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Steamworks Berkley is always a good time, but Up Your Alley weekend really brought out the freaks! So I put in my little jockstrap and set out to have a good time, hitting the place up early around 7:00 PM and found the crowd was already hopping - the sling and fuck bench were full and guys were lining up to top or to bottom, so I headed to the blow job ramp. Even there it was busy but I managed to get into the corner booth. Right away a guy walked up the ramp and started fucking my mouth. I hadn't even had to wait 15 seconds before I had my first cock. I knew it was going to be a great night! I spent probably an hour and a half taking every dick that walked by. At that point it was probably nine loads in me and I needed a break so I headed to the steam room, which, dammit, was packed. I had to stand for a good eight to ten minutes before I could get a seat in the 'Asian hangout' corner. Before long I was getting cock at both ends. No sooner had I taken one Asian cock when they all started to line up. I think they went out and told all their friends. I didn't mind. Some were average size some were small, all of them uncut. WOOF! I lost track of how many loads I took in there but I think it was probably around six up my ass and seven or eight in my mouth. At some point someone kept feeding me poppers and I was spinning out of my mind. I ended up sitting on the floor with four guys around me taking turns in my mouth. That was another four more loads. At that point I was getting too hot so I went to the rear to cool off. The sling and fuck bench were still busy so I headed back to the ramps, spending some time there, and getting another four or five loads. At this point it was hard to keep up. In any event, my face was sticky with cum and my ass dripping so I was again off to the steam room. It was still packed in there so I sat down and waited for the next round. A hot Latino with a beautiful brown uncut cock walked in and approached me directly, so I opened my mouth and he slid right in. I sucked him for quite a while until he stood me up, turned me around, and fucked so hard. Meanwhile someone had sat down right in front of me so I bent down and started sucking him off while getting the hardest fuck of my life. I could feel anonymous hands all over rubbing me, rubbing my ass, squeezing my nipple. Fuck it was hot! Two more loads there. I headed out to see if the bench or sling was open and it was still full. Damn! So back off to the ramp. I went to the corner on the bottom platform where I could get two cocks at once and sucked of five or six more guys until two Latinos came over. Neither cock was very big, maybe six inches, but both uncut. WOOF! One had the most foreskin I had ever seen. After about ten minutes one of them left. 'Damn', I thought, 'I didn't even get his load'. Not long after that someone came and grabbed and started to take me to the back. The Latino I was sucking followed. They both led be to the back where the fuck bench is located. When we got back there the first Latino I was sucking cleared out the fuck room and put me up on the bench. I was in heaven! I was getting fucked at both ends. Guys were lining up and the three Latinos used me hard. For a while they had their friends using me. They were all saying stuff in Spanish but had no clue what they were saying. It was so fucking hot! As soon as one pulled out of my mouth or ass another slid right in. Somewhere in all of that someone was holding my head down with popper bottle glued to my nose. I was spinning so fucking hard. Someone must have slipped a bump up my ass at some point because I felt out of this world. My throat went limp and opened up wide. My ass was on fire and hungry. I lost all track of time or what was even going on. I just remember hearing bits and pieces like "fucking pig" and "breed him" and "who's next" and "knock that fucker up." I came back to and I was in the sling with my legs up in the straps, bouncing all around on someone's cock. I tried to move but someone had ahold of my arms, and someone had a popper soaked rag over my mouth and nose. Not sure how long I stayed there unable to get down. But at some point no one else was in line so I got. I nearly slipped and fell from all he cum on the floor. I felt it running all down the side of my legs. It was 4:30 AM at that point, so I showered, hopped in the hot tube to relax before heading out. It was an insane night to say the least. I know I had taken at least (approximately) 25 loads, but had lost track once I was in the fuck bench. Now, I'm a good bottom slut, but this was a bit out of character even for me as prior to this occasion the max I had taken was, maybe, six. I'm not sure what they drugged me with to get me to do things like that. I guess we will see what happens.

I’d been blowing clouds with a daddy I would hook up with. He would have me come over and there would be a pipe loaded and ready for me when I arrived. “Sit, hit this until you finish it.” He’d say. And for the next twenty to thirty minutes I’d watch porn as I hit the pipe. When I was done, he’d fill it again. “Ok, lemme know when this is done.” And so I’d continue. By the time I was done I’d be flying and he’d be ready. He’d fill it again, move to the bed and take his clothes off. “Get between my legs and suck my meat, boy.” He nonchalantly order. And I’d take my clothes off, leaving on my jock, and I’d begin to suck he thick daddy dick. He was southern, white trashy / redneck sort of guy. Nice enough, with a great cock between his legs. I’d suck his dick for hours, and he’d feed me the pipe. He loved getting me higher and higher and having my spun mouth work over his dick. At some point in the night, after hours of me nursing his meat, he’d tell me to grease up my hole, turn around and sit down on his dick. And I would gladly oblige. One night, about midway into the session he received a text. And then sent another, and received another. “Hey, I need to go get some more shit. I have a friend staying in the other room. You are going to entertain him until I get back. Go over, knock on the door and he’ll let you in. When I get back, you can continue. Without hesitating I stood up and walked out of the room. I knocked on the door, it slid open, dark except the glow of a cell phone on a nightstand. And I walked in. A figure, taller than me, muscular, quietly said “Hey there.” and shut the door behind me. I moved toward the bed and he followed. He was naked and hard. “Is your hole open yet?” He asked. “Haven’t been fucked today yet” I responded. He reached over and lubed up his finger. “Lay down.” He told me. I laid on the bed and he guided my legs in the air. Lubing my ass and pushing in with his finger. “Not too tight. Good.” He pushed me further back and climbed on top of me. He handed me a bottle of poppers. “Hit these deep a few times, let me know when you are done with them.” He said. I hit them deep and hard, and immediately my skin and head buzzed and I felt light as a feather. I could feel him lubing up my hole more, and then he pushed my legs all the way back by my ears and placed a pillow under my ass. Then I felt his cock head on my hole and it pressed in. My hole was eager and I just wanted it to be filled with something big and thick. I still couldn’t make out his face really, but his body was firm, long and muscular. His dick with thick and just long enough. He slid all the way in. And I started to move a little for position. He grabbed my neck and said, “Do not move. Your job is to lay there, silently and take it. You move and I stop. You make a sound and I stop. If you need poppers, just tough your nose. Otherwise don’t move. Got it?” I was so turned on. “Yes.” I quietly responded. “Good. You are a bottom. My whore. Just a hole. And I want to get off. So shut up.” And he proceeded to fuck me deep and hard. I didn’t dare move. He handed me the poppers and and I inhaled deeply. About twenty minutes later he blew his load into my hole. It was still completely dark, I still hadn’t seen his face really. And when he was done shooting his load he pulled out. “Thanks. I think our bud is back.” And he walked to the door, slid it open while staying in the dark and ushered me into the hall. I went back to the daddy’s room. He was laying in the bed, porn on, dick out, pipe loaded. I went right back to sucking his meat. “How was my friend?” He asked. “Great.” I mumbled as I worked his cock with my mouth. “You just made me $40.” He said. “Daddy’s little whore.” My dick got rock hard. And I sucked him until he came. He fell asleep almost as soon as he came, and I quietly dressed and slipped out into the pre-dawn cool air of the street. I wasn’t nearly done. So I drove to a local sex club, parked and went in. This place was a sleazy hole, no private rooms, just lockers. And it had a few slings, some glory holes and a second level lofted with various spots to fuck and suck. I stripped down to my jock and sneakers, locked my locker, grabbed a cigarette and ran to the little smoking room towards the back. It was fairly quiet, no one doing anything, a guy was on the computers scrolling through profiles online, and another guy was already in the smoking room. Wearing jeans, a leather harness, and boots. He was smoking a cigarette. I sat down, he offered me a light. A few mins in, he pulled a pipe from his jeans and torched the bowl, and blew a big cloud. He offered me a hit, and I took it. We started chatting. He asked about my night, and without sparing much detail I told him what had happened so far. He smiled. “Woof!” He snarled. “Want to get fucked more?” He asked. And I nodded. He stood, pulled out a bag, and then found a small but nice size rock. “Bend over bud, lets get this deep in there.” And I turned around showed him my ass, and he pushed the rock deep inside. I turned around and sat back down. He pulled out his phone and started typing. “I have a few buddies who might be close by who would love a go on your ass. Let’s see what we can get going.” And he hit send on his phone. “Ok, go get that hole in a sling. I’ll be right there.” I walked out of the room and found a sling I liked toward the front. I slid up into it, and noticed a few more guys had come into the club. One big bear, younger, and fully clothed. An older guy, about 65, tall, lanky, with his dick hanging out of his jeans and a leather vest. And a third guy, about 40, long hair, long beard, kinda looked dirty and homeless. The all took note of the me hopping into the sling. My friend from the smoking room came out and handed me his poppers. “They are heading over now.” He said. I hit the poppers and he stuck a finger in my ass. The other three circled closer to the sling. He looked up and said to the dirty looking one, “Want his ass?” And with that he gave me to the dude. I never saw his dick, but felt it go in. He pushed all the way deep, and it felt amazing. My new smoking friend moved toward my head, gave me a hit of poppers. Looked quickly around, pulled out his pipe and lit if for me and I inhaled deep as the homeless guy plowed into my ass. “Your hole is mine tonight, and I’m going to keep it full.” My new buddy announced. As soon as the homeless guy blew his load in my hole, he motioned for the lanky older guy to take his place. This guy had been quiet so far watching, but as soon as his dick entered my ass it nearly doubled in size and he tore into my hole hard. It hurt from time to time, and my bud would make sure the poppers were at the ready. This went on for at least a half hour, and I noticed a few others had joined us. The old man finally busted his nut and pulled out. He leaned in and whispered to me “I love a good fucking whore. what locker is yours, I’ll slip me number into it. Call me as soon as you are done with here tonight, and I’ll keep you busy later.” I gave him my locker number and off he went. “My friends are here.” My smoking bud said with a smile, handing me the poppers again. “I also had them text their friends.” And before I had finished the hit of poppers, another dick was in my ass.

This erotic fiction is a continuation of my story, The Broken Jock, that started in the "General Bareback Sex Stories" section that now, at Part 3, seems to belong in this section instead—for reasons you will soon discover. Check out Parts 1 and 2 to see how far this young, gay, safe-sex only, softball player has fallen. Enjoy. The Broken Jock by @ButtB4iGo, Part 3 The next Friday afternoon, Hank texted me. Hank: Hey boy, I have plans for that hot little hole of yours tonight. Be at room 228 at the Folsom Motel at 11. It had been almost a week since Hank fucked me last and I was feeling really horny. I had made plans to meet friends at a Castro bar at 8, but I figured I could excuse myself around 10:30 and head to the motel to get another one of Hank's anonymous fucks. I still don't know what he looks like. Me: OK, sir. -- When I got to the motel room door, the hall lights were dimmed by so many fluorescent tubes being out with one or two flickering. I’m in a horror film, I thought to myself with a grin. But since the typical motel had its hallways outside under the lights of the surrounding city, it actually wasn’t as dark or menacing as all that. I knocked on door number 228. “Who’s there?” I heard Hank say. “It’s me. Adam.” I heard lamps being turned off and then the door opened. “Get on the bed face down, boy. Push down your pants, too.” I felt my way to the bed and laid down on my chest while opening the fly to my jeans. Hank closed the door, came up behind me and helped push my pants down. “Nice white jock, boy. You know what gets my dick hard.” He then pushed his soft leather cod piece against my bare ass. “Let’s get this blind fold on you.” My cock was rock hard in anticipation for Hank to plow my hole again. Did he bring more anonymous used condoms like last time? Hank got on top of me and licked the left side of my face in one long upward lick. “Your going to get some more of ol’ Hank’s cock tonight. Plus, I’ve invited a few friends over from that hook up site, BareBackFuckers.” “Yes!” I didn’t use my inside voice. Hank explained more, whispering in my ear. “I found your profile on that safe-sex only site you are still on, and I took a screen shot of it. Then I went to BareBackFuckers and shared that screen shot with some select tops that I want to see get inside you.” Hank shoved his hand under me to feel my dick. He easily felt the precum I was leaking into my jock pouch. “Fuck, boy! Already leaking. I knew you needed some more raw cock in you.” He continued rubbing my cock head through the cloth as he went on. “I told these select men that safe-only ShortStop91 is now taking all loads. There are two men coming here tonight to fuck and load up your hole while you suck my cock. These guys will only have one mission: to breed that nice newbie hole of yours. Then you’ll get fucked by me. Understand?” I nodded. “Yes, sir.” Hank seemed especially intense tonight, but I wanted it, and Hank knew just how to use me. Hank got up and unsnapped the leather cod piece. He walked around to the other side of the bed and I felt the mattress take on his weight in front of my blindfolded face. His cock was rock hard as he rubbed it on my face and in my hair. His P.A. was cool on my lips when he told me to open up. He pushed his cock in forcibly to the back of my throat and he held the back of my head as I squirmed and gagged on the P.A. “Fuck yeah, jock boy. Take my cock in your throat. I know you can take Phil’s cock in there.” I relaxed my throat to help Hank invade, and I breathed through my nose the way Phil always commanded. Hank said he wanted to skull fuck me before the other men got there. I did pretty well, I think. I tried to forget about the scary P.A. in my throat and just focus on Hank’s cock head. About every minute or so, Hank would push all the way in and keep it there while I gagged. As he pulled out I got some air again, recovered, and opened my mouth to let Hank to do it again. “Good boy, Adam. Let me have that mouth and throat!” A knock on the door. “Who’s there?” Hank yelled. “Ahhhh… I think we’re both from the site,” came from a man’s voice from outside the door. “I’m Coach4Jox and this other fella is…” “Pops9in!” the other man’s voice finished. They must have arrived at the same time. "Come on in, guys." The door opened and I heard the men enter. "Turn on that one lamp, too. I’ve got him blindfolded.” I heard the click of the lamp and shortly thereafter felt a hand feel up my naked ass and another hand in my hair. “Shit! It really is you!” said the man near my face. “I’ve been checking you out on the safe-sex hook up site for two years. Your ass looks so good in that softball uniform pic! I’ve messaged you, too. But I figured you didn't answer because I’m a lot older. I see you at the bars sometimes, too. I have fantasized many times about fucking your gorgeous butt, and I have schemed in my head about how I’d pull the damned condom off without you knowing. I can’t believe I get to finally put my cock in that butt of yours—although I have to admit, a good stealth breeding of your jock ass would have been truly amazing.” As the guy near my head was talking, the other guy was already trying to push his cock into my hole. He was about a quarter way in dry. As Pops9In was taking my hole I realized that I recognize the other guy’s handle from the safe-sex site. Coach4Jox was a white-haired man, mid-60s, who was constantly trying to set-up a fuck date with me with messages like: “I have condoms. I would love to shove my daddy cock into that very nice jock butt of yours.” But, I have had lots of men trying to get in my pants who were hotter than Coach4Jox, so I just never really gave him much thought. Hank pushed his cock back into my mouth and announced to the other men that ShortStop91 is going bareback today and that they should "fuck me up.” “As my handle indicates, I’ve got 9 inches of raw cock I’m going to shove up his 'safe-only' butt.” He kept pushing into me. "Fuck, this hole is tight!” "There’s lube next to you on the bed,” Hank offered. “I brought the oil-based stuff this safe-boy has always avoided.” Hank was playing like I was being offered up for barebacking for the first time to these men. Close enough for me. In my head, I was still in the process of being fully used and violated by my Hank. A man who started fucking me into bareback whoredom only two fuck sessions ago. I thought to myself, Pops9in and Coach4Jox will be men #11 and #12 to shoot their loads inside my hole. “Ahhhhh!” I gasped. With a lubed cock, Pops9in entered my hole. “Nice! We have penetration!” Hank said. The man’s large cock filled my rectum as I gripped Hank’s leather-clad thighs. Hank pulled his cock out of my mouth and put an opened poppers bottle under my nose. “Take a good hit, boy.” I took about six hits as the cock inside me pushed in some more. I felt the inner tingle and static from the poppers. “Mmmmm,” I moaned as Hank pushed his P.A. and cock head back into my throat. “He’s lit,” Hank said. “Go ahead and try to fuck him now.” “He’s really tight,” the man said. “Take my cock, son. And no fucking rubbers, safe boy. This is raw cock inside you. This is what taking a man’s cock is supposed to feel like. Damn, I’m all the way in.” The man, Pops9in, bucked so that his cock head nudged the deepest part of my hole. “Oh, yeah. Fuckin’ sweet hole here. Can’t fuckin’ believe my luck today when you messaged me.” He then started fucking in long strokes. Grunting and telling me to take it. Telling me that I loved raw dick now. “And my cock is not pulling out until every one of my fucking sperm is inside your young" —thrust— “jock” —thrust— "butt.” “Do it!” Hank’s cock got extremely hard in my mouth as he watched the man fucking my ass. “Let me see you shove that poz cock up that jock ass. Fuck that neg jock ass.” Was that just hot talk? Did I hear Hank say “poz”, “neg”? It began to sink in how Hank might be violating me tonight. All the years of getting fucked with condoms to avoid HIV infection, and was it true? Was I getting fucked bareback by an HIV positive top? Was it just fantasy talk? Hank held the poppers under my nose again, and I surrendered. “Yeah boy, take another hit. Poz9Inch wants to load up your hole tonight. Take his poz cock and let him load you up.” I realized then I had originally misheard the handle on the man whose huge cock was now pistoning in and out of my hole, a poz cock without a condom. The poppers had taken over my head, so I gave in. Hank put his hard cock back in my mouth and told me to suck on the head. A wave of poppers-induced electricity went right to my groin and asshole. I found myself using my mouth and my ass muscles to milk the two cocks that were inside me. I was going to knowingly have a raw anonymous poz cock unload inside my ass for the first time. Once Poz9In heard his HIV status revealed to me, he started fucking rougher, grunting as he landed his cock head deep in my hole. “Fuckin charge that hole, man,” I heard the Coack4Jox say. “Breed that safe-only ass!” “My pre-cum has been lubing him up for the last 15 minutes, so this neg jock is getting it already. Might as well load ‘em up.” I heard the men wickedly cheer as Poz9in was building up to unload inside me. “Do it, man,” said Hank. “Unload in his hole, he’ll take it. Won’t you, boy.” I nodded. “Fuck yeah, kid. Here is comes.” Poz9in made guttural grunts as his cock shot his warm toxic cum into my rectum. “Yes! There is it boy. All my sperm having a party inside your hole right now. Ah! Ah! Fuck! Yeah! Let me fuck that in.” Poz9In fucked me hard for about a minute. His cum was so battered in my hole that I could feel some of it leaking down my nut sack and into my jock. “Fuck!” I cried. “Fuck!!!” “That’s it, boy,” Hank coached into my left ear. “Take the man's poz load, Adam. I knew you’d be a good submissive boy for me tonight.” Poz9in pulled out of my ass and I felt the cool air of the room on my exposed jock-strapped ass. My legs had been kicked wide apart by him as he bred me, maniacally trying to shove his cock as far in as he could. I felt completely open as the white-haired old man got in place between my legs. Coach4Jox entered me quickly and began hammering his good sized meat into my cum-slicked hole. He fucked in and out of me as he talked. “Fuck yeah! For so long, I’ve fantasized about doing this to you, Adam. Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I’ve stalked you at your softball games and watched you get drunk at the bars, hoping you’d get wasted enough to need someone to walk you home. I’d imagine promising you that I’d wear a condom if you’d let me fuck you. Thinking about how I could use a condom and wait until you’re passed out drunk on your bed to rip the condom off and slide back in, stealth pozzing you when I unload shot after shot of my toxic cum inside that young jock butt of yours.” Coach4Jox kept fucking my hole and promising me another poz load as Hank, listening to the man’s perverted confession, climaxed. “Damn! I’m cumming in your mouth, boy! Open up that throat.” I let Hank’s cock head into my throat again and immediately felt the warmth of his sperm in my throat as I swallowed. I took Hank’s load like he was a familiar lover. He kept his dick in my mouth as he watched and listened to the old man fuck me. Hank pushed my head to the bed hard. “Now’s your chance, Coach. You’ve got him passed out on the bed now. Fucking stealth that young jock ass. Fucking breed that neg hole with your poz cock." “Fuck! Here it comes, you fucking neg shortstop tease," Coach4Jox said. “Take my load up your sweet butt for good.” Coach4Jox unloaded a hot torrent of poz cum into my hole. The men celebrated my violation with profanity and slaps on my ass. The old man pulled out of my ass and told the other men to look at my hole. “Fuck! This is what two poz loads up a hot young bubble butt looks like. Poz9in added, "Fucking hot jock boy, getting knocked up by anonymous men like that.” He slapped my ass. After the rustling sounds of men getting dressed, Hank said, “Thank you, gentlemen, for helping me out tonight. This was a safe-only boy who submitted fully to me only recently. As far as I know you two are his first poz loads. I am hoping to get him introduced and used at the bathhouse soon, and I think tonight should ease that transition.” I could hear, “sure thing, man” and “anytime” from the outside corridor. With the door open, I could feel the cold San Francisco air on my wet asshole. I heard Hank put keys on the night table by the bed. “Check out’s at noon. You can stay until then, if you want. You were great tonight, boy. Let’s consider meeting up again mid-week. I’ll text you.” My violation would continue. “Yes, sir.” “That’s what I like to hear. Keep that blindfold on for five minutes!” I heard the door close and listened as Hank’s footsteps faded. I fell asleep in that position: facedown, bare assed, legs spread. My asshole felt wet, open, used and empty. I slept soundly, dreaming only of sex. I wanted more. Edited July 31 by drscorpio Put a link to the first 2 parts in 37

For me, I don't fuck much at bookstores for so many aren't prepped and cleaned out for it. The bookstore here seems to be a spur of the moment thing for guys. I don't fuck shitty holes. I do fuck guys I recognize and who I know come cleaned out and looking to be fucked.

Haven't posted in a while. Fucks here and there. Just had a handyman that works on buildings in my area come over. Never met him in person before but he saw my CL ad that I was looking for loads. Older, slim, fairly muscular guy with a nice size cock 7.5 but with girth. He came in and unzipped his pants and dropped his briefs down (older guys in briefs turn me on) and had me suck his cock. Tasted great but he said he hadnt came in a while now and he was a bit nervous he would cum quick. We switched to the bedroom where he slid his nice cock into my hairy hole doggy style. Felt amazing. Pumped it for a bit and I could tell he was churning that seed. I told him to to fuck me on my back and we switched to my arms on his shoulders. I could tell by his face he was getting close to unloading so I squeezed my ass muscles and told him to dump that seed inside me. His face of relief as he shot his warm load in me was awesome. He wanted to pull out quick but I told him to push it in further, deep. He eventually pulled out, still kinda hard and I wanted round 2 but he said he had a job to go to. I'll definitely hit him up again. Starting the day with some much needed protein.

It's probably the safe sex thing compared with a disinterested wife who doesn't like giving blowjobs. I do like to suck cock, but also want my reward. A guy pulling away just before cumming and walking away is just the worst

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

Two years ago I was in DC at the Eagle and two muscular black guys in their mid-30s in harnesses and I were cruising each other. I was 38 at the time, smooth athletic build and wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I finally went over to talk to them and one of them said "Come on. You're going back to our place, you fucking pig." Sounded good to me so I followed them back to their place. We get there and they tell me to strip down to the black jock I was wearing, and to get into the sling. They also stripped, although they left on their harnesses. Next thing I know my right arm was tied above my head and one of the guys asked me if I partied. I said I smoked some T before, but not much. They just looked at each other. They asked if I was poz, to which I answered "No, I'm neg." Another look. Next thing I knew I saw three syringes with orange caps. Being tied-up in a sling, I started to panic a little, but the bigger of the two guys, Terry, said "Relax, we got ya." I responded "Please, don't." Terry replied "You're still our slut for the night." Next thing I knew he wiped my forearm with an alcohol swap, and inserted a needle into my arm. I saw a tinge of blood enter the syringe and then he depressed the plunger, injecting the liquid into my arm. I completely lost my breath and gasped, but Terry encouraged me to take a deep breath. I coughed three or four times, and then felt warm and tingly. My ass felt as if it was on fire. I just looked at Terry and Tom, the other top, and blurted out "Please, fuck me. Please, give me your cock." The two guys laughed at me and said "Good boy, now we have you the way we like you - a hungry Tina junkie, begging for cock." Tom approached to fuck me with his 9.5 inch big black cock. When I realized he was not wearing a condom, I said "No, not raw, please, SIR" but he responded "Shut up, slut and take it" and with that he rammed his entire raw cock into my ass, and all I could do was beg for it. He chuckled "What do you want, white boy?" I answered "Please fuck me SIR." Tom yelled "You want this nigger cock boy?" I muttered "Yes, SIR." I didn't wanna say it. but he made me, and finally I screamed "Fuck me SIR - give me that huge nigger cock up my pussy." Good slut" he replied, and proceeded to fuck me then grunted "Take my poz load boy - here it comes." I was so high I begged him to breed me. When Tom withdrew, Terry was next at bat, and Tom disappeared downstairs. Same thing - another case of "Take my big black cock boy" and as he fed me his 10.5. inches. It was so fucking thick I kept the poppers handy and was begging for it up my pig cunt. He also bred me and as he blew his load I found myself saying "Feed me your cum SIR, breed me" to which he responded "Here it comes, boy - another poz load for your pussy." When he pulled-out and I could feel cum dripping down my legs. My hole felt so empty and I squirmed in the sling, at which point Terry pick-up a huge red butt plus and proceeded to shove it up my pig cunt. It felt soooo good to be stuffed. Then he disappeared downstairs for a good 15 minutes. Next thing I knew, Terry, Tom and two more huge black muscle guys walked into the room. Terry (or was it Tom?) said to the guys "Here's the junkie slut we are pozzing. You want some?" The guys immediately stripped and proceeded to slam themselves. While they were prepping themselves, Tom asked me "You need another slam boy? This time its gonna be a big one - we want you really fucked up." Tom proceeded to stick himself and draw some of his blood into the syringe. As I watched, he depressed the plunger only a bit. The next thing I knew he pulled it out of his arm and stuck me with it - injecting his poz blood into my arm. No sooner had the contents of the syringe entered my blood stream, well, I was flying! I coughed even harder this time and all four of the guys laughed at me. Tom said "Good slut - I just gave you a .5 slam." My pussy was on fire like never before. They untied me from the sling and put me on the bed where they proceeded to take turns on me for over three hours. They even double fucked me. My pussy couldn't get enough bareback cock. The two guests also bred me, so I had four loads in my pig cunt when one of the guys brought out some huge fucking dildos. I honestly didn't think I could take them but certainly wanted to try. I took a deep hit of poppers and the guys proceeded to wreck my hole with extra large black dildos, eventually shoving two in me at once. Sometime later the two guests left, and Tom and Terry fucked me some more, eventually depositing loads five and six in my ass. Late morning I left, and as we parted, Terry and Tom said "Good slut - we want you again. Welcome to the world of poz pig play - you fucking Tina slut." Part 2 next time.

Picture says it all... one of my biggest turn-ons is having a totally submissive guy between my legs, worshipping my cock and balls while I feed him poppers at MY discretion. Let me turn you into a sex-hungry animal with my cock down your throat while I force you to hit that bottle until you lose all control. Whoring you out and having guys fuck you in the ass in a bathhouse or hotel room while I drill your throat is even more of a turn-on. Would love to find a guy and use him until he can't even perform sexually without poppers. Want to talk about it? Hit me up.

My buddy and I (let's call him Scott) have had some pretty wild adventures over our 8 years of friendship. I have a partner of 10 years and Scott is single. The three of us do quite a bit together - dinner, movies, concerts, etc. Sometimes when Scott and I are alone we like to take it to a bit of a dark side. We were at a pool party once and a little tipsy and both had to piss. We end up in the same bathroom and pissing over the same toilet. He was enamored with my pecker and I was with his, too. We drained each other and returned to the pool party a few minutes tardy and two loads lighter. One night after he swallowed a load of cum out of my 8 inch dick we got to talking about drugs and party drugs. We'd done ecstasy, cocaine and GHB together on various dance floors across the world - always a nice euphoric escape from reality. Scott asked if I'd ever tried Tina. I hadn't. I'd heard the horror stories and always just steered clear of it. Scott told me that he'd been doing it off and on for the past couple of months and having some intense and mind-blowing sex. Hot! Scott's a muscle power bottom. 5'9" 180 blond, well built fucker with an AMAZING bubble butt. His other hole is equally amazing. I don't know how he does it but he sucks the hell out of a cock. Out of curiosity I asked if he had anyTina but he didn't. I was intrigued and aroused and he could tell. If I were ever to try it it would have to be with Scott. I had a bulge in my pants and his cock started to plump up, too. We decided to head out to a sex club spot with some open play spaces and glory holes -- he loves to suck cock and it turns me on to watch it.....and he lets out these little whimpers when he gets a spurt of pre-cum on his tongue. And moans louder when it's feeding time. And on the flip side, to hear the top grunt through the wall as he's emptying his nuts down Scott's throat. Really fucking hot. So we arrive and it's not very busy but there are a few hot guys. We make a few laps and end up in a dark corner, enter a stall and wait patiently. One of the hot studs had eyed us immediately and headed in our direction but he took a different path so we weren't sure who might open up that door. Heard the door creak and like Pavlov's dog, Scott dropped to his knees in front of the glory hole. It wasn't our stud, but it was a decent looking guy. Part of the fun is to wait for the cock pull out to see what you're working with. This cock was a beauty. Milky white with thick veins, uncut. Scott went to work and I dropped my pants, too. Too fucking turned on not to jack my cock. Our neighbor offered some poppers and we all sniffed hard and took off to outer space. It didn't take long for our neighbor to bust his nut. Scott's moans alerted me that the cum reward was on its way. He loved loads. And he loved standing up and kissing me with a freshly deposited load in his mouth. It's really fucking hot to smell it on his lips, his breath and TASTE another man's DNA while we kiss. We love to share hot stranger's cum with each other. Our neighbor zipped up and left and we decided to take another lap. It had gotten a bit more crowded and Scott recognized someone and hurriedly whisked around the corner. I assumed it was an old trick. It was - but it was one of the guys he's been smoking tina with and marathon fucking. I couldn't tell if he wanted to leave, if he was embarrassed, if he didn't want them to see me or me to see them. Finally, I bursted out do you think he has any tina? At that exact moment, Tate came around the corner and immediately noticed Scott. They hugged/kissed and chuckled a bit about seeing each other there. Scott then introduced me to Tate. Tate is a beast specimen of a man. Gorgeous milk chocolate skin and a smooth demeanor. Without skipping a beat he whispers to Scott asking if he wanted to party. Scott said DEFINITELY, but can my friend join, too? He motioned us back down a series of halls and ultimately led to a large door. I wasn't sure if it was part of the establishment or a security door for emergency. It was a small warehouse like room for storage more than likely. Once the door shut behind us it was pitch black. And eerily quiet.... I could hear our new friend fumbling in his pockets and the next thing I hear is the flicker of a lighter. He's got a glass pipe in his hand a lighter underneath and after a few seconds he lifts the pipe to his mouth to inhale the thick white smoke circling in the little glass bowl. Scott's already on his knees with black cock in his mouth and goddamn is it a big black cock. Tate offered me the pipe but I told him I didn't really know what to do. He kept the lighter under for me and coached me through it. I took my first hit and almost immediately felt a little tingly and warm. He made me hit it again as Scott was deep throating his monster cock. I have to admit that I loved the way the smoke was making me feel. It was Scott's turn to hit the pipe and I was enthralled with it. Hearing the flicker of the lighter.....the thick white clouds swirling the bowl and ultimately being inhaled for some inhibition altering bareback fucking. Scott was taking another hit so I dropped to my knees to get a taste of my new buddy. His dick was huge and dripping pre-cum. I cupped his balls with my hands and savored sucking his piece. Scott was loving the pipe and hitting it again and our buddy did that always hot, tell-tale sign from a top. He started maneuvering his hand back to Scott's muscle ass. He wanted that hot ass and Scott definitely wanted that black meat. Before long, Scott's pants were down at his ankles and he was bent over ready to take it. Another pipe hit and a few gobs of spit was all it took and they were barebacking with a frenzy. I couldn't see everything but I could definitely hear the fucking. The moans....the skin smacking against skin. The filthy talk between the two of them about where to shoot the load. It was very hot. Scott started squeezing his muscle hole around that big dick and it didn't take more than 30 seconds or so for him to unload. The cock reluctantly flopped out of Scott's hole and he immediately swung around to clean the cock and get every last dribble of cum. It was all incredibly hot. But I realized that after smoking some, my hole was hungry and absolutely on fire..... (Part 2 if interest)

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

I've been trying to find someone poz and not on meds for years and have never been able to seal the deal. Anyone out there in the MSP area?

I've just ordered my first two packages of Prep online. Delivery to UK 7-14 days. Nervous and very excited. Been taking random anon loads for years now, still HIV- I'm going to retest HIV- this week. If all confirmed fine I'll be able to host my first hotel breeding session from the end of the month. Looking forward to have my cumhole sloppy as soon as possible. I'll take anon loads hitting poppers wearing my slutty jockstrap.

It has been well over two years since rawrawraw76 has posted an update. Time for all of the fans to let this story to have a peaceful rest. :D

(1) I've taken multiple loads many times in one evening but I prefer to have a bathroom available if I take more than 3 or 4. All depends on the size of the loads and my digestive system at the moment. (2) I don't think there is one answer to this question because a lot depends on the person, including age. Some technique may work for years and then it can stop working. An example is fiber which for me is no good. Deciding on what to use when douching is also something personal. (3) Prevent discomfort? Not sure what you mean. I may smell the "aroma" of the loads left overnight. (4) The best bet is a bathhouse unless you are in your 20's and 30's when it's easier to hook-up only, exchange sexy pictures, etc. I find that for older guys cruising places are better because no need to ask "Stats? Age?". You meet somewhere in the bathhouse, you like each other and just have sex.

I hope his former coach finally gets a crack at his posed up cunt

Great story. Looking forward to more about this broken jock getting fucked up

So met with the group at the weekend. Was about 17ish guys there, got fucked by 8 (I think kinda started to loose count lol) 5 fucked me raw (that I know of), 3 unloaded in me. It was so hot, get horny now thinking about it!

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.

Part 6: The thunder echoed off the broken, brick walls, and the rain pelted against the feeble plastic covering Lil’Petey’s cardboard shanty. I had fallen asleep after my rape fuck down of the two daddies and didn’t know what time it was. I grabbed one of the flashlights, checked my watch – 1:45 a.m. – too fucking early. The thunder boomed again and what had been small drips of rain coming in, now started to become little streams. I grabbed what was left of the food and drinks, scrambled out and beelined it to the back door of the trap house, shaking myself off like a wet Pit Bull as I stepped inside. Through the flickers of light from the storm I saw a few other bodies here and there, a flash of lighter as someone lit up, and a couple of snores and grunts – the sounds of humanity. “What the fuck man,” one of the trap house visitor’s snarled as I shone the light around. I thought maybe Lil’Petey might have come back and was in here, so I stepped over bodies, made my way down the hall, checking out each room in turn and disturbing a variety of night activities. I hefted the bag of food and drinks in my left arm, eased open the door to the basement, and shone the light down as shadows scurried away like rats. At the bottom of the steps I did a quick scan and saw a few folks passed out, a couple others well on their way, but in the far corner a familiar site – the bum I had fucked earlier sitting beside someone else, stroking their dicks and whispering to one another. I set the bag down by their feet, shone my light on one dirty face then another, set the flashlight on the broken concrete floor, and in the dusky shadows they could see the darkness of my raging hard dick. A quick whisper, check of the bag, and both homeless dudes had their pants pulled down and white asses wagging at me like some animal on National Geographic. “AAAHHHHRRR”, the first bum cried out as I dry fucked his hole and forced my dick head in. I held tight and pushed – pushed – and ripped through his ass – pulled back out and ripped it again. His buddy – the bum I fucked before - tried to shush him to no avail; I didn’t care. Let them all hear. The bum I fucked before was now frantic for some dick too and kept pushing his ass up against our bodies as I fucked. I like a hungry slut so yanked out of the first hole and dropped into his. Two fucking pigs squealing for raw AIDS Bone! I took my time, relishing how tight the new ass was and savoring his grunts and cries as I raped his hole. I then started to get that weird feeling – you know a mix of eagerness to cum, but you can’t because your bladder is full? Back to ass of the bum I fucked before and as I had already marked his hole with my nutt, time to fill his guts with something else. A quick pause, a twitch, and I flooded his insides with a torrent of thug piss, much to his surprise- HA! My piss coated dick slid balls deep back in the new bum’s ass and I bang fucked it as hard and as deep as I could until BAM! Hot dirty nutt coating his quivering hole. A few more thrusts to make sure it was worked in, I tucked my semi-hard dick away, picked up my flashlight, scooted the bag of food and drinks to the pussy asses in thanks, and made my way back upstairs. I stood by the back door for a while and smoke a couple cigarettes, the rain finally eased as the storm passed, and I crawled back in the cardboard shanty. I was wishing Lil’Petey was there, my dick throbbed at the thought of his fresh ass, but I soon drifted off to sleep. I woke back up about 5:30 a.m. and chuckled at the new layer of speckled red stains on the front of my jeans. A marker of my latest hole wreckin. My dick was raring so I pulled out the cell phone from Mr. Wall Street, told him to give me his office address and to meet me there in an hour. He objected of course, but once I reminded him what a dick hungry pussy ass he was, he complied. Right at 6:30 a.m. I walked into the fancy office building, along with a couple business clones and the newspaper boy. The two guards at the desk were ready to kick me out, but then I told them I had a delivery and gave them the name of the man who I was there to see. They scanned a clipboard, nodded, pointed to the elevator, then one of the guards stretched over the desk and said, “Hey buddy. No smoking in here – and if you got a delivery, where’s the package?” I stopped, dropped the cigarette on the floor and put it out with my sneaker, and as for the second answer, I just gave him a fuck off smile and kept on walking. The elevator rose higher and higher, dinged, and I stepped off. Mr. Wall Street was pacing nervously back and forth, “You…you…you can’t be here. This is where I work!” he exclaimed in a frantic whisper. I step pushed Wall Street against the glass conference room wall on the other side of the hall, got about an inch from his face, and said, “Remember, you my bitch now. Why else did you give me this fucking phone except to let you know when it was time to serve daddy? What’s the matter? The wife don’t know what a pussy you are? You afraid your co-workers will look down on you for being a cunt? Or is it just because it’s a black thug dick that your hole is cravin?” Wall Street was sweating now. Good. I took his hand, set it on my raging boner and said, “Now, you got 10 seconds to show me where your office is.” He shook his head in agreement and stumbled down the hall towards his right as I lit up another cigarette and swaggered after him. Yeah that ass was going to get some bum-grime in it as my dick was crusty from their ass. We got to his office, he stepped in, I followed, he closed the door and winced as it banged shut louder than he had expected. He fidgeted with the blinds on the window to the hall, bobbed his head back and forth checking no one could see through the crack as I chuckled, smoked, and massaged my hard on. I unzipped my pants, then unbuttoned them, let them drop, then bunch stepped out of them leaving them in a pile in the middle of his office floor along with my sneakers. Wall Street’s eyes got big as he say my monster dick sprout out and my full balls swinging. I set my cigarette on the edge of his desk as Wall Street frantically tried to find something to catch the falling ash. I pulled my t-shirt off, stretched, picked my cigarette back up and said, “GET ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES FAGGOT, LICK MY BALLS.” He hesitated, my growl knocked some sense into him and he quickly got on the carpet, scooted forward on his knees and wrinkled his nose at the smell coming off my dick. HA! I raised my dick up, grabbed his head, and he gagged as I shoved his nose up into my nutt sac, “SMELL THOSE AIDS BALLS – SMELL THAT RANK DICK PIT – LICK THAT SHIT HOLE AND TASTE HOW A MAN SHOULD TASTE – DO IT RIGHT AND YOU MIGHT GET A REWARD.” Wall Street gagged some more, but his tongue set to work and each time he turned his head to get at the underside, I slapped his face hard with my dick making him flinch. I was trying to give him a fucking black eye with my monster BBC and bitch may need to learn how to do makeup if he ain’t careful. A quick tongue bath of my underside and I stepped back, leaned against the big, wood desk, set the cigarette between my teeth, grabbed his head between my hands and squeezed and said, “OPEN THAT FAG MOUTH. TIME TO GET GAGGED BY SOME THUG DICK – SWALLOW THIS THUG AIDS BONE – THIS IS YOUR REWARD MOTHA FUCKA – YOU GET TO SPIT IT UP AND TASTE ALL THAT ASS THAT I’VE BEEN MARKING UP.” I have to give it to him; Wall Street was a quick learner and did a much better job sucking me this time. When his dry heaves from the stank and crust had subsided and his throat started to open, I grabbed the back of his head, pushed my dick in as far as it would go and said, “LOOK UP BITCH – SHOW DADDY YOU LIKE THAT AIDS BONE DICK. SHOW DADDY HOW MUCH YOU WANT IT WRECKING YOUR ASSHOLE!” As he did I took a few photos on my cell and sent them to my account in the cloud for safe keeping. He would have pulled off if I had not been holding him tight. HA! I smiled, took a few more shots clearly showing his office, his mouth on my dick, then decided it was time. Wall Street fell over, tangled in his pants as I pushed him back, stepped around, ran my hands over his big desk, then sat my bare musky ass in his expensive leather chair and scooted back and forth. Yeah that’ll leave a mark. I spun around, looked out the floor to ceiling window and gazed upon the city lights winking out as the morning sun rose higher in the sky. “Get the fuck over here,” I ordered. Wall Street half stumbled around the desk and I chuckled as his pants were still partways wrapped around his ankles. SLAP! “DID I TELL YOU TO SUCK MY FUCKING DICK? TURN THE FUCK AROUND, SHOW ME THAT HUNGRY PINK CUNT,” I spat out. Wall Street spun around, bent forward a little; I pushed the chair back further, leaned back, then drove my foot into the crevice where his hole was. He stumbled, his hands against the window now as my long toes dug at his treasure hole – my hole now. With my foot digging at his ass I propped myself back, enjoyed the view, let the smoke roll around me as the sun continued its blazing rise. My dick had dried off now, so time to get busy. I pulled my foot back, sat straight up, dropped my now finished cigarette in the glass Wall Street had found, and tilted my head to watch as he frantically started looking back and side to side trying to figure out what was going on. Good. He had not moved yet, he was learning I was in charge and he only did what he did when I ordered it. My toxic sperm was now bubbling out of my piss slit like acid from a Komodo dragon. “BACK THE FUCK UP, BRACE YOURSELF ON THE ARMS OF THE CHAIR, AND EASE DOWN ON THIS DICK. YOU GOT IT ALL SPIT UP, SO IT WON’T HURT BAD AT ALL. TAKE YOUR TIME, SLOW AS YOU WANT,” I said to Wall Street and the fucker believed me. HA! I watched as Wall Street – in his thousand dollar suit, eased back, grabbed the arms of the desk chair, straddled my Redwood dick, and slowly eased down. Almost there….I waited as he squirmed his ass a little, nestling my head right at his pucker – almost there….I let him slide side to side and bounce once or twice testing his pucker’s tightness – almost there… he exhaled as my dick head started to gently spread his hole open like a housewife tending her kitchen garden. Yeah but I ain’t no fucking housewife! BAM! I grabbed Wall Street’s waist to hold him in position and slammed my hard dick up and straight into his pinky pussy hole. BAM! He cried out, tried to climb off, but I held tight and slammed him again, going deeper, ripping him up, my dry dick tearing his hole good. BAM! Wall Street lost his grip and dropped his full weight onto my dick, his hole was stuffed, his head rolled side to side as he fell back against me and I ground him up like a butcher. “GONNA BLOW THIS AIDS BONE LOAD DEEP – FEEL MY GUT DIGGER CRAWLING UP IN THERE? YEAH YOU DO FUCKING FAGGY. DID YOUR HOLE THROB LAST NIGHT REMEMBERING HOW I HURT IT? HOW YOU WERE A BITCH FOR THIS DADDY DICK?” I spat as I stood up, and splayed him out face down on his desk with my dick busting him right, left, and six ways to Sunday. Wall Street’s hips and thighs would be bruised for sure as he got pummeled between my thug dick and his fancy wood desk. I gripped his lilly white cheeks as hard as I could to ensure he had palm sized bruises to match as I continued to rape him. Fuck – hearing his whimpers, pleas, cries, as he served his superior black master turned me so fucking on I lost all thought of him – all that mattered was ripping that cunt wide and deep and wreckin it. Without any warning I ripped my dick out of his greedy hole, lifted his fancy dress shirt, lobbed three big spurts of my thick, creamy nutt onto his back, then punch fucked it back up his ass and deep stroked him. He yelped in pain, surprise, then pain again as I finished off deep. For the last few drops I shimmied my hips and pushed as far as I could go – aahhh fucking better. My wet, slime covered dick slid out, followed by a trail of nutt, ass juice, thug-wreckin-cream, and more. Yeah the folks that cleaned his office would be wondering about those stains in the carpet, as would his dry cleaners. I didn’t give a fuck and just thinking about rough riding that neg-hole set my dick up to spit again. But no, got to keep this bitch eager for the thug bone treats. Wall Street was still splayed on his desk as I bent down, found his wallet in his pants, emptied it out of an extra thick stash – fucker was prepared – good bitch! Like a could submissive, he stayed just like that with nothing but his eyes moving as I got dressed and left. Back in front of the elevator I double checked that my zipper was up, but my shaft was creating a morning shadow in my stained and dirty jeans. Damn my balls wouldn’t quit. I lit a cigarette, exhaled, got on, and hit ‘L” for the lobby. It was just before 7:00 a.m. so there were four guards now at the desk – shift change – and I nodded as I walked by and they all stared. I stopped just outside the front doors and stood to the left a minute to enjoy the smoke, the sounds and sights of the city waking up, and to think about what I should do next. “Got a light,” I heard. A shawty brotha – one of the security guards I saw when I walked in who was about Wall Street’s age – was standing next to me, bag slung over his shoulder, hat in his hand, cigarette waiting. I pulled out my lighter, lit him up, he turned, closed his eyes, nodded, “Fuck I needed that,” he said, “Not as good as what I got planned later, but for now – hell yeah.” Then he turned to me with a sly look and asked, “How’d your delivery go?” I may be young, but learned the hard way not to give away a thing so just nodded and said, “Fine, thanks.” We stood in silence together, smoking, wondering. I knew the clues in the ABS and such – fuck it was plain as day – but out here, in the real world, I had no real idea of what was a come on, what was just friendly banter, what was someone being as clueless as me. My philosophy, which seemed to do well so far, was if you wanted something or someone ask. All they could do as say no. “If you need a ride someplace, I got my bike down in the garage. I don’t have to be home for a while, so happy to give you a lift,” the shawty said. I nodded, followed him around the side of the building, through a metal door, down a flight of steps, and into a mini-parking garage. “This is where we park and where smaller delivery trucks start coming in at 8:00,” the shawty said, “and where we come and smoke and shit during our shift.” I looked around, there was space for like 8 cars on the level we were at and then a ramp leading up beside a small loading dock by the large street level rollup door. There were no cars here now, just a sleek motorcycle, black, stylish, and way to small looking to carry two people. “Looks like your security cameras are jacked,” I said as I pointed to one up on the wall that was tilted at an angle so it looked like it would only see concrete blocks. Shawty laughed, grabbed the bulge in his pants and said, “Yeah well me and my shift partner took turns creampieing this pretty blonde chick from the 26th floor a couple nights back. She gets it a few times a month, needs to scratch her itch, so we take care of her know what I mean?” Yeah I did, and he knew it. But apparently not in the way he thought. I tilted my head as he unzipped his pants and hauled out a wrist thick dick that was a bit shy in length of mine. “I bet you like to get your itch scratched too and no judgment on your hustle bro,” the security guard explained, “I’m just anxious to try it too. Nothing better than a creampied hole to slide in.” I laughed – two alpha tops here – while I’ve heard bottom’s say they can’t play with each other as they would only bump pussies, what the fuck would he and I do? A look of anger flashed across his face and I quickly explained. He then busted out laughing too, his dick still hanging out of his pants. While there was something appealing about maybe trying to take this shawty’s dick – to Y.O.L.O. with this married DL brotha who said he took the rod now and then – I was not quite ready for that step, but with a promise to explore that another time, an exchange of numbers, in payment for the ride I knelt there on the garage floor and let him jack his dick and glaze my lips with his load. I have to admit that turned me on, that I enjoyed the taste I had of his dick, his cum, and was tempted to ask for more. Another time for sure. The next two days I started to build a regular routine of dirty, raw, fucks. Whatever hole might be around the trap house, the Asian guy when I picked up my food, Mr. Wall Street, and the ABS. I wanted to keep the ABS owner in good graces too, so I nutted him up twice for good measure. Then the invite text came, “TONIGHT – 8:30 P.M. – ADDRESS BELOW – COME AS YOU ARE…” The two daddies came through on the invite for their party. I was still nervous about being dirty, and my smelly, filthy clothes – at least for this, but daddy #1 texted me back, begging me not to change a thing and assuring that is what he – no they – wanted. Party night arrived, Lil’Petey had still not shown back up to his cardboard shanty so I left a note and hopped a taxi to the Upper East Side. The dark brick tower was imposing, as was the door man, the man at the front desk, and the guy at the elevator – all of whom looked down on me for how I appeared – fuck them. The sounds of laughter, light music, and aromas of food and smoke greeted me at the door. I paused – rang the bell – and before the chimes echoed into oblivion daddy #1 opened the door, yanked me in and promptly announced my arrival to the assembled guests like a herald in a medieval court. All voices ceased. All eyes stared. All mouths gaped. Silence descended like a smothering blanket, yet I smiled. Yeah, tonight my WRECKIN-AIDs-BONE was going to breed some monied ass and when I left, I planned to have all my pockets stuffed, my dick head rubbed raw from having fucked so much ass, and a client list so long I won’t be sleeping for a fucking week. It’s good to be a BBC thug stallion in a pasture of white mares.

The end of the story: Chapter 3. After So I woke up with a slightly sore ass, but enjoyed the feeling. I had slept late, but the house was silent. It turns out the family was at church. I was glad they didn’t wake me up. I got up and headed to the bathroom and got ready for a much needed shower. That’s when I noticed the marks on my ass. Looking in the mirror I counted seven hash marks like someone had been keeping score. I then remembered they had been using a marker on me- each guy who fucked me had left a mark. I also finally realized my hole was leaking. What the hell? I went back to the bedroom and looked at the sheets. There was definitely a stain where I had been sleeping. I bent down to look closer and smelled the familiar scent of cum. Those guys had been fucking me bare! I was stunned. But somehow I was also turned on. After all, I had been fantasizing about taking raw cock for a while now. But I had always thought that if I actually took that plunge it would be a much more gradual thing, and that I would have some control over it. I grabbed the sheets off the bed and hurried back to the bathroom for a shower. I tried to wash off the marks on my ass, but they didn’t come off. The cum washed off, though. I quickly got dressed and started a load of laundry with those sheets. I was dressed and folding the laundry when my family finally got home after church and lunch. My mind was racing- do I contact the guy who took me home- the guy I had thought of as Sir? Could I find his place again? What would I say to him? I don’t know why, but I had an impulse to take a picture of my ass. I had to leave the next day to start my trip back home, so packing and visiting with family distracted me. I ended up leaving the next morning without really thinking about it again. It was mostly easy to put it all out of my mind. Work got very busy, one friend was going through a crappy break-up, another friend ended up in the hospital from a car accident, life generally got in the way. But sometimes at night the dungeon and all those men I never even really saw came back to mind. Why had I been so careless and stupid? Why was I getting hard when I remembered what happened even though I felt angry and scared at the same time? Other times I just refused to think about it. But after a while it hit me. I got sick. Not horribly sick, more like the flu. And then I remembered reading about “fuck flu” being a sign of being positive. Damn. So I got tested. Sure enough the result came back positive. I went through every emotion about it you can imagine before coming to terms with it. As time passed I could look back and see what had happened. I was sure the man who picked me up at the bar had seen my profiles- all of them most likely. He must have recognized me from the normal ones with my face pics, and also made the connection with the darker, more anonymous ones. He had seen me as a chaser before I had admitted it to myself. I had wanted it, or had at least subconsciously known it would happen if I acted on my fantasies. And it would not have been long before I did in fact act on them. His actions had only brought the inevitable result faster. I ended up hooking up with other poz men. I found a great freedom in barebacking. My status became part of my inner identity and I even felt some pride in it. The marks left by that permanent marker eventually wore off, of course. But I remembered I had taken a picture. I found it on my phone and stared at it for a while. Some of the poz guys I had become buddies with had gotten tattoos that indicated their status- scorpions, biohazard symbols. Those weren’t really for me, but this mark was more personal, and it felt right. I took my picture to a local tattoo artist and those hash marks really did become permanent. Three years later I was back visiting my family again. I went back to that same bar. Was I looking for that guy? Probably. I had changed in many ways. I was positive, but I had not yet gone on any kind of meds. I still felt very healthy, in fact I was more healthy since I had also started working out. I had adopted a more scruffy appearance. I looked and felt like a man, not the 30 year old boy who had been in that bar before. It was leather night at the bar, and I had come wearing boots, cap, and chaps. They had a clothing check, so I decided to take off my jeans and t-shirt and wear just the chaps. I think I looked pretty hot. I looked in the mirror in the restroom and said, “Yeah, I’d fuck me.” That was another change since becoming poz. I was less bottom boy and more versatile man. I left the restroom and that’s when I saw him. He looked the same, even wearing those same sunglasses. He was looking the other way when I walked over to him. I said hi. He turned toward me and nodded in response. “You look really hot,” I said. He smiled and said, “You’re a hot fucker yourself, man. What’s up? Have I seen you here before?” “Maybe,” I said. “So you like what you see?” He chuckled- now I was certain it was him. I would never forget that laugh. “Of course- what’s not to like?” I smiled. “You should see my tattoo,” I said. “Oh yeah?” He took a drink from his beer as I turned around to show him the marks on my ass. He just stared at it, then I saw the light come on in his mind as he figured it out. “Fuck, man, the last time I saw something like that is was from a marker ink, not tattoo ink.” I looked him right in the eye for what seemed like minutes. I could tell his mind was racing. He must have been wondering what I was doing there, why I had showed him my tattoo, was I angry, was I going to start trouble? I admit I enjoyed it. In fact I enjoyed it so much a smile began to break out on my face. “You changed my life,” I said. “You gave me what I wanted before I admitted it to myself.” I stepped up to him and put my arms around him. I felt him sigh as his arms folded around me. We ended up talking most of the night. He told me it had all started with dungeon parties. He and some friends had all tested positive and they had begun to find guys out there chasing the bug. One thing lead to another, and it turned into pozzing parties, always pozzing someone they had identified as a real chaser. I was the second guy they had gangbanged in that way. I was the only one who got the permanent marker. There had only been two others after me, both had actively sought them out. They realized a rumor had spread, and many of the guys had been scared off. He himself had been fully disclosing and only fucking bare with other poz guys. Yes, I did learn his name, and yes I did go back with him to his dungeon where we both got a recharge from each other. His ass was hot and tight and I left the biggest load of my life up in there. I have a new job now back in my home town. I didn’t move back in with my parents, though. I moved in with Sir. Dungeon parties have started back up with some hot bdsm scenes. And I have recently found a few guys online looking for a hot poz couple to breed them. I have shown their profiles to Sir. He chuckled with an evil glint behind those sunglasses. The end

For the longest, I have considered Berlin my sex capital but I may have to change this to Hamburg. I'm here for my birthday weekend and it hasn't disappointed. Friday night, I went to the S.L.U.T club here and had lots of fun. I had taken a Cialis before going (even though I'm mostly bottom) and ended up fucking a couple of hot guys. The best was when this hot guy bent me over in the darkroom and just flooded my guts. Yesterday (Saturday), I went to the gay cinema located at Talstrasse 8 (some of the guys on this site have written about it). I'm a pig, but that place was a little too run down and dark for my tastes. You can see nothing in the darkroom which I don't like (in fact I think that's dangerous). But any rate, I decided to make the best of it. I took an anal load in the bathroom and fed my load to this hot dude who was on his knees and begging for it. I sucked so many dicks I lost count. So far today (Sunday), I have been getting fucked like crazy. A hot muscle guy stopped by the hotel and fucked a nice load into me at 10:30 am. He was rather loud when he came so my neighbors got an earful. I didn't even push his load out before I took a taxi to meet this 59 year old nearby. As soon as he said he was a multiple shooter, I knew that we were going to fuck. I even told him I had a load in me but he didn't care. He fucked and shot 3 times without pulling out. After a 10 minute break, I got load number 4 from him. And just when I thought he was done, he put number 5 in me. So between 10:30 and noon, I had taken 6 loads! When I finally pushed those loads out, it was crazy how much cum was in me. Load number 7 came from a 66 year old top here in my hotel. His dick was awesome. He gave me one of the best fucks I've had in a while. I'm still holding his load in. I'm sitting here thinking do I want to go for 10 loads today or do I just want to call it a day? One thing I know for sure, I will be back in Hamburg soon! And nothing is nicer than when a guy cums in your hole but takes the time to write you afterward to thank you for being his cumslut.

Man, you have the best fucking stories. I'd be the terrified guy who secretly wanted all that you had for me. My fantasy is to have a guy stealth fuck me bareback and have him tell me he is shooting a poz load inside me as he cums. In real life I don't seek it out which makes your story of just taking the guys and putting them in the position of not being able to say no more exciting.

Fuckrogerbb, I wondered that, too. He insisted on waiting for Uber with me -- standing in his front yard by the fence. Also, he told me he fucked his spouse bare, so why did he have condoms at all? Wouldn't his wife be suspicious if she found them?? Whatever. It was a hot scene.

Deep inside, balls deep, pushing against the S curve.

I think the perfect relationship would be having a Total Dom Top boyfriend that used my hole anytime he wanted and also made me fuck his friends and random dudes we encountered. Fuck- I am hard just thinking about it.

Busy bb week Monday got fucked raw by hung Blk trade guy came in me Wednesday got fucked in the back yard of a hung red bone he fucked me in his drive way as I held on to his trash cans for support Friday morning got invited to a threesome Hong black guy with thick nine inch Dick fucked me and his friend I felched the cum out of his friends ass before I left Few hours ago hung nine by five inch black teen fucked me said I was his first raw fuck / swallowed his load Fun week reposted my Cl ads and have some fucks lined up today Hit me up if in Michigan

Just took the time to fuck a hot CD in the town over. She wanted a rubber, but i broke the tip and dumped a load in her raw.

Chapter 3: THE GANG RAPE I barely slept at all that night. I just laid there watching my alpha sleep - listening to his snoring, smelling his musk, imagining how every faggot in town would kill to be me right now. As the sun started to peer through the window, a ray of light fell over the bed and lit up his body. It was like he was a glowing God, and I couldn't resist. I leaned over him, admiring his perfect form. I began sucking on his left nipple (that would surely get him aroused). I could taste his dried sweat from the vigorous fucking the day before. His whole body was covered in it, like a thin layer of sweet honey to attract cock hungry bottom like flies. I could feel his dick swelling as he began to stir. He let out a single, deep groan as he rested his hand on the back of my head, never opening his eyes. Then he took a fist full of my hair and gently pulled my head off his chest and over to his face. He kissed me. A long, passionate kiss - the kind where you can see fireworks and stars and it feels like heaven. He still held my head by a fistful of hair. He was in total control. His other hand landed hard on my ass, squeezing my left cheek so hard I thought he would leave a hand shaped bruise. He broke our kiss and stared into me with those beautiful hazel eyes. "I fucking love you. You still mine?" He whispered to me. "Of course, sir. I always have been." He placed me down next to him on the bed. "You better rest up for tonight." He insisted. I was confused "What's tonight." I inquired. "You'll see, just be rested and cleaned out." Truth was I was supposed to be on the road that night. My long weekend was over and I had work the next day, but there was no way I was leaving now. John insisted that I sleep in late into the morning. It felt odd not getting up to make him breakfast and lunch. HE even brought ME some breakfast in bed. Well, it was juice and some fruit. He obviously didn't want me eating any big meals in preparation for some intense fucking that night. All the same, I'd never seen him do anything like that before. HE was the alpha. HE was the dominant. HE was the one people served and serviced. As he brought me a smoothie for lunch, he sat on the side of the bed smiling down at me. Fuck that smile was heaven for me. He handed me the remote and told me to watch some tv while he went out for lunch with some buddies. I sat in bed watching reruns for a few hours before John returned. He told me we had a big night and needed to prep. I started cleaning the apartment while he took a shower. When I had finished cleaning, he told me to go wash up. As I looked in the mirror, I noticed the bruises from our first fuck had begun to fade, but there was a fresh new bruise where his wrist had clenched my ankle the night before, holding me in the air. I stepped into the shower and washed myself off. I pulled out my razor and trimmed up my pubes. I never really needed to shave my balls or ass. They were naturally smooth. As I cleaned my ass I was surprised I could still be fairly tight after two nights of John destroying my hole. I'd never taken a dick anywhere near his size and girth before. I'd thought for sure his dick would ruin my hole. But it was still cute and tight as I stared at it in the mirror after drying off, pulling my cheeks apart to inspect it. I suddenly noticed John was standing in the doorway watching me. I blushed from embarrassment, but he just laughed and smiled. He walked up to me, spun me around, and bent me over the sink. He dropped to his knees behind me. I felt his hands spreading my ass apart, and his breath on my hole. "Damn I love this ass." He grunted as he dove in, tongue first. "Oh fuck!" I moaned as I felt his tongue force it's way inside me and his scruffy face rubbing against my ass. His hands remained on my ass, holding my cheeks apart and holding myself in place as the rest of my body squirmed and bucked. "Oh god! Oh yes! Oh my god, baby!" I could barely see straight as his tongue fucked me better than most dicks that had fucked me. I could hear my precum dripping onto the floor. This went on till I was begging him to just fuck me already. As he stood up, he slapped my ass and told me to put on the jock he'd left out on the bed for me. I emerged from the bedroom in nothing but the jock he'd left out for me. I immediately blushed and became paralyzed as I realized several of John's buddies were sitting on the couch, in various stages of undress, watching a home video of them gang fucking some white girl with huge tits. Several of them already had their dicks out. Jesus, these huge black dudes were all hung. "Get us some beers, bitch." John demanded. I went to the kitchen and retrieved 6 beers, one for each of them. I handed the beers out as most of them continued to ignore me. I couldn't help drooling at their cocks, and being painfully aware that I was just in a jockstrap. I sat in the side of the couch, but John grabbed me by the hair and nearly dragged me over in front of him, sitting on the floor between his legs. I stared at the screen as John patted my head like a dog. I didn't recognize the girl being fucked, but I definitely recognized most of the guys fucking her. Several of them were sitting on the couch above me. I also recognized the setting. They were fucking her on John's couch, in John's living room. I had no idea they fucked girls together. That's when I started feeling John moving above me. I realized he, and several of his bros, were jacking off. I turned around on my knees, staring at John's giant cock as he stroked it. I looked up at him for approval, and he nodded. I took his massive cock into my mouth yet again, and began to worship. Up and down and up and down. Gagging and slurping. I could hear him moaning encouragement to me, "fuck yeah. That's it. Good bitch." Then I felt a hand on my ass, and a glob of spit splatter on my hole. That was not John's cock pressing against my back door. That was not John's precum being smeared all over my crack. This was the big night he'd planned for me. I was so happy and nervous. I fell in love with him all over again as one of his bros slid a massive cock inside my ass. John tapped me on the head as his friend began long dicking me. I lifted off John's cock and he moved out of the way while another of his friends position on the couch in front of me. I looked at John and he nodded in approval. That was all the encouragement I needed. I took another dick into my mouth and began my worship. It tasted different from John's. This precum wasn't nearly as sweet. His crotch didn't smell like John's. John's crotch always smelled of those musky pheromones that made my knees weak. This crotch smelled clean, like the soap he had probably just used in the shower before coming over. The guy in my ass announced he was getting close and needed a break. His dick plopped out of me, leaving me gaping and empty. It wasn't long before another cock from another guy who I couldn't see was pressed against my hole. With one push, he slid all the way in. This one was different. he was thick and long, but his dick had a wicked sharp curve in it (to the right). I quinces and began crying as he ripped me apart, fucking me hard and never giving me a chance to adjust to his curved dick. I realized I didn't know where John was. My eyes darted around the room till I saw a light in the corner. It was a light from a camera. It was John! He was filming me being barebacked by all these men. He chuckled as he saw me notice him. "You a happy little bitch?" He barked at me. "Yes sir." I barely managed to fumble out through the tears as his bro started mercilessly pounding me. John got the camera right in my face to see my tears up close. "Oh fuck, little bitch is crying." He laughed. "What are you?" He demanded. "Your dirty little faggot." I whimpered through the tears. Finally the curved dick guy started heaving and grunting as he shot his load inside me. This went on for a few hours. As soon as one guy would nutt inside me, another would step up to take his place. Often, the one who just finished would sit in front of me for me to clean off his dick. The apartment was rank with the smell of cum and sweat, and I was covered in both. I would occasionally hear a new guy arrive and unzip his pants. I was overwhelmed with pain and pleasure. I was so emotionally torn. I hated myself for how turned on I was by all of this. I had never felt so used and violated. I was in so much pain that I cried nearly the entire time. But a part of me loves every second. As John's friends finished up and left, new guys began arriving. I didn't recognize them and he didn't even seem to know them. Thy simply came in, mumbled a quick hello to John, and got in line. Some of them were hot. Many of them were not. I had bruises and scrapes all over my knees now. My arms were sore and tired. There was copious amounts of cum and other fluids running down my leg and all over the floor. I didn't think I could take any more. Then another hour or so went by and I was crying so hard I heard myself begging for it to stop. I heard John start to turn away the new guys who arrived at that point, but it took almost another hour for the line to dwindle down. I couldn't wait to be done. I stated paying attention to the last few guys as I counted down how many were left. There was the tall, skinny, white guy in his early 20s with the long skinny dick who shot an insanely huge load all over my back. There was the short, Hispanic, thirty something daddy with the beer gut and a tiny dick. Then the last one was the average height white guy in his 30s or 40s, with slightly greying hair, a chest like a former football player whose let himself go a bit but is still muscular, and a beer can dick that made a plunging sound as he pulled it all the way out and shoved all the way in. When he finally began to groan and shoot his load in me, I thanked God I had survived. The silver daddy zipped up his pants and left me there lying on the floor in a mess of cum, tears, and God knows what else. John had set the camera on a tripod to keep recording and he went out back to have a drink while the last half dozen guys finished. I couldn't even make it onto the couch before I passed out. I awoke the next morning in more pain than I'd ever felt. My whole body felt like I'd been hit by a car. I was so covered in dry fluid that half my body was stuck to the tile. John threw a wet towel on the floor next to me. "Clean yourself the fuck up." He ordered. "I don't let dirty bitches sit or lay on my furniture." I hated myself for what I'd let happen to me last night, but I couldn't help popping a boner thinking about it. I was worried that John would just see me as a dirty bitch now. He wouldn't want to keep me now that I'd been used by half the town. "And clean this place the fuck up while you're at it." He continued. "I got a date to fuck and I don't want her coming over to this shit." I knew it. He had used me up and was moving on. I cried through my shower and most of my chores. By the time John got back with his date, I was sitting quietly on the couch looking at the list of missed calls from my boss and coworker's on my phone. Shit, I was supposed to be back at work today. John and his date burst into the apartment around midnight, both clearly a little drunk. She was pretty - big tits, nice hair, tight dress over her nice ass. I hated her. John quickly led her into his room and closed the door. I payed on the couch, sniffing the sweat on the pillow the way I used to. There was a lot of guys' sweat on there from the night before, but I could clearly smell John's as he began fucking his date in the other room. I closed my eyes and began jerking off for the first time in days as I listened to them. About 30 minutes in, I heard his loud, animalistic grunting. I quickly wiped myself off before the door opened and the girl, half dressed, began walking to the front door. John stood there naked in his doorway, as he always did, smirking at me. Once she left, he stood there for a few seconds and then his face got serious. "Well..!" He said, sternly. "You getting that bitch ass the fuck in here or not!?" He demanded. "You want me in your room?" I stuttered, confused by his question. "Bitch just cause I fuck other but he's don't mean you aren't the bitch that sleeps in my bed!" He snapped. "Jesus, I went through all that trouble for you last night after watching you drool over my friends for a year and now you're giving me attitude?" By the time he was finished speaking, I was already at his feet, cleaning off his cock. I could smell her pussy on him, but I didn't care. "I'll be fucking plenty of other bitches, you better get fucking use to that, and you'll be getting fucked by whoever I decide." "Yes sir." I mumbled around his dick. He grabbed me grabbed me with both hands, lifted me up, and tossed me on his bed like a rag doll. He climbed on top of me. His sweat once again filled my lungs as he kissed me. He lifted his arm and smothered me with his glorious armpit as he slid inside me. "You my little cumdump bitch?" He demanded. "Yes sir." I moaned as I licked his pit clean. Next chapter: THE BATHHOUSE

Definitely deep inside. Make sure the whore gets my babies in his guts. If there is cum leaking from previous guys, i love to push it all back as deep as I can before adding my load to the mix

Part XVII It had been quite a while since I had taken a pee and with the butt plug my poz pride parade guy had rammed in my hole it was just a bit hard to get out. Had to strain a little and that put pressure on my prostrate also and by the time I was done my cock was back to being hard as a rock again. What the hell was goin on with me anyway. Damn, I was straight and married but these feelings I was getting were too much for me for some reason. Damn, I had let who knows who load my ass full of cum and on top of that apparently every one of them was poz. What to do? Here I was stark naked in a poz guy's toilet and now had to go back to his bedroom to see where the hell my clothes were at. As I got back in there, I found not only the parade guy in there and my two buddies from work that had all fucked me, but my other buddies were there too and 2 or 3 others I didn't know and all of them were naked and appeared to be sporting hard ons all around. I said hi and then my parade bud grabbed me and planted a kiss on me again and again I did not resist for some reason I can't seem to explain. By the time the kiss was done, he had lifted me up and was carrying me into another room and then all at once he deposited me in the sling there. I told him, whoa, hold up, what are you doing? He just grinned at me and leaned over me and kissed me again and as he was he pulled the plug out of my ass in one tug. The feeling of that coming out made me moan in pleasure and before I had calmed down from that sensation, he had rammed his huge cock in me all the way in one thrust, which caused me to arch my back in more pleasure and let his cock reach even deeper inside me. Damn, I just couldn't seem to get my mind working and he was pounding away at my hole mercilessly. He was kissing me again and tweaking my nipples also and I could do nothing but buck my ass up to meet every inward movement of his cock in my hole. He plowed me for a good 1/2 hour and then shoved as hard and deep as he could, looked me in the eyes and told me he was filling me with his poz load again and he thought I needed more yet. My eyes got wide at that. Before I knew it he had pulled out of me and another guy had stepped in his place and rammed his cock deep in me. I could only shake with the feelings of how good it felt and was soon ramming my ass back on this guy's cock too. In a few minutes he was done and another and another and another took their turns. I couldn't seem to get enough and then my own cock spurted at least two more time from all of it. I know some of them had to have gone at least twice and couple maybe 3 times before they were all done. All of my work buddies had done me again also. My hole had to be gaping open and I could feel cum running down the cheeks of my ass and dripping off. I fell asleep again as I was too tired to get up. When I woke up again it was light out, so I figured it was still late afternoon and had to be getting late and going to get dark soon. Then one of my work buddies came in and told me hey, it is about time you got up again. I asked him what time it was and he told me it was about 10:30. I said no way it would be dark out and he laughed and told me I had been out all night and it was morning again. I was in shock. I could hardly believe it. He went on to tell me that I was really out of it as several more of the club from the parade had stopped by and all had filled me even more. My mouth dropped open for sure then. He told me that since I had been put in the sling yesterday, as near as he could figure I had taken probably 30 loads again and every one of them poz. I just laid there trying to get my mind wrapped around that many again. Counting the night before and morning I had to have taken a good 50 loads of poz cum in my ass. What the hell was I becoming?

(Sorry for any mistake, english is not my first language) I don't know exactly how to start this story. I was a total safe sex devoted boy. Everytime a cock entered my ass, it was with a rubber. By then, I never really enjoyed it, and I didnt know why. The few times I had sex, it was unpleasant. Now I know exactly why. Raw sex is the natural way to fuck and I learned it the best way. One night I was horny as hell, so I searched for a top online. I found one who was exactly my tipe. Kind of muscular, hairy, in his 40s. I have a thing for daddies and this one fit perfectly. At first things were going fine, but then he told me if I liked it bareback. I said no, only safe. He then showed me a pic of his massive cock and said "Not even by this?". I was astonished, my breath got slower by the impression. It was a perfect cock, very hard, maybe 9" with a well rounded shaft and meaty balls. I immeaditely wanted to lick it, to put it in my mouth. "Wow, thats huge" I said. "Do you like it boy?" I really wanted that massive dick in my ass, but I couldnt do it raw. "Yes, that would really destroy my hole! But sorry, I have to say no, I only do safe..." He at first seemed dissapointed. He said he wanted to breed my ass and fill it with DNA. I was getting uncomfortable and said no way. He clearly was a barebacker and that made me nervous. He then said "Fine, we can do it safe, but you bring the condom. I never buy one" That scared me and just said "Sorry, this is not what Im looking for..." and left the site. I was still horny as hell. That image of his cock made my hole burn. Good thing I had a dildo to calm the itch, but moments later it grew faster and faster and the dildo did nothing. I needed a cock. I needed his cock. He accepted to use a condom so why I did say no? I missed a good opportunity for my fears. Maybe he was still online and I could still get his cock. Lucky enough, he was online. "Hi, you there?" "Yes boy, did you make your mind up?" "Yes I want that cock up my ass, Ill bring the condom" "Fine, I want to fuck you good, you wont regret it" That made my hole twitch. He gave me his address. It was not far. I showered and douched quickly, I wanted everything to be clean. I then left and got there in a moment. He opened the door and I was stunned. He was truly a daddy. "Come in boy". I entered as he reached my ass, outside my pants. He was not shy at all. I smiled and he pointed me to the couch. There was some porn put on the TV. A big close up of an ass being impaled by a big cock. "Lets have a drink" He said and poured a glass for both of us. We drank and talked for a while about little things. The safe sex came up. "So you never did bareback?" "No, I always do it safe. Here is the condom by the way" He reached for it and put it in his pocket. "Well you dont know what you miss haha. But I can do it your way, no problem" He said as he smiled and I smiled back. We reached the point where drinks kicked in and we were horny. He said he wanted to fuck me good and open my hole. My ass was getting hungry. "Please do it" I said and he unzipped. That perfect cock showed up. Erect, fully hard. "You can kiss it, dont be shy" He said as he grabbed my neck softly. I then went down. I kissed it first. His skin was wet and his cock smelled damn good. I grabbed it with my hand. I couldnt believe it, that huge cock was gonna enter in my mouth. The moment came and that thing invaded my mouth. It tasted amazing. I started blowing him and jerking him. I kissed his balls and licked them. He then started fucking my mouth as it was a hole. It was amazing. I didnt want to let go of his cock, it felt so good. We continued for some time, and then he separated his cock from my mouth. He grabbed my ass. "I want the other hole" Said as he looked into my eyes. My hole then burnt with desire. "Yes, please fuck it" As I looked to him. He then pointed me to his bedroom. He again had a TV with porn in there. This time the porn was more hardcore. Some dude was getting loads from a room full of guys. I looked it dazed while I was getting naked. He was getting naked too, and his cock still rock hard while he took of his pants and underwear. He then reached my hole and start rubbing him while I was looking the TV. When I looked to him, he had a little bottle in his other hand and he gave it to me. "What's this?" "Dont worry. It will relax your hole and my cock will enter more easily" "Where is the condom?" "It's here" He showed it to me as he put it on the bedside table. "Take a good sniff and we'll enjoy more. Trust me" I did it while looking at the TV and he was still rubbing my hole and stroking his cock at the same time. I felt a rush instantly. I got a a little dizzy but high at the same time. That made me hornier as he was now fingering my hole. I kissed him and grabbed his cock and stroked him. He then put me on the bed, ass towards him, fully exposed. "You are gonna love this, boy" He then kissed my hole and it felt so good. I moaned as he opened the hole with his tongue. He ate it so good I couldnt resist it. I grabbed the sheets and let him work that hole. "Good boy, open for me" Said and he then went again to the hole. He licked it good and I was in heaven. After a few minutes of ass eating, he gave me the bottle again. I took another sniff. Another rush and I felt hornier. My eyes were almost rolling while he was working my hole with his tongue. He then went to the bed and lied down and told me to suck his cock. I obeyed instantly and put in my mouth. As that amazing shaft entered my face it felt so good. I started sucking and drooling over his tool. He was looking pleased and that was making me enjoy more. He then told me to put my ass on his face and we did a 69, with him eating my ass and I swallowing his cock. In that position I was facing the TV. The bottom was receiving a good pounding from another top. His ass made sloppy noises as the cock rammed his hole. I noticed something strange. That cock looked very familiar to me. Then the angle changed and I understood why. The top who was fucking the bottom now was my top! He was there fucking that bottom bareback and mixing those loads inside him. The bottom seemed in extreme pleasure as my top pounded his hole. I still had that cock in my mouth and never let it go, still sucking it up and down. It was rock hard and I was enjoying it. I still watched the movie as he ate my hole. My ass was really open, he could easily put his tongue in. And I still sucked his cock not ever once let it get out, I wanted it inside my mouth. As my top pumped faster in the movie I followed his rythm, sucking up and down faster. I was amazed as he tore that hole apart, and somehow seeing the cock on my mouth on another ass, made me so horny. He then said he was going to cum, spilled a string of semen on the bottom's hole and shoved deep in his rectum. He grunted and said "Good boy" as the bottom moaned. The bottom then got up and went for his cock and put it entirely on his mouth, sucking every inch. It was the first time I saw someone sucking his ass juices from a cock and I was astonished. It got me really horny. And in that moment both of us, had the same cock in our mouths. But he was just fucked and I still had my hole itching like hell. I felt envy for that bottom. I needed that cock in my ass. I wanted to be that bottom. "Please fuck me" I said as the bottom on the TV was now being fucked by another top "Do you want it boy?" "Yes please I want it" He then bent me on the bed, with my ass towards the TV. He then reached the bedside table, looking for the rubber, I thought. But he instead took the bottle and gave it to me. "Take a hit" "Dont forget the condom" I reminded him "Dont worry" He said, as he put himself behind me. "I just wanna feel this hole" He then rubbed his cock again my asslips. It felt so amazing. I took a hit off the bottle meanwhile. I felt the rush again and my hole got more relaxed. As he rubbed his shaft on my hole, it felt a little wet. It was precum from his cock. It felt so good as he pressed agaisnt my ass. My asslips were kissing his head and my back arched from the pleasure. I then remembered the scene from the movie, that cock destroying that hole and I was burning inside with anticipacion. I needed that pounding. His head entered a bit on the hole and my breath got deeper. "Please dont forget the condom" "Its fine, dont worry" He said as he pressed agaisnt my hole. His head was now inside and it felt like heaven. I had his cock in my ass and it felt like everything made sense somehow. He started to pump a little trying to shove it in. I looked back and said "Please put on the condom" as he was pressing more "Do u want me to stop now boy?" he said as he looked into my eyes Then my thought processing stopped for a moment. The only thought crossing my mind was how good felt his cock on my ass. "No, dont stop please. I want it" I said without almost even realizing "Good boy" He said as he took the signal and started pressing harder while I let it go and started to press back my ass to him desperate to have it all. He slowly shoved, and made his shaft go trought my entire insides. I felt his head rubbing my rectum and It felt so nice. Soon the entire cock was inside me. I still didnt believe it. How could I let it happen? But it felt better than everything I tried. Having his cock inside me felt natural and like I was somehow complete. I didnt want that cock to ever get out off me. He then started to pull out and it saddened me a little, but then the slide felt so good I wanted more. He started pumping, making his cock moving inside me. It hurted at bit at start, but I didnt want him to stop. I was in heaven. Then the pain started to fade away as he reached a good pace. At the moment he was fucking me good and his cock was pumping inside my ass walls, his balls slapping my taint. "This feels so good..." I said while I moaned "I told you everything was fine. You just needed to understand it" He said as he pulled out off my ass and reentered with a thrust. "Do you want me to put a condom now boy?" "No please!" I looked back and looked him with despair "Do you want my load boy? Do you want it deep inside you?" He said as he again pulled out and reentered. He had total control of my hole and I was loving it indeed. "Yes please, plant it deep, I need it!" "Good boy" He said as he pulled out and grabbed my neck. I felt surprised, I wanted to that cock again in my ass. He pressed my head agaisnt his cock, which have just stayed on my ass. "Suck it, show me you want it" At first I was confused, I never sucked a cock who entered my ass. "C'mon you know you want it, dont you want to be a good boy like the one I bred on that movie?" I felt surprised, he knew I was watching that scene. But he was right, I wanted to be like that hole he destroyed in that movie. I wanted to show him I was a good boy and have his cock in me again. I needed his load deep inside me. "Yes, I want to be a good boy" I said and instantly I sucked his cock. It was rock hard. I went up and down on his dick and drooled over it. "There you are, show me you want it boy" I savoured the mix of ass juices and precum as I blowed him and it tasted amazing. I was surprised, I wanted more. I needed him to shove in my ass and let me taste it again. "I want more please" as I sucked him "Do you want me to paint your insides white?" "Yes, please" I responded quickly to make him put his cock in my ass again "Hahaha dont worry boy. No way you are leaving without my DNA in your ass. In fact it was my intention from the very beginning" He said as he pumped again. He reached the envelope of the condom and gave it to me. It was opened and the condom was missing. "I threw it away the very first moment you gave it to me. No way Im gonna fuck some ass without breeding it. Dont you feel freed? Dont you feel like you are doing what you born for?" I was surprised. But it made sense somehow. He was totally right. How someone in his right mind wanna avoid this? How to stop something so natural and so right? "It makes sense" I could say a moment I pulled his cock out of my mouth "This feels so right" "I just helped you understand that you were in a mistake. You are a hole to fuck boy. A hole to plant seed. Do you think I did wrong?" The thought of him throwing away my will to teach me the truth and taking charge of my holes was turning me on like crazy. He liberated me with his wisdom throught his cock, and made me do what I was intended for in life, taking raw cock and seed. He helped me a lot. I was truly grateful to him. "No, you did good. Thank you for showing me Im a just a hole for cock. You teached me the right way. You helped me" I said before I sucked with more empashis to show him I was thankful for all he had done to me. "Dont worry boy. You just needed someone to teach your holes are to be used. You dont own them, only the one who use them does." I nodded and smiled "Please use my holes" "So who's the owner of your ass and mouth? Who decides what to do with them?" He said as he greened "You, they are yours to use. Please put your cock in them and show me what I was made for" "Good boy. They are my property, dont forget" He said as he thrusted with strenght on my mouth, and then flipped me and made me stay on four on the bed. He went on top of me and he pressed his cock agaisnt my hole. It entered easily and I felt complete again. I moaned as he pumped. It felt so good. He was right. In that moment he owned my holes and it felt so nice to have a real man take property of them. It was I was born for. To let the men use them, decide what to do with them, and shove their cocks in them. I had no right on them, only the men who fucked them had. It felt so right by then, I realized how wrong was before, thinking I have a tell on my holes and demanding someone to put a rubber on. But thanks to him I saw the truth. I was so thankful to him for destroying my holes and making me understand my role in life. As I was really turned on by this thought, he kept fucking me and ramming his cock on my hole. He sometimes changed holes and let me taste my ass on him. "Are you gratful boy I let you taste your ass?" He was slowly teaching me how lucky I was by having him using my holes. And it was true. I was honored I could have him inside me and have his DNA. I was honored by him when he decided I had to suck his cock right from my ass. I felt in heaven. I felt complete. Everything made sense then. And I was really turned on by all these thoughts of me honored by him for using me and make me complete with his cock. "Yes, you are so nice to me, thank you" I said as I slurped "From now on boy you will call me Sir, cause Im the owner of your holes. And everytime someone is breeding you, you should show him respect for letting you have the honor of being used. Dont forget" "No, Sir. I wont forget. Im really grateful to you for teaching me. Thanks for helping me understand my position" "Good boy" He said as he went again onto my ass After a few moments of fucking and teaching me my role in this world of serving men, he then used my ass harder. He pumped faster. He was about to cum. That really anticipated moment was coming and I couldnt believe it. I was about to recieve his precious seed. To have it deep inside me. I couldnt believe how lucky I was to have his DNA flooding my rectum. I was getting really anxious as he fastened the pace. He then grabbed my ass and spasmed as he unloaded in me. "Deep. Inside" He said as he pressed his cock firmly again my ass and let his seed fill me. "Thank you, Sir" I said as I feel blessed for having my ass really opened and flooded. It was truly heaven. I was so thankful to him for teaching me the raw sex and making me understand how natural it is, I feel honored to have his load inside me. My first load. He pulled out and my ass made a plop sound. "It seems your ass really wanted it hahaha" "Yes, Sir. I really needed it" I said as I looked back and smiled "Dont worry boy, now you are you going to be used a lot. Just let everyone knows your holes are theirs to use. And mine, of course. Now Im gonna fuck you everytime I need a hole to plant seed, ok?" He said as he sit and his cock softened "Yes, Sir, thank you in advance. Just tell me when you wanna use them" "For now, clean my cock. Everytime someone breeds you, you will show respect to him putting his cock again in your mouth right from your ass. If you are lucky enough, he will let you clean it. And you are lucky today, it seems" "Yes, Sir! Im so lucky!" I said as I rushed to put his cock in my mouth. It tasted so nice directly from my hole. Ass juices and cum. I devoured his cock and swallowed every last drop of cum. "You love the taste of your ass dont you? So lets do something" He started rubbing my hole. "What, Sir?" "Push a little cum out. I want to feed you some and have my DNA in both holes. But dont push hard, I want most to stay inside your guts for you to absorb it" "Yes, Sir" I spread my cheeks with my hands and pushed. At first nothing came out. "Hahaha I planted it deep. Remember not to push so much tho" I smiled when he said his load was deep inside. I kept pushing and a little flow of cum came out. "Stop" He then took the cum on his fingers and put them in my mouth. I savoured them as I felt good for having him control my holes. It felt so natural and right. I then stayed the night cause he said he maybe would need me to discharge. I felt so thankful. He told me that he usually needed to breed ass twice a day, or even more. I wasnt even the first hole he fucked that day, he bred another boy. That turned me on. I was just another hole to use for him, another ass to breed and I was honored he chose me to empty his balls that time. He then went on telling me how I should use just a jockstrap to show only my hole and helping me get better at being used by him or another tops. It was truly a special night.

I want it to be absorbed in my boipussy. So obviously, deep inside.

As I have read this post I am moving in the direction of thinking it would be hotter to go into the trough while dressed and keeping those clothes on after getting out.

Start with Vaseline on the nose?

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

Part XV My buddies had just filled my ass full of their poz cum in the restroom. I had cum, too, as the last load entered me. I was so drunk it really wasn't registering that much. They got my pants up for me and helped me back to our table. I was really only about half there and again tipped up the drink in front of me and downed it all. Buddies were talking but it wasn't registering much. I just sat there, mostly, with a grin on my plastered face. My next awareness was buddies helping me up and telling me the door was about to be opened again and we needed to get over there and get our other buds out of that room. We lined up and they were holding me up as my legs were just rubbery as hell. Then came that infernal countdown again. 10-9 I tried to focus but it was hard in my drunken state. 8-7-6 What were my buds saying? 5-4-3 Something about all of us ought to go for once and stay together? 2-1 The door was opening and out came our other 3 buddies and the poz parade bud too. Buddies holding me up were explaining what they had done and wanted to do. A little discussion went on then and something from parade bud about lots of loads. That seemed to be the decision maker, then, as the countdown started for the door closing. 10-9-8-7 I was moving towards that door or more exactly was being half carried towards it. 6-5-4-3 Wait, I'm not supposed to be entering there. 2-1 The door closed and I couldn't see a thing. I was half carried half dragged aside then and surrounded by my buddies. They were talking to me saying something about staying right beside me all the time. I was trying to make heads or tails of what they were talking about but was too dazed to understand. Then they were all helping take my clothes off and helping me to lay down. Good, I needed to sleep this alcohol off. Way too many drinks. There all naked and laying on my back on, what?, felt like the floor. What the heck, where is my bed? I kind of felt my legs being lifted up and then, bam, something rammed up my ass and started pounding away in me. My eyes were starting to get used to the very dim lighting. I could just make out a face a bit, now clearer, and it was my buddy from the parade. He was smiling and telling me how great my ass felt around his cock. Must be dreaming of the parade I thought, but damn, this didn't feel like a dream. His huge cock just kept reaming my ass out and it was feeling better and better. I could feel my own cock now getting hard. He was pummeling my prostate and wow was it feeling good. He kept up a nice slow but hard in and out, driving me crazy. My cock was so hard it was almost hurting. Then I could see that my work buddies were all there too and watching and they were all naked too and stroking their cocks. One of them finally leaned over and stuck his dick at my mouth and I opened and let him in and started to suck him. After a good 15 minutes, the parade guy, leaned towards me and pushed my buddy out of the way and leaned in to me and kissed me and said here it comes. He told me his viral load was much higher now than it had been 3 months ago and I was going to get a big load of his poz cum. I just wrapped my legs around him tight as he bottomed out in me and started to cum. When he was done another of my buddies, got between my legs and started to fuck me. When he had cum in me another bud took his place and another till they had all cum in me. I had also cum twice during this. Then some guy we didn't know wanted to know if he could have a turn. My buddies all asked him if he was poz or not. He told them he sure was and had a really high count too. They all looked at me and I nodded and the guy knelt and felt my ass first. Then I felt him ram a couple of fingers in me and I almost screamed when he pulled them out, scraping the hell out of my insides with his fingernails. He held his hand up in front of me and I could see his nails were long and probably sharp as hell. Then he grinned and rammed his cock in me. I had not seen it but I sure felt it. It had to be as big or bigger than my parade bud. He immediately started to just plow my hole hard and fast. This was not a fucking, it was just a plain old beat my hole to pieces and tear it up, wreck it and then fill it and man did he fill it. I think he produced more cum than all the others combined. As he filled me I was cumming again from that kind of pounding. Then he pulled out and told my buds thanks and he bet if they hadn't converted me, he surely did. Then we heard the count down again to open the door. My buddies helped me up and practically carried me out of that room and to our table. I was still naked and they had to help me get dressed right there in front of everyone.

phuckinphreak 918-609-0496 Tulsa, OK I work insane hours, but nights are usually open Age: 36 Height: 6'4" Weight: 174 lbs. Ethnicity: white Happily married, hubby likes to watch me get breed and take lots of cock. His stats are 25y/o 6'3" 178 lbs. White Top with 8 1/2" cock

Part XII We got back home and were both pretty bummed out. Just hardly got a glimpse of my poz guy's huge cock and he was gone. My boy had really been looking forward to seeing it and I had been hoping for a whole lot more than a look. I really shouldn't have been surprised, though, I guess, as I already knew that guy loved to tease first. I had told him my love was basically only a top, so maybe he wanted him teased like I had been to where he was going crazy from wanting to see it and would fall for it being rammed into him before he knew it. LOL I know it had been somewhat of a surprise to me and then the huge surprise when he told me he had filled my hole full of his highly toxic poz cum. I think part of my disappointment had been my boy not getting filled this time too. We didn't have sex for a couple of days after that. Kept watching to see if the guy was online to see if we could set something up but he was not on. Then, the third day, he left a message. I opened it and it was another pic of the head of his cock only with a huge drop of precum on it just oozing out. It looked enormous in the pic and tasty also. My boy's cock jumped to full attention in just a few seconds after I showed it to him. That was all there was though, no message at all. I wrote back telling him how hot the pic was and when would he be back out to the trails again? It was another two days before we got an answer back and again it was a pic of the head of his cock, this time looking like cum all over it. A message was with it telling us he would probably be on the trails the next day. We both had hardons after reading that and were going nuts talking about seeing that cock the next day. My boy and I were so turned on by the thought of that huge cock we couldn't even think about anything else, including having sex together even, which was kind of weird. We talked about that guy a lot. My boy wanted to know all I knew about him. I told him I really didn't know any more than he did other than I had got his email address and actually seen his giant of a cock close up while talking. I told my boy that I thought the guy might have a thing for me as he had sprung a hard on while we had talked but that was all I knew. Hated to lie to him like that, but sure didn't want to tell him about being fucked by it also. The next morning we were on the trails. We walked around enjoying the views we got of several guys walking around nude. Some had some pretty impressive cocks of their own, but I knew my poz guy's was bigger yet. We walked around quite a bit without seeing him though. We finally decided it was time to take a break and we headed over to the spot we had started to fuck at before and I had been fucked royally by that massive poz cock. We decided to lay out and work on tans and spread a blanket we had taken turns carrying and got naked and laid out. My love fell asleep fairly quickly but I couldn't get that huge cock out of my mind and was wondering where the hell he was at. I wanted it again for some reason I could not explain even though I knew it wasn't right and especially with my boy right there beside me. Thinking about the other day had my cock growing and my ass twitching badly. Pretty soon I was digging in my pack for my dildo and soon had it buried to the hilt in my ass. I didn't even touch my own cock but slowly started to run my dildo in and out of my hole slow and deep. Just as it was really starting to feel good, I thought I heard a noise. Turning my head, there he was, naked and that magnificent cock pointing to the heavens, hard as rock and beautiful as they can get. He put his finger to his lips to silence me and approached our blanket. He stopped next to me and knelt down and immediately his head went down and his mouth swallowed my hard cock in one gulp. As he did that, one hand covered my mouth to stifle the moan I made and the other hand went to my dildo and as it was almost out of me, rammed it all the way in in one fast hard stroke. I nearly jumped out of my skin it felt so wild. After just a few minutes of this I was a squirming wreck of passion. Then he stopped and leaned across my body and all at once grabbed my boy's cock, as he was now laying on his back, and swallowed him to the base in one smooth stroke. As he did that, he pushed his cock into my mouth which I opened greedily and my boy's eyes flew open. I could see him out of the corner of my eyes as he leaned up on his elbows wanting to know what the hell was going on? His cock grew immediately under the ministrations of the poz guy's lips and mouth though and he then just had to moan in pleasure. My love was looking over at me with a questioning look on his face. I nodded, what little I could, to let him know this was the GUY. He got it and then was trying to look between us to see that huge cock in my mouth, but there was little he could see from the angle we were all in. The guy just kept up his bj on my boy and soon my boy quit looking and laid back enjoying the bj as I was enjoying giving one to the poz guy. I think we all thought we were in heaven.

Dade (253)470-8603 texts preferred Location: YOUR PLACE, Seattle 98121 (etc) Times not available: after 9:30PM Times available: 9AM-9:30PM Age: 29 Height: 5'5'' Weight: 155lbs Ethnicity: White mixed Do Not Disturb: Do not contact me unless you can stay hard long enough to penetrate me and breed me. Don't waste our time. Position: Total powerbottom Status: Neg so far

i want this

From SP here

I love to piss fuck. I usually give guys a choice--unless I'm getting a huge sub vibe from them. Yesterday I piss fucked the guy---then fisted his ass, letting the piss fly everywhere. (Which is why my play room has a waterproofed floor.....)

There are Bottoms and Bottoms. There are some here on BZ who say they are only there to please the top and take his cum, without expecting anything in return. I respect that, but I am not one of those Bottoms. I want something back. I have my needs too and use the top to satisfy my sexual needs as much as the top is using me to satisfy his. So yeah, as much as the top wants to use my hole to dump his load, I use his dick to get what I want. I don't want to have to jerk off after a fuck. I want him to make me cum during the fuck. Then I got what I wanted. If the top just wants to cum and not consider his sex partner's needs he may as well use a fleshlight.

there's nothing better than felching poz loads out of a cumdump's gapping hole and snowballing them back to him

I am a verbal top. Love to seed some fucking cumholes. It gets even better when the bottom says how much of a slut he is and is begging for my load.

dude...ur pix is so fucking hot....love it

What I would like to know is if they think all of that precum coating their hole can't include the bug. If they are.that stupid they deserve multiple loads!

So I noticed a hung, hot, poz top online for a while. He's exactly my type: 45, muscular, 9"c and loves to fuck. I hit him up this morning and offered my hole (neg, last test) to him. He accepted my offer so I went over to his place. There was absolutely no small talk. I walked in. We went directly to the bedroom and stripped. He stretched out on the bed naked and I went to work on his cock. He fingered my hole while I was getting his cock ready. Since he loves to rim, he told me to get on all 4s. He went back and rimmed my hole for like 5 minutes while I continuously hit poppers. Without any signal he stood up and shoved the full 9" up my tight ass. I squirmed but he held me down and slowly started moving it around. I reminded myself that this was what I was there for, and hit the poppers again. I loosened-up and he fucked my hole for what seemed hours, saying stuff like "I'm gonna shoot this toxic seed deep in your hole." I begged him to breed me. His cock got rigid and he started slamming into my hole as his poz cum hit the insides of my ass. He whispered "do you feel my seed, baby?" "Yes" I replied, as he kept pumping it into me. We had no small talk, just got dressed and left. His load is still in me, and I'm savoring it!

Tonight I traveled to the tops' apartments - Got fucked by 5 guys in about 3 hours and got 4 loads... By the last two fucks there was a puddle of cum under where we fucked I had so much in my ass...