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So I was at Vaults in London recently for their Naked Night. First time for me, bit nervous, especially because there were 300+ guys there, and the atmosphere was beyond anything I've ever experienced. Had quite a few hot encounters during the night, here is the hottest... After spending a bit of time being passed around a group of guys in a public area, I decided to go for a bit of a walk, already a couple of cumshots in me. I run into a friendly-but-dominant-looking guy in a corridor, blond hair, sweet smile, fairly muscular, nice long smooth cock, who's obviously into me. Grabs my ass as I walk by. I turn to kiss him and pretty quickly, he spins me round and slides inside me, fucking me up against the wall. He takes his time, fucking slow and deep - which feels REALLY good - I can feel his every move inside me - but we're kind of blocking the corridor here. He asks if I want to take it to somewhere more private, but I say, let's go more public - back to the public area where I was being passed around before. He puts me on my back, throws my legs onto his shoulders and gets himself comfortable inside me, before starting to fuck firm and steady. He really knows what he's doing, this one. Not like a jackhammer, but he fucks deep and firm and rhythmic, tripping off some psychedelic body orgasms in me. It just feels really fucking good with his bare cock inside me. He changes rhythm, speeds up but still deep and firm, and I'm watching his face. "Play with my nipples" he says "Pull them hard" and of course I get to work. Playing, pulling, tweaking because I think I know what's coming... He's close, pushing his whole body against me til I'm kinda balanced on my shoulders rather than on my back. And then suddenly I feel this hot rush inside me. He keeps fucking me as he's cumming and oh my god it feels like there's so much!! Spurt after spurt inside me it seems, for about 30 seconds He's got his eyes closed, in pleasure heaven, head slightly bowed, but body still tense, and he's breathing real deep. So am I. From somewhere I find the words: "Wow, that was fucking amazing..." "Hang on," he says, pushing slowly in real deep, "I'm still cumming" Wow! I realise I can still feel that warm rush getting bigger, like he's still got a couple of spurts left, or maybe it's just oozing out of him into me now. Fuck knows, but he's blowing my mind. My eyes are wide open, breathing deep and orgasmic in my whole body, and I'm watching him. Waiting to see if I can feel another shot into me. My hands on his chest now, inwardly praying for more... I feel so fucking full! Slowly he starts to relax, and I swear it's been over a minute since he started cumming, and then suddenly - bang! - one final body spasm and I'm sure I feel another little spurt into me. Wow wow. A ninety second cumshot. I've never experienced anything like it. I beg him not to pull out of me, but to fuck some of that cum into me, but he's obvious shattered and pulls out within a minute or so. I try to hold it in, and within about five minutes - while still talking to this guy as we've gone back to the corridor! - someone else is doing a good job of fucking that cum into me! The most amazing thing is he comes back after an hour and does nearly the same thing again. Sixty second cumshot this time, and he's got me up against the wall in a private area this time. And because I really know what's coming this time, when he starts to cum he makes growl like the dirty fucking animal I am!! That cum stayed in me for hours, if not the whole night, but the memory... oh Sweet Fucking Bareback Jesus that memory's gonna be with me for a lot longer!!

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.

Part 3. "Why did you come here?" Dan had been asking himself the same question that the muscly, tattooed guy now fucking his hole with fervour, asked. "I want it" Dan moaned his face to one side against the cool white wall of the dark corridor. Both hands were against the wall and the stud now fucking him had his hands on both dan's hips as he forced his cock into Dan's smooth tight hole. "What do you want, slut? Tell me" his aggressor demanded. "Poz" Dan could barely vocalise his desire, but he knew that word was in it. "You want poz dick, poz loads, or you want me to give you a poz dick of your own?" Questioned the tattoo stud "yes. Please!" Was all Dan could manage to say, his brain clouded with vodka, poppers and lust. "I'm gonna give you all three, so get ready. My load is toxic, no meds here, just my precum is you is already ruining you" Dan felt a stab of fear momentarily but it was swiftly overwhelmed by carnal desire as the cock inside him hit his sweet spot over and over. "You'll remember this night, remember me pozzing you, you'll jerk off over this for years", Dan was already jerking like crazy edging himself to brink and back, not willing to cum before he'd accepted another load inside him. "I know you're type, a proper chaser. You started off being a safe puppy but after your first bare fuck you know you'd never do it any other way. I bet you spend hours reading stories online of guys getting stealthed and gifted. Now you're finally doing it for real!" He was right, Dan knew, that was exactly how it happened. He knew how fucked up it was, and he couldn't even remember when it was that every time he jerked off he was thinking about being pozzed. He'd tried to find ways to forget about it, but only fucking bareback could come close to satisfying his need. He'd meet guys who wanted it raw, set his Grindr filter to 'poz', he'd stealthed those boys who weren't willing to take it raw, but this was what that had all been leading up to. He felt the sweaty body of his stud pressing against him, his cock forcing its way inside deeper and deeper. He'd seen how this tattooed top had pumped full the twink on the bed, filling him with seed, infecting him from the inside, and now he craved it. "Fuck, I gonna cum in you. I hope you wanna be poz for real, cause it's about to happen!" With that he felt his hole stretched wider that it had been before and the warmth of cum exploding inside him. It seemed like forever before his cock stopped pulsing inside Dan, but eventually he pulled out, and turning his latest bottom prize around found Dan's lips, kissing him passionately. Tattoo rand his hands over Dan's slim, toned body, rubbing his thick hard cock and worked his lips downwards, kissing and caressing as he went. His mouth found Dan's cock and Dan threw his head back as the stud expertly sucked him. He felt a finger in his hole, pushing the fresh cum deeper inside and Dan let out a moan as his cock tensed and he exploded for the second time, sending wave after wave of cum down the tattooed stud's throat. Dan sank down the wall to the floor and moments later he found himself with a large O written in red on his chest. He admired the muscled behind of his latest gifter walking away down the corridor as he put his fingers to his hole, he could almost feel the burning of the toxic seed inside him as it started to invade him. With a smirk, at nothing in particular, he pulled himself up and walked down the dim corridor to the next room with an open door wondering what on earth else might be in store tonight. To be continued...

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.

In the recent EU referendum here in the UK I voted to stay. When I heard the country had voted to leave I was angry. Yada yada yada get onto the bit about fucking and breeding!! When I heard the news at 5am I was in a sauna in London. This guy had been following me around for a bit, but I'd been avoiding him because his cock was like 9 inches plus and girthy... a bit much for me usually. But the bad news just flicked a switch in my head: I want the biggest cock I can find and fuck it if it hurts. So Girthy Man and me ended up in a room together - I told him to keep the door open in case others wanted to watch - he bent me over and frankly he was as rough as his cock was girthy. He struggled to get it in me at first - I guess anger makes me tight ha ha - and up til that point I'd just used spit. Lube added, and he opened me up nicely... I say nicely. It did fucking hurt, and he wasn't gentle, and I didn't fucking care. Just found that sweet self-destructive part inside of me, and let him fucking destroy me. No words, no changing positions to get comfy, just him pounding me for about 15 minutes, hand between my shoulder blades holing me down. At one point I gritted my teeth and just said: 'Harder' - I could feel myself wanting to stop so I had to fight it - but he ignored me and kept the same rhythm, same intensity. He didn't give a fuck about what I wanted at all. Just at the point where I was starting to give up, he suddenly blasted into me, and changed to long, slow, pounding to maximise his pleasure of jizzing into me. His cum instantly eased my soreness, instantly made me feel all better. And then he was done. Pulled out. Walked off. I'm left ass gaping and dripping, and despite the cum easing me, my ass still hurt. Joyous pain. Fucking yes. Saw him in the changing rooms about 10 minutes later. He'd heard the news now too. Looked happy. Turned out he'd voted to leave. Ha ha fucking perfect, story of my fucking life.

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.

Was cruised by an older white guy in a sauna. He and a 30 something Chinese stud took turns fucking me, sharing the same condom. Later, the Chinese guy bred me. Afterward, an older, muscular asian guy fingered me hard and shoved his dick in without lube, and filled me up. I was exhausted, but so happy.

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

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

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

My name is Lee, I’m 36, 5’10”, average build, and I’m told I’m very handsome. I have been a prude sexually most of my life. I was a church kid growing up, then joined the military at 18. I didn’t lose my virginity until my early 20's, being too afraid to get caught under DADT. Even after I started having sex I didn’t sleep around, only having sex with men that I was dating. That being said, despite my prudish past I’d always hated condoms. To me it killed the mood when you had to stop to put a condom on, and I hated the lack of closeness condoms injected into sex. I finally had my first hookup at the age of 26 when I moved across the country to a new city, but the guy developed feelings for me and I swore them off off for years after that. Things were much the same when I met my only true long term boyfriend, Kyle. I knew Kyle from Recon, a site I’m sure many of you are familiar with. We’d chatted off and on for over a year, but he was friends with the guy I’d hooked up with, so I avoided meeting him in person even though we shared a lot of the same fetish interests. He finally asked me out and I relented, and just like so many others I made Kyle wait a long time before we had sex. But sex with Kyle was different. Unlike every other guy I’d been with, he never asked for a condom and I never asked him to put one on. From the first time he fucked me and filled me with his cum I knew I would never go back to condoms. During Kyle and I’s almost 4-year relationship we both remained active in the fetish community, attending events like MAL and IML, maintaining profiles on Recon, and having playtime with other kinky guys (almost always unprotected). Kyle introduced me to his fetishes, which included fisting, and he started stretching my hole to try to fist me. During this time, I met a guy named Ryan on Recon, and he introduced me to the site that would change my life for good: Breeding Zone. At first I only read the General Bareback section, and the stories were enough to get me off. However, I always saw the Bug Chasing and Chem Sex sections staring back at me, though I couldn’t bring myself to read them. Things changed once Ryan sent me a link to a story on Breeding Zone in the Gift Giving section, despite my misgivings on the topic I read the story and I was more turned on than I had been in years. I was hooked. At first I read the Gift Giving stories, but I eventually graduated to the Chem Sex stories which turned me on even more. I had introducted Kyle to Breeding Zone as well, and he knew I was turned on by these stories, but we ended our relationship before we could explore them. After my breakup with Kyle I wasn’t feeling as prudish, but I knew deep down that I had turned into a bug chaser, so I avoided sex for quite a while. Finally, I knew that wasn’t a long term solution, and PrEP was becoming more widely available, so I went to my doctor and got a prescription. I took it dutifully for over 2 years, but deep down I knew I still hungered for a poz guy to own my hole. Separately, I had also been trying to take a fist since I was with Kyle, and since poppers weren’t enough for me to open up, I was convinced I was going to need chemical assistance to take my first fist. Enter Pup, a very sexy, poz, mid-30’s friend of mine. Pup and I started chatting on Scruff right around the same time I began taking PrEP, when I was finally more comfortable chatting with poz guys. Pup was partnered at the time and undetectable, which made me feel safe even though it was just chat, and we developed a good long distance friendship (he lives in a southern state almost 1,000 miles away from me). Last year he told me that he and his partner had split, but the more interesting thing to me was that Pup was into fisting, and he informed me that he had gotten into PNP. I told him about my frustration with not being able to take a fist, and he assured me that PNP would allow my hole to open up once and for all. However, he also informed me that if I played with him he only slammed. Regardless of this fact I knew I had to try it. He also made sure that I knew he was positive, and there was still a small possibility that I could be infected if we played. I assured him I was aware of the risks and I was fine with them. Pup and I chatted for months about meeting, and we finally agreed in January of this year on a date: Easter weekend. I was nervous but I knew that I needed to meet him. I genuinely liked the guy and he was going to help me fulfill my fisting desires. I made sure I was clear with him ahead of time that I only was going to PNP to get fisted, and he agreed. Other than that we didn’t discuss too many particulars of what our weekend together would entail. I got on a plane after work on the Thursday before Easter and flew to his city, and took an Uber to his apartment. He had a friend of his let me into the apartment, and he gave me some instructions to prepare for the weekend. I followed his instructions, but once he got home I think he could tell I was nervous, so we agreed to hold off on PNP until the next day so we could get to know each other better. We went to a sex toy store and picked up some supplies, and then he fucked me before we passed out for the night. The next day we had a short conversation about limits. “How do you feel about having other guys join us? I have another guy that wants to fuck you.”, he told me. “I don’t know if I’m comfortable with that just yet. It’s a fantasy of mine, but I’m really just here to take my first fist.”, I replied. “How about we play it by ear?”, he asked. “That works for me.” “What are you most concerned about with slamming, boy?” “I just want to make sure I get sleep, and that I take my PrEP.” “I’ll make sure you get sleep, boy, but your PrEP is your responsibility”, he responded, quickly ending the exchange. After that he told me it was time to slam, and he explained the entire process of what was happening as he fixed our slams. “Get your phone out, boy. You’re going to want this on video.” “Are you sure? I’m not sure I want this on my phone.” “Trust me, in a few minutes you won’t care, and you’re going to want to watch this later.” Though I was hesitant I agreed to record it. I was so nervous I was already tingling all over as he tied the tourniquet around my arm and prepared to insert the needle. “This is just a small slam, .20.”, he explained as he showed me his own slam for comparison, which contained over twice as much. “Get the camera ready, boy.” I started recording. I saw the register, the red tinged liquid disappeared, and he snapped the tourniquet off of my arm. What followed was unlike anything I’d experienced in my life up until that moment. Most people on here describe a warm feeling after a slam, for me it felt opposite. It felt like a chill was spreading throughout my body (but in the best possible way) and Pup took my phone from me to film my reaction. I was euphoric beyond my own comprehension, and had trouble even forming words for a few minutes. Suddenly my inhibitions had melted away. Pup started questioning me. “What do you want, boy?” “I want to take my first fist”, I answered. Pup shut off my phone and kept asking me questions. “You want me to invite some other guys to try out your hole, boy?” “You can invite anyone you want, Sir.” “You haven’t earned the right to call me Sir, call me Pup.”, he growled. I stammered an apology, and he asked a few more questions that are kind of fuzzy to me now. But then he asked a question I didn’t expect, and that I’ll never forget, “You’re a bugchaser, aren’t you, boy? You want to get pozzed this weekend?” To be continued…

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

I'm 31 but look about 25, I am 5'11", athletic build with dark blond/light brown hair. I am pretty much smooth all over, except my legs which are pretty hairy. I have an amazing arse and make an excellent bottom boy. I've been barebacking since my teens. I hope you enjoy the story. It was Thursday evening at last and the start of my long weekend off work. I’d had to work the previous four weekends but now it was my time to relax. I drove home, it was a beautiful hot summer evening and the weather forecast was promising non-stop sunshine. I got out of my uniform as soon as I walked in through the front door and headed for a shower. As I dried myself off I texted my dealer asking if he was around this evening and if he could sort me out with some gear. He was free around 20:30 and the price was good– it was a big order so I got bulk discount. I dried myself off, making sure that I was completely smooth all over, threw on a pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt before heading to my dealer’s place. I knocked on the door and one of his regulars answered the door, I gave him a hug and walked in, kicking my flip-flops off in the hallway. There were three other regulars there, all sitting around drinking cans of coke and enjoying a spliff. Kirk, my dealer, was sat in an armchair at the end of the room weighing out small bags of gear and decanting GHB into smaller bottles. Kirk is black, in his early 40s, poz and is rumoured to have a massive cock with a metal ring through the end of it. I have no idea how true this is, he’s just my mate and my dealer. He looked up, saw me and smiled. I walked over to him and gave him a big hug; his muscled arms wrapped around me and gave me a squeeze. He gestured for me to sit down and told me that he was just measuring out the last of the gear for me. I put the cash on the table in front of him, he didn’t have to count it; he knew that I was good for the £250. We made small talk and I told him about my plan to get completely fucked up over the weekend. He smiled and laughed and said he wished he was young enough to join in. He passed my the bags of mcat and crystal meth, a bottle of GHB and a bottle of poppers, and a pack of ten Viagra to keep the party going. I thanked him, waved goodbye to his regulars and headed out the door. Back in the car I checked the gear that he’d given me and saw an extra bag of gear with a winky smiley drawn on in black marker. I didn’t know what it contained but if it was from Kirk, I knew it would be good. I drove home, stripped off, did a couple of small lines to get me started and opened Grindr. I had 10 old messages saying “hey” or “hi”, but nothing worth reading so I deleted them and changed my profile name to “HnH raw bttm”. I scanned the profiles and it was mostly the same pics that were always there, but a new one caught my eye: Joey, 24, white, hung top, 4 miles away. I messaged him with a pic of my arse and body and asked if he was free tonight. To my surprise he messaged back straight away with a pic of his beautiful cock with a big head and a drop of precum oozing out the end. He said he was visiting from Brighton but his mates had let him down at the last minute so he was looking for somewhere to crash tonight. I said he could stay at mine if he was cool with chems and bareback. He replied with a load of winky smileys and asked for more pics. We sent a few more back and to and he was gorgeous so I sent him my address. He told me that he wanted me blindfolded on all fours on my bed wearing a jockstrap with a buttplug in. I told him that I only had big buttplugs and he replied, “the bigger the better”. I agreed and said that I’d be ready and waiting for him. I prepared some bombs of mcat and crystal meth in Rizzla papers, made up a couple of drinks with GHB in and popped a Viagra. The fresh bottle of poppers were on the bedside table and were so strong that I almost got high from just taking the lid off. Joey was about 5 minutes away so I lubed up the buttplug, took some mcat and GHB, three deep hits of poppers and squatted over it. I felt it cold against my hole and pushed down on to it, feeling it opening my hole and stretching me, then it popped in and I felt a rush flow up through my body. I had a line of crystal meth, put on my jockstrap and blindfold and waited. After a couple of minutes I heard someone open the front door and let themselves in, they came up the stairs and walked in through my bedroom door. Neither of us said a word. I listened to him get undressed and he headed over to the bed where I was waiting on all fours, my plugged ass in the air. I took a couple of hits of the poppers and waited, precum poured from my cock from the excitement. He was behind me, he leant over and gently kissed both of my ass cheeks and ran a finger around the base of the buttplug, stroking my ring. Then, without warning, he grabbed the plug firmly and pulled it straight out of me leaving my hole gaping wide open. I shouted “fuck” but he told me to shut up and take some more poppers whilst he rubbed some of the crystal meth around the inside of my gaping hole. It started to burn as the crystals rubbed my delicate insides, but then a feeling of warmth and extreme horniness spread through me and I was begging him to ruin my hole. He leant over me, the tip of his precum covered cock just teasing my arse and whispered in my ear “do you really want me to ruin your cunt forever?”. “Yes!” I replied, taking two more deep hits of poppers and sending myself higher than I had ever been before. “OK” he said and pushed all 9 inches of his cock into me in one go. It felt amazing but then he started to push his hand inside me too, finger after finger entered my hole beside his cock until his whole hand was inside me and he was fucking my stretched out hole, rubbing his precum all over my insides. He started fucking and fisting me at the same time, wave after wave of intense please pulsed through me as he got rougher and rougher. He whispered in my ear “Where do you want my load?”. “Inside me” I replied. “You are bleeding, are you sure?”, “Fuck yes” I said as I imagined his thick creamy load shooting deep into my guts. His pounding got quicker and then he stopped with his dick completely inside me and he started wanking himself off. He grunted and I felt his whole body spasm as he shot a weeks worth of cum into my ruined bleeding hole. He pulled his cock and fist out of me at the same time and immediately replaced them with the buttplug. “Stay there” he said, “I’ve got another present for you”. Long Weekend – Part 2 He got off the bed and went over to his pile of clothes where he messaged someone on his phone before coming back to the bed. He told me to turn over and sit up, which I did, and he gave me one of the premade bombs of mcat and crystal meth and I swallowed it with the drink laced with GHB. After he’d helped me with a glass of water to wash away the taste he told me that his friends hadn’t let him down but were actually in a van outside and he’d messaged them to come in. I asked how many and how old they were, he told me that there were three of them, two other young guys like him, 23 and 26, and their daddy, 48, who had the thickest cock he’s ever seen and had piercings along the whole length of it. By now the chems had really kicked in and I couldn’t think about anything other than getting my hole used and seeded. The idea of these four guys taking turns to breed me seemed like heaven so of course I agreed. He told me to take some more poppers to get me really flying and then they would start using my holes. After the second hit of poppers I heard them coming up the stairs, I was still blindfolded but I could hear three new voices. The older guy, who they all called Daddy, told them to unpack the equipment and set it up by the bed. I asked what equipment and they told me that it was a video camera and tripod and a few straps and sex toys. I could’ve tried to refuse but there were four of them and only one of me, and I was so high that I would agree to anything. Whilst the three lads set up the camera, Daddy stripped off and got on to the bed, pushing my on to my back and propping my plugged arse up on pillows to make it more accessible. He gently teased the buttplug and pulled it out of me slowly, allowing a stream of pink cum to run out of my gaping hole. Daddy scooped some of it up with his fingers and pushed it back into my hole, then used the rest to smear over his thick pierced cock. He slapped my exposed hole with the head of his rapidly hardening cock, causing the piercings down the length of his shaft to jangle against each other. He positioned the head of his cock against my hole, took a hit of poppers and then held the bottle under my nose for six long slow hits. My hole opened up and he started to push his thick pierced cock inside me. I had never been fucked my a pierced cock before and every piercing sent a new wave of slutty pleasure through my body as they forced their way in through my ring and rubbed against my prostate. It was definitely the thickest cock I had ever had and I felt so full. Daddy asked me if I liked his cock and all I could do was whimper in a mix of pleasure and pain. He slid in and out of me slowly, the metalwork in his cock rubbing my delicate insides, and his three sons were watching and wanking. Daddy pulled out and rubbed some more crystal meth around my gaping hole to make me hornier and sluttier and more relaxed. After the burn had subsided and he had pushed his cock back inside me I begged for more. He told his youngest son, Josh, to slide his cock into me at the same time. After a couple of changes of position, Josh’s 8 inch cock was hammering in and out of my hole whilst Daddy enjoyed the new tightness. I could tell that Daddy was getting close to cumming because his breathing was deeper and his groans were more frequent. He told Josh to pull out and to hold my cunt wide open with both hands and then he wanked himself off all over my hole before telling Josh to fist it into me. It burned as Josh fisted it deep into my guts and it felt like no cum I’d ever had before. I asked Daddy what had happened and he chuckled and said “Welcome to the family, you belong to me now, you’re carrying my strain”. He got off the bed and told Josh and Zack, the eldest, to finish me off. They got me on all fours and spitroasted me, taking turns to use my hole and my mouth, the taste of poz cum on their cocks. Joey, who had been quietly operating the video camera, came over to the bed and released my rock hard cock from my jockstrap and started to wank me, more and more precum oozed out of my cock as he played with my sensitive head. “I’m going to suck your last ever load of neg cum out of you” he said as he slid underneath me to suck me off and watch his brothers breed my hole. As Zack shot the last drop of cum into my hole and pushed the buttplug back to keep it all inside, I came into Joey’s mouth, the most powerful orgasm of my life. I collapsed onto the bed with a massive smile on my face and four poz loads in my sloppy greedy hole. Long Weekend – Part 3 I had lost all track of time and couldn’t even tell if it was day or night. I slipped the blindfold off and looked around my room. At first I wasn’t sure if I had imagined what had just happened but I could hear the guys downstairs and my arse was sore and plugged. I slipped the cum-drenched jockstrap off and put it in the laundry basket before putting a towel around my waist and heading for the shower. The hot water felt amazing against my skin and I gingerly squatted down and eased the plug out of my arse. A huge blob of thick pinky white cum fell out of me, followed by a stream of yet more cum. I touched my hole with my fingers and it wasn’t closing. I tried to clench but it just stayed open and gaping. I finished washing, towelled myself off and headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. The four guys were in the lounge watching porn on the TV. I downed my glass of water and sat down on the sofa between two of them. None of them were in their 20s or 30s, they were all older guys in their 40s and 50s who had duped me with false photos and I had been blindfolded. Each of them had a large toxic symbol tattooed above his cock and they smiled as I realised what had happened. Daddy, the oldest guy in his late 50s, explained that they had all been poz for at least twenty years and had never had any treatment so their viral loads were as high as possible. The told me that they enjoyed pozzing slutty young bottom boys like me and increasing the size of their poz family. Before I could reply, Daddy asked me what my deepest darkest fantasy was now that there were no repercussions. I sat quietly for a bit, thinking, and then said that it was being gang raped by hung black poz guys and being fisted between each cock until my rosebud hung out. All four guys smiled and nodded – they definitely approved and their cocks were hardening again. Daddy asked me if I knew of anyone could help so I nodded and went upstairs to get my phone. I texted my dealer Kirk and explained what had happened and asked if he’d be up for joining in, then I texted my mate Tim from back home and told him what had happened and asked if he was free to come down for the weekend. Tim and I had had a dirty weekend of breeding and fisting in a hotel a couple of years previously and it was his goal to give me a permanent rosebud. I waited for a reply then realised that it was Friday morning and they would probably still be asleep. To my surprise, Kirk replied first and said that he wasn’t free until the afternoon but he was definitely up for breeding my hole with his poz cum. Then he sent me a photo of his cock and the rumours were not wrong – it was huge with a big metal ring through the end of it. And above his cock, tattooed but slightly hidden by his pubes, was a toxic symbol. I replied with a message of my ruined hole and told him that I couldn’t wait for later. Tim replied about half an hour later and explained that he had work, but when I told him what our plan was and that he could actually live his fantasy and turn my rosebud inside out, he called into work saying he was ill and started the drive down to my place. By the time Tim and Kirk arrived the four guys had all dumped at least one more load in me and ravaged my hole with the selection of toys that they had brought with them. After the introductions, Daddy took me upstairs to my bedroom where my bed had been pushed to one side and a sex swing had been erected with plastic sheeting to protect the floor. One video camera had been attached to the top of the frame looking straight down at where my arse would be, and the other was on a tripod looking at my arse. Daddy helped me to prepare some drinks laced with GHB and large bombs of mcat, crystal meth, and the mysterious powder that Kirk had given me for free. I took two large bombs with a drink of GHB before getting into the sling and Daddy strapped my feet up before rubbing a generous dose of crystal meth inside my hole. He passed me a fresh bottle of extra strong poppers and asked me if I was ready. I nodded, took a couple of huffs of the poppers and relaxed back into the sling. I was absolutely flying by the time Kirk walked in through the door, his massive black cock pointing straight out in front of him. I looked at him and said “Breed me”. Without putting any lube or spit on his cock or my hole he just shoved the whole thing inside me and started fucking me mercilessly. I could feel the big metal ring rubbing against my prostate and up through my second ring. He looked deep into my eyes and said “Beg for it”. I took two more hits of poppers so that my hole was as open as it could be and started chanting “Breed me with your poz load” over and over again. His thrusts got deeper and I could feel his cock getting harder and thicker inside me. Then he exploded inside my hole and continued to fuck me hard, rubbing his toxic load into my guts. He slapped my face hard and shouted open your mouth before spitting on my face. I licked my lips and he did it again before pulling out and shouting for Tim to come upstairs. As Tim walked in, I was licking the mixture of blood, cum and ass juices off Kirk’s cock. Tim scooped up some of the cum that had dribbled onto the floor and used it to lube up his fists before ramming one inside me. He punch fucked me for a few minutes and then started pushing his second fist inside. Kirk held the bottle of poppers under my nose and made me take hit after hit. Soon both of Tim’s fists were punching in and out of me and my hole felt amazing. He pushed both fists in as deep as they would go and and then pulled them out quickly at the same time, causing some of my rosebud to come out of my hole completely. He stood there and stared at it. I was too loose and relaxed to suck it back inside myself, it just hung there, dripping with poz cum. He massaged my delicate insides with his hands and then started to fuck them with his precum covered cock. Waves of pleasure shot through my body as Tim added his load to my sloppy ruined cunt. He pulled out and walked around the sling so I could suck his cock clean. He looked into my eyes and said “I’m poz too, always have been” and winked. I looked up at him, his cock still in my mouth, and smiled. Long Weekend - Part 4 The guys unloaded their fucking machine from the back of the van and attached it to the frame of the sex swing, lining up the large ribbed dildo with my ruined hole. My arse was so full of cum that I didn’t need any lube, but they rubbed a generous portion of crystal meth over the end of the dildo to push it deep into my hole. They turned on the fucking machine and it slowly started to slide in and out of my cunt, I was in heaven. They turned up the speed until it was running at maximum and the dildo was just a blur as it pounded my hole relentlessly. They gave me another bomb of chems with some GHB and left me there with a bottle of poppers. They took my phone downstairs and logged into my Grindr account, updating the profile name to “No load refused” and started chatting to anyone who showed any interest. Within an hour they had 8 confirmed guys to come over and breed me, from 19 to 72 years of age. They came upstairs after an hour to find me in a world of euphoria, covered in my own cum and with a messy gaping cummy hole that offered no resistance to the relentless assault from the fuck machine. They switched it off and pulled it out of me before undoing my straps and helping me out of the swing and into the shower. They washed me and made me presentable for the queue of guys who were waiting to breed me. They had been told that there were no limits and no rules, except that their loads had to go up my ass. To avoid having lots of different cars arriving at the house and drawing unwanted attention, they decided to take me in the van to a local area of woodland that was well known for cruising. The 8 guys would meet us there and take turns breeding me. I put on a jockstrap, some loose shorts and a t-shirt and jumped into the back of the van, which had a mattress in. Joey drove with Josh and Zack beside him in the front. Daddy, Kirk and Tim got in the back with me and took turns fucking me as we drove to the woods. Once we were there, Kirk asked if I’d ever tried slamming before. I said that I hadn’t and that I wasn’t keen on trying. Kirk winked at Daddy and Tim and they pinned me down so that Kirk would inject me with a decent hit of crystal meth. I felt the sharp point of the needle and then they released the tourniquet, the rush engulfed my body and I coughed hard before falling back on to the mattress. I was in outer space and could think of nothing but filling my hole; it was so hungry; it needed to be filled. Daddy saw the hunger in my eyes and lay on his back and told me to sit on his thick pierced cock, then Kirk came up behind me and slid his monster black cock inside me at the same time. I was in heaven as they fucked me. There was a knock at the back door and Tim opened in cautiously. It was the 19-year-old, he was tall and muscular and was wearing a pair of tight gym shorts and a tank top. A large patch of precum was seeping across his shorts, that were tight against his big cock. Clearly turned on by the site of my hole being raped by these two older guys, he jumped into the back of the van and unleashed his veiny cock. Daddy and Kirk pulled out and put me on my back ready to receive this 19-year-old’s seed. His balls were the size of eggs and hung low in a perfectly smooth ballbag. He milked his cock and a glob of yellow green goo eased out of his piss slit. The other guys looked at him and said “no load refused” and pulled my legs back to expose my trashed hole. The 19-year-old rubbed the infectious puss over my hole and then slammed into me with all his weight. He reached over me and picked up a large dildo and told me to take some poppers. Tim held the poppers under my nose as the 19-year-old lad forced the dildo into my hole beside his cock, then he picked up another one and tried to do the same, but it was a bit too big. “Give him some more chems” he said as he fucked my hole with his dick and the dildo. Kirk pulled out the bag with the winky smiley on it and said “this is what he needs” before mixing some with GHB, mcat, crystal meth and Red Bull. I downed the mixture and Kirk gave me another slam. Five minutes later both dildos were firmly in my hole and the 19-year-old was close to cumming. Tim went behind the 19-year-old and without warning pushed his precum-covered dick up his tight hole. The 19-year-old screamed for Tim to stop but Daddy and Kirk pinned him down on top of me and spread his ass cheeks so Tim could fuck him easier. I held the poppers under the 19-year-old’s nose and he soon started enjoying the fuck and moaning. Then I felt his cock twitch and unload his dirty spunk deep into my hole. His hole tightened around Tim’s cock and Tim shot his poz load up the young lads hole. He thought the fucking was over but then the three blokes who had been in the front of the van came to take turns with their new fuck toy. After he’d taken loads from everyone, he was sent away to find more guys.

This sounds really stupid and i am sure its just a coincidence, but i have been trying to get fisted by this one poz(undetectable) top. He has been fisting bottoms for years, so yes lots of Crisco, take lots of time, but he has never been able to get his fist in, very close, but just not able. He says i have a very small frame, but if i practised with butt plugs he will fist me. An order was placed for a set of Doc Johnson tapered plugs. Got to the point i can easily take the largest 7 1/2" circumference one. Still not able to get his fist in, so got a Doc Johnson round plug with a 9" circumference. Been trying to get it in for nearly 2 months, but just too big. Got home from a trip which i took Delta. They handed out little bottles of water, 8 1/4" circumference. got home and before i knew it it was in my ass! Left it in to open me up while i lubed up the round plug. Could easily squat onto the bottle and fuck myself with it and while gaping tried to get the 9" in me. Just wouldnt pop past the wide part. the back to the water bottle and as i squatted on it, it hit my prostate and milked it. i big blob of fluid came out and i caught it on the round one. i squeezed a big squirt out with a muscle contraction and the fluid mixed with the Crisco on the 9"cher. i pushed the bottle out and squatted back into the round plug. So this is the stupid part i am sure, but it just felt different on my hole this time. As i wriggled around on it i just felt myself opening up and it just popped in! Very painful, but it was in. So does the seminal fluid on my cunt make a difference? Does my cunt recognise sperm and relax more? Stupid i am sure

Ha ha yeah. And a friend has already asked me a similar question: what was your first reaction to the referendum result? I really didn't have the heart to tell her!!

Yesterday I was getting hornier as the day went on. Most of the time I'm happy to go fuck a reg bottom bud, but the hornier I get, the sluttier I get and want cum! At 5:00 I had a 2 hour drive ahead of me. I texted a reg top buddy and also got on bbrt to tell a new "anon" top I've been talking to that I was in the mood tonight - would be home in a couple hours. Both of these guys are attached so timing is key, and I knew Sunday night might be a challenge for free time. Both messaged back they would let me know, so figured that's a "no" lol When I got home and showered, I got back on bbrt and had a message from the new guy that tonight wouldn't work - how about lunch time one day? ok, but didn't meet my needs right then. But then I scrolled my buddy list and one of my favorite occasional suck buddies was online, and my goal changed. He's a sexy muscular mid-30s party boy - fat cock stays rock hard whatever he's on. I'm 6' 170 pounds, he's an inch taller than me and about 15 pounds more muscle. Been connecting with him for about 5 years but very randomly - like once every 6 months or even less....usually after we've both been edging and horny as fuck. He always tells me he wants my piss and cum in his mouth, but reality is I pretty much always cum just from sucking his cock cuz he's so hot, and that triggers him to cum in my mouth with my load on the floor. Last night I was determined not to cum too fast and see if he'd take my load - I tried to let him do most of the sucking. As usual we were both horny as fuck. I had bb orgy porn going as usual but he was acting a little hungrier than usual sucking me down balls deep. When we were texting, I told him I wanted to swap cum and snowball our loads. In between sucking each other we were making out deep, wet and sloppy kissing. When I was getting close, I told him to get ready for my cum and he kept sucking deeper. I held his mouth on my cock as I unloaded in his mouth, but I let him up pretty fast so he could stand up and make out with my cum. I got the taste in my mouth and went down on him fast and his load triggered instantly in my mouth. I stood right back up to make out with his cum and he kept jacking his cock fast with his cum and my spit as lube . In less than a minute he was blowing another load and pushed me down to swallow it and clean him off. I hope it's not another 6 months before we're exchanging loads again!!

versbbguy i'm all about giving hot hungry guys what they really want!

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

Previously... So there I was bearing a tray of MDMA and trussed up better than a leather-freak at Folsom. I looked down at the jutting oak-beam staircase, hearing the throbbing house beats coming from below and thought “better begin my descent…” Right so... Taking it easy, I descended down the steps. Someone was playing some slick R&B and it took me a while to figure out the song just before the chorus struck – “No Diggity!” Ah of course! I was a little annoyed with myself that I didn’t get it quicker, but I was mostly concentrating on getting down the precarious stairs without falling flat on my face… or worse, spilling the drugs. First thing I thought, heading down, was “fuck it’s hot with all this gear on”. The room temperature didn’t help and I guess having a lot of guys fucking in a confined space for the last six hours will heat things up literally. The lighting was also really dim and I could barely see out of the mask. On the last step I tripped and almost dropped all the drugs when I was suddenly grabbed by two stunning black guys. Both were wearing just jockstraps and had dark black skin. The slightly shorter and more muscular one greeted me with a camp raspy cockney accent. “Alright mate, or should I say mister Dealer Dog, I’m Jay, and that’s Karl”. He pointed at the somewhat stoic taller guy. Jay had that classic cockney accent like a black Del-Boy from Only Fools and Horses. “Good thing we caught you innit? Don’t want you messing up all that sweet powder” He rattled on, “anyways we thought we’d come here and see what her Majesty has brought us. After all, we tradesfolk have got to stick together eh?” and with that ran a finger down my chest to my belly-button. Pulling his finger back, he licked it teasingly and asked, “may I?” I nodded and he deftly bent over and snorted a line of MDMA off the tray. He passed the rolled twenty-pound note to Karl who looked back at him for reassurance and then hesitantly ducked down. He raised a manicured eye-brow, both of the guys had artfully maintained facial hair, with Jay sporting a little soulpatch and Karl with a goatee. “Our Karl here, is a bit new to the scene” he said apologetically, “but we’re both not here for our conversation abilities…” at this point he grabbed my hand and slipped it down his own jockstrap. Wow. That was a lot of cock. Still not breaking rhythm, Jay had continued, “…two twelve inch West Indian tops and now with the Cialis from earlier kickin’ in, we’ll be the bulls of the party, so ya better hide your kids and hide your wife…” I chuckled at his joke and was about to ask him about the whole “bull” theme, but Jay had once again picked up his patter. “…Maybe after that we’ll have to have a look at what’s hiding under all that leather darling” He ran his fingers up and down my stomach. I quivered, partly from the attention and partly cause I love a good cockney accent, like how his “darling” sounded to me like “darlink”. He reminded me of this rough east-end couple I spent a weekend with in London somewhere in Brixton. I never knew where exactly – they had a taxi pick me up from London Bridge and drop me off there in a drug haze three days later. They lived in a rough neighbourhood but they were minted. They just were both whorish bottoms who loved their cocaine, and my dick up their ass while they topped eachother. Remembering that sweaty coke-fuelled scene, I made a low throaty growl. He smiled and continued “Well it seems this pup likes his tummy rubbed, but that’s for later. Right now, follow me” Jay quickly linked my arm and motioned me over to the kitchen counter. I could see shapes at the other end of the kitchen – seeing through the mask and the dim lighting was tough, but I thought I could make out two couples fucking. Jay set the tray down on the counter and began nonchalantly scraping an MDMA pile with a butterknife. I looked past him to see that Karl was effectively blocking anyone’s view of Jay’s pilfering, as he scraped up 6 lines worth of powder into a little plastic baggy. He continued, “…y’see, Yours truly has a good relationship with her Highness up there” he nodded back up the staircase, “and while I always have a wonderful time pounding all the ass she offers, it can get a little wearying and I need to stash away all the chemical help I can get.” He nodded toward to the humping shapes in the corner. “Especially when this greedy bunch are done with it…” Opening another baggy (I don’t know to this day where he kept them!), Jay scooped out a bump and snorted it, adding afterward “just a little coke for the road, cause I can bet you, now that she’s sent you down here to the herd”, again he nodded toward the staircase, “she’ll want someone to help her open up that pale-assed rugby player.” I laughed and said my first word to Jay since I met him, which was some achievement as that lad was in full coked-up babble-mode. “Hugo?” Jay turned to me and laughed, “sweetheart, when your host has a fetish, no, no, a life-calling, to see Big…(he took a breath for effect – Jay was nothing if not dramatic), Black…. (another dramatic pause) Cock… disappear into pale Irish-boys’ asses, all while she’s spun high on all the letters of the alphabet. Well lets just say, I don’t have to worry about competition from some dildo! I mean why else would he fly us over here for every party.” I nodded, it was pretty much the only reaction I could give in the dog mask. “…although I may need to worry about competition from you”, he continued, stepping close to rub my leather encased cock. With Jay’s attention, and also with the healthy dose of Caverject, my meat sprang to life and strained against the jock. I groaned as Jay’s quick hands unbuttoned the leather jock-covering and let me free. Jay motioned Karl to stand in from of both of us and then whispered in Karl’s ear. He duly got to his knees and fished out Jay’s cock to position it semi-hard beside mine. Wordlessly he started jacking us both. I looked down at my pale pink-headed glistening cock with Karl’s mahogany fingers working me up and down, and I started to see the appeal of Simon’s fetish. From a pure aesthetic point of view, the contrast of pale white (and they don’t get much paler than Northern Irish lads) and the deep black of these two lads, was something elegant and yet lustful. The kinda thing you’d see for sale as a coffee-table book in the gay section in Waterstones bookshop with some poncy title like “Ebony and Ivory by Richard Mapplethorpe” – C’mon lads, we all know it’s fucking porn, don’t pretend it’s art! The contrast between Jay’s and my cock grew (literally as well as figuratively) as Karl jacked us to hardness. Now I could see he wasn’t exaggerating and had at least two inches on me. Pushing us both together with our backs against the kitchen counter, Karl struggled to fit us both into his mouth. Now that was fucking hot. I looked down at my white cock by Jay’s thick black meat –his was hardening up to be also about an inch wider in girth – and as I’ve mentioned before, I’m very girthy. Poor Karl only managed to fit about the top third of our cocks into his mouth. I ran my finger down along his goatee and tried to stick my thumb in beside my cock – I couldn’t – his lips were stretched completely taut around the both of us. I turned to face Jay. “Well Jay?” “I think that’s at least ten inches, and I think we’re going to have to teach Karl a lesson in deep throating. Wanna go first Mister Dog Man?” As he said that the MDMA was enhancing every movement Karl made with my cock. I couldn’t remember it ever being so sensitive. Jay was following an easy cock-pumping rhythm with Karl’s mouth, in counterpoint to my own. The tightness, and Karl’s tongue trying to rub under first my cockhead and then Jay’s. It was all a stimulus overload. Jay asked again “do you want to go first?” I replied, “kiss me and I’ll do whatever you say…” and with that I pulled the dog mask up till the snout was covering my eyes and freeing up my mouth. Jay smiled and leaned into me… Total stimulus overload… Oh fuck! Jay’s pillowy black lips and tongue began invading my mouth. I was sweating profusely under the chaps and mask, and it felt like the sweat was joining the MDMA and I was awash with some sort of joy liquid that was seeping out of my every pore. Running his fingers across my chest, running the sweat droplets on my chest into little rivulets, it felt like Jay was tracing some pleasure tattoo on my skin, and everywhere he touched, shone. Running his fingers up over the harness and down my back, he worked his way down to the small of my back. There I had laces that Iain had secured to keep my chaps on. Running his index finger across each taut lace like a slow guitar player, Jay teased me with his tongue, swooping in and then feather light. Meanwhile I felt the muffled slurping from Karl below. Fucking heaven! Jays fingers eventually past all the laces and down to my sweaty exposed ass. He pulled back his fingers for a second and then sought out my hole, so I moved my legs further apart to give him access. Oddly his fingers felt already lubed up as he started to work my ring – I guessed it was my sweat. Shortly after that I relaxed and gave him some more access and felt a gritty burning sensation as his fingers worked themselves, one, then two inside. “Hmm…” I pulled back from the kiss and the fingerfuck more than a bit quizzical. I wasn’t a fool and knew a booty bump when I felt it. Which admittedly was only the second times I’d done one. “What the fuck was on your fingers Jay?” He chuckled and raised his eyebrows. “How about you guess Dog Boy?” “Well I’m not here to be fucked” I remonstrated gently but firmly, “so let’s give Karl more attention here” and with that I pulled the dog mask back down. Turning back to the younger of the two, I pushed my cock forcefully to the back of his mouth, dislodging Jay. It was more than a little bit on-purpose, cause while I was all for chemmed-up fun, it needed to be on my terms. I needed to know what I was putting in my body, and I needed to make that informed choice. Below Karl gagged but then managed to keep me in. I smiled at him encouragingly. I was getting a bit more of my cock into his throat with each thrust. Karl definitely knew what he was putting in his body, which I hoped would progress to being all ten inches of me, very soon. As I refocussed on Karl, Jay whispered into my ear “sorry Dog Man, I didn’t mean to be rude, let me repair the situation” and with that he ducked down to the floor. Next thing I know, while I’m really properly starting to test Karl’s gag reflexes (short answer – pretty decent control for a kid his age – I later found out he was just 19 and straight seemingly???), I feel a rasping tongue at my crack. Jay was down there to eat out all of what he bumped into me. Fucking awesome sauce!! With the MDMA I could already feel every lap of Jay’s tongue as he pulled my ass-cheeks apart and dove deep. Legs splayed and propped between two hot black guys licking and sucking from both ends, I was in heaven. My ass was starting to feel tingly and warm from Jay and whatever he was now trying to lap out of it. I could do this all night… Beep beep. Next thing we all heard, was a beeping intercom noise and Simon’s disembodied voice requesting “Jay and Karl, please report to the master bedroom” The boys disengaged. Jay looks up at me with a wet smile, “Tubi Kunhinew Igess?” I looked at him quizzically, “what?” He swallowed and tried to be clearer, “tu be conthinued, I guess. Thuck! That cuk’s making ny tung numg” I laughed at him and helped him and Karl stand up. I said “I should probably deliver this MDMA anyways” as I waved them off and turned back to the tray. Looking at the forms at the end of the kitchen I could make out two couples both in end-game fucking. They seemed fairly preoccupied, so I decided to turn toward the living room area instead and see who I could meet. Holding the tray in front of me (almost like a shield between me and the room) I saw four guys on a couch and two others were further over behind the bookcase. Oh nice one! I immediately noticed some familiar faces from the bar. On the couch looking from left to right, it was none other than Sven the Nordic barman was being blown by the hot Germanic lad from the bar, who was on all fours stretched across a guy I couldn’t see but who had a beautiful 8 inch cock with blond pubes, and to his right was a fourth young looking brunette guy who was rimming the German. Blond pubes was hidden cause he was on the other side of the Teutonic stallion giving him head and so his lower half was scooted out more on the ground, long legs splayed, cock on display. Did I mentions that his cock was beautiful. It was so reassuringly heavy looking, semi-hard and shiny, and reminded me of Jeff Palmer’s monster-cock. It also looked recently sucked by the way it glistened. I licked my lips under my mask. I was gonna enjoy getting to know everyone here. Then I looked back over to the fourth guy. He looked pretty familiar too. Was he also with Simon in the bar earlier? I stopped walking. Fuck! Fuuuuuck! That was Kurk McCaimble! Fucking KURK MCCAIMBLE!!!! The young lad who had been the centre of a media storm surrounding religious bigot politicians and a real-life Mrs Robinson! Licking some hot smooth skinned German’s ass. Fuck fuck fuck!! No wonder Simon was wondering about my loyalty. That guy was a prize scoop for any journo to do a feature on. I’d already written a few. Oh… Maybe that’s what Simon was referring to when he talked about my hack-pieces. I realised the guys were all looking at me, and cleared my throat. “Hi guys - anyone interested in a line or two of MDMA?” Sven looked over at me and said “Hey lads, the dealer dog is here! Here boy! C’mere boy!” and patted his knee. Oh boy. This was gonna be a tough night.

Coming down for pride at end of month. Would love to be the bottom in a group scene, if someone wants to throw a party for me while there be hot. take any all poz loads!

would love to hear more about this

I'm in Sydney, Australia. . Ive been barebakcing for sometime now with young middle eastern guys (it was just the area I lived in at the time) who I've met on Scruff. They didn't think twice about fucking me. . I've recently moved closer to one of the main surfing beaches and discovered CL. Fuck me!! I've never met so many young guys (str8 LOL) who were more than keen to bareback and older guy. . I get text messages at like 2-4am every Sunday morning from str8 guys wanting to unload. . LOVE Taking loads.

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.

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….

Through a glory hole. Lubed up, spread my cheeks and pushed em up against the hole. I heard the door open and close in the next booth and almost instantly I felt a cock push against my rim in me. In about 10 thrusts he bred me deep. I kept his cum inside me as I pulled up my pants and went to a bar next door and I'm now having a beer.

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

Long Weekend - Part 11 I quickly settled into the routine of housework and shopping while the guys were in work and getting bred when they came home. It really was the ideal existence for a chemmed-up cum slut like me. They invited a group of friends over for the following weekend, about 12 guys in total. Mostly couples in their 30s and 40s but a few single guys too, one in his early 20s and two older guys in their late 50s. Carl entertained the guys downstairs with drinks and canapés whilst Mike got me ready in the playroom upstairs. We made sure that I was completely hairless except the hair on my head and strapped me to the fuckbench with my arms out to the sides, ready for slamming throughout the session. I had already taken a couple of big bombs and a booty bump of crystal meth and was flying high. Mike rigged up a gas mask for me with a steady stream of poppers and went downstairs to tell the guests that the parTy could get started. Carl and Mike stood either side of me on the fuck bench, each holding a syringe with a very generous dose of crystal meth ready to go. They put the tourniquets on my arms as the last of the guests filed into the playroom and formed a semicircle around me. Most were already tugging at their cocks as Carl started the countdown, the needles carefully positioned in my veins: 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... 0! Bam! They unloaded both points into me simultaneously and released the tourniquets. I coughed hard twice, causing my exposed hole to gape at the guests and a 40-year-old guy took no time in slamming his thick veiny cock straight into me. I took cock after cock, load after load, toys and fists in between. The weekend was a blur and I lost consciousness several times. By Sunday morning I had no idea who or where I was, my cunt had been completely destroyed, gaping and cum running freely out of it onto the floor. I had been moved from fuckbench to sling to floor. One couple had even lifted me up and carried me into their bedroom for a private session, that was relayed by video camera to the large flatscreens in the playroom for everyone to watch. Eventually the guests started to leave and Mike and Carl were left alone with me. Mike picked up my special toothbrush from the bathroom, applied a liberal dose of crystal meth, and started rubbing it into my guts. The hot rush filled my hole and I begged him to fuck me and breed me. He obliged, starting slowly and building up into a frenzied fuck, his massive cock pulling all the way out and slamming back into me. He fucked me like this for 20 minutes, waves of pleasure and pain shot through my body and I wanted more. He buried himself completely in my wrecked hole and grunted hard, shooting a weekends worth of cum deep into my guts. He collapsed on top of me, kissing me deeply, his cock still hard inside my hole. Slowly it went soft and slipped out of my worn out boy cunt. We showered together, all three of us, and for the first time they let me sleep in their bed between them.

I recently sucked an older mans cock in a public restroom while 3 other guys watched. Was one of the hottest things I have ever done and hope to do it again soon. It's where I belong, mmmmm

Long Weekend – Part 9 I lay there, blindfolded, for what felt like an eternity with only the sound of the porn playing on the screens for company. My arse ached from all the cocks, toys and fists that had smashed it over the past three days. I put my hand between my legs and felt the rough puffy edges of my hole, slick with cum and lube. My rosebud had gone back inside me but my hole still gaped and I could touch my extremely sensitive pink flesh. I lay back and licked my fingers. I was starting to come down from the cocktail of drugs that I had taken and I was feeling pretty rough – I had never partied so hard in my life and I didn’t know what, or who, would happen next. My bladder was painfully full and I assumed that Carl and Mike would prefer me to use the bathroom instead of pissing myself and making a mess in the playroom. I struggled out of the sling and walked into the en suite and took a long slow piss and the relief washed over me. “4 hours and 27 minutes”, Mike said behind me, making me jump and piss on my foot. I looked around and he was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, smiling. “You scared me”, I replied, “I didn’t even hear you”. He looked me up and down and absent-mindedly played with his cock through his shorts. “We’re impressed boy, you tell most guys not to move and they can’t stay still for more than quarter of an hour, you managed 4 hours and 27 minutes. We like that” said Carl, appearing over Mike’s shoulder. I finished pissing, cleaned my foot and flushed the toilet. “Jump in the shower and we’ll wash you” suggested Mike. I nodded and took off the dirty jockstrap as they started the water. I stepped into the luxuriously large shower, with a large showerhead above and several jets coming out of one of the walls. The warm water felt amazing and they took large handfuls of sweet smelling shower gels and shampoo and washed me all over. “Face the wall so we can do your best bit” said Carl. I turned around and stuck my arse at them and held my cheeks apart with my hands. “Good boy” said Carl, “let’s get you freshened up in there” as Mike passed him a toothbrush with some toothpaste on and lightly ran into around my puffy hole. The tingle of the mint with the tickle of the bristles made me stand on tiptoes and I heard the two men chuckle behind me. Then, gently at first, Carl pushed the toothbrush up into my cunt and started fucking my with it, sending waves of pain up inside me. I looked down and saw a few spots of blood washed away by the water, followed by a steady stream. “That’s enough”, said Mike, and Carl pulled the toothbrush out of my hole and showed it to me. The bristles were bright red with blood and then tip had been sharpened to a point. “Brush your teeth”, instructed Carl as he passed me the toothbrush and the tube of toothpaste. I complied, glad to change the taste of stale cum for mint. “All done”, said Mike as he switched off the water and passed me a large towel. I took it from him and started drying my hair. Once I was dry Carl told me to bend over in front of him. I was expecting to get fucked again but instead he slid a tampon into my hole and said, “Stops your boy pussy bleeding everywhere”. I felt utterly degraded as they sent me to bed. They had work in the city in the morning and I was going to have to learn quickly what the duties of a houseboy are.

Long Weekend – Part 8 Carl and Mike gave me a tour of their beautiful home, starting on the ground floor with the kitchen, dining room and spacious reception rooms before moving upstairs to a long corridor of guest bedrooms. At the end of the corridor was their room, twice the size of the other bedrooms with two rooms leading off it. The first was the en suite bathroom and the second was their ‘playroom’ with a sex swing in the centre, a fuck bench against the back wall, and racks of toys, leather clothing and fetish gear on either side. Five large flat screen displays dominated the wall above the fuck bench with live video feeds from the guest bedrooms and bareback porn. “And through there is your room”, said Mike as he gestured to a black door almost completely hidden from view in the back corner of the playroom. “Go on, have a look”, said Carl, “I hope you’ll enjoy living here with us”. I pushed open the black door and cautiously stepped through. I was expecting a stained mattress on the floor with a couple of dirty blankets and a pile of drug paraphernalia. I was surprised to find a large double bed with crisp white linen and matching bedroom furniture. The drawers of the dresser were open and a wide array of jockstraps, thongs, and other horny underwear were waiting for me. “These are the only clothes you’ll need around the house. Your cunt will always be on show and ready for use. No is not a word you can use”, said Mike with a smile on his face. “Yes Sir”, I replied. “There’s no need for ‘sir’ round here, just call us Carl and Mike, but we do own you” said Mike. I nodded and started getting undressed. Carl walked up behind me as I was bent over taking off my shoes and slipped a finger into my sensitive hole. I moaned and looked up to see Mike rubbing his crotch, his bulge swelling in his fitted trousers. With his finger still in my hole, Carl lent forward and said, “There is every type of drug you could want in the cabinet over there, have whatever you want and be waiting for us in the sling in 10 minutes”. “Blindfolded”, added Mike, “and don’t forget the poppers, you’ll need them”. They walked out and left me excited and nervous. I quickly finished getting undressed, chose a hot jockstrap from the drawer, and went over to the cabinet of chems. I started with Viagra tablet and a large bomb of mcat with a glass of GHB and Red Bull. Then I prepped a couple of slams of crystal meth and was closing the cabinet when I saw a bag of the mysterious white powder with the winky smiley on. I wet my finger with spit, dipped it in the bag and covered it with the powder before fingering myself with it. I could already feel the drugs taking effect so grabbed the slams, the poppers and blindfold and headed into the playroom. All five of the flat screen displays were showing porn: young smooth toned guys getting bred by hung older guys of every shape and colour. I lay back in the sling and gave myself the two slams, coughing hard after each one. I put on the blindfold and held the fresh bottle of poppers under my nose, the chemical aroma filled my nostrils and I inhaled deeply. I was flying. I heard the door from the master bedroom open and bare feet walk towards me. My arse was right at the edge of the sling and my feet were held up in leather stirrups leaving my hole completely exposed. The feet walked around the sex swing, then a second pair walked in and closed the door. I heard the sound of lube being dispensed from a bottle then just the background noise from the porn. They walked around me, the suspense of not knowing what they were about to do made my drugged-up mind race. One of them gave the instruction “Poppers” and I complied, taking several deep huffs, feeling my hole relax and the need to be filled grew. “Please use me and breed me” I begged, “ I want your toxic loads inside me, I need them, please”. Without warning, one of them held my arse cheeks open and the other forced his lubed fist straight into me and then started brutally punch fucking my hole. I felt a burn like nothing I had felt before, shards of crystal meth in the lube were being forced into my guts with each punch and my hole felt like it was on fire. Then as it started to take effect I started to beg for it harder and faster, my cunt craved the brutal assault it was getting and soon he was fisting me with both hands together. After five minutes of double fist fucking he pulled them out together and my worn out hole gaped and was filled with rosebud. “Push” they said together and as I did, my arse prolapsed and they started rubbing more shards into my exposed pink guts. Mike took Carl’s place between my legs and grabbed my prolapse with both hands and pushed his massive black cock into it and started fucking me mercilessly. I moaned and begged for his poisonous load so he gripped my thighs and pounded my wrecked cunt before grunting and filling me with shot after shot of thick white cum. He slowly fucked me, smearing his toxic cum all over my battered insides, before sliding out of me and putting his cock in my eager mouth. As I licked and sucked the mixture of juices and chems off his cock, Carl positioned the head of his pierced cock at my gaping hole and forced all eleven inches into me in one go. His fuck was slow and deep, feeling every crease of my insides with his sensitive cock, precum leaking from around the fat piercing and mixing with Mike’s huge load. Mike grabbed a weighty dildo off the racking and slid it, dry and unlubed, into my hole next to Carl’s cock. The stretch in my cunt felt amazing and the new tightness caused Carl to unload his heavy balls deep inside me. “Don’t move” instructed Mike as Carl pulled out of me and they left the room. I was blindfolded, my arse had been destroyed, I was dripping with poz cum, and I was happier than I ever thought possible.

“I dunno how much AIDS scares y'all, but I got a theory: the day they come out with a cure for AIDS, a guaranteed one-shot cure, on that day there's gonna be fucking in the streets, man.” Bill Hicks.

By this point Pup had already administered his own slam. I stared into his dilated pupils in disbelief. How could he possibly have known? I’d never told anyone, ever. “I asked you a question, boy.” “Umm, I… Yes Pup.” “Good boy. You’re going to be my cum dump for the weekend. This is what you really wanted all along, isn’t it boy?” “Yes Pup.” “No questions about status?” “Just one Pup. You’re not really undetectable, are you?” “Fuck no, boy. I’m toxic. I’ve been off of my meds for months. I dumped my toxic cum in you last night, and I’m about to do it again.” “God yes, Pup.” “Good boy. This is going to be a weekend of firsts for you. You’re about to take my fist, I promised that you that. But I have other plans for you this weekend. You should just assume anyone that fucks you this weekend is poz. Get in the sling, boy.” I climbed into the sling and he started fucking me before dumping his load in my hole. Noticing my dick had gone soft after the slam he pulled out a couple other syringes. He then explained, “This is Trimix boy, it will help counteract the meth and help you stay hard.” And with that he swabbed my dick with an alcohol pad and injected it quickly. “Keep rubbing the alcohol pad on it”, he ordered. He then administered Trimix to his own dick, which sprang to life immediately even though he’d just cum. It took a couple minutes but finally my dick was hard again. Once he saw this he took out his K-Lube mixture and started working it into my hole, and in no time his hand popped into my hole. I was in ecstasy as he worked his cum deeper into my hole, but he had other plans that didn’t include fisting. He slowly withdrew his fist from my hole and explained. “You’re nothing but a dirty cum dump chem whore now. But I have a few more things to introduce you to.” He handed me a bottle of juice and ordered me to take a mouthful of it and hold it in my mouth, then he had me tip my head back as he added another liquid to it. “Swallow it, fast”, he ordered. I swallowed the now bitter tasting juice in one gulp. “That’s G boy, we’re going to add some swirl to your slam.” He had me lay back in the sling as he invited one of his friends over to try out his new fuck toy. Little did I know they’d already coordinated this before my slam, he was just waiting until I was more agreeable. His friend arrived and Pup offered him my ass. For the next several hours the three of us fucked, sucked and jerked each other off until it was night. Hours had passed that seemed like minutes. By now it was early Saturday morning, and his friend needed to leave. We said our goodbyes and once he was gone Pup asked me how I felt. “I feel amazing Pup. I can’t believe I’m still wide awake.” “You want another slam, boy? I have something else for you to try.” “Hell yes Pup” He flashed me a devilish grin and he had me help him gather the supplies to prepare two more slams and two more trimix shots. I told him I wanted to try a bit more this time, so he prepared a .25 for me, and a .5 for himself. He decided to administer the Trimix first this time. Once this was done he put the tourniquet on my arm to administer my slam, but held back. “Do you want a bloodslam, boy?” My mind was racing. I had come down enough from my first slam that I was fully aware of what was happening, but in that moment I wanted nothing more than to be like this man. He’d made it his mission to corrupt me, and I was loving every minute of it. “Fuck Yes Pup.” “You understand this will almost certainly infect you?” “I know, Pup.” “I’m so fucking proud of you. You’re going to have my poz blood running through your veins. Just so you know, I’m O-, so you won’t have a bad reaction to it.” And with that my needle made a detour to his arm, and I watched the syringe fill with his blood. He pulled the needle out of his arm and licked away the blood that escaped from the injection site. This was hotter than anything I’d ever read about on BZ, and I was living it. He swabbed my arm with alcohol, then inserted it into my vein. “This is it boy, your life is about to change.” And with that he emptied the syringe into my arm. Just like last time I felt the cold rush through my body and I felt amazing. “Lay back boy, just enjoy the feeling”, he ordered as he administered his own slam. We laid around just enjoying each other’s bodies for a while, but then he ordered me to open my mouth. He dropped a small square into my mouth and told me to hold it under my tongue. “What is this?”, I asked. Before this weekend the strongest thing I’d ever done was marijuana, all of this was new to me. “It’s Acid, boy. Just lay back and enjoy the ride.” Pup began playing video games, randomly asking me if I was seeing anything strange. For a long time I didn’t feel anything, but Pup blindfolded me and told me to just lay back and relax. Suddenly it hit me and I felt like I was going to get sick. Pup rushed me to the bathroom, and sat me on the toilet, still blindfolded. When he pulled off the blindfold he was standing in front of me in his pup mask and pup gear. In that moment flying high on Meth and Acid I was convinced he’d transformed into an actual pup, but I was happy to see him. “Are you going to get sick, boy?” “I don’t think so, Pup.” “Then come back into my room” I laid on his bed while he continued to play video games. In that moment I was connected to everyone and everything, and I felt like we’d been transported into the video game. It was a good trip, and I was happy. As the sun came up he turned his game off. “Do you need to sleep, boy?” “Yes Sir. Sorry, I mean Yes Pup.” “You can call me Sir now. Do you know what earned you the right to call me Sir?” “The bloodslam?” “You’re damn right boy, you belong to me now.” And with that he retrieved some sleeping pills and gave them to me to take along with some Gatorade, which I swallowed down quickly. “Get some sleep boy, I’m not done with you yet.” To be continued (Probably next week, I'll be at IML this weekend)...

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Part 3 As we drove I reached over and pulled his underwear down, exposing his still hard cock. I admit I was impressed he didn't have Tina dick, at least not yet. I looked at his nakedness in the bright light. He was completely smooth except for his pubes. His face was flushed from the drugs, but it too was baby smooth, making him look younger than 18. He still had some baby fat on him which made me smile. He wouldn't have that too much longer after I turned him into my personal Tina slut. "Play with yourself," I ordered him. "I wanna watch you, but don't cum!" He obediently stroked his little dick, oblivious to the vehicles around us that could see him. I liked how obedient he was! This boy was a prize! In about 20 minutes we pulled into the driveway of his house, a big one that even had pillars in front. It made me think of a plantation house in the south, and I laughed to myself thinking that this time, I was the master! I pulled the Escalade into the garage and we went into the house. Yea these people had money. There was even a pool in the back, with a high privacy fence all around it. Perfect. I noticed a very well stocked bar and helped myself to some very nice scotch. "So why didn't you go on vacation with your family?" I asked. "Fuck them!" He said, flopping on the couch. "They don't give a shit about me. They were happy to leave me behind. Mom's a drunk, and dad's a lawyer. I'm just in the way." Awww, a poor little rich white boy with family issues. Fuckin putty in my hands! "Don't worry baby boy," I said, laying my body on top of his, "Jesse's gonna take care of you." I started kissing him again and he sucked my tongue into his mouth like a hungry pig. My little pig. I took out my pipe and a baggie and loaded a big load. I gave Blake the pipe and told him to hit it. He eagerly sucked in a big hit, exhaling a large, white cloud. "Again." I told him. He hit it two more times before I took it away. "You like that, don't you?" I asked. "Mmmmmm yea." "I got something else you'll like even more." "What's that?" he asked eagerly. "Lets go upstairs and I'll show you." We went up and I found his parents bedroom. I guided him in and pushed him on their bed. He didn't even object. I pulled off my shirt and pulled down my jeans, freeing my semi hard cock. Blake's eyes got real big as he looked at my monster. What really caught his eye was my big P.A. "You ever see one of those?" I asked. He just shook his head no. "They feel extra good." I lied, knowing it was going to tear his sweet hole to shreds. But I was about to get him so fucked up he would be begging for the sweet torture he was about to get. I took my little case out of my pants and pulled out a rubber tube and wrapped it around his arm. "What's that for?" he asked. "Shhhh." I said placing a finger on his lips. "This is the extra special treat. Just trust me." He didn't say another word as I swabbed his arm, he just watched my dick get bigger. Fucking up white boy's made my dick hard. As I stuck the needle into his vein, my cock reached full hardness. I slowly pushed the plunger as my full, fat 11 inches throbbed, ready to forever change Blake's life. I pulled out the needle and released the band. Blake fell back on the bed coughing and I moved like a lion attacking. I grabbed his legs and pushed them back, and before he could comprehend what was happening, I slammed my big, black monster into his cum filled hole, forcing all 11, fat inches into him, balls deep in one thrust. Blake howeled as he was ripped open like never before, and I didn't give the kid a chance to adjust before I was pounding him mercilessly. Over and over I slammed him as hard and deep as I could, digging my P.A. into his guts. Frothy pink cum oozed out of his hole as I shredded his insides, making him forever my bitch. Soon he was moaning instead of screaming as I deep dicked his ruined hole. His head rolled from side to side as he babbled incoherently. "Fuck yea you stupid punk!" I yelled at him as I raped him. "You fuckin take that nigger cock! You're my fuckin whore now! I'll fuckin use you and sell your cunt! You fucking worthless piece of shit! Stupid fuckin white kid pickin up niggahs! Yous a niggah whore now faggot! Say goodbye to your old life!" I kept up the verbal asault as I broke him, physically and mentally. I called him every filthy name I could think of as I told him his new position in life. Soon I was ready to fill him with my seed. "Here you go slut! Take my fuckin load! You fucking niggah cumdump!" I yelled as I pumped my cum into his ripped insides. "This is what you are now bitch. I own you! You gonna make me some money!" I pulled my spent cock out of his bloody cunt as he softly cried to himself. "Shut up bitch and clean off your Masters cock, you worthless pig!" He opened his mouth and took my messy cock into it, cleaning off the mess like a good bitch. When he was done I grabbed my phone and started making some calls.

Brandon, Ben and Sam- As told by Ben Paul had barely left when I started thinking of Brandon’s request. This was going to be fun but Sam and I would have to be careful. I did not want Brandon to find out that we had been fucking bareback. I had already slipped up with Mike and Brandon had been very disapproving. Even though it was quite late I thought it was time to start the conversation so I sent Sam a quick text. “Loved our fuck-party the other. Up for more?” Sam must have been busy as it was more than an hour before I heard my phone chime with an incoming text message. “Always. But doesn’t Brandon get back tomorrow?” “Yes. But he wants to meet you.” “Socially or?” “Wants a threesome but is coy about it.” “Coy?” “Yeah. Doesn’t know we fuck. Says social but plan to go further.” “Cool. Should come to my place. Hot tub is a great start.” “I suggested that. He thinks so too!” “Tomorrow night maybe? My friend Zach is at the conference and said they would be done by midday.” “Zach? The hot little slut who works with Brandon? I forgot about him.” “Yeah. Same one.” “Of course we’ll have to use condoms. Brandon insists.” “You know I hate the damn things.” “Just for tomorrow tonight.” “Ok. Zach told me about Brandon’s attitude towards condoms.” “Really?” “Yeah. Last week Zach wanted Brandon to fuck him. Didn’t happen.” “Why?” “Zach is bareback ONLY.” “Zach sounds hot. I’d love to meet him. When last did you hear from him.” “Late last night. Told me about a hot BB party he hosted.” “?? Zach works closely with Brandon. Was safe-sex-only-Brandon at the party?” “Bareback party. No, SAFE SEX ONLY Brandon was not there.” “Of course. What was I thinking? I don’t think he has had sex with anyone without me.” There was a pause in the texting. It was at least five minutes before Sam responded. “I guess unlike you he hasn’t been taking loads from strangers behind your back.” I felt stung by the insinuation in Sam’s message but it was true of course. I was screwing around bareback while Brandon probably wasn’t having any sex on the side. “Yeah, well. Maybe he can come around to doing it sooner or later.” “I’m sure he will. My place tomorrow at 8.” “I’ll check with Brandon, but sure. Sounds good. Be a good start to the weekend.” “We’ll just have to find a sneaky way to get into each other’s asses bare while Brandon isn’t looking. “Hell yeah. See you tomorrow.” - As told by Brandon I could not wait for Friday evening to come around. Ben had told me that Sam had invited us around for cocktails and maybe some “hot tubbing and stuff.” Based on what Zach had told me, and what I had seen on the internet, it was going to be more than that. More like juicy cocks and hot fucking. But of course for now I would still keep up the condom pretense, although I would try to get a load up my chute or in Sam’s. We grabbed a quick dinner and then walked over to Sam’s place. I wondered if Sam would prove to be as hot and hunky in real life as he appeared on his profile pictures. We rang the doorbell and I waited in anticipation. The door swung open and I was not disappointed. Sam was even better in person and I was impressed by the ample bulge in his tight faded jeans. I was definitely looking forward to the “and stuff” part of the evening. After Ben briefly introduced us Sam led us to the living room where he had a bottle of sparkling wine and three glasses waiting. “This is something to celebrate.” He said, “I finally get to meet my best buddy from college’s husband.” From the way he was looking me up and down I wondered if Zach had told him anything about the previous week’s party. If so, he hopefully would not say anything to spoil the fun. We made small talk with Sam and I getting to know each other while we finished off the wine. I could see that Ben was getting fidgety, obviously he wanted the action to move along. When a gap came in the conversation he proposed that Sam show me the hot tub. Sam willingly agreed, grabbing another bottle of bubbly from the fridge as we walked through the kitchen. The hot tub was installed in the privacy of the basement and the room was obviously intended as a play room for adults. Sam noticed me taking in the contents of the room and he chuckled. “I got the idea for my basement from my friends Josh and Matt. They have their hot tub in a very private walled in back yard. You guys did bring your swimsuits, didn’t you?” Obviously naked tubbing was not the start of the evening’s fun. “Sure.” Ben and I said simultaneously. We all stripped and I smiled to see that both Sam and Ben were wearing identical TeamBB speedos. I was wearing the same swimsuit that I had worn to the previous week’s bareback orgy. We all got into the tub and continued our casual conversation, with Sam making sure that our glasses were regularly topped up. Almost immediately after entering the water I felt Sam’s hand on my crotch and it only took a minute before my hand was in the back of his speedo searching for his hole. Ben was also very active feeling us both up. We’d been in the tub for a least half an hour and the heat and the alcohol was starting to get to us, not to speak of all the underwater touching. Ben spoke up. “Guys I’ve got to pee. Don’t start anything without me.” As Ben got out he grabbed a towel and started to dry himself off. Sam grinned. “Well, then, if that is what you are thinking, bring the lube and some condoms back from the bathroom.” Sam obviously kept the place well stocked although I’m sure he did not use the rubbers very regularly We got out of the hot tub and Ben went to the bathroom. Sam sat down on the raised edge of the tub and motioned me to come closer so that he could whisper something to me. I could not keep my eyes off the massive meat revealed by the translucent white spandex as I bent towards him. “Zach told me about the TeamBB party. Don’t worry. I won’t tell Ben. But I do want to fuck you bare and cum in your ass. We will just make a show with the condoms.” I leaned closer to kiss him and he put his arms around me and forced me down onto his soaked crotch. “Suck it. Suck it though my swimsuit. Taste what’s going to fuck you later.” I was on my knees busy sucking on his bulge when Ben returned. “Damn you guys. You did start without me”, and he sank to his knees beside me. He pulled open Sam’s speedo and soon our hungry mouths were both working on his dick. As he hardened I realized just how big he was. This was going to be a fun ride. -As told by Ben: Brandon had now taken Sam’s cock head into his mouth and was working it vigorously so it was time to step up the action. “Spit roasting time.” As I stood up and grabbed the lube. I pulled down the front of my swimsuit and pulled down Brandon’s revealing his tasty crack. I was torn between rimming him and fucking but fucking won. I slathered lube on my dick and pressed into Brandon’s willing hole. He uttered a grunt of pleasure as he felt my familiar cock in his ass. I looked over Brandon’s head at Sam and winked. “And when he has got you good and hard you can fuck me.” I just started fucking Brandon when Sam got up. He grabbed a condom, ripped open the package and made a big show of rolling it over his cock so that Brandon could see it. Grabbing the lube, he then moved behind me where Brandon could not see. I heard him squirt lube and the sounds of him slicking up his cock. As he started probing my anus with his cock head I felt him put something rubbery into my hand. It was the condom. As soon as I felt that I closed my fist, hiding the condom inside. Sam eased his bare meat into my ass as I was fucking Brandon. As always, it felt incredible being the meat in a bareback sandwich, but knowing that Sam was fucking me raw while Brandon had no idea what was going on was too much for me. I shot my load immediately up Brandon’s chute. I hadn’t really wanted to come so soon. -As told by Brandon. I know Ben well enough to know that after cumming he would need some time to recover so I stepped forward and let his dick slip out of my ass. I turned around and went on my knees to clean him off and try and catch a glimpse of Sam’s dick in his ass. The angle did not allow me to see anything so I got up and stood behind them, fisting my meat with my right hand. Every time I tried to see if Sam was wearing the condom he caught me looking and changed his position or buried his cock in Ben’s ass to hide the evidence. Ben was obviously taking it raw and Sam was helping him keep up the deceit. The thought of my husband getting fucked bareback in front of me and trying to hide it was HOT! I wondered what had happened to the condom. That and the sight of Sam’s thrusting bubble butt was too much for me. I wanted to fuck him deep and hard and give him the load he desired. Picking up a condom, I could not help but notice the expiration date. Mar 2004. Damn, twelve years. Obviously the only thing these were good for was bursting at the right moment. (Or wrong moment, depending on your point of view). I tore open the package and made a great show of putting it on and made sure that Ben could see. I positioned myself behind Sam and now Ben could not see my dick. As I slid my sheathed dick into Sam’s hole the condom disintegrated and I was in bare. Sam offered a grunt of pleasure and ground his ass against my crotch as my dick bottomed in his greedy hole. Sam could take as well as he could give and did most of the work between us and was the first to approach climax. As he started to cum and shoot his load in Ben, I felt his ass muscles clamp on my dick and I shot a massive load deep into his bowels. We barely recovered from our orgasms before Sam grabbed a hand towel for himself and gave one to me as well. As he withdrew from Ben he immediately covered his dick with the towel, and then as he wiped down his crotch and dick immediately produced a used condom. Damn, the man was an artist at deception. I took the hint and covered myself, pulling off the shredded condom and wrapping it in the towel. Mission achieved, loads given and taken, while all pretending to be “safe.” My only regret was that it was Ben who got his load, not me. We all took a quick shower and spent the rest of the evening drinking and talking about our college days. Ben and Sam made it obvious that they had fucked each other often while at college. I had to admit that I had a few gay friends at college, but that I had never had sex with my best buddy Aiden. Not that I had not wanted to, but he was a total bottom who kept saying that he did not want to destroy our friendship by having sex. Aiden also believed in waiting for that one special guy he would meet one day. He eventually moved to the West coast and found himself a top for a boyfriend. We still kept in touch though and called and emailed regularly. As the evening wound to a close Sam suggested that we get together with Matt and Josh the next weekend. He described them to me, without realizing that between Ben, And Zach and the wonders of the internet, I had a pretty good idea of who they were.

Part 2 I picked up my boy and bent him over the chair. "Stick out your ass baby," I instructed him, and he arched his back showing me his sweet little pink cherry. There are few things I like more than the first taste of a virgins hole, and this one looked luscious. I kneeled down and lightly kissed his pink pucker and he slightly moaned. I licked around the outside a bit before I planted my lips against the sweet, sweet hole. Damn he tasted good. So fresh. So sweet. I dug my tongue in as far as I could, tasting my fresh new victim before his hole would become a gaping, sloppy gash. I ate that boypussy for a good 20 minutes while my baby boy moaned like a little whore. I finally pulled myself off of it and pulled out a little baggie. This baggie and some nice size rocks and I pulled one out and placed it on his opening with the tip of my finger. Slowly I pushed it into him and he hissed a little as it started to burn. I just slid my finger in deep, and worked that rock around into his tender membranes, rubbing it hard while he continued to moan. I turned him around and sat back on the chair, pulling him into my lap. He went crazy kissing me, trying to devour my tongue. I started pinching his nipples which only made him crazier. I knew I had me a true slut. I stood up and gathered up his clothes. "We're going to change booths," I told him. He looked a little confused, but was already too high to disagree. I stuck a finger up his ass and guided him out into the hallway toward my favourite booth, one that had glory holes in both sides. It was time to put my bitch to work. We passed several men in the hallway, some who knew me and knew what I was up too. They leared at the naked boy attached to my finger, knowing what was in store for him. I closed the door in the new booth and pushed my boy down to his knees. Almost instantly a cock poked through a hole, hard and dripping. "Suck that cock baby boy," I told him. "I want to watch you suck it." I held the poppers under his nose as he took several long drags, fueling his lust further. He crawled to the cock and started sucking it. I could tell he was inexperienced, but that was ok. I let him take his time, and he was doing ok. Soon the cock started to shoot, and I pulled my boy off after the first couple squirts in his mouth so the rest could go on his face and hair. My boy was going to be a dirty bitch and I wanted him to start looking like it. Another cock appeared on the other side and my boy didn't have to be told what to do. He dove on that cock as I held more poppers under his nose, reving him up more. This time I held his head and pushed it back and forth on the cock, forcing it down his throat, stretching him open. When the cock started cumming I pushed his face right against the wall so it was shooting down his throat. Then I pulled him off and coated his face with the rest. He was starting to look like a real cumslut. More poppers and a third cock to suck, and I started fingering his hole. Quickly I had two, then three fingers sliding in and out as the third cock erupted in his mouth. Without being told he pulled off and milked the rest of the load all over his face. Damn he was easy, and I knew he was ready for the next step. The next cock that came through he started sucking it. After he got it nice and wet I pulled him off and turned him around. More poppers and I grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them as I pushed him down on the cock. "Sit on it baby boy," I breathed in his ear. "Relax and let it in you." The kid was so high it took no effort before he had the cock all the way in his pussy. I just held him against the wall as the cock drilled in and out of his hole. He moaned and grunted while he took his first fuck. "Good boy. Now you're learning what your pussy is. You're gonna make Jesse real happy!" He just continued to moan as the cock pumped his ass full of cum for the first time in his young life. Without even pulling away from the hole in the wall, a new cock quickly pushed into my boy, fucking him and getting his hole wetter and looser, and depositing another load in his guts. I opened the door of the booth and saw a buddy out side. I handed him the bottle of poppers and told him to keep an eye on my bitch for a few. "Make sure his holes are getting used! I'll be back very shortly" I grabbed the kids clothes except for his underwear and left the arcade. I tossed his clothes into my car, taking his wallet out of his jeans. I could sell his clothes easy for a few bucks. The Jordans should bring a little more. Then I grabbed his keys and went to the Escalade. I looked in his wallet, $300 bucks in cash, not bad. Stupid kid didn't even know enough to not bring money to a bookstore. A couple credit cards too. Wouldn't take me long to run them up. Daddy would just think they were stolen anyway. I looked around the Escalade for anything else, but found nothing. I looked at the kids ID. Blake Darby. He lived in the Heights. I knew it. Big houses up there. Blakey boy was in for a wild couple of weeks! I returned to the arcade, and slipped into an adjoining booth. I wanted to watch my new slut in action secretly. My buddy just stood there as Blake rode another anonymous cock through the hole. He looked blitz and he just pushed his ass back onto the partition, taking it as deep as he could. My buddy knelt in front of him and fed him his cock. Blake sucked it like a pro already. I watched my boy get spit roasted through the hole as both cocks filled him with more cum. I decided we had spent enough time in the bookstore and it was time for the next phase. I entered the booth and looked at my new slut. Cum dripped off his face and leaked out his no longer virgin hole. I just grabbed his shorts and told him to put them on, we're leaving. He didn't even hesitate or ask where the rest of his clothes were. He pulled on his shorts and I stuck my hand down the back, sticking two fingers in his dripping cunt. I guided him out into the hallway and out of the bookstore to his vehicle. I tossed him in the passenger side and off we went to Daddy's house in the Heights.

Paul – As told by Ben Brandon was away for two nights for his conference. I had been fucked silly by Matt and Josh and Sam the first night, the night that he had texted me and suggested that we make plans for a get together. But the second night was even more fruitful in a way, as I was able to fuck someone that I had been lusting after for a while. Jeremy was not the only gay guy in the complex besides Brandon and me; there was also a very hot couple Paul and Jesse. Both Paul and Jesse were gym bunnies, and took pride in showing their bodies off at the pool wearing swimsuits as small as they could get away with. As hot as they were, it did not appear that they ever shared their bodies with anyone else but each other. Shortly after they moved in we had them around socially for a drink and to get to know them a little better. As usual in our place there were some porn DVDs lying around. Jesse saw one called “Threesome Boyfriends”. He picked it up and read the description without saying a word. It was about couples that would pick up a third for some no-strings-attached fun. I could see Paul visibly wince as he obviously knew what was coming next. Jesse launched into a tirade about how threesomes destroy perfectly good relationships and how he and Paul would never consent to one as they would only ever have sex with each other and never cheat. He was so worked up about the whole idea that he never commented that it was a bareback movie and had the subtitle: “When your boyfriend’s load isn’t enough.” The rest of the evening went off pleasantly after that blew over, but I realized that my dreams of fucking one or both of them wasn’t going to happen. Until that night that is. We had both gone to take out trash. He was wearing a tight tank top and sky blue bike shorts that showed his physique to perfection. I was wearing my normal tight low cut jeans and had arranged my cock to make a nice bulge in my crotch. I could see me eying it with greed. As we walked back towards our condos he surprised me by commenting on it. “Fuck Ben, how big is that thing you are hiding in there.” I’m more of a shower, not a grower so I just laughed. “Not as big as Brandon’s by a long shot. But do you want to see it?” “Fuck yeah. I’ve been watching you for a while. I like your butt too. Brandon is away for a few days, right?” I liked his tight bubble butt too, showed off to perfection by the tight spandex. “Yeah, he gets back tomorrow.” “Jesse is working late so we could go to our place but he’d kill me if he saw me looking at your naked cock. Can we go to your place? No sex. I just want to see your cock.” “Sure, I said with a grin. And I want to see yours.” As we got to the door of our condo Paul seemed to be having second thoughts. “Um, maybe this isn’t a good idea. Maybe I should go.” I looked at him straight in the eye. “Nonsense, all we’re going to do is look at each other’s dicks, right.” The way his dick was rapidly swelling in his tight spandex shorts and leaving a large sticky pre-cum patch told me otherwise. I opened the front door and led him inside. We stood facing each other in the living room and I slowly undid the fly of my jeans and slipped them down my hips, revealing the yellow mesh jock strap barely holding my hardening dick. Paul must have liked what he saw as he was now fully erect and leaking pre-cum so profusely that there was a clear bead on the outside of the slick wet patch outlining his uncut dickhead. Fuck! I LOVE pre-cum and his dick looked pretty big as well. He seemed uncertain about what to do next so I went on my knees and started sucking on the sticky bulge. He muttered “We shouldn’t be doing this” and then uttered a sigh of pleasure. He put his hands on my head and held my mouth on his bulge. His resolve obviously faded fast as it was only a minute or so before his removed his hands from my head and started to pull down his shorts, revealing his beautiful dick; a good seven inches uncut, fat with a nice foreskin. I knew I wanted that in my ass. I took him back in my mouth and started working my tongue over his cockhead and under the foreskin. I heard him groan with pleasure. “Oh fuck yeah. Maybe just a blowjob.” I placed my hands on his butt cheeks and drew his crotch into my face. He groaned again. “Ben, let’s go to your bedroom if that’s ok. I want to suck your cock while you suck mine. Great, I thought, No sex turned into blowjob and is going to end up in fucking. I like to mislead boys like that! We both stripped off our clothes on the way to the bedroom and before we got to the bed he was down on his knees swallowing my dick with raw hunger. Damn, he needed a dick in his mouth badly. I gently lifted him up and guided him onto the bed. Once we were both on I swung him around so we were laying face to crotch. We both started slurping on each other’s dicks. As I did my best to swallow all of his length. I placed my right hand between his ass cheeks and started feeling his anus with a finger. I felt no resistance as my fingertip probed his hole. To the contrary, he started sucking even more enthusiastically. This was looking good and I eased the whole finger in without resistance. It was time to pick up the pace. I pulled away from him and he rolled onto his back; the sure sign of a bottom. I had often wondered where the term came from. In my experience if you are rolling around in bed and one guy ends up generally on his back, he is going to get fucked. I was going to prove that theory with Paul. I turned around and lay on top of him, grinding my dick against him and deep kissing him passionately. For a guy who was not planning on having sex he was certainly co-operating. While we were kissing I sat back and pulled him up so that he was sitting on my lap with my raging erection pushing at his back door. He started grinding his ass against my dick as he went wild thrusting his tongue into my mouth and sucking my lips. I slowly lowered him back onto the bed and as our lips broke contact he looked pleadingly at me. “Please fuck me. Jesse doesn’t fuck me as much as I want. We haven’t had sex for a week.” I lifted his legs and positioned myself behind him. I grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and squirted lube on my hand and started to work it into his hole. His breathing got heavier so I quickly spread the rest of the lube on my cock and pressed my dickhead against his anus. I started to ease myself in past the outer sphincter. “Stop. Stop.” I thought he was going to ask me to take it slower but no. “Condom, you need a condom?” “Don’t have any. We don’t use them.” As I eased my dick deeper in his chute. I sensed a note of panic in his voice. “We shouldn’t be doing this. Pull out. Please!” I slid in past the second sphincter until I had bottomed in his ass. Now that my raw dick was all the way in the pleasure obviously overcame the concern. I saw him relax and accept his first bareback fuck. “Fuck that feels good. Ok. Just for a few strokes. Then you can pull out and we can jerk off.” I had no intention of doing that. My plan was to breed him and plant my seed so deep that Jesse would not be able to find it. And that he would hopefully return the favor. I was kneeling behind him and I stretched forward and pulled his body upward to that he sat facing me impaled on my cock. I started deep kissing him sucking his tongue and lips and he reciprocated with enthusiasm. He was now grinding his ass on my hips trying to get my meat as deep in his cunt as possible and then sliding his ass up and down my chute to get the maximum sensation of my bare dick in his rectum. The forbidden penetration was almost too much for me and I started to get close. I did not say anything but he must have known I was close as I started grunting with pleasure and he must have felt my cock start to swell and twitch. I knew he wanted my load but as I started cumming and had squireted the first shot I pulled back from his lips long enough to mutter “Where do you want my load?” He did not answer but started kissing me hungrily as I fired volley after volley of scalding hot cum into his bowels. After a few moments he pulled back to say “Up my ass. Fucking incredible!” He paused for a moment to appreciate what he had received then continued. “Jesse always wears a condom and then pulls out and takes the condom off and jerks off over my chest.” I just grinned at him. “So I assume you’ve never been barebacked before?” He looked at me for a while. “No. Never. Does it feel as good for a top as for a bottom?” I laughed at him. “Fuck yeah dude, what do you think? If bare is better for a bottom it is ten times better for a top!” He lifted himself of my dick which slipped out of his freshly fucked ass with a cummy plop and he pushed me onto my back. “I haven’t cum yet and I want to feel what it’s like.” He lifted my ass off the bed to get access to my hole. He wasted no time, he slicked up his rock hard dick and slid into my willing hole with one thrust. His dick may not have been particularly big, but he certainly knew how to fuck. I could sense he was getting close. “Pull out!” I commanded. He looked at me with surprise, considering that I had shot a massive load in his bareback virgin cunt a few minutes earlier. But he did as I asked and as he did so I continued. “Ok, now roll on a condom and fuck me again and confirm for yourself what you have been missing.” He looked at me questioningly. I laughed. “We keep them in the night stand for special occasion.” Without saying anything he opened the drawer, grabbed a condo, tore open the wrapper and rolled it over his dick. Once he was ready to insert it into my anus he spoke. “It felt so good bare. You are going to let me cum inside you aren’t you?” “Of course. When you’re ready.” I replied. He slowly slid all the way in. “I can barely feel anything!” I just grinned, “Fuck me harder. Maybe you’ll feel something.” He did, when the condom burst. The sudden release of his cock from its latex prison took him to an almost immediate climax as he loaded me up with his seven day load. He had barely come off his orgasmic high when the guilt set in. He could barely look at me. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. We shouldn’t have done that. I cheated on Jesse and got barebacked and you cheated on Brandon. I’d better go now.” I did not tell him that Brandon and I had an “arrangement”. He rapidly dressed and made for the door. As he walked out I put some of the condoms in his hand. “Maybe you need to use some of these with Jesse.” He must have been really conflicted because as he got to the door he kissed me deep, turned around and left, with my load still in his gut.

The Party Continues – As told by Brandon I looked at Zach and he grinned and came to stand in front of me. He slipped off his leather shorts revealing that he was wearing a tight pair of black latex jock-briefs that displayed his tight buns to perfection. He leaned forward giving me a good look at his asshole. He relaxed his muscles allowing his hole to open up and a dribble of something trickled out. I had never seen anything like it. Well used would be the best description of the loose hole surrounded by puffy ass lips. “I guess you noticed that I’m not a virgin anymore” he joked “and that’s Chris’s cum leaking out. He fucked me a few minutes ago and got me all lubed up for all these hot guys. And with a bit of luck your and Dino’s holes will look like this by the end of the evening.” He looked around the room. “Guys, I want everyone to leave at least one load each up Brandon’s and Dino’s holes.” “No problem” said a cute college aged guy. “Ryan and I will breed him next. And make sure that he and the other new guy gets a load from each of us. We’ve all loaded each other up before at these parties so we need to make sure to share what we have.” I looked at them. A pair of gorgeous athletic guys in their early twenties, wearing matching black jock-briefs. I barely had time to think before they walked over. Ryan put his arms around Brent and pulled him backward so his cock slid out of my hole. “Make place for me.” At the same time his friend put his arms around Brad and pulled him forward. “I’m Jon, and I need to clean your dick.” He immediately went down on his knees and started swallowing my cum slick cock. My hole had been opened wide by Brent’s fat 9 inch dick and well lubed with his cum so Ryan’s dick slid in easily. He immediately started power fucking me and talking dirty. “Love fucking a cummy hole. Especially one that Brad or Brent have bred.” Jon stopped deep throating my dick just long enough to add. ”Fuck yeah. They’ve loaded us up many times with their potent seed.” And he went back to sucking. Since they had been taking loads from Brent and Brad I could only assume that were also poz. The fact that I was going to get another toxic load got me really hard again, and Jon’s expert sucking certainly added to my pleasure. Ryan certainly knew how to hit my prostate in the best way to intensify the sensations of his bare cock sliding in and out of my chute. I looked up and saw that Dino was getting fucked by Brent. For someone who was cheating on his boyfriend he certainly had no problem taking Brent’s massive poz cock and was encouraging him to fuck harder and Brent was responding. “Fuck yeah. Love your fat bare cock in my hole. Fuck me harder. I want your load up my ass.” “You fucking right dude. My loads only go up asses. No wasted seed. You’ve got such a sweet tight ass that it is going to be a big one.” With the size of Brent’s cock almost any hole was going to be tight for him. I was on my hands and knees getting fucked doggy style. I looked to my right and Zach was bent over next to me with Brad’s arms alternately sliding elbow-deep in his hole. I had never seen anyone being fisted before in real life but Zach was obviously enjoying it immensely. Brad was obviously also into it as his massive curved dick was rock hard and drooling copious pre-cum. He could see that I was somewhat surprised so that he cleared up the confusion for me. “The baker boys can cum a couple of times a night, but sometimes they take a break from fucking to give my ass some special treatment.” Brent obviously did not need a break yet as he was getting close to cumming up Dino’s ass so soon after he had fucked me. Zach encouraged Brent. “Fuck yeah stud. Seed his cunt. Then take a break and fist my ass for a while so that you can be sure to load up Brandon again later.” I certainly was not going to say no to having Brent’s magnificent meat up my ass for a second time that evening. Chris the waiter was in a train getting fucked by a guy who was getting fucked by Ricky, Chris’s boyfriend. The room was filled with the sounds of thighs slapping against butts and the wet sounds of raw dicks pounding sloppy holes. Ryan was now aggressively fucking my ass and came within seconds, adding to the load that Brent had left. Almost as soon as he came Ryan pulled out of my ass and Brad thrust into me in one slick move with his right arm still engulfed in Zach’s bowels “I saved my first load tonight for you. I’m gonna breed you good.” Brad started deep fucking slamming all the way home and then slowly withdrawing while simultaneously punch fisting Zach’s ass. After a few minutes he slid his arm out of Zach and placed both hands on my waist. “I have to get a good grip on you because I need my load to go real deep in your gut”. He stopped moving his hips and instead started pulling me back and pushing me forward sliding my chute up and down on his cock. Every time he pulled me backward he made sure my ass cheeks slammed hard against his abdomen and his fat curved cock reached deep places no cock had ever done before. My involuntary grunts of pain as he bottomed in my colon stimulated him. “Fuck yeah. Little cumslut likes a good banging. Needs my load.” By now he was obviously very close as after slamming me back a few times he bust his nut and flooded my abused rectum with a massive load. Load number three I thought. Brad looked around the room. “Who’s next? This slut needs more cum in his chute. If he gets enough he is sure to become one of us.” Jon was no longer sucking my dick and was fucking Zach. “Fuck yeah. Me next.” Brad withdrew and went to fuck Dino. Jon turned me around and pushed me onto my back on one of the benches. “I want to see your face when I shoot my load in your guts.” My legs were over the edge of the bench and Jon stood between them. His cock slid easily into my loaded hole. As he fucked me he leaned over and started to kiss me sucking my tongue and lips as he power fucked me. I could feel him slowly picking up the pace as he got closer. He stopped kissing and whispered in my ear. “We don’t have tattoos yet.” And looked at me for a response. I just smiled. “Gonna give you what Brad and Ryan and Brent gave you.” I pretended to not understand what he was saying. Of course I knew he meant poz cum. “Fuck yeah, Hot stud cum. Give me yours. Breed me. Fill me with your seed.” That pushed him over the edge. Maybe he thought that I was going to get pozzed at the party, and that perhaps it would be his load that did it. I felt his dick thicken and then jerk as he started squirting his scalding hot cum into my already coated insides. Load number four. That meant with Jeremy’s load on the weekend I had equaled Ben’s score of the number of guys who had loaded his ass since we got married. I hoped to at least double that number before the night was over. Jon’s dick had barely started to soften before he pulled out to be replaced by the next guy. It was the guy who had been in the middle between Chris and Ricky. He was one hot muscled fucker with a fat 11 inch uncut dick, and an unmistakable biohazard tattoo around his left nipple. As he saw me looking at the tattoo he grinned. “I’m Justin, and really more of a bottom, but I know you need my load tonight. You obviously know what you are getting.” He turned me around so that I was on my hands and knees so that he could fuck me doggy style. For a bottom he certainly knew how to fuck. Fast and furious, ramming his massive dick in deep and then withdrawing until just the head of his dick was inside my anus. The wet squelching sounds of him fucking lubricated by three loads was intense. After a few minutes of him battering my abused and stretched chute he came, flooding me with another charged load. Load five. Five guys. I was now ahead of Ben - Well, at least based on what I had overheard between him and Jeremy. While Justin was cumming Brad and Brent had come to stand on either side of my face. They had zipped up their latex suits and I noticed that their bodies were now drenched with perspiration. They pulled up my swimsuit, lifted me up, placed me on one of the exercise mats on the floor and flipped me onto my back again. Brent spoke. “My brother and I really like you and your sweet ass and we want you at the same time.” I certainly had no problems with them wanting me again, but maybe not at the same time. I had never had two cocks in my hole before and Brent and Brad were both massively endowed. Brad spoke next. “Yeah Bro, I know he’s married but lets mark him as ours.” I had no idea what they planned next. Brad and Brent grinned at each other. I heard Justin and Zach chuckle. They obviously knew. Brent stood astride me facing me over my chest, Brad stood behind me in line with my crotch. Brad put his arms about Brent and started nibbling his ear. Brent spoke. “I love my little brother so much. He is such a dirty fucker.” Brad shot back. “No, Brent is dirtier than me. Show him Brent.” I heard a hissing sound and I noticed that Brent’s tight latex suit was filling up with liquid. He grinned at me. “You want this, don’t you?” and without waiting for answer both Brent and Brad unzipped their latex suits releasing a flood of piss onto me and their pissing cocks were directed to completely cover my body with their pungent stream. As soon as the pissing stopped they stripped off their latex and came to lie on the mat along side me. Brent was on my lefty and Brad on my right and they immediately started giving me a tongue bath, licking all the sweat and piss off my body. I was almost overwhelmed by the musky sweaty smell of their hairy armpits. Brent placed his hairy armpit over my face and I immediately started reciprocating, swirling my tongue through the funky salty hair blond hair of his pit. I lost track of what everyone else was doing in the incredible sensations of two greedy tongues in my pits, in my navel, my nips, my earlobes on my ass crack. My dream was interrupted by the pressure of Brent’s cock against my anus. They did not double fuck me, instead they took turns each fucking for a few strokes before swapping. As Brad got close and started to cum Brent whispered in my ear. “Brad is going to load you up with another load of toxic cum. You want that don’t you? Most of the guys here tonight are poz.” As Brad started to squirt Brent moved around and in a slick move Brad slid out, Brent slid in and after two or three thrusts started to add his load to his brother’s. Chris had laid down on the mat alongside us. “Ricky and I have a treat for you. Sit on my dick facing me.” Brent pulled out of me and maneuvered me over Chris’s rock hard dick and guided his cock into my ass. I sat all the way down until my ass cheeks were hard against his pubic hair. I felt someone lifting me up. It was Ricky. He had moved in between Chris’s legs and I soon felt his dick probing my ass alongside his boyfriends. It was very painful as he started to force his way in but it was a fantasy come true. Two hot boyfriends were going to double fuck my ass. Something I had only ever dreamed of. Chris and Ricky took turns in thrusting up my overstretched chute. A large puddle of cum leaked out and made a slick patch on Chris’s crotch. Both of them had already cum once that night, loading up Dino, so it took some serious thrusting before they came simultaneously in my ravaged rectum. That was loads eight and nine and guys six and seven. I had barely lifted myself off their slimy dicks before Ricky spoke. “Uh oh. He leaked and lost a lot of cum. He needs a refill. Someone who hasn’t cum yet tonight.” I thought that would be a tough request to fill after all the loads that had been given but it seems Zach had been waiting for the opportunity. He was standing close by fisting his rock hard dick with his right hand. As Zach moved towards me he looked at the clock on the wall. “Ok guys. It 11:30 . your ninety minutes is up. The TeamBB party is officially over.” I looked at him with dismay as I was hoping to take a few more loads that night. He laughed. “Don’t panic, the party is officially over, but the fucking doesn’t need to stop. You just don’t need to play by the rules anymore. Except of course no cum should be wasted as it belongs in an asshole.” He gave me a long sensuous wet kiss before turning back to the others. “Brandon here did not bareback and take loads from strangers until very recently. Do you think he needs a raw poz cock in his ass?” Dino responded immediately. “Fuck yeah. That would be hot. I want to see a poz cock sliding in his cunt. Then I want to see his face when his gut gets flooded by a poz load. And while he is getting fucked I want a fat poz cock fucking and filling me.” Justin took care of Dino’s needs while I finally got to feel Zach’s meat in my hole. It is kind of ironic really, as I had been lusting after his ass for months, but now he was fucking me. I wondered what his abused ass would be like to fuck, but I knew that after tonight there would surely be another chance to try. Zach’s dick may have looked big on his small frame, but after all the cocks I had had up my ass that evening it did not feel that special. However he certainly knew how to use it and within minutes he blew a massive load up my chute. As I felt seven or eight potent squirts of toxic man cream fill my rectum I realized that what he may had lacked in dick size he made up for in the size of his loads. Zach made eight guys and ten loads. The only guy who I had not fucked or been fucked by was Dino. He had taken quite a few loads by the time we got together, probably as many as I had. It was a toss up who got to fuck who. I did not get to make the decision as Dino spun me around and easily slid his bare pole into my cum slick hole. “Fuck yeah. Nothing better than fucking a cum filled man cunt. Unless someone is fucking a third or fourth load up mine.” It was a new experience for me but I had to agree. Dino was fucking me with long deep strokes. “My boyfriend doesn’t know what he’s missing.” For a moment I forgot what Dino had told me earlier so I asked him. “He doesn’t take loads?” “Only mine. We used condoms together until about a year ago. Then we got tested and started barebacking. He insisted on monogamy.” He picked up the pace of his fucking, slamming his crotch hard against my ass. I felt his dick twitch and then thicken as he started firing his load deep in my gut. He had barely cum when he continued his story. “But we only had sex once or twice a month. I needed more. So I started looking online and I met Sam when my boyfriend was away. He convinced me to lose the condoms.” Sam. Probably the same Sam. That and the way Dino was taking loads he was probably also poz and his boyfriend had no idea. Seemed like a familiar story. Dino withdrew from my ass and I swung him around and moved in behind him. “Now its my turn to bareback your slutty cheating cunt. You just took at least one poz load tonight, would you take another?” “Fuck yeah. Oh Fuck. Yeah. You Poz?” Was all he said as I slid my dick into his sloppy chute bottom-deep in one thrust. I grinned and pretended innocence. “I don’t know. I haven’t been to the lab for testing. But I’ve had a lot of poz cock lately. Probably poz”. I started fucking him fast and hard. “Fuck yeah. I want that. I’ve been fucked bareback by about 100 guys since I met Sam. Most of them poz or don’t know.” That was all I needed to take me over the edge and add another poz load to those he had already received that evening. That was pretty much the end of the party. We all showered and got dressed and left the gym. As we walked back to our rooms Zach asked me “What made you change your mind? A few days ago you were the condom queen and tonight you were taking and giving loads like a champ.” I looked him straight in the eye. “Last week you said things to me that made me think. On the way home I stopped at a pharmacy and bought a home test kit. I was not really surprised at the result.” He grinned. “Are you going to tell Ben?” I laughed. “Hell no. Since it is almost a dead cert I got it from him I’ll let him find out for himself. On the other hand we are now free to fuck as we please. You need to invite us to one of your parties.” “I will most definitely do so. Both you and Ben will be stars.”

Hey guys….. I read this story last year already and was always hoping it would be developed in one or the other way. Since the end is now already written, I thought – maybe I could write sort of an interlude, between the third part and the final part. It seems like some action is missing and Noels ordeal has not been finished yet. I truly hope daddybear doesn’t mind. I do this in great appreciation of his work and the way he conducted the story. This is my first try in writing. So please be kind to me. If you are interested I could write the second part of the interlude, but then I fear the story is truly over. And this makes me really sad.  Besides all: Merry Christmas to all of you – from Germany. Interlude: Andy was pushing 3 fingers into the moaning twink. He did a good job inserting my junk, which was dripping out of Noels roughly used cunt. My cum being pink stained, Andy remarked, that I damaged the boy pretty good. I was sitting in a big chair, almost in front of Noel. My legs spread wide and my dick still hard from the relentless fucking I just gave the little one. Watching into Noels face, I saw he was still flying high but sometimes his eyebrows kind of frowned, like the pain was actually sending signals of the rape to his brain. ‘Give him some more lube. Make him horny for more dick, man…..’ I shouted to Andy. Andy didn’t think twice. He scooped a large amount of the spiked lube and roughly entered his victims ass, creaming the inside of his ass with the drug that was given. Noel whimpered. ‘Man…. this hole will be fucked…. it will be fucked once I get my fist in….’ Andy mumbled this more to himself than to Santa ‘Bruno’ Bruno was slowly jacking off. Although he had just ejaculated gallons into the young bitch, he felt like his balls wanted to wipe out yet another orgasm. He liked the idea of Noel being corrupted. In this moment he didn’t think of explanations for the bad shape the boy would be, when his mom would come to pick him up. There was only his lust and this angelic cute bottom, who had his first sexual experience. And this was so intense. Meanwhile Andy opened his jeans and his big gun almost jumped out of his pants. ‘Man – I need to fuck him too. Do you mind if I take my piece of the cake’ Andy asked. ‘Not at all’ I answered. ‘Show him how nice a dick can hurt, once it is all the way in’ Without hesitation he jacked his dick a few times and although it was not necessary, he spit on the boys hole to make him even more wet. In one smooth motion he slid his whole size into the boy who was grunting with pain or pleasure. Either was possible in his drugged state of mind. Like a jackhammer he worked on the tight ass. Pulling out totally and slamming back in. Noel’s eyes were open and they were glued on Bruno and though, they were shadowed, it felt like he was yearning for Bruno to stand up and feed him some cock. In this very moment a key could be heard, unlocking the door again. Andy was so much into fucking, that he didn’t hear, or just didn’t care. But Bruno turned his head: and in walked Bonsu. A big black guy with a huge bulge in his crotch…. which was even more growing, when he saw the surprise that awaited him. To be continued…… (?)

Hey guys, I am planning a short notice trip to Seattle Dec. 19-22. Just trying to get an idea of where to stay/who is in the area that would be up for some fun. I'm looking to stay near a nice active, sleazy area and I really don't know the city too well. Any suggestions?

FIrst post Back to Booner's question. There are several places you can go to: Saunas: - Sun City: Large sauna, beautifully designed. Not much action, guys tend to "turn" a lot, so there's not much really going on. Many beautiful boys/men to be found, but don't expect them to make the first move. One exception though is the tiny darkroom upstairs. - IDM sauna: smaller than Sun City, but still nice. There's a dark area at the very top, and you might get lucky there. Sexbars: - L'Impact: Friendly bar with a nice atmosphere. Nakedness is mandatory ! :-) When you arrive you're given a black plastic bag where you can put your belongings/clothes, which you then hand over to the barman who'll ask you for your initials so that you can get it back at the end. There's a flight of stairs that'll lead you to the basement, where there's a sling, some cabins and a room with some glory holes. - Le Bunker: More like a cruising club. Once you put your stuff in a locker just go downstairs for the fun to begin. Lots of action in the darkroom. Mostly BB... Nightclubs: Le Dépôt: Lots of black and oriental guys, and considered by many to be the dirtiest and trashiest gay nightclub in town. Once again, all the fun happens in the dimly lit barkroom downstairs. Guys tend to be shy, or at least not bold enough to make the first move... so don't hesitate to "grab their attention" if there's someone you really like. That's about it I guess. @NLbear : Paris has changed a lot. I'd say that the Marais (literally "the Swamp") is still the place to go to if you're after the typical/caricatural "gay experience", i.e. go-go dancers, leather bars, sexshops and expensive clothes. In reality though the Marais is only just a couple of streets, not more than that, and most gay men don't live there, since it became basically too gentrified and thus way too expensive. One can run into a lot of gays closer to the axis that goes from Bastille to République, where the unfortunate shootings took place. On a more global scale though, I'd say that the weight has definitely shifted to other European cities, e.g. Berlin, London, Barcelona and Brussels to name just a few.

Ran into a top, who fucked and loaded me about a year ago, at the grocery store last night. Have never tried hooking up while in a public space but saw him and remembered how much cum he dumps. So I walked up to him and did the whole running into a friend you have not seen in awhile (I do not know his name). He must have remembered me because he took to it real well. Did some casual conversation and then he was like, 'We should go hang out at my place tonight if you are free.' I just nodded yes and we left the store right then. I rode in his car back to his place and it was like we were both horned up animals. He was in my ass doggy style practically after getting in the door, he used spit as lube. He started telling me how he had not cum in a week and was so happy to have a good ass to load up. Needless to say he only lasted a few minutes before I heard the familiar rapid breathing and hard slamming to know he was cumming deep in me. We got situated and walked back out to his car as if it were no big deal. He did not go back into the store though, I still had to pickup things for the wife. Do not think a dude's cum was on the list but I am a sucker for the treat aisle.

I know I love it when I wake up in the morning after a long hard play session only to have my Master slide his morning hard on into my well fucked hole and flood it with his hot morning piss. then have him work it in deeper and deeper until he explodes inside me again

Fuck I'd love a hung Poz daddy to do this to me!!!

Anything bigger than 7 1/2" is difficult for me to suck. So when this one guy with a 9 1/2" cock force fucked my throat, I thought I would literally choke on it. I tried to get him to pull his cock back a bit. But he was very strong, and I could not do anything. But it didn't take long before he blew his load in my mouth. And even though I was gagging, I was really turned on by how he had his way with me.

Saturday night was invited to a pig's place that I had given my phone number to at a bathhouse. Was fucking horned so took up his offer. He said that there were a few other men there who already fucked him and that he had also been out collecting loads all afternoon. That's what got me interested. When I got there one of the leather guys answered. He told me that the pig is into collecting cum , which I knew and already had more than 10 loads in him before I got there. There were 2 other leathermen all geared in chaps, boots and jocks in the pig's bedroom. I didn't bring my leather gear and chaps, but was wearing my levis and boots and underneath my dick was hard and wet in my well worn jockstrap that was pretty wet and rank from playing in it for a few days. The pig's place had that sex crazed aroma of poppers and manhole sex, sweat and piss. The pig's bedroom floor was covered with piss shower sheets. The pig was already on his knees doggy style with his gaping hole looking for more loads when I walked into the bedroom. The other 3 guys had already fucked him and were waiting to watch so I climbed onto his back and started pumping my dick in his hole. It was so fantastic raw fucking him with all the fuckslop already in his guts. I was churning up the slop and it was leaking out over my balls and onto the shower sheet. One of the 3 other guys was stroking his dick and encouraging me as I fucked him hard. The other 2 guys started into a fisting session on the bed. The pig I was breeding was full of fuckslop and was moaning with deep gutteral sounds and begging me to blow my load in his guts which I did, too quickly for my tastes but I was fucking horned. When I pulled out he sucked my dick clean and the guy watching wanted me to suck on the pig's hole and share the slop that I could get out of him. I got down on his hole and it was gaping open and his gut lips were blooming out and he started to push out the fuckslop. The slop came out in a flood and he tasted so fucking hot. The other guy watching got down and we sucked face with the pig's gutslop being passed between us. The pig was down on the floor lapping up his spilled slop on the shower sheet. He still had lots of slop in him and the 3 of us shared it like we were in a sex crazed feeding frenzy. THis feeding continued for some time until there was nothing else in the pig's guts for us. We finished watching the 2 guys on the bed, one fisting the other.

DOes it have to be USA? Gran Canaria warm all year, and more sex than Palm Springs and Ft Lauderdale put together

The first time this happened to me. It was actually my first anal experience. On many occasions I had sucked-off a bear and had tried several times to get him to fuck me, safely with a condom, but he was one of those guys who just can't stay hard when wearing a condom. Finally one day I decided to let him slip it in me bare just for a little while, just so I could feel what it was like. I told him it was just a for a few minutes and I would finish him off orally. So, when I had him sucked up nice and hard, I lubed him up and backed myself down onto his lap. His cock slowly entered me and when it was fully in I began rocking slowly on his lap as he held me there in a bear hug. It felt so fuckin good, my cock was rock hard. I definitely loved my first fuck. It couldn't have been more than two minutes when he really clamped down on me with his arms, leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Don't move a bit." Now I should have known why because he always did that right before he cums in my mouth when I'm on my knees, he likes to have me stop with his cock held still, deep in my mouth as he orgasms, but it felt so good at that moment that I just needed to be fucked a little bit longer. Or maybe I was just hoping the fuck would continue after a pause, but whatever, I then heard his breath in my ear and and I knew without doubt what was happening. The thought raced through my head that I should struggle off of his cock, but he was holding me so tight, and it just felt too fucking good to stop. I didn't move a bit or even say a word to stop. I completely relaxed, leaned back onto him and felt his cock pumping as he began to moan. The only motion I made was to turn back with my head so that I could watch his face as his long orgasm came over him, knowing he was filling me with cum. Anyway not a drop leaked out of my ass and I went to work with his semen planted deep inside me. I shat it out many hours later to see the huge load. I don't know if it was technically stealth because I became aware of it as it was happening, but I wasn't upset at all with him and took it as a compliment that it was just too hot for him to stop. In addition, I was sure he was clean and was actually glad that he forced me to experience taking a guy's load. I had been too chicken to accept getting barebacked and being bred, so I guess he did me a favor by removing the anxiety of having to choose that first time around.