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Thanks for your remarks and encouragment guys! Chapter 2. During Here I was in a stranger's basement dungeon room, restrained face down with a butt plug up my ass, eagerly awaiting what would come next. Maybe I should have been scared, but I wasn't. I felt his hands on my back, moving from my shoulders down toward my ass. He would give my ass a good firm squeeze or a sharp little swat each time. "You look really good, boy" "Thank you Sir." "You seem very relaxed and comfortable- that's good for now," he said with that sexy chuckle of his. "I need to get comfortable too," he said. His hands left my body, and it sounded like he was taking off his boots and the rest of his clothes. He was now standing right behind me. I felt the heat of his body, and it seemed I could feel his warm, growing cock brush up against my as and the backs of my thighs. Then I felt himwiggle the butt plug a bit. I moaned. He then started tapping on it, which sent wonderful vibrations in my hole and all through my body. I moaned a bit louder. I felt him pull on the plug slightly, then push it back in. He did this a few times. It felt awesome! He went back to the tapping and laughed softly as he saw me shudder in delight. He pressed his body down on my back and I felt his breath on my ear. "Mmmmmm, you're such a good boy," he whispered in my ear. "What shall we do next, I wonder. Oh yeah, I think I know." I could feel his hot hard cock pressing on the crack of my ass. He rubbed it slowly up and down. "I think I know what you want," he whispered. "I think I know exactly what you want. Do you know what you want? What you want deep inside?" My own cock was as hard as it has ever been, and all I could do was moan again. He stood upright, and my body missed the warmth of his. He pulled at the plug again, but this time he kept pulling and it slowly came out of my hole. I thought he started to push it back in, but it felt different. Then I knew he had replaced it with his cock. "I think this is what you want, boy. But that really doesn't matter, does it?" Just the head of his cock was in. "What really matters is what I want, right boy?" My hole was craving to be filled by his dick, and I tried to push back against him to get more in. But he just held it there. "You want this, boy? You want my cock?" I moaned. "You want my cock, boy? Do you? Tell me you want it." I mumbled a feeble yes in reply. "I couldn't hear you," he said a bit louder and more insistently. "Yes Sir. I want your cock," I said. "Good boy." he pressed his cock just a bit further in. It felt big. It felt hot. It felt wonderful. "A good boy gets the reward he really wants," he said as he pressed even more into my hole. "What a sweet, tight boy-hole," he sighed, as he pressed in all the way. At least it felt like all the way. He kept it there, and leaned down onto my back again. "Open up, let daddy in all the way," he whispered in my ear again. I pushed back against him and opened up my hole as much as I could. I felt him pushing in even more and felt his pubes against my hole and his balls against mine. "That's the way. Good boy," he hissed in my ear. His body against my back, his breath and lips on my ear, his thick cock filling me, it was all making my head spin. He remained pressed against me like that, and started to slowly pull his cock back, and just as slowly push back into me. He pulled back almost all the way out, then back in. His cock must have been eight inches long. He kept up these long slow strokes. This was the most satisfying fucking I had ever received, I felt his hand close to my face. "Here, boy- inhale." I smelled the familiar scent of poppers and took a deep whiff. He held them up to my other nostril and I inhaled again. I felt my hole open ever wider. "That's it, boy. You really do want this, don't you?" "Yes, Sir!" I immediately responded. Again he chuckled. He stood upright and started to fuck me harder and faster. I was pushing back against each thrust. My whole world at that moment revolved around his big hard cock reaming out my hole. I could hear his breathing getting harder as he fucked harder with each thrust. He finally yelled out "Oh fuuuck!" and pushed all the way in and stayed there. "Oh fuck boy! Take it boy!" He yelled. He pulled back halfway and jabbed back in a couple of times. The he pulled out. His breathing was still heavy, but he seemed to recover. I know I was smiling. There was a sudden but soft rap on the door. I was pointed away from it and couldn't see anything. I heard Sir say "I think someone heard us," and he chuckled again as I heard him walk over and open the door. "Good timing guys, I just had my turn," he said to someone I couldn't see. I heard other voices saying "Nice" "Sweet ass" "Awesome" "Who's next?" I couldn't tell how many voices. "What's going on?" I asked. I heard Sir's voice as he came closer to me. "Relax, boy. These are just good friends of mine who came for a little fun. I'll see they treat you right. You won't get anything you don't want." By the time he finished he was in front of me. I could see his chest dripping with sweat and his still mostly hard cock. It was just as big as it had felt in my ass. He crouched down in front of me, his hands on my shoulders. He was looking me in the eyes, still wearing those sunglasses, and smiling reassuringly. He leaned in and kissed me and said to me, "Relax, sweet boy. Just think of this as fulfilling a fantasy you may not have admitted to yourself that you have had for a while." He leaned in very close to my ear and whispered, "I won't let them do anything you don't want. I won't let them hurt you. Well, not any more than I already hurt you, my sweet boy." His words relaxed me again, and I managed to say "OK, I trust you, Sir." "Good boy," he said, and kissed me again. He stood up and went over to his friends. "This is the first one to show I went first." I smelled a sharp odor, a familiar odor, but it wasn't the poppers from before. I then felt something press against my left ass cheek and move down a couple of inches. The I heard a quiet snap and realized he had just made a mark on my ass with a marker. "Each guy leaves a mark when you finish. Make sure you finish." Another voice said, "I'll go next." I felt a pair of hands on my ass as a cock pushed in. Sir had fucked me so well and so deeply that there was no resistance at all. He came and crouched down in front of me again, kissing my lips and ears and neck and stroking my arms and shoulders. He kept this up as the new guy fucked me. After he finished fucking me, he left a mark beside the first one. The it was someone else's turn. I was so blissed out and loving the attention from my Sir that I lost count of how many cocks were inside me, one after the other. It was all a blur then, but later I remember things I had heard them saying: "What a sweet ass this little piggy has!" "Fuck he still feels tight!" "He's the best one yet!" And after the fourth of fifth one was done and he was making his mark, one of them said, "This is permanent, right?" There was laughter. "Fucking right it's permanent," someone else said. My Sir whispered into my ear so only I could hear, "Yes, it's permanent. So you will never forget." And he kissed me long and deep. He didn't untie me from the bench until they had all thanked him and left. I never saw a single one of them. He helped me stand up and held me tight. "You OK?" he asked. I didn't answer. He started rubbing my arms and legs. He put his arm around my shoulder. We found my clothes, and he led me upstairs. " think you need a good hot shower," and he showed me the bathroom. He started the water for me and found me a towel. After I got out, he asked me if I was OK to drive home or if I needed to crash. I said I wanted to drive home. I knew my family would expect to see me in the morning. It was almost the end of my visit with them. He told me the few turns to make to get back to the main drag. I found my way home and crashed and slept like a log. I woke up with a slightly sore ass, but sore in a really good way. I couldn't believe what had happened the night before- a hot dungeon session followed by a hot gang bang. It was something right out of porn! Chapter 3 coming soon...

Chapter 1. Before A little something about me first. By the time I turned 30, I was very comfortable being out as a gay man, and had found my sexual interests had turned toward bdsm and leather. That was pretty much another coming out. My fantasies had started to move toward bareback sex as well. At first I just read stories online about barebacking, but I had recently found myself more and more turned on by bareback porn. My profiles online and on apps already included my bdsm interests, and I had also found the usual coded ways to hint I was into barebacking. Chatting about it with other guys was something I was doing more often. When I found the sites actually dedicated to raw sex, I made profiles there as well. These new profiles did not have my pics on them and were created with different screennames, but looking back now I see that someone really paying attention could see it was the same guy who was on the other sites. Here's my story: I had come home for part of my vacation to see my family and some old friends. I hadn't lived here for 10 years, and I decided to see what I had missed back then, back when I was almost completely in the closet. I knew there were 2 gay bars in town. One was a dance club where all the young twinks went. The other was more of a dive place that sometimes had leather themed nights with mostly an older crowd. I was more interested in finding a dominant top to play with, so I went to the dive. I got there and saw a good mix of men, many of them in leather, and I felt right at home. There was one guy in particular who caught my eye. He was about 45 years old, a bit scruffy, wearing leather pants, biker boots, a leather vest with no shirt, a muir cap, and sunglasses. I thought I recognized him from a profile online that mentioned that he had a well stocked dungeon and that really got me excited. I thought he had been checking me out, but it was hard to tell with those sunglasses on. After a while I was leaning up against the bar, and he came over beside me and ordered a beer from the bartender. He turned to me and asked if he could buy me a drink. I'm sure the broad smile that came over my face betrayed how much he turned me on. I answered, "Yes, Sir!" He chuckled with a sly grin. "You visiting from out of town? I have never seen you here before." he said. "Yes Sir," I said, "I used to live here until 10 years ago. I never came in here back then." "I think I saw your profile earlier," he said. He mentioned my screenname and asked if that was me. It was the name I used on the regular sites, not the bareback ones. I said that was indeed me. He said, "I like the things you are into. You looking for some play tonight? I have a place not far from here." I decided to be brave and said, "You have a dungeon?" He laughed and said, "I think you saw my profile too, didn't you." "I think I did, Sir." He said, "Finish that drink boy, and let's go have some fun!" That was exactly what I hoped he would say. I downed my beer and we started toward the door. As I followed him, he would stop to greet some of the other men- other hot leather guys. He leaned in a whispered into the ears of a few of them, and those guys gave me big smiles. The thought that he was probably telling them he was taking me home to his dungeon made me feel good. I followed him in my car to a nice ranch style house in a quiet neighborhood. I followed him inside, and he headed right down to the basement. He opened a door and hit the lights. I saw a room with dark walls, a St Andrew's cross, various floggers and paddles hanging on one wall, a spanking/fuck bench, chains hanging from the ceiling- a well set-up dungeon. He started asking me some details about what I was into. He talked about limits, too. That helped me relax. He promised not to do anything I didn't want. The he said, "Just to make sure- you are negative, aren't you boy?" I said I was and told him when my last test was. "Good," he said, "that makes a difference in how we play." That's when it hit me that I didn't really know anything about this guy, but he seemed cool and respectful and I decided to trust him. He showed me a bathroom with a sink and toilet in the corner of the room. "Take a piss or whatever you need, then come out and strip down, boy," he said. I did what I was told. When I was naked, he looked at me and nodded in approval. He led me over to the St Andrew's cross and cuffed me to it face to the wall. He started out slowly with some flogging. It felt really good. He went harder and it felt better. After a while he turned me around and brought out a thin rope which he used to tie up my cock and balls. He put clamps on my nipples and weighed them down and then proceeded to torture my cock and balls. It hurt, but in just the way I liked being hurt. I was having a blast! After some time of this kind of play he said we were going to take a short break. He uncuffed my hands and led me over to the spanking bench. He told me to rest on it face down and produced a cold bottle of water for me from somewhere. "I'll be right back," he said, and he went out the door. The bench was really quite comfortable, and I felt really relaxed. My head was buzzing from the play so far. I was in a great space. I heard the door open, I turned my head to see him was coming back in and was talking on the phone, saying "Sounds good, buddy- see you soon. This is going to be fun!" He smiled at me and said he was talking to some friends, making plans for a good time. He went over to a cabinet and got a few things out, including a big bottle of lube and what looked like a couple of dildos. He came back to me and asked if I liked the bench. "Yes, it's comfortable." "Good, but I have known guys to squirm so much they fall off. So I an going to have to secure you to it." Fine with me. There were straps for my wrists and for my ankles, so I was strapped down with my ass exposed. "Let's see how that nice ass responds" he said with a chuckle. He fingered my hole, adding lube. Of course I couldn't see what he was doing, but it felt really good. He then started using a dildo, slowly fucking it in and out. I was in heaven. He took it out and chuckled again. "Your hole is twitching, boy. I think it wants more." "Yes Sir! Please Sir!" I said. "Well, I think you and your hole will be very happy very soon," he said. "I hope so, Sir," I answered. He then started to push something that felt wider into my hole. It went in a ways and then stayed put. It was a butt plug. "Keep that in, boy." "Yes, Sir." All of a sudden I felt a belt strike my ass cheeks. Wow! I sure did have to concentrate to keep the plug in place while he used that belt on my ass. He slapped me with it for a while, but then stopped. "No need to mark up that sweet ass... at least not yet. We'll get to that soon enough." Chapter 2 to come shortly...

Work took me to this small country town out in the middle of nowhere. No Craigslist, no BBRT, and barely any cell phone reception. Im in pretty good shape, total sub bottom, that just so happened to be locked in a Holy Trainer chastity device by a local Dom. At this point it had been 9 day wearing it. I hoped on Grindr and there were maybe 10 guys nearby. I was thinking this was going to be a boring waste of a trip until I got a few messages. On my profile headline was BBanonHOTEL. It wasnt until about 1am that I got any messages. A few were not worth my time but finally something worth my response. A Mexican worker hit me up, told me to leave the door open, he was going to eat my ass and then breed me. I agreed and gave him my room number. I also told him about the chastity device, and he said he didnt care because he wasnt going to touch my cock anyways. He was just wanting to shoot his load in someone. So I waited at the end of the bed in my jockstrap ass up and lubed. His cock was amazing, a beautiful 7" uncut piece of work. He fucked like a stallion. I have never heard anyone grunt like that before as he pumped his Mexican seed into me. While the Mexican was breeding me 2 more messaged me. I gave both of them the room number, and told them whoever gets there first put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door. I told them both about the chastity device too. One said he didnt care and the other asked what it was. He seemed a little hesitant but said he would see when he got there. The first one in was another Mexican oilfield worker. He had the thickest cock I have ever been bred with. Shorter and uncut, but soda can thick! He tore my hole up. I could feel the first load slopping all over and running down my ass. At one point I was wishing he would hurry up and shoot his load because he was tearing me a new one. About that time I could feel my hole getting warm and gooey. He pulled out and just walked out of the room. Load #2. As soon as he walked out the 3rd guy was walked in. He was waiting in the hallway for his turn. It was an 18 yo that had never been with a guy. He was a little nervous, unsure of what he wanted. I asked him if he wanted me to suck him. He did but said he probably wouldnt last long. He laid back on the bed and I sucked him for maybe 5-6 minutes. I could tell he was enjoying it. I could hear him start to unwrap a condom, so I just stood up and sat on his hard cock. He wasnt very big or very thick. It was a cute little cut boy cock. I maybe rode his cock for 10-15 seconds then came the "oh shit Im cumming.....sorry dude". I could feel that little cock twitching inside my sloppy hole. I wiped his little cock off and he went on his way. Load #3. The last message I got was around 2am. Hot daddy in his late 40s, muscular, huge fucking 9" cut cock. Said his wife was asleep and wanted to sneak out. I gave him the room number, waited till about 3-330 but he never showed. I was bummed but had 3 loads so I went to bed. When I got up in the morning I had a message from him. "Sorry wife woke up. Can I come by before work?" I replied back and waited. He said he was already at work but could stop by at some point, if I would just wait for him ass up. I waited about 45 minutes and I heard a knock at the door. I felt a hand on my ass, rough and strong. He was a hot daddy cowboy. Tight wranglers, dirty boots, worn out t-shirt. I felt his finger go up inside my hole. "How many other loads you got" he asked me. Of course my response was 3. I felt his hand slide under me and he discovered my chastity device. He asked what it was and I told him. Keeps a bottom from getting hard. He was intrigued and flipped me over. That is when I saw his cock, fucking massive!!! "You think this will fit" he asked. "You dont need your little cock anyways, just to service mine." I sat up and started sucking his cock. He was working my mouth over for a good 20 minutes. He pushed me back town on the bed, slapped his big daddy cock on the chastity device and said "that cock is useless. I need more sluts like you." Rolled me over and in one push went balls deep in my hole. I let out a scream and he just started fucking like a mad man. It had been a while since I was fucked by a cock that large. He was pounding the hell out of me with his dirty boots and wranglers still on. He fucked for a good 45 minutes until I could tell he was getting close. I pushed back against him as hard as I could. "OH? You want this load dont you slut? You want it up inside you?" he asked. I didnt respond other than by pushing against him as hard as I could. He let out a grunt and pulled me tight. I though he was going to stab a hole through me. I felt his load squirting in me. I can only remember one other time that I could actually fell the load squirt. I have always been able to feel the cocks throbbing inside me but never the load squirt. But this time I did, and he held it inside me for what felt like forever. I could feel his legs shaking. He slowly pulled out, and when his head popped out I felt his load run all down my ass and balls. He used his cock to rub it round and slapped it on my worn out hole. He pulled up his dirty wranglers and said "Let me know when you are back in town. I wanna fuck you again. You were better than my wife, she cant take a pounding like that. Make sure you are locked up again when you come back." That shitty little country town was a lot of fun. I doubt most of them ever get a chance to have fun and let loose their nasty sides. Looking forward to going back soon.

Fuck it. It was late Saturday afternoon and I had just finished running some last-minute errands getting stuff to keep me hydrated for that evening's play session with a FFuckbud in Bushwick. I was a little behind schedule and felt rushed, sweating from the late summer humidity and sexual anticipation. It was a warm day and I was wearing a t-shirt with cut-off sleeves, shorts and sneakers. I took a deep breath to relax as I waited for the Über car to arrive. I stared at my phone screen: the app displayed the driver was a few minutes away. He was kinda hot from the thumbnail image of his profile. OINK! Buzz. My phone vibrated as the screen display got interrupted as a text came in. HIM: SORRY baby. Can't host tonight after all. Something came up. Have to cancel. Fuck it. I texted him back quickly. ME: Dang that sucks. HIM: I know!!! Was really looking forward 2 PNP and getting @ that pussy of urs. ME: K. Another time then. HIM: I'll make it up 2 u next time I CYU. ME: L8R. I was already cleaned out and just a little buzzed. I smoked a little bowl while getting ready earlier to get me in the mood. It was enough to get my manhole hungry. He is one of my regular fuckbuds. I hate it when they cancel as the last thing I want to do is go online and take a risk with someone new. I like playing with the few regular buds I have. We have great connection and they know how to make my insatiable hole feel great. And I give it back in return. Except not tonight apparently. I stared at my phone screen. Now what? I thought to myself. Should I contact another bud at this last minute? Go online and risk searching for someone new? That seemed desperate (well I was sorta...). FUCK IT. I cancelled the Über car. I shook my head cursing at myself. I had a bag of protein and energy drinks in one hand and my phone on the other. Beside me, I had a small overnight travel bag that had some of my favorite toys, various lube and grease, poppers, and my toiletry bag parTy kit. All that preparation for nothing. I looked around me at the storefronts on the block. I live in an area of north Brooklyn that is historically more African American. But that is rapidly changing as it gentrifies year by year as the a new influx of people move in (myself included), priced out of Manhattan and other areas of northwest Brooklyn. I see a barber shop across the street. Hmm...time for a cut, I think to myself. If I can't play, I may as well get a haircut. I usually go to my barber in the East Village but I sure wasn't going there tonight. It had been a few weeks since my last cut and I like to keep my hair short and buzzed fresh. I was overdue. I placed my phone in my shorts pocket, picked up the overnight bag and crossed the street. Some aashole hipster almost ran into me on a Ciibike, oblivious to jaywalkers ruling the street. I cursed at him as he sped by, not hearing me with his headphones on. I was still spitting at the air when I got in front of the barbershop. It was about to close, totally empty except for one lone barber. I entered. "Hey," I greeted him, walking in. "How's it going? Can you do one more today?" The barber looked me up and down quickly as he was putting some equipment away. "It's late." It almost sounded like a complaint. He looked at me appearing to size me up. The barber was in his mid to late 50's, a tall dark, black man with short, buzzed cut hair and a trim beard that had a light salt and pepper pattern. He was about 6'3" and I guessed around 225 lbs of solid man. He looked like a coach for a high school athletic team. He had a handsome face in a rugged way with an impressive squared-off jawline that was framed with a short beard. He was wearing a dark green, button-down short sleeve shirt that served him like a uniform and was snug on his upper body. The top two buttons were undone and I could see short bristles of salt and pepper hair lightly covering his chiseled chest. He was wearing dark blue sweatpants that were a little loose. I couldn't help but notice that he had impressively large feet in his black beat-up sneakers. I could read that he was in good shape for his age. "I just need a buzz cut." My hair was about a half-inch long, too long for my taste. "You can do me quick: in-and out." I smiled at him. "Cool?" He moved towards me then passed my side heading to the storefront windows. "I am just about to close," he announced as he shut off the air conditioner. His voice had a deep weight with an after-tone of a subtle bass. I liked how he sounded. He adjusted the old blinds at the windows, lowering them one by one as the narrow shop got darker. He looked me up and down again. I noticed some pause with his gaze. "I will do you," he said, locking the door and lowering the last shade on the inside of the door. The shop was darker now, cut off visibly from the outside. The small shop had old fluorescent light bars overhead in three parallel rows casting a greenish glow to the room. His dark skin took on another sheen with the absence of natural light from the outdoors. One length of the light on the farthest right ceiling row was flicking on and off, shorting itself randomly, casting stranger highlights on both of us that would materialize and then quickly disappear. "You're in luck, Boy," he finally smiled. I liked that he called me Boy. Was he flirting with me as he read me visually again (or so I thought)? Or was I just horny from my now defunct evening's anticipation? "You're my last customer." He walked into the shop towards one of the corners. "I'll take you." He washed his hands at a corner sink for shampooing customers. He dried them off thoroughly. Nice forearms, I thought; they were thick and solid. "Put your bags down by that last chair," he instructed in that deep tone, pointing to a beat-up leather barber chair. "Sit down." I walked towards the corner, setting the overnight bag down. I placed my plastic grocery bag on the linoleum-tiled floor. The contents fell out, imbalanced and tossed around. My drinks rolled around our feet. "You goin' to do some major exercise or somethin' tonight?" He peered at me and then the various drinks scattered on the floor. "Yeah," I laughed as I looked up at him. "You could say that," I paused. "...special exercises." I knelt down, gathering the various bottles and placing them carefully back in the bag. "They help keep me going." He was now standing beside me, near the counter, getting some of his barber tools out of several small cabinets. I couldn't help but stare at his crotch as it was just a few inches from my face. He turned slightly, opening another cabinet to get some clippers so he was in profile from my viewpoint. WHOA! Nice bulge! There was something definitely in those dark sweatpants. I couldn't stop looking at it, that inner buzz inside me from earlier triggered itself ON. "You done yet?" He looked down at me, a tight smile on his face. "Sit down on the chair and let's get this started." I got up and sat down on the barber chair. It was an old-skool shop; probably from the late 80's when the neighborhood was a lot rougher. I got myself comfortable on the chair which looked like an antique at this point. The leather was well worn on the seat and it crackled as I adjusted myself, straightening my back. There were mirrors all around us at each chair station. There were six chairs in the shop in total, three at each side, with just a little walk space in the center of the narrow shop. You could see your reflection from one side of the room to the other into infinity as the mirrors on each side of the shop reflected on itself. The mirrors were a bit faded, well past their time; some were cracked, including the one in front of us, a hairline fracture that ran diagonally from mid-center on the left side up to the right corner of the glass surface. If I turned slightly, my head appeared split and off-register. The cabinets surrounding the mirrors at each chair station were covered in black Formica, the edges a bit frayed. There was a scattering of photos all around each station displaying men's hairstyles from old to current trends. I looked across from me and observed his personal photos taped around the mirror. A few were with his wife (I presumed) from different eras. He maintained a great body regardless of the decade. I noticed the wife in older photos but only solos of him or with male friends as he got older. There was a photo of him without a shirt, I am guessing from the last decade, probably on some island vacation, showing off his chiseled chest. HOT! I could feel myself starting to sweat slightly. He grabbed a long sheet of white tissue paper from one of the frayed tiny cabinets in front of us flanking the large mirror. I watched our reflection as he proceeded to get ready, folding the tissue as he walked behind me. He wrapped the tissue around my neck and tucked it into my T-shirt collar. He did this quietly as he looked deep into my eyes in the mirror. I watched him in return, also silent. I sensed we were both assessing the situation and measuring each other. I couldn't quite get a read on him. He was making me nervous. He was making me horny. I looked at those forearms again. They were large and thick, a light tangle of dark hair blended with his skin tone. I saw some tattoos on his right arm that I hadn't noticed before. They were faded and old, the black ink almost blending with his dark skin tone. The designs gave away their age as they were soft and fuzzy, the edges blurred by time and unsaid experiences. He reached for a dark sheet that was folded at the edge of the chair arm. He snapped it in the air suddenly, startling me as it sounded louder than it probably was, my senses already heightened. He unfolded it and draped it over me. It was a thin polyester sheet and it created a second skin over my crotch and upper body. He fastened it around my neck methodically. His large hands then rested on my shoulders, brushing the sheet into place. His palms seemed to be wiping away the creases so that the draping of the sheet over my upper body was even and centered. His hands had a weight to them that felt solid and heavy. Impressive. Masculine. Sexy. His fingertips applied a little pressure to the front of my shoulders for a mere moment, a slight massage. I moaned. Fuck it-that felt good! His right hand lifted in the air and disappeared behind my head in the reflection as our eyes met again and traced each other. The palm of that hand now brushed the back of my neck and ran up and down the back of my head, feeling my hair lightly as if we was barely touching it, running up and down, up and down, slowly, gently, almost sensually. It was if he was studying my hair, its texture, softness, healthiness. But his touch seemed to graze over me longer than professionally expected, unmeasured seconds that bordered into inappropriate movements. I moaned a little more, almost embarrassed at my obviousness. "Whatcha want, Boy?" Finally he spoke. The tone was now almost gentle, but just a bit, a decipherable difference I caught in comparison to his not-so-friendly greeting when I had entered earlier. The deep voice seemed to echo for a few seconds in the small, empty shop. Outside the light was getting fainter as the sun had set quickly as the late afternoon stepped into the early summer evening. The broken fluorescent light bar behind us flickered like a signal as if it were announcing the passing of the day. "Just a buzz cut," I stammered in my reply. His large hand ran over the top of my head again, rapidly this time. "What you take? 1.5? 2?" He looked at me. "Huh?" I was puzzled. "What do you mean?" "Clippers. Razor guard size," he answered. "Oh. I think it's usually a 2." I inadvertently brought my hand up to the top of my head as If to measure my hair and our hands touched for a second. He looked at me in the mirror. "Then my regular barber goes more in detail with a 1.5." "Regular barber?" His tone was definitely easing. "Yeah. I go to this Ukrainian guy in the East Village. I had a date that cancelled and saw your shop was still open. So here I am." "A date huh?" He kind of sneered at that. "You don't look like you dressed for any date." Fuck it. What the hell. "Yeah...well it was more a hook-up," I confessed quickly. "He cancelled at the last minute. I was right across the street to meet him when he cancelled. Saw your shop was still open. Figured I would get a buzz here." "Well you came to the right spot," his hand brushed the back of my head again, now taking his time, slowly running his palm up and down, up and down. "You got nice hair, nice texture...very soft." I stared at our reflection in the cracked mirror. Behind us, the fluorescent light bar shorted out for a second or two. He stopped with my hair and walked over to the cabinets and got his clippers ready, plugging the cord in a socket by his right. He approached me and I stared at him, my eyes following him in the mirror as he positioned himself behind me. He flicked the clippers on and it came alive, resting on my head for a second before he started to push it along. The whir and buzz of the vibration seemed like a strange percussion in my ears. He started by running the clippers from the front of my head towards the back. The clippers vibrated in a gentle rhythm over my scalp. I was definitely hyper sensitive with the little toke on the glass pipe from earlier. Fuck it-that felt GOOD-as he raked my head methodically, row by row. It was like an electronic massage in parallel motions going over my scalp. Tiny threads of dark, black hair fell around me, scattering on the sheet on my upper abdomen and crotch, raining down as the clippers ran its path. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation privately. I took in the mechanical buzz and vibration and breathed in slowly. "You OK there, Boy?" He noticed. I opened my eyes slowly, staring at our reflection. My head was on one side of the reflection in the crack of the mirror, his on the upper half. He was almost smiling. "You OK?" He repeated, the voice had a hint of concern. "You looked like you went somewhere down the avenue or somethin'." "Uh yeah," I replied, a little embarrassed. "I just like clipper cuts. It feels good," I admitted. "OK, Boy," he laughed and winked at my reflection. He continued with the clippers, buzzing around the rest of the top of my scalp, then the back and sides. He walked around me, shifting from my right side then to the left, getting in the correct position, gently pushing my head down or to the side to get a better angle. Short, trimmed hair continued to rain around me. I watched him intently in the mirror. His arms flexed as he moved the clippers around my head. The cuffed edge of his short-sleeves were tight around his biceps. I observed his hand, large with thick, long fingers, holding tight on the clippers gliding it around my head. He sure was getting sexier by the minute. "What kinda hook-up you had goin' tonight?" He didn't look at me as he continued to push the clippers around my right ear, carefully and slowly sculpting at the hair edge, repositioning himself to my right side, his large body getting closer to the chair arm, closer to me. I turned my head slightly to him but he quickly pushed my head face-forward with a gentle but in-control force as he continued sculpting the edge around the back of my ear. "What kinda hook-up is it that you got all those energy drinks?" He sneered a little now but continued to put his attention on my hairline. "And what's with the overnight bag, Boy?" Fuck it. Go for it, I told myself. I was already a little buzzed and so horned up. "Well," I looked at his reflection, waiting for his eyes to meet mine, trying to get more of a read on him. "If you really want to know...we were going to parTy and get all crazy and shit." "Watcha talkin' 'bout?" His eyes suddenly looked in the mirror, curious. "You know: parTy?" I emphasized the last syllable. He moved the clippers away from my head, staring at me more seriously in the mirror. "I like a little Tina. Gets me all wild and super horny." He smiled at me and resumed clipping around the right side of my head. "That bitch Tina?!?" He laughed. "She sure is a good time." He smiled wider and continued to carefully trim around my ear and side. "Haven't fucked with that biTch in ages." "So you parTy too?" He got my attention. I shifted slightly in my chair. "Oh yeah, Boy." He looked at me proudly in the mirror, then placed his attention back to cutting my hair. "Yeah, after my wife passed over ten years ago, I got a little crazy for a minute...if you know what I'm sayin'. Few bitches here and there. Some wild ones too! Those are the ones I partied with. GOOD TIMES!" He smiled at that memory and continued with the clippers. "Whatcha get into? You a bottom, Boy?" He stopped for a second, looking at me, waiting for my reply. I nodded as he held the clippers away from my head. "Yeah. I thought so." He stepped away from me, careful to not get tangled with the cord of the clippers, and walked towards another cabinet and adjusted the blade guard. His body was turned just slightly, most of his back facing me. When he was done, he walked behind me, then towards my left side. He brought the clippers back to my head to go in for a finer trim detail. He cranked the lever on the side of the chair as it jerked up a few inches, raising me. My left elbow was now at the same level as his crotch. His body was much closer now. I could feel his body heat. He carefully continued with the clippers, inching his body closer and closer now that my elbow was rubbing against the jersey material of his sweatpants. WHOA! SHIT! He was fucking hard as a rock! He continued with the cut, shifting his body left to right just slightly, back and forth, rubbing his crotch on my elbow. I pushed my left arm towards him, playing his game, adding pressure to his crotch that was now pressing against me. "Ohhhhh...Boy. That do feel good." He stopped cutting my hair for a moment, pressing harder on my arm, his head cocked back, eyes closed. I stared at our reflection. Then suddenly he opened his eyes. "You got any of that biTch in your bag there, Boy?" His eyes spoke of experience and knowledge. I could read that we had something in common... HUNGER. I nodded in the reflection. "Let's invite that biTch to this party then, Boy." He stepped away from me a half step, holding the clippers down at his side. It was still buzzing. From the mirror I saw an impressive silhouette of a bulge growing in his sweatpants. It was huge and thick, stretching the jersey material obscenely. "Boy, I haven't let loose since I don't know when. Haven't made it with a guy in ages either. But you sure are cute. And I sure am horny. I told you you came to the right spot." He paused and gave me a serious glare in the mirror. "Open your bag." The light flickered behind us again. In the mirror my hair was half-done: one side short and buzzed, the other unfinished. I looked a little crazy with this insane half-done buzz cut. I also looked really horny. A bead of sweat trickled down the left side of my forehead. I slowly stood up from the chair, countless hairs trimmed at the same tiny lengths, like black needle tips, littering around us on the floor. I walked over to my overnight bag, bent down and pulled on the zipper. He turned off the clippers, walked around the chair, and set it on the cabinet counter. I dug through the contents, looking for the small toiletry bag that had my parTy supplies. He sat down on the chair I had been on, the leather cracking under his weight and mass as he spread his legs. I stood up with the toiletry bag, placed it on the counter beside the clippers and unzipped it. He watched me silently. I prepared the glass pipe with a good size shard of crystal and carefully heated it, careful to keep the flame at the right distance, rocking the bowl side to side. He started slowly massaging his crotch then leaned forward, motioning for me to step closer. I continued to slowly melt the Tina as he leaned in even closer, both arms about to surround me. His hands disappeared behind my back and unfastened the sheet over my upper body. The sheet fell silently, my trimmed hair scattering into a random, frenzied pattern on the linoleum floor. "Take a big drag, Boy." He instructed. "And I mean a BIG HIT." I did as I was told. I kept the flame under the bowl another second as that lovely light grey cloud formed in the glass bubble. I shook the torch off and he reached for it as I took a long, deep BIG breath as he had instructed, taking as much smoke as my lungs would allow. "Good Boy," he grabbed the pipe. "Hold it in as long as you can. Now take off that shirt. Let me see your body." I lifted my arms and pulled the tank top off and threw it carelessly on the floor. Little bits of trimmed hair fell on and around us. "Nice tits, Boy. You keep in shape." He lit the pipe a few times for himself like I had done earlier, then set the torch to his side. He motioned for me to keep my breath and to not exhale. The magical smoke appeared in the pipe and he took equally, if not more, of a big hit than I had just done. We both held our breaths. He reached over slowly and with his free hand squeezed my right nipple, surprising me. He squeezed it hard. Finally, I exhaled; I couldn't help myself. A huge cloud came out of me, floating slowly over us, temporarily obscuring him from my vision as if he was lost in a miniature chemical fog. And then his face slowly appeared as the smoke dissipated, floating towards the fluorescent lighting, the small clouds taking on another palette. He grabbed me and leaned in closer, our mouths met, his swallowing mine, surprising me. His large and heavy tongue pushed and parted my lips gently at first, then with force, getting my mouth open and wide as he exhaled a huge amount of smoke. I greedily sucked it in. His eyes stared at me. He was different now. This wasn't the barber anymore. This was a Man. And he was hungry with that all too familiar look in his eyes that indicates the biTch was here. His tongue darted rapidly into my mouth, fishing for mine. There was now an electric energy in him that wasn't there before. His tongue gave it away if his eyes hadn't already hinted of it. The tongue danced violently in my mouth as if it were seeking its last breath. I gave it back earnestly and kissed him deeply, sucking in his tongue, adding pressure so hard that our mouths locked into a vacuum. We were both with the biTch now. I flicked my tongue back at him harder and he relented, his mouth first, then his body relaxing. I exhaled back to him. He sucked it in deep then looked at me intently, the madness gone, now only a soft gaze in his eye. His tongue gently coaxed mine and I pulled away slightly, licking his thick, dark lips. He exhaled and a thick cloud surrounded our heads. I took control now. I pushed him gently back on the chair as he reclined at an angle. He is quite tall; his legs were spread wide on the floor despite the chair being higher than normal. I grabbed the pipe and lighter from him and lit it again, inhaling deep as he watched me intently. He grabbed the pipe and torch from me and did the same. I held my breath as long as I could watching him before I exhaled. He held his breath longer before exhaling, our combined clouds fading in the ceiling. We repeated this a few more times, getting more higher. I grabbed the pipe and torch from him and placed them on the counter. I pushed against the foot pedal on the base of the chair, flipping it downwards and stepped onto its flat edge leaning into him. He sat back comfortably, very buzzed, observing me, his arms spread open and resting on his side. I leaned forward and slowly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and pulled it apart. Nice chest. He was still in great shape. The hint of salt and pepper hair that I saw earlier was now all visible. It was light on the upper chest, then thicker near his pecs, visually defining the lower curves of his pectorals. The hair was short and bristly and then it got less dense as it disappeared into his groin. I ran my left hand over his chest, feeling the texture of his body hair, the firmness of his muscles and a slight sweat that was building, coating his dark skin. I reached forward with my body, my abdomen rubbing against his crotch, hard and throbbing, as I leaned in closer and took his right nipple into my mouth. I bit it hard with my front teeth and held my grip. Then I gently flicked my tongue left to right on the tip of his nipple, brushing it lightly with saliva, teasing him. "MUTHAFUCKER!!!" He groaned, sliding up the chair slightly. I looked up at him while biting hard and soft, my tongue moving rapidly. He stared back at me and his body shifted up the chair even more as I felt his hard cock rub against my abdomen. I pulled away and shifted back down, in between his legs, looking up at his crotch and upper body. His massive cock was throbbing under the jersey material of his sweatpants. I positioned my right hand under his left thigh and squeezed tight, pulling the cotton against his leg. His bulge looked massive now, outlined by the tightened jersey material. It pulsed with excitement. I kept rearranging my grip and pull on the material, admiring the view. I lifted my left hand and slowly started feeling his shaft. "You one of those NASTY bitches!" He proclaimed. He was breathing heavy and rapid now, clearly turned on, clearly starting to buzz. I squeezed harder on the bulge. Fuck! It was huge! Thick as a beer can - my favorite! It looked long too - maybe 9"-10". I kept stroking it through the cotton, re-arranging its position on his thigh, checking it out, getting myself turned on with what was in front of me. He pushed my hand away suddenly and I leaned back. He took control and started rubbing himself, gripping the thick base with his left hand. "You like that, Boy?" He smirked at me. There was something nasty about how he said that. I nodded, gripping and squeezing my own dick inside my shorts. He squeezed his cock some more and we exchanged glances of silent anticipation. He was showing off to me and I was a willing audience. He kept grabbing his thick tool, moving it from one side of his thigh, an inch or two down his leg, then the other way, then back, constantly shifting. It looked obscene like some monster about to be unleashed. "You like what you see, Boy?" I nodded, grabbing his tool. I squeezed it hard, loving the weight and mass of it in my hand. I brought my hand to the base of his cock then traced it along the cotton material, rubbing it slowly up and down the shaft which only made him moan some more. My hand encircled the head and I squeezed gently at first, then with a tighter grip, then back to a soft touch. He squirmed on the leather chair as it crackled from underneath him. Then suddenly I grabbed the shaft again and shook it hard as it flopped through the sweatpants material. His hands appeared from the side as he lifted his ass off the chair slightly. Then he suddenly pulled his sweatpants down, thrusting them as far down his legs as it would go. He was wearing thin boxers with a vertical stripe pattern and the left leg sleeve was getting soaked from his excitement. His tool looked even larger now. I pushed back a little to admire the changed view. I grabbed his tool again and the thin cotton was barely covering his shaft. I positioned his cock slightly so it was running down his thigh, the head just visible now underneath the edge of his boxers. I pulled back on the cotton material exposing the head further. Now it was my turn to to moan. Wow. It was a beautiful cock head : round and bulbous and dark. He was uncut. The head was covered with foreskin which was pulled back slightly. Precum was leaking out of his urethra. I slid my finger alongside the slit and placed it in my mouth, licking it while looking at him. It had a slight salty taste. "Oh yeah man," I moaned, finally answering him. "I love it." "Pull off my sweats and boxers," he commanded firmly. I leaned back slightly and yanked them off quickly rolling them through his legs and feet. I kept his sneakers on and tossed the clothing to one side of the floor. His legs looked massive, long and muscular with impressive thighs. There was strength to his legs that I liked. I squeezed his thighs hard several times and then let go. His balls were large and round and pushed the base of his thick tool which was now very hard and swerved to the side by his left hip. I leaned in closer and took in his scent from in between his legs. He smelled of sweat, his own musk and some old-fashioned scent that reminded me I was in a barber shop. I leaned in closer and spit on his balls. His cock shifted. I leaned in more and ran my tongue from the bottom to the top. I repeated this from the left side, then the right, then back to the center, each time depositing more saliva that his testicles were now glistening, the highlights in a faint green cast from the fluorescent lighting. My mouth opened wider and I engulfed as much of his balls that I could fit into my mouth. And then I applied pressure with my lips creating a seal as I applied suction to the testicles inside my mouth. I ran my tongue rapidly over his balls, side to side, up and down, with pressure, without, all at random, driving him crazy. I loved how his balls tasted, a little salty from his sweat, a little pungent in general, and a lot masculine. His cock kept shifting. I released his balls and leaned back for a moment while my left hand cupped his testicles, spreading my saliva gently around his balls. His cock shifted again as if silently wanting attention. I leaned forward once more, grabbed the shaft of his tool and brought my lips to his cock head. I curled the tip of my tongue and flicked it around the rim of his foreskin, just getting a little bit of the tip under the rubbery skin as I pushed it back with my tongue. He squirmed a bit on the chair. I continued around the head, taking my time. It tasted musky and slightly strong, carrying that day with it. I was too high to really care. And then I pulled back with my mouth and rolled the flat top section of my tongue along his cock head, tracing it along the line of his urethra, coating it with my saliva. His ass shifted. And then suddenly I took his whole head in my mouth, the thick massive bulb, coating it with more saliva, sucking on it now with pressure, my tongue dancing inside the hood to the rapid rhythm of my heart beating. "MUTHAFUKKKKKAAA!!!" He yelled, his hands now grabbing tight on the chrome edges of the chair arms. Beads of sweat fell from my face mixing with my saliva on his tool, adding more of my own lubrication. I took a deep breath and my mouth opened wider. I applied more suction as I inched forward-slowly, very slowly-on his very hard shaft. I looked at him monitoring his reaction. His eyes were closed, head cocked back, groaning to himself. "Mutha...fukkaa...Mutha...fukkkaaa..." He was sweating even more than me. I inhaled through my nose again and leaned in another inch, my tongue washing the underside of his shaft. I kept watching him as I took my time, savoring the weight and mass of his tool inside my mouth, enjoying that I was providing him this pleasure. I love how a big cock feels when it fills my mouth, my throat. He was getting harder from excitement as he continued to squirm on the chair. I breathed in again through my nose and now dove in, eyes closed, visualizing my actions inside my mind, taking several inches, then pulling back a bit, then diving back in, then out. In. Out. In. Out. I allowed his stiff tool to fuck my hungry mouth and then very suddenly I dove right in, sucking that thick head into my throat. "MUTHAFUKKKIN' BITCH!" He yelled, almost startling me. More sweat was now pouring down my face. I opened my mouth even more, inhaled again, a big, deep breath through what I could take through my mouth and more oxygen through my nose. I relaxed my muscles more as I let his tool sink further inside my throat, meanwhile applying slight random pressure, massaging his shaft. I kept this going slowly, taking my time, breathing in more air through my nose, wanting it, taking it. He just continued to squirm. Finally I had most of his thick cock inside me, the bristles of his public hair now tickling my nose. I looked up at him. His eyes were still closed, head to one side, mumbling to himself. I stayed like that for awhile, just enjoying the volume and weight on his tool in my mouth and throat. I would pull back occasionally, but just a micro inch, and then sink in, fucking the shaft with my mouth. And then I would rest again at the base, contracting my throat muscles, massaging him, resting in that position, savoring the mass inside me. I started to pull back and sink in again, but building my pace; slowly at first, then more rapidly, up and down, up and down. He was really squirming now and I started to apply more pressure and sucking at the same time. Faster. Faster. FASTER! "MUTHAFUKKKAAA!!!" He yanked me off violently, pulling my head with such speed and force away from his shaft that my mouth made a loud plopping sound as I breathed air again. His tool shined with a coating of my saliva. Pre-cum leaked out of his cock head. I leaned in to catch it with my tongue. But he pushed me away. "FUCK BOY!" He pulled back on the chair now, straightening his upper body slightly, his hands falling back on the arm rests. "You sure know how to suck dick! FUCK! I just don't want to cum so fast! That biTch got me goin' and horny! And if your suckin' dick that good I can only tell what the rest of the evening will bring!" He laughed at that. I licked my lips and then wiped the excess saliva around my mouth and chin with my right hand. I stared at him greedily. "You look kinda crazy with that half-done haircut!" He laughed again, now lifting himself from the chair. "Get up, Boy. Take off those shorts and you get that ass back on this chair." He got up around me, his big, slick dick bouncing around. I stood up beside the chair and stepped out of my shorts, kicking off my sneakers. I had a black and red jock on. He whistled at me when he saw that. "WOO! That sure look good on you! Turn around." I did as I was told, giving him a show of my ass, framed by the black jock straps. "Nice!" He felt my ass. "We gonna have some fun with that later. Now get on that chair!" I got on and he placed the polyester sheet on my upper body again and clipped it behind my neck. He grabbed his clippers from the counter. He still had his shirt on, unbuttoned and hanging loose, and nothing else but his sneakers. It looked almost comical with his swinging hard-on but it actually was kinda hot. I was slouching down on the chair a bit. My legs were spread wide. I couldn't help it. I was horny, that buzz just starting to set... "Ok straighten up, let's finish this cut." He walked behind me as I slid up the chair. As I did, the sheet exposed my crotch. I was getting turned on from the whole scenario. The clippers came to my head and he proceeded to finish the cut. The vibration of the clippers was working its magic on me again. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the mechanical rhythm on my scalp. I started to get hard despite the T. "You sure like this, huh?" He snickered behind me. I opened my eyes, looking at him in the mirror. He was intensely focused, being very particular with his methods. After a few minutes he was done and placed the clippers aside back at the counter. He shifted to the other side of the counter and selected a shaving blade sitting in a clear glass jar of sanitizing liquid. He retrieved the blade and dried it with a towel nearby. To his left was a small device that he pressed. Heated shaving cream oozed out if it on his palm. He then walked behind me and applied the warm cream on the back of my neck. He massaged the heated cream slowly, gently, spreading it around the bottom trimmed edge of my hairline on the back of my head. The heat of the warm cream added to the heat now forming in the small shop. A tiny bead of sweat ran down the left side of my face. I moaned again. My breathing was getting more rapid. I watched him from the reflection of the other mirror behind us reflecting on the cracked mirror in front of me. I was nervous and yet excited at the same time. My cock twitched in my tight jock. He held his blade impressively steady and very carefully brought the sharp instrument to the back of my head. I stayed still and tried to concentrate on my breathing, to relax and not move an inch. The sharp edge of the blade made contact with my skin and I felt as if someone had shocked me with a hit of electricity. My senses were so heightened. The edge of the blade felt as if it were sinking into my moistened skin, my sweat and the heated shaving cream mixed into some new lubricant for the sharp blade to glide over me. He applied a tiny bit of pressure that was so faint I shouldn't have felt it. But I did as I flinched as the blade shifted slowly along the bottom of the hairline. And then with a very sudden gesture that was a mix of speed and unmeasured pressure, his hand pushed quickly as the blade separated from my skin. I exhaled as the fluorescent light behind us flickered again. Before I could relax, the blade returned, the coldness of the sharp metal shocking me again. I inhaled and caught that I was holding my breath. He applied that subtle pressure and slight movement and shaved another fraction of an inch or so of my hairline to a fine, crisp edge. I exhaled again and he repeated this over and over until he was done. It was only a few minutes but that biTch made it seem more like an eternity. And yet I was loving it. There was something about the super sharp blade that he controlled that turned me on. He wiped what was left of the shaving cream away with a small towel, still standing behind me. I looked at him in the mirror and it was a little obscene: him standing there with a hard-on, the foreskin pulled back revealing his dark tool and holding a blade in one hand. "Slide down that chair a little bit, Boy," he instructed. "Get that ass just hanging off the edge a bit." I did as I was told. He walked over back to the counter. He dropped the used blade back in the sanitizing jar. He turned around looking at me. "You seemed to like that, huh?" I nodded in silence. "Ok-well that was just for starters." He pressed on the small machine on the counter again as more heated cream oozed out of the tiny nozzle. "Now pull up those legs and hold them. Hold them STILL-you hear? I'm gonna shave that hair around your hole." I was already flying at this point. I liked where this was going so I obliged and pulled my legs up, holding it steady on the back of my thighs. My asshole was in clear view. "Muthafukka..." He paused, eyes staring at my hole. I was already buzzed from the bowl we smoked together and the earlier hit I had done just before leaving my apartment. My hole was clearly showing this. I contracted and relaxed my hole, showing off to him. "HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT!!! Whatcha got there, Boy?" He stepped closer. "Fuck. For a second there I thought I was lookin’ at pussy." A thick finger touched my asslips, sliding around it gently. "That is one beautiful hole you got there." He approached me and bent down for a second, taking a closer view. "Muthatfukka. That sure is pretty." He stood up straight and looked around to his side. He found a small stool and grabbed it with his free hand, positioning it to my left side. He then walked back to the counter and pulled another drawer open retrieving a small hand mirror. "Here-grab this," he instructed. "I want you to see what I'm doing. This is special service. I don't provide this to many customers." He winked at me, laughing a little. I held it with one hand and adjusted it. It was a double-sided mirror: normal reflection on one side, close-up view on the other. He fidgeted around the counter then retrieved a fresh, new blade from the jar. He pressed on the machine again as it shot out more heated shaving cream. He sat on the stool next to me, adjusting himself. His legs were spread open and his thick shaft, now semi-hard hung over the edge. If I had another free hand I would have taken a picture. He looked so hot and strangely odd and menacing at the same time with his open shirt, the blade in one hand, the wad of white cream on the other hand, and his big, uncut dick just hanging there. "Hold that mirror just right now so you can see..." His one hand moved closer and spread the warm shaving cream on my manpussy. He spread it liberally, all around my hole and around my asscheeks. Everything felt ultra-sensitive on my skin around my hole. The warmth of the cream almost felt burning at first, as it was a shocking sensation. But the burn faded quickly to a warm glow. I looked in the hand mirror admiring the view. I twisted my hand slightly and switched to the close-up view. My hole was pulsing from the heat like some strange organism surrounded by white foam. "Beautiful," he was admiring the view. He inched in closer. From the hand mirror I saw the blade-now mega size in the enhanced reflection-approaching my pulsing manpussy. The sharp blade looked menacing and I held my breath as my hole instinctively contracted, the pussy lips folding in on itself. "Fuckin' beautiful," he repeated. The blade came closer to the edge of my hole and made contact with my skin. With his left hand he held my ass, pulling it wide as his right hand carefully glided the sharp blade, scraping with a slight pressure away from my asslips. I watched nervously from the mirror. The fluorescent light behind us flickered again, this time with a slight scraping noise that lasted a second. He held the blade at a slight angle as it glided on my skin. The blade pushed the heated cream aside, exposing a smooth, shaved area near my hole. The moistness of the cream and my sweating made my skin seem to glow with a slight light green tint from the fluorescent lighting. He repositioned the blade just another inch above where he had started and repeated the procedure. And again and again. Each time, I flinched as the sharp blade made contact with my sensitive skin. It was a combination of nervousness and anticipation. I stared at the reflection and admired the view. I contracted my hole, winking at him. "You like that, huh?" He asked. I nodded again, silently. He stood up and grabbed the stool and moved over to my right side of the chair. He set the stool down near me and squatted into position. I admired the view of his impressive cock just hanging out, the hood of his foreskin pulled back a bit more, exposing that impressive bulb. He pulled the right side of my ass as the blade approached. I twisted my hand a little bit to get a better view with the hand mirror. As the mirror turned, I caught a momentary glance at my face in the reflection. I was covered in sweat and didn't even realize it. I adjusted my hold until I had a close-up view of my hole. The blade made contact, the sharp edge startling me again. He pulled carefully, gliding it away from my asslips, shaving the short hairs around my hole. I was exhaling and breathing more rapidly. "Hold STILL-you hear?" he demanded in an authoritative voice. I took control of my breathing, trying not to move. The blade came across further up my hole then glided along the smooth surface of my skin, pushing the shaving cream aside. In a few eternal minutes he was done. "Look at that fuckin' pretty hole," he announced. He grabbed a small towel near him and wiped gently around my manhole, removing any leftover shaving cream that was visible. My asslips were all flared and enlarged, pulsing from excitement and anticipation. I was still holding the small mirror. And then the blade approached again, coming into view in the enlarged oval reflection. He had the blade turned upside down, so the curved, unsharpened edge was pointing towards my hole. It came into contact with my moist asslips, the curved flat edge tracing along the soft folds of the skin, slowly up and down, up and down. I gasped a little, not sure what to expect from him. "I can tell this pussy is special," he said. "Don't see this too often." The blade continued its path along my hole. He pulled it away a few inches, tilted the tip of the unsharpened side and pushed it carefully in the crack of my hole. In the mirror I could see the curved edge of the blade enter my hole a micro-inch. I breathed in nervously. "Don't worry, Boy. I ain't gonna hurt you. Last thing I wanna do is hurt that pussy." He pulled the blade away slowly. "Well at least not with this tool." He pushed back on the stool, wiped around my ass again so it was clean and smooth. He stood up. "Take a look," he insisted. I turned the small hand mirror again for the normal view. Shit. My hole did look pretty. It was still pulsing. He grabbed the small mirror from me and walked back to the counter placing it down along with the blade. He wiped his hands with the towel and threw it aside. His dick was starting to throb. He turned looking at me, that thick tool pointing up and twitching. "Watcha want, Boy?" He stared at me greedily. I was still holding my legs up and apart. I moved my hands to my manpussy, feeling the smooth, hairless skin around it, rubbing myself gently. I looked at him with a new hunger, checking him out, staring at that big uncut dick. My fingers found my hole and ran up and down on my asslips. My hole felt warm and moist, as if it was sweating from the heat of the room and the heat building inside of me. "Fuck it," I begged, pulling my asslips apart wider.

Before we knew his name, we called him Neighbor Boy. Brian saw him first. On a gorgeous Saturday in May, I walked into the kitchen to see my husband jacking his fat dick while sneaking glances out the window. When he heard me approach, he flashed a piggish grin and motioned me over. That’s when I caught my first glimpse of Neighbor Boy. He was shirtless, maybe 18 or 19, and hauling boxes into his family’s new home. His face, square-jawed and intense, was still boyish in a lot of ways, but you could easily see the drop-dead-handsome man he was becoming. And to make things even hotter, he was obviously packing a man-size piece of meat, judging from the package bouncing between his legs. As sweat ran down the ridges of his abs, his shorts began to slip past the beltline, exposing just a bit of what appeared to be a bubble-perfect jockbutt. My eyes followed the dark line of sweat forming between his asscheeks; I wanted to bury my face in the fresh boy-musk around his crotch, his pits, his fuckhole. Brian turned to me with an evil grin. “That boy is ours,” he said, still furiously jacking his cock. Then, with a grunt, he sprayed three powerful volleys of thick, unmedicated poz cum across the kitchen sink. * * * Brian and I have been together for 10 years. I’m 35; he’s 40. People tease us about looking like twins, and I can see why: we both have dark brown hair, beards, and hairy chests. We also have cocks that are roughly the same size, about 8.5” by 6.5”. And when our big dicks spring out of our jockstraps at the same time, we can usually turn a run-of-the-mill bottomboy into a trashy, knocked-up dickpig in no time at all. It wasn’t always that way. Back when we met, Brian was a top. I was vers, but I wouldn’t let him fuck me raw. My reasoning was simple: I was neg, he was poz. And then one night, he invited me to his house for a homemade dinner. It was my birthday, and he’d hinted at some kind of surprise. I had no idea what was in store: halfway through my first cocktail, I started to slur my speech. I remember asking him what was going on, but Brian just stood there, grinning like a demon and rubbing his cock through his jeans as I slipped into unconsciousness. When I woke up, I found myself suspended in midair, my body swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm. In my drugged-up stupor, it took me a few minutes to realize that I was directly underneath a large mirror on the ceiling. Very slowly, I managed to process the image I saw in the mirror: for some reason I was naked, with my legs splayed wide and arms tied back. I’d heard of slings, but I’d never been in one. And just then, it dawned on me that my body was swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm because a total stranger was pounding my hole. That’s when I heard Brian’s voice cut through the noise in that dark, crowded, sweat-stenched room: “The second booty bump definitely woke him up,” he said. Right about then, the guy fucking me started to convulse, and everyone in the room shouted encouragement as he thrust in and out of my hole frenetically. Next I heard a loud round of clapping and grunting from the crowd, followed by an odd sensation of warmth and wetness when that cock pulled out of me. My hole released the stranger's mushroom head with a subtle *pop*, and then I suddenly felt an emptiness in my ass, as if my knocked-up cunt somehow wasn’t complete anymore without a raw dick lodged deep inside. But the emptiness didn’t last. Within a matter of seconds, I felt the familiar contours of Brian’s cock inside me. “Hey, baby,” he said, his big dick making an unfamiliar sloshing sound as he fucked away. “That was load number four, and you've just begun. It’s your birthday, remember? My gift is to get you fuckin’ pregnant. You want another poz load?” I stared at him, uncomprehending. Then my eyes grew wide as I realized what all this meant. “No,” I said. “Fuck no. I don’t want to be sick. You know that. What the fuck are you doing?” “Oh, please—you have no idea what you want,” he replied. “From the moment we met, I saw right through you. You’re just another clean-cut, handsome boy waiting for somebody to give you permission to be a cumpig. I mean, just look at your dick right now—it’s harder than I’ve ever seen it.” I glanced down at my cock, and I could see it dripping beads of precum onto my abs. Meanwhile, Brian kept pounding me. “Your dick seems to be a few steps ahead of your brain at the moment, because your dick knows what you need,” he said. “And what you need, little piggy, is an ass full of fresh poz loads. Don’t worry—your brain will catch up to your cock before the night’s through. Until then, we’ll just gangrape you full of poz seed, OK?" "FUCK YOU." "Sorry, bud, but I'm pretty sure it's the other way around. You're the one getting fucked tonight, remember? You're getting fucked and bred and, if you're really lucky, maybe even pozzed. So...are you ready to beg for another dirty load, boy?” “Fuck no, Brian. I don’t want this. Fucking stop, OK? STOP.” He didn’t stop. Instead, he nodded to someone behind me, and I was quickly muzzled and blindfolded. Brian stopped thrusting for a moment, lodging his cock deep in my hole, and ordered me to stay perfectly still unless I wanted to get hurt. In the stillness that followed, someone wrapped a tourniquet around my bicep. I felt a pinch in my arm, and the tourniquet came loose. Almost immediately, I gasped as a wave of dark energy rushed to my chest, my lungs, my cock, my ass. I coughed violently, and I struggled to catch my breath while the dark wave kept crashing through my nervous system. And just as Brian predicted, that's when my brain finally caught up with my cock. I was in heat. I loved the feeling of Brian's raw dick pounding me full of toxic seed. And by the end of the night, I would whimper and moan anytime my hole wasn’t stretched around a charged-up cock. I'd been transformed from a neg condom queen to a bareback slampig in a matter of hours. In the years since, Brian and I have developed a knack for initiating young men into the world of chemsex, feeding drugs to unsuspecting boys before knocking them up. The hottest of all, I think, was the seduction of Brian’s college-age nephew. And it didn’t happen on just any night, either, but on the night of our wedding. This kid was a hot little faggot with a naturally hungry butt. He was deeply closeted, but Brian and I saw right through him in a second. So after flirting with him on the dancefloor, then feeding him our dicks in a restroom stall, we took him back to the honeymoon suite, smoked him out with the glass pipe, and slathered Tina-laced lube all over his fratboy fuckhole. Within 15 minutes, he was taking a seat on my raw cock and bouncing on it like a natural-born bitch. Eight hours (and two giant slams) later, Brian’s fratboy nephew was a confirmed chemwhore, proudly spreading his wrecked fuckhole while it oozed loads from 11 strangers. Even then, he was still shoving fingers hungrily into his cunt, pleading for another slam of Tina in his arm. Instead, we dropped him off at our dealer’s house with instructions to push every boundary possible until this boy was corrupted through and through. Our dealer didn’t disappoint, and within a month or two our fratboy nephew was a slampig escort with a real talent for getting double-fisted. We couldn’t be prouder. * * * The day after we saw Neighbor Boy for the first time, we introduced ourselves to his parents. Over the course of a 30-minute conversation that included far too many details about the sister we didn’t care to meet, we found out exactly what we needed to know: Neighbor Boy’s name was Dalton, and he was finishing up his senior year at McKinley High. He’d just turned 18. He had a steady girlfriend named Melissa, and he’d landed a scholarship to be a kicker for one of the state university football teams. “Oh, and one more thing,” Dalton’s father said to us. “We’ll be chaperoning our daughter’s class trip to Washington, D.C. at the beginning of June. Dalton is perfectly capable of running the house by himself for a week, but could you just make sure he doesn’t throw any giant keggers? We’d really appreciate it.” We nodded eagerly, because we’d found our window of opportunity. As the conversation wrapped up, we slipped our hands in our pockets, attempting to hide the bulges from our rapidly hardening cocks. * * * When Brian and I returned home, we closed the door and fell into a deep, sloppy kiss. We would do whatever necessary to fill all of Dalton’s holes with chems. And if we had our way, he’d be going to college in the fall with poz blood flowing through his veins. “I wonder if Jesse knows Dalton,” Scott said. “That could be hot.” I nodded and grabbed my phone. “Let’s give him a ring.” We love Jesse because he’s an evil pig. But we love him even more because he’s an evil pig who happens to look like a blond, buff Mormon. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s hung like a lumberjack. Like Dalton, he’s a senior at McKinley, and we’d initiated him about six months earlier after chatting him up on a bareback fetish site. We pozzed him on the day after his 18th birthday. He was already entertaining some very dark fantasies by the time we found him—apparently he’d been watching bareback porn and trolling fetish chatrooms for years. But unlike most of the naïve little faggots we corrupt with chems and impregnate with toxic seed, Jesse was eager to get slammed into the stratosphere, and he required no encouragement to spread his muscled boybutt for our poz dicks. And now, in the months since his seroconversion, he’s been helping us lure boys to the world of chem-fueled bareback fucking. Jesse answered my call right away. Yes, he said, he was pretty good friends with Dalton, who was basically the hottest guy in the entire fucking school. We asked if Jesse was planning to hang out with Dalton anytime soon. Yes, he replied: he’d be at Dalton’s pool party the following weekend. “You guys should come, because a lot of the parents will be there,” he said. “I’ll tell Dalton to invite you. And I'll tell you something else: everybody at school would swear he’s straight, but I just don’t know. I get a weird vibe from him. Maybe not a gay vibe, but like a curious vibe.” “So you’re saying there might be a faggot buried deep inside that boy?” I asked. “Just a hunch,” Jesse replied. “Well, in that case,” said Scott, “it’s time for us to get deep inside Dalton and find out.” MORE SOON...

It is truly unfortunate how perfection-based the gay community seems to be. I realize that to some extent it is human nature to want to be with someone who meets our, and society's idea of normality. But it is sad and maddening that even if a person would be considered a "10" if he didn't have a disability, he is usually automaticly written off as unwanted. Those of us with disabilities, are still human. We are male. We are gay. We are human, males who are gay. Therefore, we are still sexual beings. We want to give and receive sexual pleasure. For some disabilities, modifications may have to take place for things to work properly. But for many of us, everything works quite well for sexual activity. And, for you younger guys, if you continue living, you will be old one day. You will want respect from younger guys if you contact them. So, give that same respect to older guys today. If you aren't interested, be nice about it. But, older guys are experienced, so you could learn something from them. My rant is done. Thanks for reading.

Hi guys. Hope you enjoy. I have written a couple stories a while back but by no means a professional writer. I welcome any feedback or ideas in regards to where you might want this story to go. The story itself is a mixture of fantast and personal life. Thanks! How I started cheating….and now I can’t stop…. It all started a couple years ago. I never thought I would be one to cheat, but it all happened so fast and once I took the first step it all spiraled out of control. But I am getting ahead of myself. I am Latino, 5' 11", 175 pounds, with full facial hair. I'm 35 years old, but look 28; I work out five days a week and take supplements. Some have described me as a muscle cub; whatever, I'd say I’m pretty cute. I have been married for 10 years now, since the age of 25. We met right after college, as we joke whenever anyone asks. “It’s a one night stand that never ended.” Which, to some extent, accurately describes our relationship. We met through Adam4adam and got together just to fuck and, as we hit it off, I added him to the list of tops I would hit up when I was horny and he would consistently get back to me. Shortly after we moved in together and have been together ever since. After years of being a slut and fucking around it was hard to stick to one person, but I was willing to give it a try. During this time I met another guy, Matt; he had just moved from Chicago to town for work and was looking to meet new people/friends. He was doing a six month stint and then heading back to Chicago. Matt was 28, cute, white, dashing blue eyes, and a water polo body. I was in heaven. We quickly became friends, going out for drinks and movies. As my hubby was not much of a club goer, Matt and I would go out together for fun. During one of our outings, we had a little too much to drink, and like any other human being, when I get tipsy I also get horny. As Matt's place was closer than mine, we took a cab to his place - just so I could sober up there. However, en route I found myself so horny and hard for Matt it seemed as if my cock was going to burst out of my jeans. Well, once we got to Matt's place we ended up in his back yard with a joint. I knew the joint wouldn't help me sober-up, but I reasoned it was still relatively early, so what the heck, why not? We started passing it around and started chatting. The conversation quickly turned sexual. We started talking about our sex lives, the guys we like, what we get into, the last time we had sex. I was pretty hard and I could see that he was too, there was no denying the tent in his pants and he could clearly see mine. I was stoned, I zoned out for a second, just staring at his crotch. I was jolted back to reality by Matt’s voice. “Why don’t you give it a squeeze, it’s not cheating if you just touch it.” I paused, should I? I wanted to so badly. I never understood how people can commit to have sex with one person for the rest of their lives but I also loved my hubby and wanted to do the right thing. I snapped back into focus because of Matt who had gotten up and put his crotch directly in front of my face while I was having my own internal monologue. I could smell his crotch musk from a hot night out dancing. I wanted to taste it so bad. I don’t know what came over me, perhaps it was the intoxicating smell, but I reached out and squeezed his cock through his jeans. Jeezus! It was big, I couldn’t tell just from touch but it felt meaty. Matt reached down, undid his belt, top button and pulled his zipper down. It was a beautiful sight. A big meaty cock stretching against the black fabric of his underwear begging to be released, I could see a wet spot from where he was leaking precum. I could not take it anymore; I reached up and pulled the waist band down. His cock plopped out, the tip glistening with precum, about eight inches, cut, veiny, with a nice mushroom head. I flicked my tongue out and lapped up the precum. It tasted so sweet. There was a little voice in the back of my head that was still trying to remind me I was married but then Matt started to slowly push forward, and I opened up. I felt his cock slide across my tongue, he started to slowly fuck my face and I pretty soon forgot about that little voice. Matt bottomed out and I found myself with my nose buried into his pubes, the sweet smell of his musk so intoxicating. I pulled off his cock, swirled my tongue around his mushroom head, getting the salty taste of piss. Matt pulled me up and turned me around, leaning me over the chair; he parted my ass cheeks and dove in. I was in heaven; I was still buzzed, stoned, and horny. I wanted to get fucked so badly. He pulled his face off my ass and I felt empty, I wanted more. I turned around and he led me inside to his bedroom, we left a trail of clothes across the floor. We entered the bedroom and Matt pushed me onto the bed and had me lay on my back with my head over the edge. He squatted over my face, dropped his balls onto my face, I eagerly lapped them up, licking ever crevice, getting every salty taste I could. He slid his cock down my face and slid it down my throat. Matt started to face fuck me slowly at first. I could feel the tip of his cock on the back of my throat. I wanted to gag. I wanted to push him out, but he put a hand on my chest and held me down, urging me to relax. Soon the feeling passed, and he started to fuck my throat. I had tears running down my face from the assault. My spit was that thick mucus spit you get; I had not been treated like this in years. Sex with the hubby had been good, but he was definitely a bit vanilla. Matt pulled his cock all the way out, I gasped for air and he shoved it back in. I thought this would go on forever, and I wanted it to stop but also not at the same time. My cock was rock hard. He finally pulled out and flipped me over again, he spit on my ass and slid his cock in between my checks, he put his full weight on me with one arm around my neck, I could feel his hot breath on me….”you ready for this dick?” All I did was to whimper and push my ass back. “Are you sure? Cuz once I start, I don’t stop and I don’t pull out.” In a drunken, stoned, horny split second decision I grunted “Fuck me 'til you bust your nut, bro.” That is all he wanted to hear. In one move he slammed his cock into my pussy hole. I tried to scream, but he put his hand over my mouth. Thank god he had opened me up a little bit earlier when he ate my ass or else I would have not been able to take it. Pretty soon the pain subsided; Matt grabbed my hair and pulled me up on all fours. He shoved a bottle of poppers under my nose and told me to inhale, one hit in each nostril. I was in heaven flying high and craving dick. I started to buck back onto his cock while he was taking a hit of the poppers himself. He then went to town; he slammed in and out of my hole, stretching me. I could see a little pink on the sheets from my ass. I knew I was bleeding, I knew he was tearing my hole up but I didn’t care, I wanted his load. I arched my ass up giving him deeper access. I wanted to make sure he shot his load as far deep as he could. It felt so good to have a different cock up my ass, god how I missed random encounters. And with that, I felt Matt plow into my ass with one big push, his cock expanded and he came inside my hole. With each rope of cum he shot into my body I could feel his cock throb. Matt rolled off me, I looked over at the clock. It was 4:00 AM. I had a missed call from the hubby asking where I was because it was so late. I called him back with Matt lying next to me, spooning me, cock back in my ass. I told the hubby I had a little too much to drink and that I would crash on Matt's couch and head home later in the AM for breakfast. I ended up passing out with Matt's cock still in my ass. I woke up in the morning to the feeling of getting fucked. Matt pumped another load into my ass and sent me home. I went home, took a shower, and went to have breakfast with the hubby, Matt’s two loads still in me. More to come……

This happened yesterday. I'm on the USC campus for a work conference, visiting from out of state. I chatted with this guy on Growlr and his profile said he was bisexual and cheating on his wife. right there in the profile, he admitted he was cheating. He was a top. When we started chatting, he told me he liked my ass and really wanted to fuck me...but he only fucked with condoms. I knew I wanted his load and I decided to seduce him. Neither of us could get free for two days, so during the hours he kept the app on his phone (he deleted Growlr before he went home each night), we talked dirty. I talked to him about the importance of seed, how I rarely took it inside me, how it *meant* something to carry a man's DNA, the very essence of a man until it got absorbed into the pink flesh. He loved it. I told him stories of seducing my massage therapist until he fucked his cum into me hard. I told him how I was with a top once who once said--while fucking me doggy style--"I'm taking off the condom now." he loved it. I talked about "seed loyalty," how a bottom feels intensely toward the top who gifted him with the juice of life, how bottoms were pussies meant to absorb this juice and the juice is meant to flow into pussies, male or female. He got off on it and kept telling me how he'd never heard this talk before, how he never NEVER considered the concept of "seed loyalty" and it was driving him nuts. I wasn't lying...I don't fuck around with hundreds of guys...I am surprisingly slutty for me--I let about 6 guys a year cum inside me. Okay, maybe 10. I realize some bottom guys go for 18 loads a night and that's awesome...but not my style. It is a big deal for me to take a guy's load. We don't have to be married or even see each other again, but I want there to be a connection during the breeding. I am his. I have seed loyalty to this man, even if he forgets about me two weeks later. After getting him worked up, I took Uber to his house, which I was surprised to find in South Central. I've never been to LA and here I was headed to this really run-down neighborhood and a bearded Hispanic man in a wifebeater met me at his chain link fence. We smoked pot. We got naked. He whipped out a condom. Dang. We fucked for a while and he was way into my beefy ass. He ate it. He sucked those lips. he kept touching my ass with his fingers lightly and saying, "Damn...damn..." He was into my thick daddy ass. After a while of fucking, I begged him to rub his precum-covered cock all over my pink hole. He pulled off the condom so he could accommodate me... Rubbed his dick against me... I moaned... He said quietly, "That was the last condom I have." I sensed this was a delicate moment and I wasn't sure whether to tell him to go for it or let him decide in this moment... I wanted to say, "Fuck me, raw." But I had been talking dirty about getting bred and honoring his seed-of-life, and for the past fifteen minutes it made him fuck harder and deeper...he knew what I wanted. I was kneeling on the couch and so instead of answering, I just pushed my ass out and moaned. He entered me. He fucked me. As soon as he was inside me, I started talking dirty about his raw cock, and how good it felt, how his precum was truly slicking up my insides so that when he blew his load, his sperm would swim deeper in my slicked-up colon. The more I talked about his seed in me, the harder he got. After a few more minutes of fucking, he started swearing in Spanish, and he blew his load. He came hard. I wouldn't let his cock out of me...I milked it, held onto it as he tried to pull out. Eventually he pulled out and looked at me like he could not believe what happened. He told me he was married less than a year and while he cheated a few times, never raw. I tried to talk dirty about how good it felt to be knocked up and now I had "seed loyalty" to him--for the rest of my life, I would jack off thinking about my south central LA Chicano who bred my thick white ass. He was a little dazed and in shock over what he had done, so I called an Uber. He waited with me outside while the car came. I asked him why he decided to fuck me raw. He shrugged and said, "I was out of condoms." That wasn't exactly true. I had intended to respect his wishes to play safe, so I had brought condoms with me. While we fucked, they were sitting in my jeans pockets two feet away. But I never told him that. I held his semen inside me for hours.

Just back from hooking up with a couple of gay escorts in Manchester. My goal was to complete one of my heretofore unfulfilled fantasies: to be double penetrated. Previously, about a year and a half ago, I got fucked by a guy while blindfolded in a hotel in Edinburgh. He slipped a dildo in next to his cock while fucking me. I couldn't take it (I hadn't know it was coming) .. But I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since. Both guys today had nice cocks. So I knew it would be a challenge. The logistics are, of course, very tricky. But it happened. They were both able to get in. It hurt (hell yes it hurt!) but I really wanted it and I was more prepared for it. And I was able to take it. And it felt amazing. Only lasted a couple minutes when the first guy seeded me. The second guy finished a couple minutes later. Two loads up my (somewhat more loose) ass. And I've got the cum stains on the back side of my jockstrap to prove it. I feel like such a slut (yes, that is a good thing) And I can't wait to do it again If anything I'm even hornier than before. May head to Basement sauna to see if I can get more loads in my holes.

Last year at NY Pride I met a Dominant Black guy at the Eagle. He was extremely aggressive and stuck his hand in my pants and started playing with my hole. We were in the room with pool table and there was a guy getting fucked close by. I'm told this is not usual and was just due to it being Pride weekend. Anyway I wanted this Stud to fuck me so bad but he would not. Just played with my hole. After getting me horned up he said he had to leave but would meet me the next night at the The Out Hotel where i was staying. As promised he showed the next night and we started by me sucking him. When it was time to fuck he pulled out a condom which sucked but I was not in control and wanted his big black cock regardless. He shoved it in me and fucked me so hard i thought I was going to cry. He kept slapping me and kicking my legs out so he could get deeper in me. This went on for about 20 minutes and then he got up and took the condom off and grabbed some poppers. He walked back over and said to me "I know what you want you fucking piece of trash" and shoved his raw cock in me. He fucked me for about an hour so ruff that I know I was torn up inside. Every once in a while he would stop and lay there with is cock inside me and kiss me and tell me my hole belonged to him. After about 45 minutes he asked if I wanted him to cum in my ass or mouth. I of course said ass and he said good thing because I have already shot 3 loads in you. FUCK- 100% true and 100% hot. My ass and thighs were bruised for about 2 weeks and my hole ached so bad i needed a pillow to fly back to Florida.

Before I was diagnosed, I used to be mostly bottom - problems with rubbers killing erections and the loss of sensation meant topping wasn't viable (I used condoms religiously, except a couple of times). After being diagnosed, I started exploring topping, as I no longer had the fear of HIV, so condoms were no longer required. I discovered the joys of topping and haven't looked back since. Describe myself as a top, though I would put out in a relationship. So to answer your question, if a guy says he's a top, doesn't mean he's always been a top.

I took a molly last night which always makes me super horny. Managed to keep my ass in my pants until around 4 AM, then started looking for tops. Taking loads all day while working... first was a Latin top with a huge dick. Second was a Middle Eastern guy. Third was a big black dick... first time in a long long time I felt a cock swell up like that and jerk and spasm while shooting a ton of jizz up my gut. Fourth one was a tight athlete on his lunch break who fucked me so hard I almost came without touching myself and then planted four days worth of seed in me. Next top is here in 20 min. Will share details later

Been lurking here for a long time. I finally got the courage to take that next step. Im gonna change a couple of details so that this is fictional now. The truth is much stranger than fiction, sometimes. I had a crush on my neighbor, Eric for months. And I was so sad when I found out from another friend that he was poz. Somehow, he seemed even more attractive since he was "off limits." I would never have thought I might pursue a poz guy. I guess you could say that I kinda got obsessed with him. I'd see him in the community pool. I'd see him go out for a run. I couldn't help but to notice that huge bulge and that tight body. Well, let's move things along. Eric was in his third year of law school. I was going to school part time and working part-time. I started saying hi to him as he would set out for his run. Before I knew it, we were chatting all the time. And I was probably obvious that I liked him; and I could tell by the way he looked at me that he wanted me too. Fast forward a few more months; and we are best of friends and the sexual tension is building. I fantasize about him throughout the day. I cum thinking about him before bed every night; and jack off to him in the morning. I want him. Then, I found this web site when I was searching about sex options with a poz guy. And maybe that didn't help .. or did it? One night, we are drinking and talking and I finally got the courage to tell him I wanted him to fuck me. His response wasn't at all what I expected. In short, he told me that he would prepare a contract for me to sign to make sure that I would not hold him responsible if I got pozzed. That same night, he told me that his health insurance had lapsed because he was too old to be on his parents policy. And because of a paperwork screw up, he has 90 days without coverage. In other words .. not on meds right now. And likely "very detectable" as he put it. Damn .. I was upset but also turned on. I just sorta assumed he would be undetectable. A few days later, I found the contract under my apartment door in a simple brown envelope. I opened it up and saw one of those plastic "sign here" things pointing to the signature line. As I read it, my nervousness unexpectedly began to turn from fear into anticipation. Here's how it read: I, _______________________, affirm to be of sound mind and judgement and do solemnly swear that I will not hold Eric X (last name removed for privacy), hereafter known as "the top", responsible civilly or criminally for the contraction of HIV, or any other disease or ailments that result from my consensual sex with said person. I understand that the top is currently un-medicated and has a high viral load; and that my consensual unprotected anal sex may result in the contraction of HIV. I further agree that the following activities are permissible, as described in the following vernacular language to clarify the terms of this contract: I may get fucked in the ass by the top's big cock. I will let the top shoot poz cum deep inside me. I will not ask the top to stop once my ass is penetrated with his big dick. The top can pound my ass as deep and hard as he desires. I will not try to pull away or prevent his poz cum from filling my ass. I further agree to hold an empty bottle of HIV medication in my mouth as a reminder that an un-medicated poz load will be fucked into my ass. I can not release the bottle of medication from my mouth until the top instructs me to do so. After the top cums in my ass, the bottle of said meds will be placed in my asshole to prevent poz cum from leaking out. Furthermore, the top has my explicit permission to electronically record the aforementioned sexual activities and use for his own purposes. Prior to sexual activities, I will declare, on video, that "I am a whore for poz cock. I want HIV-filled cum fucked into me." I concede that the sexual activities described above may result in personal serious illness or possibly death. By signing below, I am literally signing my life away. I fully consent to being fucked to death by big poz cock. I trembled as I read the contract. And as I read through the contract the second time, my cock became as hard as it ever had. Should I sign the contract?

In typical Hansen family tradition, Matt was carrying out his fatherly task of fucking his oldest son Matt Jr. JR, as he preferred was very aroused by his father's huge cock this particular morning. At first he was purring and then moaning and now he began to start barking and slowly fucking himself onto the cock that made him. He was so fucking horny and he knew dad's cock was the only cock that could make him cum from his cock and his cunt. Matt's mind was much more focused. Today is the day that JR's breeding must come to an end because his younger brother, Thom was just bragging about puberty and Matt knew his responsibility. Stealth breeding JR was actually a bit of fun and came quite naturally to the older perverted father. The worst situation was missing JR's talented and well shaped cunt. Sometimes more delicious that his wife's meatball dinner. Actually, always more delicious. As he began to unload, he started talking about everything but his cock sprayed hard against the p-spot as the head punched in and out of the second door which triggered the two orgasms that JR was grunting and calling to God for. He never heard the news. Matt sat down and, in between cunt lapping, he told his son he was poz. JR laughed and said that was not true. Matt told him that he was Full Blown for many years and not on meds. He told JR he knew how fertile his cum was. But dad, I'm on PreP...........................

Just for today, just for the holiday: It's not hard, he thinks, seducing these neg only safe-sex only clean cut types. Just lie to them. Tell them what they want to hear, say, "Yes, I'm clean and disease free" (Technically HIV is not a disease, it's a virus). Smile in your pictures a little mysteriously and nod at all the right moments, "Yes, I always practice safe-sex" (What does that mean anyway...like if we don't end up knifed to death...that's safe sex right...?). Start in quick but subtle with the ever tried and true, "So what kind of porn do you like? I love XXX and ZZZ" (bareback only studios that are poz-friendly). "Yeah, they're awesome..." "Yeah, bareback is the best." "Yeah..." They're mine...all the time. It's so easy to invite them over and have them look and stare and think, "He's so nice," and smile broad and say, "Come inside, the bedroom is this way," Leading them easily over and over again, into the bedroom, "Make yourself comfortable and take off your clothes." Casually do the same, and look at the monitors playing porn then say, "So what kind of guys do you like." Do the my type and your type game for a bit and then just nod slightly and kick back in bed and led the clumsy foreplay begin. Let them trip over themselves over and over again as they try to impress you and just keep glancing back and forth to the screens of porn and then chuckle aloud and say, "I've got something for you to try." Reach to the side of your bed and pull out that glass pipe and a micro torch and smile as you heat the pipe just so and then hit it just right, watch their eyes grow big and they never say anything contrary. Exhale a perfect white cloud of that fucking fantastic smoke and then pass them the pipe and say, "Here, hold it in your mouth like this," as you position the pipe in their mouth, and finally say, "I'll light it for you, just inhale when I say so." They barely nod but you can sense their excitement bleeding into the air. Heat the pipe again and then when that white smoke starts to rise to the top, say, "Hit it." Always "hit it" because that sets them up to fall so far down they won't ever hit the ground. And then ya just let the white smoke do its magic. Pretty soon Mr. I'm Safe Sex Only guy is on his back with his eyes dilated with fuck-lust saying, "Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy!" And it's hot because he's so straight-arrow clean-cut nicely dressed jock guy...with an ass so wet you can stick your raw cock in it at any moment. So you do while you hit the pipe and let him watch you in awe as you take the hit and slide into him and fuck him hit after hit. You fuck him doggy and sitting so that he can take some hits as well...you are after all, generous to a fault. It's so natural to just ask him, "You want me to knock you up? You want me to poz you?" It's so natural for him to say, "Yes. Breed me. Please breed me." So you do, and you smile as his pupils dilate and he smiles feeling your toxic seed spraying inside him and you both gasp and then you smile when he reaches for the pipe and asks you to help light the pipe. "Of course," you say. What else would an incubus do?

Anecdotally I think this is true. I am an unrepentant bottom and my dick and nuts are small. This is unimportant to me, because in my mind it is all about servicing the top no matter the size of his dick and balls. That's where I get pleasure, not playing with my small dick. One of the reasons tina dick never bothered me.

Nice rant and something needs to be said! Iv'e been a larger chubby guy my entire life. While that's not a disability I have felt the discrimination that you talk about many times. There is too much emphasis on judging people by physical appearance in the gay community. As someone who never fit the gay stereotype of a perfect 10 with a flawless body, I learned early on that a man doesn't have to be perfect to be good in bed and someone worthy of forming a relationship with. In fact, some of the worst relationships I've had over the years have been with absolutely beautiful men who didn't have an ounce of brains or personality. Sure the sex was great but out of bed the relationship was a disaster because we had nothing in common on which to base a lasting relationship. While we're a minority, rest assured that there are men in the gay community who value the whole person more than physical appearance and abilities. I would choose a loving and caring man who wasn't perfect but had something to offer besides sex over a narcissistic perfect 10 any day.

Sounds like a hot vid I'd like to see too

7 loads spread out over three days at San Diego Comic-Con

Love drinking piss from the tap. Was in Palm Springs a few months ago and a hot dude told me he was going to tank up and piss down my throat. He was younger and fuck he pissed like a horse. Had about 10 guys around watching as he almost choked me with his massive stream. Damn I want that piss load in my hole next time.

'm 39, African-American male. Im about 6'1", general bald head with a gotee/ beard. Depending on your label I'm in bear/ thick group. I guess Prince Fielder body type. As for equipment 6" cut. I've had many a bottom remark about how thick I am, without being compared to a beer can. I'm also on PreP. I'm also versatile This time it was the older white daddy that was coming into town. During our chat on Growlr it was clear that his guy, has a thing for Black and Latin bears who breed daddies. Due to travel issues we couldn't met last night. But we were able to met today. We kissed and I sucked his nipples. All the while he called me boy,cub, and son. Soon he called for his boy to breed him, and breed his daddy hole. Which I did. Fucking deep into wet hole. Soon sweat dropped from me, as he begged for his boy seed. Which I felt built up, this was going to be a long climax, and finely unleashed into his hole. I kissed the now breed and happy daddy.

I feel more guilty as a bottom if a top either uses a condom or pulls out to cum than cheating on the wife and carrying a strangers DNA deep inside me.

Part 2: Matt and I carried on like this for the rest of his work assignment. We would go out, have drinks, come back to his place and fuck like rabbits, he would then send me home with a couple loads up my ass. I loved it; I loved every minute of it. Knowing that I was doing something I was not supposed to made it so exciting. The hottest part was being with the hubby and him not knowing I had another guys load up my ass. All good things must come to an end though. Matt completed his 6 month work assignment and went back to Chicago. I was ok at first, but after a few weeks I started craving another guy’s load again. I started trolling the apps for cum. I had the usual headless profile pic saying I was looking for right now on the down low and couldn’t host. I hooked up with a few guys, but none were as hot as Matt. After a few months of being a slut, this guy on Recon hit me up. I was fairly new to the app, one of the guys that was shooting a load up my ass once mentioned it and I figured it would give it a try. It looked a little hard core but to be honest, the idea of submission and leather all turned me on. I had noted on my profile that I was a married bareback cum dump that loved to take loads, any load. I hesitated to respond to the message, it had that warning message at the bottom that said the profile had been recently created, you never know now a days. I read over his profile. He had a headless photo, nice body. Total Dom Daddy, mid 40s. The rest of his pics were of of three sub bottoms who had been collared. Now, the Daddy was 100 miles away which might not sound all that far away, but with our traffic, that could easily be hours of driving. I don’t know what came over me, maybe I was horny, maybe it was the pics of the collard subs, or perhaps it was the body pic of the dom daddy, but I decided to respond. It was a pretty simple reply, “Hello Sir” We chatted back and forth, seems he travelled down to my area of town a few times a month. He saw my ass pics and profile, wanted to reach out to see if I was interested in being one of his collared boys. I explained to him that I was actually married and all my activity was on the down low. While he was a bit disappointed he couldn’t really collar me full time the idea of controlling another man’s husband turned him on. We chatted back and forth for a couple weeks getting to know each other, exchanging pictures. I started calling him Sir; the sound of it turned me on. We went from Recon to exchanging telephone numbers which led to having actual conversations. After a couple weeks he made a proposition to me, suggesting “I like you boy. You sound like a hot little cum dump. As you know, I travel down to your neck of the woods a few times a month and know a lot of tops who would love to breed your pretty little pussy. Become my cum dump toy. I'll set up breeding sessions for you where you have only to show up and take the loads. Interested? I promise that it will all be safe, all these are guys I personally know, I won’t let them hurt you, unless you want them too. Think about it for a few days, let me know. But don’t take too long. You wouldn’t want me to accidentally send the pics you sent me to your hubby.” A chill went down my spine, Click, the line went dead. I tried calling back but no answer; I left a voicemail and sent a text, but nothing. I started to think of all the pictures I had sent him. There were a lot of naked pictures showing my face. I didn’t know what to do. An hour later I received a text from Sir, “In two days you will get a text from me, follow orders or else.” That was it, I replied back but he never got back to me, I went to bed that night, tossed and turned, what had I gotten myself into…. More to come…..

My last three loads were also my first loads. I've been into men for a number of years. Like many of you, I was curious, started with porn, then moved on to meeting guys in parks etc. I finally started having sex as a bottom a few years back, all safe. But the more I had sex the more guys I played with and read about in blogs like this. I became bored and wanted more. I accepted the risks of barebacking some time ago. And finally got the courage to take raw dick and a load. I went to see a guy I met on bbrt last night. I drive over an hour for his dick. We had similar interests and he seems not be a flake like some on bbrt are. Once we got started it was hard for me to say no or not to live out some fantasies I had.... I showed up at his house around 630, he greeted me with a nice big hug and kiss. We chatted for a bit and had a drink to relax. He led me upstairs, we got undressed. He had a nice 8' fairly thick cock, I sucked and rimmed him. He played with and rimmed my ass then we fucked.... After a while he was getting close to cumming. He grunted and stopped pumping, I knew at that moment he was cumming inside me. I didn't feel the cum, only a light pulsing of his cock..... He eventually pulled out and gave me his cock to suck. We fucked once more around 930, for load number two then we fell sleep. I woke up around 3am, we fucked again for load number three and then I left. My hole is sore, and I still wet with his cum. I wasn't sure what to expect from going raw and being bred for the first time. But it was an amazing night and I look forward to seeing him again.

Interesting. My nuts are small ( bottom sub here ) and I always wanted them to be larger. Since this post I am proud of my small sub nuts.

By: ClaytonTX http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Hairy-Otter-Son-Takes-Control-26595771 Hairy Otter Son Takes Control My hairy otter son took me to a hotel room and used me like a cheap whore. He was feeling extremely Alpha and by the end of the night his young, hard dick had totally destroyed my hole.

Hottest verbal talk for me happened a few years ago at SlammersLA which seems to be where some of my dirtier fucks have happened. After being filled with a few loads, a top with a big cock (one of those that gives you a quick pause to think - is that really going to fit in my hole?) came along (I was in a sling in that smaller room up front not the one that puts you on display with an audience) walked up to my hole and just shoved it in balls deep. He gave my ass a hard slap, bent down and looked into my eyes and said...Can you feel that cock in your pussy boy? I'm going to charge up that hole with my hot load boy. Whispering in my ears how he was going to get me pregnant.It was like being fucked by a demon. The dirty talk continued until he unloaded deep in me and pulled out and left quickly. I was left with a dripping stretched hole (not complaining!). What he didn't realize was that the piggy talk caused me to blow a huge load myself!

I love public sex too, it's a real turn on. Some highlights: Been fucked at an art gallery during a show opening. We were behind a partition while only a few metres away everyone drank and chatted. Toilets of the British Museum (and I caught his eye in one of the rooms of Greek statues!) Various trains, mostly in toilets but occasionally in carriage late night. In the crowded courtyard of a gay bar during a busy party. Audience of several, some of whom took turns. Various parks, alleyways, car parks, trees/bushes at night and in daytime.

Part 4 As my new property lay on the bed in a daze, I grabbed some ties out of Daddy's closet and found a a nicely used jockstrap in the laundry hamper. Grabbing a wrist, I quickly tied it tightly to the headboard, and followed suit with the other. Then I shoved the jockstrap into his mouth and tied it into place. Lastly I tied his ankles in the air, spreading them apart, leaving his oozing hole exposed and vulnerable. "Don't go anywhere boy." I laughed as I left the room, as if he could! He pleaded with his eyes for me not to leave him, but I had some shopping to do. And besides, he wouldn't be alone for too long. A buddy was already on the way over to graciously keep my bitch occupied. I jumped in the Escalade and went on my way. I was gone for about two hours, returning with all kinds of toys and party supplies, courtesy of Daddy's credit cards. I approached the bedroom to sounds of moans and grunts. Enetering the room I saw my buddy Dante standing by the bed, stroking his hard cock while a guy I didn't know was between my whores open legs, sawing his big cock in and out of Blake's newfound pussy. The teenage sluts eyes were rolled back into his head as he moaned non stop. My own snake started to rise while I watched my boy take it again from a total stranger, unable to refuse even if he wanted to. "Sup man!" Dante greeted me. "That's a damn hot new cunt you found! He's gonna be popular! Oh, that's my new friend Kenny currently using him. I figured you be cool with it." "Fuck yea brother," I said, "that little white bitch needs to be totally broken in! And after tonight, he should be!" Kenny just howled as he buried himself as deep as he could into the helpless boy underneath him, grinding his wirey pubes into the tender ass flesh. I knew he was pumping a big load deep inside Blake, adding his load to the several already up in there. As he pulled out, a light pink liquid oozed out of the gaping hole. "Damn that pussy felt good! I never had me a white boy before. They sure are sweet!" Kenny said as he wiped his slimey cock off on Blake's smooth ass crack. Dante wasted no time shoving his hard, black cock up the hungry, pink hole. Blake just let out a long, low moan as he was filled again. Dante grabbed his thighs and pounded the boy as hard as he could, pulling out til just the tip of his cock remained in the cunt, then slammed back in all the way, forcing Blake to grunt from the force. Eventually Dante went rigid and shot his hot load with the others. "Take it cunt!" he shouted as he spit on Blake's face. "Take another load of niggah cum, you filthy white slut! Your new master is gonna make good and sure you get lots!" After he pulled out, we all stood back admiring Blake's growing rosebud. Soon his sweet little pussy will truley look like a blooming flower. I took a buttplug out the bag of toys I bought, and placed the tip of at the stretched out enterence of Blake's new pussy. And it was a fat plug, long and black, with a wide base, wider than even my cock. "Look at me boy!" I ordered him as I started to slide it into him. "Look into your Masters eyes as I plug up the hole I now own!" Blake looked at me with his glazed over eyes as the plug slid in further. Eventually it reached the point where it was meeting resistance, and I stopped, pulling it out. I pulled out a pair of nipple clamps and the poppers. I untied his gay and pulled the jockstrap out. I wanted to hear him scream as the fat plug ripped his cumhole open even further. I poured some poppers onto the jockstrap and placed it over his nose, then attached the clamps to his little, pink titties. He hissed in pain as they dug into his tender flesh. Then I placed the plug in his wed hole again, pushing in to the point of resistance. "Look at me boy, and tell me you want it! Tell me you are my property now. Beg for that little pussy to be plugged!" "Yes Sir," he meekley croaked, unable to deny what he truely wanted. "You own me now Sir," his voice trembled, admitting out loud his new position in life. "Please put your plug in my ass." SMACK!! My palm slapped him hard across his smooth face, instantly leaving a bright, red mark on his creamy, white skin. Blake's eyes flew wide open in shock. "That is not an ass boy!" I spat at him. "That will never be an ass again! That's a pussy, a cunt, a cumdump, a fuckhole! That's what you will call it from now on! That's what it is! Now tell me what you want! BEG ME SLUT!" "Please Sir," he started, his eyes tearing up, "please plug my pussy!" SMACK!! Another hard slap to add to the first. "Whose pussy is it bitch? It ain't your pussy no more! It's mine! Tell me that!" "Please Sir!" he begged. "Please plug your pussy!" With an evil grin I grabbed the chain connecting those sweet, pink, teenage boy titties and pulled hard and fast, ripping them off as I rammed the rest of the fat buttplug all the way into his dripping cunt. "AAAAAAARRRRRRHHHHH!" Blake screamed at the top of his voice as he jerked in his bonds, unable to escape the pain in his burning tits and inflamed cumhole. His head thrashed back and forth as he howled in agony. "Damn bro!" Dante laughed. "You are one mean niggah!" I just smiled as I watched my new slave start to calm down. "You know I am! And he'll get MORE tonight." I laughed back. "Party starts at 10, will probably go all night. Come on back." "Wouldn't miss it for the world!"

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…. “

I used to love raunchyfuckers.com - I found I have been getting good porn from Tumblr and Twitter. [redacted] With XVideos, I try to find a poster whose videos I like. I love the videos posted on XTube that are referenced in a different thread.

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

How many studios have you found explicit documentation stating such? The reason I ask, is yes, I know somes studios provide explicit statements regarding how they establish negative HIV status...but that's the only statements I've seen in an official context. So yes, Sean Cody, Chaos Men, and other such "safe" but bareback studios make a point of making such explicit offical statements...and almost always in the video preface. Howver, I have never seen any "unsafe" bareback studio make a explicit official statement of that nature, as is done by studios like Sean Cody and Chaos Men. Certainly, I know that Treasure Island has made various statements that are sometimes offcial reactions/positions regarding HIV status of their models. However, the only one I've seen was when Jackson Taylor was making a stink about supposedly never being informed that Ethan Wolfe was poz...but even then their official statement was, as usual, ambiguous and pretty shifty. They said that they sent Jackson Taylor a picture of Ethan Wolfe's biohazard tatoo and said "Just want to you to know what you're getting into here." and then they claimed that Taylor responded with "YES" Anyone with even just basic legal experience/knowledge knows that sort of statement might sound like it's defensble, but it really isn't because there's too much uncertainty as to what Taylor meant when he said "Yes," particularly in terms of whether he was affirming bottoming for a poz top or maybe he didn't even get the biohazard bit and was just reacting "Yes" to bottoming for Wolefe. Beyond that nonsense, Treasure Island has never had any sort of consistent official position across their release history. Sure, maybe here or there they made some sort of half-ass statement about how they handle HIV status of their modles, but come on, do you really think they're being sincere? On one hand they're merrily celebrating their explicit forray into poz fetish and pnp culture (which I'm all for, in fact, I think even videos like Viral Loads Slammed are still way to tame for my tastes) and ...then they do some song and dance that sort of minimalizes the extreme behavior they're promoting (which again, I certainly support), however there's no clear connection to what they are saying here and there and then the videos that they are making. That is, with "responsible" studios like Sean Cody and Chaos Men stamp every video with a clear statement that unambiguously establishes their policy for handling HIV status of their models, and again, it's only in the context of establishing HIV negative status. Also, historically studios like Treasure Island, Hot Desert Knights, Cobra, and pretty much all of the Eastern European porn that sparked the bareback pushback, either never issued any statements regarding HIV status, like Hot Desert Knights, Cobra, and the Eastern Euro studios. Or like Treasure Island they have played delibrately confusing game that might seem to take some sort of stance but is really meaningless because as far as I know, the truly critical information like offical public statements for each video do not exist. Treasure Island in particular is a total joke because when they were first issuing videos, unlike Hot Desert Knights or Cobra, they kept the opposite of a low profile. Not only did Paul Morris issue statments defiently asserting the legitimacy of bareback sex, he was brazen enough to pull stunts like posting an essay arguing that bareback sex actually helped prevent HIV infection. My partner at the time was a medical student and I tactfully didn't laugh in his face when he admiringly told gushed about how Paul Morris was so smart and wrote a very convincing essay about how bareback sex prevents HIV infection. After a few years I had learned that medical students and yes, even doctors are kind of stupid as they learn and rely on established data which allows them to diagnose, but they're pretty shitty scientists, which is why scientists don't group doctors with their profession. Sure, I might be arrogant, but as a psychology researcher trained in social, cultural, and neuro-psychopharmacological psychology, I knew immediately that Paul Morris' eassay was a classic case of intellctual obfuscation that technically might be valid from a formal argumment stance, but in practical reality is total bullshit. This was the exact same time that all the bareback studios, which at that time, the only prominent American ones were Treasurer Island, Cobra, SX Video (but I feel like initially SX wasn't well known outside of California as were the others because I don't really remember encountering their videos until I moved from the East Coast to Cali in 2007), and Hot Desert Knights and there were strong undercurrents against bareback porn that was coming from within the LGBT-Q community, whereas Paul Morris was literally the only person championing bareback. In fact, at that time I was at Brown University and fundamentally, as LGBT-Q everything was in a very precarious position, pretty much all public communications whatever decried bareback porn as irresponsible and reckless...not just in terms of producing it but in terms of consuming it. I clearly remember that there was a lot of condemntion by men themselves of bareback porn. It was considered even amongst those who liked porn as often degenerate and in bad taste. Personally, I loved that specific dynamic because while I quickly learned around that time that many men were very hesitant to say whether or not they would bareback, if a guy was a fan of bareback porn, he was always down for bareback. But again, I remember slowly realizing..."Aw fuck if a guy plays condom porn he's gonna be a prude." Of course this isn't such perfect indicator anymore these days as public sentiment is much more layered and complex. I'm saying all this because historically Treasure Island is probably the worst offender in terms of their "official" stance for model's HIV status, and the other few have never had any stated position. The only other studio for which I've heard mostly just hearsay is Dark Alley, as once I saw Bradon Hawk post this outraged comment to Facebook about how their porn would "never be so irresbonsible as to pair HIV negative models with HIV positive models" and when he did that, I lost respect form him and that he and his set to be total pussies because they had at that time, the only major studio releases where the tops would actually say things like "dirty load" and "charged seed" (and it was only two scenes within one video, I think). I lost respect because, I thought "What the fuck is the point of dialog like that bottom is already poz? That's no fun!" So they're kind of lame. Other than that, I feel that the greater majority of bareback studios give no such information in any way shape or form. Bareback Studios releasing in the last few years to present for which I've seen nothing about model HIV status: Still all Eastern European porn...except maybe Bel Ami, not sure because I tend to avoid their stuff. Broke Straight Boys Knight Breeders Hot Desert Knights (though now they seem to only be releasing Eastern Euro stuff). Amatuer Straight Guys SX Video San Diego Boy Bareback RT Media Factory Video Threshold Media Breed Me Media Raw Joxx Flava Works Dick Wadd Also there are many South American bareback releases that get bundled and distributed by Dark Alley, but I don't think Dark Alley has any actual oversight over those productions. Finally, even if any of these studios have at any time released some sort of statement regarding their stance or whatever, the fact that none of these studios present that information for every release like the "responsible" bareback studios, indicates that whatever they are saying is pretty much meaningless, as a "stance" or "position" or whatever sounds nice and might be assuaging for public opinion battles, but in reality such vague things have no real impact. For, something something whatever, could be a porn studio's public statement but what does that mean? Unless they have a clear, consistent policies and procedures that are followed, recorded, and given for every scene/video, it's all just corporate bullshit to placate the masses.

Part 2 of 3 - Training the Fucktard Before he left the next morning, he got me to strip naked again and took a bunch of photos of me. This inevitably led to us fucking again, with me on top this time. I tried my best to give as hard as I got, but I couldn’t get anywhere near matching what he did last night. He didn’t complain though, and as he was leaving, he told me that he’d send my details to ‘the right people’, and ‘they’d be in touch. Might take a while.’ It took two weeks, and I’d almost forgotten about it by the time I heard back from him, only remembering when I laid in bed at night, wanking and thinking about how hard he’d fucked me. He only texted me three times during those two weeks, and each time it was an instruction. The same one, each time. ‘Stop what you’re doing, go to a public place and strip. Send a photo as proof. You have 15 minutes.’ I did it in the toilets of my university library first, and a second time in a wooded area near my flat. The third time had been harder, near impossible. I was clothes shopping, so my only option was to go into a changing room and ditch my clothes, then take the photo outside, in view of the assistant. I got thrown out as soon as I reclothed, but it did the job, it seemed. The day after that one, I got the text. ‘I got you an audition.’ Was all it said, other than a date, time and location. It was tomorrow evening, in a part of town I’d never been to before. I tried to ask for information, but I got no further replies. Something told me that I’d never hear from him again if I wasn’t at this ‘audition’, as well. I googled the place, but that didn’t reveal anything either. It was just some old part of town, in the suburbs. There was nothing to do but go there and hope for the best, I guessed. I didn’t sleep well that night, with my mind preoccupied with memories of the night I’d had with him, and what might be waiting for me tomorrow. The next day moved by at a snails crawl, but finally the time came round for me to leave. It was a difficult part of town to get to, and the journey took a while. I was nearly late, and had to run the last of the distance. I pounded my feet up the drive to the front door and knocked before I even had chance to remember my situation. The door opened at the push of my knock, and I had no idea what was inside. I slowly entered into a small room with a door to one side and a flight of stairs. Any windows were blocked out, and all the light came from dim electric bulbs. The stairs were blocked off by tape reading ‘No Entry’ over and over. On the wall, painted in red paint, there were instructions; 1. Close and lock the door. 2. Strip naked. 3. Enter. The paint was not fresh, and it was not done in a careful hand. Under that, in paint that wasn’t quite so old, read ‘Or leave.’ I closed the door, and twisted the lock till it clicked. Then I waited, standing in the small room, listening for any signs of movement. I couldn’t hear anything, either up the flight of stairs or on the other side of the door. As far as I could tell, I was alone in the building, but I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. There was one sign of life though. Half way up the stairs, a small red light flashed on the top of a CCTV camera that stared straight down towards me and the front door. I stared at it for a moment, then back to the rules on the wall, then the ‘Or Leave’ note. It took me a long time to do it, but finally, I started to kick off my shoes. I unbuckled my belt, undid the button and zip of my jeans and pushed them down, pulling my legs out of them along with my socks. I began making a neat, folded pile of my clothes by the door, then pulled my t-shirt off over my head. Removing my underwear took longer to build the confidence for, but soon enough I was standing in the little room, completely naked. It was not a warm building, and goosebumps began rising all over my skin. My breath caught in my lungs as I opened the door and stepped into the main building. Three people were in the next room, waiting for me. Sitting in a chair was a black guy, bulking with muscle, his head shaved bald, and clad in black leather. He wore a harness crossing over his chest, connected by a silver metal loop, gloves that strained when he moved his hands, boots that looked freshly polished, and chaps that squeezed his bulking legs, and left a fat cock sitting between them. It was huge, and no where near hard, I could already tell just from looking. I couldn’t guess what size it must reach when hard, but just looking at it made my mouth water and chased my nerves away, at least a little. Standing either side of him were two more guys, both white, both incredibly pale and muscular, though not as much as the man between them. They were both completely naked, rock hard, and completely hairless. They both had black tattoos above their hearts, both saying ‘Fucktard’, and the numbers 103 and 132. 103, I realised, was the same number as the man I had met. It was the same guy, I realised after a moments staring, but I could barely recognise him at all. What little hair he had when we met was now completely gone - no stubble on his head, no eyebrows, no armpit hair or body hair of any kind to speak of, he was completely smooth. He was slightly smaller than 132, and his muscles were slightly more prominent, but those were the only distinguishers, other than his tattoo. The room was empty and featureless, other than the chair the black guy sat on, a large box in one corner, and several cameras, all aimed at the chair and the space in front of it. No one said anything, but the black guy gestured at me lazily with one hand, and the two white guys moved towards me. I backed away towards the door, but I barely had time to react before they were on me, one grabbing each arm. They pulled me forwards, half dragging me towards the guy in the chair. When we reached him, someone’s knee slammed into the back of mine, and I dropped down, held up only by the hands on me. Two more hands joined as the black guy reached up and clamped either side of my head in his, tightly squeezing my neck and jaw, though not enough to block my breathing. He examined me, turning my head this way and that, so hard that it hurt. I had no idea what he was looking for as he twisted me around, examining me from different angles. Moving my head back to face him directly, he stared me down. I don’t know how long that lasted, but I did everything I could not to break his gaze. My eyes watered and ached as I kept it up, and his eyes just kept boring into me. I didn’t know why, but I was honestly scared of looking away. Scared of what he might do, or order the two guys holding me to do. I was by far the weakest person in the room and I had no idea what was going on. The force of his voice was what finally got me to flinch. He didn’t shout, but his voice was solid and deep, one that was used to giving orders, and not used to having them questions. “Do you know why you’re here, faggot?” He asked. It was the ‘faggot’ that caused the flinch. At first I nodded, then I realised that beyond something to do with having my brains fucked out of me, I had no idea, so my nod turned into a shake. “You’re here so I can examine you, because #103 thinks you’ve got what it takes to be a Fucktard.” The last word was said forcefully enough to cause another small flinch. The hands holding me down squeezed tighter. “D’ya know what that means?” I did have an answer this time, though I thought for a minute before answering, wondering if I should speak at all. “It… It means they’re really fucking good at fucking. Fucking and sucking, licking, breeding, sharing. Everything.” I tried to recall what 103 had told me two weeks ago. He laughed. “And you think you’re good enough for that? You’re not.” He answered his own question straight away. As he said it, one of his hands curled into a fist and he punched my chest. Not so hard to cause real pain, but it still hurt. He punched my chest again, then in my stomach. The last one was enough to make me feel queasy, and I wouldn’t have remained on my knees if I were not being held there. “Skinny little cunt like you ain’t gonna last five minutes with these two, let alone a party. But a body can be fixed. We don’t need any little faggots, but get a real mans body and maybe there’s a chance.” He continued staring. As I thought, I looked over his muscled body, and remembered the powerful feeling of 103 when he fucked me. Eventually, I nodded. I’d ‘fix my body’ in order feel that again. “Prepare him.” Was all he said after that, and I was pulled back up onto my feet. 132 kept hold of me while 103 went to the box in the corner of the room. I was pushed down to my knees again, and as 103 came back, I heard a buzzing noise. I was given no chance to object as an electric razor was brought to my head, hacking straight through my hair. 132 held my head still as 103 removed any trace of hair longer than a few milimetres from my head. They were both still rock hard, and 103’s dick was bouncing in my face as he worked, slapping me more than once, leaving sticky traces of precum on my lips. When my head was shaved, 132 pulled me back up to my feet. His dick pressed up against my ass as 103 got to work on shaving what little body hair I had that was long enough for the razor. That consisted entirely of the hair around my cock, which he removed with a deft hand. When they’d done all they could with the electric razor, the wax and shaving set came out. I tried to tell myself that I wouldn’t react to the pain of the wax, I wouldn’t embarrassing myself by shouting or screaming. That did not last long, but my reactions didn’t seem to discredit me. They continued working no matter what noises I made, though 132 did cover my mouth while 103 tore away the hair from my legs. The whole while, the guy who called himself the Examiner didn’t move from his chair, silently observing and looking bored, if anything. Soon, almost every trace of hair was removed. I never had much chest hair to call my own, but what little I did have was gone. My arms and legs were smooth, my trail was gone and my cock stood out much more noticeably with all the hair removed. Back on my knees, and my head was covered in some kind of shaving cream. This part, at least, was done slowly. 132 stood in front of me, with his dick right in front of my face, as he held my head completely still. 103’s steady hand slowly stripped off the last tiny traces of my hair. If his hand ever slipped and cut me then I didn’t feel it. A towel was thrown over my head and I wiped off any remaining cream. Then my head was clamped again, by 103, as 132 approached me for the most painful part. 103’s hand covered my mouth, and I couldn’t help but scream into it twice, as each of my eyebrows was ripped off with a strap of wax. After that, I was dragged back to between the Examiner's legs. This time, they dropped me there and went towards the box, rather than holding me in place. “There.” He said as he took hold of my head, examining my freshly shaven skull. “You look a bit more acceptable now. Open your mouth.” My first thought was of his cock, but when I opened my mouth, he brought something up and placed it on my tongue. A little blue pill. Before I could close my mouth again, he tilted my head back and spat into my mouth, with some of it splashing over my lips. “Swallow.” He ordered, and I did so, forcing the unknown pill down my throat with very little fluid. My cock twitched as I tasted his spit. After that, he gestured towards the two white boys. They’d returned with a metal tray full of items. From it, 132 took a rubber tube, which he wrapped around the top of my right arm. He did the same to himself and 103. The Examiner prepared three needles of… something. I didn’t know what. I didn’t ask. My heart started thumping in my chest as I watched him find a vein on 103’s arm. He drew back on the plunger, and I saw a flash of red in the clear liquid, before he pushed the plunger down and injected it all into 103. The needle was pulled out and 103 moved away, taking the cord off his arm. The actions were repeated with 132, who let out a little moan, both when the needle pierced his arm and when the plunger was slammed down into him. He moved away too, and 103 pushed me towards the Examiner, holding my arm out to him. “Last chance to run away, faggot.” He said as he brought the needle to my arm. He looked me in the eye and I stared him down for a minute, before shaking my head. I wasn’t leaving now that they’d made me look like a freak. “Good boy.” He said with a smirk. I winced when the needle cut into my arm, and again when I saw my blood shoot into the syringe, and once more when he pushed the plunger down and filled me with whatever the fuck it was. I was shaking so much that 103 had to help hold my arm still while it was done, but when the rubber tube was pulled off my arm, the sudden warmth that flooded me was incredible. My cock twitched instantly, and I shut my eyes, feeling my body lower to the ground as the sensation washed through me. A surge of warmth, then a surge that felt like electric, and finally a rush of energy. I shot up again to my feet. My lungs were suddenly heaving as my breathing got harder. I could feel my cock getting harder too. I looked down at my completely smooth body, and got even more horny as a rubbed my hands down myself. Instantly, they were on me. 103 and 132 both took hold of me, 103 in front and forcing his mouth against mine, while 132 came from behind, burying his dick between my cheeks and wrapping his arms around me. 103 was a lot more forceful than he had been last time, and though I didn’t hold back either, he still dominated me, showing that he had no problem using his superior strength to overpower me. My cock was rock hard now, and I was desperate to fuck, or get fucked, or suck them both or anything, I just needed it now. It’s safe to say, I got fucked a lot. I don’t know how long I was in that little house for. One minute, I was kissing 103, the next there was one cock in my mouth and another in my ass. Keeping track of which was 103 and which was 132 became impossible pretty quickly. They looked exactly the same, and I just got harder every time I remembered that I was exactly like them, too. I got to fuck, too, though only because the Examiner ordered it. He told me to prove that I could fuck like the best of them, and I did. I pounded both their asses, which put up no resistance. After a while of the three of us fucking each other, the Examiner put a stop to it, calling us back and preparing us for another injection. This time I was all too eager to receive it. When we were done and I was feeling the rush of the second shot, he spoke to them. “Go fuck yourselves.” He said to them, and I realised that it was an instruction, as much as it was an order to leave. They went, and I heard them going upstairs. “Alright, you can keep up with them. One last test; please me.” And for the first time, he stood up. His cock was getting harder, and it must have been at least 9 inches already as it swung heavily between his legs. I dropped to my knees straight away, and licked up the precum that he had been producing, licking up every drop from his skin. Then I began sucking, and the cock continued to grow in my mouth. Fully hard, it might have been more than 12 inches, and so thick that I could barely fit it in my mouth, but I still did everything I could. I sucked on the head as I pumped the rest of it using both hands, slowly working more and more of it down my throat, but I could still barely make a dent on its size. He didn’t complain, though, and guided my head up and down his shaft, to his balls, to the flesh beneath them. Wherever he wanted my head, it went. He moved me further up his body, and I kissed and licked at his muscles. I needed to become like that in order to be a Fucktard, and I was more than willing to do it. He guided me up to his chest, onto his biceps, then shoved my face into his pits, where I smelt and tasted his sweat, which made my cock bounce. It was the best thing I’d ever smelt, and I never wanted it to go away. He moved me to his other pit, which was even better, then back down to his cock. “You want me to fuck you?” He asked, when I started sucking him again. I nodded and moaned. He laughed. “And I bet you honestly think you could take all this, don’t you?” I thought about it - neither of the people who had fucked me tonight had been more than nine inches, and that was by far the most I’d ever taken. Reluctantly, I shook my head. “Too fucking right you can’t.” He pulled me away from his dick and looked me right in the eye. “You know who can? Those little Fucktards upstairs. They became what they are just to take it. ‘Cause the only way little white bitches like you get a cock like this is if your cunt has been absolutely destroyed. You felt it when you fucked them, didn’t you?” I nodded. “You willing to have your cunt destroyed for this?” He gestured to his dick, and I nodded even more enthusiastically. After that, didn’t say anything for a minute. He moved away from me and sat back in his chair, looking me up and down. His cock slapped against his abs and stayed there, untouched, and I so desperately wanted it. My eyes kept darting between his face and his cock, unable to pick one to focus on. My mouth watered, and my ass begged to be stuffed, but he continued just sitting there, considering me. Finally, he spoke. “Alright then. You go upstairs and start working on getting that body fixed. You’ve got three months. We’ll be in touch.” Nothing about his tone suggested I could object, to ask to stay here and keep sucking him off. Even if I’d offered to let him tie my down and make his cock fit in my ass, I knew I was to leave. I got up, and my dick bounced around as I headed out of the room and up the stairs, past the tape. I found 103 and 132 in one of the rooms, and they were on me at once. Soon nothing felt like it existed outside of that bedroom, those two, their cocks and their asses and their mouths. We fucked for hours, in every position imaginable. We took it in turns to double-fuck each of them, and then it was my turn. Just before, 132 produced one more set of needles for us, the last of the night. Taking it meant I felt almost nothing but pleasure when they both pounded my ass afterwards. I woke up alone, with a pounding headache, an achy body and a desperate craving for more. No one was in the house. I searched thoroughly, but the only proof I had that anyone had been there was my own pile of clothes. The trip home felt horrible, I was twitchy as all hell and desperate, both for more drugs and more sex. My hopes for that was soon ruined after I got home. I had a wank the second I was alone, and checked my phone after that. It was a list of instructions. I wasn’t allowed to fuck anyone but a Fucktard. I wasn’t allowed to take anything that wasn’t given to me by a Fucktard. Four times a week, I would receive a location and time, which I was to always make. Wherever I ended up, it was always the same, I’d be met by either 103 or 132, in a place filled with gym equipment. They’d force me to work out, barking orders at me and constantly forcing me to go harder. I never backed away from the challenge, and it wasn’t long before muscle started to take shape, and with each passing day, I looked more and more like them. Twice, I was called back to the house, a month after my first visit and again a month after that. I never saw the examiner again, but I did meet a few more of the Fucktards. Like 103, they were white, pale, muscled, and with a number on their chests along with their name. They were always numbers in between 103 and 132. Both visits went similar to the first - they’d shave and wax me completely smooth, pump me full of drugs and we’d fuck each other all night. Each time, it felt more and more savage, as I understood more and more what they wanted from me. On the second visit, I forced 103 to his knees and made him suck my cock the very first instant I saw him. They performed the entire dehairing process while I kept him there with my dick in his mouth. That was the last time I saw 103, and my training was handled entirely by 132 after that, though he would not tell me why. A week before the day that was three months gone, I received a text that took me to a location. A week after that, on the morning that was three months since my first visit, I stood in front of my full length mirror. I could see nothing of the boy I was three months ago. My body was stunning, pale white, ripped with new muscles, and with a brand new tattoo over my heart. ‘Fucktard #135’. Just as I thought I was ready, my phone vibrated. Another appointment, tonight, at a new location. It was time.

It was Josh's second week home from college for summer vacation, his parents had left for a long weekend, leaving Josh at home on his own, as he had already started his summer job. Most of his friends were not home yet so Josh was wondering around the house naked. It was kind of hot being naked at home, he had gotten used to hanging out naked in his dorm room at college, but wondering around naked at home was kind of kinky and made him hornier than normal. He had found beer in the fridge so he was working on his second one and absentmindedly stroking his cock. He had discovered (well actually finally admitted to himself) that he was gay his freshman year thanks to his roommate (but that is s different story). Unfortunately his roommate had transferred to a different college after freshman year. As Josh went to a small college in a small town he had not been able to find any other guys on campus willing to fool around. It had clearly been pure luck that he and Zach had been paired up as roommates that first year. So he was horny for most of his sophomore year jerking off by himself to online porn. Until he found an ad for phone sex lines. Not as good as sex with his roommate, but he found it hotter to talk with guys on the phone than watching porn. Porn was the same every time you watched it while the phone line was different every time, different guys, into different things, most importantly it was interactive. He and Zach had been pretty vanilla, just your basic horny 18 year olds, sucking and fucking. Although there had been a LOT of sucking and fucking. But you could explore a lot different activities on the phone. Josh had started off just talking about sucking and fucking, but soon with the safety of it just being on the phone - not "real" he was soon talking about anonymous sex, groups, barebacking, even a little bondage... and once in awhile he talked with older guys who were into younger. Every call was different, and that excited him. So there he was a little buzzed, naked, horny, and home alone. So he went to his room to get his phone. It would be hot to spread out naked on the living room rug and jerk off while talking dirty with someone. But damn, when he found his phone he realized that he had forgotten to recharge it last night and it was down to 10% of the battery. He plugged it in, and with the the cord he could almost reach the bed, but he had been turned on by the thought of jerking off in the formal living room. Then he remembered that the phone line was "free with only regular long distance charges" and as his parents had an unlimited national plan it would not show up on the phone bill so he could use his parents phone and they would never know. He went downstairs, his cock rock hard jutting straight out of his pubes, and grabbed the cordless phone and went into the living room. There were two different lines that Josh called, and he had both numbers memorized, and just instinctively dialed one. He ended up calling the one that that saved your outgoing message. He was thinking about what type of message he would record when he got to the portion of the menu when he got the recording "press 1 to reuse your existing outgoing message, press 2 to hear your existing outgoing message, or press 3 to record a new message". He was about to press three when he stopped. What prerecorded message? He had never called the line from this phone before.... Did the phone company somehow know that his cell phone was tied to his parents land line somehow? That would just be way to creepy, So, curious, he pressed 2. He was stunned when he heard his father's voice: " Hey guys. Married dad here. Wife is out and I am home alone. I've been" Josh's thumb just automatically hit the disconnect button. He stared at the phone, and then not really realizing what he was doing redialed and hit the 2 again " Hey guys. Married dad here. Wife is out and I am home alone. I've been happily married and "straight" for a long time until last summer when suddenly I remembered how much I liked fucking around with guys when I was younger. It's my son, that got me thinking about it. He's in college now and has developed this smoking hot body - I noticed it when he was home last summer when he would be out by the pool. Damn--- he has a sweet smooth tight body and if anything over the last year he has gotten hotter. He gets home for the summer next week and I can't wait to see him getting out of the pool dripping wet again. He wears kind of baggy swim trunks, and you should see how his wet suit clings to his perfect round ass and fuck.... in the front the suit just clings to his cock and balls - I mean even coming out of the pool he looks like he has a huge cock. Fuck, He just drove me crazy last summer.... I started to wonder what his cock tastes like? .... What his cum tastes like?... What his ass would taste like? .... What his ass would feel like on my cock?..... Do you think his ass would feel as good on my raw cock as his mother's pussy did when she was that age? And I've been thinking about what would it be like to see him on his knees sucking my cock, swallowing the same cum that made him. Any of you other guys feel that way about your son? Any of you young guys think that way about your dad? How do you feel about it? How the fuck do you deal with those urges? ....... Damn you should see how hard my big dick is right now just talking about this. Hit me up with a message guys - I really need to blow a load" FUCK!!!!! Josh's cock was rock hard. He hadn't realized that he had been stroking his cock while listening to his dad's message. Josh looked down at his hand stroking his dick. Fuck!! what was he doing?..... he took his hand off his dick and clicked off the phone and and dropped it on the sofa as it were a hot burning lump of coal. He fled the living room, He tried to forget it...... Went to get another beer.... No - this was more of a scotch problem. So he went into his dad's study and poured a stiff shot of single malt .... It didn't help. His cock was still sticking straight out from the tangle of blond pubes and there was a long line of precum leaking out of his piss slit. He absentmindedly started stroking his cock using all that precum for lube, fuck that felt good. SHIT, what the FUCK was he doing?!?!? He took his hand off of his dick. He went to put the cordless phone back in its charger, but the second he picked it up he just instinctually dialed the number again, hit 2 and listed to his fathers voice leaving that outgoing message again, stroking his cock. As he listened, he looked down, "ya dad, I guess I do have a big dick don't I?" As soon as the message was over he hung up. Went back into the study and poured himself another scotch, a bit stronger this time, wandering around his dad's study, he sat down in the big desk chair, damn the black leather did feel good on his naked skin. He picked up a framed photo on his dads desk. Just one of those candid shots his mom liked to take. It was from last summer, while his dad had been out was cooking at the grill. His dad was wearing a t-shirt and shorts - Josh was in his wet swim suit showing off the beginning of tan on his lean, smooth, hairless chest, with just a hint of a treasure tail poking out of the waistband. They both had their arms on each others shoulders and they both had big happy grins. His dad did have a good build for a guy his age. Fuck! Josh had thought it just a nice photo before now.... now?... why? ... what?.....Why was this the photo his dad had on his desk where he would see it every day. He left the room. He found himself back in the living room staring at the phone and he noticed he still had that photo in his hand. He finished the scotch and then reached down and picked up the phone again and dialed, and started stoking his cock, looking at the photo as he again hit "2." This time when the message was over he didn't hang up, he just hit 2 again and kept stroking his cock, looking at the picture of him and his dad. "You should see how his wet suit clings to his perfect round ass and fuck.... in the front the suit just clings to his cock" His free flowing precum was making his cock really slippery. "Do you think his ass would feel as good on my raw cock as his mother's pussy did when she was that age?" Not realizing what he was doing his started to finger his ass. Damn that felt good.... he hadn't had a cock in his ass for a year, not since his roommate had fucked him their last night together freshman year. He hit 2 again..."I started to wonder what his cock tastes like?" He stuck two fingers in his mouth getting them wet.... "What his cum tastes like?" He hit two again, he has his two spit coated fingers all the way up his ass now, milking his prostate "Do you think his ass would feel as good on my raw cock as his mother's pussy did when she was that age?" He blew a huge load of cum all over himself. He hung up and looked at the pool of cum on his flat smooth stomach. Then he took his finger and scooped some of it up and ate it. He had never tasted his own cum before - had never been curious about it before, but after listening to his fathers message he wanted to know, what did his cum taste like? Nice! He liked it. He slowly scooped up the rest, enjoying the sensation of eating his own cum. Fuck, he wondered, "what would his fathers cum would taste like?" he thought as he slowly pulled his fingers out of his ass.

i luv the "DARK MASTER"

HAIL666, POZ NO MEDS, SERVING MY MASTER.

Part 5 We froze. I could feel Mitch's heart pound in his chest. I instantly felt bad for him. He had so much to lose. Me, I was a nobody, but Mitch could have his whole life ruined right now. I got out from between Mitch's legs, my cock pulling out of his ass, dragging some cum with it. Even though we had been caught, I still tried to cover myself and so did Mitch. From the corner walked a man I didn't immediately recognize. Mitch obviously did as all the blood drained from his face. "Do you want to tell your "friend" who I am, Miller?" the man said. Mitch just stayed silent. "I'm assistant coach Jenkins." he said, looking at me. "You boys are in some deep shit." "Coach...." Mitch started. "Shut up!" He demanded. "You think you can do what you want Miller? You think you're so goddamn special you can just come in here whenever you want so your boyfriend can Fuck you? Does the team know you're a faggot Miller?" "I....I'm not a," "SHUT UP! I know what I saw! You were taking it up the ass like a queer! And you were loving it!" Mitch's eyes welled up with tears and my heart broke for him. "Coach..I...." "I won't tell you again to SHUT UP!" Coach Jenkins walked up to Mitch and stood in his face. "It seems I have the upper hand. You see boy, you seem to forget that nowdays everybody has a camera with them at all times. I saw some lights on in here and came to investigate, and I could hear you boys. So I snuck in to see you on your back, legs spread like a whore, moaning while your boyfriend cornholed you. And I got pictures to prove it." A tear rolled down Mitch's cheek as he realized how fucked he was. "Now here's the thing. I can keep a secret. You're lucky I was the one who caught you. Had another coach caught you, he would have strung you up. But my secret keeping comes at a price." "Yes coach.....whatever you want." "Damn right whatever I want. Now it just so happens I like a nice piece of ass, and you're going to give it too me." Mitch's jaw dropped as he realized what exactly was about to happen. But he didn't say a word. Coach Jenkins started to unbuckle his pants as he said, "take off your gear boy." Mitch nervously removed his pads, cleats, and jockstrap, and stood naked in front of his assistant coach, his face flushing with shame. "Suck me boy!" He said as he dropped his pants and underwear revealing a large, black cock. "I've never sucked a cock..." he started to say. Which is true, he never sucked mine. "DO IT BOY!" Coach Jenkins ordered him. Mitch sank to his knees, trembeling as he took a cock into his mouth for the first time. "Good boy. That's it, suck it boy, get it good and wet." Mitch slobbered on the coaches cock, trying to fit it in his mouth. As the coaches cock grew, I could tell it was larger than even Mitch's cock was. Mitch just tried his best to get it wet. Coach pulled it out of his mouth and said, "get on the bench!" Mitch obediently laid back as the coach moved between his legs. I could see the fear in Mitch's eyes as coach lined his big cock up to the pink hole that leaked a little of my cum. Coach gripped his cock and started to force the head into Mitch's hole. Mitch took a deep breath and grimaced as the coach popped his head past the anal ring. He held it still for a moment, then started to slide all the way in. Mitch continued to breath deep as the coach buried what had to be 10 inches in the tight, pink hole. "Oh yea...." groaned the coach. "Been a long time since I had a nice piece of ass! You've got a nice one Miller!" With that he started to slowly Fuck in and out of Mitch. My cum load provided lube, and soon the coach was sliding his full length in and out, from tip to balls. Mitch started moaning as the coach fucked him. "On yea boy. I knew you'd like my cock. Looks like football isn't your only talent!" I just stood there mesmerized at the spectical in front of me. I couldn't believe how hot it was to watch the man I loved taking a big, black cock, and loving it. To watch that big pole slide in and out, while extasy covered his beautiful face made my own cock rock hard. I wasn't even jealous. I was loving what I was seeing. "Tell me boy." said the coach. "Tell me how much you love it." "Oh God coach. Fuck me. I fucking love it. Give me your big cock!" The coach, encouraged, increased his pace and was soon pounding Mitch's hole as hard as he could. "Take it boy! Take my big black cock like a whore!" "FUCK ME!!" yelled Mitch. "Fuck that hole coach!" "Oh yea boy! Fuckin great pussy! I'm gonna have to fuck it more often. Fuckin great quarterback pussy! I'm cumming boy! Take it whore!" "Give it to me! Give me all you've got! Fill me up!" With that the coach let out a howl and went rigid as he pumped my man full of his cum. He must have cum gallons as I could see cum leaking out down his balls. Coach pulled out of Mitch and wiped his cock off on Mitch's shorts. "Now get out of here boys! And Miller, I'll let you know next time I want a piece of that ass." "Yes coach." Mitch said as we quickly dressed and left the locker room. We walked back to the house in silence, neither of us sure what to say. When we got home I just went to my room and Mitch went to his. It wasn't long before I heard a knock on my door. I opened it and Mitch walked in and sat on my bed. I just sat next to him. "Cole," he began, "I liked it. A lot. I don't know man. Am I gay, or what?" I just looked at him. "I don't know if it's as simple as that. I'm gay. I know that. But maybe you're bi. Or just having fun. Don't sweat it man. You'll figure it out. Just do what feels good." With that, Mitch started kissing me and pulling out clothes off. "I saw how turned on you were as he was fucking me. Did you like watching?" "Yes I did Mitch. It was so hot to see his cock sliding in and out of you, and you enjoying it." "I did enjoy it, it felt awesome. But you know what? As great as it felt, it wasn't you. I like you." My heart almost burst as we kissed passionately and he pulled me into him. My cock quickly found his hole. His wet, well fucked hole, and I eagerly slipped it inside him while he moaned into my mouth. He wrapped his arms and legs around me, engulphing me in his large, muscular frame as I plowed his cum filled hole. Soon I was pumping another load of cum into the quarterback, MY quarterback, as his cock shot off between us, coating our chests and stomachs. After we had calmed down, I went to grab something to wipe us off. " Leave it." Mitch said. "I want it to dry on us while we sleep." He just wrapped his arms around me and held me tight as we drifted off.

Part 3 I woke up late the next morning, a smile on my face. I was in love. I didn't care if Mitch was straight and just wanted a hole to get off in. He had me hooked. My dick was rock hard thinking about my god. I thought about jerking off, but I wanted to save it for tonight. Mitch had said he'd be back tonight, and I hoped with all my heart he would. The house was pretty empty, most everyone was in class, so the main bathroom on the second floor was empty. It was a large bathroom. Along one wall was a row of 5 sinks. The opposite side had two toilets and two urinals. The back wall had a large shower with 4 shower heads. I had the shower to myself this morning and I enjoyed a nice hot one, not feeling rushed. My face was under the warm flow when......SMACK! Mitch had joined me in the shower and announced his presence with a hard slap on my wet ass. "Sup bitch?" he laughed at me. "You're late for class. Did I wear you out last night?" I felt myself blush at his comment. "It will take more than that, fucker." I retorted. "Oooooo, sounds like a challenge." he mocked me. "I've got lots of stamina......and cum." I laughed as I tried not to stare at his naked, wet body as he soaped himself up. He noticed and slyly let the soap pop out of his hand. "Oops.....dropped the soap." he teased, bending over very slowly to pick it up, diplaying his perfect ass to me in all it's glory. Oh god he was evil! As he stood up and turned to me. "I love to piss in the shower," he whispered to me as he started to let go a flow. "No since wasting water in a toilet when it just goes down the drain." He moved toward me and aimed his pissing dick right on my crotch. That did it. My dick sprung up instantly, much to my embarrassment. God I hoped another brother didn't walk in right now. "Looks like you like that." he grinned. "Ok, knock it off idiot! What if someone comes in?" I was truely worried about getting caught. "No one's here." he said as he moved behind me and aimed his piss right on my asshole. I moaned a bit at his brazenness. He reached around and squeezed my hard cock. "Dude! Not here!" I loudly whispered as I elbowed him in his stomach. His rock hard stomach. He just laughed and moved under his showerhead. "Chicken." "Yea I am." I laughed. I couldn't help it. I know he was just being goofy. He wouldn't really risk his own reputation. We turned the showers off and grabbed our towels. I quickly dried off and pulled my underwear on hoping it would help hide my hard on in case someone walked in. I decided to grab my stuff and head out of there. I knew if I stayed and watched him shave, I'd be a puddle, so I made my exit. "I gotta go, get to class." "All right bitch. Be ready for tonight." he winked at me, giving my ass another slap on the way out. Classes were lost on me that day. My head was only in one place. Mitch. How did I get so lucky? He could have anybody. Was he really gay, or just experimenting, or what? Maybe he was bi. All I know is I would cherish every moment for as long as it lasted. And I promised myself I wouldn't let him break my heart, no matter what. He showed up at dinner looking unshowered again after practice. He knew the smell of him drove me crazy. Tonight he sat next to me at the table, making sure I was able to smell him well. It was heaven just sitting next to him. After dinner Mitch and a few of the guys went to have some beers over at Theta Beta. I was invited but stayed home to study. Yea, I'm a nerd. It was getting late when I went to bed. I don't know why I even tried to sleep. I knew I was just going to wait up for him. God I hoped he showed up. He had said he was, but he went out, and maybe he was staying out. Maybe he hooked up with a chick. I was starting to drive myself crazy when my door opened. He stood there with his finger to his lips. "Shhhh....be vewy qwiet." he said imitating Elmer Fudd. "I'm hunting faggots..." I laughed as he shut the door. He pulled his shirt off as he approached the bed, sitting at the foot of it. He swung his legs up so his feet were next to my head. "Take my shoes and socks off." I did as told, pulling off his sneakers, then his white socks, leaving his bare feet next to my face. He placed one foot over my nose and I breathed in the heavenly aroma of his sweaty feet. My cock sprung up as I inhaled his smell like it was a drug. "Lick them." he instructed me. I stuck out my tongue and ran it from his heel, across his arch, and up to his toes. He moaned at the touch and I went crazy. I licked every inch of his big, jock feet. I sucked his toes and licked between them, cleaning every bit of the days sweat off them while he moaned and encouraged me. Pulling his feet away, I whimpered a bit at the loss. He pulled his shorts off and grabbed my arm, pulling me to him, pushing my head to his cock. I happily opened my mouth to accept him. I started to suck, but he told me to hold still. Then it started. A hot flow of piss filling my mouth. I just swallowed it down, gulping desperately, not wanting to waste a single drop. "Oh man that feels good. You love that don't you bitch? You like drinking my piss, you dirty faggot." I just moaned my agreement as he emptied his beer filled bladder down my throat. When he finished he kept his cock in my mouth and started pumping it in and out. Like last night he pushed it balls deep down my throat. I relaxed and took it, massaging it with my throat as best I could. His moans told me I was doing a good job. Soon he was giving me his hot load. He pulled out of my throat and shot into my mouth so I could really taste him. His cum tasted like honey to me. I swallowed down his copious load. As soon as he finished he pushed me back on the bed and grabbed my vaseline. "I know you fucked me the other night. Now I want to know if I like it." Holy shit! He was going to take my cock! He greased up my throbbing shaft and his asshole, then straddled my stomach. He grabbed my cock and placed the tip at the enterence to his amazing ass. He slowly sat on it, pausing for a moment when I first entered him, then slid down the length of my 7 incher. "Ooooohhhhh fuck." he moaned as he hit the bottom. "That feels amazing!" He placed his hands on my chest and started to ride up and down on my pole. "Oh God yes! Oh Jesus! That is so good. Fuck!" After he rode me for a couple of minutes, I got bold and pushed him backwards off me. He knew what I wanted as I crawled between his legs and he grabbed his ankles, spreading his ass open. I grabbed his trunk like thighs and slammed my dick right up his shitter. His eyes rolled back in his head as he let out a long, low moan. "Whose the faggot now bitch?" I taunted him. "You like that don't you?" I pounded him as hard as I could. "Look at the quarterback taking it like a bitch!" "Oh God Cole....Fuck me man! Do it!" I pounded him for as long as I could before I blew a huge load in his guts. Mitch just grabbed my ass and pulled me into him as much as he could while I shot over and over into him. I lay back spent, but didn't have time to rest. Mitch had my legs in the air and the vaseline on his cock before I could blink. He pushed his hard cock deep into me in one thrust. I cried out in pain but he just put his mouth on mine and silenced me. That's how the Fuck went. Not a word. Just him kissing me deep and hard while he deep dicked me, our bodies slapping together. He didn't even pull his mouth off when he came, he just grabbed my lower lip between his teeth and bit it as he filled my guts with his juice. He collapsed on the bed next to me, and soon started snoring. I didn't try to wake him. I just pulled his arm over my body and snuggled into him and slept.

I am a nice clean cut guy, in my late 40's, but look younger - and get to the gym often enough to keep my flat stomach and "relatively" tight lean build. I'm the type that puts on his suit and tie everyday to go to the office - where I spend far too much time in a very demanding stress inducing job. I am out - so that is not a problem at least. And if you looked at me you would assume I was really vanilla when it comes to sex.... and up to recently you would be right. Very vanilla and always play safe, mostly a top - but do bottom sometimes (and I do sometimes like the taste of cum) but those few times I have been fucked were ALWAYS safe. I have had numerous boy friends over the years... nothing really lasted more than a year - sometimes two... but I would get over it and move on... nothing too emotionally devastating. But my last one got to me - I had really fallen hard for him, - so when he dumped me I took it hard. I was still really horny all the time, but found it hard to find guys to hook up with. Now that we have all assimilated almost the gay bars are closed so if you want to hook up - you have to go online... and that didn't really work for me, hard to tell from a photo if the chemistry is a match.... cause horny as I was - even for just a hook up, I still needed to feel some actual connection with the guy to fuck around. So about three years ago I stated going to the male massage therapists that advertised in the "men for men" massage section. I enjoyed the seduction that the good ones would use. Most of the time I got an amazing hand job, and sometimes I would play with their cocks too... - but all safe - I mean what is safer than a hand job? But even though I earn very good money, the hot masseurs are not cheap... and so somehow, I think one of my friends talked out them - I found an ad for a free phone chat line...and started calling. I was hooked. Most nights I would come home late from work, make a drink, strip down and call the line... and soon I was spending hours on the line... 4, 5 nights a week. Edging my cock while I had phone sex with the other guys. And I soon discovered that while you "could" sometimes have hot phone sex, and still be safe and vanilla - soon I was chatting with guys who were into three ways, WS, and .... barebacking. I was soon hooked and only talked with the guys who liked to do it "raw", "Bareback", "unwrapped" and damn,,, when guys started talking about "unprotected" and it was way hotter. Then I was talking with guys into "risky" sex, damn I would get SOOOOO HARD!.... I still remember that huge load I shot all over myself, while a that first guy was phone fucking me with this "big uncut raw cock", and when he started getting close, he started telling me how he was going to fill me up with his "dirty cum".... FUCK!!!!! Soon I was hunting out the other guys into "breeding" the guys who liked to talk about "pozzing my neg ass" - It drove me wild. It was weird how in "real Life" I had mostly been a total top.... but on the phone I was turning into a "total cum dump slut bottom." I guess it was my reaction to gay being so totally "normal" now. When I was young and just coming out... just sucking cock or fucking guys was so,,, "dangerous" ... even "edgy"... but now... ? Hey don't get me wrong, I am all for our civil rights... gay marriage...( I was even getting close to proposing to my ex before he dumped me). But when you are a nice , clean cut, WASP in a suit and tie.... you need a little danger in your life. The adult movie theaters were closed, the bars where you could get sucked of in the bathroom were closed.... and so now on the phone I found it. I found the equivalent of the back room of a leather bar, I found that edginess that I had been missing. And best of all.... it was still TOTALY safe!.... I mean I could "talk" all I wanted about breeding guys, or getting bread.... about anonymous train runs on my ass.... or "fucking a guy and watching other guys use my cum for lube as they used the bitches ass next".....I could TALK about being s "cum slut whore for poz cum." Hell sometimes I could even pretend to be poz myself and tell some twink that I was breeding his ass. But I was a whore for poz cum only on the phone. The only guys I actually did anything physically with were the Masseurs I would go to sometimes. And that brings me to "C" there was just something about him that I liked - kind of unassuming.... nice looking but not "HOT". He had worked in the Bio research filed and lost his job in '08 in the crash when the startup he was working at closed, so he started giving massage. And he gave a nice one. and was not as expensive as some of the other guys I went to. So when I found out he did out calls, I had him over, I was comfortable around him. I had arranged all my appointments with him by email and so I did this time to. I asked him how he did his outcalls, wondering if he "traveled with a table - if so he could set up in the living room in front of my gas fireplace... or we could use some mats on the floor of the living room...or on my bed"... he replied that he had a table, so we set a time..... It was a nice massage, - One thing I forgot to tell you about him was that in the massages at his place he would slowly undress himself during the massage, and that he was in his way a total top, but he had this little skinny 4" dick. Which I would end up playing with an jerking him off.... and then he would then jerk me off.... In our cock-size obsessed gay community - there was something kind of hot about how confident and assertive he could be with such a small cock. The other interesting thing about "C" was after the first massage at my place, he had just finished jerking me off and had kind of cleaned up the "mess" but then he just leaned over the table and kind of hugged me..... gently caressing me... very slowly..... it was nice, but I kept thinking that it must be kind of uncomfortable for him... bending over like that... so after like 10 minutes of this... I finally said..."this is really nice...but you must be uncomfortable like that....would you like to move to my bed?" - to my surprise,... he said yes, so we went to the bedroom and just cuddled, and he ended up spending the night, which was really kind of nice.... I hadn't actually, literally "slept" with anyone since I had been dumped. - nothing else happened, just slept together. the next morning he got up and left... (and I tipped him extra, for his extra time). Over the next year I had about four sessions with him... all the same... nice massage - I jerk of his little dick, he jerked me off... and then moved into the bedroom. But then last year just got crazy, partly work, partly life, and mostly the weather - that winter with so much snow that there were no parking spaces to invite anyone over. But then just last month,... I was going through old emails... and found our email chains... so found one - deleted out some of the general chat about miscellaneous things, but enough of the history so he might remember which former client I was.(including my very first one to him where I asked about Table v. Bed) and emailed him to ask if he were free for an appointment. He got back to me right away, to say yes this next Friday worked, and said that if it was OK, could we work on the bed this time... his table was really big, heavy and cumbersome. I of course said yes, that would be fine... and then spent the rest of the week (this was on Monday) horny as fuck, wondering (fantasizing) how his bed massage would differ from the table massage. I got home from work early, showered and got ready (I had washed the sheets the night before). "C" showed up right on time, I noticed he was looking a little scruffier than before, baggy stained chinos and he had, well not a beard, but more than just a 5'oclock shadow,,,, but somehow it looked sexy to me. We chatted in the living room for awhile, and then he said... "so should we start? - I just need a bowl and have you remind me where your microwave is so I can heat up the massage ointment." (he didn't use an oil which was nice but some sort of cream that he thinned with water and then heated. I remember it being slippery - an yet it did not leave any oily residue. I got him set up - and showed him where the bathroom was if he needed to clean up and went into the bedroom and striped, an lay down, naked on the bed. He came in shortly after. At our previous appointments he had always started off in a tank top (which hinted at his nice furry chest) an shorts... an during the course of the massage, they would slowly one by one come off. This time as I looked over to watch him come in - he was still fully dressed in his street cloths, but then slowly undressed, - fully - skipping that pretense of it being a "legit" massage by starting off wearing the tank top and shorts. Even though he was naked from the beginning, he started off with a normal legit massage, and soon, - I started to mellow out an I felt the knots in shoulders and back being loosened, he then went down an worked on my legs... and then my gluts.... and then he got up on the bed and felt his legs between mine has he knelt on the bed.... he drizzled more massage ointment onto my legs, ass and back, and then his hands started just above my knees, as he slid them up my legs, my ass and then my back. As his hands reached my neck, he was now laying on top of me,,, I could feel his furry chest against my back and his pubes, and small cock against my ass. then he slid down again.... he did that several times, it felt great - and I was totally relaxed now,.... getting very mellow when his hands were working my legs, and up, reaching my ass, but not just sliding past it - but massaging my smooth ass cheeks, and then his thumb sliding into the ass crack, just sliding over my hole... I involuntarily let out a low moan, so he redoubled his efforts. Soon - not just his thumbs were working my crack, but his hands too. He drizzled more of the hot lotion right on my crack - holding it open with one hand while he poured. Then both hands... fingers teasing my ass lips, the one well lubed finger sliding in - just the tip and he out, then in again deeper, and I let out another moan... and as he pulled out and started to slide his finger in again I just naturally raised my ass up welcoming his finger into me, deeper, as he massaged my prostate .... another moan - deeper and longer escaped me..... he kept it up for awhile.... the whole time he was massaging the inside of my ass with his finger... his other hand was busy massaging the outside of my ass. I was in heaven. After a while he pulled out and I whimpered a little... but then I felt his chin... with what I would discover was the perfect amount of stubble, right at the bottom of my spine, and then it slowly..... very slowly slid up my spine... just grazing ... my back, all the way up to my neck where his chin nuzzled me...and I could feel his hot breath on my cheek..... and I could feel his steel hard little dick sliding up and down my very well lubed ass crack. Damn - it felt..... I don't know - I was totally mellowed out from the massage (which is why his finger could so easily slide into my ass) and yet I was also tingling..... like I had never felt before.... it was as if the universe was centered right at the lips to my ass. I felt his breath on my cheek and he even nibbled my earlobe, his stubble was rubbing my neck sending shivers down my spine. His fury chest was rubbing against my back, and his cock was sliding in my ass crack, - teasing my hole.... sliding over it but never INTO it. HOW.. how the fuck could something that small be driving me crazy, turning me, a guy who had only been fucked a few times, into someone who with every fiber of his being needed to be fucked. Needed to be fucked without a condom, bareback. I wanted.... no I NEEDED to be fucked - and to be fucked RAW. I had talked about it on the phone so much that I needed to actually do it. My arms had been up over my head during the massage, so I lowered them both to my sides, and then as he lifted his crotch up a bit I got my right hand in between us. finding his cock.... so slippery with the lotion. I formed a fist and he started to fuck my fist. making little murmuring noises of his own into my ear. I whimpered in reply. Then - I couldn't help it... I lifted my ass a little and tried to guide his cock into my ass. He resisted. I tried again. I reached back with left hand, trying to grab his ass so he could not pull away - while trying to push my ass back onto his cock. "Are you sure" he whispered into my ear. "Yes" I hissed. "I charge extra if you want a real 'penetrating' massage" "Fine ... yes... please?" I said tying to push my ass onto his cock. "Are you sure?" he said teasing me by slipping the tiny head of his dick past the 1st ring of my ass and then pulling out. He had me so relaxed from the massage and had opened me up so well with his finger, and everything was so slippery with the lotion that it had slipped right in. And little though it was, in my nearly virgin ass I felt it. "It's an extra hundred, for the penetrating massage." he said, his lips right next to my ear, so that his scruff was tickling my ear- driving me even crazier as he poked the head of his cock into me again and the puling out. "But that does include my special 'massage lotion' you get with it, and I will make sure it gets massaged in well" "Fuck ya... yes.... YES!....... please..... I need it" I whimpered as I tried backing my ass onto his cock.... clearly the year of bareback talk on the phone line had done something to my defenses... I didn't even stop to say, hey put a condom on and then fuck me..... I knew it had to be his raw cock... I wanted to have him cum in me,... and somehow that fact that I was paying for it... not that I really "thought" about it at the time.... but somewhere in the back of my lizard brain I knew - and that made it even hotter... knowing that I was going o pay a man $100 to be the first unprotected dick I ever took up my ass. I was going to pay a man $100 to cum in me. And somewhere there floating around was hearing his voice saying "But that does include my special 'massage lotion' you get with it"....... "You sure?" he asked one more time. "YEEESSSS, pleeeaseee" I replied. I grabbed his cock with my right hand and guided to my welcoming hole. I felt his head find the opening, an he started to push, I moved my hand back to my side and arching my back I raised my ass up a bit more so that he could fully penetrate me. It was AMAZING to feel him enter me. to feel his raw, unprotected cock enter my ass. I FELT IT. That echoed in the back of my brain. Not only the sensation of being fucked for the first time in years, but the first time I had ever felt skin on skin - instead of the barrier of latex. Even though he was small..... I felt totally full.... I had never had a sexual experience like this. I felt so .... totally..... connected . I let out a long low guttural moan has his cock sank into me, and he let out a contented sigh. Feeling his cock (small but DAMN it was like a piece of steel) jabbing into me.... he would pull all the way and then jab back in, sometimes sliding right back into the hole, other times, just missing the hole and stabbing into my now oversensitive lips of my ass before going into me. other times not pulling out all the way - just almost and then fucking in again. He had started off with slow steady strokes, but he sped up as the fuck went along - more jagged thrusts rather then smooth strokes. His breath was doing the same thing. His contented sigh when he first entered into me, had turned into murmurings, and then grunts and then his breath became as ragged as his fucking.,.. jerky, .... primal.... I had stated off with my ass slightly raised, but midway though the fuck I was flat on my stomach, my own rock hard cock being thrust into the mattress with each of his thrusts. It did not take him long.... three, maybe four minutes - but what a four minutes. "Here it comes" he said trough gritted teeth into my ear.... "that .... special.....massage... lube ... " he was giving me a HARD brutal jab with each word "you... paid..aaaahhhhhhaaa" he stopped breathing for a second,"...... fooooor." the last word was said as he jabbed one last very hard time into my ass as he came. I felt him. I felt his entire body tense and release, as he came. My first load... fuck..... as his body slammed up against me that last time, something happened.... in one kind of cosmic moment where you can see everything at the same time.... feel everything at the same time.... I realized.... my phone sex fantasy life had become real.... I could see myself face down in my bed... being fucked, being fucked raw, "C" was not wearing a condom that would catch all of his cum that was spurting..... and spurting.... and spurting out of his piss slit. No, all of that cum that had been milked out of his testicles, up the urethra, out of his penis, had been injected into my rectum. His cock had just fucked my faggot pussy. HE. HAD. JUST. BRED. ME! I had just taken my first load. And I had fucking paid for it. $100 cash. I also FELT it... felt his raw unprotected dick in my ass, yes - only 4 inches.... a tiny cock.... but I felt it - I felt it unload into me. I felt each spurt - damn his balls made a LOT of cum. What the fuck had I done... all those years of being "good" of being "safe" of always,,,, ALWAYS using condoms... what had I done,.....who the fuck cares... I was cuming now... onto the sheets that my cock had been trapped against..... ARRRRGGGGHHHHGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! fuck.....His cock was still cumming as I came, and my orgasm made my ass spasm around his cock.... I could hear him grunt one more time as my ass milked one more spurt of cum, out o his cock, into my welcoming ass. It was the most amazing orgasm I had ever had. "C" had collapsed on top o me now.... his breath still ragged - as was mine..... After a little while "C" finally rolled off of me. He took the towel and gently wiped all the excess lotion off my ass and then his cock and crotch. Then I felt his finger tips on my ass lips and felt as they very slowly traced up my spine up to my neck then back down to my ass and then back up again to my neck. He leaned down and said "ok Paul time to roll over" I was still in my blissful fog but did as I was told and he continued with the rest of the massage. This was normally when he would have given me a nice hand job but as that was not necessary this time he just continued with a slow gentle massage and then lay down next to me and placed his arm over my chest. "Feel better?" He asked "mmmmm" I replied sleepily as I nestled into his embrace. I felt safe and protected in his arms like that. Looking back of course those two words, "safe" and "protected", were the two last things I ever should have felt. He had arrived for the appointment at 8:00 it was now not quite 10:00 but after just a little cuddling we both drifted off to sleep. At our other sessions we had woken up in the middle of the night and cuddled some more before drifting off to sleep again. But this time, I at least did not wake up until early morning. When I did drift awake I found myself on my side with C on his side behind me - his arm around my chest and his cock nestled in my crack - not fully hard but not totally soft either. I reached back behind me and took his cock in my hand- slowly massaging it to full erection and then turned around and slid down and took his cock in my mouth. I had never had it in my mouth before and I found it very exciting to taste the cock that had been in my ass just a few hours before. After sucking him for a little while I felt him stir and moan as he drifted wake "this is a nice way to wake up. I looked up and smiled at him with his cock still in my mouth. After a few more minutes I left his cock and moved back up to lie next to him. "So how far in advance do I need to book my next appointment?" "That all depends, every week is different." "Well" I said reaching down and stroking his still hard cock "I was wondering if you had room in your schedule this morning?" "Hmmm" he replied has I felt his hand, that hand been holding the back of my neck, he started to slide his fingers down my spin to my crack, his fingernails were not clipped short, they were not "long" but I felt a shiver as I felt their sharpness graze the skin down my back and I felt his fingers, and the nails starting to play with my hole again. The contrast between the softness of his fingertips and the sharpness of he nails was exciting. "I might be able to fit you in my schedule, do you think you can fit me in you?" He said as two fingers with their sharp nails started to work his way in. My breath caught in my throat with a quick intake as I felt him enter me. As his fingers entered me and he heard my breathing catch, I felt his cock, which I still had wrapped in my fist, twitch. I took my thumb and wiped it over the head of his cock and felt the precum leaking out of his piss slit. I wiped that gently around the head of his cock and felt his cock twitch in my hand again. "Can you give me another 'penetrating massage?" "Sure" he said leaning over to my ear, giving my earlobe a quick nip and that scruff of his on my neck sent a shiver down to my ass. "But" he whispered into my ear "it will cost you an extra $100." "That seems only fair" I replied as I rolled over onto my stomach and spread my legs. He was kneeling between my again. He reached over to the bedside table where the bowl of ointment was and scoped some into his fingers and started to massage my ass crack and then I felt his slicked up finger enter me. I groaned, spread my legs a bit wider and raised my ass, presenting my hole to him as if I were a bitch in heat. Which actually was how I felt. This time I was not wanting to take him into me because he had spent an hour relaxing me, massaging me, teasing me. No this time was purposeful. Wanting. Wonton. I reached over and got some of the lotion on my fingers and reached back to find his cock. I found it, hard and waiting for me. I grabbed and started to stroke it lubing it. He took his finger from my ass and took my hand off of his cock and lay down on top of me. "Are you sure?"- his lips and stubble were again brushing against my ear as he whispered the question to me. I answered by again reaching back. He lifted his hips so I could get my hand between us and grabbed his cock, and lifting my ass a bit guided hi cock to the entrance of my hole. "Yes. Give it to me." I took my hand away and he pushed in. I was not as relaxed and loose as I had been the night before but I was just as desperate for it to happen and pushed back to take his cock as he pushed forward to take my ass. Again he started off slowly but then started to fuck harder, rougher than the night before. "Yes, yes" I hissed as he fucked me. "Oh yessss..." My arms were up over my head, my fingers clutching into the pillows as he fucked in and out of my ass. His hands had been on my shoulders, not to hold me down but more I think to help give him leverage as he thrust in and out of me. But now his hands were sliding up my arms until they found my hands and then our fingers interlocked, gripping onto each other tightly. My mind was flooded with my phone sex conversations- talk of unprotected sex. Poz guys talking about how they liked to stealth guys. Of the intense pleasure they felt feeling their raw dick in a bottoms ass. The thrill of skin on skin contact. The intimacy of it. Guys who had talked about how, once that latex barrier had been removed when they had fucked or been fucked by a total stranger at the baths that amazing connection that they had. It had always been theoretical fantasy - now it was real. I understood. More importantly I FELT it. With each thrust of "C"s raw unprotected cock into my ass, I FELT it. This fuck lasted longer. A good 15 minutes or so. He took his time changing his rhythm. Slow and soft then fast and hard. Then somehow slow and hard at the same time. He would pull all the way out and then slam it in. He would tease me by just moving a little. Neither of us said anything for most of the "massage", we just exchanged noises- grunts, groans, whimpers, a catch in my breath when one of his rougher thrusts would catch me off guard. Near the end when both of our breathing became more jagged, he blurted out "Fuck, your ass is so tight, it feels so good." "You feel so good inside me." I managed between gasps and whimpers to reply. Finally he came with four or five hard, almost brutal jabbing thrusts of his cock into my ass. "Take it,... take it, ... take it, ... FUCKING...... TAKE... IT" he managed to squeeze out between his clenched teeth as his cock once again exploded into my ass that in just a few short hours he had managed to turn into an eager, welcoming cum hole. "Ooooohh fuuuucck" was all I could moan in reply as once again, feeling him cum shoot inside me triggered my own climax, making me fuck my load once more into the sheets. It took awhile for us both to recover. But when we did He said he should be leaving. Fortunately I had enough cash on hand to pay him for two "massages" (his normal rate for a 90 minute out call was $250, so I normally paid him $360 as he would spend the night) so that was , well no need to pay him twice for spending the night but with the two "extra penetrating" extra payments, so that was $560, so round up with a tip to $600..After "C" left, it sunk in... I had just paid a guy $600 to fuck me bareback and cum inside of me. Twice. Not only that but a guy with a little 4" dick, not like I had some hot young stud with an 8" dick breeding me... no just 4". Something about that got me horny again... I went back to bed buried my face in the wet spot where I had shot my load into the sheets and jerked off thinking about it....paying a guy with only 4" to breed me bareback... to cum inside of me raw..... It was hot and humiliating all at the same time. I shot yet another load on my stomach this time, and fell asleep.... When I woke up I showered and then went to the office, as I did most Saturday's to organize my desk and get ready for the next week. That evening I met a few friend for a concert at the symphony. As we were leaving the concert we bumped into two straight couples we knew who were walking up to the Taj Hotel bar for a drink and invited us to join them. So there I was at the bar at the Taj Hotel (I still thought of it as the old Ritz Bar) having a civilized evening- all so fucking assimilated. I wanted to blurt out " I got fucked last night, and then again this morning. ..... "Bareback" ..... " and I paid him to do it" ..... "I paid a guy to cum in my ass" But of course I didn't. I sat there enjoying my single malt and mindlessly chatting about the concert and people we knew. The next few weeks went on as normal. Going to the office,coming home, having dinner, a drink or two, and the calling the phone line and jerking off while talking to guys about hot unprotected sex. Never getting the nerve to get on grindr or manhunt (I did not yet know about BBRT) and actually "DO T" with anyone. It was still all just talk. Except of course for "C". The memory of taking his cock into my ass without protection, of him cumming inside of me, still made made me rock hard every time I thought about it. But on the phone it was different. I was, at least in theory a bigger pig than before- having incredible verbal scenes Guys who talked about fucking me with their poz cock, filling by me with "their dirty cum.". Even with guys who wanted to tie me to a St. Andrew's Cross and whip me and make me beg to be gang banged, beg to be filled with poz cum. It would drive me crazy and I would shoot massive loads of cum while talking about. But that is all it was - just talk. It would be too soon to make another appointment with "C" (I thought that might look desperate if I called for another appointment too soon. But I was desperate. I was jumping out of my skin horny. So I made an appointment with another "massage therapist" and it was a nice massage with a nice "happy ending" but he didn't even play with my ass, much less penetrate it. He did not fuck me or fill me with his cum, which I realized is what I needed. And soon, I was back on the phone line jerking off to verbal scenes about breeding and pozzing. Hoping that one of these days I would have to courage to find a guy to do it for real, not just talk about it Finally, on a Monday about 5 weeks after my last appointment I emailed "C" to see if I could schedule another appointment. As luck Would have it he was free that Friday. Damn it was going to be a long week.Then on Tuesday I started to feel a little achy. On Wednesday I could feel the fever coming on, so I left work early and went home to bed. Hoping that going to bed early would nip what ever it was in the bud.Thursday I woke up feeling worse so stayed home the whole day. Thursday evening I was still feeling really bad, so emailed "C" "Hi "C", I was really looking forward to getting another massage tomorrow, but I have come down with a nasty flu, and think I need to cancel. I feel like shit and would hate for you to catch it. I understand that this is too late for you to fill in with a new appointment - so I will pay you for your time lost at our next session, which will be as soon as I am feeling better" "Hi Paul, Sorry you have the flu. Lets check in tomorrow to see how you are feeling... hopefully you will be on the mend... in which case, a good massage may help get rid of the last of the toxins - "C" "

I have always wanted a guy to piss up my ass, no luck so far. A couple of guys recently have mentioned it, so we'll see. I told them I would prefer to get the piss fun in first because once they blow their load up my ass . . . it's staying there! I don't want it washed out in a rush of piss.

I hung up my phone. Angry, yeah. Very! My brother called to gloat about something very personal and I couldn't do much but listen. Two weeks ago, my 19 year old son came home looking sad and a little puzzled. He said he needed to talk to me in private. This is sort of a strange request and even more strange because we never have any sort of private talks. I just fuck him. That's all I need to say. I get my paternal cock up inside that faggot's deep cunt and I bang his head against the wall while I'm drilling into his fucking cunt until I cum. I pull out, I slap his ass a few times and I wipe my cock off on his bed sheets. He usually stays in the last position I nailed him in until I leave. That's the way daddy does it and there's nothing to discuss. So why the talk now? He sat on the bed just about eye level with my cock. I can't help myself. I walk into the fucker's room and my cock just gets bone hard and fuck ready in seconds. I don't pull my cock out just yet. He looks up at me...another thing I don't usually tolerate but I still want to see what's going on. "Dad, I just got back from the clinic and they told me that I am HIV positive." I looked at him and then I started to smile. He really had no clue the whole time. I spent a year dumping load after load up his high school cunt just so I could be one of those dads who had the balls to stealth his own son. And now I get the news. He looks like he's gonna get a beating. I just pull out my super hard cock. "Open up you stupid cunt. Don't you know that faggots like you are made for breeding and you only got what I had expected you to get in the first place." He was already throating my cock while I laughed and looked down at him. He knew I did it. I could see the look of disgust in his eyes. He just started swallowing as fast as he could. I was just about to slap his head to stop him from trying to pull my load out when I lost it....I screamed. "Swallow your daddy's poz load, baby boy. I'm so proud of my cock for giving my son my own DNA once again. Now you won't have to worry about what kind of cum is blasting up your cunt." So my brother found out about the event and he acted like he was all good with it. He even fucked the faggot with me just to help me belittle the fuckwad. I can't imagine what the fuck he was thinking when he took the kid away from me and brought him out west to do porn. He said that I ruined him so he thought he'd take advantage of the kid's new status and get him into some really raw bareback porn. Actually, he confessed, he was going to be one of the many cocks that would be fucking the kid. And he'd be sure to send me a copy. I was so pissed off. All I could think of was who the hell I was gonna plow my raw cock into. I guess the time is right to start on my younger son. He's not a faggot but he'll do just fine.

That last slap HURT LIKE HELL!!! I cursed at him silently under my breath. But at the same time I was loving his unexpected assaults that seemed deliberate and paced. I don't think he was being forceful without reason. It dawned on me suddenly that I was so spun that his slaps were jolts back to reality. My mind was racing as fast as my heart. I wanted him to hit me again when I realized this and was about to whimper a request when the better part in my mind said to let go and let him control the situation. And as my mind raced off in this tangent, my head cleared up, the sting on my face from his double hits fading off quickly, replaced by the sensation of getting fucked. I was still kneeling on the chair, ass up with Harrison behind me. I blinked rapidly trying to gain focus, turning my head around to see Harrison's form blurring and sharpening, then blurring again until he came into focus. Beads of sweat formed on the top of his bald head, the edge of his scalp tinted in that sickening green haze from the fluorescent lighting overhead. The sweat trailed down his handsome face, settling on his beard, collecting into thicker pools of more sweat, dropping onto my ass as he pummeled me, the sweat running down my crack, settling into my hungry hole adding to what little lubrication was being used. This was all happening or I was imagining it in my current state. I shook my head to get some clarity as Harrison fucked me HARD. "Oh fukkk," Harrison groaned again. He pushed in and out, harder, faster, repeating the rhythm that everything before felt like some demented foreplay. I could only moan, my face slick with my own sweat, pressed against the seat, sliding forward and back on the worn leather. I had to turn away, close my eyes and enjoy the ride. At last, I was getting fucked. Harrison fucked with a great rhythm. He was one of those FFuck buddies I always looked forward to seeing. His long thick cock would slide in slow and take its time, as if examining the space it was entering. And once he was completely inside he would rock back and forth only slightly so that his shaft would pull out beyond my inner second ring. When his cock was past that point he would stop about an inch or so away from it. And then, gently, push back in. Then repeat over and over. My inner ring would dilate and contract at the welcome invasion. It was like some unseen magical massage. I was so spun from his father's constant feeding of Tina from earlier that my hole was more than relaxed and inviting. And yet, there was a slight resistance that I must have subconsciously been providing, but just a bit that Harrison could enjoy the little friction. He loved to fuck like this, this second ring tease, as he adjusted his rhythm from slow and gentle to fast and hard, pounding with such force it was hard to keep up with him as I would moan and grunt. And then he would unexpectedly pull out so fast it would take my breath away, the speed and volume of his shaft exiting my hungry hole. He would pause for a few eternal seconds as he knew its effect on me. I was breathing uncontrollably now, almost whimpering, catching my breath from the earlier action and longing for his cock to return. Instead, he pushed his head along my open hole, rubbing his head along the entrance. But he only did his for mere moments before he entered me completely. It was like the son following the father and his earlier cock head tease at the entrance of my hole except Harrison concentrated on my inner ring. Clearly my heightened state and sensitivity was only making this more exaggerated in my mind. I imagined his shaft inside me like a probe, pushing and pulling into a soft, moist tunnel. All the drugs were making me hallucinate to a certain level that visualizing the fuck as it was occurring seemed so natural to me. Sweat continued to trickle down my face, lubricating my cheek as it slid on the chair, my movements driven by Harrrison's thrusts. My face itched. My senses were so heightened the itch got stronger but I didn't have the energy to move or shift my arms to scratch myself. And as that thought passed inside my head, the itch jumped from my face to my left shoulder blade, annoying me in its sharpness and position, now even more unreachable. Harrison continued to fuck me, the long shaft pulling away from my inner ring, pausing for a millisecond before it would predictably thrust back inside me. I groaned in a combination of ecstasy and sharp pain, as the magnified itch now jumped to the back of my neck, the points of burning sharpness now flaring all over me as if sparks were dancing on a fire, erupting from one place to the next. I wanted so hard to stretch my arms, to scratch at myself but all I could concentrate on was the fucking. I groaned some more. The barber circled around me. I heard his footsteps faintly in the distance as if it were across the shop, on the other side of the avenue. Clearly my mind was playing tricks on my perception as I felt his presence in front of me as he grabbed my very short hair, pulling on it hard, grabbing with that large hand, so violently that my eyes blinked open suddenly. I looked at him questioning and silent, my eyes dazed, staring at him. Saliva drooled out of my mouth in slow motion as a thread of it dripped onto the leather of the chair, mixing with my sweat, glistening. My eyes shifted to the pool of my body's secretions on the seat, the highlights reflecting the sickening green sheen of the fluorescent lighting above. And as if on cue, the light overhead snapped again. Harrison continued to fuck me, so lost into his own pleasure that he barely noticed his father coming in between us, his left hand firmly grabbing my ass, the other hand positioning itself, palm-side-down, pushing hard between us with such force that Harrison fell back suddenly, his cock sliding out of my hole so fast it almost hurt from the speed and the unexpected emptiness. He caught his balance as he fell back, his hard cock bouncing up and down. The itch returned, like wildfire, spreading all over my back, neck and face. My heart raced along. "Get the fuck up Boy," the barber commanded. "You're a tucking mess." He stepped away from me, moving towards the corner. Harrison stepped forward and helped me slowly off the chair, as I stood up, trying to gain my balance and composure, facing the mirror across from us. I was a mess. My face and upper body had hundreds of black, tiny scratches, randomly scattered on my upper body. I blinked and my focus came back, the scratches glistening when my chest expanded and retracted from my fast-paced breathing. The scratches were all my trimmed hairs, stuck on my body from the earlier fucking on the floor with the barber. The heat and my constant sweating made my body like a magnet. The hairs were all over me. "Get your sweet ass over here," he commanded, as he stood by the shampoo sink station on the corner. Harrison helped me over with one hand, the other hand grabbing things from the counter. I stepped forward slowly, my balance was still off from all the drugs, the overwhelming sensations, everything. The barber had turned on the water as it poured down the central faucet on an old stained sink. He grabbed a small face towel from a shelf nearby and soaked it under the faucet and twisted it hard, squeezing the water out of it. He kept the water running as steam floated above, dissipating in the haze of the stiff air in the shop. "Come here," he motioned. I stepped cautiously again, not knowing if he would get unexpectedly violent again. I was now at the chair in front of the sink and turned my body around slowly, about to descend on the seat, when I felt that firm hand on my back. "NO," the hand was applying hard pressure on me that I could not move. "I didn't say you could sit. Stay there. Keep standing and stay still." My breathing became rapid again that all I could do was close my eyes. WACK!!! The slap was familiar and yet new. It wasn't his hand but the towel, moist and HOT. My sensations went into overdrive as the sudden burn of the the moist terry cloth texture slid along my upper back, the weight of the water that hadn't been squeezed out of the scratchy towel made it drop quickly down the center of my back, towards the top of my ass, a streak of fire and heat drawing behind its sudden descent. I gasped, eyes still closed, the burn of the towel mixing with my inner heat that had been building and building inside me and in my hole. He caught the towel before it could fall on the floor and ran it under the faucet again, squeezing the excess water out of it. This time he didn't hit me with it as I felt him place the hot towel on my back, the sudden heat now welcome and soothing as he firmly rubbed it all along my back, cleaning me, wiping away the hundreds of little sharp clipped hairs. He repeated this over and over that the moist roughness of the terry cloth material felt like a million tiny fingers scratching away the burning itch from before. I could only exhale in relief, opening my eyes, focus coming back as I saw Harrison fidgeting by the counter beside me. "Now you can sit," he held the chair as I carefully sat down, looking up at him for reassurance and some silent guidance as I realized the back of the chair was much lower than normal so that my upper body was at a 30° incline when I sat down. The back of my neck touched the cold porcelain of the sink and despite the heat and humidity of the shop, the sudden frigid sensation made me jump a little, almost like the earlier sensation when the sharp razor blade made contact with my sensitive skin around my asshole. His large hand caught me as I jumped up an inch or two and he firmly pushed me down, back on the chair, the back of my neck making contact with the cold, wet surface again. He grabbed the towel, moist and steaming, and placed it on my chest. The suddenness of the heat made me gasp as I swear my heart jumped. But it lasted a mere second as he firmly rubbed the hot towel on my chest and lower torso, cleaning me, wiping the trimmed hairs and the sweat from last few hours. My breathing started to pace back to normal as whatever pleasurable tension seemed to melt away. I stared straight up at the ceiling noticing the darkness seemed to gather at this corner. I saw his face loom overhead, a look of fondness mixed with disdain stared back at me. I felt the hot water now at the top of my head as his large hand appeared in the foreground, getting larger and larger as it approached, falling out of focus as I closed my eyes, the heat of the water, cupped by his hand, now pouring on my forehead. I felt Harrison grab my legs and lift them from the floor, spreading them wide as he rested my thighs on the arms of the chair. My ass was now exposed as I suddenly felt his cock enter me with such force that my head fell further back on the sink, hot water splashing on my face. The barber's large hand now poured the water on my head so I couldn't open my eyes. He washed away what hairs were on my cheeks, nose, my entire face. I felt a sudden burning inside me and realized Harrison had coated his cock with more Tina, providing a special delivery booty bump. He pushed in deep coating my inner tunnel then pulled out at the entrance of the second ring and gyrated his hips clockwise and counter-clockwise, making sure to coat my insides thoroughly. The heat inside me started to build quickly, that familiar burn magnifying that I realized he gave me a large amount of crystal with his feeding. It was slightly scary as I felt so drugged up already. It was also quite beautiful as that familiar wave started taking over me, wiping away whatever minor apprehension I was holding inside me, my legs spreading more, silently offering an invitation. My head relaxed, descending further into the sink. I could feel the water around the back of my head, a pool of warm water accumulating in the bowl. My eyes were still closed, now favoring the comfort of the warm water around my head and the other heat emanating from my hungry manhole. My head lowered another inch that I could feel water entering my ears. I could only hear the echo of the water from the faucet splashing around my head, the sound dulled and softened as if audio could blur. I felt the weight of my head increase as if my mass had suddenly doubled, my head sinking further under the water, warm liquid now entering my nostrils. His firm hand scooped me up from the back of my head and lifted me above the water's surface. I blinked my eyes open suddenly, coughing uncontrollably as I had taken water in through my nose. I blinked rapidly again, seeing his face, large and over me, the earlier look now replaced with silent lust and momentary concern. "Now open your mouth, and take several deep big breaths," he instructed. The brown bottle of poppers appeared, open and held by his other hand. He tilted my head up at an angle for me to do as he instructed. I looked into his eyes, blinked again, the heat of the water around my wet head comforting me, the heat in my hole taking over me. I sucked on the tip of the bottle without my lips touching the glass. "Do more," he instructed. I breathed in deep several times and closed my eyes. A second elapsed. My head descended, now weightless, back into the water, liquid filling my ears as I felt his firm hand guide me, control me, its strength now mixed with flowing water, making his hand soothing, relaxing. His other hand, now free, touched the bridge of my nose and pinched it tight as my entire head was now under the surface of the water. The sink was now filled with the warm soothing water and all I could hear was that blur I was imagining in my head. The sound of the water cascading from the faucet, splashing on the collected pool in the basin of the sink was creating what sounded like soft, rounded echoes. It was only magnified in my heightened state. I had taken deep breaths as he had instructed so being immersed completely under the water's surface was not alarming. On the contrary, it was soothing. It didn't hurt that the massive booty bump had now taken effect, rising from between my legs, climbing up my torso and washing over the rest of my upper body in the same way small tides of hot water washed over my sunken face. I breathed slowly and methodically, the poppers hits now adding an extra layer of sensation. I was breathing in and out of my throat, recycling what oxygen I had inhaled with the large hits of poppers, reusing the chemically-infused air that I could sense my head getting lighter and lighter. In between my legs the thrusting got heavier and more rapid, harder, more violent. I could feel my head rocking back and forth, the back of my neck sliding against the wet porcelain of the sink, the top of my head banging against the other edge. Hot water splashed all around me, hitting me on the neck and upper chest, sudden shock waves of liquid heat so hot it felt like a volcano exploding lava around me. And I was finally getting fucked. No more cockhead tease. No more inner ring massage. This was the real thing. Harrison fucked hard and rapid, random in his rhythm that my hole could not anticipate the next move. And everything felt so open and relaxed as if I were backfloating on the Pacific Ocean, warm waves washing over me. I felt my head sink further into the water, moving slightly from side to side and back and forth as Harrison continued to fuck me hard. My neck relaxed even more so my head titled further back that I could feel my chin rise from the water's surface. The sensation on my hole was nothing but pleasure, a vessel to receive what was entering it without restriction. His cock fucked me furiously as I lost sense of time, riding it and the waves I was floating on. And somehow in these long, eternal seconds I was still breathing from my earlier inhale. But then that oxygen ran its course and I instinctively felt the need to breathe. The barber's firm hands were still keeping my head under the water, the weightlessness now quickly fading as I tried to push up to the surface for air. He sensed my sudden anxiety and kept his firm hand pinching on my nostrils in place, pushing my head down with force so I could not get to the surface of the water. My eyes instinctively opened, blinking rapidly, stung by the heat of the water, a sudden panic taking over me. I closed my eyes in defense and tried to force my head up in vain. His hand was too strong. And in between my legs, another force, hard and continuous was causing a contrasting situation. Harrison's furious fucking was mixing with my heightening panic that the pleasure seemed to be folding into a strange sense of pain. And yet, I was enjoying this new evolving ache that was beyond my measure. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster and I could swear I heard it under the water, muted and softened in that strange echo. I tried to move my arms in protest but even that was in vain as Harrison held me down while he continued to fuck me hard with abandon. An all too familiar blackness suddenly surrounded me. My head and body now seemed weightless, sinking. The echo of the sounds under water seemed distant now, fading off beyond reach, like a vanishing whisper, muted by unseen shadows. F A L L I N G . Oh no. Not this again...

Contract top available for those willing to come to Vancouver and compensate me for my time. I am not on meds......

CHAPTER 3 – JACE THE WHORE I love watching Brian plow a neg hole. He likes to get a boy on all fours, back arched—the position of total surrender. He grabs a giant handful of the boy’s musclebutt in each hand. Then, after impaling that poor unsuspecting bitch on his fat poz dick, he pulls back to expose the length of his shaft, throwing the full weight of his body into another deep thrust, his stomach and balls smacking hard against the boy’s wide-open hole. More often than not, a full thrust of Brian’s raw dick produces my favorite sound that humans can make: an involuntary primal grunt, emanating from somewhere deep in the gut, like pain and hunger at the same time. When he’s fucking a negboy, Brian pulls out every few minutes to slather more Tina-laced lube on his dick, leaving that hungry hole empty and gaping and slick with toxic precum while the boy whimpers a little louder and reaches back to spread his hole a little wider. With every dose of chems – with every shard of Tina smeared into that twitching fuckhole—the boy’s hunger keeps building, his fears and shames falling away as he gives in to a desperate, almost delirious craving. He starts mumbling incoherently, bits of pigtalk interspersed with sounds that aren’t quite words, but not quite moans either—the primal ravings of a bitch in heat. Before long, he’ll be making sharp backward hip-thrusts, impaling his chemmed-up jockhole at an increasingly rapid clip—smack, slap, slosh—as the skin on his bubble butt grows red from the pounding. If he’s like most boys, he doesn’t stop to ask questions when I put the Tina bong in front of him. By that point, he’s already tweaking on the chems in his butt, so he doesn’t put up a fight. He just wordlessly wraps his mouth around the glass stem, looking up at me with those pitch-black pupils as the bong chamber turns solid white and he eagerly fills his lungs with smoke. With every cloud billowing out of his mouth, he arches his back a little more sharply to elevate his fuckhole a little further toward the ceiling. There’s no question now: his ass is ours. In less than an hour, we’ve managed to transform a nice, upstanding kid into a helpless faggot with a Tina-fueled hunger for dick. I make sure to teach him the basic skills: how to take a nice deep hit, hold his breath for a few moments, and wrap his mouth around my cock before exhaling a thick cloud down the length of my shaft. (“Good boy,” I always say, which he usually answers with a muffled moan.) And while Brian’s cock keeps plunging its full length into that raw cumhole, I look down on our sweet, naïve, fucked-up negboy with a crooked smile of sadistic pride. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s get back to Jace. * * * After getting dressed, I headed back to the pool party. Jace followed just a few steps behind like some kind of forlorn pup. When we rejoined the group near the pool, I gave Brian a little wink. He walked over to Jace, chatted briefly with him, and led him back inside. They were gone for about five minutes. When they returned, Jace looked a little more flushed than before, and Brian was grinning the cockiest of grins. “I took him to the bathroom,” he whispered in my ear. “Then I worked a nice big shard of T up inside his butt with my dick. Had to keep my hand over his mouth to keep that bitch from sobbing with pure joy.” “You breed him?” “Not yet. Gotta keep his cunt on edge, you know?” “Good thinking, babe. Now it's my turn.” I turned toward Jace, flashing him a crooked grin before walking back into the house. He followed me to the bathroom. I locked the door behind us. Almost by instinct, he simply turned around, pulled down his swimsuit, and leaned over the toilet to expose his hole. I placed my palm over his mouth and shoved my cock inside him in a single rough thrust. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes and his hole spasmed in pain, but he nodded encouragement. I began pounding his twitching cunt with my raw dick. “Brian and I are heading back home in 5 minutes,” I whispered in his ear. “Cancel your plans. Be at our door in half an hour. Got that, pig?” He nodded again. “Good. Because I know you’re hungry for seed.” I felt a cold shudder run through his body. Goosebumps formed on his back. And then I pulled out, giving his ass a hard smack. “See you soon, faggot.” * * * Almost exactly 30 minutes later, I found Jace standing anxiously at our front door. He looked directly into my eyes and managed a single word: “Please.” I nodded and gestured him inside. Five minutes later, my dick was back inside his raw fuckhole. Brian placed the glass pipe against Jace’s lips and lit the chamber. “I’ll tell you when to inhale,” he said. “You ever play with Tina?” Jace shook his head no. I grunted in appreciation—as far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing hotter than a chempig initiation—and my cock twitched as I delivered a little bump of precum into that boy's newly partied-up butt. Meanwhile, with my cock still lodged deep inside him, I grabbed my phone to call Tristan, our dealer. (I'd been sending him updates throughout the day, so he knew what we'd been up to.) Tristan and I never bothered with formalities. "Please tell me that boy came back," he said when he picked up the phone. "Please tell me you're bringing that hungry hole to me." "Oh, he’s fuckin' ready, dude. In fact, he just blew a giant cloud on Brian's cock. Want him?” "Yes. In fact, I've set aside a very nice reward for you guys. A finder's fee, you might say." “Fuck yeah, bro. We can head that way in a few. He doesn’t have any loads in him yet, so you can be the first.” "Sweet! Get here fast, fucker." And with that, Tristan hung up. I pulled my dick from Jace’s hole, eliciting a truly pathetic whimper. “Don’t you worry, pig,” I said to him. “We’re taking you to meet our friend Tristan. He’s very eager to make a little money off this chemmed-up musclebutt. You ready to be a whore, boy?” “Yes, sir.” “OK, but let's be totally clear about one thing: I didn’t say slut. What did I say?” “You said whore.” “That’s right, boy. I said whore. And by that I mean a literal whore—a trashy fuckin’ pig who eagerly spreads his hole for any dude with a fistful of cash. Got that?” He moaned and reached back to expose his butt, now leaking a steady stream of lube and precum. “That's what I like to see, boy. Now get your fuckin' clothes on.” MORE SOON...

CHAPTER 2 – THE POOL PARTY Dalton’s family has a private backyard with a large pool—or mostly private, anyway. Our two houses are perched next to each other on an embankment that juts out from the street like a natural cul de sac, effectively separating us from the other lots in the neighborhood. A fence runs along our shared property line, and we planted a thick grove of trees to give both houses a greater sense of seclusion. Not that it matters. Brian and I are voyeurs, so “seclusion” is a relative term. Before Dalton moved in, we lived next to a family of five, and the Dad was a silver fox type who would jack off in the Jacuzzi when he thought no one was watching. We discovered it by accident: one summer evening, we happened to be fucking a boy under the stars when we heard a sharp grunt from our neighbor’s house. We sneaked over to the property line just in time to see the silver fox climbing out of the hot tub, his impressive erection still at half-mast. The next evening, Brian and I cleared out a few spots in the foliage where we could have an unobstructed view of our neighbors’ backyard without fear of discovery. Then we sat next to the fence and waited, passing the time by jacking each other’s dicks; before long, I was wrapping my mouth around Brian’s thick shaft while he worked two fingers into my fuckhole with generous globs of Tina-laced lube. My ass began pushing back on him, squeezing his fingers as if trying to swallow his hand. Finally, he pulled me off his dick and fed me the fingers he’d been working into my hole. As I slurped greedily on the taste of my chemmed-up guts, Brian stared into my eyes with his trademark combination of adoration and amusement. “Oh, my hot little piggy,” he whispered, “I sometimes forget what a trashy little chemwhore you are.” “Not only that,” I replied. “I’m your trashy little chemwhore.” He flashed an evil grin before sliding his fingers back inside my hole, this time working a little rock of T into the liquid warmth already radiating from my ass to my cock to my nips. At last, when I couldn’t wait any longer, I removed his fingers from my ass, positioned my hole directly above his precum-slick cock, and lowered myself onto my man’s throbbing shaft in a single hungry downward thrust of my hips. Just then, as I was fully impaled on Brian’s twitching raw cock, the silver fox walked onto the adjoining back patio. Within a matter of seconds, he dropped his bathrobe—revealing a muscular mid-40s physique with salt-and-pepper fur—and sank into the hot tub. His head fell back; his mouth dropped open. And then his right shoulder began to shake as he beat his meat, unseen by us, beneath the surface of the water. Almost by reflex, I began milking Brian’s dick with my hole as I watched our neighbor stroke his cock. Then my husband wrapped his arms around me and began thrusting up into my hole, my entire body trembling in anticipation as I braced for a load of his warm poz cum. Moments later, we heard the silver fox grunt—the same grunt as the night before. And as we watched, he pushed his hips and his cock above the water, letting his cum fly in a thick spray from his fat mushroom head. Three distinct ropes of jizz flew into the air, then down into the froth of the Jacuzzi. And that’s when I felt Brian’s raw dick pulsing and flexing deep inside me, flooding my tweaked fuckhole with a fresh dose of his potent strain. Over the next two years, the silver fox jacked off many more times while we watched from the bushes. We started calling it “the late show,” and we caught it whenever we could. Most of the time, I sat on Brian’s dick when the silver fox started cumming, and Brian obliged with another buttful of poz seed. In fact, it became such a regular ritual for us that when our neighbors moved across the country, it was almost like our favorite TV show had been canceled. We shouldn’t have worried. As it turns out, the real show was just about to start. * * * Jesse secured us a spot at the pool party. He explained that the adults weren’t really expected to swim—they mostly sat around drinking and talking while their kids played in the pool. When the day of the party arrived, Brian and I chose tank tops to show off a little muscle and fur. We also wanted Dalton to catch a glimpse of the bulges in our board shorts, so we boosted the profile of our packages by wearing cockrings under tight white jockstraps. We arrived when the party was in full swing. As we passed through the sliding glass doors and entered the back patio, I saw Dalton on the opposite end of the pool, lifting himself out of the water, his swimsuit clinging tightly to his ass while a cascade ran down the muscles of his back and splashed against the elastic of his waistband. I glanced over at Brian, and I could tell he saw the same thing. His eyes, like mine, were glazed over with pure hunger for that hot little stud’s hole. The hostess—Dalton’s Mom—took us through the crowd, introducing us to people we didn’t care to remember. (We did, however, run into a few of Dalton’s football buddies, all of whom would look fucking fantastic buck-naked and spread-eagled, trussed up in our sling and forcibly impaled on anonymous poz cock.) Finally, our hostess waved to Dalton, who was chatting up some bitch by the pool. Must be Melissa, I thought to myself. I hope she’s enjoying that boy’s dick, because she might not be getting it much longer. I watched Dalton strut our way, his tight pecs leading the rest of his body in a cocky little bow-legged stride. Meanwhile, his wet swimsuit clung tightly to his cock, confirming the presence of a thick, fleshy piece of meat between those muscular legs. He gave both of us the once-over. And as he did, his expression changed: he didn’t grow visibly uncomfortable, but his face went oddly blank. “Dalton, these are our new neighbors. Meet Brian and Tom.” “Hey,” Dalton said noncommittally, holding out his hand for a quick shake. “Hey, buddy,” Brian replied. “Great party.” Dalton nodded vaguely. “Yeah, it's pretty cool.” An awkward pause. Then, turning to his Mom: “I need to grab another burger.” “K, hon,” she said with a pained smile. “There’s plenty of food, so eat all you want.” As Dalton walked away, quickly regaining his confident strut, she turned to us and shook her head. “Sorry about that. I swear he used to have manners.” “Oh, it’s fine,” I assured him. “Teenagers, you know?” I glanced back toward the barbecue, and caught Dalton looking our way again, his face still impossible to read. “He’s a little freaked out by us,” Brian said a few minutes later, leaning in close to me as we sat by the pool. “Definitely,” I replied. “Freaked out and fascinated. Poor little faggot.” * * * By that point, our dicks were straining against the fabric of our shorts. We needed release, and our first chance at Dalton wouldn’t come for another week at least. So when we were introduced to Charlene, a bottle-blond cougar who’d recently divorced and taken up with a much younger personal trainer named Jace, I saw the opportunity to let off some steam. Jace was clearly dumb as a post, but I didn’t mind—after all, that’s what muzzles are for. He was in his mid-20s, furry and scruffy, with a chiseled body that showed through his tight T-shirt. And from the moment I looked in his eyes, I had no doubt he was at least bisexual. After chatting him up for 10 minutes or so, I found what I was looking for: a pretext to get him back to our place. He said he was really into the Fast and Furious series, and I told him we’d just bought an imported box set that included tons of never-before-seen footage. Would he like to see it, maybe even borrow it? Of course he would. (Do we own any of the Fast and Furious movies? Of course we don't.) I winked at Brian as Jace and I slipped away from the party. Leading Charlene’s trophy-jock across the yard, I showed him through our front door and closed it firmly behind us. Then he and I stood in the entryway, staring at each other for a good minute or two. No mention of Fast and the Furious. We just stared. My cock twitched in anticipation, then twitched again. Finally, I glanced down at my crotch, gave my dick one more giant twitch, then looked back at Jace. With no change of expression, he simply dropped to his knees, pulled down my zipper, and fished out my rock-hard cock. It glistened with a layer of fresh precum. Opening his mouth wide, he engulfed me, sucking greedily and noisily—an experienced cocksucker for sure. I reached down to the small of his back and snapped the waistband of his shorts. He took my cue: with both hands, he gave his shorts a firm downward yank, exposing the muscled curve of his ass. My dick responded by drooling a long, thick rope of toxic cum into his mouth. “I need to fuck you,” I growled. He paused to consider. “You clean, dude?” My favorite dumbass question. “Of course,” I said with a smirk. “OK, cool—but you still gotta wear a rubber.” “No problem.” I grabbed him by the shoulders and guided him to his feet as I pointed toward the bedroom. “Now go get naked and wait for me on the edge of the bed.” Without even nodding, he did as he was told. Meanwhile, I grabbed the Tina-laced lube and followed him, shedding my clothes as I went. Entering the bedroom, I found Jace wearing nothing but a backwards ballcap, on all fours, his back perfectly arched to expose a clean-shaven, wide-open hole. I was a little disappointed that such a hot, furry boy would shave his ass, but then I remembered that a lot of closeted “straight” boys do that—they don’t seem to realize that pigs like me often appreciate a man’s hairy butt, especially when it’s dripping with piss and sweat and seed. “Look at you and your little shaved pussy,” I said to him, and he whimpered in reply. “You shave this because you hope some stud will mistaken you for just another bitch, huh?” Another whimper. “I bet you jack off thinking about a nice fat dick filling your cunt the way it needs to be filled. Don't you, boy?” He wagged his butt up and down, as if to say fuck yeah. “Of course you do, you fuckin’ faggot. Now listen, bitch: I’m gonna lube you up. But this lube is special—it’ll feel a little warm at first. It might even burn. That’s just how it works. Sort of like Icy Hot, you know? It’ll relax your ass muscles. Cool?” He nodded his head, his jockbutt still bobbing up and down eagerly. I scooped up a thick glob of our magic pig-lube with my right hand, spread his fuckhole apart with my left, and used two fingers to firmly push a healthy dose of greased-up chems into that eager, defenseless cunt. He tensed up, probably feeling the burn, but I just stayed inside him, rubbing his lower back with my free hand, slowly rotating my fingers to work the T into the lining of his hole. After a bit more squirming, he gradually exhaled in a low, guttural moan, and I felt a radiant warmth pass across the skin on my knuckles. He pushed his ass back against my fingers, taking me deeper. I grinned triumphantly: mine. As I removed my fingers, he yelped in frustration. I laughed. “Don’t worry, boy—I’m just putting a little more grease for your hole.” I scooped up an even bigger glob, this time with three fingers, then pushed all three into him, massaging his quivering fuckhole as he made a sound that was almost like purring. Then I pulled out again, and he reached back to spread his cunt wide open. “Patience, fag, patience. My fingers can’t get far enough inside you. If this lube’s gonna do your hole any good, it needs to penetrate further. That way you’ll be totally ready for my cock.” I reached into a side drawer and pulled out a needleless syringe that I’d prepared a few hours earlier by dissolving a strong bump of T in a little bit of water. (I always try to have at least one fully prepared booty bump on hand, just in case.) “You want to get lubed up nice and deep, bitch? Want to get your hole all good and ready for my dick?” He answered with a wordless groan. “Good answer, pig.” I inserted the plastic syringe as far as it would go, then pushed the plunger to deliver a giant payload into his guts. He arched his back even more as I pressed gently on his tailbone, letting gravity do the work of priming his hole for pozzing. As the drugs seized control of his brain, his butthole started quivering. I rubbed the length of my dick along that hungry musclebutt; he responded by burrowing his head deeper into the sheets and spreading his legs a little more. “Oh, and one more thing, pig,” I said to him, pressing my mushroom head against his taint, “I don’t use rubbers. Ever. And if you insist on a condom, you’re not getting my dick. Understood?” He reached back and spread his hole a little wider. “You just spread your hole for me. Does that mean you want me to bareback your hungry hole?” No answer. “Tell me, pig,” I said, grabbing a rough handful of his hair and pulling his head back. “Do you want my raw cock?” “Fuck dude, whatever,” he said, his voice shaking now. “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please shove your dick in me.” “Not sure I heard that, pig. Say it again.” “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please give me your dick. I need your fuckin’ cock, bro.” “You want my raw cock to slide in you, pound you bareback, and fill you up with a load of my seed?” “I’ll do whatever you want, fucker. Just please, please give me your dick. I can’t believe how fuckin’ hungry I am. Please feed me, dude.” “Feed you what?” “Cock, cum, anything. Seriously, bro. I’m begging you.” I grinned. “Good boy. Now brace yourself.” He exhaled—a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, I held his ass in place with my left hand. With my right, I slid the head of my cock inside his smooth fuckhole, just holding it there for about 10 seconds as I lubed his butt with some of my toxic precum. At last, with no further warning, I pushed the entire length of my raw dick into him. He let out another deep sigh as his starving cunt spasmed against the skin of my shaft. “You like this raw cock inside you, boy?” “Fuck, dude. Please pound my hole.” “You got any plans tonight?” “Yeah. Just with my girl.” “I want you to cancel. Got it? Cancel your plans.” “Whatever you want, bro. Please just fuck me.” “I’ll fuck you—don’t worry. But first you need to do what I say.” “Absolutely. Whatever you say.” “Alright, boy—then here’s what we’re doing. We’re getting dressed. We’re going back to the party. We’re saying our goodbyes. You’re cancelling your plans. And then you’re coming back here to get pounded by raw dick all night long. Are we clear, faggot?” “Fuckin’ A. Yes, dude.” “Don’t you worry, boy—your patience will be rewarded. I promise you that.” As we talked, my cock kept twitching deep inside him—and with each twitch, his wide-open hole absorbed another little dose of my virus. He would need as much viral lube as he could get, because in a few hours he’d be at the mercy of Tristan, our merciless dealer. Tristan was full of surprises, but one thing was certain: by the time he got his dick in this boy’s slammed-up hole, Charlene would definitely need to find a new personal trainer to fuck. MORE SOON...

The primary purpose of bareback sex is for the top to enjoy it and to transfer his load to inside me. My cumming is irrelevant unless it enhances his pleasure.

PART 4 I spread my hole for Beau -- my head buzzing, my nips tingling, my knocked-up butt radiating hunger and heat. He swaggered toward me, his eyes nothing but pitch-black pupils. He grinned and let out a low, menacing laugh, then walked right up to my hole and positioned the flared-out head of his raw cock against my neg cunt. I'd never felt such an intense need for dick. As he teased my butt, my head dropped back, my mouth dropped open, and I let out a guttural moan. My torn-up hole pulsed outward toward his dick, trying desperately to swallow it whole. "Listen to me, pig," Beau said, rubbing his cock along the edge of my cunt. "Are you listening?" "Fuck yeah, I'm listening," I said, looking him square in those black demon eyes. "This slammed-up cunt of yours? It's gonna take a deep injection of my virus. Then Jake and Beau will massage my infected cum into the walls of your little jockbutt by pounding you full of a few more poz loads. And do you know what happens then?" "No. What?" "We pimp you out. We've already put an ad on Craigslist saying that there's a poz-friendly bareback newbie with his ass in the air, waiting for loads. And just before those twisted pigs start showing up to add their virus to the mix, we're gonna slam you again. You want some more Tina in your veins, slampig?" "Fuck yeah, dude." "You love that slam, huh?" "It's fuckin' amazing. I love it." "You've got my poz blood running in your veins now. You want my poz dick, too?" "Please." "Please what?" "Please destroy my hole with your fat raw cock." "Yeah?" "Fuck yeah. Please make me your poz brother. Please." "You got it, pig." And with that, he shoved in. The curved thrust of Beau's dick burrowed past every natural defense I had -- the muscles in my butt gave way to this beautiful cock dripping a steady stream of virus. And as he fed my aching slam-hole with his twitching dick, I felt a total weightlessness in surrendering to this man: his taut stomach muscles, his square-jawed cockiness, his biceps expanding and contracting as he administered a hole-annihilating butt-fuck. My cunt belonged to this young stud, and the walls of my torn-up butt gave way to his dick like molten wax. If taking a gut-ful of his poz sperm meant that I would be a little more like him, then I wanted every infected drop. I don't know how long he pounded me -- it could have been five minutes or five hours. I just stared into his black eyes and rode the euphoria of the chemicals rushing through my bloodstream and the virus gathering in my guts. But finally, the pace of his fucking quickened, and he broke into a grin. "Here comes my poz load, pig. You want it?" "Fuck yeah, I want it. Poz me. Please fucking poz me." "How much virus do you want in your boybutt tonight?" "As much as I can take." "No, boy. Not as much as you can take. You're gonna get a whole lot more than that. I want your cute little jockbutt gushing with a heavy stream of infected seed. And you know what?" "What?" "I'm flooding your guts with my virus...right...fucking...NOW." My hole, hungry for cum, grabbed hold of his raw dick with a velvet grip, and he sprayed his seed across the torn-up walls of my butt. He stayed inside me for a minute or two, until his cock finally stopped twitching. Then he replaced his dick with three fingers. Then four. Then a thumb. Still staring deep into my eyes, he worked his fist inside my butt, using his wrist to massage his infected cum into my bloodstream. And so it went: Jake fucked me again. Then Trey. Then Jake and Beau double-fucked my torn-up butt. Later, as we started lining up strangers to fill my cumhole for the rest of a long night -- I took 19 loads in all -- Beau prepared a new bloodslam. It was bigger this time, he said. And with Jake's fat dick lodged inside my butt, Beau pushed that Tina into my vein once again, and once again I felt my hole radiate with chemical heat as I coughed. Meanwhile, Jake plunged his raw dick into my slampig cunt. "I'm proud of you, boy," he said. "And you know what?" "What?" "I'll be even prouder to call you my poz brother." With that, we kissed, deep and hard. He looked into my eyes, all pupils, dark with pure animal hunger. And then, as I gave him a little nod, and he gave me his wolfish grin, he blasted another load of virus deep into my guts. THE END

PART 3 As I gratefully slurped on Jake's fat poz dick, I couldn't get over how sweet his seed tasted as it dripped from his twitching cock. Precum continued to pulse out of his shaft. His balls still hung heavy with millions of infected sperm. I wanted all of that seed swimming up in my guts, taking over my body, colonizing me with his deadly DNA. I looked up at him, and he grinned at me, shaking his head and laughing. "That's only your first load, and you're already addicted to my virus," he said. "You're such a good boy. You ready for more poz dick?" "Fuck yeah," I said, arching my back even more and spreading my knocked-up cunt for Trey, who was rubbing the head of his raw cock against my dripping hole. Trey slapped my ass. "That's not just a hole anymore," he said to me. "That's a fuckin' CUMhole. Isn't that right, boy?" "Yes," I answered. "What's that cumhole for?" Trey asked. "For taking raw dick and poz seed," I said. "Damn, Jake. He's such a good boy," Trey said. "I think he deserves a little bump of T inside this swollen cunt." "Fuck yeah, baby," Jake said, leaning over to spread my hole with his hands. "Put a few shards on the end of your raw dick and work 'em in. Make him bleed a little more. Get him even hungrier. I want him good and wrecked before Beau shoves his toxic dick inside this hungry little fuckhole. Hey, boy," he said to me. "You feel that cum dripping out of your cunt? Trey's gonna plug you up with his dick and work all that poz jizz into your little neg butt, your tissues, your bloodstream. He's gonna rub my sperm deeper into you. And from here on out, we're only gonna use our virus as lube. Got that?" "Yes," I answered. "Yes. Please. I want it. More poz seed. Inside me. Deeper. Please." Jake grunted approval. As I kept worshipping his twitching poz dick, I heard Trey rustling around in a plastic bag behind me. Then I felt the head of his cock push up inside my hole, along with a scratching, burning heat that first made me tense up. But just a moment later, hunger radiated up my spine, and I backed my hole onto his dick in one greedy backward thrust. "Thatta bitch," said Trey. "Fuck yourself on my poz dick, boy. Fuck yourself to death. I want to see how much you want my virus." I pushed off his cock, then pushed back again to swallow his shaft with my partied-up hole. Then again. And again. Faster. Hungrier. Grunting, panting, whimpering with pain and insane pleasure, possessed by a deep need for these men to make me theirs forever. I glanced over at Beau, who was still hard at work under the desklamp. Were those needles in his hands? And why was one of the syringes a deep shade of red? Trey didn't last long: after a minute or two of watching me impale myself on his poz dick, he grabbed my hips and reclaimed control of my neg cunt. "Fuck, Jake," he said. "I'm not gonna last much longer. This boy needs another dose of our strain. Don't you, boy?" I whimpered. Jake smacked me on the side of the head. "Trey asked you a question, boy. Do you want his strain?" "Yes, I want his poz strain," I replied. "Please infect me. Knock my ass up. Make me yours. Own me. POZ ME. PLEASE." Hearing that, Trey's breath grew shorter, and his dick got even harder. "Fuck you, bitch," he said to me. "You're getting pozzed tonight whether you want it...or...NOT." Then he went into a convulsive, ass-pounding orgasm, his poz dick pumping stream after stream of tainted cum into my wide-open neg hole. As he continued to shake with each pulse of his fat dick, I pushed my ass against him again, working his cock with my swollen cunt, doing everything I could to drain him completely and get that strain as deep as it could go. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Beau watching us from the desk, his hand working his dick as his balls bounced with every stroke. I was mesmerized by those balls -- low and full and deadly. Beau smiled. "I think this boy's ready for the next stage of his initiation," he said to Jake. Jake nodded. With Trey's dick still twitching inside my slopped-up cumhole, Beau walked over and knelt down beside me, turning my face to look at him. He was in his late twenties, and had the look of a fratboy gone to the dark side: backwards ball cap, strong jawline, military haircut, muscled-up pecs, and a trail of fur running down the middle of his abs to a veiny cock, even bigger than Jake's, that was perfect for pozzing up uninitiated jockboy hole. It was his eyes that gave him away: dark, almost pitch-black, piercing, the eyes of a Devil who's out to destroy. "We've made you into a hungry boy," he said to me. "But it's time to make you even hungrier. Are you ready to be a shameless, trashy cumpig for us to pimp out and poz up all night long? You ready to go to the next level?" I nodded. "I'm ready," I said. "I'll do anything. I want your virus. Bad." "Anything?" "Anything. Please. Poz me." Beau grinned, and turned to Trey. "Let's put him on the couch," he said. "Prop up his arm on a pillow." He walked back to the desk, returning with four syringes. He handed one each to Jake and Trey, put another behind his ear, and held out the last one for me to see. It was a deep crimson red. "See that, boy? That's my blood. I melted a syringe full of Tina with my fucking toxic blood, and I'm gonna pump this into your vein. After that, you're gonna be 50 times higher than you are right now. By that point, you won't even feel like a hot little jockboy anymore -- you'll be nothing but a hole, and you'll welcome every AIDS-infected cock deep in your wrecked cunt. You ready for that, fucker?" I turned to Jake. He rubbed my chest reassuringly. "It's OK, pig," he told me. "Believe me, you want this. Just trust us. You'll fucking love it." Beau was already applying a tourniquet to my arm. Meanwhile, Jake and Trey were doing the same to theirs. "Watch Jake do his hit," Beau said to me. "He's going to stick the needle in his vein, draw it back to make sure that he's directly connected to his bloodstream, then push the plunger in. That delivers the T right into his circulatory system. Watch." I watched. Jake inserted the needle. He pulled back the plunger, a flood of red filling the syringe. Then he pushed the plunger in, pulled the needle out, and released the tourniquet, raising his arm above his head. His mouth dropped open and his eyes rolled back. He let out a long, shaky breath. And his dick suddenly curved even further upward, a stream of precum oozing out of his piss-slit as he broke into an ecstatic grin. "See that?" said Beau. "Now, it's gonna be really intense at first. You might feel like you're having trouble breathing, and you might feel really warm all of a sudden. But don't worry -- that's normal. Just relax into it. OK?" "OK," I said, resting my arm on the pillow. Beau had no trouble finding a vein, gently inserting the needle into my arm. Even from that initial puncture, I felt a tiny rush from the T on the needle. He pulled the plunger back, and the red color of the syringe grew even darker. "Ready, boy?" he said, looking me in the eye. "You ready to take my virus directly into your bloodstream?" "Fuck yeah," I said. "Push that poz blood into me." "You didn't have a choice, bitch." He plunged the syringe's contents into my vein just before releasing the tourniquet. It hit me immediately. I felt a powerful rush in my head, and I went into a coughing fit as I tasted something chemical at the back of my throat. Then my breathing grew shallow, causing me to have a moment of panic -- but then Jake was lying down next to me, wrapping his arms around me, running his hands over my chest and stomach. "Just relax, buddy," he said. "It's OK. It's intense, I know. But just relax into it. Relax." I looked him in the eyes, my breathing still tense and labored. "Here," he said. "Does this help?" With a light touch of his fingers, he moved down to my slopped-up cumhole, gently inserting two fingers just an inch or two into my cunt. As soon as his fingers entered my knocked-up butt, all thoughts of panic vanished. Suddenly my fuckhole was the center of my universe -- it expanded around his fingers, seemed to expand into the entire room. I was nothing but a hungry slammed-up poz-craving cunt dripping with two loads of viral seed. Nothing else -- just a hole, ready to surrender to any dick that wanted to mark me and charge me up. My eyes rolled back in my head, I let out a long, low moan, and my hole felt ready to swallow Jake's hand. He grinned. "There you go," he said. "That's the sound of a slampig being born." I looked up toward Beau, who was just then plunging the syringe into his vein. My eyes fixated on his cock as it twitched and dripped during his initial rush. Meanwhile, he stared right back at me. "Show me your slampig fuckhole," Beau said. "Spread it. I wanna see what I'm gonna flood with poz seed." I spread my cum-soaked, torn-up hole as far as I could. He watched me with his dark Devil eyes, jacking his unmedicated poz cock, his fat shaft glistening like steel. "Nice," he said to me, his eyes gleaming with a hunger to destroy me -- me, this helpless negboy bitch with veins pumped full of Tina and tainted blood. "Keep those legs up, boy. I'm gonna pound that cunt and poz you the fuck up." MORE SOON...

so true I wish I was getting as much (poz) cum as my status implies!