his face, the moans as that cock opened him up. He didn't take a load in his ass but he did take a cum facial. My buddy didn't fuck him particularly hard and the boy shot his own load pretty quick but that was such a hot session. I wish we were still in contact!

Raw, I was 12. My mums boyfriend used to kiss me with tongues and I would kiss him back and always kind of liked it. I didn't really realise he would do it away from everyone else but i really looked up to him and always wanted his attention. I used to go through and lie in bed with them in the weekends and he would hug me while he slept. I remember liking the feeling of his dick getting hard against me and getting turned on by it. He started to offer to take care of me and my sister while my mum was away. One night he came into my room and without saying a word, put me on my front, pulled my pyjamas pants down, spit on my ass and fucked me raw. I'll never forget how much it was hurting until he started moaning in my ear that i was a better fuck than my mum and that he knew i wanted it. I think something was born in me that day and I just fell in love with the idea. He came deeply inside me and I could feel his dick pulsing cum into me. The warmth felt great, even though i was bleeding. He turned me over and kissed me and told me not to tell anyone and that we would make a habit of it. After that I basically became his cum-dump whenever he was horny or drunk and wanted more than my mum. Every time since has been raw, always with him. Couldn't ask for more.

Agreed! Love showing off and getting more cocks involved. Recently being exhibitionist at the bathhouse helped get double penetrated twice and swapped between a few tops gang-bang style, so, I can't complain haha

To me it's a waste if i'm not getting my loaded ass eaten out or if i'm not sticking my tongue in some other pig's sperm filled hole! It drives me crazy in porn when I see a guy get loaded up and then scene fades to black before anyone buries their tongue in that hole. Such a waste!

Started as 22. At that age, I was mature enough to fully evaluate my choice. With that said, ironically, the first time i fucked a guy raw was by accident - literally. I was in a bathhouse and went into to the room of a very hot ass up bottom. I was rubbing my dick on his crack with full intention of wrapping up but it was so slick with cum that on one of the passes, my dick went in. I quickly realized it felt too good and looked down and saw that I was in to my balls. I didn't stop and gave him my load. I had been thinking about barebacking for a long time at that point but was too scared to act on it.