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Wreckin-Aids-Bone (WAB) Part 1: The heat from the pavement rolled up and over Jerome’s body like a tsunami inundating a small island. New York City had not seen a heat wave like this in May for fuck – like 80 years or some shit. Slowly Jerome pushed himself away from the rough, brick wall, stood up straight, took the well-used red tank top out of his back pocket and wiped the sweat off his face and chest. He paused, shook his head, rubbed his aching stomach and ran a finger over his protruding bulge. Yeah man needed to eat – and soon. Here is his story. My momma’s voice keeps ringing in my head over and over no matter what I do, how fucked up I get…’faggy’…’faggy’…’faggy’. Her pain, anger, sorrow, confusion – all like a fucking knife in my guts and trust, I know how bad that can fucking feel as the finger-length scar on my left side shows. “Jerome Christopher Hughes – what in the fuck Lord’s name you doing?” I knew it was bad when she used my full name and the name of God. Well what can I say, Mr. Gonstill’s mouth felt good and he could swallow my dick right down to the pubes and flick his tongue on my balls at the same time. Holy FUCK! I always shot monster loads with his mouth on me. Yeah he was an old white dude from across the street who could have been my grandpa from another mother, and he would take his teeth out when he sucked me. I ain’t no fucking faggy, but I tell you right now that felt better than any pussy I ever dipped in and a mouth’s a mouth and a hole’s a hole – you feel me? The first time he did that was the week after I had graduated high school. I had turned 18 and momma had worked 2 or 3 jobs to ensure I could just focus on school, but once that shit was done, she said it was time for me to man up, get to work, and figure out what came next in life. Mr. Gonstill had a fancy printer that I had used before for school papers and shit and he said he would print off some resumes for me. Well that day when I showed up he had some wild shit porn playing, a few smokes for me, some cold beer, and it didn’t take much to persuade me to blow my load down this throat then two more up his ass. Any time I was in need all I had to do was show up and he was ready to take my monster BBC anyway I wanted, and I always got something good in return. I might be an ugly dude but I got a big dick, and that will fucking compensate for a lot. No one knew about what I did. Not my girl, not my homies - although a couple of them I dicked down to on the DL – and certainly not my fam. Well that was until the day my momma came home early and went looking for me at Mr. Gonstill’s and found us in his garage. So here I am, JC – that’s my nickname – coolin on a corner in New York City (NYC) – my stomach rumbling, my ass crack sweating, my balls aching, my dick dripping, my chest is tight from this fucking cough I cannot shake. In between bumming a few smokes, I ain’t been doing nothing all day except holding up this fucking wall, trying not to scratch the shit out of my face from my beard – damn need a shave – and twisting my hair into something half presentable. I’ve been in the city for a couple months now and its been one ”fuck-me-over” after another. After momma threw me out without even a dip of all the cash I had saved up that she was hanging onto for me, I got Mr. Gonstill to give me enough dough for a bus ticket out of Cincinnati. He let me use his phone to call my cuz – Treyvon in NYC, who said I could crash with him and his baby momma. I had to fuck Mr. Gonstill for all that, but not like the first time, so as I walked down the street – the stank of his ass on my dick – I turned one last time to look back at the house I had known all my life. I hit NYC with nothing but the clothes on my back and $10 in my pocket and by the time I got to Treyvon’s in the fucking hood even that was gone. He set me up though – at first anyways. The first few days was like fucking jamming as we drank, did whatever drugs he laid out, and fucked whatever ass was closest. It was about 4 days in when I got sick the first time. I puked, shit, and hacked my insides out for almost a week straight. That kind of hell takes a toll and just as I was beginning to think I might feel like eating again, my fuckin cuz kicked me to the damn curb as word had spread – my momma had called his momma and well, I was dead to the family now – even to my lazy ass punk cuz. FUCK! Nights on the streets in NYC are fucked up. The freaks and hood fucks come out, shit goes down, and you need a place to roll up and keep out of shit. I didn’t have that, or any cash to get it, and have to admit I busted a few noses and did some other shit to survive. I had been on the streets about 3 weeks I guess when I discovered one of the Adult Book Stores (ABS). For a few bucks, me and other folks from the street - hustlers, thieves, homeless, life’s cast outs - could stay warm, avoid the worst of the night’s crazy shit, and if we got lucky, find a warm hole to nutt up in or a few a extra bucks for our pocket. When the ABS don’t work, I crawl up in some basement, trap house if I can, or just walk til the sun comes up. Yeah, a few faggies have offered me a place to crash but I ain’t looking for no strings. Been offered a few hustling jobs – not the sex kind, but drugs and shit – and I ain’t looking to get rolled up in no crew and become someone’s bitch – so I go it alone. It ain’t been so bad except for those days when the sickness hits again like truck barreling down the highway. In NYC puking on the sidewalk is a common every day thing – but it’s the squatting in some alley for hours on end that can get to you. Anyways, last night at the ABS is where I came to hear the phrase AidsBone for the first time. I had always been a slim kat and on my 6”2 frame, losing 10 pounds from being sick made me look even thinner – yet made my 10inch black dick look gigantic! I was probably down closer to 15 now, my cheeks sunken in, dark circles around my eyes from not sleeping. I was hot, hungry, and broke and figured could cool off in the ABS and maybe make a couple bucks. The first time I showed up there I had to let the clerk touch my dick with a promise to fuck him later if he let me in (he played that shit with all the ‘new trade’) – cool – I could fuck skanky ass no problem. Tonight as I came through the door the clerk smiled, waved me through to the back, and went back to reading his trashy magazine after making a note on my ‘tab’ that I owed him another fuck for the free pass. Once I cooled down a little and made a few rounds of the usual trolls, hall-wall holders (those faggys who just stood around holding up the wall), the few scared tourists and a couple locals, I zoned in on this little youngin white guy. All the folks were cruising that little wanker ass and I figured he would go for more of the clean cut, handsome types that were there. Some of the hustlers were down right pretty boys – not the TS, TV, CD’s that were there – but boys who were just damn pretty. But no, the youngin kept scoping me out – eyeing my thugness. My sick look and dirty clothes, did not seem to put him off. I made my way around the corner and to the end of the back hall and settled myself by the last booth. Slowly the white youngin made his way back towards me, his pale skin almost glowing in the shadows and dark lights of the ABS. He was nervous for sure, but held his own deflecting the advances he encountered along the way. When he got to me, he looked at the floor, his head down, fumbled in his pocket, “Want a cigarette? He asked. I nodded, took tapped out a couple, took the lighter he handed to me, inhaled, pocketed the lighter as he looked confused with his own unlit cigarette still in his hand. I kept on smoking so he pulled the pack back out of his pocket and put the one he was holding back in. I grabbed his wrist, squeezed, brought his hand up and his fingers automatically released and drop the pack of cigarettes into my hand. I smiled, nodded, and said, “Whatch-you need kid?” The white youngin nervously looked around and looked ready to bolt as some of the aggressive trolls started closing in. I grabbed him by the arm, swung him around so his back was to the wall and I placed myself between him and them. I turned and snapped, “STEP THE FUCK OFF MOTHA-FUCKERS!” to the closest trolls who slunk back the way they had come. I asked again, “Whatch-you need kid?” This time he looked up, licked his lips, fished back in his pocket and pulled out a folded $50. I snatched the Grant, stuffed it in my pocket with his lighter, set the cigarette between my teeth as I unzipped my pants and fished out my stank, ripe, black dick. The youngin’s mouth gaped, he reached out to stroke it and I smacked his hand away, tapped my cigarette out on the wall beside his head and set it on the ledge molding that ran about head height along the wall for later. I looked at him and sneered. “Here’s the rules. NO touching, no kissing, NO sucking. You feel me?” He just nodded, fished back in his pocket and pulled out a ratty looking condom packet. I snatched that too, tossed it into the hallway behind me – let one of the trolls use that shit if they want – and when the youngin looked at me questioningly I said, “I ONLY FUCK RAW, NOW PULL YOUR PANTS DOWN.” His face lit up like a fucking angel on the Christmas tree! “You want to go into a booth? Someplace more private maybe?” he asked. I shook my head no, hell I was not wasting a dime on that shit when I had some raw ass pussy right in front of me and frankly had all the privacy I needed. I’m a wild freak and don’t mind folks watching and had barely got a little spit on my dick before the youngin’s pants were down and his white ass pushed out waiting. I lined up my dick, grabbed his hips, and pushed hard. The youngin cried out, which just made my dick swell and unleash some prejizz. The next shove popped his pink little hole and before he could cry out again I covered his mouth with my left hand. I pulled my dick all the way out, spit a couple times, smeared it around, lined my monster back up, and this time before I popped his hole again I laced my right fingers with my left, covering his whole fucking face, his breath coming out hot and rapid against my skin. I gently moved my hips a little and his breathing got even faster in anticipation, I then clamped my hands tight on his skull and SLAMMED THAT ASS! The youngin’s body went stiff as I slam fucked him against the wall, busting that hole open wide, tearing those pussy walls up. All my anger, frustration, and craziness came out as I fucked him hard and fast. After a couple minutes of brutal pounding his body relaxed, his hole gave out, and I moved my hands from his face to his shoulders so I could dig him out for the grand finale. “GIVE ME THAT AIDSBONE,” the youngin gasped and pleaded. WTF? What the fuck? “FUCK ME WITH YOUR AIDS DICK MISTER, POZ MY HOLE, WRECK IT – OH FUCK YEAH PLEASE WRECK IT!” Hot damn – guess it is the quiet ones you got to watch out for. Hell that shit made my dick steel hard – holy Christ. I stepped back, edged my dick to the lip of his ass pussy and slammed back in. Fucking faggy loved it and moaned, groaned, and begged, “PUSH YOUR AIDSBONE IN ME, CUM IN ME MISTER, OH PLEASE FUCKING CUM IN ME, FUCK IT HARDER – THAT’S IT MISTER – HARDER – YEAH POZ ME UP – POZ MY ASS WITH THAT DICK.” I had fucked some dudes a bit rough before, with my size you had to now and then to get your nutt – but this, this was a balls out rape fuck with no mercy. I wanted his ass to hurt, wanted him to feel it, wanted him to experience the same sort of pain I was feeling and man did he! I shredded his guts and felt my balls pull high, tighten up like race horse at the gate raring to go, and one final thrust and I blew my toxic wadd as deep as I could in his faggy ass. I bottomed out and broke through something when I did making him cry out even louder. He had no place to run and I held him on my dick as my balls jumped up and down, pistoning my cum out. I was done –with him anyways – and pulled my dick out in one tug. He sounded like a mouse with his head in a trap on that one. I laughed, reached over him, grabbed the half-smoked cigarette off the ledge, used his – now my – lighter, and took a well-deserved long drag. The youngin was panting as he looked at me with awe, wonder, lust, need, and a newfound calling in life. I knew guys liked my dick, but this was different. This was RAPTURE. BLISS. ECSTASY pure and true and the blood rushed like a flash flood back into my dick and I was ready to go again. The youngin stared in amazement, I chuckled, and laughed right in his face as he now begged and pleaded, “Please fuck it again – oh my God, I need your AIDS man, did you poz me? Will you wreck my ass again? Please, oh please I NEED IT!” I just looked at him without a word, he got the message, “Umm…I only got like $5.00 left. I can give you more tomorrow, will you be here tomorrow?” I stepped away, dropped my smoke on the floor, looked at the crowd we had gathered and eyed one of the regular pretty boys that had tried to get me to fuck him before. I knew his pockets were full with goodies and while I generally lived by the adage ‘don’t shit where you eat’ and didn’t need any drama, my balls were full up again and it had to go someplace. I swaggered over to the pretty boy and said, “You think you can handle this?” He nodded, practically jumped into one of the booths while trying to get naked at the same time. I turned to the youngin, “Come better prepared tomorrow,” closed the video booth door, and as the youngin pulled himself together and headed out into the night he could hear the cries of the pretty boy getting his ass pussy hole wrecked with my AIDSbone.

I'm 95% bottom and I love to get my cum filled hole felched, but equally as much I love being forced to eat out another loaded ass!

It's hard to believe that Brad and I were ever friends. From the moment we started living together, he became the biggest ass I ever knew. I can deal with a messy roommate or someone that's maybe loud but doesn't realize it. Everything Brad did, though, was annoying. And he never seemed to miss an opportunity to put me down. When Brad read my Adam4Adam profile, he immediately charged into my room, acting all pius. "Anything goes?!" he asked with disdain. First of all, I happen to know that Brad barebacked. We had a couple of ex-hookups in common. Secondly, why the hell did it matter to Brad? We were just roommates; and we weren't each other's type. I replied "Hey, I'm being honest. I don't hook up often, but when I do, I don't like condoms. I'm being straight up about it." Apparently, Brad thought I was implying that he hooked up often; and he got upset. Well, it was true. Brad had somebody new over two or three times a week. So, I tried to brush off the conversation. But, his attitude was really starting to annoy me. And for the third time, he insisted that I pay a higher share of the electric bill because he felt I ran the air conditioning more than him. WTF?! I had the perfect idea to get back at him. I was somewhat familiar with bug chasers and the like. And I have to admit, the idea intrigured me a bit - even though I was too terrified to ever try it myself. It took a bit of planning - but if it worked, it would be a great way to get back at Brad for being such a pompous asshole. It only took a few minutes for me to create a fake profile on A4A. I used a screename that was certain to catch a poz guy's eye: chasemenow. It didn't take too long for one of the horny guys in San Diego to respond to that profile. Ah .. just what I was looking for. A handsome hung poz guy, Miguel, messaged me. Let's put this plan into motion now. I explained to Miguel that I was a chaser and wanted to get stealthed, but that I was very shy. I told him to change his status to neg and to message me on my other screenname (which was actually my roommate's a4a name.) It took some explaining- but I eventually convinced Miguel that I was a chaser that wanted a surprise stealthing. And that it would be hot if he pretended to be neg; and then revealed he had HIV as he came inside me. I told him that he needed to pretend to be neg in case 'my boyfriend' (which Brad didn't actually have) ever read the messages. Would Brad take the bait? Two days later, Brad couldn't wait to tell that he had a hot guy coming over to see him. vBrad asked me to answer the door if Brad was in the shower. Actually, I think he just wanted to rub it in that he was hooking up again. The shower was probably just an excuse for me to see his new trick. When Miguel arrived, Brad was in the bathroom and showering, not surprisingly. I introduced myself to Miguel; and told him Brad was in the shower. I offered him a drink while he waited. "You're really cute," Miguel told me "Do you and your roommate play together?" "No," I explained to him, "we aren't each other's type." I suppose Miguel could tell I liked him since I couldn't stop staring at the bulge in his shorts. "Why don't you get me ready while I wait for him to finish showering?" Miguel suggested. I have to say that I love it when a hung guy is assertive like that. Miguel quickly pulled down his shorts and revealed his large semi-hard cock. Maybe it was because he was so hot - or maybe it was because I wanted to get back at Brad, I don't know why, but I instantly dropped to my knees and started sucking on him. I had completely forgotten he was poz, too for the time being. I was too distracted by his massive dick. I wasn't just sucking his dick. I was devouring it - trying to suck him dry before the shower stopped. It was probably a good thing that the shower stopped after a few minutes. Otherwise, I would have ended up with a poz load in my mouth. Miguel put his monster cock away and Brad made his way out into the dining room area. I had wondered if we seemed awkward to Brad. But, Brad was so arrogant, I don't think he even assumed I could have been slobbering on the cock that he was about to get. Brad guided Miguel into his bedroom, almost acting like royalty. What an ass. Miguel gave me a little wink as he followed Brad into his room. Oh .. that was a perfect indication of what was to come. I guess I knew Brad's routine at this point. He'd put on a movie .. ask his new date to "cuddle." And a few minutes into the movie, I'd hear his bed rocking. I think Brad always wanted me to hear he was getting fucked. I found it hard to believe that anyone could make that much noise every time he hooked up. Not surprisingly, I heard the squeaking and rocking of his bed. I never especially cared about his hookups before; but I desperately wanted to be a fly on the wall on this time. I ended up kneeling down with an ear to the bottom of the door, listening in for any clues as to what was unfolding. "Oh, God that feels so good," Brad said with perverse delight. I had never been more turned on. Brad was getting fucked by a poz guy and he didn't even know it. Fuck yeah! "Take that dick," Miguel answered back. Miguel must have been pounding hard, because I heard a lot of slapping noises. More moans, gasps and slapping noises followed. A random "yeah, fuck my ass!" escaped Brad's lips. "You like this big raw dick up your ass huh?" Miguel queried. I was relieved. I had worried for a bit that Brad might make Miguel put on a rubber. Brad only moaned in response to the question. Their pace seemed to be picking up. I was only just starting to realize that I had pulled my shorts down and I was jacking off as I kept my ear to the bottom of the door. "You ready for my poz cum?!" Miguel blurted out. "Huh?!?" I heard Brad respond confused. "I'm stealthing your ass, bitch!" Miguel clarified. Brad's only response was a steady yell that quavered probably because of deep thrusts attacking his hole now. "I'm about to shoot my HIV up your ass bitch!" Miguel insisted. I was about to unload too as I jacked my rockhard dick. Brad's yell was muffled. It sounded like maybe Miguel shoved his mouth into the pillow. Then, Miguel belted out a low pitched moan and one final warning, "you're getting pozzed!" It sounded like a wrestling match was unfolding. I suppose Brad was resisting somehow. He was a petite guy though. I couldn't imagine him getting the upper-hand here. Miguel seemed to be winning in this contest though because the last thing I heard him say was "take it bitch" followed by several loud slapping noises. He must have been pounding him ruthless. Hell yeah! My own dick exploded jizz like never before. I was probably blowing my load just as Brad was taking a poz load. It felt AMAZING!!! Just after I came, I darted into my bedroom as quickly as possible and into my bathroom. I didn't want to hear how things were going to go after that. LOL. That was a few weeks ago. Brad never talked about it. I gotta say .. he seems much less cocky now though. :-)

Father’s day surprise Daniel at 19 years old, 5’10” tall with sandy brown hair and green eyes, athletic, smart and what most would consider very good looking, he was a son that would make any dad proud. He had done drama productions in the fall and played baseball in the spring, throughout his high school years, girls and guys would swoon when he entered a room, and he seemed inseparable from his best friend and partner in crime, Mike I’m Eric, believe it or not I’m only 35, with a hot 19year old son who now lives with me, doing the math, I was 16 when Daniel was born, a near virginal birth, you see I never had sex as a youth, unless you count masturbation. That pissed off my girlfriend (beard) at the time, as she was always trying to get me to do her, but she just didn’t get a rise from me. She somehow managed to steal my semen and impregnate herself. Karen was a bitchy cheerleader and wanted my baby, after all, I was captain of the football team, straight “A” student taking AP classes, 6’1 150# dishwater blonde hair and the ultimate catch for her. She managed to make it through the semester then disappeared during the summer returning with an adorable baby boy in the fall, DNA test proved Daniel to be of my linage, which bolstered my reputation, one which I did not deserve, I might add, and made me even more popular, and allowing me to stay in the closet. I experimented a little in gay sex in college, determining I really liked guys but I still refused to come out, preferring casual hook ups, always safe, and occasional fuck buds, usually in other towns as I traveled a lot after college getting my business up and running. When Daniel was 10, Karen sent him to live with me, as she could no longer handle his behavior, or the pranks that he and Mike would pull. I had built up a successful business by then and could give Daniel a good home life, whereas Karen had fallen in with the wrong crowd and I suspect CPS was soon to intervene anyway. Having this precocious little 10 year old put a cramp in my sex life but I loved him, and was willing to sacrifice my pleasures to make sure he was taken care of. Although I did manage to find hookups when Daniel was in school, and when he would spend the night over at Mike’s and when I would go away on business trips the local baths played host to my sexual desires, and there was always the internet. At 13 Daniel came to me and confessed he liked boys more than girls. We had a chat about it and he promised me he would abstain from physical sexual contact till he meet the right guy or 18 which ever came first, I chuckled at that and we were happy to know he felt comfortable with his sexual identity. Mike and Daniel were neighbors and classmates from third grade on, Mike’s parents moving to my side of town when he was around 10, our town being a small rural community it didn’t change what schools either r boy attended and they remained stuck like glue, though I had to reel them in on the pranks to maintain their good citizenship in the community. They both went out for the same plays and sports teams, Mike seemed to be over at our place as much as he was at his own. Mike was a hot stud just like Daniel at 6’2”175# of solid muscle, he too was 19 and athletic and smart. This story started with Mike about a year ago when he asked me to help him plan a birthday party for Daniel’s 18th birthday, what I didn’t know at the time was his plans for what would become the birthday party then the lockdown birthday bash. The party was scheduled just a couple weeks into the fall semester of the local community college, guest started arriving around 4:30 a mixed crowd of late teen guys and gals, we mingled for a couple hours had appetizers and beverages appropriate for the age range had cake and sang happy birthday to Daniel, opened a few presents then the crowd started to thin, I noticed it was mostly hot guys sticking around, and a few late arrivals, I told Danny and Mike I was bushed and headed up to my room, I could still hear the small remaining crowd downstairs as I relaxed on my bed slowly drifting into a sleepy nap. I had stripped to a tank top and basketball shorts commando as usual as I lay on top of the covers drifting in and out. About a half hour later I felt a weight get on the bed then a pair of hands wraparound me, a pair of lips met mine and began kissing me, my cock began stiffening as a second pair reached under the flimsy material and began stroking my cock. As I opened my eyes to find Mike kissing me, a pair of lips engulfed my throbbing penis, I glanced down to see Daniel with half my cock in his mouth, working it expertly, Mike continued to work my nipples beneath the tank before lifting it over my head as Daniel pulled my shorts down so he could have better access to the jewel that produced him. I looked around and the perimeter of the room was filled with hot young men, bare ass naked watching my boy and his best friend seduce me, many were wanking, others were making out. Daniel began licking my balls and his finger found my manhole and began caressing it, Mike worked down my chest past my nipples realigning his body so I was face to face with his junk I had never even entertained the idea of having sex with my son, his friends maybe, but I thought I had kept that pretty much to myself and the internet porn I watched and here I was presented with the opportunity to suck my sons best friend while he worked my cock and hole. While his friends watched was kinky in my mind, Daniel was beginning to rim my hole as Mike started sucking my cock, it felt like I was dreaming as the over stimulation of my neither regions took over my rational thought. Daniel and mike started making out around my now rigid cock, the Mike scooted up and presented his cock for me to suck as Daniel straddled my torso lowering himself down onto my cock “Daddy you told me to save myself for the right guy, so both Mike and I want you to take our cherries tonight in front of all these witnesses” With that he pressed his virgin ass down onto my cock, taking in my fat mushroom head, his eyes bulged out at the initial shock of pain and tears formed at the corners, he lifted off my cock as a drop of precum dribbled out, I grabbed some lube from the nightstand and handed it to Daniel who applied it to his hole then slid back onto my cock, stretching him wider as he took another inch into his boycunt. He slowly edged himself down my 9 inch shaft, impaling himself on his father’s rock hard cock. I was deep throating Mike as Daniel began riding my cock, I was meeting his downward slides with an upward thrust, fucking into my son as deep as I could go. After about a half hour I blasted my load into my son’s raw hole, somewhat of a first for me as I almost always played safe. Daniel whispered in my ear ”Dad, now that you’ve bred me, can you breed my boyfriend?” With that he pulled off of me and Mike slid down my still hardened phallus. Daniel bending over to let Mike rim his cummy ass. The evening progressed from there to an all-out orgy, the others in the room moving in to join in on the sex. I must have took at least a half dozen loads that night and my boy took just as many, along with his best friend/boyfriend. The others started getting dressed and drifting away around 3 in the morning as my son and Mike cuddled up to me, no longer a need to hide my sexual activities from Daniel, since it was evident that he and Mike would becoming a staple in my activities. I had almost always played safe up until that night with the boys, the exceptions generally with regular fuck buds who I knew to be neg. at the time. While I fantasied about hot bare sex, I was just too scared to take the risk. That all changed after Daniel’s 18th birthday party/orgy, call me a convert but I realized I liked feeling raw cock in my ass as well as sliding my bare tool in some hot stud. I soon set up accounts on BBRT and other bareback sites and soon found I had developed a kinky side, somehow finding my way to breeding zone. It took about six months or so and I started fantasizing about chasing the bug and stopped asking status of the guys I hooked up with, while Daniel and Mike were away. Mike moved in to Daniels room about two months after his birthday party and they would routinely end up sleeping in my bed, with many mornings waking to find them taking turns on my rod as I lay in that state between sleep and being awake, vying to see who could end up with my seed. Not sure but I think they would hack into my computer and spy on dear old dad and his proclivities. Over the next year while they attended community college we would throw sex parties and we would all end up filled with cum. I got to know some of their close friends biblically and almost never ran out of young bucks to fuck and fill with my baby batter, or take their young meat into my holes. One such party was last night, Saturday before Father’s day, it started out as a barbecue with some friends on the deck and soon I was deeply impaled on my son’s cock, followed by Mike’s impressive tool, then about five of their friends filled me up, before allowing me to slide into a hot new blonde twink boy, that they had just met a few weeks ago at school. He was tight, claimed he mostly topped, which I can understand with a 10 inch cock hanging between his legs, he was a moaner when getting plowed and quite vocal when plowing a hole, I think I even heard him proclaim “Take my dirty seed” to one hot red head he was plowing. That just got my juices flowing faster as I pounded his boycunt. I later learned he was just 18 and just a freshmen at the local university. I fucked him for a good 10 minutes before I felt that familiar tingle in my balls and soon filled his guts with my seed, clenching my ass cheeks tightly together to keep my own loads from leaking out. As I blasted his hole I started to remember he was one of the guys who had filled me earlier, I blasted a couple more squirts before pulling out and he swung around and cleaned off my tool then kissed me passionately, winking back as he walked away, later that evening as the boys cuddled with me under the stars, they asked if I had, had fun, I replied yes, and as the final guest left we all cuddled into bed. I awoke late and wandered down to the kitchen, a note was on the table which read "Hey, Dad. Mike and I are heading to the lake for some fun. Feel free to come out and join us. We’ll be at the north beach area. You know where. BTW, Happy Father’s day." Clipped to the note were two pieces of paper, HIV test slips, both about nine months old, one with Danny’s results, and one with Mike's results. Both were poz.

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

i would gladly spot his form while he get his reps on the squat rack. sitting fully down and wrapping his hole around my cock in full view of the entire gym. passed around to the clientele and staff, he meets mike and tom with an overflowing load of seed seeping into his slacks... tag, you're it.

I learned how painful gangbang was, when I was group fucked by (at least) 8 guys at Fickstutenmarkt in Berlin last year. It was still hot, but more in retrospect, esp because I was blindfolded and lost my poppers halfway through the experience. Many of the guys had piercings too, which was a new experience and probably added to the discomfort. When I finally had enough the last guy would not get off of me for a while too, and I was so exhausted that I didnt have the strength to push him away, he wouldn't stop till he came, which is kind of acceptable in this situation given the rules of the place. But boy did it hurt over the next few days. I was pushing out loads all night when I got back to my apartment

The Hunt (Epilogue Part 3) Steven returned to his seat at the bar. He was dressing himself up and closed his belt in front of me. “Seems like you have been successful pal” I high5ed him. Tell me about it, did the little bitch give you any shit talk? Steven told me about Jason’s attempt to get fucked with a condom and he explained how he mind fucked him, to get his poz sting in the end. And what a POZ sting that was. Steven had never been eaten one pill against AIDS. Jason just took an enormous virus load. I laughed loudly. Then he told me about the opportunity to feed him with more POZ cum, since he told Steven he would willingly help my other fuck mates to empty their balls into him. This gave me a whole new range of destruction. I just had to find the right guy and connect it to the right story. “Well, I think it is my turn to mash your toxic seed with mine and fuck it deeper into this useless hole” I took a sip of my beer and grabbed my crotch. “Go for it man” Steven hailed me and so I went to the toilets to get rid of my toxic cum. I arrived at the stalls about 15 minutes later and I saw Jason heavily engaged with two bikers…. Interlude After Steven left the toilet and left the stall door wide open and Jason facing the wall and waiting for the Scorpion to arrive, those two bikers entered to toilets. They saw the bitch dripping from his ass cunt and of course they didn’t actually send Jason flowers before mounting him. When they saw the bitch waiting in a fuck position, they knew this was the chance to actually fuck the shit out of a willing boy whore. Jason yelped when the two guys entered the stall. “Waiting for dicks lady?” one of the bikers approached Jason and pressed him against a wall. “No” he screamed. “Let me go…. Help!” “Heeeeel….” he screamed, but one of the bikers sealed his mouth with one of his huge hands and sneered, if he screamed one more time, they would beat him senseless and take ‘their pal’ away to a more quiet place in the woods. “Understood?” he asked. Jason nodded. “Please guys…. this is just a misunderstanding. I am waiting for a guy who will be here any minute to get fucked by him” he explained. “Well, what are we waiting for then?” they easily told him, they needed not more than five minutes to blow their load, if he would cooperate. Jason looked around desperately. He heard from the other stalls grunting, but no one seemed to care that he was going to be raped. Both bikers saw in Jason’s face the next attempt to call for help. He received a slap to his face before he even opened his mouth. Tears were falling from his face, but he didn’t make a noise. “Turn to the wall and just let us shoot our loads into you and we are gone” He tried to explain that he was only waiting for someone to meet this, and only this guy for a fuck. Both bikers looked at the streaks of dried seed, which were still visible running down from his hole downwards to his legs. They laughed loudly and the first biker opened just his stall and penetrated the fuck toy unceremoniously. The other guy was thinking about letting the blonde twink suck him, but he his mind was set for a tight ass. So he waited patiently. End of Interlude That was the moment, when I entered the toilet and saw Jason being manhandled. The second biker nodded to the Scorpion and told me I could have a go, after his mate has finished the bitch and then it was his turn. I started groping my bulge. This was hot, within a short while Jason had turned from a faithful guy to a cock taking bitch. The first biker grunted and fired his load into Jason. The twink was still sobbing, while the second biker just entered him, the same way as the first did. He didn’t even care to undress. He simply opened his stall and rammed his cock deep onto Jason’s snatch. Jason was not aware that I was already here, watching the whole scene. I observed Jason getting abused by the second hunk. Both guys were a bit drunk. Maybe this was the explanation why neither of them lasted very long. After the second guy trolled away I entered the stall. Jason was still standing there with his face to the wall, while a new stream of cum was leaking out of his abused ass. “Having fun as far as I can see” I said and sounded disappointed. Jason twirled around and fell into my arms. He told me he was raped a moment ago. But I answered him that it looked quite different in my eyes. I didn’t see him fight, I didn’t hear him scream. “You know, and I was starting to feel something for you, and now I see you are just a cock slurping fuck” I stared at him. I wanted my chance to fuck him at least a last time, but I needed some reaction of him. He begged me to believe him. He had waited just for me. I looked at him in disbelieve. “And I was so horny for your ass” I appeared to be extremely unhappy. “If you want to enter me, you can still do that” he blabbered and turned around sticking his ass out to me. I told him I was not sure. Slowly I opened my pants and took my nine incher out. “You think I should use the cum of both bikers as lube to fuck your useless ass hard? ‘Yes…. yes…. yes….’ Jason urged me. He stretched his hands out behind his back and tried to find my cock. He wanted to stroke it. “Then lead me into your cunt and put me in” I ordered him. He showed me his slut hole and I was easily entering him, with all this lube inside his hole and of course being the third dick tonight did also take its toll. “You know, that you are a slut, isn’t it so?” I whispered in his ear. “You take all the dicks you can get, why don’t you go all the way and accept the fact, that you are a cumdigging whore” I asked him with a low voice. He grunted while I was fucking him mercilessly. Behind us there were two other guy jacking off slowly, while I pounded the little whore’s bottom. “If you would be brave to accept your role, then you would have more fun in your life and you would be free” “What should I do?” he whispered back. “Do you want to be free? Do you want me to take care of you?” I asked him monotone. He nodded ‘yes’ “Accept the fact that you are a cumdump. Look how many times you have been fucked today. Do you want to continue? There are two other guys waiting.” I stabbed my cock harder into his cunt. “I am scared” he admitted. “If you are scared of freedom, you will be afraid forever” I answered. “If you are scared of POZ guys, you accepted the seed of those two bikers. I think they were poz (which I actually didn’t know, but it was highly possible)” Jason stiffened and it was a beautiful feeling to break him up inside his cunt in this special moment. “Come one… do you want another bare dick in your slutty cunt” I asked him again. I bit his neck and I heard a softly ‘yes’ This brought me over the edge. I pumped my POZ cum into his pussy for the second time but it felt even better, than the first time. I pulled out with a loud moan. I turned around and proudly presented my dick to the two hunks. They were still jacking off. “This bitch takes only bare cocks. Who want to mount him next?” One guy turned around and left the toilets the other approached us. “Are you POZ?” I asked loudly. He answered ‘yes’ I let him pass and heard Jason sob. I asked the guy if he took medication already. He told us ‘Nope’. He was highly toxic. My cock started to stir again. There was a queue already forming. I took care, that only POZ dicks with no medications were allowed to mount Jason. He took 9 dicks before he couldn’t take anymore. I looked at him and Jason smiled weakly. “Let’s go” I ordered him. “Where to…. ?” he asked me and looked like a puppy. “To my flat…. I will take care of you, like I promised.” I grinned at him and for the first time I could look into his eyes and forget about my past.

I can't ever find guys that are serious on Grindr or a4a about getting bred. I'm also on bbrts and nobody talks on there either. What does a top have to do to find willing bb bottoms?

The heat in the old, beat up taxi hit me like a hammer, as did the smell of smoke, sweat, and man funk. The back seat sunk a bit as I climbed in and the front seat was pushed so far back I had to struggle to get my feet inside. The taxi was filthy. The front seat was covered with a ton of papers and there was trash on the floor in back. Damn! It was 4:30 a.m., and I had been waiting for a taxi for almost 40 minutes and was already pissed off as I was having to head home after a weekend full of bare dick and lots of cum. I was also a little wet as the weather had turned cold, and there was a light mist coming down. It had been a while since I had seen Derrick the first time as told in the story “Fun at the seedy motel.” (https://breeding.zone/topic/36021-fun-at-the-seedy-motel/?hl=seedy) Derrick was back in town and staying at the same seedy motel off New York Avenue and he had just spent the weekend sharing my ass with several other big, raw dicks. That’s a story for later, for now, as the driver put the taxi in gear and headed out of the parking lot, I could only regret that I had to leave and get back home to get ready for work. As the street lights showed through the car windows, and the cum in my ass continued to work itself into the lining of my guts, my thoughts were interrupted when the taxi driver asked, “Do you mind if I smoke?” “I don’t care, go ahead,” I said as I took notice of the driver. He was about 40, jet-black hair, looked like he may be Indian, or Pakistani, nice beard, and a thick accent. Smoke filled the cab as he exhaled and asked, “You been partying tonight? Going home now? You know that motel is a pretty bad place?” I was in no mood for playing 21 questions and abruptly replied, “Yeah, I know it’s bad, that’s why I was there. I was there partying and taking as much raw dick and as I could find and now I have to head home, but am still horny as fuck!” The taxi driver looked in the rearview mirror at me and did not reply, and I just stared out the window feeling frustrated. I was not really paying attention when the taxi stopped at a corner, turned, and then immediately went through a chain linked fence gate into a large parking lot. I sat up, wondering where we were and said, “Hey man, is this a short cut or something?” The driver did not answer as we drove past a bunch of commuter buses, a line of decommissioned taxis and some other vehicles. He turned left and stopped at the end of a row of buses and turned the car off. The driver opened his door, got out, then opened the driver’s side back seat door and climbed in back of the taxi with me, immediately unzipping his pants, pulling them down his hips a little bit and said, “Come on, suck me.” Awesome! I was so dick hungry and wasted no time as I gobbled his long, uncut dick up and started sucking him good. His dick was nice and meaty, fucking long foreskin, and really hairy with tufts of fur coming half way up the shaft. I had to keep stopping and pulling hair out of my teeth and after a couple of half-hearted efforts to do so, mentally said fuck it, and just focused on sucking him. The taxi driver leaned back, placed his right hand on the back of my head and began bucking his hips to feed me his dick. I massaged his big hairy balls, which were now pulled up tight and I knew he was getting ready to cum. I wanted his cum in my ass, but any load was better than none, so I opened wide and swallowed his nutt deep. He moaned loudly as I milked his dick, forcing his balls to give me more. The chunky load tasted like wild game meat – strong, intense, with a wild gamey flavor! When I was satisfied he was done cumming, I started to pull off his dick, but he pushed my head back down and said, “No, get me hard. I can go again.” No problem there. I made myself a little more comfortable and got back to work, enjoying the taxi driver’s raw dick. As I swirled the remnants of his load in my mouth and used it to spit up his dick. By now the windows of the taxi were totally fogged up, but I was not concerned at all about being caught. The place seemed quiet and truth be told, neither of us apparently cared. Certainly all I could think about was getting more dick, and presumably the driver just wanted to blow another load. In a few minutes he was fully hard again and I focused on working my tongue around his dick head, which seemed really sensitive. As I was flicking my tongue in his piss slit, he pushed my head away, hiked up his pants and said, “Come on.” I crawled out of the back seat of the taxi, closed the door, and followed the driver around the front of the car and down to the side of the last bus in the row. He stepped between the bus and chain linked fence, had me step around him, and then he pulled open the bus door, which was already slightly ajar. By the time I got into the bus, the driver was already dropping his pants and his big uncut dick was ready and waiting – stiff as a fucking board. I went to get on my knees when the taxi driver ordered, “No.” I stopped, not sure what he wanted or meant, but took a chance, dropped my pants, and presented him ass. My white ass shown like the full moon in the pale light inside the bus, and I put my hands on the back of the seats on either side of the aisle and bent over as far as I could. “DO YOU STILL HAVE CUM UP THERE?” THE TAXI DRIVER ASKED, “TELL ME HOW THE GUYS FUCKED YOU. TELL ME HOW YOU WERE BAD. TELL ME ABOUT THE CUM THE GUYS BLEW IN YOUR ASS.” “I have so much cum in my ass,” I told him, “They fucked me over and over just to lube me up for you. All big, black, super long dicks. Want to feel their black cum? Want to fuck me? Want to shoot your cum up there too?” The taxi driver answered by pulling my cheeks apart and rubbing his dick head around my wet hole. He reached down and I turned and saw him fishing around in his pants pocket as he pulled out a condom and stood up and began tearing it open. “No man,” I said, “No condom, just fuck me raw. I want to feel you push the cum deeper and then I want yours too. PLEASE. Then I will suck you again. I promise. I will lick you clean.” The driver still hesitated, so I enticed him, saying “Think how good it will feel to just fuck my ass. I bet it has been a long time since you felt a nice hot hole milk your dick, hasn’t it? Just try it. Stick it in and if you don’t like then we can stop and you can put that on.” I bent back over, pulled my cheeks apart, and waited as the taxi driver thought about what I said. What was he thinking about? His wife? The risk? I didn’t care. I just wanted it bareback and started moving my ass around a bit as my hunger heated up. I reached back, found his still raw dick. He did not stop me. I aligned his now very hard dick with my wet hole. Still he didn't stop me. Moving my my hand aside, I backed up on to his raw dick. I distinctly heard his cock head pop into my wet ass. Nope. He did not stop me. Now I began to work my hole and ride his dick. The taxi driver grabbed the seats as I rode his dick bareback. His moaning and groaning told me he would not be stopping until he shot his load in me, so I focused on flexing my hole and giving him some ass to remember. I thought he would last a while since I had swallowed a huge load already, but he didn’t, and soon his breathing and moaning picked up its pace. “GIVE ME YOUR CUM, THAT’S IT, THAT’S IT, ADD YOUR LOAD TO MY ASS, COME ON, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME!” The driver tensed and without saying a word his dick swelled and he gave me a hot sticky load up my ass. I flexed my ass and rode him, making his breaths came out in little bursts of air. I pulled my dripping ass off his dick, knelt down, and took his whole dick in my mouth to lick him clean. He was still grabbing the back of the bus seats when I finished and stood up. The taxi driver let out a big sigh, and I smiled and said, “See, I told you that you would enjoy that.” We climbed out of the bus and got back in the taxi. The driver lit up a cigarette and was enjoying the afterglow, but I was still horned up and asked, “Can you fuck again? I want some more man.” He laughed, shook his head no, but a minute later put his cigarette out, dialed his phone, and started speaking to someone in a language I did not know. The driver hung up, lit another cigarette, and by now I was just getting aggravated and wanted to go home. I was about to try to entice him for another round when the taxi driver interrupted me, asking “Do you want some more fucking?” Of course I did. I had told him as much, answering “Yeah man, I love being fucked and taking cum and would love some more.” He nodded, hit his cigarette some more, and when he was about half way through the inside of the taxi was lit up as a set of headlights that started coming towards us down the parking lot aisle. The taxi driver looked in his rear view mirror, got out, and when the other car stopped he walked around to the driver’s side. The other car was a taxi too and as they were talking a third taxi pulled up behind the second one and a guy got out to join the two drivers. I was not sure what was going on but soon my taxi driver came back, opened the back door and said, “My friends, they want to have fun too, “and then in a lower voice, “They want to cum too, no condom. I told them you would ask them wear one, but they should pretend to, and then when you bend over to do it without. OK?” I smiled wide and said, “FUCK YEAH! I can play that.” I climbed back into the bus, pulled my pants off, and bent over. My ass was nice and wet and was about to get some more raw, anonymous dick from a couple of horny taxi drivers and if I was lucky maybe I would get a gut full of piss to op my tank off. Looked like my weekend was going to end pretty well after all and the taxi driver better not charge me a fare when he drops me off at home, although I think I will give him a nice tip.

Two weeks ago I got a hotel room to have a night away from the roommates. First thing I did was jump on Grindr. I found who was in town for the night that wanted to get off. Fast forward an hour I have the lights down and am bent over my bed in a jockstrap and blindfolded as he walks into my room. Right away he goes tongue first into my hole. Spreading my ass cheeks so he can push his scruffy face farther and his tongue deeper into me. His spit was dripping from my hole down to malls balls, with one last big spit he pulled away and unzipped his pants pulling out his hard cock and sliding it against my eager ass. "It's been a long time since I've had a bitch as eager as you." He whispered into my ear with his deep voice teasing the head of his cock against my sphincter. He was oozing his precum all through my crack "how badly do you want my load dripping from that ass of yours?" His hand came up my chest to my neck, pulled my bare back against his clothes chest as he applied pressure to my throat. "You want me to use you like the whore you are?" I could feel his head slowly sliding into me as a chocked gasp came out. "You like it? I could be gentle if you want." He continued slowly sliding just his head in and out of my hole. "But it's not about you now." He then bent me over and rammed his cock into me as hard as he could as a surge of pain shot through my body that was quickly replaced by the pleasure of his hard cock impaling deeper into my hole. Each thrust was more violent then the last. Through my own heavy breathing and moans I could feel his breathing increase. "You ready to take this load?" "Yessir" I responded. "Good here it comes" with a grunt I could feel his body tense "that's it bitch take that load in you." He kept saying as his thrusting slowed and he pulled out of my hole. "Get on you knees here." He ordered pulling me off the bed to be at his knees then smacked his wet dick against my face "clean it up." I took his cum soaked cock into my mouth and licked every last bit of the left over cum. He took my face in his hand and spit on me "You're the best little cunt I've had in a long time." With that he zipped up his pants and left

As a bottom, I like to wear a cockring when I know I'm going to get gangbanged. Helps me stay rock hard while getting fucked and I love that feeling. Also prevents me from cumming too soon. I prefer a leather strap with snaps so I can get it off easily when I'm ready to cum. Love riding the edge until the last top is doing me and and pulling off the cockring when he's getting close so I can cum when he cums inside me.

The Hunt (Epilogue Part 2) Jason had a bad feeling. Steven was not his type at all and he didn’t want to take his dick, but he had no chance. He sensed something was wrong. The guy looked ill, not depressed. While they walked towards the toilets they had to pass some dark corridors. In public you weren’t supposed to fuck, but in this corridor or even in the toilets it was permitted to lose some pressure. They entered the toilets. There were 8 stalls all together. Guys were using the toilets to relieve themselves, but you could hear moaning and grunting from other stalls, that were closed right now. Jason entered the last stall on the left side and Steven followed the twink. There were many used condoms lying all over the floor. All filled with heavy spunk. The guys were busy fucking tonight. They didn’t talk. Steven pressed Jason on his knees and started opening his leatherpants. He looked down at Jason and motioned him to unwrap his gift. Jason looked up and shivered. With some hesitation his right hand fished the cock out of Steven’s pants. The cock was quite impressive and had a nice and big head. Jason started licking over the head and started jacking Steven slowly off. Steven put his hands on Jasons head and enjoyed the feeling of the guys tongue around his dick. After a while he felt like Jason was teasing him. He tried to get Steven to blow his load while Jason sucked him off. He doubted, that Jason would swallow the cum. So he started to pull Jasons mouth deeper onto his dick. Jason recognized the change of power. He guessed the guy was about to come and wanted some more tongue action. So Jason complied and sucked the cock deeper into his mouth, but Steven wasn’t about to cum. “Suck me deeper bitch” he growled. Jason let the cock push deeper into his mouth. Steven was trying to enter Jason’s throat. He wanted to fuck his hole cock down the gullet. “That feels good. Your throat is tight. Massage me with it. Try to swallow it deeper” he encouraged the blonde teen. All of a sudden Jason stopped sucking but kept on stroking Steven’s prick. “Steven?” he asked. “Can I ask you something?” “Hmmmm ?” Steven answered nonchalantly. “Are you clean?” Jason looked up while stroking Steven’s dick. “Of couse I am clean” Steven answered. He never had a drug problem anyway. “Good, because I never do bareback with people I don’t know at all” he explained. “And that is very smart. You never know what kind of weirdo is hammering your hole” Steven said honestly. “Would you mind if we are using a condom then?” Jason kept on asking. Steven tried to look confused. “Why….. You wanted to get fucked raw. It was your idea” Steven said. “Actually it was the Scorpions idea and I just promised it to him” he defended himself. “Ah – I see. And although I am clean and you promised it to a guy, you obviously like a lot and care about….. You want to break your promise now?” Steven looked quite upset now. “But it’s okay…. I thought you would want to help me. I thought you would trust me and you would honor the promise you gave” Steven sighed deeply. He started buttoning up. “What are you doing?” Jason asked. “This is it…. I won’t force you to take me raw and so I will go back to my mate and tell him about it. Don’t worry. He will understand you, I am sure.” Jason was thinking quickly. It seemed to be extremely important to the Scorpion that his friend could fire his load into an ass. He was convinced the Scorpion would be more than in a bad mood, if Steven told him about his second thoughts. “Wait…. I trust you. Of course you can seed me” Jason quickly replied. “I would do anything to know the Scorpion better and if he has friends with such special needs I am totally into helping you guys out” Steven smiled happily. He was hoping his plan would have worked out the way it did. “Great – so keep sucking my cock you whore” said Steven and offered his cock to Jason’s mouth again. “I will tell the Scorpion, that you have an open hole for all his fuck mates – you are a great fuck, you know that?” Jason thanked Steven and started sucking again and he went directly for deepthroating. He wanted to give Steven a good job. After a couple of minutes Jason was told to stand up and asked Steven if he would like to fuck him now - hard. Steven nodded. “Turn around to the toilet. Face the wall. Hold the toilet cictern and spread your legs more widely you fuck slut” Steven ordered. Jason did as he was told. With all the filled condoms laying around a new idea formed into Steven’s mind. “Jason, can I ask you to do me a favor also?” Steven played the vulnerable. “Sure. Whatever you need” “You know my ex. He looked almost like you when he was young. I would like to make my first time as real as possible. Would you mind if I would cover your head with my t-shirt, while I fuck you up? I just want to see your body frame. Are you o.k. with that?” Steven asked politely. “That sounds sweet. Of course it is ok.” Jason answered and had no idea why this charade was made. Steven removed his shirt and wrapped it around Jason’s head. He made sure Jason would not be able to see, what was happening around him and that he got a good smell of his sweaty armpits. “You are so kind to me, you know that? I actually wanted to fuck you dry, but since you are a cool guy, I will use some lube, so you will be comfortable also - Deal?” Steven suggested. “That’s awesome. Thanks Sir.” Jason sounded extremely happy. I was collecting already some of the extremely filled condoms. I told Jason I would dip my lubed dickhead into his snatch for one or two inches and then pull out to push the lube deeper into his hot cunt with my fingers. He was amazed how sensitive I was about fucking him. “No big thing – buddy.” Steven assured. He took the first filled condom and wrapped it up, so that only the filled part was actually fully visible. Then he positioned himself directly behind Jason and held the condom closely to the whores whole. Then he fucked his dickhead into the boy and this way all the fuck slime was entering Jason’s cunt also. He pulled out as promised and asked is this was comfortable for Jason. Jason said it was not painful at all. I should dip my dickhead more often into him before lubing him up with my fingers. “You think that’s okay for you? Steven asked and grinned wickedly. “Yeah sure – your dickhead slipped in so easily. Try to do this dipping more often and maybe a bit deeper the next time.” the young one suggested. “Okay – here I go again….” Steven used the second filled condom and betrayed Jason, thinking it was actually lube he was using to get him easy gliding. A third rubber was abused this way and there followed a fourth. Steven started now to finger fuck Jason hard. Knowing his cunt needed some ‘encouragement’ to take his virus. He scratched along Jason’s intestinal walls and Jason was moaning while he was doing that. It must have hurt him, but Steven couldn’t take care about that. After the AIDS-bloke finished this evil preparation, he positioned himself behind Jason and with one stroke he fucked his cock into Jason’s cunt. “Oh boy – you are such a dirty cunt” Steven cursed. Steven enjoyed fucking into this ‘always’ safe twink. “Go on – squeeze my dick. Work for my fuck-slime, you filthy whore. You stupid fuck cunt. Steven moaned loudly while fucking Jason as hard as he could. Steven wanted to enjoy this twink’s body for all it was worth and so he did. He pulled the 8 incher out all the way and then slammed it back in, trying to make it as hurtful as possible for Jason. Several times he told Jason to tighten up his pussy. All the while he played with Jason's nipples and twisted them hardly. Jason made crying noises, but he never told Steven to stop. Steven felt he couldn’t hold back much longer and so he sped up his fucking and so he finally shot his deadly seed deep into Jason’s hole. Jason could hear Steven’s grunting and knew he was seeding him now. Fearfully he received the load and even pushed in unison against the slamming cock, which was invading him. “You are a whore. A fucking tight whore. Maybe now, I might get the chance to wreck you more often.” he snickered. Jason shuddered but didn’t dare to say something negative and so he just cheered up and said that would be great. Steven freed him from the t-Shirt. Without putting it on he left the stall leaving Jason dripping a collection of cum out of his cunt. “Stay like that….. until the Scorpion stings you again.” He grinned demonically but Jason couldn’t see it. He was still looking at the wall and felt horny, but he felt used also….

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

Thanks for the great response to part 1, here's what happens next. Part 2. With the first letter of his new status on his chest, and the warm poz seed that he hoped would help make it real inside his smooth muscled ass, Dan wandered upstairs with his drink in his hand. Greg had suggested he should good see the rest of the crowd and pointed him towards the beige carpeted stairs that led from the large open plan living area of the duplex apartment upstairs to the bedrooms. He had not yet cum and his dick remained rock hard, eight inches of thick uncut meat that had been toyed with and sucked but had yet to invade a tight ass. His thoughts drifted briefly back to Alex, asleep in bed, he felt guilty for a moment but that guilt vanished as he heard moaning emanating from a bedroom at the top of the stairs. He stood in the doorway, the room was mostly taken up with a large double bed, and the only illumination came from a small lamp on a bedside table. There were four people in the room, one was a beefy black guy, not tall, and bulky without being fat. His smooth dark skin reflected the dim light and a huge cock hung between his legs. He looked up as Dan stood in the doorway and beckoned him in. Dan has never fucked a black guy, Alex suggested it was casual homo racism when Dan turned town black guys whom Alex suggested inviting to their bed. But Dan wasn't averse to the idea, he'd just never met a black guy he wanted to fuck. In other circumstances he would have pondered this further, but the vodka and his persistently hard dick banished those thoughts. Entering the room, Dan could see the focus of activity was a guy on the bed. Skinny and blond, he was a perfect twink. Smooth everywhere except for a light dusting of hair around his dick, Dan guessed him to be still a teenager. He was blindfolded and his wrists were secured to the metal bed head with leather restraints; a gag hung loosely around his neck. The twink's legs were in the air, resting on the shoulders of a broad muscled guy who Dan supposed to be around 35. Tattoos sleeved one arm and his chest and back were adorned with patterns of ink that included dragon wings across his shoulders. As Dan moved to the side of the bed, he could see clearly a thick veiny cock pumping into the twink's hole. The twink was already marked with a P and an O, and the muscular stud breeding him proudly displayed his positive status across his chest. The final person in the room was a tall, slender Asian guy. Smooth, with floppy dark hair his chest was free of hair or letters, but a light treasure trail led down to a cock that he was jerking furiously whilst watching the scene before him. The twink moaned as the tattooed guy pounded him hard, and growled "Yeah, you love that you little slut! You wanna take my toxic load and get that last letter?" The twink moaned in response, "No, stop, please, I don't want it", as he pulled at the restraints. Dan was momentarily concerned as the twink desperately tried to free himself from the inevitability of infection. "Too late slut, two loads and now my precum is enough to turn you on its own, you're already a poz slut so live with it." He leaned forward and pulled that gag up, muffling the twink's desperate cries of defiance into mumbles. Dan jumped slightly as he felt a finger in his cum-filled hole. The black guy was behind him and whispered "Don't worry, there's a safe word, but he won't use it." "Was he neg to start with?" Dan asked. "Does it matter?" was the response, with the addition of "...but he won't be after this load." Dan was jerking his cock hard as he watched the tattooed guy gasping, signalling his imminent explosion into the twink, the finger in his hole felt good as it worked inside, pushing Greg's hot poz seed further into him. Dan imagined the creamy load, filled with its toxic passengers burying itself inside him as tattoo roared and thrust his cock in ball-deep, filling his skinny victim with a dirty load. The twink moaned under his gag as tattoo withdrew, his dick slick with cum and ass, the Asian guy leapt down from the chest of drawers on which he was sitting at the back of the room and eagerly cleaned the messy, still hard, dick as the black guy whispered to Dan "Looks like it's your turn." Dan approached the bed where the twink lay, his hole open and used. He pulled down the gag and went in to kiss the beautiful boy deeply. Almost reflexively, the twink raised his legs in the air as Dan pressed his solid dick against the smooth ass in front of him. "I'm gonna breed you now, slut," Dan whispered as their tongues explored each other, whereupon Dan suggested "but I think you need to struggle." Pulling his face to one side, the twink moaned "No, please, no more, I don't want it bare, I don't want to be poz! Stop raping me." With those words Dan plunged his dick inside the twink's hole, already slick with lots of cum. Dan didn't need lube to get ball-deep. The twink howled with pleasure as Dan piston-fucked him; he'd been needing to fuck like this all day, all week, and this twink was exactly what he needed. Tattoo leaned over as he painted the letter onto the twink's chest, marking him visibly as surely as he had internally. Seeing this pushed Dan over the edge and after only a few minutes he felt his cock surge and the twink's hole tense as he unloaded deep inside. Hoping this was his last neg load, Dan pulled his dick out and the tall skinny Asian went to work cleaning his dick. The black guy released the restraints from the twink who removed the blindfold to reveal quite how model-perfect he was. He rolled over onto his front and closed his eyes. The black guy motioned to the skinny Asian who assumed the twink's place on the bed and as he left the room Dan heard the click of restraints being secured. As he walked down the corridor, Dan felt a hand on his shoulder. Heavily muscled arms pressed him against the wall and he had a glimpse of a familiar sleeve tattoo as a huge dick began sliding into his hole. To be continued...

Hang in there and keep thinking about taking all the raw loads you can get without worrying about HIV.

PART 1 My name’s Sloan. I’m 35, white, hairy, and hung. My dick is a fat, veiny hole-wrecker, and I love to show it off in public. I keep my body in the best shape possible—rock-hard six-pack, muscular chest, beefy legs. I’m really good at luring younger guys into giving up their holes. There’s something about my look, about my square jaw and intense brown eyes and high-and-tight crew cut. Something that makes me look trustworthy, wholesome. The good guy. The older brother. The mentor. But see, I’m not the good guy. In fact, I’m one evil motherfucker. My favorite hobby is seducing, chemming, and corrupting college dudes, pushing their limits, taking their fantasies to the dark side, and pozzing their sweet smooth hungry holes—pounding them raw and leaving them dripping with multiple loads of unmedicated virus. And the funny thing is this: no matter how much they protest at one time or another, no matter how much they claim that they don’t want to be barebacked and gang-bred and pimped out, they always end up hungry and begging for more of that sweet seed deep in their guts. So yeah: I guess you could say that I’ve pozzed a lot of boys, destroyed a lot of unsuspecting holes, initiated a lot of slampigs. But last weekend—well, last weekend was the hottest transformation I’ve seen yet. My favorite place to hunt for victims is about a block away from a bathhouse here in Berkeley. I watch for a certain kind of guy: 18 or 19, an undergrad just getting his first taste of freedom away from the parents, well-built, preppy. He might walk hesitantly toward the entrance, then stop to reconsider, then start walking back to his car, then decide to go into the bathhouse after all. That’s when I intercept him. I emerge from the shadows to strike up a conversation—and with any luck, change his life forever. Last weekend, I was in my usual spot. It was a warm August night, and I was wearing a pair of mesh gym shorts with no underwear, a tight wife beater to show off my hairy chest, and a ballcap. I’d taken a dick pill about 30 minutes earlier, so my cock was forming a huge tent in my shorts as I anticipated my next conquest. That’s when the boy got out of his car. He looked both ways down the street—a little lost, I guess—then spotted the bathhouse entrance. Clearly a first-timer, I thought. As he walked closer to me, I began to make out his features: short dark-brown hair, a handsomely boyish face with a nice strong jawline, a fucking adorable nose, and a pair of big, dark, expressive eyes that revealed both his anxiety and his excitement. He was in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight black tank top, so I got a pretty good look at his sweet little jock body, his muscular calves, and his deeply tanned, sinewy arms that showed evidence of some serious time at the gym. He stopped in the middle of the street. He wavered. He almost turned around and went back to his car. But he kept walking toward the entrance—and that’s when I spoke up. “Hey, buddy,” I said, stepping onto the sidewalk, my dick still at attention. That startled him. But as he squinted to look at me in the semi-darkness, his fear turned to relief. I was obviously the kind of guy he was hoping to find here. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of my body, from my face to my torso to the outline of my cock. “Hey there,” he answered in a surprisingly deep voice. “Whatcha doin’?” I looked down at my dick. “Oh, just hanging,” I said with an evil grin, giving my cock a giant twitch. He almost gasped to see it jump like that -- and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stepped back into the shadows and beckoned him to follow me. He obeyed as if in a trance, his whole body shivering as he approached. “What’s your name, buddy?” “Conrad,” he said, but he didn’t look at me. He was still staring at my dick. I made it twitch again, and this time he almost laughed in total fascination. “I’m Sloan,” I said. “How old are you, Conrad?” “I just turned 18 last week,” he replied. “I’m starting at Berkeley this fall. Most people in my class are about a year older—I skipped a grade.” “18 is a good age,” I managed to say, my mind suddenly filled with images of chemming and pozzing this perfect 18-year-old boy. My cock grew harder, and I took a tiny step closer to him. “By the way, Conrad, it’s OK to look at my dick. Really. This cock likes attention. In fact, you can even touch it if you want.” He gave me a funny look, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. I smiled back, gripping my dick in my hand, then released it by slapping it against my thigh. Another gasp from Conrad. After a moment of hesitation, he reached down to touch the outline of my dick, his hands visibly shaking as he grabbed a handful of mesh and cock. After a moment or two of running his hand along the length of my poz shaft, he looked up at me with a dazed kind of desire. “No, no, Conrad,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not what I meant.” I took his hand in one of my hands. With my other hand, I pulled the elastic of my shorts away from my waistline. Then I slowly guided him down my treasure trail until he could feel the touch and girth and weight of my cock. It was throbbing with heat, its surface slightly sticky from the steady stream of precum dripping from my mushroom head—as if my poz dick were drooling at the thought of devouring this beautiful, trusting boy. He grabbed onto the dick that would break him in half and poz him deep—and his eyes fluttered in total bliss. I laughed and said: “You like that dick, huh?” He nodded eagerly. I placed my hand on the small of his back and drew him closer to me. He smelled like all good 18-year-old boys should: a combination of cheap cologne, sweat, and chewing gum. I imagined what his crotch might smell like, all musky with dried cum and piss and hormones. As our faces hovered just a few inches apart, I reached my hand down the back of his shorts to feel a perfectly round jockbutt. He trembled again. I whispered in his ear: “Are you looking for a big bro tonight?” He nodded, and I drew him closer, letting him feel the heat radiating off my body. He sighed in contentment as he nuzzled my furry chest. Then I whispered in his ear again: “Do you want your big bro to fuck you, Conrad?” “Yes, please,” he said, lifting up his head to look me directly in the eyes. I smiled and mussed his hair. “Oh, poor lil’ bro,” I said. “Didn’t anybody ever fuck you before?” He nodded and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said. “Two different guys. But they were my age, and didn’t really know what they were doing. I was kinda hoping that I’d find somebody here at the bathhouse who could—um—” “Break you in?” He buried his face in my chest again, mumbling “yes,” and I ran my hands gently up and down his spine, feeling the strength of his back muscles, imagining what he would look like on all fours, back arched, ass in the air, begging for loads. My hands returned to massaging his beefy little jockbutt, and he let out a deep, shaky moan. “I would be so honored to break you in, little bro. I want to show you how a man should fuck a boy, and how a boy should surrender his hole to a man. Would you like that?” “Yes,” he said again. His arms wrapped a little tighter around my torso, and I gently pushed my cock against his body. My throbbing poz shaft thrummed next to the firm muscles of his stomach. He exhaled a long, slow breath, as if melting into me. And at that moment, I smiled to myself and thought: This boy is fucking mine. I pointed down the street. “I live about two blocks that way,” I said. “Wanna come back to my place, maybe smoke some pot, fool around a little? We can go to the bathhouse later, if you decide you’re ready for it.” “Sure,” he said, giving me the cutest fucking grin. And right at that moment, seeing his innocence and sweetness and eagerness to please, my dick twitched even harder than before, and the head of my cock released a small geyser of toxic precum. With any luck, I thought to myself, I’ll get to see that same giant grin on his face in just a few hours—right about the time he’s spreading his slammed-up jockboy hole to get pounded and knocked up by poz cock. I pointed him in the direction of my house. He walked about a half-step ahead of me, his sweet bubble butt bouncing beneath those gym shorts as my cock followed just a few inches behind. The poor kid didn’t know it yet, but he was as good as poz. I knew exactly what to do. Everything was prepared for my victim’s arrival. And within the next hour, I planned to be blasting my potent strain deep inside this sweet 18-year-old fagboy’s chemmed-up cumhole. MORE SOON…

I knew what I was getting into. I’d heard of Lawyer John’s notorious parties through the grapevine for years. My friend Con, who was a filthy gossip, pointed him out to me a few times in the nightclubs of Belfast. Lawyer John (our nickname for him) was pretty to miss though given his overall “too-hot-to-stay-in-Belfast” looks and physique. Lawyer John was a suave stunner in his mid-forties, with a gym fit body and expensive tousled “salt and pepper” haircut. He should have been modelling suits for Gucci or something, and not raising the bell-curve for us poor mortals who didn’t have any other option but to stay here in the North, drowning our sorrows as we were that night. Northern Ireland once again performed abysmally in rugby, getting trashed by the All Blacks earlier that day. Con’s favourite pastime, after a few jars, was nodding his head over at some poor trick in the club and divulging all his nasty secrets. Usually they involved Con, a quirky fetish and/or an STI. Con was an old-school gossip and would always start off in his thickest working class Belfast accent with the line “Didja ya see that wee lad there righ? Well…” At this point our posse would be leaning forward wondering what new tale of desperation or filth we were in for. With Lawyer John, Con would always drink deep from his Guinness, nod over at him and then launch into the following tale. “Did I tell ye lads about our friend Lawyer John over there. Mike (this was me) knows, but I’ll tell the rest of ye. Steer clear of that fucker. A right nasty piece of work they say lads. They say he hosts these parties y’see. Where all the A-gays of Belfast go and get gee-eyed out of it on G and E and coke and whatever else you’d be having. No condoms, no fucking sense, and a few prossies hired up from London or wherever. He works over in the courts too, so he should know better. Anyways, the parties always get really fuckin wild, and to hear tell of it, at one of the last ones there was a lad who overdosed. Some fucker up from Fermanagh, still wet behind the ears and looking for his bit of freedom from his mammy and the farm, thought he’d try his hand at hooking. Anyways as the story goes, the lad reacted badly with the cocktail of drugs he was on and it wasn’t till after the party that they realised he was unconscious and had been for about a day or two. It was then that they dropped him outside the Pipeworks sauna and called the police. Kid nearly died. Seemingly was left with some nasty nerve damage too. And that kid…” and Con leaned in here, building suspense, “is none other than Ugly Eoghan!” I’d heard it before so chuckled to watch the looks of incomprehension on our mates as they tried to fit the pieces together. Lawyer John was some jet-setting executive who probably had a sea of hot accountants who wanted him to write off their “bad debts”. Meanwhile Ugly Eoghan was the odd drunk that’d turn up outside the Kremlin as the crowd turned out in the early morning, trying to chat up the very, very drunk twinks outside. He worked the “going-home” crowd, cause he’d been barred from every gay establishment between here and Dublin. He was only in his early thirties, but had such a way with him that he looked at least ten years older and while there was nothing necessarily disfigured about him, he had a constant stoop, squinted eyes and a perpetually sneering mouth, so you couldn’t help but be repulsed by him. To think that this gay “character” had been created by the beautiful and sophisticated Lawyer John was a good yarn, but none of us really believed it. Sensing our disbelief, Con urged us “it’s true honest! Ugly Eoghan’s life wasn’t always the car-crash you see outside the chipper on a Saturday pawing at the twinks. But seemingly Lawyer John has high connections, and got the whole thing hushed up. The police, the other party-goers, even the sauna staff, everyone was hushed up”. We nodded as Con knocked back the rest of his Guinness and looked to see who was getting the next round in. He always got a bit conspiracy-ish after a few, talking one minute about chem-trails, and the next about how the fluoride pumped in Irish water was to keep people passive. A nudge knocked me out of my reverie. It was my round. I waited at the bar for the hot new barman Sven to get my drinks. Seemingly he had to learn how to replace a keg or something, but you’d forgive a white blond Nordic god a lot for a flash of his dopey smile, so I pulled out my phone and checked my apps. Grindr and Scruff were disappointing as usual, though my profile didn’t invite a lot of comment – it was just a torso like all the rest of them – showing off my six-pack from two years ago, which had since gone into a small hibernation. Not that most tricks minded. None of them looked quite like their photos either, and as long as I wasn’t, well, ugly Eoghan, and I shoved all nine inches of my cock into them, I heard no complaints. The only messages I had was from this hot nurse Gavin who I always had a great back and forth with, but who always chickened out of all the dates I suggested, to the point where I gave up trying. Sometimes I was in the mood to flirt with him, knowing it’d have no effect, but not today. Sensing someone pushing past me for a newly opened gap at the bar, I moved to let the guy settle in beside me. I did a very subtle double-take when I realised it was the devil himself – Lawyer John. He didn’t even notice me. He still had his head turned, taking drink orders off of some tall muscle-bound blond who’d be perfect as an extra in any World War 2 film, yellow blonde where Sven was white. I took the time to properly study the Lawyer-man up close. God, he was gorgeous. He’s one of those guys who looks so much better as a 40 year old than he ever would have as a 20 year old. His tailored shirt opening to show a defined lean body and sculpted lines across his collarbones, up his neck and in his deep dimples as he laughed at something the Aryan giant said. I waited for the polite “eye-contact” nod that in Ireland passed for “thank you for giving me space at the bar”, but the lawyer studiously turned forward and blanked me. Pfft. Whatever. I guess if you don’t look like you breathe the same rarefied air as these little gods, you may as well be invisible. I then heard the distinctive message tones from Gay-Romeo beside me. I looked over, and sure enough, Lawyer John had his phone out too. I guess little gods need a bit of help looking for love too. I noticed he was mostly scanning an app with a black and orange design. I leaned over a little further. It was called “BBRT” or something like that. I then heard the Sven clear his throat “Ah Mike, jour drrinks” “oh right, cheers Sven!” A few drinks more with the lads at the pub, then at Con’s house and eventually we’re all calling it a night. It’s proper late, by the time I’m back in my flat near the university, like 6am. I clumsily broke the laptop out and looked up this BBRT website. Bareback Real Time Sex, it said. I gulped a little. I’ve not usually been one for bareback – topping’s the same to me if I top protected or not, so I always chose the former. Up until this point I’d never successfully bottomed, with or without a condom, so I saw no attraction in barebacking. However, Lawyer John was on it, and who knew, maybe he was only a click or two away. I could beat off to some pics of him, no harm, no foul. I read through the usual preamble with starting an account, and then once I’d verified my email and put up the bare skeleton of a profile (Newry9inch), I got to seeing who was online in Belfast. This was a very different pool to the Grindr/Scruff guys. There were a few kinky bastards who revelled in anything pain related, a few kids that had the title Bug-Chaser in their profile and then me by the looks of it. Noone else was online. I went back to filling out my profile, deciding to put up a cock pic as my main profile pic (it wasn’t as if I was looking for friends or gym buddies on this site). Then after a bit more thought I added a headless nude shot and an over-the-shoulder arse pic. “Fuck it!” I thought and headed to the bathroom. When I got back, I was in luck. My inbox had three more messages from three different guys – not just the welcome bot. The first was a proper daddy type who wanted to spank my ass for being up so late. I chuckled, and politely declined. The next was from a blank profile online asking “u into scat?” I once again replied “cheers, but definitely not my thing. All the best”, cause I may be many things, but I always answer people, so there’s no ambiguity. I’m a motherfucking gentleman! The last was interesting. It was another blank profile “northernlights”, this time asking “u into pnp?” Now I won’t lie. I love me a bit of rolling with molly or speed-pumped sex, so this had my slut-senses tingling – could this be Lawyer John? I answered “could be. Why?” And waited… About half a minute later I get a reply. “We’re looking to score” and a link to a webpage within BBRT. I clicked through the link and it directed me to an expired party page from earlier that night– some sort of group page that BBRT did for people arranging group meets – wow BBRT really knew their audience! This page had the description “Party – Titanic Quarter for titanic men”. I snorted at that. The blurb below was written as if a size queen on meth – detailing all the types of men who could apply (a very select few) and all the guys who couldn’t. To be honest the description was a turn-off. One of those impossibly high standard parties that I wouldn’t dream of trying for after a few rejections earlier on in life. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I feel pretty hot – I rock the slightly rough/scruffy, three-day stubbled scally lad look, but I would never fit in with the built Abercrombie and Fitch crowd. My body was lean and I was an in-shape lad especially for my job (a journalist for a less than reputable paper… ok so, a tabloid journalist – it paid the bills) but I’d never have this party’s required “defined muscles” or “less than 5% body fat” (I kid you not – that’s what they wrote). The rest of post summed up that a group party had been organised (about 6 hours earlier) for the A-gays of Belfast. Good-fucking luck to ‘em I thought! I saw my inbox had another message and clicked it. Northernlights again. “u know any dealers?” I chuckled and then remembered something. Looking to my chest of drawers in the middle of the room, I pulled out my sock drawer and fumbled at the back. I pulled out my old metal tea-box that had my weed and the makings of my joints in, a few pills, and also… at the bottom… …Eureka!.. I found the bag of MDMA that my mate’s sister’s boyfriend’s friend left behind at a houseparty a year back. The lad went mental looking for it afterwards, but cause he was a dick I didn’t call him up a week later when I found it behind the coal bucket. It was about 10-15g of product, but I’d tried it, and maybe cause it’d be been left out somewhere humid, or maybe cause it was it was just a shit supply, but it did nothing for me. But there was enough here for a trade. Maybe I’d get some money for it finally? I messaged back. “None that are awake right now. My usual guy’s disappeared too. I’ve a bit of my own supply - MDMA here (10-15g), dunno how good it is, if you’re desperate? J” (Was the smiley too much?) Northernlights was quick to reply “Yeah would be up for that - could buy it – where u? Could send taxi round? We’re in X” Obviously I’m not gonna reveal where exactly the guy was – but it was a very swanky part of town. Northernlights sent me on details of the place and then signed off – “…Thanks lad. See you soon” No name. But honestly considering we’d just agreed to perform a crime online I could understand that. Nice one! I was gonna finally sell off my old stash and at least see what the inside of one of these exclusive parties looked like. The taxi came round 15 minutes later. I was barely out of the shower and into my cleaner pair of going-out trackies when I heard my phone go off. I grabbed my whole stash box and all the way there I was full of nervous jitters. I kept thinking I was going to end up at some weird “eyes-wide-shut” masked party. The apartment building was one of the very modern ones that went up as part of the Titanic quarter’s refurbishment after the peace agreement. I remember seeing it being built and even then thinking I’d never be able to afford living in a posh place like this. I rang the apartment bell. Elocution lessons answered; “Yars?” “Um, this is ahem, Newry….” “Oh roight! Yars yars, push the door when it buzzes” I made my way up. On the way up I kept formulating and reformulating the plan. See how much they were willing to pay to keep their party going. Get a good look around to see how to super-hot live and try to see a few fucking, to fill the wank-bank. Get them to order me another taxi. Would they stretch to a pizza too? Oh, but how to make sure this wasn’t an elaborate police op? Wasn’t that entrapment? Did that law even apply in Belfast? Better make sure to get them to do a line for free first. I got to the door. I rapped gently on it. No answer. I was about to ring the bell when the door opened and there in a red and grey silk dressing gown stood Lawyer John. A-Gay of Belfast numero uno! “Newry9inches?” he said, smiling at me, showing those dimples. Those goddamn beautiful dimples! I nodded mutely and he waved me in. He muttered something about doing business upstairs in his room as I looked around the split-level apartment. There were bags and clothes on most of the chairs and couches in the main entrance hall-cum-living room. The floor plan was pretty open and segued from living room to foyer to kitchen (which was divided from the rest by an outjutting counter) all across the entire lower floor. There were some shadowy figures in the extremities of the kitchen and living room, but before I could better make them out, John beckoned me up his stairs (solid oak beams projecting from the wall, no banistair, very swanky!) I clambered up behind him, getting glimpses of his very tan, very developed gym-toned legs, to come out on a long corridor landing. Everything was ivory tones and expensive looking. There were about four doors off the corridor – two guest bedrooms, the main bedroom and main bathroom. As we went into the main bedroom I saw the entire outer wall was one plate window giving a fantastic view back over Belfast City. The bed was massive and recently used and there was an en-suite bathroom to the left. John sat down on the bed and looked expectantly me… “The MDMA?” “Oh right, yeah let me just get that out” and I walked over to the desk. He followed behind me as I lay the bag of white powder on the table. I saw the remains of some other lines of powder there and a credit card. I turned to him. “Um, don’t take this the wrong way, but cause I’m not used to, um, normally, ever doing this, and how do I know this isn’t some police sting?” He laughed a rich baritone laugh at that and said something about the differences in UK and American law, and that he’d asked me to bring over with me to sell, which indeed would be a form of entrapment. He then smiled and said, “but if it makes you feel better, I can do a line in front of you now?” I nodded, and he took the bag from me and poured some out. Crushing it with his credit card he asked me to roll up a twenty-pound note as he scraped together four short lines. When he pulled back he waved me forward to do the first two lines – oh right – I weirdly hadn’t expected to be doing the MDMA in front of him, but fuck it. I ducked down, snorted them up and passed the twenty. Squeezing and pinching my nose I looked over as he rose from his lines. “So do you wanna sit down for a bit, to see if it kicks in?” I asked. He nodded toward the bed, snuffling back all the powder. I sat down on the edge, he sat beside me. “I think I saw you out earlier” I mentioned. He nodded. “Mike here by the way” “Simon here” he replied, extending his hand for a handshake and smiling. I started to feel something in the back of my brain, but I was never great with MDMA. “I think I’m feeling it” I mentioned, “but it’s always a bit odd for me, how about you?” I asked. He was raising his half-shut eyes and muttering to himself… Yeah he was definitely feeling something. “Oh yars Mark” “uh it’s Mike” “Sorry Mike. Yah I’m feeling it – that is …some good stuff you have”. He looked at me. His eyes were massively dilated. We said in unison “wow your eyes…” and trailed off and chuckled. I looked at this guy who only hours before had seemed a part of the frosty impenetrable A-gay elite rubbish of Belfast, and yet here we were now, bonding. It was beautiful. I felt Simon and I were having a special time outside of time and that I could suddenly confide totally in him. “You should laugh more dude, your dimples are gorgeous” He smiled at this, and replied, “you’re pretty cute yourself dealer-man” I got a cheeky thought “what else can you do to prove you’re not a police officer?” His deep chuckle was adorable. “Well what would you like me to…” We got cut off by a knock on the door, the en-suite door. “Hey Si, are you still with that dealer guy?” The door opened and a tall pale guy with jet black hair stepped in. He was wearing a towel around his waist and had obviously come from the shower. His body definitely fit into the 5% body fat category. I think I could have seen him on a Men’s Health magazine or something – he had a familiar look about him. Every random Latin-named muscle was on display and some new ones too I think. “This him?” he asked Simon. “Yeah, this mmmmm here is…. Mark..no Mike! This is Iain” Iain smiled and extended his hand to me. “Not named after the Reverend I assure you.” I laughed and still felt very odd to be shaking everyone’s hand at a sex party. He then turned to look back at the desk. His back was just pure sculpture. I looked over to see Simon/Lawyer John smirking at me, catching me ogling the beefcake mere metres away from me. I giggled and nudged him. Yeah ok maybe the MDMA was having an effect. I’d missed Iain’s request “What now?” Iain repeated himself “Is it ok if I sample a line or two” “Be my guest,” I sorta slurred out. Iain bent over the desk to crush out a line’s worth. I was looking at Simon. He had mischief in his eyes. “Iain” Simon called, “I need to prove something to Mike here” and reached over to his towel-covered ass. Tugging on the towel as Iain crushed his line, Simon succeeded on pulling the towel off, revealing Iain’s pale magnificent ass. Iain barely reacted, engrossed in his task. The twin globes were just that right blend of smooth and bubble-butt, spreading down into two tree trunks of thighs. A real rugby player physique! Oh shit, now I knew where I’d seen Iain before. He’s Iain the rugby player! The gay rugby player Iain Hawkins! He was the prop-forward for the Northern Irish team who’d recently come out and had all his family support him in the papers, and his… boyfriend! I watched him earlier today get trounced by the fuckin Kiwis! My tabloid journalist was itching at the size of the scoop I had in front of me. Belfast A-Gay number 2, Iain Hawkins prop-forward for Northern Ireland, showing me his incredibly fuckable ass, while doing Class A drugs. Another part of me took over as I refocused on that ass. “Mike” Simon called back to me, “I’m gonna do something I’m pretty sure no undercover cop would do” and with that licked a finger and started to pull Iain’s ass-cheeks apart. Then exposing Iain’s pink rosy hole, he guided the lubed finger into Iain’s hole. Working it in quite quickly I figured Iain had already been fucked this night. Simon replaced his finger with his tongue as he got up properly to rim his friend. I heard Iain groan in appreciation and follow it with one quick snort. I was rubbing my cock through my grey tracksuit bottoms. Simon winked at me and looked to my growing bulge. “Looks like your username wasn’t lying” I smirked and coyly asked “do you want to check for yourself?” as I stood up, raising my crotch to his head height. He used his free hand to snag my tracksuit bottoms down exposing my navy blue jockstrap and jutting nine-incher. Simon mouthed a “wow”, as most guys do. It’s not just nine or nine and a half inches, it’s also quite a thick girthy cock which often a lot of bottoms can’t work with – they think they can, but their eyes are too big for their asshole. Simon got to work, pushing the jockstrap pouch to the side and freeing my monster. As he started lapping on the underedge of my cock, I reached over and started rubbing Iain’s ass cheeks. Iain took another snort and wriggled his ass in appreciation, or at least that what I took his ass-wriggle for. Unopposed I moved both my hands to cup Iain’s ass, kneading and massaging, rearranging our trio so that I could bend over to rim Iain while still giving Simon clear access to my cock. Iain’s hole tasted beautiful. You could tell that the cunt has been used, I could even detect some cum that hadn’t been fully washed away. Damn right I’ll admit I look for a good sloppy-seconds ass when I’m whoring myself round. I steer the fuck away from virgins and twinks. Fucking a cum-dump’s ass where it’s cold and virginal on the outside, but hot and juicy at the core… mmm my version of heaven. After a few minute of rimming and sucking – Simon sure loved sucking my cock and I was feeling a little more adventurous. I was alternating my tongue and my two left fingers, playing Iain’s ass like a fiddle. Iain pushed his juicy orbs again back at us, Simon pulled off of me to come beside me and watch as Iain started twitching his ass. I kept a grip on his ass shoving my left thumb inside him. Simon grabbed and turned my cheek and we stared intensely into eachother’s eyes. Simon took a step closer and asked, “would a policeman do this?” and grabbed the back of my head pulling me in to a full-on kiss. Our tongues were running against eachother, his spit, my spit. As I kissed him passionately back I felt his robe fall open and felt my cock bounce and joust with his thick 7 incher. Every bit of his body was tan, including his cock. I ran my right hand up and down his defined body, running over each muscular ridge – I kept asking myself, was this really happening? I looked down to pinch myself and could see a pearl of precum had started to drip off of his hooded shaft. I started to bend my knees to lick up every drop from his precum-dripping cock – I love a dripper! However Simon held me back and wiped his steady precum flow onto my own spit slicked member. After milking himself this way for a bit, he grunted up at Iain, “look back for a second Iain” Iain, minor sports celebrity, minor gay celebrity for the UK had recently done a fashion-spread for GQ magazine with his boyfriend. Yet right then he was currently sporting just a white powder moustache and a smile. He looked back over his shoulder at my proud nine-incher slick with Simon’s juices, as Simon tapped my cock against his twitching hole. “Oh yeah Mikey, shove that gorgeous stick into me” All thoughts of his boyfriend evaporated, all my thoughts of safety evaporated, I needed those ass-pussy lips on my poor naked cock and I needed it now! Ok yeah, the MDMA was definitely working at this point. I didn’t wait for a second request and shoved my tool deep in that slut’s hole. And what a fucking hole, it was a prime hole – medium rare/pink on the outside, juicy yet well done on the inside. I was a bit worried Simon’s precum wasn’t enough lube, but Iain already had a least two loads in him giving my cock the lovely cream covering as I churned that gut-butter up. I gave that rugby player a fucking penalty, conversion and a try. In fact I lost myself so much in pounding that perfect white arse's hole I didn’t notice Simon was gone. He had gone around to salvage the MDMA. It seemed I ploughed Iain a bit too heavily and now the prop forward had it all over him looking like some Japanese Geisha or some shit. “Oh shit dude, you’re gonna get so fucking high” I laughed, but I didn’t stop pounding him.

The hunt It was a night like any other night. I surveyed the pub for a possible prey. One that would interest me and then I saw him again. A cute twink. Probably 175 cm tall and very slim. His blond hair was cut short and shaved in the neck. His blue eyes flashed at me for a moment. I guess he was not older than 20 years, probably younger. It was not the first time that I recognized that little brat. However, he was always surrounded by friends or admirers. Often I had imagined that he could be my next victim. I wanted to give him my toxic load and then leave him to his fate. Like, I did so many times before. Today, he was again surrounded by a group of guys, still - tonight it seemed to be different. Again and again his gaze was trying to meet mine. Again and again his eyes wandered from my eyes to my crotch and then back to my eyes. Suddenly he laughed at his friends and apologized. He walked past me towards the toilets and brushed entirely by mistake my bulge with his hand and smiled shyly at me. I followed him to the toilets and stood beside him at the urinal. Although he had opened his jeans, he had not taken out his cock. He simply stared at the wall and waited. I opened my jeans also and pulled out my semi erect cock and began to piss. With my left hand I grabbed his neck firmly. He turned his head to me and looked seriously at me with his soft blue eyes. My hand slid slowly down his back, way down to his butt. I ran my hand into his jeans and his underwear and could feel the tender skin of his ass. I slipped my fingers between his ass cheeks and massaged his entry with my middle finger. Meanwhile my cock was hard as a rock and the boy looked with big eyes on my thick tool. My middle finger pressed now firmly against the narrow hole of the blonde cutie. “Touch me bitch” I told him. “Start jacking me off slowly”. “Not here" he answered, but couldn’t help moaning since my fingers started to penetrate his asscunt. “Let's go to my place. I do not live far from here. We can go there on foot” he added. I nodded, although I liked these rural places to poz a twink. I could barely close the buttons of my jeans because of my hard dick. A large bulge loomed. The guy stopped me briefly from leaving and knelt in front of me. He kissed my bulge through my jeans and massaged gently my cock through the fabric. He pulled at the buttons of my jeans and pressed his nose to my fly and took a deep breath. My hand gently stroked his head. “Let's go boy” I said aloud, feeling the pressure in my balls and the need to unload my cum into his willing cunt. He nodded with a smile. When we arrived back at the pub, I paid my drinks and walked towards the door. The pretty blonde brat told his friends goodbye. Their eyes went all in my direction and they were grinning at his friend. It was a cold night in January and while the boy was walking ahead of me, I looked at his provocatively firm ass in his tight jeans Tonight was the night in which I would hunt him down. Tonight was the night in which everything would change.

I met a guy on A4A and after we had been chatting for a while we decided to meet up and camp on the beach. I picked him, together with his camping gear and headed out to the camp site. We hung out for a while until it was time for bed, but we had both been too shy to start anything. It was a cold night so we snuggled up inside the tent and as soon as we got close, I could feel his dick getting hard. I immediately started pushing my ass against his crotch, which only made his dick bigger. I could feel a good size and I was dying to get a load in my hole, so I quickly pulled down his shorts and found he wasn't any underwear, to I spat in my hand, and lubed his thick hard cock, as with my other hand I pulled off my shorts. He immediately probed my ass with his cock, and being caught-up in the moment, I pushed my ass onto his bare dick. The sensation of his cock head slipping into my hole heightened the excitement, and in no time his bare cock had opened-up my ass so in no time I had him deep inside my body. He started pumping slowly, and I could feel the full glory of his bare cock. It felt amazing. He started going faster and I could feel his dick getting harder as his balls slapped against my ass. All of a sudden he murmured "I'm close. Are you clean?" "Yes," I replied, asking "You?" Before he could answer his dick began pulsating as his cum filled me up. Only when he was done pumping his load into my ass did he answer "Yeah, me too.". Of course I fell asleep with his cum in my ass. It was the best feeling ever.

I love eating anything out of a hot guys ass. I use to whore out some boys when I lived in L.A. Loved seeing how many loads they could get and I'd always eat the cum out of their holes.

I Love having my ass rimmed and letting it get sloppy and Filled with Multiple Loads.

Love to be wrecked by that AIDSbone!

Have yet to find a cock that's too big but I would like to find one that pushes me beyond my limits. I've had a a couple of "beer can" cocks in me but the tops were experienced in easing their bottoms into taking a large cock and were gentle in their approach to get my hole opened up and ready to accept their full length and girth. Felt amazing getting fucked but I have to admit I was sore the next day.

having a test done about twice a year because I fuck your guys holes bb & don't plan to gift my gf. Nor do I want to have poz kids borned. Out of the question for now but I do plan to have some later. Nothing terrible about having a bit of blood taken. Especially if it keeps my dick & future pervy & happy

I think the most hard-to-believe part of subbottom4u's story is that he actually got laid from Grindr.

I have been fucked n loaded by many dads n sum of them was friends dads sum times the sons knew n joined in but usually it was our secret haha ! I used to get fucked by a really hot dad in his late 40s n I was flip fuckin with his son who was the same age as me they didnt know about each other until one day the dad walked in on me balls deep up his son ! We both froze but the dad asked if he could join in we said fuck yeah n he drove his cock balls deep up me hole that was full of his sons cum n after about 10 minutes of poundin me he added his load to his sons n we went on from there ! All 3 of us had regular hookups after that

Fuckin hot experience bro ! I luv random extra cocks n loads at a hookup hope you see the stranger again

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Met up with a 43 year old muscle guy while in SF for work. Found him on grindr, his pics were amazing and his cock looked huge. Said he preferred to fuck bare (duh, who doesn't?). He came to my hotel room, and used my throat for a half hour before poppering me up and stretching out my hole with his 8.5'' undetectable cock. I haven't ever had my ass used like that before, he had my vision fading in and out he fucked me so good and blew 2 loads deep in my boyhole. My ass is still tender.

Fuck bud wanted to breed me but he wanted to fuck a sloppy hole. So, he arranged for another top to dump his load in me first. My FB came over, bred me with his thick 8", then the other guy came and he pounded me with his 6.5" raw tool. He dumped a big load in my hole, I turned around to clean his cock off with my mouth. My FB immediately shoved his thick raw meat back in and pounded me hard until he dumped his load deep inside. Awesome.

Needed my ex to sign a document yesterday. He still wants a relationship, but it's not for me. He signed and then told me to lie down on the massage table and he would give me a quick massage. Well, it didn't take long before he was fucking me on the massage table and dumping his undetectable poz load in me. He didn't bother to ask me if I wanted to be fucked... of course I didn't mind

Haha - nothing like the smell of well cooked jizz being blown out of your ass in the office restroom the day after a good breeding.

Will be there taking and giving loads (hopefully taking 100 times the loads I give). Just booked my room at the host hotel. Wanna plan an all-out fuck fest - tops and bottoms fucking everywhere, not just the open door, blindfolded pump and dump in my room.... How many of you would be interested?

The Hunt (Part 5) I was pulling Jason close to my body and rubbed my hard dick against his stiff cock. Again and again I squeezed his buttocks, pulling them apart and then pressing them back together. All the while we kept on kissing each other. “Open your mouth for me” I told him calmly. He obeyed and looked at me patiently. I guess he saw it coming. I spat into his mouth. “Swallow” I told him and so he did. I put my right hand around his neck and felt him gulping my spit down. I choked him a bit and saw the obedience in his eyes. Without me telling him, he started stroking my hard dick again. Like a two dollar whore he knew exactly how to massage my rod. He didn’t pull too hard. He stroked it slowly asking me, if I enjoyed him touching my dick. I nodded and continued kissing him deeply. He tasted so sweet and looked so innocent at me with his big blue eyes. I wondered if he was really such a bitch, or if I was just a bit too horny right now. For me it was like I was on the hunt. Jason seemed to be my willing victim. I was thinking of him as a sleazy slut and that justified my urgent need to give him the gift. But feeling his tender touch now and looking into his deep blue eyes, I was not so sure anymore. “What’s wrong” he asked me suddenly. “Aren’t you in the mood to fuck me hard anymore?” he looked at me puzzled. I grabbed my prick and squeezed it hard. “Hell yes – I need to fuck you hard. To bang your cute little ass – when was the last time you have been fucked you little tramp” I asked him bluntly. “Well….. a couple of weeks ago….. I was fucked by my boyfriend…..” he answered me and I saw the sadness in his eyes. “Yeah, but when did you whore around with another fellow lately” I wanted to know. “I took every dick that I could” he tried to convince me, but I had fingered him already and this bitch was tight like a virgin almost. Again I felt that something was wrong…. “Is this a fib, you are telling me?” I asked him. He looked down. I lifted his face with my hand asked him the question again. He didn’t answer me. Instead he took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I didn’t expect to find a sling next to a notable king size bed. He didn’t realize we forgot the condom on the living-room table. I helped him to get into the sling and offered him some poppers, which I carried around in my pants. He smiled at me and opened the bottle to take a sniff. “Let me open you up” I growled, feeling me getting horny again, since he offered himself so shamelessly. I wanted to breed his him badly. I spat on his pinhole and pushed two fingers in. I moved them roughly in and out. He moaned loudly. Pushing a third finger into his snatch I started scratching his intestinal wall on my way out. Trying to wound him and to make him bleed he increased his moaning. “I have always been faithful to my boyfriend” he spluttered. “You are the second guy, who is actually fucking me…..” “What…. ?” I was not sure if I should believe him, but he had no reason to lie to me. I still asked him, why he acted like a cunt. He mentioned something about making me hot or wanting to become one or whatever… I was still working in damaging his intestine. Like a poisonous scorpion I was ready to strike and nothing would stop me now….

The Hunt (Part 4) Standing up from the couch, pretty Jason followed my move, like his lips were glued to my dick. He kept on sucking my member in like it was a lollipop. I started moving my hips, holding his head in a tight grip. “Swallow…. swallow my dick, pretty boy” I said to him. Jason was inhaling my cock. It was more than just sucking. It was consuming my toxic precum already. “Taste my dick, do you like it?” I asked innocently. He kept on sucking but nodded wildly. “Get rid of your jeans” I said to him in a demanding tone. He stopped chewing my stick and opened slowly his jeans. He stood up and undressed himself. He wore a jayhole for an easy access of his cunt. Good boy, I thought to myself. He kept his shirt on and I pulled his skinny body to mine and started french kissing him. Again I realized how beautiful his eyes were. They were so intensively blue, I have never seen them before and again I recognized they were somehow clouded. I started kneading his ass-cheeks. Silky and soft, yet firm and handy – I would shred his hole tonight. While imaging the act already I started fingering his cunthole. It was so tight and dry. He was moaning, while I tried stabbing my middle finger into his chute. “Open up bitch” I growled. “It hurts” he replied. “Can we use some lube please?” I withdrew my finger from his arse and held it in front of his mouth. “Lick it!” I forced my fingers into his wet mouth. “That is all the ‘lube’ you are getting. I want this ditch tight and dry” was my answer. After that I reinserted my fingers into his asscunt. This time I was able to push two fingers in and with some effort they sunk deep to my second joint. All the while we kept on kissing and I liked the way the boy tasted. “What about condoms? Are you using condoms?” he interrupted our kiss again. Now we entered a touchy subject. “Of course” I lied. “I want to stay healty and I don’t know which filthy dick had entered you before.” “I never fuck raw on one night stands” he told me and he added that it was cool, that I also shared the same idea of protecting yourself while fucking around with strangers. Yeah…. right! I grabbed into my jeans pocket and fished a condom out. It was one of the condoms I have already prepared for events like these. “No, we will take one of mine” Jason insisted. I thought about making a fuss. It would be suspicious, if I wanted to use my condom and just my condom only. So I played along and nodded to the ‘safe-bitch-only’. He went to a drawer and retrieved several condoms. Different sizes, different flavors, different colors. What a sleazy cunt. From the outside he seemed so innocent and yet he had a full arsenal of condoms in all brands or sizes. I picked one that would fit me and put it on the table. “You are going to roll it onto my dick later, boy” I said, already knowing what to do with it. “Yes Sir” answered the sexy bitch bottom and snuggled closer to me to seal our lips again. Sexual healing can be so destructive. Little did he know….

With PrEP, my world is for all intents and purposes without HIV. It's great.

Extremely happy. No PNP in over two years, on PrEP for nine months, losing weight - Thinking, feeling, and fucking better than I have in years.

This is one of the HOTTEST fucking stories that I have cum across .. Can't wait for part 4.

Always loved the idea of throat fucking, tried it with a guy who had a pretty thick cock a few times but tbh it wasn't as hot as I would of liked. It felt awkward and he wouldn't really pump like he would during anal, maybe it was just the guy was shit. I wanted it to be intense like his full body weight on top and fast until he cums. One thing I did try with a guy was some pretty intense cbt and he literally hit my balls till I came without touching my cock, it was odd because at first it was painful and not nice but it suddenly became amazing, he would do a mix of fast and light and then hard and slow until the end where it was hard and fast and I just came from the intensity. was hard to find guys who would do it that rough :/

10 fold! Knowing my cock can pump cum that will infect, destroy and collapse a boi's body with my aids babies gets me hard and breeding non stop. Spread the bug, submit to my cum and aids waste into oblivion

Started taking bare loads three weeks after starting PrEP and have not looked back. I assume most are POZ undetectable, but it really doesn't matter and I really don't care. HIV simply no longer concerns me.

What this fantasy fails to take into consideration is that as your health begins to decline your sexual desire is one of the first things to go.

I hooked up yesterday during work with a versatile dude I met on bbrt. When I arrived at his house I found four other tops there. I took a nice long hit from a pipe somebody put in front of me, and immediately following by a shotgun. Finally I stripped, lubed-up, and took four loads in two hours. Then I dressed and went back to work.

Discovery - as told by Brandon We’d been very happily married for a little longer than three months but I suspect we were both missing a bit of variety in our sex life. For me experiencing bareback sex with Ben was starting to lose its novelty and I was starting to think of having someone else sink their pole in my ass. (With a condom of course) Particularly as I like getting fucked by big uncut dicks and Ben’s six inch cut dick not quite fit the description. I had been away on a business trip and the Friday evening I got home Ben suggested that it might be fun to have a threesome. He had met up with his college roommate and fuckbuddy Sam who he had not seen for about two years and they talked about “all sorts of things”. We talked about it for a while, where to find guys, the “agreement” and all sorts of things like that. He even suggested that “maybe Sam would like to play” and “Sam mentioned another couple in the neighborhood that plays around”. Nothing specific came out of the conversation, but the sex we had that night was particularly good. Somehow the talk of threesomes must have stimulated both of us. Usually on a Saturday morning we would spend a lazy hour or so in bed with our first coffee of the day and end up fucking. This Saturday was different. Ben said that he had a lot of stuff he needed to do and after a quick mug and a shower he was out of the house. I thought nothing of it. He returned just in time for our Saturday afternoon nap. I was horny as always and I woke a little before he did. Actually, I probably woke him as I rolled in behind him and started grinding my already hard cock against his back. As he woke he groggily muttered. “I guess I’m going to get fucked now.” “Yeah, then you are going to fuck me. I missed getting fucked this morning.” I rolled him onto his back, lifted up his ass with a cushion and spread his legs giving me access to his hole. As I moved my face down towards his anus to give him a good rimming he stopped me and guided my mouth to his hardening dick. It was odd. Normally Ben loves me rimming his ass. He loves me sucking his dick as well but he had never before guided me away from the one towards the other. I was curious enough to ask “You don’t want me to rim you?” and he answered somewhat hesitantly “No, I want a blowjob instead”. I wondered if there was something he did not want me to find out. I went down on his cock and started working him over while starting to open him up with first one finger, then two, then three. (Not that his hole really needs opening out with the amount I fuck him) I surreptitiously stuck a finger in my mouth and tasted. I swear I could taste cum mixed in with his ass juices. Normally it only happens if I fuck him twice in one session of sex. I was pretty sure that someone else had fucked him raw earlier in the day and left a load up his chute. That was against our agreement but I found it strangely stimulating to know that he was walking around with someone else’s cum inside him. I spat on my hand and slicked up my cock. I moved forward and started pushing my way in. I looked closely at his face and saw a momentary flick of panic as my meat slid easily into his slick cum lubed hole. He knew that I knew but he did not say anything. I rammed him mercilessly slamming so hard into his ass to that he uttered a little grunt of pain each time. Cheating little slut was all I could think. Have some sex on the side was one thing but bareback was completely against the rules. I normally cum quickly but my aggressive fucking and the thought that a stranger had loaded him up earlier made me cum almost immediately. I added a massive load to the cum already in his colon. I waited a few moments before pulling out and rolling onto my back. “Now it’s your turn to fuck me.” He grabbed the lube, slicked up his cock and rolled me onto my side. He slid in behind me and was soon probing my hole with his drooling cockhead. I was so hungry for his dick that it slipped in easily. Ben put his arms around my chest. While he was slowly fucking me he was nuzzling my neck and sucking on my earlobe. One of his favorite positions to fuck and I was not going to object. I found myself strangely excited by the thought that he had stranger’s seed mixed with mine brewing in his bowels he fucked me. He was obviously highly stimulated as well as it did not take long before he was firing a massive load up my chute. As we lay there on the bed with Ben’s slowly softening dick still in my ass he mentioned Sam again. “We should really both get together with Sam for a threesome. We would have a really good time with him.” I did not say anything at first but thought to myself that he had probably had a good time with Sam earlier in the day. “Yeah! I’d love to fuck your ass after he has. Your ass was so slick today it felt like sloppy seconds. Did you lube up before our nap.” He looked at me with a deer-in-the-headlights expression. “Um. Ah. Yeah. Pre-lubed.” He thought a few seconds longer before adding. “With that new lube that looks like cum.” Yeah right, I thought to myself. I got to travel a lot for work over the next month or so and between this and that we never got the threesome worked out. Every couple of days Ben would mention it, whether in person or on the phone. He kept referring to Sam and the other hot couple Matt and Josh that were in the neighborhood. He made a rather cagy reference to meeting them at Sam’s and that they were really hot guys. There were a few more times during that period that his ass seemed as if it had been well fucked and fully loaded. He also started wearing a new swimsuit around the house. A typical swimmers cut brief but with a difference. The white spandex did not have a lining and I can only imagine how see-through it got when wet. Ben told me that a friend of Sam’s who has a team had a few spare suits and gave it to him. I could not imagine what sort of swim team would wear a see-through swimsuit, and I could not help notice the TeamBB blazoned across the back. Team Bare Back perhaps? Then Ben came down with a mean case of flu which put paid to any ideas of amorous encounters with strangers for a while. No sooner had Ben started feeling better than I got it. It was the worst case of flu I ever remember having. While I was sick and feeling so shitty I spent a lot of time online surfing for porn. I spent a lot of time looking at bareback sites as I have always found bareback porn more stimulating than condom porn. I joined some of the bareback hookup sites and looked at profiles of local guys. One caught my eye, BBSam4Fun. The zip code and description fitted that of Ben’s college buddy Sam. He listed his status as “don’t know, probably poz” and what he was looking for as “My place or yours, load up your hole or mine, the more cum the better. Status does not matter, just don’t tell me.” Also BBSam4Fun posted quite a few tales in the “my last load” section of the site where he had his profile. There were some really hot posts where Sam described his exploits including one that pretty much defined his attitude to life. “I was at my friends M and J for a fuck fest. They introduced me to a really hot friend J2 dressed in a black latex outfit with a biohazzard logo in red on the front. I could not keep my eyes off his massive bulge and when he stripped down and I saw what he was packing I knew he had to fuck me. He had a massive mushroom head on his 9” uncut dick. After fucking me and leaving a huge load in my ass I returned the favor. Then we both fucked the hosts, leaving a load in each. The day ended with first B and I double fucking J2, and then M and J double fucking him. He knows how to take cocks.” “J2 and I have become regular fuckbuddies. He loves my 10 incher in his hole almost as much as I love his mushroom head filling my ass. J2 says he is thinking of getting a nice discreet tattoo, on his crotch.” Then there was another post that really started me thinking. “I introduced my new bareback fuckbuddy B to M and J. B is really hot. About 5’7”, blond and blue eyed with a really muscular lean body covered with blond fur. Yum. Who would have thought that such a cutie could turn out to be such an unrepentant cum-slut. M and J started with their usual game of pretending to use condoms, but B quickly turned that around and took all our loads. Actually six loads, two from each of us. B has a boyfriend who doesn’t know he is getting fucked and taking loads.” I also found a profile for BBcpl4loads, a couple “in the neighborhood” who seemed to fit the description of M & J. What made it all start to fit together was a blog posting that they made on the same date as Sam’s fuck fest reference: “We had some hot guys over to fuck yesterday. Since we are into gear, one of the guys wore a black latex outfit with a biohazzard logo to show off his newly diagnosed status. I got fucked by his fatheaded 9” uncut dick. The other guy is a regular fuckbuddy. He says he does not know his status but is probably poz. Matt got loaded by his 10 inches. Also uncut.” I began to wonder about all sorts of things, but kept my thoughts to myself. Suspecting that Ben was having unsafe sex with poz guys is one thing, knowing for sure is another. Plus if it was true it was probably too late to change the inevitable. So I decided to snoop around on the net. His old profile on A4A was still there under BentBoy with some subtle changes. 30, 5’7” 135 lb 30w. Swimmers build. Dark blond, brown eyes. Some body hair. White. Looking for: 1-on-1 Sex, 3some/Group Sex, Misc. Fetishes. Just a fun loving guy looking to hook up. Oral is fine but if we hook up it ends up with someone getting fucked. 6”, Cut, Versatile, Anything Goes, Don’t Know. Prefer meeting at: Your place. But on one of the BB hookup sites I found a rather new profile for BBBoy that seemed somehow familiar. 30, 5’7” 135 lb 30w. Swimmers build. Dark blond, brown eyes. Some body hair. White. Looking for: 1-on-1 Sex, 3some/Group Sex, Misc. Fetishes. Just a bareback loving guy looking to hook up. Oral is fine but if we hook up it ends up with someone getting a load up their ass not their mouth. 6”, Cut, Versatile, Anything Goes, Don’t Know. Prefer meeting at: Your place. Cummy ass. TeamBB speedo. A new BB profile suspiciously like his old one that now showed his status as Don’t Know. It seemed pretty obvious that Ben was cheating on me. Not because he was screwing around behind my back because we had agreed that was OK, but because he was obviously doing it bareback. And then there was the unseasonable flu. I had barely started to feel better when Ben raised the question about threesomes again. This time I gave him a positive response. “Sure, that would be fun. I cannot remember how long it has been since I was the meat in a sandwich. Since you brought it up, you go and find him for us. Remember, safe sex only.” Whatever happened I was going to watch him very carefully.

Love being felched after being bred but can't seem to find a lot of tops who are into it. A couple of ex boyfriends used to love it but I've found a lot of hook ups, one and anons don't like to do it.

If I may add a thought there-- I did PS for my birthday/Memorial Day weekend/Nasty Kink pig weekend last year. Lets be upfront about 1 thing-Palm Springs is wonderful- but from Monday morning thru Friday afternoon, it can be very, very quiet- and if you are staying at a gay resort shelling out big money, you should have a packed pool to admire. So, I stayed at a Motel 6 right around the corner from Warm Sands and the cruisy area and a block from the ToolShed. Yeah, the sheets are 150 thread instead of 600, and the towels are smaller- but the room is something like $49 bucks versus $150 or more at a gay resort. AND- construction crews and laborers tend to stay at a Motel 6 during the week when out in the desert on a project- so you might get some blue collar cock. Most of the gay spots have day passes; and special mid week days when they are busier. Helios on Tuesday from noon til 5p has a silver daddy gathering- $10 day pass and maybe 50 guys at the pool or play room. Wednesday the CCBC resort has half price pass day/night, so the guys tend to head there for the cheaper entry ( and the week I was there they had a noon BBQ included !) Once you get in and get a feel for the city, you will discover which resort is the one to hit on any given day-- and even if you go to a resort and pay $10 to hang by their pool and it isn't jamming- so what- at least you aren't paying out $150 for solitude when you are hunting sleaze. Now, ass far as weekends- I definitely would suggest doing one of the resorts- All Worlds is a blend of what used to be 4 gay resorts, they have quite a few drop in on day or night passes, and have a video /encounter room with a sling in it ( I got fucked 90 minutes on the Friday night of Memorial Day weekend in that sling) CCBC is sleazy throughout and the nature trail and video buildings are always a good hook up --and with the layout of the rooms up on a hillside, cruising is an aspect of the property . The local gay weekly is online and is the DesertDailyGuide usual url ending. With a car- 2 things non sexual ( mid week maybe?? things to def do if you love hikiing/nature. Just above and west from PS is Whitewater, and there is a road off the interstate that will take you up the canyon. Used to be able to park and cruise the stream, but it has been closed off - ahem- due to fire danger ( and the gay men fucking along the stream too far away for the sheriff to get to them has nothing to do with it )BUT follow the road all the way up to the end, and Nature Conservancy has bought the land at the top- you can park safely and for free, and hike up or down the stream at your leisure. You might be lucky to be there while the condors are nesting- or you might find your own wildlife along the pathways. Donations for the upkeep ARE ASKED but not mandatory. The other thing, esp if you are in from the UK- is to explore for a day all of Joshua Tree National Forest east of Palm Springs. You could spend a month exploring this natural resource- and only scratch the surface of things to see and witness up there. While not a cruising spot, I did score there as well <g> And, I suppose the Tram is in order- out on the north end of the city and at the top of the mountain, it is one of those items you do as a tourist so you can see the sight, experience the ride up, and maybe do some walking around the top of the mountain and see some things you can take back to home and tell everyone about PS- PS is in the desert, as are rattle snakes, so don't go reaching under a rock or tree branch without knowing whats under there- in 20 years of visiting PS I have SEEN 2 rattlesnakes, and thought I heard one in the underbrush along the Whitewater stream once. Have fun, take pictures, and come back again

I really love to get piss in my ass. Consider it as one of the most natural tings my hole can be used for. Would love to lie on the floor with a hose deep inside me attached to a catheter. Let a bunch of guys drink, have fun, and have their personal toilet right in front of them.

Awesome thread! Finally got my boyfriend to piss in me after months of asking. He always claimed that it was too tight to pee, but I persisted. We fucked and he blew his load, I made him stay in me until he was semi hard and then he emptied his bladder filling me up. It was amazing and the best part besides the feeling was that he was able to just use me and then roll off and go back to sleep. no getting out of bed to take a piss.

The stud hooked his hands under my arms and effortlessly lifted me off my knees and plopped me on the couch. “Don’t move,” I was commanded and he went to get the duffel bag. I sat in the middle of the couch trying to catch my breath. He returned, dropped the bag on the floor, and went to his knees. He grabbed me under my knees and pushed my legs up roughly, forcing my ass up and my torso to sink further into the cushion. “Hold your legs there,” he ordered, handing me my legs. I took them, keeping myself bent in half, cunt hole exposed. “Look at that asshole gaping at me. It’s still so open.” And with that, he blew right into my pussy. I could easily feel the gust of air on my insides and immediately tightened my hole. He just laughed and dug into the bag for the first foreign object he would shove into my backside. When he hunched over to survey the different sized ass destroyers in the gym bag, I looked across the room from myself and saw that the opposing wall was predominantly mirrors. I saw myself – my red eyes, my face covered in dried snot and bile, my nips looking like two angry red spark plugs, legs in the air, my hairless ass pushed up and waiting for more abuse, three or four big handprints outlined in pink. And of course, there was my little less-than-five inch dick still hard as a stubby pencil making a pool of pussy boy precum on my defined abs. Oh, and he was right, my hole was slightly gaped still. Using my muscles, I managed to wink it shut but every time I relaxed, it gaped open again slightly. What was I doing? I was about to be injected with viral cum from this viciously virile man. He was going to hand down to me his terminal disease like a gift, leaving it to remember him by whenever I dealt with a consequence of the sickness he was putting into me. Why wasn’t I trying to make a run for it? Why wasn’t I fighting to escape? Because he would never let me. He was too powerful and I was too weak. He too much of a man and me anything but. I was right not to run, this was what I was made to do, like it or not. Stroking his massive oozing cock with one hand, he held a medium sized butt plug in his other hand. Squeezing his shaft repeatedly, he coaxed out glob after glob of precum onto the plug. Finally, he released his grasp and smeared his fluid all over the butt plug. He began to position it at the entrance to my gaping canal when I begged, “Please please that precum could get me sick.” “Oh, you want me to put it in dry? I’ll wipe off my precum,” he retorted. I couldn't imagine having this thing shoved in dry. I bit my bottom lip and began to tremble, “Okay, just put it in.” I was weeping softly as he pushed my O-ring wide with the butt plug. After being rammed by the mammoth he called a dick, the butt plug wasn’t so bad. It was a little tough getting over the wide bottom, but once it popped in, it just kind of nestle in my ass and was kind of relaxing. He pushed against the bottom of it, hitting a trigger in me, sending a chill of pleasure through my body that made me moan. He worked the plug in and out of me a few times and then abruptly pulled it from my hole. “Here, hold onto this,” he said nonchalantly and put the butt plug into my mouth. My lips wrapped around the tiny connector between the base and the plug, making me look in the mirror like a very deviant toddler sucking on a very dirty pacifier. Without warning, I realized he was pushing beads into my ass … each bead got progressively larger and I felt like I was running out of room, but that was impossible. His cock was much larger than all of those beads put together. He managed to get the final bead into me, leaving me feeling significantly more bloated than anything thus far. With one motion, he pulled the beads completely out of me causing me to whimper, drooling over the slimy plug in my mouth, and spurting a wave of precum from my boy dick. Like a worker on a conveyor belt, trained to do the same job over and over, he very systematically reinserted all of the beads. He didn’t pull them out though. He had a twist in store for me, and he sat up on his knees and pushed his cock into me again. Granted it still hurt like hell, but I knew how to manipulate my ass better to aid in accommodating him. His entrance pushed the beads further into me, hitting all sorts of different places, and making him groan. “Oh fuck, that feels good. I wish your fucking cunt came with these beads in it all the time.” He slowly pumped away for just a couple of minutes before slipping out of me and then yanking the beads out like a ripcord on a lawn mower. I let out a yelp, the butt plug falling from my mouth, bouncing off one of my defined pecs and down my tight stomach into my pool of precum. “One last toy before I get back in there,” he informed me as he threw the beads aside, and stuck his hand back in the duffel bag. From the bag he revealed a monster of a dildo. A pitch-black latex faux cock about the same length as my tormentor, but significantly thicker and a hell of a lot more veiny. My eyes bugged out and he snorted, “That’s right, bitch, you’re gonna’ feel this one.” Being realistic, he reached under the coffee table and pulled out a little box from which he got some lube that he poured all over this colon wrecker. After coating it with the lube, he positioned it at my hole and looked into my eyes. “You keep looking straight at me while this goes in,” he said, and I did. My ass had been worked over enough that it opened up to try and take this rubber cock as thick as a soup can. I felt my cunt stretch and strain as the stud applied consistent pressure to the dildo, forcing it into my chute and pushing my pussy walls wide. I whined, grunted, and moaned but I held my legs in place the entire time like a good bottom boy. Finally, he hit my inner ring and my eyes pleaded with him. “Not this time, but next time, this dildo is going through, understand?” I nodded furiously, thankful for the reprieve. Instead he started fucking the dildo in and out of me, causing me to quiver and scream from getting my guts dragged back and forth by the lubed latex. He stopped suddenly, leaving it ¾ of the way in me. From the box, he brought a small bottle that he gave a few shakes and then unscrewed the tiny lid. He shoved the bottle under my nose and pushed his finger against the opposing nostril. “Sniff in deep,” he order. It smelled acrid and chemical. He did the same to the other nostril and I obediently sniffed more of the fumes. In seconds, my head was swimming, my face felt flush, and the dildo more easily maneuvered my tight fuck hole. He began fucking it into me again, and my ass felt like it needed it…in fact, it popped through my inner ring. It still hurt and made me scream but it was my cunt that had loosened enough to allow it. “Atta’ boy,” he said and pulled the entire thing from my ass, throwing it aside and plunging the real thing balls deep in my gut. I cried out in pain again even though my ass immediately began milking him and my body tingled all over. Within a moment, the bottle was back under my nose and I was taking 2, 3, 4 deep sniffs of the unknown chemical. Heat rushed back to my cheeks, dizziness found my head, and my ass relaxed around the invading rocket lodged in my shitter. I was looking into his steely green eyes, my mouth agape making all sorts of noises when the oversized dildo that was just in my ass was shoved into my mouth. He continued to fuck my cunt with his cock while he fucked my face with the fake one. Mercilessly, I was skull fucked my this black sex toy tainted with my ass juice while he drilled me with his toxic pecker. Every time I would gag on the dildo, my ass would clench, making him let out a guttural groan. Finally, he pulled the rubber phallus from my mouth, slapped my face with it, and threw it aside, leaning over me to focus on his final domination (at least I thought it was his final one). His body pressed against mine as he continued to hammer in me, balls slapping against my bruised ass. I knew what was coming. “Please, please don’t. I don’t want to get sick,” I begged. “Do you not realize by now that this is what you’re made for? What you’re good for?” he asked sincerely, but cruelly. “But I’m afraid. Please don’t infect me.” “You love me, don’t you?” he asked. It was such a strange question. “What?” I asked, confused. “If you tell me that you love me and make me believe it, I’ll pull out,” he offered. He continued to rail me, gutting me with his amazing cock, as I looked straight into his eyes and breathed truthfully, “I love you. I’m in love with you.” He held my gaze for a second and then snorted evilly, “I know you do, you stupid cunt. But you’re just a hole to me. And you’re definitely getting bred today. You’re gonna’ leave this house well trenched and drenched.” Oh my God, he had just played me. Forced me to allow myself to be emotionally vulnerable and then mocked me for it, and I was still going to be filled with HIV cum. And all I was to him was a hole. That kept repeating in my head, and suddenly, my puny boy dick was shooting ribbon after ribbon of cum over my torso. “See, boy? This is your destiny. Boy cunt for sale, and you love it. You know that I’m still fucking you until I’m done, I don’t care how much it hurts.” I guess that a lot of bottoms have trouble getting fucked after they cum. Not the case with me, as I would find out. He kept hammering away and my pussy relaxed even more now that I had cum, and the bull was able to rut even deeper. Just to humiliate me more, he scooped up my semen and shoved it in my mouth. My cum didn’t taste nearly as good as his precum and I pinched my face from the taste as he forced me to eat and swallow my own jizz. I refocused on the fact that he was about to poz me and I started to squirm again. “Stop it,” he slapped my face, but I continued to whimper and wiggle. “Stop it,” he slapped me harder. “This is going to set you free, boy. You can fulfill your purpose now as an indiscriminate cum dump. No worries, no load turned away. That’s your future. And I’m going to see to it that no poz guy gets turned away from this hot hole.” I knew I couldn’t get away, so I asked, “It’s not for sure, right? I mean, just ‘cause you cum in me, doesn’t mean I’ll get it for sure, right?” Through a smile, he answered me, stroking my hair, “That’s right, boy. But that just makes it all the more fun when I pay your father rack rate to try again. Hell, that must be, what? Twenty-five? Thirty bucks?” He howled with laughter and picked up the pace of his drilling. His arms wrapped around my body and he spit in my face as he slammed into my boy cunt harder and harder. My inner ring was constantly being torn open by his vicious thrusting. Suddenly, I realized that my legs were wrapped around his waist, pulling him into me. No matter what my head said, I couldn’t help it. My body responded to this man’s domination and my legs continued to pull him into me, my pussy walls gyrating around his baby maker, begging to have my insides doused with his hot, toxic seed. His flexing stomach slapping against my spent dick and 8-pack, he began moaning loudly, “Here it comes, here comes my toxic cum. Right in that fucking cum dump. Fuck yeah, cunt, TAKE MY JIZZ! TAKE IT! I’M GONNA’ FUCK IT INTO YOUR GUT, FAGGOT! I’M CHANGING YOU INTO A POZ WHORE!” We were both bucking and thrusting against each other, grunting and groaning. "NO! NO! PLEASE DON'T CUM IN ME!!" I screamed and begged. "YOU DON'T GET A CHOICE IN THIS! YOUR HOLE BELONGS TO ME RIGHT NOW! I GET TO CHOOSE WHAT GOES IN IT! AND I CHOOSE MY FUCKING AIDS BABIES!" "NOOOO! PLEASE!!!!!" I pleaded. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, CUNT! HERE COME MY SWIMMERS! ENJOY MY BUG!" he yelled out. The cock inside of me inflated slightly, making me take a sharp inhalation of breath, and it began to pulse against my torn and battered ass walls. Hot jolts began to fill me and I knew his poison was shooting out of that bulbous head and hitting my deepest insides. My boy dick spasmed and a tiny bit more cum shot an inch onto my stomach. His balls were still draining into my cum hole, soaking my vulnerable tissue and blood vessels, marinating with my ass juice. The stud collapsed on me with ragged breathing, still pushing and pulling his meat into and from my ass hole, fucking his DNA into my exposed fucked out cock sleeve. We lay there with only his hips moving, forcing his softening dick in and out of my drenched hole. My legs were still wrapped around his hips, clearly not wanting to have to move beyond this moment, not wanting to enter the next moment where I had to face the severity of the situation. After about ten minutes, his hips stopped moving and he sighed, “I have to piss.” His cock popped out of my ass and I yelped a bit. The man that has just potentially infected me with HIV got up casually and headed to the bathroom. I looked across at the mirror to see my legs bent and spread, my pink ass held wide enough to view my gaping pink hole that now had a slightly more purple appearance. A thick white liquid drooled from my sloppy cunt. My pink pucker clenched tightly, sucking it back in. I guess it was hungry for it. I couldn’t control it. “OK,” I said, but he chuckled and turned back, “OK? You’re coming with me.” Oh fuck! I wasn’t done. More to come…