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The Hitch-Hiker (Part 1 – Daniel) It was in late fall. I was driving down the interstate without a route in my mind, without any directions. I was looking for the right guy. He shouldn’t be too tall as I liked my toys around 170 cm. Not taller. He should be skinny as I want to be able to move his body around when we are in action. He should be young, preferably a twink with no body hair at all. While 18 years would be great, certainly no one older than 21. It was around 6:00 PM and it was getting dark already and so I chose to close the books for today and head home, when I saw a blonde angel sitting on his huge backpack at the side of the road and holding a handwritten sign with the single word '‘Portland’. I slowed my car down and slid the window down on the passenger’s seat. “Hey there,” the guy said politely, adding “Going north…. ?” He looked very tired. “Well, I can give you a ride for a while, though I won’t drive to Portland,” I explained. “That’s rocking. Any distance will help," he replied, not moving from the passenger’s side, presumably awaiting my instructions. I got out of my car and, opening the trunk of my car, said "Here, put your backpack in here, and then hop into the car." He turned to his backpack. I could feel my cock growing while he was bending down and trying to lift it from the ground. His tight blue jeans showed slipped down a bit and showed part of his ass. I wanted to rip his clothes off right then and there, but instead I helped him lift the stuff into my trunk. After we both got into the car and fastened our seatbelts I started the engine and we drove off. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Daniel. And yours?" “My friends call me 'Scorpion',” I replied with a grin. He chuckled, saying "I like that," as he added "“Nice to meet you, Scorpion and thanks for giving me a ride.” He gave me a broad smile, flashing his perfect set of teeth. “How long had you been waiting on the side of the road?" “Man, forever, it seems. I had trouble with my girlfriend. We had a huge fight and then she kicked me out of the car, the stupid bitch,” he complained. “Yeah, I know what you mean. I am slightly older than you, but women can be bitches in all decades.” “Well, thanks to you, at least I'm one step closer to getting home," he commented. “Living still at home with your parents?” I asked. Daniel nodded. We kept on talking for a while. Daniel mentioned me he had just celebrated his 18th birthday with the slut of his girlfriend and now he was heading home from this bad vacation. “Would you hand me the water bottle from the back seat?” I asked him suddenly. “Sure” he replied and unfastened his seat belt trying to fetch my bottle from the seat behind. That way I could almost smell his ass cunt, and, as the seat of his jeans slid down, the upper reaches of his butt cheeks were clearly visible. Having retrieved the bottle,he turned around and gave me the water. “You’re thirsty?” I asked. He nodded but told me, that his bottle was in the backpack and that one was in the trunk. I suggested he look around, that there should be another bottle some where in the back seat. I knew there was one left, since I had spiked it with GHB. Again Daniel made his way to show me the moon. My cock was already bulging out dangerously. He opened the water bottle and didn’t seem to register that he didn’t hear the obvious ‘click’ from a sealed bottle. He swallowed a few sips and we continued talking casually. I started to drink from my water bottle again and animated Daniel to drink some more water too. After a while I realized, that Daniel was getting sleepy I slowed down the car speed. It appeared he had drunk about half of the bottle of spiked water. I wanted him to be conscious, but helpless. I hoped he didn’t drink too much. The open bottle in his hand dropped to his crotch and spilled on his jeans. I pulled over into an apparently little used parking lot and stopped the car. There were no other cars in sight. I grabbed the bottle out of the boy's crotch and asked him if he was okay. He wasn’t barely even able to open his eyes, but he saw the mess he produced. “Oh no…. I am sorry mate….. I am just so tired. I don’t know what…..” he mumbled. “No big deal” I replied and added, that it was only water. Still I told him I needed to dry the mess, since the water was already reaching his seat. He nodded solemnly, but didn’t reply and so I took a hand towel I had deliberately placed on the driving console, and wiped Daniel’s crotch, giving his dick a good groping. He moaned and tried to focus on me, but was not able to show great resistance. “Spread your legs, so I can reach the seat” I instructed him. He did, but I didn’t care about the seat. I was, however, very interested in the guy's crotch. It was time. I threw the towel aside and massaged Daniel’s dick unashamedly through his jeans and started opening his buttons. He moaned softly, but didn’t open his eyes anymore. “Got you,” I murmured as I turned back and re-started the engine. I wanted to reach the nearest possible abandoned place, and, as I knew the area very well, I already had a good spot in mind. I glanced at my drowsing new toy and thought ‘The Scorpion is about to sting again'.

I headed off to a sauna in Manchester, which I’ve heard is a bit of a wild city for bareback fun, but this wasn'tn't my experience. It was Saturday night so there were many hot guys in attendance, but every single one of them seemed to want to play safe, not only the guys with whom I connected in their private rooms, but even those I encountered in the public dark rooms. Everywhere I heard the annoying snap snap snap of a condom going on. God damn it! After an hour or so of this, a switch went off in my head: if anyone tries to fuck me safe, I am just going to walk away. And sure enough, I was leaving a trail of condom-lovers in my wake. I found myself politely, but adamantly refusing to play with any of the guys. Better no sex than crappy sex with a condom. After some time I went to the café area, where I caught a bit of a sleep, and when I awakened, I sucked off a couple of hot guys here and there, but that was it. At 5:00 AM I concluded to myself 'Forget about getting fucked bareback. It's not going to happen tonight'. With that I decided to give it one last walk around and maybe leave. Then, barely a few minutes later, I ran into a hot Turkish guy with whom I’d been chatting earlier. He was tall, black-haired, fairly muscular, a face both handsome and pretty in that way only Middle Eastern guys can do well. I threw caution to the wind, gave him my sluttiest, most cruisy look, and walked straight past him into the room with the sex sling. I jump right into it, and no sooner had I positioned myself than he walked into the room. So there I was, in position, ass up legs in the air. He immediately began rubbing his cock on my hole. This seems promising so I lubed my ass up, and then quickly rub some lube on his cock. That seems to be the signal he was waiting for: he slipped his boner into me. I felt a rush of relief. At last! Finally someone willing to fuck me properly, naturally, skin on skin. He fucked me quite well, with alternating strokes, hard and deep to gentle and slow. It felt excellent. Suddenly over his shoulder appeared a slim ginger lad in his early 20s. He peered down over Turkish Guy’s shoulder as if checking for something, then asked Turkish Guy “Are you fucking him bareback, mate?” Turkish guy looks at him and smiled. “Yes he is!” I answered loudly. Ginger Lad nods approvingly, replying “I’m next then” before starting to play with Turkish Guy’s nipples and kissing him. Fuck yes, I was very happy at this development. Quite soon Turkish Guy pulls out, wanks for a bit and then slams his cock back into me just as he was cumming. Weirdly I don’t feel the cumshot, but his reaction said it all. He withdrew, murmured "Thanks" and walked away. Meanwhile Ginger Lad had already stepped forward and had slid inside me like a shot. Perhaps he had also been hunting for bareback all night. I smiled from ear to ear. Clearly bareback cumshots are like buses – you wait ages for one and then two come along at the same time. Ha ha ha. Anyway, Ginger Lad was fucking me nice and hard, and clearly Turkish Guy's cum was an excellent lube, because it was a nice, satisfying fuck. It also occurred to me that Ginger Lad, who had a slim body, had a similarly built cock, 'cause it felt long and slim inside my hole. I took pleasure in the thought that he was working Turkish Guy’s cumshot into my body. Before long Ginger Lad shot his load inside my hole, and I encouraged him to “Fuck your cum into me.” He did so for a few minutes, and then withdrew, walking away without a word. Nice. I love serving as a hole for guys like him. A couple of other guys had come into the sling room to watch and I offered them a go, but no one seemed to have the courage, so I jumped out of the sling feeling fucking wired, flying from jizzjoy and the awesome feeling that comes from a couple of good hard proper fucks. I decided to head to the showers, bone hard, my body body tense and ecstatic with the shivers that come with good sex. On the way I met a guy, 'Teen Guy', who couldn't have been any older than 18. He was sporting a huge cock, but very young. Seeing me, Teen Guy was clearly interested, and he gestured for me to follow him into the steam room, where we promptly began kissing. However, the thought of the cum from Turkish Guy and Ginger Lad won out, and I blurted out "You want to fuck me?" Without saying a word, he stood-up, and gestured for me to do the same, and positioning me so I was bent-over, whereupon he slipped inside my hole. Now, to tell the truth it fucking hurt. His cock was really, really huge, and it was long, but I willed myself to accept it, that the pain was worth the pleasure of a third bareback guy in a row. I was more than willing to put up with any amount of pain to get this teen guy’s cumshot in my ass. After a couple of minutes of being pounded, he withdrew, and gestured for me to follow him into a private room, where he spent the next ten minutes or so fucking me hard. Although wired, and determined to get his cumshot, I had to bite down to ignore the pain. He was fucking me much deeper and harder than the first two guys, so I tried to move through the pain to enter into a deep ecstasy but it was impossible. In the end I just lay there, face down, my back arched, my hole open, taking his cock anyway I could, letting this teen use my ass for his pleasure. Fortunately my discipline paid off: he came hard inside me, thrusting so hard and deep the pain reached fever pitch. But I could distinctly feel the cumshot, the warm rush inside me. Fuck yeah. After his last drops were deposited in my hole he withdrew and disappeared. I felt completely used and cumdumped, which was an awesome feeling. Now all I wanted was to find someone else to massage the three cumshots into my ass. Sure enough about five minutes later I did, again bareback, this time in a corridor. The guy, who I immediately labeled 'Jack hammer', had a cock somewhat smaller than Teen Guy’s so he fit comfortably. As his nickname implies, he was pounding quite hard, and I began hoping for a fourth cumshot, when he slowed down and stopped. "Are you gonna cum in me?” I asked. “No mate," replied Jack Hammer, explaining "I’ve cum twice already. Just I’m on Viagra so it’s still hard.” Okay, so no cumshot, but he was still good for a fuck. So I told him I had three loads in my ass, and I asked that he continue fucking me. He complied, pulling out at one point and announced he could see the cum coating his cock. Then he slid back in, fucking me until the cum was deep inside my hole. Sadly he never actually came, but so be it. Well, this has been a long story! As a side note, over the next five days I kept watch, and I'm happy to report the cum never made any kind of reappearance so it must’ve been thoroughly fucked into me and then absorbed. It was fucking awesome. I pulled bareback victory out of the jaws of condom defeat (!!) and got some loads in my ass after a lot of work. A good night in the end.

Notwithstanding my best intentions, a kind of madness comes over me every few weeks, when all I want to do is take as much cum in my ass as I can. And I’m not particular about from whom. There is a sauna I usually visit which has two floors and a basement which is reached via a short corridor and a flight of steps down to a dark doorway. The basement is pitch black, steamy and smelly from body odours. You can’t see anyone inside, but I have watched the men coming and going and I know they are the old, the trolls and the skinny sleazy guys no-one would play with in the light of the main floors. Consequently, the sex is completely unsafe – no condoms are used or offered – as these men are infected already or just don’t care. I stripped and made my way down the corridor and down the stairs. My heart began to pound, not only with fear and excitement but the strong smell of poppers in the fetid air. I moved into the darkness, sensing and feeling sweating naked bodies crushed in the confined space around me. Reaching out, I felt the chains of the sling hanging in the centre of the room. I turned and lowered myself onto the seat, shuddering with disgust at the sliminess on my bare skin from spunk and lube dripping over the leather. Immediately, calloused hands grabbed my ankles, lifting my legs and pushing stirrups over my feet. I lay there with my legs wide and asshole exposed, like a fly in a web and waited, only able to see vague pale shape looming around me. A finger probed my hole, sliding into the lube I had applied in the changing room. I heard a low chuckle and other hands pinched my nipples as a warm wet mouth engulfed my swollen cock. I groaned, unable to resist, feeling and embracing the degradation as I offered myself to the darkness. A man loomed between my legs, flabby body like a white slug and lank black hair over his sweating brow. He was fumbling below his belly as he got into position, and then I felt his cock sliding into me. I gasped at the thickness of it, feeling the veins along the shaft as it slid up me until his cold, clammy belly lay on my cock and the sling began to sway and creak as he fucked me. The noise attracted a crowd and the urged him on as he rode me towards a climax. I gasped with pleasure as his cock slid deliciously in and out, and sweat dripped from his face on to mine. Then he gave a grunt and pushed deep into me as his cock throbbed and spurted into my guts. After a moment, he pushed off me and his cock slid out followed by a gush of sperm. There was a scramble and a mouth clamped over my hole, lapping up the sperm leaking from my body. Then another man was between my legs. I could see he was old and skinny with thick rings hanging from his sagging tits. His face was hollow, but his eyes pierced into mine. We connected at that fundamental level which all pigs understand, and, giving me a toothless grin, his long, mushroom headed cock found my hole and slid up into my hole. I could do nothing but reach around and embrace his bony back and wait for him to breed me….

Part 3 After his experience with the hot suited Man, Clay decided to do some searching on craigslist. Among his top favorite searches were posts from married men who worked in the city and wanted some discreet no strings attached head before heading home to New Jersey and Scarsdale. The aching feeling he got having these businessmen come to his door, Feed him their dick, bust a nut and leave always left him wanting more. And of course there were a number of close calls with his straight roommate walking in, which often made Clay cum in his shorts. However, after a while this routine seemed to feel dull. While he loved giving head, and especially loved tapping into his dirty side, he knew he wanted to take it further. He often fantasized about letting all of his inhibitions down and getting tagteamed by a pair, or even better a group of masculine dominant guys who would take him to places he had never gone before. He had always wanted a guy to fuck him raw and cum in his butt but he was far too nervous to ask for it. Sure he loved to swallow, but it wasn't the same thing. This feeling nagged at him for months until one night... It was 3 AM and his roommate was out of town for a few weeks visiting friends on the West Coast. Clay was up late and had had a pretty rough week. Unable to sleep, and tossing around the idea of seeing if anyone was looking in Hell's Kitchen midtown, he pulled up craigslist. He searched through all the usual stuff, until he found something that caught his eye. "Looking for son to play wiTh, favs to share". Inside the ad read 42 6ft 175 8"c Dom Top in gear looking for son to parTy with and get nasty. Looking to host. Clay had seen posts like these before, but often ignored them as he wasn't sure what parTy meant but figured it was drug related. He had smoked pot a few times and a few hits of ecstasy but that was about it. But there was something about this post that had him curious. Before he knew what he was doing, he began to write a reply. His hands begin trembling and his breath became shallow as he wrote back "Hey what's up, young guy here into playing with Men. Never partied before, is that ok? In Hell's Kitchen and can travel." With that he included a somewhat innocent looking picture of himself, and sent it on its way. Almost instantly came the reply: "You wanna learn how little boy?" Clay loved to be called little boy by older Men, and his dick immediately got hard and began to leak pre-cum. He wrote back "When and where?" And sent another picture to hopefully seal the deal. A few minutes later the guy sent his address, and told Clay to hurry over. Clay was excited and nervous in a way he hadn't been for some time. He threw on his green ball cap, A pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. It wasn't until he got his shoes on that he stopped and realized holy shit...I'm kind of scared. The next thing he knew he was standing outside the guys building. He took a few more shallow breaths and took his hand out of his pocket to push the buzzer. No voice came over the intercom, just the buzz of the door unlocking to allow him in. Up to the 3rd floor he went.

Predators and prey (Part 5) Michael wouldn’t stay hard for long. His new ‘lover’ started squeezing the balls of the little one quite hard. He felt his victim struggle beneath him, but he wasn’t able to free himself. The older stud was around 50. While stuck into the twink he pulled his shirt off and revealed a wide hairy chest. “You like feeling my cock you greedy whore?” he asked Mike. Since Michael was fucked into his mouth he couldn’t reply anything. The only sound he made was a choking one. He grunted quite a lot. “Yeah… you like being treated like the bitch you are” the fucker exclaimed. His legs were raised again and rested next to his chest. Neatly folded to his upper body he got plowed very hard. “Tighten’ up…. get your slut ass tighter for my cock” the guy demanded. And although Michael was barely understanding the words, because it was such an overload to his system, he did the right thing and tried to give the invading cock a good massage. The guy fucking the boys face enjoyed also the vibration caused by Michael’s moaning. “I am going to unload… whore. Swallow my dirty cum” the mouth fucker almost shouted. Immediately Michael was making gulping sounds. It was almost like he was drowning in cum. The guy pushed his dick deep into Michael’s throat and gushed right into his gullet. “Good boy….. good boy” he moaned again and again. The moment he withdrew his dick from Michael’s throat, the sweet lad coughed some of the sperm up. The guy was kneeling right above Mike’s head, with his leaking dick resting on the guy’s forehead. “You did a good job” he patted Michael’s cheek breathlessly. The other guy was finally able to focus on the boys eyes. He started fucking him more roughly. “Do you feel me bitch?” he asked Michael who focused on the rapist now. The stallion slapped Mike’s face a few times, after letting go of one leg, to get more of the boy’s attention. He made a fist and wanted to punch the twinks face. “No!” one of the co-guys, who were pinning the poor youngster down said loudly and he caught the guys fist. “Don’t damage the merchandise. We all want to fuck him and enjoy his innocent looks” he insisted. “You can beat him to a pulp later, when we all had a go…..” The fucker nodded. He understood and so he held both knees again and split the boy real good, while battering his hole mercilessly. “Feel me” he growled. “Fell my cock tearing you up, you little tramp!” The two guys nodded approvingly, after realizing the guys cock was colored with deep red streaks. “Destroy his hole” guys whispered from the outside. “Work on his nipples” he encouraged the two guys assisting him on the mattress. “Pinch them hard, I want to feel his ass cramp” Both guys smirked viciously and started torturing Michael’s nipples. They twisted it hard and pinched it brutally. The almost pulled so hard, that the nipples got ripped off. Mike started screaming and while he screamed his head off he gave the dick up his cunt a class a dick massage. Without a warning the fat cock in Michael’s ass spew toxic load into his ass. While his cock was twitching inside the boy he hit Mike’s face hard again. “Oh man. You were the best fuck ever – I never produced so much cum for anyone else” he complimented the boy beneath him. “Don’t go away later…. I will beat you up and show you what pain is….” he whispered. Then he withdrew his dick and watched his semen leaking out of Michael’s fucked up hole. He left the mattress without any other comment. The two guys raised and started undressing their jeans. While they watched down at the helpless boy they grinned wickedly. They were like wolves surrounding their victim. “Now you are going to feel real pain. We will shred your ass to pieces you dirty slut” they told him. “Let’s fill your cunt with two dicks…. “

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

Been horny as hell lately so yesterday I took some time off and stopped by a video store that has buddy booths with large gloryholes both upstairs and down. I started downstairs. Now, this place usually has very few men visiting and even fewer that are interesting enough to play with. Yesterday was the exception.. As soon as I walked to the back I saw a guy leave a booth and caught his eye. Nice looking, great bulge. He enters booth next to mine. Next thing you know I"m hitting my little brown bottle and deep throating a dick that just seems to keep getting fatter. I turn around and slide it right up my ass. He took awhile to fuck me and get his nut but I know it was a good load. I could feel him pumping it into me. After that I went upstairs. There was a guy in the hall peeking in a booth that was occupied but the door was slightly open. The guy in the booth was getting his dick sucked through the gloryhole from another guy in the locked booth next door. I took one look at the man getting sucked and knew I wanted him. Damn hot. So I turned around, showed him my ass in my jeans and made a slight motion like I was pulling my pants down. Sure enough, the guy pulled his dick out of the other guy's mouth and followed me to another pair of booths. Once we were settled I dropped to my knees and started sucking. This guy was longer than the first but he had one of those dicks that doesn't quite stay hard, you know? Anyway once it was hard enough I turned around and tried to get it inside me. Took a few turns but I got it in me. Turned out he was a real fucker. His dick only got bigger and harder as he fucked and he was very verbal too. Wanted me to tell him that I wanted his load. I'm sure everyone in the store heard us and when he did finally unload he let out some sounds you couldn't mistake for what it was - the sound of pleasure as a man bred a bottom. His cum was leaking out of me when he pulled out but I clamped down and held it all in. Great time!

Went to the CumUnion party in San Francisco. Another great night. Took 5 unknown loads in my ass. On the way home, a guy hit me up on Grindr. Took his load to make it six for the night. As I'm walking, I can feel the cum leaking out of my ass and starting to dribble down one of my legs. So hot...

Part 3. My Brother's Wrath That weekend, I just let myself enjoy the wild ride that Antoine and his crew were giving me. They kept alternating slams of Tina with doses of GHB and ketamine, and I kept passing in and out of consciousness, waking up one minute to the excruciatingly pleasurable feeling of the Masters double-penetrating me, falling asleep the next to the sensation of Antoine slapping my ass as he fucked me from behind, then waking up again with a blindfold over my face as I was getting pounded by one of Antoine's many lieutenants, and so on. Antoine wouldn't let me see any of his lieutenants' faces, or tell me how many of his crew had fucked me over the weekend, because he wanted me to remember that he could always get to me--anywhere, anytime. "If you tell anyone about what we did this weekend, baby," he whispered in my ear one night, "I'll know; and when you're least expecting it, I'll have one of my boys come up behind you, knock you out, and rip your asshole open with a knife and leave you bleeding to death." His tone, so serious but matter-of-fact, made me shiver--although I have to admit, it also made my puny little boy cock harder than it's ever been. Late on Sunday night, after nearly 48 continuous hours of partying and fucking, I finally found my way back to Jack's house. I was exhausted, but strangely calm and contented in a way that only a whiteboy whose cunt has been repeatedly owned and used by a black master can understand. I could feel the last few gifts of cum from Antoine's crew leaking out of my ass as I walked up to the front door. The entire house was pitch black. Figuring my brother had already gone to bed, I quietly made my way up the stairs and tiptoed past my brother's bedroom to my room. But just as I was thinking, "I'm safe," I tripped over something in the dark and landed on the floor with a loud thud. "Oof!" I groaned from the shock and pain. I heard a soft click, and the lights came on. Still lying on the ground, I looked up--and there, sitting on my bed in nothing but his underwear, was my eldest brother Jack. For a split second, neither of us said anything. But as I started pushing myself off the ground, Jack spoke. "Stay down, boy," he said in his deep, commanding voice, "stay down on the ground, where you belong." And for some reason, even though I had been disobeying and disrespecting Jack ever since I moved in with him, this time I did what I was told. I stayed on the ground, face down, and waited to see what he would do next. I heard the bedsprings groan as his hulking, 6'4", 260-pound body got off the bed. He came and stood over me, his enormous size-16 feet on either side of my head, his massive frame casting the room in shadow. "What the fuck is this?" I heard him say as he reached over and ran his hand over the back of my pants, still damp and reeking of ni#%a cum. I didn't know what to say. Then I heard him sniff his hand. "Is this what I fucking think it is?!?" he shouted, in a booming voice so loud I worried that he might wake our neighbors. He grabbed the back of my shirt and yanked me up in one swift motion, as if I weighed nothing. I was standing up now, face-to-face (or more like face-to-chest) with Jack, and what I saw frightened me--bright red face, teeth bared, and seething with anger, the veins in his neck and temples pulsing with hot fiery Mediterranean blood. And I could smell him, standing so close to me in nothing but his underwear--his hairy, muscular body radiated a powerful, musky scent that filled my nostrils. I suddenly felt weak and a bit dizzy. He pulled me closer, until his face was just inches away from mine. "What the fuck have you been doing, you little shit?!" he barked, "is this what you are now? A faggot whore leaking men's cum outta his ass? Is this what you want, huh? Is this what you want?!" And at that moment, for some reason I still can't explain, I did the unthinkable. Whether it was because Antoine had just shown me how good it feels to submit to another man, or because Jack's masculine scent, which I'd never experienced before, was overpowering my senses, I replied, "Yes, Jack, that's exactly what I want." What happened next is kind of a blur. After Jack punched me in the head, all I can remember is a series of disjointed images and sounds--of Jack yelling, of me crying and begging him to stop, of tears streaming down Jack's face, of white flashes of pain as he landed blow after blow. Thankfully, mercifully, I eventually passed out. --- When I regained consciousness, the first thing I noticed was that the pain was gone. I could remember the beating I'd gotten from my brother, and I couldn't help but wonder why I wasn't feeling any pain. In fact, I felt pretty good. I opened my eyes, and what I saw confused me even more. Antoine was sitting on top of me, with a leather strap and a syringe in his hands, and a weird expression on his face--one that I'd never seen before. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I took another look at his face, and I realized that the expression I was seeing was one of fear--of pure, unadulterated fear. I turned my head and looked around the room, trying to figure out what was going on. I was lying on my own bed, in my own bedroom, and all the lights were on. I then noticed, for the first time, the black nylon rope tied around my wrists and ankles, and also tied around Antoine's neck and wrists. And finally, in the corner, I saw the giant--a muscular, hairy hulk of a man, sitting on my chair completely naked, with an enormous, almost savage-looking hard-on, and wearing a black ski mask. It took me a few seconds to realize that this giant of a man was my brother Jack. "So this is what you were up to all weekend," he said in a disgusted tone, "letting some ni#%a shoot you full of drugs and rape you over and over again." He stood up. I could now see that he was holding a large butcher's knife. He walked over to the bed and grabbed the top of Antoine's head with one impossibly large hand and brought the knife up to Antoine's throat with the other. "And this worthless little shit was more than happy to supply all the drugs and ni#%a cock that you wanted," he said as Antoine's body started shaking above me, and tears welled up in his eyes. "Well, if that's what you want, little bro, then that's exactly what you're going to get," he said. "Anyone could see that Mom and Pops were spoiling you in their old age, always letting you get away with murder," he continued, "but back when we were growing up, they didn't tolerate any bullshit from the kids. Pops, especially. And when he caught me smoking a cigarette in seventh grade, he dragged my sorry ass to the kitchen table and made me smoke an entire carton of cigarettes, and even when I was puking my guts out and begging him to stop, he kept lighting one right after another, for almost the entire day, until I had finished the whole carton." Jack laughed. "And that's exactly how I'm going to teach you, little brother, how not to become a faggot." He turned and walked toward the bedroom door. "If it's big black men that you want," he said, "then that's what you're going to get." "And by men, I mean real men," he said, "not this prepubescent little street kid you let fuck you." He turned around, and with a dramatic flourish, he opened the door. Even in my drugged, hazy state of mind, when I saw the size of the men walking through my bedroom door, I immediately knew that I was in trouble. Antoine and his crew were big, yes, but these men were in another class altogether. If Antoine's crew had been a college basketball team, then this was the NBA. The NBA All-Stars. And I was going to get raped by all of them. To be continued.

Part 2. "Yeah, baby?" Antoine teased, "you wanna get raped, is that it? You want your sweet little boypussy gangraped by ni#$a cocks?" He swatted my fingers out of my asshole and shoved his entire 12-inch cock up my chute in one monstrous stroke. I screamed out in pain, but Antoine just covered my mouth with his mitt-sized hands and shouted, "Shut the fuck up, you filthy little whore! This is what you were begging for, so this is what you're going to get!" I knew that struggling would only make the pain worse, but I couldn't help it. It felt like Antoine was shoving a red hot poker up my ass, and I vainly tried to pull away, twisting and turning under his massive body. Worse, his hands were so big they covered my nose as well, making it almost impossible to breathe. "Stop!" I tried to yell, "I can't breathe!" but Antoine's enormous hands muffled my screams. With each breath, less and less air were reaching my lungs. The room began turning dark, and I started to panic, knowing that I was about to pass out. But then, the pain suddenly started to go away. Not only the pain, but the fear and the panic--everything started melting away, overpowered by the unbelievably warm, nerve-tingling sensation in my ass, which was getting stronger and stronger with every stroke of Antoine's cock. I could now feel every inch of his monster as it thrust in and out of my hole, and the sensation was more intense and pleasurable than I can describe. And with that, my body finally relaxed, I closed my eyes, and I stopped struggling. My screams died down and turned to moans of pleasure. I started thrusting my ass backwards to meet Antoine's strokes, welcoming him deeper into my body. He responded by releasing his hands and fucking me even harder, each brutal thrust hitting my windpipe and causing me to grunt. "There you go, little piggy, grunt for me!" he shouted, pulling the sock out of my mouth, "now that's what I'm talking about!" He started pummeling into me like a jackrabbit, pounding my ass with so much speed and power that pretty soon all I could hear was the sound of his balls slapping against my asscheeks. His eyes rolled back in his head, the veins in his neck started bulging, and his moans grew louder and louder--until he thrust into my ass with so much force that it knocked the wind out of me, lifted his head and roared like a wild animal. I could feel his engorged cock grow even bigger inside my ass, as he pumped load after load of ni#%a cum up my hole. "You're a nasty worthless little cunt!" he said as he was catching his breath, "but damn that's one hot fucking ass!" When he pulled his cock out, his warm, sticky cum started leaking out of my battered hole. Instinctively I reached down and scooped it up with my fingers and tasted it. Antoine laughed. "You like how I taste, baby?" he asked. "Yes, sir," I replied, and I meant it; his cum tasted like him--strong, powerful, and a bit dirty. When I started to lower my legs, his arms shot out and gripped my ankles. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he said, "we're just getting started!" He turned to Omar, and said, "come and get it ni#%a, these holes now all open for business!" --- To be continued ---

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

Here I go again - - - BF and I had checked into the baths on Friday night - planning to take Monday-Wednesday off for "recuperation." It must have been early Sunday morning (around 4 am) when I was coming back from the showers after cleaning off a layer of Crisco, J-lube and God knows who's bodily fluids. I had slowed down my intake of favors, partly in preparation for going home, and partly because we were running low. I had also taken a half of a Viagra, just to see if I could have any success at getting my dick hard. The warm shower, combined with the effects of T, an earlier X and the V, had given me a warm, tingle - and my shrunken cock was at least starting to show some life. Pete (my BF) was in the downstairs hot tub, cruising a well-hung black guy, so I decided I'd just chill in our room and watch some of the BB dvds we'd brought along with our portable dvd player. I popped in HDK's Dungeon Fuck Party, lit a cigarette and propped myself up on one of the practically flat pillows for some good old JO action. Every once in awhile, a stray body would pass by the door - sometimes looking in, but usually just hurrying by on their way to the parTy in their room. The movie was pretty good, and I started getting into all the hot leather daddies fucking each other in the dim dungeon. Getting into the spirit, I put on my leather armbands and leather vest. And added a leather cock-and-ball stretcher to the chrome donut cockring I was already wearing. Damn! My cock was starting to stiffen on its own! Another cigarette and some lube, and I was strokin' a nice hard cock! The "0" gauge PA glistened in the mirrored wall and ceiling, and I instinctively reached for the glass pipe and torch. "Fuck," I thought, as I sucked the thick white cloud into my lungs. I held the smoke in as long as I could - then slowly released it through my nose. "Hell, yeah!" I whispered to myself. Whatever combination of chemicals were in my body had hit the perfect equilibrium - - - I was high, horny, hard and ready to play! My free hand alternated between my sloppy, gaping hole and my fat, throbbing dick. Just as I was about to zone out into one of those chemfuck fantasies, I saw a body standing in the doorway. (Well, more like weaving back and forth.) I forced myself to focus on the image, and made out what appeared to be a well-built Asian man in his forties. He was clearly spun, and just a little out of control, wearing a red swimmer's jock and a leather armband around his right bicep. Holding onto the door frame to steady himself, he leaned in far enough to see the TV screen. "Fuck, yeah, man!" he managed to get out. "I need to get fucked - - - bad!" I scooted toward the edge of the mattress and stood up. He was a little startled - clearly not having seen me on the bed. "Whoa - - - dude - - - you're hot!" he stared, placing a hand on my chest. "And you're fucked up," I grinned back, reaching out to steady him. His hand slid down my abs 'til he reached my cock - - - which he encircled at the base with his fingers and tugged. "Fuck!" he said, staring down at my meat, as if it and I were not connected. The chems were definitely making him VERY familiar with me - - - and I was enjoying the hell out of the attention! (Nuthin' like a total stranger's hand on your dickmeat!) Beads of sweat ran down his muscled chest, obviously burning up from the amount of meth in his system. "Want some water?" I asked, reaching down and grabbing a plastic water bottle. "Cool - thanks man!" he paused, unscrewing the cap and and downing about half of it. He put the cap back on and tossed it on the bed, refocusing on exploring my body. He fixated on the shiny PA, rolling it back and forth through my piss slit. "You fuck with that?" he said, still mesmerized by my cock. "When I'm hard, I do," I said in a low growl - switching gears into my "top" mindset. "I want it man," he said, finally raising his eyes to mine. "I want your cock in me!" He climbed on the bed doggy-style, and reached back to pull his muscled cheeks apart. In the flickering light from the TV, I could see a partially-open hole that was pulsating in and out. Knowing that "I need to be fucked" mindset myself, I kneeled down behind him, scooped a couple fingers of Crisco/J-lube out of the can on the bed and started working his hole. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkk mannnnnnnnn!!!!!" he moaned, gyrating his ass like a cockwhore. I could tell I didn't need to be gentle with this one, and I turned up the heat with a third finger and a rough, twisting motion to make his ass gape even more! When he got a little too wild on the bed, I used my free hand to deliver a few sharp slaps to his asscheeks. "Oh fuck! Thank you, sir! Whatever you want, sir!" he immediately complied. "Fuck yeah, boy!" I responded. "You gonna let me use that fuckin' hole?" I added. "YES SIR!" he barked. I grabbed the squirt bottle of J-lube, and pressed the open tip into his gaping hole, squeezing the bottle to inject a healthy amount of the warm, gelatinous lube. "Oh fuck! Thank you, sir!" he replied. As high as he was, he was definitely into 'the scene' and knew the drill well - - - (one thing I like about playing with more mature guys...). I grabbed my Kris Lord dildo and slid it up and down the slimy crack of his ass, getting it good and covered with lube (not to mention the white ring of Crisco behind the flared head from when it had been up my ass earlier!). "Ya want your ass filled, boy?" I asked, more out of warning than negotiation. "Yes, sir! Please, sir!" he begged, assuming a totally submissive position on the black rubber sheet. I positioned the wide head of the dildo against his flared rosebud and began to apply pressure. He grunted, trying to push his ass open, and I continued to push with one hand, while massaging his ass muscle with my free fingers. "Uunnnnghhhhh!" he moaned as the head popped in. I kept the pressure constant, and twisted the rubber cock slightly to get him used to it. He grabbed a stray bottle of poppers rolling around on the bed and inhaled deeply. When he was done, and the cap was screwed on, I added some more pressure (along with a twist) and the thick log started sliding in. "Aawwwwwwwwwwwgggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! he moaned in ecstasy, as his hole was filled with the obscenely thick cock. "That's it boy! Take that big fuckin' dick!" I growled, seating the heavy mass of rubber deeply into his ass, grinding the textured balls so he would know it was in all the way. "Oh my fucking God, man!!!" he panted. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!!" Gobs of lube oozed out of his hole and dripped in long, sticky ropes onto the black rubber sheet. When I was sure that he'd gotten the full effect of the massive cock, I took my hand off the base. Amazingly, it stayed seated firmly in his muscle hole! I scooped a handful of excess lube off the sheets, and began massaging it around the juncture of the dildo and his ass ring. "Mmmmmm," he purred in thanks. Little by little, the pornstar cock eased its way out, showing the tightly stretched sphincter gripping the veiny cock. This guy had excellent muscle control, as he slowly released the big dong. His hole must have been on fire, because the big piece of rubber had the heat of a human cock as it slid out. When it was all the way out, I grabbed the bottle of warm J-lube and squirted a liberal amount back into his gaping hole. "Ohhhh yessss! Thank you, SIR!!!!" he managed to say. I dipped the four fingers of my left hand easily into the warm cave of his ass. "Oohhhhhhh!" he moaned, lowering his upper body and forcing his ass up. My hand rotated easily in the sloppy goo of lube and ass juice and leftover cum. "Like that, pig?" I asked, widening my palm to stretch him out further. "Yessir!" he panted. "Nice fuckhole you got there, pig!" I said. "Thankyousir," he whispered. I reached my right hand underneath him, and pulled his cock out of the red jock pouch. He was wearing a chrome cockring and rubber ballstretcher, giving some bulk to his package - which he clearly needed, as Tina had taken any chance of an erection away! But the distraction worked, because as I encircled his shriveled cock and balls with my thumb and index finger and tugged, I folded the thumb of my left hand in toward my palm and slid my fist in his fuck tunnel! "Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck!!! he panted like a bitch in childbirth. "That's it, pig. Take my fuckin' fist! Fuckin'tinawhoreyouknowyoubeenwantin'togetfistfuckedallnightlonggetyourfuckin'tweakedholestretchedwidebyabigleatherstud-fuckin'pig,yeah!!!!!!!" I chanted in a neverending stream of twisted, chemmed-up sex talk. "Uh-huh," he whimpered, completely giving his ass over to me. The sight of my hairy forearm planted deep in his hole, and the constant ooze of lube drooling on the rubber sheet, made my cock fill with blood. I scooped some of the jelly-like lube up from the sheet and smeared it on my pulsing dick. The flickering light from the fuck video shown on my glistening tool and made it look even bigger and harder! The Asian's ass was making some nasty sucking sounds, as my fist twisted in and out, widening the gaping hole. "Ya want some cock, pig?" I asked, vibrating my fist in his hole. "YES SIR! PLEASE SIR! I need your cock in me!" he pleaded. Not wanting to risk losing my hard-on, I roughly pulled my closed fist out of his ass, and lined my deathstick up to his open gape. The PA entered easily, so I leaned forward and slammed my cock all the way to the balls in one stroke. "Fuck yeah!" he yelled, pushing his ass back and grinding against my clipped pubes. "Fuck me Daddy! Breed by fuckin' hole!" he begged. I placed my left hand on his waist and my right on his shoulder for leverage, and then began drilling his hole real good! Damn! His hole was burning hot! Part from the abuse of the fisting - - - and part from whatever drugs he was taking. "Ya got a hot fuckhole, boy! Makin' Daddy's cock feel real good, pig!" I praised him. "Uh-huh," he panted, obviously enjoying my fat cock and the "00" gauge PA bangin' his prostate. I fucked the pig for a good 15-20 minutes, enjoying the feel of being inside another man - the power of my cock to deliver pain and pleasure - the seedy nature of breeding a total stranger in cheap plywood cubicle in the middle of dozens of other rooms full of men fucking other men! We were both dripping in sweat from the exertion of fucking and the multiple chems in our veins. "Lookit that, pig," I said, briefly stopping my pounding. He raised his head, and looked into the wall-sized mirror where I was pointing. "Fuckin' hot, man! Two pigs goin' at it. Ya look fuckin' good with my cock in your hole," I rattled. He made movements like one of those cartoon characters, trying to determine if what he was seeing was another person, or his own reflection. "Fuck!" he finally said in realization that he was looking at himself. "That is so fuckin' hot!" he said, flexing his muscles and wiggling his ass as if there was a camera taking our picture. I pulled all the way out, letting him see the size of my cock and the shiny steel ring piercing the cockhead. "Suck it, pig!" I ordered. He quickly changed position and took me down his throat. "Yeah! Taste your fuckin' nasty hole on my cock!" I growled. "Mmmmm-hmmmmmm!" he moaned, wrapping his tongue this way and that around the veiny shaft. "Lookit yourself, pig!" I said, grabbing his head and positioning him so he could see us in the mirror. Fuck, yeah! Lookit that fuckin' cocksucker cleanin' off his Daddy's cock." "Mmm-hmm, mumph, umph, mmmmmmmm! he moaned, drooling a steady stream of saliva onto the rubber sheet. In the bright flicker of light from the TV, I noticed something sticking out of the waistband of his jock. I reached back and pulled out a small baggie - full of T! "Hmmmmmmm!" I said, shaking the baggie in front of his eyes. "What the fuck do we have here?" He stopped sucking - but didn't take his mouth off my cock. "I said - what the fuck is this - - - PIG!" shaking the baggie again. He slowly pulled off my cock, sat back on his heels, and stared at me like a kid who'd been caught smoking. "Looks to me like we got ourselves a fuckin' methpig!" I said slowly and clearly. "That why you're so hungry to get fucked, pig?" I asked. He nodded, passively, looking like he was afraid I was going to turn him in to the cops. "How 'bout we try this shit out an' see if it's any good?" I teased, prying the end of the baggie open. Still silent, he nodded his head in agreement. I pulled out a good-sized shard and held it up so he could see it in the light from the TV. "Show me your ass, pig!" I barked. He laid on his back and pulled his legs up toward his head - nicely exposing his wrecked hole. "You like Tina in your hole, pig? " I asked. "Uh-huh," he nodded eagerly. "Push it out! Show me you fuckin' want it!" I teased again. His dark, wrinkled assring pulsed open and closed like an undersea creature. "So, tell me how much of a crystal meth whore you are, pig?" I asked, holding the shard up on my index finger. (I think he was afraid it was going to fall and get lost in the mess of bodily fluids on the bed, but it was securely stuck to my finger with dried J-lube.) "I'm a fucking crystal pig, SIR!" he answered, hoping it was the right answer. "Yeah?" I countered. "Not very convincing," I added. "Tell me what this shit does to you," I pressed. "Makes me fucking horny, SIR! Makes me wanna get fucked! Makes my ass hungry! Makes me hungry for big cock, SIR!" he rattled on, hoping that one was the right answer. "That's better," I said encouragingly. "And if I slide this rock up your ass, are you gonna be my fuckin' pigslave?" "Uh-huh!" he nodded. "You gonna do whatever I tell you?" I pushed. Uh-huh!" he nodded again. "Uh-huh, WHAT? PIG!" I yelled. "Uh - - - YES SIR!" he caught on. I inserted two fingers from my left hand into his anus and spread them apart to open his hole. Then, carefully, I slid my right index finger with the shard into the puckered, beat-up manhole. I could tell when he felt the burn - his body relaxed as he accepted the much-needed drug into his system. "That's a good boy!" I praised him. "We're gonna keep you so fucked up and so horny and so full o' cock - - -" I pulled my finger out - covered in his ass slime - and shoved it in my mouth - sucking the ass juice and lube and leftover "T" under my tongue! I stood up and removed my leather vest, and replaced it with a heavy leather harness. The pig was sliding around in the pool of lube, trying to find something to shove in his ass. "Stay there, pig!" I ordered. "Lay on your back and spread your hole!" He did as he was told, pulling his asslips apart and pushing out a substantial rosebud. I walked over to the door and opened it slowly, peering out into the cool air of the hallway. There were the usuals, walking by, looking for cock to suck or typical vanilla sex. A youngish couple headed down the hallway in their skimpy, raggedy towels, slung low on their hips. They gave me the once-over, checking out my leathers and exposed cock. "Hey guys. How's it goin'?" I asked. "Better, now!" the buffer one grinned, lightly rubbing his hand against my greasy cock. His boyfriend seemed a little annoyed. "Gotta whore in here that needs fucked," I stated, opening the door wide so they could see the pig on the bed. The smaller one peeked in, and immediately backed out, as if he was afraid of being trapped inside. His bigger boyfriend stepped all the way in for a good look. In the reflection of the mirror, I saw him reach under his towel and tug on his cock. "Jesus, Trent - - - come on!" the smaller one whined, grabbing his friend by the arm. Reluctantly, "Trent" backed out of the room and followed his friend down the hallway - the two obviously getting into a little lover's quarrel as they walked away. I could almost bet on seeing Trent a little later... No more action in the hall, so I decided I'd better go on the hunt. "Over here, pig!" I barked. The pig crawled over to the edge of the bed. I dug through the army duffle bag until I found a slave collar and leash. Fastened the collar around the pig's neck and snapped on the leash. "Stand up, pig!" I ordered. He obediently put his feet on the floor and stood at attention with his head down. I grabbed the glass pipe and held the torch under the bowl until the pipe filled with thick, white smoke - then inhaled deeply into my lungs. With my free hand, I pushed the pig's face toward mine, sealed my lips over his and shotgunned the hit into his lungs. Repeated the process twice more - and we were ready to hot the halls! We covered the third floor quickly - no action there. Then headed up a flight of stairs to the rooftop deck. There were a few guys hanging out in the hot tub, but no serious action. I tugged on the leash, and led the pig back down to the third floor. As we were getting ready to go down another flight of stairs, I heard the shower start up. We walked down the hall to the small bathroom with a single shower stall. The curtain was partially drawn, but I wanted to check it out. "Get down on your knees, pig! I need to piss!" I said in a voice loud enough to be heard in the shower. The pig eagerly positioned himself in front of the urinal, knowing that he was going to get more chems in my piss. I spread his mouth open with my right hand and aimed my cock with my left. The sound of the running water encouraged my flow, and soon the pig was gulping down a hefty load of T-laced urine. I looked to my right, and saw that the guy in the shower had pushed back the curtain, and was stroking a beautiful uncut cock! "Need to piss?" I asked. "He's real thirsty."

my sex drive is insane. ive bb fucked 25 different guys last 3 weeks. always shoot my load deep inside, even when i promise not to. sometimes, if i think the bttm will get really upset knowing i shot my load inside i just pump and dump wihtout showing any facial expression. sometimes i fuck really young hot twinks (im goodlokking and good shape) and then i feel bad cause i might be shooting up STDs since ive been fucking so much raw.

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

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.

Bringing Work Home Part I. My boy and I used to like to go to the booths and swap loads with guys whenever we got the chance, and we’d been getting fewer and chances lately. I’d been recently given a promotion that came with a lot more responsibility, and an assistant. I of course hired a cute guy a few years younger than me, not only because he was more than qualified for the job, but also because I recognized him from the halls at the bathhouse. I knew he had a huge cock, and I knew he had a tight hole. My boy and I had both fucked him raw, given and taken his load. He was surprised when he showed up for the interview and I told him that our paths had crossed. He blushed and told me that he didn’t recognize me with my clothes on. There was a little sexual tension at the office, and I knew he fucked around, so I invited him over to have dinner with me and my boy after work the next Friday. He asked if he could bring a date, and I told him sure. They arrived right on time, and made for a cute couple. My assistant’s date was a skinny twink with floppy bangs and a tight little ass. My boy raised his eyebrows and licked his lips when he met them at the door. My boy impressed with a very fancy several course dinner and several bottles of nice wine. After relaxing a bit, my assistant’s date announced that he was up for some action, and we could all fuck at our place or follow him to the bathhouse. I’d never seen the assistant’s date in action and was looking forward to it. He suggested we warm up at our place and maybe swap loads so we’d be ready for fun when we got to the sex club. My assistant started making out with my boy, and his twink date tore my clothes off. He flipped me over and started eating my ass. My assistant slowly undressed my boy and peeled his clothes off with relish. He laid my boy down and swallowed his cock to the root. As my ass loosened up, the twink started working me open with his fingers. I’m sure he must have had three in me before his cock pierced my hole. He was still mostly dressed, with his pants bunched just below his balls. He unbuttoned his shirt as he started fucking me in earnest. My boy leaned over and kissed me, gasping as my assistant started plowing his ass. On his back, my boy had a better view of the twink than I did, with my face in the sofa cushions. He muttered, ‘Glad your company offers good insurance…’ I craned my neck around to see that the twink had a biohazard tattoo on his left pec. My assistant pulled his glistening cock out of my boy and tapped his date’s shoulder. The twink pulled out, slid over, and jammed his raw cock into my boy’s hole. My boy started grunting, knowing he was taking a POZ cock that had just been up my ass. My assistant didn’t last long and started creaming my hole. I loved feeling his weight on me as he leaned forward and nibbled on my ear. I heard the twink getting closer as he started chanting, ‘You fucking love that cock, don’t you,’ to which my boy cried out, ‘Fuck yeah! Breed me!’ And he did. With my face in the pillows, I could only hear my boy whimper as his guts were filled with toxic seed. My assistant pulled out and hoisted me up to my feet. He kissed me for the first time since I’d hired him, and laid down on his back, his eyes pleaded me to fuck him. Before I stuck my cock in his ass, I leaned down and sucked his cummy cock clean. I searched his chest for any markings of his status but didn’t see anything, not that it mattered. My boy and I had both taken his seed before and had never asked his status then. Why start now? My boy leaned forward forcing the twink to pull out of his ass, and swallowed his dick to the root as soon as it popped free. When he was satisfied that he’d sucked off our mixed ass juices and the twink’s POZ seed, he shoved him down next to his date on the sofa and jabbed his cock into his guts. ‘Fuck me, man, fuck me dry!’ the twink said, gasping for air. I realized that my boy’s precum was the only lube greasing his passage. My boy’s eyes rolled back in his head from the friction, and he had to slow down. He looked over at me, and curled his arm around my shoulders. ‘Fuck, this slut is tight,’ he gulped into my mouth. ‘You gotta try his hole!’ I nodded and pulled out of my assistant, swapping places with my boy. I noticed that his cock was pink, with the twink’s blood all over his cock. My assistant noticed too, knowing there was something extra about to go into his hole along with my boy’s load. He just grunted approval. I sunk my cock into the twink and found it too dry. I pulled my cock out and smeared it with some of the seed dripping out of my ass before plunging it back into the greedy hole in front of me. My boy held my assistant’s hips and jack-hammered away. I watched as he drove forward and held his cock deep inside my assistant, his ass cheeks flexing as he fired off his load. That pushed me over the edge, and I released deep into the twink’s toxic guts. When I pulled out, my cock was covered with pink ass juice. My boy dropped to his knees and slobbered it all up. When he stood up, he started working the mixture into his gums with his fingers, smiling wide the whole time. I was kind of surprised my boy’s zeal for toxic cum and blood. Sure, I had a toxic load simmering inside me, and I was sure it wasn’t the first one, but we’d never purposefully taken POZ loads together, and in the past had only done oral with the few guys who we new had confirmed POZ status, not that that was actually ‘safe’ either. I got clean towels and tossed one to our company to clean up a bit, and tossed the other to my boy. With a fresh load in each of our asses, we got dressed and piled into my assistant’s car, headed out for a night of debauchery. To be continued….

Hot story! I love getting bred in bathhouses. If someone wants to use a rubber I say no. The fuck is nice, but it's that load fucked in me that realy turns me on! I've turned down some very hot men, but fucking is about mutual satisfaction.

It's all about supply and demand. Not enough tops, way too many bottoms.

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Here it is, finally...long, but I hope you all enjoy it. ____________________________________ Chapter 12) “Darr, open your eyes. Honey. Please…” I heard someone begging me in the distance. It was like struggling to reach the surface of the ocean from the bottom of the Mariana Trench, but I forced my eyes to open. Mike was holding me, and he looked intensely relieved. We were still in the Chapel of the Scorpion, or as I liked to think of it now, Daddy Scorpio’s Chamber of Horrors. I was sitting in Mike’s lap – he had swapped his loincloth for jeans and a t-shirt – and I was still wrapped in the black silk sheet. The rest of the frat was still there; Ike, Carlos and McCloskey were having a shouting match with the four professors, something about giving them back their clothes. I started coughing again. “Here, just sip,” Mike said, holding a bottle of water to my mouth. I swallowed some, and managed to get the cough under control. When I spoke, it came out as a hoarse croak. “Did we get the film?” He looked at me as if I was crazy. “Did we?” I asked more insistently. “Well, yeah, but…” “Good,” I said, and leaned against him. Then I started to shiver. “What is it sweetheart?” Mike said anxiously. “I’m cold,” I said trying to hide that I was terrified – I could have died. I held back the tears I could feel pricking my eyes. There was nothing to cry about, I told myself. I was fine, we had the film and everything would be okay. Didn’t matter. One sob escaped from between my lips, and that was it. The proverbial dam broke, and I wept onto Mike’s broad chest. “It’s okay,” he said. “It’s okay, let it out. I hated watching you go through this, I’m so fucking sorry, it’s all my fault.” I pulled back, and put my hand over his mouth, shaking my head. “No,” I rasped. “Don’t say that.” He took my hand in his. “Why not? It’s the truth.” The tears were drying up rapidly now. “Excuse me, but you wanted me to go home. I said no,” I insisted, thumping my chest with my forefinger. “I decided to do this and you saved my life. So we’re even now.” “Even?” he said. “I saved you from that maniac, and now you’ve saved me from aforementioned maniac. That’s even as far as I’m concerned.” He opened his mouth again, and I said, “Quit arguing with me, you know I’m right.” He shook his head, took my face in my hands to wipe the last tears off my cheeks with his thumbs, and said “I think I liked it better when you were crying on my chest.” Then he grinned and kissed me. I leaned into him, and was treated to a chorus of aches and pains from all over my body. And I was still thirsty and realized I was hungry, too. No surprise. “I hate to break up this touching scene,” said a sneering voice, “but there’s the small matter of our clothing and that we’re being held here against our will.” I could see Mike grit his teeth, as he slowly turned to address the Dean of Students. “Shut the fuck up,” he barked at him. “You and your buddies are the last thing I’m concerned about right now.” “Watch your tone, young man. You’re walking on ice so thin you’ll need a life preserver soon. We wouldn’t want your scholarship to be rescinded and your parents informed of your unfortunate lifestyle choices, now would we?” he said with a smirk. “And you wouldn’t want to be exposed as a rapist, would you?” I shot back. “When it’s a little slut like you, who has already been used by multiple men on multiple occasions, you’ll find proving rape rather difficult.” I gasped, outraged. Carlos had joined us, and said “Don’t talk to him like that, or I will shut your mouth for you,” he growled. “You would do well to watch your step, too.” “No, you’d better watch yours,” said Aaron as he reentered the room with a laptop. Aiden was behind him, holding a mug that he brought to me that was filled with chicken noodle soup. I slurped it down hungrily. “Don’t push me, boy,” the Dean of Students snarled. “You’re a nanometer away from being expelled.” “First we’ve got a little film we’d like to show you,” said Mike. “Play it, Aaron.” Aaron set the laptop on the altar and clicked on an icon on its desktop. My screams tore through the room, a bit tinny on the rudimentary laptop speaker, but the picture was crystal clear: the Dean of Students ruthlessly pounding into my ass. His jaw dropped and the blood drained out of his face. He lunged in an attempt to grab the laptop, but Carlos stepped in front of him and stopped him cold in his tracks. “Slow down, man,” Carlos said with a smirk. “You think this is the only copy of the recording? You’re not touching that laptop, but even if you smashed it to bits it wouldn’t matter.” By now the other three honorary members of the frat had joined us, all with varying expressions of panicked disbelief on their faces. “This is illegal,” the Dean of Students blustered. “You can’t record people in this state without consent of all parties.” “I’m sure my dad can find a way around that,” I said confidently. “Your father?” the Dean of Students said sneeringly. “Some cheap ambulance chaser or small-town attorney, no doubt.” “Not quite,” I said as coolly as I could manage given that I wanted to smack him for dismissing my dad. “Ever hear of Kenneth Leibowitz?” The room went still. My father was on the Board of Trustees and a major donor to the University, sponsoring a scholarship fund, offering internships at his law firm and had his name on the newly-opened athletic facilities. “Nice try,” said the Head of Humanities, “did you pick that name off the new building? I imagine he’d send any child of his to a major ivy-league institution.” The Dean of Students looked ill, stormed over to where Daddy Scorpio was lying and began slapping his cheeks, finally rousing him. “You complete idiot,” he screamed. “Do you know who this boy is?” The entire room was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Even my friends were staring at me wide-eyed, which was why I hadn’t mentioned my last name. It was bad enough I was in the middle of nowhere; I didn’t want to be known as Ken Leibowitz’ son and have to deal with all the nonsense that would follow. “Wha?” said Daddy Scorpio groggily. “He’s the only child of that shark Ken Leibowitz, and his mother is Miriam Sachs, the investigative reporter, who wrote columns about her struggle to conceive this boy, that were published as a memoir, My Angel, My Miracle.” I could feel my face warm with embarrassment. That damn book, I thought, yet another reason I didn’t want anyone to find out who I was at first. It was humiliating to have everyone know all the details of my conception and birth. “I’m scheduled to have lunch with Darren Leibowitz on Monday, he is who he says he is,” the Dean finished. He turned on Mike, “Why didn’t you bother to find out his surname, you moron!” “He asked, but I never answered,” I interjected. “Dad insisted I come here because if I didn’t it would look like he had no confidence in the school, but I didn’t want to scare off everybody or else have them sucking up to me so they could get an internship or money or whatever.” And I’d wanted Mike to be interested in me for me, not my parents and their connections. By now everyone was standing in a circle around us, looking slightly shocked. “So I’d say that’s it for your cushy academic jobs,” I said, taking pleasure in the increasing discomfort of Daddy Scorpio and his compatriots. “Yeah, but we still got a score to settle,” said Ike, stepping forward. “What do you mean?” said the head of the math department – Larry? “It’s time for you all to get a taste of your own medicine,” Ike snapped. I felt flash of alarm, and said “No, you can’t do that. Then any other legal action…” “Darr, they’re ruined already,” Mike said. “But that’s not good enough. We’ve all been used and abused by these motherfuckers for years before you got here. Watching them hurt you like they did…,” he stopped, unable to talk for a moment as his face twisted with rage and emotion, “while you begged them to stop sealed the deal. For me. For all of us.” “You can’t,” stuttered the head of the English and Humanities Department, backing away as the circle of the frat members tightened. “We’ll see that all of you are expelled before you can take us down. We’re still professors at this university,” he said, managing a faint echo of his earlier haughty demeanor. “I don’t see any professors here. All I see is five virgin pussies,” said Carlos, “four of them negative, and one of them straight.” And then all hell broke loose. Mike pushed me off his lap, gently, before leaping to his feet and yelling “Ave libidinem,” making it sound like a war cry, which was answered collectively by the rest of the fraternity “Fratres, in cupiditate,” and then a roar as they closed in. It seemed to have been planned this out – four each of the frat members took one of the faculty down. I watched as Mike, Carlos, Aiden and Aaron tackled the Coach as he struggled to get away. Ropes were produced; once all five were tied up, two spikes for each were hammered into the altar, and they were dragged, begging and pleading, then tied by their arms to the heavy metal spikes. A cushion was placed under each one’s hips. Once that was finished, everyone shed their clothes. Carlos stood to one side having dick and ass simultaneously licked by Aaron and Aiden. His cock looked to be rock-hard, but his jaw was clenched. He exuded pure anger; I could practically smell it. “We’ll go in order,” said Mike, “Dean of Students, then Chair of Math, Chair of Humanities, Chair of Science and finally Daddy Scorpio. Carlos, you go first. On all of them.” Carlos grinned savagely. “I’ll tear up those pussies and then everyone can take a turn. We’ll have the four negs knocked up good by the time we’re through.” The four professors moaned and pleaded. Daddy Scorpio lay unmoving, seemingly dazed. Carlos knelt over the Dean, who looked terrified, and pointed his huge dick at his face. “See what’s coming?” he said, laughing at his own pun. The other members of the fraternity laughed along with him raucously. “But first you’re going to lick my dick and balls then eat my ass,” he snarled. “And if you got any ideas about biting me, forget them. Or else. Start licking,” he ordered, and pushed his rigid dick against the Dean’s mouth. The Dean turned his head away. “Fine, having it your way,” Carlos said, and turned around, pushing his ass in the old man’s face who had turned his face away again, trying to escape the inevitable. “Ike, hold this guy’s head in place,” Carlos said. Ike got up on the altar, slapped the Dean across the face and then seated himself so that the Dean’s head was between his legs, squeezing his thighs to immobilize his head. His hard dick was pressed against the older man’s head. Carlos sat, and then settled himself on the immobilized head below him. “That’s it, concha, that’s right. Let me hear you sniffing in the scent of that ass. If you’d done as you were told, then you wouldn’t be in this position. Or better yet, if you hadn’t raped too many boys to count, turned a blind eye to the coach doing the same and hurt Darren,” he growled. “Now start kissing my ass.” Carlos groaned with pleasure, meaning his order had been obeyed. “That’s it, old man, kiss that ass or I’ll smother you,” Carlos threatened. “Now lick, let me feel that tongue in my crack. Keep licking till I say to stop,” Carlos demanded. After about five minutes, Carlos stood and said “I’m ready, load him up with a cum cube.” Aaron came with an ice bucket, and took out a cloudy, bullet-shaped piece of ice. “This cube I’m shoving in your ass has positive cum from every guy in the fraternity, all of it with a high viral load,” Aaron said. “We’re going to share the gift. It’s our way of thanking you.” The Dean struggled, but there was little he could do. McCloskey and Aiden each grabbed one of his legs and held him in place while Aaron pushed the cum cube in his asshole. The Dean howled “my sciatica!” It didn’t stop anyone. Carlos knelt in between the Dean’s immobilized legs, and lined his dick up with the butthole in front of him. “Brace yourself, puta,” Carlos sneered, and rammed in his entire dick in one rough stroke, pounding as hard as he could. The Dean was wailing and moaning; the others looked to be in shock. “You’re a disgusting old man,” Carlos said and spat in his face, “but you’ve got a nice cunt there. Not too much muscle on your butt, so all of me is in you, ripping your guts to shreds,” he grunted “working the virus into your blood. Here it comes, I’m gonna shoot my high viral load positive spunk in your virgin, negative hole.” Carlos’ thrusts went crazy, his ass flexing while he fucked as deeply as he could, and then his back was arching and he shouted, “Ave libidinum. One down, four to go.” “My turn,” said Ike, as he took Carlos’ place between the Dean’s legs, rammed himself in and started to bang him mercilessly while the old man groaned and wept. “Carlos is right, this old fart has a nice pussy to bang, really tight, but that won’t be true after tonight,” Ike snarled. Carlos had moved on the chair of the math department, turning his back, kneeling over his face and then sitting down, smothering his face with his ass, while Aaron, with help from Aiden and McCloskey, rammed a cum cube inside of him. “I’m straight,” I heard the guy pleading. “Who the fuck cares,” said Carlos. “It’s your turn to lick some ass, start now or I swear I’ll beat you into a pulp.” Carlos groaned. “Ahh, yeah, that’s a good little straight boy. Eat that gay ass, stick your tongue up inside of me, now just take a nice big sniff,” Carlos said. “I want to hear it and feel it, inhale my man stink deep.” I could hear the chair of math doing as he was ordered. Carlos turned around and rubbed his rigid, blood and cum-coated dick all over the math chair’s face. “I been looking forward to this, fucking straight, negative hole,” he gloated, then took the math chair’s legs over his shoulders and forced his dick inside him while the man screamed in pain. “We’ll make sure you get lots of loads,” Carlos said while he banged him as hard as he could. “Your dick is getting hard, and you’re leaking precum, you pathetic closet case. You’re not going to be straight by the time we finish with your hot little hole. And here it comes, a nice, big, charged load.” Carlos rammed hard against him and roared as he emptied a second load. To my surprise, the chair of the math department was shooting his own load on his chest. Ike shouted at the same time that he was cumming, and reached over and pulled and pinched the Dean’s chest. Then he pulled out. “How do you like it, you fucking slime bag? You fucked Darren while he begged you to go easy, you hurt him. Now it’s your turn.” He pulled out roughly, and I heard the Dean yelp. Then McCloskey took his place. “Turn this one over on his stomach,” I heard Carlos say as he stood over the chair of humanities. “I want to watch my cock tearing up his smooth pussy hole.” Mike and three other guys did the honors, while Carlos stood and stroked his dick. The head of humanities was crying and begging, offering to make sure everyone had a straight “A” average and to set up bogus work-study positions, but it didn’t do any good. He was turned over, and his arms were secured with the rough ropes that had already left burns on his wrists. “Yeah, man, this cock is going to rip open that virgin ass, and work in the positive cum good. You’ll carry my HIV babies forever,” Carlos growled at him as he slowly pushed his dick in. “I’m pushing in just like you did Darren, going real slow to make sure you feel every inch of my cock.” The chair of humanities was shrieking non-stop as Carlos started to fuck him, pulling his dick almost all the way out and ramming it back in as hard as he could. “Nice, smooth pussy hole, guys, this one feels real good around my dick. I might have to fuck him again.” As before his thrusts picked up in speed and his muscular ass was clenching and releasing, finally staying clenched as he buried himself inside the ass he was fucking and moaned loudly. “Hot fuckhole, man,” Carlos said as he smacked the white, hairless butt after he’d yanked his cock out of the humanities chair’s ass. “I need help polishing my English. We could let you keep your job if you ‘tutor’ me whenever I want. But I really want you to go to prison and get your ass reamed out by a jail full of guys. We’ll have broken in your pussy for them, so they won’t need any lube. Ike, he’s all yours.” Carlos moved to the chair of science, knelt over his face and pushed his dick with its pinkish mix of blood and cum against his lips. “Lick me clean,” he demanded. The science chair looked revolted. “Looks like I need to persuade you,” Carlos said, and sat his ass on the man’s face, full weight. He struggled and kicked, while Carlos said “I’m going to smother you a little more, and then when I stop, you start licking or I do it again.” Carlos got up, turned around and pushed his dick against his mouth. “Lick,” Carlos ordered. The chair of the science department complied, reluctantly. “Hey, you got a nice tongue, man. You lick really good, make sure you clean off my entire shaft.” After a few minutes Carlos said, “Good job, now lick my balls.” The head of science hesitated, “Looks like smother time again,” Carlos said with a smirk. “No, no, I’ll do it,” the head of science said, and began to run his tongue over Carlo’s huge balls. “Yeah, yeah, do it. Lick behind my balls now, use that tongue. Keep going, and here it is…lick that asshole. AAAH, yeah. Eat me, lick that jock butthole. Get me nice and hard so I can fuck you like you deserve. And now, sniff that man’s asshole.” Aaron knelt and was about to insert the cum cube, but Carlos said “No, Aaron. This one takes me without lube, just like he made Darren.” Carlos moved back and took the science chair’s legs over his shoulders as the man pleaded with him, but that didn’t stop the inevitable. Carlos shoved his huge dick up the guy’s hole and quoted over his screams “‘I like my boys tight.’ See how it feels you motherfucker, take it like you made Darren take it,” he snarled as he thrust in and out, fucking him hard, not letting up for a minute as the guy under him screamed in pain. “Nice, tight hole, guy, you got a good cunt. Gonna dump my toxic load inside of you, rub it in the walls of your asshole and gut. And then you can have the cum cube before the others fuck you so that you get a lot of the virus in your blood. Then you can deal with getting the meds without your fancy college job.” Aaron was ready with the cum cube, and with help from Ike pushed it in the science chair’s bloody, ruined asshole, gave it a minute to melt, and then Ike was plunging his dick in balls deep in one thrust, brutally raping the science chair’s ass. “Take that big black cock in your cunt,” Ike grunted. “You’ve got a really nice, muscular ass, those cheeks feel real good when I push it inside of you,” he said as he rammed himself in and out. “We’re going to destroy that pussy hole of yours tonight.” Carlos was now standing over Daddy Scorpio. “Hey, coach. Look who’s on top now.” He turned, kneeled and pushed his ass in the man’s face. “Sniff me out real good, just like you made all of us do with you. ‘Inhale the scent of a true man,’” Carlos said imitating the tone Daddy Scorpio used on me (and I guessed all the others). Daddy Scorpio looked completely out of it, his eyes blank, but he seemed to understand the instructions he was given and we heard his noisy inhalation. “Now kiss it, lick it, put your tongue up inside me. Oh, yeah, Daddy Scorpio, you do that real well. Don’t stop, keep on worshipping my ass. You ready for my cock up your hole? Doesn’t matter if you aren’t, you’re taking it, old man.” Aaron pushed a cum cube in Daddy Scorpio’s ass. That seemed to wake him out of his stupor and he began to beg, tried to bargain his way out of his current predicament. “Shut the fuck up,” Carlos said as he took Coach’s legs over his shoulders. “You’re lucky you’re just getting fucked. We should strangle you till you pass out.” He thrust inside Coach’s muscular, hairy ass. “Now this is some good pussy,” he said as he pummeled the tight, hairy hole. “When you scream it just turns me on more. Take it, you stupid bastard. Did you really think you’d get away with this forever?” Carlo’s thrusts sped up and he was whaling on Daddy Scorpio’s ass. “It’s coming, gonna spray my load up your tight cunt,” Carlos gasped as he thrust harder and faster, and then was shouting in Spanish as he froze, and unleashed his load. Everyone took turns – all 10 of the acolytes along with the brothers had fucked each of the five men who lay trussed up on the altar. The air was filled with curses, groans and pleas; the air smelled of sweat and cum. Carlos made good on his promise and fucked the humanities chair twice more, and even fucked another load out of the Math chair, shooting more of his own cum deep inside the formerly straight butt. Mike had watched with a smoldering expression on his face, stroking himself as the others went from one to the other, flooding them with positive cum. Once all the others had finished he said, “Now, each of you will take the Prefect’s load. Don’t say a word, any of you, when I ram my dick in you, not so much as a peep. Or we all fuck you again.” I was stunned as I watched the frat’s fury unleashed. It was wrong, all wrong, but I was turned on, and wanted to join in. “Mike?” I said. “Yeah, sweetheart?” he said as he was poised to fuck the Dean. “Can I have a turn?” The room erupted in cheers.

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

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

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.

Predators and prey (Part 4) Michael was almost paralized. He was looking with big eyes at the man who was standing above him and shouted at him to lay flat on his back. The man with the scorpion tattoo was dropping to his knees between Michaels legs. “Are you playing dumm or what?” he sneered and punched him into his face again. Like a doll Michael’s upper body soared to the mattress. He saw stars in front of his eyes and heard a voice from a far. Someone was told to hold him down. Michael was in a world of pain right now. He held his hands in front of his face and was moaning. Then he felt strong hands who pinned his shoulders down to the mattress. His hands were pulled away from his face and two guys knelt with their knees on either side of his upper arms which also caused overwhelming pain in his system. “Are you ready for your first fuck cunt?” the Scorpion asked him rhetorical. He took Michael’s legs and pressed them towards his chest. This way his was opening up a bit. “You” he nodded to the left guy. “Lift your knee from his arm for a minute” The guy did as he was told. “Listen cuntface. Come take a grip of my bat and feed your pussy with my dick” Poor Michael didn’t feel his arms anymore. He tried to regain control. “You better hurry, or do you want to get a beating?” the Scorpion asked him in an evil tone. Finally he could move his right arm and reached towards his ass. Soon he felt the guy’s penis. He started stroking the dick slowly. “Aaaaah nice. You are a good cunt. Yes you bitch, make me harder. Make my dick so hard, that I can wreck your cunt with it. “Don’t worry…. it hurts just in the beginning. I could make it easier for you with lube, but what fun would it give you?” he asked Michael. Not that he cared about Michael’s feelings right now. “Put my cock to your fuck tube. Yeah- hold it there. Hold it tight against your opening” he ordered the twink. Finally he started pushing his dick against the dry fuck opening. Michael started to moan instantly. The harder the Scorpion pushed the louder did the 18 year old scream. The Scorpion lashed out and hit Michael twice in his face. “Open up….. Open up….. UP UP UP…… relax your sphincter and let me in you pig” he shouted. “Come on let me stab you a couple of times with my dick and you will see, the blood will make it easier for me, for the other guys and for you.” he growled. “Stupid cunt” he grouched. Another voice told the Scorpion, it would probably be better to use at least a little amount of lube, so they could start the action finally. The Scorpion’s dick was rock hard. That was not the problem. The problem was this little fag who cramped too much, that even with a full hard cock, it was unable to break the barrier. Someone handed the Scorpion a tube and he slit out of Mike’s hole. He started to apply the lube on his cock and was still cursing, because his plan had not worked out. “I…. I will try…. try to relax Sir” Michael stuttered. “Yeah – that’s good whore. Open your cunt for us. If you are milking us good you might get a gift from everyone for your effort.” the Scorpion chuckled. “Yes Sir…. I…. I…. I like gifts. Thank you Sir.” Michael talked softly. Again he helped the Scorpion to hold him against the center of his tight opening. His right arm was immediately pushed down to the mattress again. This time the Scorpion was more successful. With one stroke he brought 6 inches into Michael’s pussy. The boy was gasping and then started with a loud and whining tone. It was like a siren, coming deep from the depths of his body. The Scorpion pulled his dick out of Mike’s ass and slammed it back in. Again the cunt stopped him at about 6 inches. “What now? Do you want me to cut your sphincter?” the big guy screamed. Some of the other guys were excited about the aggressive act. They couldn’t wait to rupture the intestine of this almost virgin guy. Others were concerned. Hard fucking was one thing and the guy obviously wanted getting fucked. They all saw and heard the words in the beginning and even now Michael had helped the rough guy to actually enter his body. He even stroked him before to get harder. “I’m gonna rip you open – and if it is the last thing I do. You will let me into your body you stupid fuck” he swore loudly. Again and again the Scorpion stabbed into the cunt with a great force and all of a sudden he started sinking more and more inches into his fuck puppet. Finally all 9 inches were buried into Michael’s ass and the Scorpion roared triumphantly. “Now let’s try to make you bleed. Would you like that? Would you like me to fuck your fucktube so hard? Do you want it to be shredded? Hmmmmm….?” the Scorpion asked callously. Michael nodded. He didn’t seem to actually get it, what was just happening. When the Scorpion started to almost pull out, he enjoyed slamming his prick back into the virginal hole. “Yeah…. moan for me. Make me hard. Milk my cock with your cunt.” he uttered aggressively. A third man entered the hut. He held some pieces of woods in his hands. It was not large. Two minor wood wedges. Guys help me for a second, to rip his mouth wide open. I don’t want to lose a finger, but since Michael was so into the fuck rhythm he didn’t realize at first what was happening in his face. Only when the pressure at his jaws was so high, that he wanted to scream, he realized he couldn’t close his mouth anymore. “Now isn’t that nice” the third guy complimented himself for this good idea. “Now we can use his mouth also and we don’t have to be afraid of him biting us. The guys cheered all loudly. Michael rolled his eyes. He didn’t know what hurt more. His nose, which seemed to be broken. His jaw and mouth, that he couldn’t close anymore or his ass, which was repeatedly stabbed. His whole body seemed to be one big pain. The scorpion started now a rabbit fuck. He fucked the poor boy in such a pace, that Michael could only grunt like an animal. He wasn’t human anymore. The Scorpion looked down and saw red streaks of blood at his penis. The guys saw this and cheered enthusiastically. “This is good…. this is good boy… you are doing a good job. Keep that ass up. Let me ram my cock harder into your pussy.” Michael squealed like a pig and tried to move his ass a bit higher to avoid the hard fucking penis, but in the end he even gave the Scorpion a better angle to attack his asshole. The Scorpion was now able to rotate his dick always in another angle. So he touched Michael’s intestine at places he never even knew they existed. The two guys holding Michael still down called for the third chap to start chocking the little whore with a dick in his mouth. The guy didn’t wait for long. He had his jeans unbuttoned already and lowered himself from the front. Most guys were jacking off at the spectacle. They couldn’t see Michaels face anymore, but they heard the noises escaping from his fucked mouth. He retched pathetically. You could also hear soft sobs while he was fucked from both ends now. The Scorpion was sure. By the end of this session they would double penetrate the virgin slut. He would wait ‘til the end…. he wanted to try to fistfuck the boy as the big finale. With this scenery on his mind he started to erupt into Michael’s ass. He flexed his ass cheeks, while stream after stream of his highly toxic semen entered the torn up snatch. “I fucked my gift into you. Do you hear me? Your first dick and you got already fucked up.” he snarled dangerously. Michael couldn’t concentrate on those words. He was trying to accommodate to the huge bat made out of warm flesh in his tight throat. The Scorpion withdrew his bloody dick slowly and stood up. His knees were shaky. As soon as he left the area between Michaels leg, another guy from outside the hut entered Mike’s already ripped up pussy. Michael felt the new dick filling his ass and all of the sudden his own cock started to harden. “Filthy whore” muttered the fucker and started his steady fuck pace. Michael yelped again, as the new cock entered him with 8 inches in a roar and he felt the pressure of the guy, beating against his intestinal walls painfully.

Predators and prey (Part 3) Only an hour ago Michael has been an innocent teen. His family has been heavily engaged with their church and for all his life Mike heard, that following the gay lifestyle, would enclose a ticket straight to hell. Secretly - he thought about gay sex a lot, but never had the opportunity to enjoy it with a boy of his age. And so he was torn between the restrictions he learnt from an early age and the need that blossomed lately; he never had imagined it would unwrap the way it had within the last hour. Michael was looking for sex, when he came to this place. He was looking for a guy or several guys who would lead him into this new adventure in his life, but little did he expect the way things got handled right now. Mike was sitting on his knees on this well used mattress and was staring at three big dicks in front of his face. His pale and hairless nude body shivered . He was obviously extremely stressed and looked up to the guys who were urging him to open his mouth wider. Mr. Big – the one who had grabbed him before, in this gay cruising area, lowered his pants for the first time to gain more liberty for his balls. He ordered him to take all three cocks into his little mouth. Michael swallowed franticly. He saw some tattoos on those three guys, who were engaging in the ‘fellow mouth rape’. Mr. Big had an impressive scorpion tattooed on his right hip and thigh. In Michaels mind the name of Mr. Big with the huge cock changed smoothly to scorpion. Above the scorpion, there was another tattoo looking like a tribal. This kind of tattoo could also be found at various body parts of the other guys who were right now trying to enter his mouth swiftly. Maybe they were part of a gang, Michael thought. Having the same tattoo might be a sign for membership. He didn’t want to be a gang member. This thought formed in his adolescent mind, when another picture appeared across his memory. In his chemistry books in school, he had seen this symbol before. The words ‘toxic waste’ crossed his mind but he snapped out of it, when the Scorpion pulled his hair roughly, shouting at him to use his tongue and lick the dicks in front of him. Playfully Michael flickered his tongue across their dickheads. That was not enough. While two guys were already pushing their way into his mouth, the third one was still looking for an easy access to Michael’s mug. He used his thumb to pull Mike’s jaw downwards and pushed with his other hand against Mike’s forehead, to force his mouth wider this way. It hurt like hell and Michael moaned in discomfort. The guy showed no mercy. He wanted his penis inside the kid’s mouth, next to his pals dicks. And so Michael somehow managed it to find the strength to open his gullet another inch and the third cock head slipped into his warm mouth. None of the guys could push deeper of course, but they enjoyed the frantic movements of Michael’s tongue, which was trying to push against the intruders and unintentionally cleaned them thoroughly. Michael wasn’t able to breathe properly. His hands were clenching to fists in despair for oxygen. The three guys discussed in the meanwhile what to do next with the brat. “I wouldn’t stick my dick into his mouth if I were you. As soon as I start fucking him, he might bite your best peace” the Scorpion laughed out loudly. “You will be needed to hold him down anyway…” he added with an evil grin. The three guys pulled out simultaneously and Mike was instantly gasping for air. “Can I go now please? I won’t tell anyone. I swear….” the 18 years old pleaded. “You hold him down, while I will try to gain best access to mash his fucking cunt” the Scorpion ordered. “Pleaaaaase…. let me go home. My mom is surely worried about me already. I need to leave now!” the teen wailed. ‘Rape him’ ‘Rip his pussy apart’ ‘POZ him’ ‘Breed his asscunt’ ‘Make him bleed’ There were several voices carried through the night, whispering obsceneties. Michael just looked up to the Scorpion who discussed with the other two guys in the hut how to get the most fun out of this adolescent teen body. Mike reached up and touched the only thing that protruded enormously before him. He touched the Scorpions dick and that brought him the wanted attention. The Scorpion looked down slowly as he felt a gentle nudge against his extremely aroused cock. Michael asked the man again if he could just go. He explained all over again, that this was all a big mistake. And if his church or his school or his mom would find out about this, they would throw him out of town, for being such a lowlife. He understood now, that it was a crime against the bible and against God’s Will. All the while he was slowly stroking the aroused cock of the predator to get some attention to his words. He didn’t hear the laughter out of the darkness and he didn’t care about the two thugs who stepped onto the mattress just to hold him firmly at his shoulders and his nape. “No…. no…. leave him, let him speak…..” the Scorpion told his two buddies to set Michael free. They stepped off the mattress and a glimmer of hope raised in Michael’s eyes. “You want to go home….?” the Scorpion repeated Michael’s wish. Michael nodded and stopped jerking the dick before him. “Who told you to stop?” the Scorpion sneered. Michael continued stroking the guy’s big dick, looking for some sympathy. “I understand your wish” the Scorpion replied. “You are a fagot and you wanted to get fucked. Now that you learnt tonight’s sex is about hard asspounding – without lube..... Beating….. Chocking….. Showing you your place in life….. Swallowing our cum….. Drinking our piss…..” The scorpion focused his gaze at Michael who was keeping the Scorpion’s dick hard through all this talking. “But I want to be fair. We will follow the vote of the majority. It is almost like in congress.” The guys around them grinned viciously. “All in favor to let this cunt leave without us getting the chance to POZ this virgin?” Michael was the only one raising his hand and he started to cry again silently. “All in favor to rape this bitch to shreds?” ‘Let’s do it, let’s fuck him hard’ ‘Start the show, rip up his ass’ ‘POZ him’ ‘Give him your strain’ “You see…. the majority ruled. We will let you go, after we had our fun with you” the Scorpion said authoritatively. “And now lay back and spread your legs, just like the bitch that you are and let me fuck you. I have never fucked a virgin” he snickered. Michael slowly got off his knees and slid on his bare ass over the filthy mattress. It didn’t matter anymore. He was still crying and looking at the two guys in the hut, but they were already stroking their cocks. He supported his upper body with his arms and started spreading his legs. “Lay flat on your back you slut and raise your legs. Spread them for me, you bitch….” Michael was confused. He was devastated, that they would not allow him to leave and he was scared as hell…. The Scorpion didn’t care if the prey would enjoy the fuck.

This is back in March early this year when I went camping in Washington. This is not the camping season so there were only few campsites occupied. It was raining non-stop everyday but that's what I enjoy the most, staying in the tent, read, watch movies, rest, the budget way to retreat. Of course, i always bring my favorite porn, blindfold, toys, lube, poppers and condoms. Rains make me horny, especially after I went to the loo. Urinal and piss makes me hard. After I got back to the tent, i turned on my favorite straight porn with volume not too loud but enough to hear. i got naked, lubed and stroked away. Suddenly, i heard footsteps near my tent. I have a 4-person tent with extended shelter by the entrance and i saw a shadow followed by a voice "excuse me, sorry to interrupt". My right hand was sticky from the lube, left hand couldn't react fast enough to turn off the porn and all i can respond was "just a sec!". I hurriedly muted the porn, cleaned my hand, dressed and unzipped the tent. The guy outside the tent introduced himself as the camper from the other end and he was asking if I have beers that he could borrow as he didn't want to drive miles away to get beers. He continued to comment that I'm smart to bring porns to watch, what kind of porn and asked if he can join me. I paused and before i said anything, he laughed "I'm just joking, but if you dont mind, i would." and continued to laugh, he seemed buzzed from drinking alcohol. I was horny and thought that cant be a bad idea to have someone jo together and I said yes. Sure enough, he stopped by again. He got in the tent and sat next to me, his body scent, probably hasnt showered this morning together with the alcohol breath has gotten me hard instantly. Porn was playing, he rubbed his sweat pants, and noticed my stuff on the floor. He asked if i play with them and i explained that it's boring to watch porn and jo so i usually watch the porn and then let it repeat, and I will blindfold myself, play with the toy and the condom is to avoid the mess in the tent. He seemed not interested to use them and switched his vision to the porn, grabbed his soft cock n stroked away. The heat is building up in the tent and we took off our shirts. Very soon, he pulled down his sweatpants, no underwear, revealed his about 7+" cock. He lubed his cock, stroking it so did I. I was so horned up but shy to asked for anything else, there were so many naughty thoughts flashed in my mind, suddenly, he buried his face in my hair, deep inhale, kissed my head and whisper on my ear, "stroke my cock". i became submissive instantly, grab his cock in my hand and jerk it while he's rubbing his face on my hair, face, neck, kissing me all over. he put his hand over my shoulder, pulling me even closer to him, i closed my eyes, tilted my head to rest on his shoulder. he was breathing on my face, his soft lips desperately kissed mine and sucked gently. We slowly moving our body down on the air mattress, after adjusting ourselves, we snuggled up tight to each other. Our lips connected and his tongue entered my mouth, we kissed so well for awhile until he pulled away to get some fresh air. He grabbed the poppers, that's the last thing I know before i turned slutty. he started to push his throbbing cock on my hole, we continued to kiss and the girl in the porn was moaning in the background as she was getting fucked. i want myself to get fucked like her, with the help from the poppers, my hole was hungry for his cock. i pushed my ass back wanting his cock badly. each time his head dipped in, he pulled out. The itch has made me begged for it. He aimed at the hole and pushed in deeper this time and pulled out. he repeated that couple times, let go his hand, while fucking in short strokes with his head in the hole and asking if i want it deep. i pushed my ass back, he held in position, it felt like I push my ass down a dildo on the wall until i reached the base. He mounted tight, feeling his pubic hair rubbing on my ass, he held still n grind it hard before pounding away and it didnt take long, his hand gripped on my hips, pushing himself deep, turned ourselves to the side position and his hand was stroking on my cock, i shot on the tent in few seconds, watching my cum made a trail to the ground and he cum too. He left and I never see him again ...

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

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I was 20 when I married, my wife was 18. I think I have always tried to conform and although I was attracted by women's bodies, I secretly fantasized more about sex with men than with women. I thought of myself as hetero with bisexual leanings. When I surfed the internet, I particularly loved oral and anal - those beautiful hard cocks with their white loads glistening on lips or slowly oozing from a well drilled ass. I felt like I was two people, the visible married guy and the hidden real one. My wife didn't want children and I had a vasectomy at 25. I always felt like I needed more sexual excitement and had sex with a few 'other' women, always unprotected, and I counted myself lucky not to have been caught by my wife or to have picked up any diseases - I was careful only to start anything if the women were married. I used it as a release from my gay urges; I thought it was safer that way. For 20 years I continued to suppress my lust for men, but the last 5 years or so it had been getting harder and I was exclusively watching gay porn and reading gay stories. I loved wanking on webcam chat rooms with other guys but I wanted to do more, wanted to be really there, naked, amongst and touching other naked men. I looked at website adverts for gay escorts, but I decided it was too risky, I might go too far if I was paying to get exactly what I wanted and needed. Then I found that there was a gay sauna club in the city about 30 miles away. I planned a visit; I would be able to get naked there and watch other guys, I would be able to stand in front of them with my hard cock in my hands, stroking it. After edging for hours I would cum for them. I would be safe doing that. I would use a condom and maybe if I felt it was safe would frot with someone. Nothing to expose me to any risky real contact. One of the reasons I had avoided gay sex for such a long time was that I know I am reckless when really turned on, but I figured that now I was older I was more able to control myself. I made up my mind to visit the club, and the opportunity arose when my wife said she was going to stay with her mother for a week. We rarely had sex and I actually preferred wanking looking at gay porn, but I abstained from that for five days beforehand, so that I would be really horny and wouldn't change my mind. The day after she went, I parked my car at the city centre mall and took the bus to the stop nearest the club so that nobody would see my car in the area and ask questions later. I had planned it all, I knew if I had to stop to think I might chicken out, so when I stepped from the bus I walked quickly to the door and pressed the buzzer. It took a while and I almost panicked and turned away, but luckily just in time the door opened and moments later I was inside. The guy took my money, saw that I was a little nervous, gave me a key and towel and pointed me to the locker room. I quickly stripped and locked away my things. I wasn't sure whether to wrap it around me or not, but I was already feeling really excited and my cock hardened as I walked to the bar, so I just held the towel casually, partly in front. I passed through a lounge where a few guys were chatting, one had a towel draped on his lap, the other was completely naked, another couple sat on a sofa kissing. Seeing men openly kissing was an instant turn on and I was as hard as rock by the time I sat on a bar stool and ordered a bottle of water. I had taken a couple of mouthfuls when a guy came up, he'd followed me from the lounge. "Hi I'm Steve." "Pete." I had decided to use my real first name. I expected some more banter, but Steve slipped his hand under the towel I had draped on my leg and touched my knee, slowly caresing my thigh until his fingers wrapped round my cock. I was suddenly on fire, my heart pounded and my cock felt harder than ever. I tentatively reached over and stroked his chest, he smiled and flicked the towel off me onto the floor. My mouth was dry again and I took another swig of my water. Glancing round the room and seeing the others watching my instant seduction turned me on even more. As I tipped my head back to drink, Steve bent forward and engulfed my cock, his tongue licking the shaft, his head tilted up and his eyes locked onto my startled stare as he slowly and gently licked all the way up my shaft. This was all going much too fast, too far, too good, too risky. I was out of control already and I knew it. I glanced round the room, wondering if I really wanted to stop, realising suddenly that I needed to be here, today, to experience it all; now or never. An older guy on the other side of the room was watching, his fist round his cock, working it hard and fast. I was thrilled that he was watching me and it urged me on, my mouth open as I gasped at the sensations raging through me. Steve paused. "Do you want me to stop?" "No. Don't." I caressed his cheek and he circled the tip of my cock with his tongue, then licked his lips. I wanted to kiss him, wanted the others to see me kiss him. "Go on. Please. Just use..." I reached for the container of condoms on the bar, pulled it towards us, nodded towards it. I couldn't say it. Steve stood up, slowly moved closer, parting his lips slightly, his hand massaging saliva into my cock. I looked into his burning eyes as he kissed me on the lips, then I kissed him back, voraciously, our tongues deep into each other, frantic. I felt his other hand over mine, he slowly pushed the container away. I let him do it. He guided my hand until it cupped his balls, then pressed against his firm thick shaft. "Suck it." The thrill of him telling me what to do was electric and although I glanced at the condoms on the bar, I stepped down from the stool and bent forward. Steve steered my shoulders so that my ass pointed into the room as I took my first cock into my mouth, tasting the tip, licking up and down the shaft, bobbing my head. I was like a man possessed, every fantasy I had ever had about being made to suck cock was exceeded in that moment. I licked it, stroked it, made an 'O' with my mouth and took just the tip, worked the shaft with my hand, stroked a finger in my mouth as well, wetting it before rubbing it into his crack, trying as hard as I could to do everything I ever wanted done to me. He parted his legs wide to reveal two small tattoos, one on the inside of each thigh, close to his balls, a small scorpion on the left and a biohazard symbol on the right. Neither of them could be seen unless you were sucking his cock. When I saw them I paused momentarily, my tongue circling his cockhead, tasting his pre-cum. My cock was in his hand and he must have felt it twich, hardening more. I clenched and made it twitch again, I wanted him to know I would go all the way, do anything he wanted. I couldn't believe how it made me feel. I loved fetish porn where the girl is unprotected and the guy pumps his sperm into her womb, knocking her up, and I suddenly experienced the same surge it always gave me when I watched those movies. I wanted that, taking the risk, I pictured myself on a sling, legs spread and tied to the chains. I wanted to give him everything I had. I was sucking him for all I was worth, cupping his balls, gripping the base of his shaft, licking and stroking him, tasting. I knew it wasn't impossible to catch it just from oral sex but I wanted him to cum in my mouth, to taste his load, to swallow it all. I circled the tattoos with a finger as I tongued a small drop of pre-cum from the slit, and looked up at his face. He held up his own fingers, covered in lube. My jaw dropped open, my eyes wide as a surge of lust overwhelmed my rational senses. "Oh god, oh yes, I want it." The others gathered around and Steve led me to a chair, bending me over so my shoulder blades rested firmly on the cool black leather. Hands positioned my feet on the floor, easing them apart. "Will you use a condom?" I heard myself say, the pitch of my voice giving away the answer I already knew would come. "No." I knew I should get up, should go, but sex raged through my body and I was panting as Steve started feeding lube inside me. I lifted my ass higher, parting my legs more. Steve's fingers worked the lube in to me; I was in heaven and he knew it, he stroked my cock and sac, pressing against my perineum. I felt him move behind me, the tip of his bare cock at my puckered hole, slight pressure holding me ready. "Yes?" he asked. I pushed back against him, he held still and firm. I pushed again, felt myself opening, as I had done many times with my butt plug or the realistic cock vibrator I had bought, supposedly for my wife. I moved and pushed until I felt his head pop past the resistance, a real cock was finally inside me. There had been a stab of pain but now I just felt filled, just like when the fat part of my butt plug or the large tip of the vibe had passed the sphincter. I wanted more, wanted to feel him move in me, feel him against my prostate, the strange but erotic feeling the butt plug always gave me as I moved it across that spot. I knew that this was no silicone cock in me, knew that it would spurt its potent laden seed into me. Steve held my hips with a gentle pressure. I reached back with my hands and placed my fingers where I thought his tattoos were. "Oh god, I know, I know," I whispered as I pressed back further, taking the full length of his thick cock deeper. I pictured the scene, I had seen it a thousand times in porn, the girl bent over and the stud injecting his life-giving seed into her fertile body, "cum in me," she would say; the guy bent over, the tattered condom hanging down as the stud injected his dangerous seed into a willing ass as the recipient looked between his legs at the bare flesh pulling out, cum dripping from him. I knew my life would be different and I had wanted it to change for so many years. A brief thought flashed through my head, maybe it's not quite too late for safer sex. But all my desire was focussed on the moment, impaled balls deep on the thick, gorgeous, hazardous, wonderful, throbbing, hot cock buggering me into ecstatic oblivion and there was no way I would stop now. I couldn't believe how quickly my naive plans for carefully controlled touching had vaporised under Steve's hot touch. I was soaked in lube already, but I felt more cool liquid squirted on my crack and Steve began to stroke in and out, angling every now and then so he was rubbing my spot inside, making me cry out in passion every time. My own cock was dripping pre-cum, I coated my fingers and licked it off as I had done so many times when masturbating on webcam, looking wantonly round at the audience as my tongue traced the wet streak on my finger. My cheeks were hot and I panted as he fucked me; the others were fisting their cocks, moving nearer. The older guy knelt the other side of the chair, stroking hard and arching his back, lifting the tip to my lips. I saw his small plus-shaped tattoo on his shoulder; I opened my mouth to envelop him as he held onto my head. Unseen lips enfolded my own cock in their luscious wet embrace. Steve was speeding up, his strokes hard and deep, I could hear his breathing getting shorter and voices in the room encouraging him to "fuck him, fuck him, cum in his ass," the noise of his thighs slapping against my backside only heightened my lust. "Yes, yes, fuck me, harder, fuck me, cum, cum...," I tried to say with my mouth full of cock, "oh fuck, oh god, I'm so close...." "Now?" he asked, urgently, pausing briefly, his voice hoarse and breathless. "mmm, mmm," was all I could reply, but I pushed back hard on his stilled pole, almost losing my cock out of the mouth working it, then almost gagging him as Steve thrust back hard into me. I couldn't keep still as he worked us both to a frenzy. Everything happened in slow motion. My mouth filled with warm semen, the salty fluid spurting to the back of my throat and leaking from my lips as I struggled to maintain contact and swallow until I had it all. He pulled away, leaving me gasping for breath. Moments later Steve's thrusts went ballistic and the feeling welled up inside me faster than ever before, an intense pulse of pleasure followed by another and another and another and another, as I spurted into the mouth sucking on me, my ass contracting and writhing on Steve's cock as he worked it faster and faster in my body. "Yes! Fuck! Yes!" Steve grabbing my hips, pulling me onto him harder, breeding me deep. My cock sucker had moved away; I dripped on the floor as Steve continued to pump cum inside me until his orgasm subsided. Somehow I ended up on my back on a couch, Steve's head on my belly, my softening cock in his mouth. I felt panic rising in me and I stiffened, suddenly wanting to get dressed and go. "Don't run, embrace it" was all he said, quietly, and he started to lick me from root to tip, his finger gently pushing his seed back into my body. I was tense, but started to relax as he licked me again and again, pausing to kiss my nipples and nuzzle down my belly. Amazed by how soon I felt my cock stirring again, I felt liberated as arousal flared in me again. Later, after he had fucked me again, filling me with his second potent load, I explored the club with him, we showered together and he finally came in my mouth as I knelt with the water running over my hair, his hands on my head. Steve left shortly afterwards and I spent the rest of the day kissing, fondling, sucking and fucking. I came four times, in one day, for the first time in my life. I spent every day that week at the club and by the end of it I was thoroghly converted; closet bisexual to full blown gay. I couldn't believe how I had lived like I had. When my wife got back from her trip, I told her I was gay and that I had been with a man when she was away. A little thrill ran through me, despite the stress of telling her. I spared the details. "I thought you would realise, eventually, that you're gay with some bisexual tendencies. Your a natural submissive," she said, "and you haven't shown much interest in me for a long while. I found your web history years ago, you never hid that." "I'm sorry, I have let you down, but...." "Don't." She seemed relieved, almost content. "We'll get a divorce, I have something to tell you." She turned away, embarassed, speaking quietly, almost to herself, "Well, I've been sleeping with Dillon Patterson, you remember him from the works summer barbecue, for the last few months." She swallowed. "I.... I wasn't at mothers, I was with him. You'd have found out soon anyway, I'm probably pregnant." My cock hardened, partly at the thought of her breeding with Dillon but more at remembering the long fat black cock inseminating my body as I lay with my feet tied to the sling chair at the club a few days earlier. That was quite an experience in itself. I wondered if Dillon's cock was as long or as black, and if she'd taken as much bareback cock as I had. Seven months later, I pressed my body against Steve again, our hard cocks clasped together as I stroked against him until he spurted his thick white cum in long ropes over his perfectly hairy belly. I licked at it and sat back up, my legs wide across his, and he traced the outline of two newly healed tattoos on the inside of my thighs, mirror images of his own. My boyfiend Alex climbed onto Steve and kissed him, dipping his erect cock into the creamy pool on Steve's belly; he knew I was close to the point of cumming and his ass glistened with freshly applied lube. He tossed away the unopened condom he had been holding and wiggled his inviting hole deep onto my hard, bare, cock.

I love getting fucked by Black Men, thus I like Black tops in my porn. I also love getting fucked by Asian Men. First POZ load in me came from an Asian. Porn with an Asian top fucking a White bottom is very rare. I'd sure like to see (or help make) more.

Part II. After some clumsy stumbling and making out, we got dressed. My assistant and his twink date put their clothes back on, over very sexy jockstraps. My boy and I changed into gym shorts, our jocks, and some tank tops. My assistant and I piled into the front seat, and my boy and the twink made out in the back seat. Before we were halfway there, my boy’s shorts were at his ankles, and his ass was full of raw POZ twink cock. The twink bred my boy as we pulled up to the club. My boy bent over with his ass hanging out of the car door and my assistant was happy to fuck and breed him right there in the parking lot. I was sort of hoping we’d see more action in the parking lot, but someone from the club came out and told us they had seen the action on their security camera. He thought it was hot, but told us to bring the action inside where it would be ‘safer.’ We couldn’t help but smirk as he said that. We paid the admission, stripped down to our jocks, left our clothes in the lockers, and headed into the darkened passageways of the bathhouse. It didn’t take long for me to be on my knees as my assistant skull-fucked me. He had just cum inside my boy, and while he had no problem getting hard, he wasn’t ready to blow his wad yet. Plus, he told me, he wanted to loose his load up my hungry asshole, not down my throat. I pulled off and wound up blowing about six guys, most of whom came down my throat or all over my face. My assistant licked the seed off of my mouth, and spat it onto my hole, working it in with his fingers. On my knees, he plowed into me, pulling my jockstrap for leverage. One of the guys I had blown leaded forward and chewed on my ear. ‘I’m POZ, you know… That’s what I came on your face… Hope you’re ok with my load lubing your ass for that guy’s cock…’ I just moaned. My assistant lost his load deep in my guts, and pulled out. The POZ guy I had blown cleaned my assistant’s cock off for me and dribbled everything in his mouth into mine. Simply delicious. We went looking for our dates, and found them in a big sweaty pile, my boy bouncing up and down on a stranger’s dick, with another one down his throat. The twink was raw-topping two heavy-set guys, on their knees side by side, making out with each other. He’d plow one hole for a few strokes before pulling out and sliding into the other one. He started to loose his load in one guy, and pulled out to shoot the rest on the other. My assistant knelt down and worked his boy’s load into both open holes. The twink’s toxic load, and my assistant’s load, in my hole got pushed deeper by another two burly tops who both had their way with me as I watched the sweaty scene unfold. My assistant got fucked by a few guys, some of whom were clearly POZ, either from tattoos or wasting, but the twink put us all to shame. He took over six loads that night, working his expert slutty ass on cocks of all sizes, shapes, and colors. We left after a few hours of fun, sweaty and cum-drenched. In the car ride home, my assistant told us that he met the twink online in a chasers forum and that he’d started taking all loads only recently, and was finally actively chasing. We told them that we weren’t actively looking for it, but swapped cum with a bunch of guys and almost never asked about status. The twink held my boy’s hand and told him that he’d be happy to line up POZ cocks for him anytime. We kissed each other goodbye, lingering long enough to swipe a few fingers into cummy asses and get a goodnight taste before parting ways. We were both exhausted, and fell into bed covered in sweat and leaking seed. Saturday next morning we woke up, lingered in bed for a while, and fucked each other slowly, retelling our cum-swapping escapades. When we were both sated, we lay next to each other and talked honestly an openly about our mutual desire for cum. He confessed that he got hard just thinking about ‘the bug,’ and I vowed to support him and not stand in his way. I told him that I was going to keep taking loads, but not especially seeking out toxic cum. We fell back asleep and woke a few hours later to a text from the twink to my boy: PLANS FOR NEXT WEDNESDAY? CAN LINE UP SOME POZ COCK 4 U BY THEN. My boy handed me his phone, grinning, I texted back and hit SEND before asking him: BRING IT. OUR PLACE? The twink responded: YES. U HOST. I’LL B THERE WITH FRIENDS. B READY AT 7. C U THEN. To be continued…

Any skinny to average versatile CD's in the Spokane/CDA area lookin for a NSA FWB party fast buddy? Toys, fisting, fucking, sucking, partygofast(no shooters pls), very discrete. Ive tried CL & tired of that nonsense. Found this forum through porn site soooo, would love to have some real possibilities develop cuz Ive been waiting too dam long to fulfill some fantasies & urges. My apologies in advance for any rules or etiquette I have overlooked or virgin to here. Thanks.

CHAPTER 9: Dad: Waking up I realized it was almost Noon. I remember fucking Cod earlier this morning while we were both half-awake but I suppose I passed out afterward; apparently he decided to get up and let me sleep. I went looking for him but he was gone, a text on my phone read, “Dad going to run errands, back in a while, Love you”. I decided this was the right time to text Sam. “I’m horny, come over” is all Sam’s reply said. I swished with mouth wash and threw on a t-shirt and some sweat pants and was out the door. I don’t know why but I was hornier than normal and Sam never disappoints me, he always scratches that itch lurking deep in my ass. We’ve been fuck buddies a long time, there are no pleasantries when I show up to his place, I let myself in, I get naked, we fuck. The biggest difference now, versus when we first hooked up, is that he’s not taking his hiv meds, and we are both trying to see me get infected. It was clear to me, I’m a bugchaser and Sam is meant to be my gifter and that’s the way I wanted it. Hooking up with Sam always feels great, I love the way he fucks his cum into me. He always makes a point to be nasty and verbal and let me know his intentions -- to infect me. Looking up at the ceiling, relaxing, all I can think about is the huge load of poz cum Sam literally just fucked into me; I can feel it. I can hear his labored breathing, smell his arm pits, my ass feels so used, so good. I look over at him, he’s in ecstasy too, and that poz cock harder than steel. I need him. I can’t control myself, I wrap my fingers around his dick and started stroking him slowly. Sam rolls onto his side to face me, smiling. He reaches between our bodies and wraps his hand around my slippery shaft. Sam’s staring at me; we lay like that for a bit as we simply jerked each other off. Feeling Sam's hot breath on my shoulder really turns me on. He starts making small thrusting motions, forcing his cock up and down through my fist. I’ve noticed that Sam always seemed to have control of when and where he cums – we both knew he wasn’t going to blow his load this way. Sam pulled us a bit closer and let go of my cock. I squeezed our dicks together, jacking both cocks with my left hand. Sam put his arm around my back and pulled me still closer, his poz cock grinding against my own (soon to be poz cock). We were so close to each other, eyes locked; right now, I can’t help but think, I feel as close to him as I do to Cod. Sam and I have this connection -- I want Cod and I to be this way. Instinctively, Sam places his hand on my shoulder and gently pushes down. I stopped stroking our cocks, not really surprised by Sam's touch, but I took the cue he was giving me. I slowly moved down his body until I reached his cockhead. My heart was beating fast in my chest; I think, this is going to be the cock that infects me with HIV. Maybe it already has? I lifted his heavy cock from his stomach; the broad, flared cockhead staring me in the face. I loved sucking cock, but had never sucked Sam. I took a breath, opened my mouth, and wrapped my lips around him. Sam's right leg flexed against my crotch. My tongue brushed along the head of his cock; Sam let out a low groan and squeezed my shoulder. We may have only fucked but Sam loved being sucked it seemed. Sam filled my warm, wet mouth with his cock. I pressed my tongue against the underside of that hot poz deathstick and sucked, hard; keeping a hand wrapped around the thick base of his dick. Sam, just like a top, is pushing his hips up, trying to drive his dick deeper into my hole. His cockhead pressing against the back of my throat hoping to orally rape me; unfortunately, I gagged a bit and he pulled back. Seeing me gag, Sam’s cock seemed to swell larger. Sam put his hand on the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair, encouraging me to not let up; I gagged again, but I was determined to get his poz cock in my throat. I came up for air and gasped a bit. Looking up at Sam, our eyes locked, we both knew this was the right place for me. A poz load of cum wasn’t likely to infect me orally but being with him like this, it just felt right. I started licking his cock again, dragging my tongue up and down the length of it. I buried my face between his legs, tasting his wrinkled nut sac, sucking each of his balls between my lips. I grabbed his cock and pressed it against my face. I looked up at him, cum hungry, the desire, the power, the control he has over me; I wanted Sam.. no, I needed Sam. I rubbed more of my face against Sam’s cock, getting his poz precum on my cheeks and lips, I wanted to be sure he knew his cock owned me. Cock worship always gets me hard, and for his part, Sam moved his leg against my cock to make me feel good. I used a hand to press my wet meat against his calf, I moaned. I took his head back into my mouth, repeatedly swabbing it with my wet, rough tongue. I started stroking Sam's thick pole while sucking the glans -- I wanted cum and I wanted it now. I can feel Sam’s orgasm building; every time I stroke his cock, I knew that poz load is working its way out of his balls and up his shaft; his nuts pulling up close to his body. I thought, Sam and I have always fucked, this is our first sexual experience where his cum is going to go somewhere besides the insides of my ass. "Oh FUCK! OH FUCK! Mark!" he grunted. "I'm close." That kind of encouragement only made me hornier, I sucked harder. "I'm going to cum ……Mark. You’re getting another poz load." I kept sucking him, his dick seemed to get bigger as the first ribbon of his poz cum spurted from his long, fat prick into my accepting mouth. I never really realized how much cum Sam was dumping into my ass until just now. How in the hell am I still neg?. Two more ropes of his cum squirted into my mouth as I swallowed; his eruption finished with a river of cum and I swallowed all of it without missing a drop. I can see Sam’s face contorted, we relaxed and laid like that for several moments as Sam caught his breath and came back down. “That was so hot.”, “You’re telling me”, I said. Sam kissed me, his tongue rooting around in my mouth for his cum, but he didn’t find any, I swallowed all of it. “You’re a pig”, he said, “Yell … well, what does that make you?”, we both laughed. “Do me a favor, can you keep from cumming for the rest of the week… is that possible?”, he asked. It was Sunday, I thought about it, was he kidding, “Uhmmm.. why?” (thinking Cod will be very annoyed), “It’s a surprise actually, and I want you wound up…. just trust me.”, he said, “Hmmmm… “, I thought about it, “Ehhh… ok.. I’ll try, but whatever it is, … it better be damn good, Cod will be pissed if I’m not fucking him”. “Fuck him if you want, just don’t cum in him”, he said. Cod: Dad was sleeping hard this morning so I decided to message Adam. After his reply, I tried to be very careful as I got out of bed with Dad and put on some clothes; as far as I know, I got out of the house without him noticing. Adam, was waiting for me naked, at his apartment. A quick look at each other and I undressed as quickly as I had dressed, and we went to his bedroom. Adam greased his fat hardon, and I took some pillows and placed them under me. "I want you to breed me face to face Adam! I want you to look into my eyes and my face and see how hot it makes me to have that cock of yours inside my butt!", I nearly stammered, thinking he’s poz, but Adam clearly liked my words. "Come on stud! Mount my hot little ass and fill me up with poz cock!" Adam looked down at me, it seemed clear, he felt nothing but lust for me. He knew I wanted him inside of me and he wanted to be inside of him as well. He climbed between my legs and positioned himself so that his dick was parallel with my winking hole. Tentatively, he pushed forward so that the head of his greased poz cock can enter my tight canal. "Aaaaah," I moaned as he felt the coolness of his stiff rod pushing inside of me. This feels so good and fulfills my darker fantasies… I wanted this feeling to go on forever! “Do it Adam!”, I moaned. Seeing the pleasure he was bringing me encouraged Adam to slide even more of his cock inside my hot hole. "Damn", Adam thought. 'I can cum right now it feels so fucking incredible! I feel so connected to him like we were Siamese twins!", and indeed we were connected. Connected by nine inches of his hot poz fuck buddy cock. I reached around and grabbed Adam’s butt cheeks and pulled him forward so that the last half inch of his fat cock slid up and inside of me. That was it, i had all of him. I would have taken more. Any and all cock Adam could feed me will make me happy! Slowly, Adam began to thrust that poz dick in and out of my hole, I can feel his big balls bouncing against my butt cheeks on each downward thrust. I can feel the load of my life building up in my own balls and hoped Adam did, too. Adam stared down into my face and saw the look of ecstasy. He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine, we were now connected another way. Adam pumped away mercilessly as I fought to take every inch of the thick cock he was giving me. My own cock was rubbing against Adam's belly and streams of my pre-cum oozing out of the slit. I knew that I might shoot my load just from having Adam massage my prostate and my dick rubbing against his warm, hot flesh. Then, I felt it. That feeling in your balls you get when you jack your cock real slow and work yourself up. My head felt like it was going to explode as we broke the kiss. "Shit, Adam. You got me there, man. I'm so fucking close to busting my nut. I want you to cum in me bro' I wanna feel your hot macho spunk filling my butt as I shoot. Can you do it, Adam? Are you ready to fill my tight butt with poz cum? Fill me full of hot mancream til it's cumming out of my ears?", I moaned. That really made him crazy, "Oh, Shit, I'm so fucking close. Gonna lose it babe…. Gonna do it any second! My cock feels like it's on fire, it hurts so good… I feel like I'm gonna cum from the bottom of my toes! Gonna fill that tight butt with my juices. Gonna do it right now. Shit man, oh shit! I'm there! Oh shit! FUCKING CUMMINNGGGGG MY GUTS OUT RIGHT NOW!” Adam again planted poz seed inside my tight orifice, I’d swear I can feel it splattering against my anal walls. I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't even feel my own cock explode, sending streams of jizz all over both our bellies and chests. When Adam’s cock finally stopped shooting, his body came to rest on top of mine; we were still connected, but out of breath. Sweat covered my body. Dad: I finally got home, Cod still wasn’t around, that seemed weird… then I heard his car pull up and he came inside. “Hey sexy!”, I grabbed and kissed him as he came in the door, “Hey Dad”. It wasn’t like Cod to not be home, “Sorry I was gone most of the day, running errands, went to the Mall and tried on clothes, its been a busy day”. “No problem… I had a jog with Sam, then stayed around the house the rest of the day, had lunch, watched tv, I knew you’d be back whenever you got done with your errands.”, I kissed Cod again. It was getting late we stripped and cuddled on the couch, we both seemed exhausted, and I knew there wouldn’t be any sex tonight which fit perfectly with Sam asking me not to cum for the next five days. I took Cod to bed, we cuddled close, and drifted off to sleep.

. . Can you see them now

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

Four hours later my phone rang. My friends wanted to go for breakfast and then have a look at the pride festival around the corner. Usually, I can’t handle anything less than eight hours of sleep, but my dick all-but commanded me to get up and join my friends. You see, I hadn't cum the night before, so essential horniness awoke me enough that I could meet with them. Looking into the mirror I had knew I had looked better, even if I was somewhat proud of myself. Overall I looked like shit. My hair was a mess, caked with cum, hair gel and who knows what else. My knees were scraped-up from kneeling on the ground for an extended time, my hairy legs were covered with dried cum, my hole was also a mess, but my jock saturated with dried precum. In addition I noticed the sheets were stained with white and even some red. 'Not a good sign', I thought to myself, grinning internally, as I remembered a statistic I had encountered, that on average, every 30th load bites. Thinking back, I thought I had taken 15 or so loads the night before, which was far from 30, but the intensity of the sex play, and blood stains suggested the probability was somewhat higher than average. Was it too late to catch myself and return to the good side? I jumped into the shower and sat on the shower bench, letting the water pour down on me as I fingered my hole. A little more blood, as well as more cum oozed out. My cock got hard. “Fuck it!” I thought. It was probably too late anyway. Getting out of the shower, somewhat cleaner, I dried myself, pulled on another jock, a T-shirt and some jeans and ran out the door to catch-up with my friends who were waiting in the lobby. “What happened to you? You look really tired,” was the gist of their greeting. Someone else asked “Didn’t you leave early?” I mumbled something about a noisy party next door and a bad hangover. They left me alone. We walked over to a nice place where we could sit outside and look at the farmer’s markets. We had a nice breakfast, but all I could think of was cocks, dicks, cum and being poz. We went and had a look at the pride festival. Heaps of stalls, men and beer. Being on holidays, a beer at 11:00 was totally justified. We each paid for a round, so life was good. Started chatting with a couple of guys, the atmosphere relaxed and a little cruisey. My single friend started an intimate discussion with a twink and disappeared, and my friends who were couples were getting bored, so I sent them on their way and promised to meet up later. I kept wondering around and ended up at the tent for the national AIDS council. Condoms and brochures everywhere. A mid 30s, tall blonde stud was discussing treatments with one of the volunteers. A sexy guy in his early 20s, dark hair, blue eyes approached me. “Are you alright there?” “Yeah thank you” I stumbled. “Are you informed about protection? Do you have any questions?” “Ah thank you” I blushed. “Big couple of nights recently, not sure whether I need protection anymore...” “Oh really? Sorry to hear that” ”No no it's fine. Guess for some it is their destiny.” “Maybe. Maybe not. You think you are already infected?” I began to tell him about the last two nights and as I did I noticed an increasing bulge in his crotch. When I finished my story, somehow I wasn't terribly surprised when he commented with a broad smile, "So, you were quite the slut!” As I sputtered a reply he continued saying "You don’t look at all like it. I love your innocent looks and the inside piggyness. I got pozzed to years ago. A condom broke, but I have no idea who it was. Would have loved to be aware of when it was happening.” “Oh, I assumed all you guys are negative." "Hell no. Most of us are poz. And some of us are here to make new friends. Some of mine stopped talking to me after they found out I was poz.” “That’s heavy” I replied. “Yeah, but we are a club here now.” “Once you are diagnosed, you are very welcum to join” he winked at me. “Only then? No possibility to join earlier?” “Well there is an option,” he replied, explaining "One of the members needs to vouch that the diagnosis is inevitable.” “And how does he do that?” “Special one on one time” his eyes now looking devilishly at me. I was rock hard. This hot twink wanted to poz me! Should I risk it? What were the odds? What did I have to lose? Would I regret it, if it turned out I was already infected and said no now? I grinned and asked “How do I sign up?” “Come with me.”

Well the poor kid is either going to be ruined for life or this is the part where his love of bbc will increase ten fold, lucky bastard........lol

“Mind if I booty bump the slut some more Dean?” Jack asked holding up the film canister and shaking it. “Nope that’s what it’s for Jack,” Dean replied with an evil smirk. Jack smiled back as he opened the canister shaking out a nice sized shard and then shook some powder on the head of his already cum covered cock head. One of the older bear couple grabbed Adam’s legs and pulled them back so Jack could drop the shard in the boy’s open hole. Jack took the boy’s legs back and lined his cock with the opening. As he shoved his thick nine inch cock in the moaning twink balls deep in a single thrust he announced to the gathered room, “Now it’s time to really knock this slut’s ass up with some poz loads.” Adam yelped as the mysterious man’s cock punched through his hole to bury its self deeper than anything ever had before. Dean’s thick cock had stretched him open enough the man’s girth did not really hurt only stung slightly. He could not believe how good it felt to have another cock inside his now incredibly hungry hole. Jack groaned in pleasure as his thick nine-inches wrapped its self in the barely-legal boy’s spooge lubed fiery hot fuck tunnel. He gazed deep into Adam’s formally bright blue eyes, now dazed and darkened by the Tina wanting forever to remember this moment as he helped poz the newly born cumslut. The nearly hairless twink’s toned skateboarder 5’6”, 120 lbs. body turned him on unbelievably. It reminded him to the first young teen twink he stealthed after discovering his cheating youthful lover had pozzed him. He smoked the boy up after picking him up from a coffee house, taking him to a nearby sleazy motel taking his cherry and his health. Adam started to whimper after the man quickly started to withdraw his dick. “Please don’t stop…you feel so good,” Adam found himself begging the skeleton-like man. “Oh ya the lil’ neg twink slut likes poz raw dick,” Jack laughed loudly as he grinned at the others standing around him watching him begin his assault on the no longer innocent eighteen-year old deflowered virgin twink. “Don’t worry bitch, I’m nowhere near finished with your lil’ boy neg pussy,” he leered at young teen, who didn’t even look legal enough to be in the bathhouse, as he shoved his death stick back in as hard as he could. “Your fuckin’ cunt will be dripping with my poz load soon enough slut.” “Poz load?” The chemmed up eighteen-year old started to ask, before the older skeleton-like man pulled back out and slammed back inside him even harder than before slapping his balls against his upturned smooth ass. The amazing feeling of the anonymous man’s long thick meat distracted him long enough to forget what he was asking the group of men around him as he begged for it harder and faster. The men watching Adam laughed at his naivety at not realizing they were pozzing him. Dean smiled to himself as he realized Adam before the night was out would be begging men to feed him their dirty loads. If by the time all, the men in the room were finished with him and the clueless boy didn’t understand what was going on, he would tell Adam after he was strapped in the sling in the Pig Room when he booty bumped and slammed the teen again. It would be hot watching the tweaked boy beg for the gift to set him free. Adam groaned as he felt the unknown man’s balls slap repeatedly against his ass cheeks. He loved the feeling and sound of them smacking him hard turning him on even more than before. Dean’s dick had stretched him open wide, but this guy was going for depth. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to have his ass filled with another dick. He was so lost in the pleasure of the older man’s long thick meat pummeling him; his drugged brain didn’t register the poz talk of the men around him. All he just wanted was to have the man cum inside him as Dean had. He loved the feel of hot, thick, gooey jizz filling his ass. Dean’s load felt unbelievable as a lube helping the older man pound his ass. “FUCK BITCH! YOU WANT THIS MUTHA-FUCKIN’ POZ LOAD DON’T YOU?” Jack growled loudly as he switched from rapid pummeling to forceful long-dicking making sure the boy felt every inch of his fuck-tool as he slammed back inside making sure to tear up newly corrupted cumdump. “YES!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!! COME ON GIVE ME THAT LOAD!!!” Adam howled nearly out of his mind from the fucking he was receiving from the older man ravishing his hole. “BEG ME BITCH TO POZ YOUR HOLE,” commanded Jack as he kicked into high gear completely pulling out, before slamming back inside the horny tweaked teen. “BEG…SLUT!...TELL…ME…TO…POZ…YOUR…NEG…BOY…PUSSY!” He demanded punctuating each word with a powerful thrust back inside the teen pinned beneath him. He felt his balls drawing tight as they prepared to fire three days worth of his death seed in the drugged angelic-looking blond twink. “POZ MY NEG BOY PUSSY!!! Adam squealed wanting Jack to fill him with his gooey man-juice, not realizing what he was begging the older man to do to him. In his drugged mind, he thought he was just wanting the man to cum, just as Dean had before in him. Seeing the twisted innocent-looking boy beg for his toxic load pushed Jack over the edge as he pulled out one last time before slamming his pulsing fuck-meat deep back inside the newly-born cumdump. “FUCKIN’ TAKE MY POZ LOAD!!! He howled in triumph as his cock fired six powerful jets of poz jizz flooding the previously already filled fuck tunnel. His thick load oozed out from around his impaled fleshy butt-plug. Although, Adam was leaking precum like crazy and he was hornier than he had ever been before in his life his dick wouldn’t get hard. However, the fantastic feelings emanating from his ass distracted him from being concerned about this disturbing fact. Normally he generally was constantly hard when horny. He loved the way the unknown older man’s nine-inch thick cock had felt fucking him. The way he had pulled all the way out before slamming deep back inside him was incredible, Adam hoped the man would fuck him again after the others had fucked him. Adam whimpered as he felt the semi-hard fuck-pole begin to slide from his ass. He wanted the man to stay inside him for as long as possible. The men around him laughed as they watched the exit of the thick cock from him and the flow of jizz from his now gaping hole. “Batter up guys, the slut needs more poz loads by the sound of it,” he chuckled moving out of the way for the next man to mount the twisted twink. “Well I guess it’s me, since they want to spit-roast the cumdump when they gift him,” smiled the 6’7”, 370 lbs. college football jock as he climbed between Adam’s spread legs. Evan couldn’t believe he was about to fuck and help gift one of his favorite wet dreams from when he had been a senior at the same high school. Adam was just a sophomore when Evan first saw him changing in the locker room. He wanted the boy’s tight lil’ ass from the first time he saw Adam bent over drying his ankles by his locker. Unfortunately, Evan had to maintain the image he was straight during High school. He did though manage to fuck a couple of the team managers and towel boys while in school, because they knew he would beat the crap out of them if they ever told anyone what happened. College though turned out to be a different story. Sometimes the parties got so wild everyone was fucking anyone they found, that was how he got pozzed the year before at a college party. Some wealthy alumni threw a party after winning a bowl game, everyone was so wasted he did not think anything of it when the alumni told him some of his friends wanted to meet him and parTy with the man who had scored the winning touchdown. The man escorted him out to a large pool house, which looked more like a regular two-story house. A small, much more intimate party was going on when Evan and the man reached the pool house. About twelve or so men, obviously all former football players were having a goodtime smoking weed, and something else from a glass pipe and drinking when they entered, the living room. They all cheered him when the man introduced him to the men at the party. Somebody handed him a mixed drink, which tasted a little weird, but he didn’t care as each of the men introduced themselves and kept him busy talking about school and the game and his life to that point. It turned out all were alumni of the school and they told him they hoped he would be a positive influence on incoming players, much like they had positive influences on their fellow players. He politely told them he hoped that he could follow their example. They laughed assuring him after that night there would be no doubt in their minds he would definitely have a positive impact on anyone else he wanted in the future. Evan seemed surprised, but secretly pleased there were no women at the gathering. It enabled him to relax and be more himself. He still tried to act straight, while at college parties though he and a few of his buddies from the team had fapped or sucked one another off after a party when they had been horny and unable to pick up any girls. All of the men seemed relaxed and comfortable with one another, at some point, he couldn’t remember when, they had taken off their tee shirts and were now only dressed in their shorts. He found it hard to resist looking at the obvious bulges in their shorts. Several of the men, actually had hardons and were pitching some serious tent in their shorts. This in turn made him hornier than he had been in a longtime. They told him since the season was over they invited him join them in celebrating by smoking a lil’ weed and kick back with them. He hadn’t been able to 420 since high school, so he was excited at the prospect. They passed around a joint at first, but later someone passed him a bong. Jason was having the best time of his life. He was hanging out with a bunch of cool men, who seemed interested in him as much as he was interested in them. He was sitting on the couch talking to one particularly handsome man, when he heard a familiar voice. “Hey Evan, having fun yet?” Evan looked up pleasantly surprised to see his best buddy from the team, Ethan the quarterback standing there giving him a huge grin. He could resist himself standing up giving the smaller 5’ 10”, 160 lbs. player a huge hug and barely managing to stop short of kissing the hot quarterback. The two of them had on more than one occasion after a party had sucked one another off. Ethan had introduced him to the pleasure of having his ass played with while getting a blowjob. “How did you know where to find me?” Evan asked inviting his buddy to join him on the couch. “My Uncle Davis, always throws one of these Positive Impact parties every year. I got to be the guest of honor finally last year, and when he asked me to pick someone to be the guest of honor this year I told him I couldn’t think of anyone more perfect than you dude,” he smiled reaching out sensually to caress Evan’s mostly smooth chest. “I see you’ve already gotten comfortable, so I guess I better too,’ he giggled. Evan looked down surprised to see he was only wearing his boxers. He couldn’t remember taking off his clothes. He looked back up getting ready to say something to Ethan about being so fucked up he didn’t remember stripping and to apologize to his friend, when he saw Ethan standing there in front of him completely naked, boned out and grinning at him. One of the men was holding a small powerful torch-like lighter under a bulbous glass pipe quickly filling with thick white smoke, while Ethan steadily sucked in its contents. He looked around the room to see how all the men were reacting to the sight of the nineteen-year old naked sophomore. He realized he was the only one wearing any clothes and all of the men were completely boned up, including him. The man sitting next to him offered him a similar glass pipe directing on how to use it, telling him to hold the smoke in as long as he could. Before Evan realized it, he had taken five massive hits from the pipe and finally shared the last one with Ethan, who was by then sitting in his lap. The shotgun quickly turned into a passionate bout of kissing between the two-college football players. When they finally stopped kissing one of the men passed to teammates a couple of pills a piece to take. Evan followed Ethan’s lead and took them without question, before they shared a few more hits of a glass pipe. Evan was unbelievably horny as the result of everything happening to him, whenever he looked around the room when hitting the pipe he saw all the men engaged in all sorts of sexual activity, which in turn made him even hornier. Finally, Ethan climbed off his lap taking his hand and led him to a large upstairs room with a strange looking swing hanging from the ceiling. He helped Evan climb into the swing, while some of the men, who had followed them upstairs secured his arms and legs into restraints so he couldn’t move and was now completed exposed and open to them. “Ethan tells me you’re one hell of a cocksucker Evan,” said the man who had led him out to the pool house. He was surprised to see Ethan engaged in a passionate kiss with the man, before sliding down to his knees and taking the older man’s cock in his mouth. “My lil’ nephew cumslut here,” he said pausing as he firmly griped Ethan’s curly locks and started to brutally face-fuck his friend, “told me he thought you would be a perfect addition to our lil’ college brotherhood and I couldn’t agree more especially after your spectacular win today. We’re going to initiate you now into our Positive Impact Brotherhood and you will be a changed man by the time you leave here,” he laughed as Evan felt someone begin to rim him for the first time in his life. The men used him for the remainder of the weekend. Now he was going to do the same to Adam. He couldn’t wait finally to tap Adam’s ass after so many years. Evan doubted Adam remembered him, since he had really bulked out in college and grown his hair longer. He intended to tell Adam who he was once he slid inside his boy cunt. He was certain Adam had been a closet case as he had been and probably fapped to images of his naked body in the shower. Now he was going to make those fantasies a reality. Evan stared down at the chemmed up newly born cumslut grinning. Other than growing a few inches taller and filling out some muscles he looked almost exactly as he had the first day he had seen Adam bent over in the locker room. It was time to show his wet dream what he wanted to do to him that day. “Hey Adam, do you remember me from Robert Lewis?” Evan asked the barely eighteen-year old as he reached down pulling one of Adam’s slender, toned lightly haired legs against his muscular chest, while he pulled the other leg around his waist. Evan wanted to go for maximum penetration with his thick wedged-shaped seven-inches. It took Adam a minute to process what the jock had said to him before he realized who was about to breed him. Evan Brown, who had been a senior when he was a sophomore at Robert Lewis, his high school. He had been a football god, who was recruited to Florida State after graduation. He had several hot and nasty fantasies involving the senior, most of them involving fucking Adam in the showers with some of the other players from the team. This was like a dream come true for him. He couldn’t help himself, “Fuck and breed me please I NEED YOU COCK!!!” Adam begged. The hunger in his ass was growing and it would only be satisfied with more cock loading his ass. “I wanted you to fuck me Evan, since I first saw you in the locker room,” he found himself confessing unexplainably. It was like all his fantasies were coming to the surface and he wanted to tell these men, so they could fulfill each and everyone of them. He felt so nasty and slutty, but found himself enjoying the freedom his thoughts were giving him. Evan teasingly pushed his cockhead against Adam’s now red puffy loose hole coating it with the leaking loads of toxic man-seed. He loved listening to Adam whimper in frustrated desire for his cock. Seeing the twisted teen-slut begging for his fuck tool and load turned him on incredibly. The twink was going to get the fuck he should have gotten so many years before, and he would remember it for the rest of his life. He pulled back watching Adam try to use his one leg wrapped around his thick waist to pull him inside his hungry teen pussy, but he knew the small teen couldn’t budge his more powerful frame. Evan reached down grabbing and opening the film canister of Tina sprinkled some of the powder on his cum coated dick head. He smiled taking out another shard, before pushing it quickly inside the loose fuck hole he was about to inject with his still unmedicated seed. Just as Adam started to moan about the burn of the Tina as it began to melt inside him, Evan slammed his dick balls deep in the now broken in cumslut. “Is this what you wanted Adam?” he growled lustfully at the now impaled teen. If you do then beg for it and make me believe you really wanted my cock in high school I’ll fuck you like I know you wanted it,” he grinned as he ground his buried dick in small circles making Adam moan like a ten-dollar whore. Suddenly his high school fantasy, Evan, yanked his thick cock from his hole. Adam stared in desperation deep into the eyes of the powerfully built football player, who still had him pinned to the bed in the room at the bathhouse. He didn’t care about anything else but getting Evan’s meat back inside him. He would promise or do anything to feel the thick cock buried in his teen pussy, because that was what it was now. A receptacle for men’s cocks and jizz, he couldn’t imagine not ever being fucked again. “OH GOD…PLEASE! PLEASE…FUCK…ME…EVAN!!! I NEED YOUR COCK IN ME!!!” Adam wailed, begging for Evan’s cock. “I’LL DO ANYTHING…PLEASE JUST FUCK ME!!!” He cried out in frustration and need for more cock in his now insatiable hungry hole. “Anything?” Evan chuckled looking at all the men surrounding Adam, before looking back down at the desperate chemmed up twink. “Anything at all?” “YES…I PROMISE…ANYTHING YOU WANT!!! PLEASE…FUCK ME…PLEASE!!!” Bending down close to Adam’s baby smooth face, Evan using a loud stage whisper, “I want you to beg me to fuck you full of my HIV positive charged load and poz you.” Adam shuddered as Evan’s request began to process slowly through his drug-addled brain. Had both of the previous men been positive? He remembered Dean, the man who had taken his virginity demanding he beg for his “charged” load. The next man had also made him beg for his “poz” cum, they had purposely fucked him without a rubber and tricked him into wanting their deadly loads. He knew he should stop and leave. Maybe he could get something to help stop it from happening to him. He didn’t want to die, he had his whole life ahead of him. Yet as much as he mentally thought he should leave the bathhouse, his body wanted something else. It wanted to feel more raw cock sliding inside of his ass, filling him with warm, thick, gooey spooge. He couldn’t deny how pleasurable it had been to feel the previous two men pumping their loads in him. Maybe it would be okay for him to take a few poz loads, after all Dean and Evan looked like they were healthy. He whimpered as Evan slipped two fingers in his ass beginning to finger fuck him as he tried to figure out what to do. In the end, the hunger in his ass won out and Adam surrendered to the pleasure his body desired. “Yes do it,” Adam lustfully whispered finally. Evan grinned realizing he won, Adam now would willing surrender his body to the will of the men, who wanted to use him as a cumdump. “Yes do what Adam? You have to tell me what you want,” he continued sliding a third a finger in the teen beneath him making Adam moan loudly. “Adam, you need to tell me what you want or I won’t give you my Johnson.” Adam could barely think straight, as Evan’s pumping fingers stoked the building fire in his ass. He didn’t care what the future held anymore he NEEDED dick and cum filling his ass. He wanted as much as these men could give him. “FUCK ME EVAN!!! GIVE ME YOUR FAT COCK!!!” He finally howled now desperate to get more cock in his boy pussy. Evan laughed as he began to pump his fingers in and out even faster of his high school wet dream. “I will when you ask properly like I told you to ask me,” he smiled wickedly at the horny eighteen-year old. Adam knew what he had to do in order to get Evan’s thick cock back inside him. He swallowed a couple of times before completely surrendering himself at last to the men surrounding him. “FUCK…ME…WITH…THAT…POZ…COCK! BREED…ME! GIVE…ME…YOUR…CHARGED…LOAD!!! He yelled out, as he felt Evan’s fingers leave his ass. “FUCKIN’ TAKE MY POZ COCK BITCH!!!” Evan roared as he slammed balls deep in a single thrust. He didn’t wait to give Adam anytime to adjust to the deep penetration, he just began to long dick the teen pinned beneath him relentlessly. Adam squealed out in pleasure as he felt Evan ram into him. He couldn’t believe how good it felt feeling his high school fap fantasy pounding him. All he could do was lay there moaning and begging for it harder. He started getting turned on even more as Evan started talking dirty to him. The way Evan talked to him about pozzing his ass made him feel and think things he never would have imaged. He wanted Evan to poz him and found himself now begging to be “knocked up” with the football player’s “poz babies”. He wanted the freedom promised to be able to take any hard dick offered him and not to worry, only to enjoy the pleasure. “Hey dude wanna clear off the table there, I want fuck the slut there,” panted a sweat drenched Evan. He wanted to pound Adam even deeper if that was possible. Dean and the others grinned at the young college football player as they moved Dean’s party supplies out of the way. Dean was impressed at how Evan had managed to get Adam to submit to being a poz cumslut. He decided he would get to know the football player a bit better. It would be fun to visit the college boy’s campus and convert a few students with him. If the boy had any brains and wanted a job, he might consider hiring him, so Evan could travel the world pozzing others like Adam. Once Evan saw the table was cleaned off he told Adam to wrap his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist. He then carried the still impaled Adam over to the table and set him down on it. He pushed the eighteen-year old down on the table, before grabbing his legs holding them up as he spread them wide. It was time now to fuck the chemmed up slut. Adam whimpered and begged for Evan’s raw dick as he felt it leave his ass, but he didn’t have to wait for it’s return very long. He grunted loudly as the thick wedge-shaped flesh missile slammed back in hard and fast, before being withdrawn and then rammed back in even more forcefully. Precum flowed from Adam’s semi-hard cock, all over his stomach and groin much like a broken faucet spilling out water. Each complete withdrawal and powerful thrust back in forced even more clear, sticky fluid to pump over like mini climaxes. His eyes rolled-back and drool dripped from his mouth as he became overcome by the brutal fucking being delivered. Evan hated to admit it, but Adam had one of the best boy cunts he had fucked in a long time. He was going to make sure whenever he was home he took the opportunity to tap it. The boy could just take a pounding and still beg for more, he was going to be one well-fucked boy by the time they were finished with him. Hearing the chemmed up fuck-toy beg for his poz load was pushing him almost to his climax. “MUTHA FUCK!!!” Bayed Evan as he began to fire his load deep inside his former high school fap fantasy. “TAKE…MY…POZ…LOAD!!!” Evan panted each word as thick toxic man-batter filled Adam’s already flooded boy cunt. “Oh fuck,” babbled Adam as he felt each pulse of the thick cock buried inside his fuck tunnel. He lay there on the table panting covered in sweat enjoying the feeling of a HIV positive cock giving him the gift of freedom. He couldn’t help himself reaching up, once again wrapping his arms around Evan’s neck pulling him down towards his mouth. The two boys engaged in a short bout of passionate kissing, before Adam released Evan. “Who’s next?” He asked lustfully grinning at the men slowly stroking their cocks as they watched he and Evan pull apart and a flood of jizz flow out his now gaping fuck hole.

I have a straight fuckbuddy who calls me once a year, always when his wife is pregnant. He is 28 now, married for 6 years, and father to 5 boys already. He is a short turkish guy with an enormous sex drive and a fat cut cock, hard and ready to shoot 24/7. When his wife is about to give birth to the next child, she will not let him touch her for about 8 weeks, which is far too much for him. He then calls me and I will let him fuck me. He seems to have never heard about condoms, never mentioned the option. I prepare my hole well, since he goes for it without any foreplay. He just shoves in balls deep and gives me a brutal pounding. His first load cums after only 5 seconds, but he will not get soft for about 2 hours, and I always end with at least 4 loads of turkish boys in my guts. He doesn't talk much but always remarks that my ass looks great (round and white), and that it feels even better than a cunt, and that I can take him much longer without complaint about pain than his wife does. I will never turn him down when he calls me, and I hope that he will have many more kids.

this makes me want to go to my first sauna anyone want to be daddy and show me the ways

Last night I met up with with a younger Korean kid who had recently moved to the US. he must have been just 18 or 19 and when I got him to my condo and he was so amazingly cute and shy. He had heavy fantasies about 'daddy bears' and being dominated, but I could tell he didn't really know what he was getting into. I spent the whole night with him exploring him, making him moan, (and he was SUCH a moaner!!!) Introduced him to the wonders of Piss play and Docking, kid even had a little cheese SUCH an amazing Surprise! Of course eventually I got down to business and when the time came I took his hole utterly. That was the best part, breaking through his defenses. He started out asking about a Condom, which I told him I would get, if he wanted it. When the time came I had him horn enough that he let me go in bare. I started really talking dirty to him and got him to beg for my cum inside him, that really was the best part, to be breeding this shy young asian and finally have him beg me for my seed. Blasted a 2 day load in him and worked it in extra deep. Hope to see him again, nice to know hes got me swimming around in side him.

Not just barebacking, I wish I started getting fucked earlier.