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Just left the local "cruise" spot in middle of desert , pretty much need 4X4 to get there I have a F-150 Raptor ... Was fun got to off road and get seeded from lean hung Latino , was about to leave when 3 young Marines pulled up all looking to bust a nut, glad I went 5 loads in all .

Picture it. 2005. My spouse and I, 20 years of togetherness. Both of us are HIV neg. We bareback each other, and are generally monogamous except for when we play together (or on my occasional side trysts to the ABS or sex grounds at the local park). Anyhow, we were on vacation In Hawaii, specifically in Oahu. Vacation means, well, vacation. On the occasions I can get my usually-very-vanilla-husband to do anything different, vacation can be a good time, especially as we are both more relaxed when away from home. I’m definitely the kinkier, and likely the hornier of the two of us, so I had done my research. In the past when traveling we've visited sex clubs in New York, Prague, Hong Kong, and Dallas, but on this occasion, when driving across Oahu, I suggested we stop at an adult bookstore in Wahiawa about which I had read interesting reviews. As it was mid-day, I thought it might be a long shot, but as the place was quite literally on our route around the island, there wasn't any downside to stopping in. Upon entering the place we found the typical ABS set up: a register with some retail shelves up front, and in back there was a small hallway off of which was a line of doors for each of the numerous individual viewing booths. The place was small and clean, but it was empty. So we waited. After some time we heard some movement and the soundtrack from a video emanating from the only occupied booth. So we waited so more. After some more time, I was getting bored, especially knowing we had a relatively busy day planned, so I suggested to my spouse "Hey, why don’t we go into adjoining booths, and I’ll blow you through the glory hole in between the two booths?" He liked that idea, probably because I don't usually particularly enjoy sucking his dick as he almost never comes that way, so it turns-out feeling too much like work, or sort of like what I imagined foreplay with a woman would be like. In any event I don't often blow him, but under the circumstances it seemed like the best way to salvage the visit, and, after all, fair is fair. He goes in the booth at the end of the hall, and I slip into the next one, still no one in sight. I scrape the chair out of my way and I’m down on my knees. He unzips, pulls his flaccid dick out, puts his crotch to the hole. Mine for the taking. I hear him pressing buttons trying to find a video he likes. I don’t care what’s on my screen. There’s a gay movie on and the moaning and sex sounds are perfect. God I love these places. My bf likes to be blown slow, especially at first. So I fondle his dick. I smell it. I take his balls in my palm and pull forward on his dick, nuzzling it with my nose and making it grow. As his shaft lengthens, I can get the head in my mouth, ever so gently. I go to work on that spot on the underside, right where the head, the shaft, and the hole all come together. No man can resist that. I swirl my tongue around it and feel his erection fill out fully hard. Now I can really get that dick wet. I wrap my teeth with my lips and slide all the way down, getting it slippery with spit. He’s not a big pre-cummer my bf. So I bang the back of my throat a little as I’m gently going up and down on it. I want some of my throat snot to get things really viscous. His dick is getting harder, wetter, and more into a rhythm going in and out of my mouth. Oh yeah we are getting somewhere. . . Not too long and I get a little light flash in the corner of my eye. I hear a door behind me close and the partition superstructure shake. I pull off my bf’s dick to look. There behind me in the glory hole to the booth on the other side of mine is this face. HOLY FUCK. It’s this jarhead face. Gone in a second. FUCK MAN! HOT SOLDIER BOY. There are some sort of barracks near here aren’t there? My heart skipped a beat. That haircut never lies. I imagine one of dozens of tumblr pictures - a soldier boy, in the desert, waving a gun, dick out, friend taking a pic of it. FUCK man THINK FAST. Hot solider in the booth next to me. C’MON FAST!! Boyfriend’s spit shiny junk is in my hand, with my spit dripping down the hair on his balls. I let go with a squeeze. Stand up. Drop my shorts. Turn around. Put my ass at the hole and I trace down it with his dick. He loves my ass. This’ll distract him. And I just want to SEE the soldier. Just a peek. I’m feeling his hand on my ass. Boyfriend took that hint. He’s caressing it. Spreading my cheeks. I’m bending over to look in the glory hole beyond. UNF. I feel a hot breath on my hole. BF loves sticking tongue in me. Makes me a little squirrelly, so we don’t do it that often. My focus is across the way anyhow. I see movement. He’s too close to see his face again. And it’s dark. Bless whoever designed this place. Perfect size. I have my ass at one hole and my face at the other. I hook a finger through, and try to look up. FUCK I feel my spouse’s tongue in my ass. But the soldier . . . unzipping his pants . . . hand goes in . . .wrestles out his already hard dick. It is maybe seven inches, curves up, reminds me of my cousin's (that's a different story). My mouth waters. HOT DAMN He puts it through the hole, downy covered nuts and all. I stroke down it with my hand. Powder soft and dry. Once. Twice. Watch it bob. I find that spot between his balls where his juices originate and work a finger up up the underside of his shaft. Fuck yes! A huge drop of precum appears. So tempting to eat. But I rub it around the mushroom head. It makes his dick dance and quiver. Slippery. Musky. Ready to suck. I start going down on the shaft and HUH there's my partner's dick pressing at my backdoor. My mind swoons with dick sensation overload. I rarely get fucked, and never starting bent over like this. NEVER have though a glory hole. Have I ever been spit roasted? Brace yourself! Think about the dick in your mouth! Dont lose rhythm! Fuck! He pushes into my ass. The pain! Ah, but the smell of the dick in front of me. I'm trying to flex and relax both, letting the dick work into my ass. My own dick is rock hard bobbing around, drooling webs of precum all over the place. "Some pig", it might spell out on the floor. Here I am on vacation, mid day, in a booth in the dark, with my bf's cock in my ass, and a soldier's in my mouth. And I want cum from both. I am getting into a rhythm with the dick stroking in and out of my ass. My mouth stroking up and down on the dick in front of me. You know how there’s blowing a dick, and then there’s blowing a dick to cumpletion? I mean in my experience there is a point where you know the dick in your mouth can cum that way. When it starts juicing? When the hips start bucking? I knew that soldier was going to feed me his load. When - damn - suddenly no dick in my ass and <poke poke> my bf is poking me on the ass cheek with his finger. I do NOT want to lose momentum on the dick in front of me. But reluctantly, I pull off and turn around to ask my spouse “What?!” My ass is there at the solider’s side. “There’ rub it against that” is what I was thinking. Up to this point I’d swapped plenty of glory hole head, but never fucked through one. UNF the soldier slides his dick right in me. HOLY FUCK A STRANGE DICK UP MY ASS BAREBACK. I push back on it. Rock hard 20 something soldier dick. Inside me. Not what I’d planned. I wince and hide what’s going on from my bf’s view. He would FREAK at a stranger’s raw dick inside me. “I can’t cum this way,” my boyfriend says. “I am going to rinse off.” “Is it dirty?” I ask. “No,” he replies. “But you know me. This is too much.” Vanilla is as vanilla does. “Okay, I’ll go next,” I say. And he’s out his booth door. I hadn’t even focused on the soldier cock stroking in and out of me. I squeeze my ass and look over my shoulder. His fingers are grasping the top of the partition between us for leverage. He’s speeding up, hitting it harder. My thoughts are filled with his flared mushroom head wondering if it’d swell up get hard and red before he shoots? I was thinking of his precum in the back of my throat climbing up out my nose, now in my ass making it slick making it ready. Use that hole man. He gets louder louder UHNN UHHN I press back hard willing it wanting it. UHHNN UHHN He STOPS. I feel the twitch. My ass goes from lubed to wet. I feel the fluid filling me. FUCK! First time . . . a stranger unloading in my ass. Should I be scared? Guilty? UHHN he rocks it back and forth making me feel it squish - his dick in its own ejaculate. Rapidly softening he slips it out of me. Fuck! What have I done? My spouse is coming back in like a minute and I . . . Standing there with my legs shaking, my dick is a sticky mess I haven’t touched it, but there’s plenty of lube. In ten strokes I push a finger from my other hand in my hole and feel the soldier’s load there. I BLAST one of the largest loads of my life onto the laminate partition wall. It trails down and pools on the floor. I said this place was clean. Too bad. I hope it’s still there for the next guy. Maybe the clerk will come lick it up? There’s my bf’s face at the hole. “C’mon, let’s go.” “I’m coming! Just a sec. Let me clean up a little here . . .” On the way out, he says to me, “ Hey did you hear that one guy cumming? Someone was having fun.” He has no idea.

Part 2: AIDs Bone – Wrecker – POZ – the boy’s begging for my load exposed something primal in me. A newfound need was exposed like the ragged edges of flesh from a scab pulled away too soon and the only way to soothe the sharp hurt was to take it out on his sorry faggy ass. I had already gaped the youngin and got $50 in my pocket for it, and now the beast in me demanded more to sate my hunger. Did the pretty boy beg for me to stop? Probably. Did the pretty boy beg for me not to fuck so hard? Definitely. Did the pretty get what he wanted? No, he got what he deserved – my Wreckin-AIDs-Bone. With a final grunt I blew another load into a wet, shredded hole in the ABS. The pretty boy was still gasping in pleasure, pain, and desire as he held out his hand full of goodies from his stuffed pockets and let me take what I desired. A crumpled $100 he got for sucking some old white dude probably, and a bus pass, and a few other things I knew I could trade, and I was driven to find my next victim. I tucked my slime covered dick away, brushed past the eager crowd waiting in the hall, and made my way out front. The skanky clerk was still ready his trashy magazine when I came out from the back. He looked at me and could tell I was a man needing to breed and before he could make an offer I laid out my terms, “I want to settle up. My tab is wiped clean and I get to come and go anytime I please. Give me one of those membership pass things. In return – (and for dramatic affect I unzipped my pants and hauled out my semi-hard, still ass slime covered black dick) – I got two more loads at least I got to bust. You can run, cry, whateva the fuck I don’t care, but my nutt is going in your ass – NOW!” OMFG the look on his skank face as his eyes bulged, he swallowed hard, his hands shook, and he glanced around to see if anyone else was in the ABS right then as he had that look of, “Did you just hear what I heard? Is that right?” – HA! I stepped up onto the little stage behind the counter that his stool was perched on, my man stink thick and dark like my dick, and casually set my now swollen meat on his forearm and asked, “So you in?” As I was waiting for his reply one of the coughing fits came on and I hacked a loogie right onto the floor at the foot of his stool and waited. A few hems, haws, and we had an agreement. I don’t like owing nobody nothing and tonight’s fuck would take care of my ABS debt and set me up for getting in and out anytime I wanted. I don’t trust folks no more and asked the clerk if the other folks that worked there would give me shit about the pass and he laughed and told me no, he was the fucking owner too – who knew? I didn’t want to go back into the booths, so while I waited for him to wrap up and hand off to the next clerk, I sat outside on the stoop next door and smoked and welcomed the heat. While I sweated like a bitch, it did seem to keep the cough at bay. A couple cigs later the owner came out of the ABS and tried to strike up a friendly chat, but this was business, so I waved him to step back and then followed several paces behind as he led me to his walk up a few blocks away. His apartment was not big or fancy and maybe had been nice in 1950. Guess owning an ABS is not the way to make bucks. He told me to make myself comfortable and when I asked for the john so I could take a piss he was on his knees in 2 seconds flat, mouth open, and well hell, I filled his gut with two kidney’s worth of rankness. I asked if he wanted me to wash up or anything and he told me no, he liked musky dudes, real men, hated cologne and deodorant and shit, and I was with him on that. Fucking faggys and pretty boys smelled like a flower mart. I lit up a cigarette, set my t-shirt on the back of the wood chair to give some cushion against the bones that jutted out of my spine when the ABS owner said, “You know, I might be able to set you up with some clients. Pass folks your way at the store if you’d work for me, nothing big, just a small cut of what you make.” I shook my head no, I was not looking for no pimp. He tried another tact, “OK, OK, well how about moving some product for me? Some of the guys do that for me. Little bits – nothing big mind you – don’t need the men in blue coming down on me – but just bits to keep folks happy.” I shook my head no again, stamped out the cigarette on the old plate he had set down for me to use as an ashtray, stood up, dropped my pants, and pointed to a spot in front of me. I let a few mouthfuls of tobacco spit slick the dried slime on my 10-inch black dick as the ABS owner scrambled for some lube, condoms, towels, and even set a cock ring on the table. What the fuck? Did I look like I needed that grandpa shit to keep hard? Two nutts down and my dick was brick and dripping. He bent over in front of me, his hands braced on a built in bookshelf that lined the wall that was full of little figurines, pictures, and granny nick-knacks. I lobbed some more tobacco spit onto my hand and jammed my finger in his crack. He cried out, stepped away, and that just pissed me off. All my anger, frustration, and fucked up shit came racing back up and I needed to let it out. “OH NO, PLEASE DON’T, NOT YET, LET ME GET USED TO IT!” the ABS owner cried out as I pushed him against the bookshelf and drove my dick into ass. He was pretty dry and I knew it would tear him up good and that made my dick start streaming some nasty cum. He continued blabbering, “NOT RAW – NO NOT RAW – I ONLY FUCK SAFE – YOU BEEN TESTED RIGHT? YOU NEG?” What the fuck ever. He owned a God damn adult video store where hustlers and street trade got down and busy, he was taking it raw no matter what. His body stiffened and went into shock as my 10 inches busted through his outer ring and drove through the second hole. “YOU JUST A FAGGY FOR THIS AIDSBONE DICK AIN’T YOU? THAT’S WHAT YOU WANT AIN’T IT? I TOLD YOU I WAS GOING TO WRECK THAT ASS, MAKE IT MY PUSSY, AND NUTT IT UP. WHAT YOU FUCKING THOUGHT I WAS FRONTIN? WE MADE A DEAL MAN, YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WAS GETTING, NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GIVE ME THAT NASTY, GRIMEY HOLE.” The first load went right up his shitter in 60-seconds flat. Had to give it to him, for an older dude his hole was tight – used to be – HA! Now it was gaping and open and I held him against the built in as I lifted my right leg up, braced it on one of the shelves, and started to stretching his ass and scraping him up. Funny where your mind goes sometimes, but as I stood there banging the living shit out of the skanky ABS owner I thought about what he asked. Had I been tested. No. Never. I realized I frankly didn’t care. Maybe I had AIDs, maybe I had some other shit, so what? I did know that thinking I was pozzing their faggy asses got me rockin, and splatters of pink, gaping and bruised ass lips, made my shit harder than it had ever been. Wreckin-AIDs-Bone. The capital W. A. B. – yeah fuckas that’s me. I had stretched that hole enough and was ready to drop some more toxic babies up his chute. I pulled the ABS owner away from the shelves, yanked my dick out of his torn up ass making him cry like the bitch that he was, pushed him down onto the floor, and dropped back up that hole. You ever seen one of those bratty kids in Walmart throw an all out temper tantrum in the middle of the aisle? Legs and arms flailing? Incoherent blabbering and crying? Yeah? That was him – HA! He might have been begging me to stop but I knew he wanted more of my nutt and more importantly, I needed a hole to bust in. The stains from that fuck may never come out of those old wood floors and seeing that made my dick swell right back up. Jesus fuck! I could tell his hole was done and broken. I had wrecked it and that shit was not snapping back anytime soon. What the hell – the third load would be a tip. I pushed my swollen black dick as deep as it would physically go and would have slid my balls in too if that hole had opened up. The ABS owner was drooling and whimpering from being stuffed so deep and I ground my hips around, side to side, back and forth, gauging his innards and getting him primed. I dropped my fill weight onto his back, knocking the air out of his lungs. As he lay there gasping I asked, “YOU READY FOR SOME MORE OF THIS AIDS BONE? YOU KNOW THAT PUSSY IS POZ NOW RIGHT. I KNOW IT HURTS AND TRUST – THIS IS A FUCK YOU WILL WANK THAT LITTLE SHIT DICK OFF THINKING ABOUT FOR YEARS TO COME. FEEL HOW DEEP I AM? WANT ME TO TAKE IT OUT? LIKE THIS? NO? YOU WANT THAT AIDS BONE BACK IN THERE HUH? SAY IT – TELL ME YOU WANT THAT PUSSY WRECKED. TELL ME YOU WANT MY AIDS NUTT. TELL ME YOU WANT ME TO BURY MY BONE DEEP IN YOUR BACK YARD!” A good 10 minutes later and I was done raping that ass. I stood up, looked at his pathetic ass laying there on the floor, and decide to leave another parting gift. The ABS owner never even flinched as the fist drops of hot piss dropped on his face and while he lay on his floor I covered him in more of my rank water and now he was marked on the outside as well as the inside. Time for me to roll. I got dressed, lit a cigarette, and even in his post-fuck stupor the ABS owner tried to get me to stay, snuggle, and hang and shit. I had to be real and let the man know that damn dude – you ain’t my homie and you ain’t my boo – you just some worthless piece of ass I just used the way a man does now step the fuck off! I hit the streets. The heat was still monster, but I still had business to take care of. I easily found someone to trade off the goodies I had snatched from the pretty boy for some cash and more cigarettes. My pockets were stuffed and flush and I didn’t quite know what to do about it. The rumbling and ache in my stomach said I should grab some grub to eat, but part of my mind said I should find someplace to crash, or buy some new clothes, or, or…. Christ too many fucking ‘ors’ so I went with first option and spent a few bucks on my first decent meal in a long fucking while. So here I am, JC, coolin on a corner in New York City (NYC) – my stomach rumbling again as that little something I snagged last night only went so far and my fist is tight and since I don’t know when my next funds will appear am taking it slow. My ass crack is sweating, my balls aching, my dick dripping, my chest is heavy 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. The sidewalks are busy as folks rush home from their jobs to their warm beds, families, hot meals, cool drinks and shit. Not me. I’m back by the ABS waiting. I tap my pocket, feel the ridge of the pass the ABS owner gave me before I fucked the life out of him last night. I ain’t seen him yet and fuck don’t even know exactly what time it is as my watch stopped working weeks ago, but figure he should be showing up soon along with the regular pretty boys, hustlers, dealers, and other low life that haunt the ABS waiting for their prey. Am I a lowlife now too? Yeah, and a thug, and an AIDS Bone cunt Wrecker, so embrace the dream fuckas! Folks had gotten tight fisted with the smokes, so I was now busting back into the pack I took off the youngin last night. The discarded butts around my feet testified to how long I had been hanging but I had this itch, this need, and while part of me said it was stupid, the other part of me knew the little faggy would be back. Dark shadows now enveloped the streets of NYC while only the tops of the tallest buildings still sparkled under the blazing sun. I heard some high-pitched giggles, a titter, a laugh, and turned and watched as the youngin and some other little white dude sashayed down the sidewalk. They stood out like a fucking neon bulls eye in this neighborhood and it was not until I yelled “YO!” as he started to pass me that the youngin from last night that begged for my AIDs bone stopped. His friend gasped, clamped a hand over his mouth, fluttered his lashes and sighed, “Is this him? How fucking delicious? You’re right. He is n.a.s.t. capital Y – nasty! OOOHHH.” Yeah that bitch boy needed to shut his mouth. The youngin slapped his friend on the shoulder and turned to me and said, “Hey – we…ummm. We got a room at a hotel up town. I told my friends I had special surprise for them and was hoping I would see you again. You interested in partying with us tonight?” I looked them up and down, my dick bulging in my pants as I thought about pozzing their white bread faggy asses. The youngin then quickly added as he patted his pocket, “I’m TOTALLY prepared.” I stepped forward, grabbed his queenie little friend by the arm, spun him around and he hit the wall hard. I leaned in, my cigarette and unbrushed teeth breath right in his face as I asked, “You looking for some raw thug dick too?” He blushed 50 shades of red and purple, wiggled out of my grip and squealed to his friend, “OH MY GOD he is PERFECT!” Yeah that little bitch was going to get slapped then fucked down. I leaned back against the wall as the two youngins chatted, giggled, and hopped back and forth as we waited for the car service they had called. No subway for them. No taxis either. Whatever. I smoked a couple more cigarettes, the car arrived, they climbed in and I followed and shut the door. My dick needed some attention so as we pulled away from the curb I unzipped my pants, plopped my hard dick out and said to the youngin from last night who was sitting beside me, “Lick my shit.” The two faggies gasped, tittered, said they could not because of the driver, but 30 seconds later his pink lips were sucking my shit down as his friend watched in awe. The fucking driver knew better than to comment and kept his eyes on the road. We rolled up to some fancy hotel, a man in a funny looking jacket opened the door, paused as he looked me up and down, and coolly said, “Shirts are required to enter the premises – SIR!” I dropped a thick loogie at his feet, pulled out a cigarette, lit up, then said, “Here Holmes, hold this will you while I put my shirt on.” The two faggies giggled and laughed, I slid my red t-shirt on, took my smoke back, and swaggered through the front door like I was the fucking king. When we got to the room – not a room a suite – there were three other little white youngins there. Smoking, drinking, partying, whatever. All eyes stared at me, mouths gaped, holes clenched, and I could smell the God damn bank! These little queens might be thinking that mommy and daddy’s money can let them dip their toe into the edge of my world, well I planned to drag them down into it and mark each every fucking one with my BBC and plant my toxic nutt deep – willingly or not. They sure the fuck were not going to call the cops – and say what? They paid some street dick to pump their pussies and it was too much? HA! The youngins all huddled together so I pulled the curtains back a little, slid the door back, and stepped out onto the small balcony. Fucking eh! The suite was located on the end of the building with a fucking awesome view of the city. The small balcony was private with no one in direct line of vision, but I planned to make sure whoever was above or below us knew what was going down. The youngin from last night stepped out, leaned against me, “Isn’t it marvelous?” he asked in his best imitation of Marilyn Monroe. My dick was primed and ready to go. I spun him around, ripped the button on his Ralph Lauren shorts, exposed his lilly white ass, and drove my dirty nails into his puckered hole to get it nice and primed. He squealed and squirmed but there was no place to run as I dry slammed my dick into his pink pussy. Yeah bitch fucker wanted my AIDs Bone? Wanted that cunt Wrecked? Well he needed to get bloodied up. He was gasping, I bottomed out then whispered in his ear, “You got something for me?” His right hand shook, then pointed down to his shorts. With my dick still buried in his ass, I bent forward, fumbled in the pocket, pulled out the wad of bills and flicked through them. Yeah fucking Christ this was going to be good. The youngin’s cries drew his friends like ducklings to their mother. “Let them hear what you want!” I ordered. He just grunted as I thrust deep so I slapped his head – hard. “I FUCKIN SAID LET THEM HEAR WHAT YOU WANT!” Another slap and he obeyed, loud enough for the folks on the street below to hear – ha! “I NEED YOUR AIDS MAN, GIVE ME YOUR AIDS BONE, FUCK IT – WRECK IT – POZ MY HOLE, MY PUSSY – PLEASE POZ MY PUSSY – MAKE IT DIRTY MAN – HURT IT OH YES PLEASE MISTER HURT IT – OUCH – OH STOP – NO DON’T STOP, DON’T, DEEPER, OH YES DEEPER – YOU GOING TO NUTT IN ME? FUCK ME? YOU GOING TO NUTT?” Damn, fucking yammering tweaked out youngin – but yeah, I was going to nutt and his little buddies were all watching in awe and wonder as I pozzed his ass up – again. My balls bounced several times in a row pumping my viral load into his now blown out ass. Yeah his ass was now a prime example of how size queens get made. I stepped back, my still hard dick dripping with cum, ass juice, and more from the brutal breeding of their friend and asked, “Who’s next?” One by one I mounted their white, tight little holes, and left every one of them full of thug babies and AIDS Bone nutt. I raped them, bred them, used them, and abused them all for my pleasure and trust – their fucking pleasure too. With each fuck my pockets got padded thicker and thicker and by the 5th youngin he was eager to slick my palms with five Franklins when he tasted my toxic drool still flowing from my monster BBC. I could also tell this was not his first time at the BBC bull rodeo and as I got close to filling his pussy with the hottest creampie in town he got into racial verbal talk too, which I also discovered I liked and let him know it. After he wiped his mouth from licking me clean – dick and balls – and ensuring that not a remnant of ass funk from him or his buddies was left on me, he leaned back on his knees and said, “You know. My daddies would dig you. They will be in from the Hamptons this week and if you don’t mind someone a little older I know they would LOVE LOVE LOVE to let you tie them up and fuck them like that. They’re into that freaky shit you know.” I had to laugh, little bitch had cum/ass juice stains on his face like he had been in a berry patch and my hot load dripping out of his gaping cunt he thought his daddies were freaky? I stroked my dick just to show him I had all he – and they – could take and more, and said, “Let me check my fucking calendar.”

This is erotic fiction written by me. I have more chapters to come. ________________________________________________________________________________ The Broken Jock by @ButtB4iGo Part 1 As a horny young man in his mid-20s, I had been raging for sex. But I was a good young gay and had mostly just adhered to the idea that "safer sex" with condoms with a few top men I knew and liked, was the only kind of sex a 21st century submissive boy could ever hope to experience. That all changed for me about four weeks ago. My name is Adam and I play shortstop for a gay softball team in San Francisco. While I'm a stocky kind of guy, I actually preferred sports that didn't utilize large builds as much. I mainly played baseball in high school and water polo in the fall instead of football, even though every year, the football coach would try to recruit me for my blocking potential. My senior year, my water polo coach yelled at him for that. Coach Pfeiffer needed my arm in the pool to make goals. Coach had a crush on me, too. I could tell. We never did anything—we couldn't—but he enjoyed being around me. He was good looking, gruff and sweet; he had a wife and family, too. But he lingered when looking at me. Once in the locker room, he stretched out a five-minute conversation with me to 15 just so that he could spend some time with me in my drying Speedos. And, while I was a virgin just trying to figure out how to exist in the closet, I loved having his advice, his attention, his adoration. While stocky, I have a naturally fit body. I am young, and have a good Germanic face with brown eyes and blonde hair. At 25, I have been feeling like I was at my prime and needed to start using my looks and my good body to get laid a lot more than I was. And, being a submissive bottom, I was yearning to take a few more risks than I have allowed for before. So, one Saturday evening, after a softball tournament, instead of going out to the Castro to celebrate with the team, I went directly to the darkest leather bar I knew of without changing out of my uniform. I hung out by the pinball machine with an ice cold beer. I played a couple games of pinball as men began crowding the bar for the evening. As I played, I occasionally felt hands on my ass, which got me hard immediately. I decided earlier that day to let assertive men take advantage of my submissiveness in the bar. These men seemed to already know that they could take liberties with me as a couple of them put a hand down the back of my uniform pants to give my hole a good goose, something my jock strap provided easy access for. After an anonymous man thrust his groin against my butt causing the pinball machine to tilt, I wasn't mad. I turned around to find a couple of grinning, cigar smoking older men in their 60s standing right behind me. Each had bulging erections in their jeans. The older one, Phil, bought me beer. For a couple hours, they both chatted me up and groped me through my softball uniform to see how I'd react. I just answered their questions, like how our team did in the tournament, as they took turns feeling me up. I loved the attention these much older me were showering on me. It reminded me of Coach Pfeiffer. How Coach probably wanted to interact with me in this way while talking to me and asking me questions while my ass and junk filled out those McKinley High red Speedos. After about thirty minutes of playing with me, the two men simultaneously put my hands over their crotches so that I could feel their hard cocks through the soft denim of their pants. The silver-haired daddy, Phil, who I learned was 72, then said something to his friend, Ron, that I couldn't hear. Ron smiled under his dark mustache, nodded and turned to invite me to Phil's apartment for drinks. I nodded and gulped down the rest of my beer. In the taxi, I sat between the two men in the back seat. Both had their hands on my thighs. The silver daddy leaned over to my ear and asked me if I liked getting fucked. Thinking of the condom-sheathed fuck I last had with a 30-year-old fuck buddy about three months ago, I told him yes. Then he told me that he was going to call his friend Hank to come over, too. I made no remark to that, and prepared myself to let go; submit myself to these men over twice my age, and whatever they had in mind. So far, I've only had two boyfriends and about five fuck buddies with the oldest being 32. It was an intense feeling, letting go—an electric energy that urged for more. The men worked fast. When we got to Phil's apartment and stepped just inside the door from the outer hallway, the two men grabbed me and pulled down my softball uniform pants and told me to bend over the railing just inside the entry way. I bent over and saw that the four condoms that I had put in my back pocket had fallen out and onto the floor when the men yanked my pants down. Without warning, Ron pushed his raw cock up my asshole while the older man, Phil, stepped around to my head and pushed his giant cock into my mouth as I struggled to keep my balance. He told me to breathe through my nose, and then pushed farther in, his large mushroom-shaped cock head knocking against the entrance to my throat. Both were loudly saying "Fuck yeah!" "Take it, boy!" and "Damn!" as they spit-roasted me, not even knowing that I have never before been fucked this way, and by strangers, and without using condoms. Previously, I had even made my two former boyfriends wear condoms when they fucked me. Neither mentioned the condoms on the floor, even though they saw them spill out from my pocket. Instead they began their bareback assault on me. After all the groping and prodding, the men just assumed they could take that liberty, too. Best as I could, I accommodated the two raw cocks that were now invading my body, submitting to unprotected sex for the first time. I heard moans and grunts coming from the two men. Ron kept pushing his cock into my tight hole and was roughly trying to fuck my ass as much as he could without lube. "You like raw cock, boy?" he grunted. I gagged on Phil's cock in my feeble attempt to answer, but I instinctively opened up my throat enough to take the large head into my throat. Phil moaned, "Ah, I just entered his throat, Ron." "It sure didn't take long for you to get in balls deep. I'm not having the same success on this end. This boy is super tight!" Frustrated that the dry fuck wasn't happening as easily as he had hoped, Ron pulled out and went to the kitchen for something. My hole was a little soar from Ron's dry assault, but Phil grabbed my hair and began deep fucking my throat. "Choke on it, boy. Come on. Breathe through your nose!" Ron came back a few minutes later and used his finger to lube my hole up better with Vaseline. "We're only using the best vintage lube on this boy hole." "Are you using my stuff, too?" Phil asked him as he bucked into my throat repeatedly. His cock got very rigid after asking that question, and I could feel the pulsing in my mouth that was making his dick bigger. "Yep," said Ron. "I just had a feeling this big jock boy was going to let one of us bareback him at some point tonight. I'm going to put it in now. Spread your legs boy! More!! Good thing we left it out to thaw." Soon I felt a small hard nub enter my sphincter, and then cool liquid being shot inside my hole, and I heard Phil say, "Is it all in?" "Almost..." said Ron. "Fuck yeah, boy!" Phil growled as Ron finished loading my hole with the fluid and then spanked me hard. I flinched and almost fell over. Phil went on to say, "That's a collection of three weeks of my sperm lining your hole right now. I keep my very own sperm bank just to lube up tight boy holes like yours. Damn, Ron! Hold him down. I need to be the one to fuck that shit in good." With Phil's collected loads now inside me, I was delirious with the thought of having my first breeding, and from an older man I just met at a bar. He's not even a boyfriend! I wasn't the "good gay boy" anymore. I was being irresponsible with my body, dangerous. But the feeling of having sperm in my ass for the first time made me feel owned… and free, and I surrendered fully. Phil, even without knowing that he was initiating me into whoredom, was doing everything he could to intensify this new experience for me. He pulled his cock out of my throat and got behind me. I was looking at the spilled unopened condoms on the floor when I felt his large cock head pop into my hole, and Phil pushed. With my hole lubed up with his thawed cum and the oil-based lube, it slid slowly in to my still tight hole, and he went all the way, balls deep. I was trying to take it all but it was a lot of dick. I flinched again and Ron got in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders to keep me in place. "Damn! You're all in! Fuckin' hot!" said Ron, who then grabbed a brown bottle and a rag from somewhere and told me to suck his dick. He pushed his cock into my mouth. Being the submissive boy, I sucked Ron's dick like a real cocksucker. The intensity of this sexual experience required my full submission: I needed to do whatever I could to please these men! Phil was still balls deep and coaching me to relax, "You've got a vice grip on my cock, boy! But I gotta to fuck my seed in." "This'll help." Ron all of a sudden pulled his cock out of my mouth and pushed my head down into a handkerchief doused with a strong scented fume. "Breathe this in, you'll be alright," he coached. "Start fuckin' that boy hole, Phil. Open it up" Phil started fucking me hard as I inhaled my first ever hit of poppers. As the buzz of sex got stronger, I was able to allow my hole to be invaded more fully by Phil's cock. It hurt at first, but the buzz and Ron's coaching helped me relax my hole for Phil to take his boy's ass for good. "Take another, boy. We need that hole open," Ron urged. After my second hit, I was lit, and Ron shoved his cock back into my mouth. While Ron fucked my throat and made me suck his cock head off and on, Phil kept long dicking me for about 20 minutes, repeatedly telling me how he was nailing his seed into me, and how I needed his hot live load up in there, too. "Gonna fucking breed you full of swimmers, boy," I heard him grunt with each thrust as he worked to unload in me. "Here it is, boy. Fuuuuuuuck!" In the cold cum, I easily felt new warmth inside my once sperm-virgin hole as I took my first live cum load. After he finished breeding me, Phil tried fucking his load in more, but his cock was too sensitive after cumming. That's when I heard a voice behind us say, "Let me drill that hole for awhile." That must be Hank. "Do it, man," said Ron with his cock still lodged in my throat. "No condoms tonight. We somehow found this hot jock boy at the club, got our raw dicks inside him, poppered him up, and now he's taking multiple loads up his ass." Hank gave a hearty chuckle and reached between my open legs and put his hand inside the crotch of my jock strap and felt my hard dick and all the precum I had leaked in there. I heard Hank say, "I brought my old pal Charlie with me. He's into milking cum outta the boys I fuck. Come on over here, Charlie, and have seat under the boy. He's already got a jock full of precum for you." Charlie got under my legs. He was bald, and looked to be about 90, but he moved my jock pouch over and started sucking my cockhead, and milking my shaft with his hand. My precum pumped out onto his lapping tongue. And Charlie exclaimed, "Ah, boy, you've got a sweet tap on you! Give Ol' Chuck all that you've got." Charlie began to suck my dick in ways that encouraged my precum to ooze out for him. I was getting used fully by these old men. Fuck yes! As Hank teased my now open wet hole with what felt like a small hard metal object, Ron pushed the poppers under my nose again. "I'm gonna take this hole, boy," Hank taunted. Again, I inhaled Ron's poppers and my head spun as Hank pushed against my wet hole. "That's it, open up for my raw dick." I felt the hard thing enter my hole and then Hank's hard cock followed. "That's a big P.A. you got on you, Hank. Damn hot!" Ron's cock was in my throat again and he put down the poppers. Hank fucked slow at first. "Damn that's a good hole! How many loads are in 'em?" I felt Phil's cool cum running down my left leg as Hank pumped more cock inside. "Twelve. All mine!" Phil chuckled. "You used your stash. Damn, that's hot! So my load is going to make this an official gangbang breeding of a this hot jock cum whore by us granddads." Little do they know that Hank will only be the second man to ever shoot his sperm load into my hole at all. In my head, I acknowledge that I'm begging for it from a man I haven't even seen before. At that thought, I pumped a good amount of precum into Charlie's mouth and he mmmm'ed. This "faceless" man continued to fuck my hole with the encouragement of Phil and Ron for about 15 minutes. His P.A. was hitting my prostate perfectly and it made me moan and squirm. "I'm close," said Hank. "I'm glad this one's taking loads because there's no way I'm pulling out of this tight hole." Hank came with a yell and I felt the blast hit my gut and warm it. That's when Ron pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, "Ahhh, I'm going to come soon, but I want that hole." Hank finished unloading in my hole as Ron came around to my ass. Hank pulled his hard cock and P.A. out of my hole and Ron immediately replaced it with his. "Damn, I almost came in his mouth!" Ron lamented. "I need to breed willing young jock ass when I can get it." Ron fucked in and out hard, but then he slowed and I soon felt his cock throb and felt the warmth again. He didn't make any vocal noises. He's a stealther, I've heard. A younger guy pulled me aside at the bar warned me that he got stealthed by the man I was hanging with. He told me that a week prior, Ron had fucked him using one of the five condoms the guy had brought over to Ron’s place. But then Ron asked the guy to stay the night. Early in the morning while the guy was sleeping, Ron had rolled him over and entered him again. The young guy said that he knew that they had talked about using condoms and had done so earlier, so he just assumed Ron would have been a gentleman and put one on before waking him with a cock pushing into his gut. But, Ron had not put on a rubber before the early morning fuck. He just barebacked the guy without telling him and quietly unloaded inside him. I thanked the guy for warning me. But that story had me rock hard. And that is just like how Ron, the third man to ever bareback and breed me, came inside of me… stealthily without a sound. When Ron pulled out of me, Phil pushed his re-erected cock back inside me and asked Charlie if he was getting any cum out of me. He mumbled yes as he sucked and pumped my rock hard dick. As he worked his mouth and tongue on my young, sensitive circumcised cock head, it throbbed and pushed out more precum for him to swallow. While Charlie suckled me, Phil pulled me up to speak in my ear: "Feel my dick and all the sperm inside you, boy? You have four old men using up that sweet jock ass and cock. You like being used, don't you, boy." When he said those words, I felt Charlie suck harder to take more of my precum, I couldn't hold back any longer, I was close. "You let us all take what we want, boy. Let Charlie have your sweet young load." When he said that, I blew my load violently into Charlie's mouth, trembling with my chest once again against railing. My still shoed feet were lifted off the floor as Charlie's upper arms and face pushed my ass up to try get more of my cock in his mouth as he drained me of cum. Charlie kept sucking my sensitive cock head making me squirm while I was bent over, my ass still skewered on Phil's 72-year-old cock. As Charlie saw how I squirmed he only sucked more. As my sensitivity wained, I opened my eyes to see that a hand, probably Hank's, was jacking Charlie off. Phil fucked into my hole and said, "I'm not done with your hole yet, boy, stay put." Phil started to drill my hole again to breed another load into me. But Charlie was cumming now and Hank said, "Shoot your load in my hand, Chuck, and we'll see to it that your load gets inside the boy. That's it, Charlie, give this big beautiful jock boy a big load." Charlie did cum in a huge load that streamed easily into Hank's palm. A minute later, Charlie said he was done cumming and slipped out from under me. Phil pulled his cock out of my ass, and said "Massive load! We gotta get all that inside him." I closed my eyes and felt Charlie's seed being dumped on my hole while some fingers quickly pushed it all just inside my open sphincter. "Fuck yeah! Lube my cock up with it, too. That's it. Here you go, boy." Phil pushed his cock into my hole balls deep and the men cheered. "Fuck yeah! You ever get bred by a 89-year-old cocksucker before, boy? Damn that's good stuff." That made Charlie the fourth man to ever have his sperm up my ass. Phil proceeded to punch fuck my hole with his rigid mushroom-shaped cock head about 100 times and then slammed his full rod all the way into me to unload his second load of his "swimmers" into my hole. The other men left as Phil huffed and puffed over my spent body. After about 15 minutes, he pulled out, and I stood up. "Damn, boy, we fucked you up tonight! Such a sweet hairy, jock ass you're letting us all use here. Here's my number. Text me the next time you want men inside you. I nodded, "Yes, sir," as took the card and pulled up my pants. As I tucked in my jersey, I saw Phil pick up the unopened condoms off the floor. He stuffed them to my back pocket grinning, "Don't forget these, boy," and slapped my ass. My hole felt bruised, wet, and empty in my cab ride back to my place. I got hard thinking about what had just happened to me. Then I immediately got my phone out and texted Phil: Me: "Thanks for the fuck, Daddy. U guys got my bareback cherry back there. Only used condoms before tonight. It was hot! Thx. —Adam" Phil: "Nice! Hank, especially, will like hearing that. Was just on the phone with him. He went on and on about your hole! LOL. Maybe next time, you'll meet him. Anytime, boy. I'm happy to have you …and your bareback cherry."

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

Part 4 I pulled up to the address. I thought I had the wrong address. This looked more like the woods with a lot of bushes and trees. I hesitated to text Sir. I didn’t want to make him mad since he said not to text him until I got here but this is where my GPS brought me. “I am here Sir”….and I hit send A minute later my phone pinged. “Good boy, you are getting the hang of the game. Look to your left, see a path? It’s hard to see, there is a yellow flag that marks it. Follow it to the end. Leave the shorts behind, wear just the jockstrap. Text me when you are done and back to your car.” I spotted the yellow flag. Had it not been marked I would have never found the pathway. I stepped out of the car. I looked around; it was pretty quiet out here, a bit desolate. I got a little worried, but now Sir had a video of me taking raw loads from two guys who I don’t even know. I took off the shorts and chucked them into the car. I hurried over to the path way, it was covered by a thick bush but once you got to the other side it was a pretty clear path. I stumbled a bit, it was dark and all I had was the moonlight to show me the way. I came out into a small clearing. There was a picnic table in the middle of the clearing. I walked up to it, on the bench someone had written “Put your hands on the table, lean over and wait.” I did as the note said and waited. This time there was no blindfold. I heard rustling behind me, I didn’t dare turn around. I felt a hand tug on the strap of my jock and snap it, then trace my ass down to my hole and dip a finger into it. I whimpered. This was so hot. I was starting to get into this. And really, my worry was getting an STD or something but I didn’t even know the last two guys. I had already taken the step, might as well enjoy it. Who knew when I would get a chance like this again. The finger in my ass was replaced by the tip of a cock, since I was already lubed up it slid in pretty easily. I still had not looked back but I could feel the girth of the cock as he slid in. “You ready for this bitch? You ready for this thick load? Haven’t shot in a week, I got a big one built up for your pussy ass.” “Yes sir, please, breed my pussy. That is what I am here for, to take your load.” “Glad to see you know your place, you do not leave here till you are told you can leave, do you understand?”….”yes sir”…. and with that he pushed be over onto the picnic bench and started fucking my hole. I could feel the walls of my ass stretch and pull as he was slamming in and out. I was moaning like a bitch in heat, my eyes closed just enjoying the brutal attack my hole was getting. Thank god we were out in the middle of nowhere. I was so in the zone, I had not even noticed that other guys had started coming out of the woods. Many were already jerking their cocks looking at the action going on. I snapped into focus when I felt a cock pushing into my mouth. I opened my eyes and looked up, cute Latino guy in jeans, t-shirt and a cap was standing there. Nice 8 inch uncut brown cock too. I slurped it up, tasting the sweat under his foreskin. I could tell he had been out all day and hadn’t showered. I fucking love the smell of a man. Someone else put a bottle of poppers under my nose and held it there for a while. I was breathing the poppers in and flying high. The Latino guy started to face fuck me, I gagged a bit but I forced my throat to relax and he dipped further in. He had his hands on my face holding me in place and just pounding my throat. He was dripping sweat onto me and I fucking loved it, his cock expanded and I felt rope after rope of cum hit the back of my throat. That sent the guy in my ass over the hill and he shot his wad up my pussy. I could feel it flooding my hole. I was in pig heaven. I finally looked back and saw an older white daddy. He was clearly in his 50s or so with a beer belly but with a thick cock like a beer can. I looked around and I had a small crowd going. Both cocks were replaced by new cocks and I was spit roasted again. Another white guy shoved his cock into my ass, he looked like a trucker, small cock, but that’s cool. All I wanted was his load. I could feel my sloppy hole leaking. A black guy had put his cock down my throat, which made my ass jealous. He had a nice dick, veiny and at least 9 inches, I started to suck on it but he held my head in place and I started to feel a warm liquid in my mouth. He was pissing down my throat, I tried to swallow as much as I could but he just kept pissing. I leaked out the sides of my mouth and when he was done I licked it up. And that’s pretty much how the rest of my night went. I always had a cock in me, either my ass or my mouth, sometimes both. There were a few moments when there was no one, and I thought about moving but then thought about what the first top said and didn’t dare. Someone would eventually show up and drop a load in my ass. Finally, the last guy stopped by. Average looking Latino guy with a decent dick. He pumped a load into me and then leaned over and whispered in my ear…”you can leave now fag.” And he walked away. I stood up, my knees buckled. I had been bent over so long I had a hard time standing for a moment. I don’t know how many loads I had taken. I had lost count after 15. My ass was sore and I reeked of piss. I started walking down the walk way, back to my car. I could feel the loads running down my legs, the piss and cum in my stomach sloshed around. I got to the end of the path and looked around; it was starting to get light so I didn’t want to get spotted. I ran to my car and jumped in. My phone pinged immediately. It was Sir, I looked around. Was he here watching? How did he know I was back in the car so fast? I read the text: “Good piggy. You follow directions well.” and he attached a short clip of a video, it was me in the clearing. You could hear me in the background begging for cum. I replied back: “You do not need to black mail be Sir, I know what I am, a cum dump. I will do as you say, I will obey.” “That is good to hear boy, you know your place. I will make sure to get good use of that pussy. You will do as I say and take any load I say. Now go home, its early morning, get some rest. I will text you later today with your next instructions.” I went home and went to bed. I was so tired, and passed out immediately. I woke up hours later to the noise of my phone going off. I blinked, looked around. How long had I slept, it was now starting to get dark. There was a big cum stain on the bed where the loads had leaked out while I slept. I looked down at my phone, it was Sir… “Hope you got some good rest boy. Clean yourself up and put on the same jockstrap you have been wearing back on, clean shorts and a t-shirt and go to this address: 947 S Greenville Text me when you are there” I showered and got dressed, I was wearing a clean shirt and shorts but I could smell the musk coming from the jockstrap. It made my hole twitch…I walked out to the door, following instructions like Sir said… More to come…..

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.

I'm in the UK too, and am in my first week of PrEP. I'm assuming you purchased from one of the outlets on www.iwantprepnow.co.uk? It's not enough to just test HIV- before you start. You need to ensure that your local GU clinic will provide backup for all the other tests that are required. Currently, some will, and some won't. As a minimum, you need to ensure the following before starting PrEP: - You have two negative HIV tests at least 3 months apart. - Prior to the second test, you've not had any risky sexual contact that might have resulted in you being in the 'acute' infection stage, but HIV not be detectable by the tests. - You have been vaccinated against Hep-A and Hep-B, and have good levels of antibodies in your blood. - You have negative results for all other STDs. - You have liver and kidney function tests, so that the GU clinic has baseline numbers prior to taking PrEP. Your kidney and liver functions can decline as a result of taking PrEP, so it's important that these tests are done, to ensure that they can track any changes. When I first wanted to go on PrEP back in May, my local GU clinic were totally unprepared to deal with my request. I was the first person to ever ask about it, and their policy making committee had not had chance to discuss the issue of initial and follow up care for PrEP patients. There is clearly a cost to GU clinics of managing the initial tests, and the subsequent follow up every 3 months. I'm happy to say that my GU clinic has now agreed to undertake the work required to ensure patients take PrEP safely, even though the NHS still won't pay for the medication. I'm hopeful that your local clinic will do the same. You need to be open with them, and tell them that you're planning to take PrEP. As of now, I've been taking it for four days, and have had no obvious side effects. I'm going to wait at least seven days before any sexual contact. With regards to my sexual behaviour, then I've only recent woken up to the joys of barebacking. Previously, I always used condoms. Around the middle of last year, I had my first gay relationship, and was happy to bareback with my partner as we both tested HIV- at the same time. Now that I've tried bareback, I find it hard to have sex any other way. At the beginning of this year, I got a major wake up call, when my partner admitted that he had been sleeping bareback with other guys. His risk was lessened by him being a top, but it still scared the shit out of me. Reaching sexual maturity at the height of the AIDS epidemic resulted in me having to watch good friends die, and there was nothing I could do about it. Intellectually, I know that modern treatments mean that HIV diagnosis is no longer a death sentence, but some fears run deep. Fortunately, both my partner and I tested negative at 3 month intervals. It made me think long and hard about how to reduce my risk, as I have to accept that most gay men have difficulty in being monogamous. I therefore decided to start taking PrEP. My partner didn't want to, and also indicated that he would continue to see other guys and probably bareback them. We parted ways shortly after that. The whole experience has caused me to do a lot of research, and it has helped me come to terms with my fears over HIV. I no longer see poz guys as a threat, which was very much the case before. I've now met several local guys who have undetectable viral loads, and am quite open to the idea of having bareback sex with them. Hearing their stories, and talking to them about their treatement has made me realise how narrow minded I was being before. I'm still unsure about how much barebacking I'm going to do. I don't want to give it up, as I enjoy it too much. There is something so special about feeling your partner cum in your ass. Any sex carries risk, even if you use condoms. For me, it's all about managing that risk. I will no longer play Russian roulette with my sexual health. I've chatted with loads of guys online who claim to be 'safe sex only', and then you see them getting verifications from guys who fucked them bareback. The worst part is that a lot of these guys have never been to the clinic, and always claim to be 'clean'. Half of them are probably running around with 'acute' HIV infection and viral loads through the roof. No thanks. From here on out, I think that the safest bet is to have sex with poz guys who are undetectable. Good luck with your treatment. You're definitely doing the right thing.

This morning a kinky black muscle stud came over and used me for a couple hours. After a short making out and rimming session, he fucked me in my ass-less singlet with his 9 inch cock while my hands were cuffed. He teased me with the poppers, making me beg to impregnate my ass before letting me have more. He drilled me hard, and let some of his friends watch on snapchat. After he bred me, he rimmed my ass and made out with me. He took the cuffs and singlet off and told me to get on my knees in the shower, then pissed on me, demanding I drink then suck his cock. He got hard again then slid back into my used hole, fucking me in the shower. As he bred me the second time, he said you're gonna be pregnant now. He headed out, and I put on a jock and gym shorts. A fuckbud neighbor (twink, air force, with a thick 7.5") texted me about an hour after looking for ass, and I invited him over. He ate my gaping hole for a solid 10 min, sliding his cock right in and leaving behind another load.

Part 4: I was on fucking Cloud-9 when I got back on the subway. Could this happen? Could a down and out thug fucker like me get ahead a little? I had pictures swimming in my mind of me and Lil’Petey in the old lady’s cottage. I smiled. I had never thought about being with a guy like that before – fucking ass yeah – but not like together together. But that shit felt right. I had a bounce in my step and a hunger in my balls as I walked into the ABS, flashed my membership card and a big fucking smile to the owner, stepped to the end of the counter and asked, “Any potential business in back?” The owner nodded his head yes, gazed at my stiff dick straining my jeans, licked his lips, and I smiled. “You wanna feel it?” I asked, “Show me your hole, right here, right now.” The ABS owner looked around nervously as I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my freeballing meat. My shaft was thick with sweat and he could smell it. Without another word he unbuttoned his pants, pulled his white shorts down and grunted as I popped the head of my dick raw into his ass right there at the check out counter. “FEEL THAT AIDS-BONE DRIPPING? YEAH? YOU WANT THAT? DEEPER LIKE THAT? WELL LATER WHEN I COME BACK THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU GOT FOR ME TO GET THAT HOLE WRECKED AGAIN.” I then yanked my dick out, he yelped, I laughed, lit a cigarette and walked into the back where the video arcade was and left the ABS owner with his hole twitching. Always got to keep them wanting more and now I needed to do more than survive day to day. I had to make things right to get my new home. I did a quick round of the booths, avoided the trolls and the wall hangers who I knew were in as much need as me. I was on my second cigarette and fighting with my boner when the pretty boy showed up. He made a beeline straight for me, flashed a handful of cash and goodies, and 30 seconds later his shorts were down and his head was banging against the plywood walls as he begged me to stop pounding his hole and I ordered him to shut his faggy mouth and take my dick. The pretty boy’s body was flat against the wall when I filled him with nutt and as he slid off my shaft and thanked me profusely and told me how good a fuck I was, I lit a cigarette and tried to ignore him. That is until I heard something about making $500. “…..and you know we get into some freaky shit. He’s a total Wall Street type with some fancy loft in Soho or some shit. I dress up for him, leather, lace, whatever he wants if he has the cash and shit. You know? So anyways he was asking if he could watch me get fucked sometime. I told him about you – ALL ABOUT – you. He said it would be hot to watch some n… well a black thug guy fuck me like a dirty whore. I told him $500. I was thinking we split it like 60/40 – right? Good shit?” the pretty boy prattled on. I slammed him back against the wall, drove two long fingers into his pussy chute and started digging around with my nails as he gasped. Time to negotiate. I pressed my left arm across the back of his neck and made my counter. “I get $500, you get the best dick of your life, and a chance to get it again in the future.” Five minutes later we were walking to this dive bar where pretty boy said his Wall Street dude would be - where this dude was every afternoon trying to pick up the youngest and cutest boys he could tempt. Must be fucking nice to have those kind of hours. I don’t do bars, and anyways, looking as rough as I did knew I could get my ass kicked right out. The plan was this – I would wait in back in the alley, pretty boy would go in, find Wall Street dude, bring him out, then business would be done. The shade of the alley was a welcome relief and besides the rats, piles of garbage, and typical NYC piles of shit lying around, the only other presence was two Asian guys sitting beside a propped open door peeling carrots and cutting up vegetables – fucking crates of them. They eyed me, I eyed them, then took up a spot on a wall about half way down the alley and lit up a cigarette. I looked around. Between the shadows from the buildings and piles of trash and debris, lots of places to fuck back here. Good. If Wall Street wanted to see how a thug got down, this was it. Grimey street fucking at its best. Hard dick, willing hole, deep breeding. About 10 minutes went by, someone banged on a door a building away, banged again, then the door popped open and promptly knocked over a pile of plastic buckets. Pretty boy walked out, looked around, followed by a white dude, middle aged, fancy suit – Mr. Wall Street. They eyed the Asian guys who were still prepping their veggies, came down to me, and pretty boy – who clearly had been doing more than just saying hi in the bar – slurred, “Here’s … here’s... fuck what’s your name?” he asked me. I ignored him and turned to Wall Street. “Whatcha looking for man?” I asked. I wanted to hear it from him. He looked at pretty boy, then me, and said, “I want to watch you fuck him. Hard. Rape him like..like….” I filled in the blank, “The mouthy little princess that he is?” Wall Street chuckled, “Yes, exactly. He likes his ass smacked, bruised, and more. You think you can handle that?” This dude was funny. I held out my hand, he set $300 in it and started to hand $200 to pretty boy. I said, “NO!” and pointed at my palm. Wall Street smiled, gave me the rest and then I added, “$200 more and you can take pictures/vid with your phone, but not my face. I get to confirm after and will delete it if you do.” Wall Street smiled, “What if I want him to suck me while you fuck him?” he asked. I shrugged, “Bonus for you. No charge.” Game. Set. Match. We shifted closer to the building, melding into the shadows. Wall Street unzipped his dick and stuffed pretty boy’s mouth. I unzipped my pants, Wall Street’s eyes got nice and big and I made a mental note, then I yanked pretty boy’s short’s down and his cries were muffled in Wall Street’s balls as I dry fucked his hole – raw, rough, deep, and hard and started whacking his ass with both hands. Well he still had my nutt from earlier up there I guessed, so no spit necessary, and if not, too bad for him. I pulled all the way out slammed back in liking how his dry hole scraped my dick. Wall Street took vid and pics of the mouth on his dick, my monster dick stretching the pink hole, and pretty boy being gutted out like street trash. After about 10 minutes of brutal fucking at both ends pretty boy started crying, shaking, Wall Street held him tight and I continued to long dick him. I could tell from his scrunched up face Wall Street was close and when pretty boy started choking I knew he was getting a neck full of cum. As Wall Street finished he pulled out of pretty boy’s mouth, I yanked out of his ass – without nutting – and pretty boy dropped to the dirty pavement gasping and whining. I stepped around pretty boy’s crumpled form, Wall Street took a step back, my dick was wet and slime covered and I pointed to it and said, “Is that what you wanted to see? You trying to get this now? Want to see what it feels like to get my bone?” Pretty boy was back on his feet and blabbering as Wall Street took another step back, almost lost now to the shadows. “Get the fuck away!” I snarled at pretty boy, who hiked his shorts up, wiped the tears and snot sniffles across his face, and took off down the alley. “I think you need a daddy who can take charge,” I told Wall Street as my grimey dick edged across his clean and pressed suite leaving a trail of filth. “I think you sit in a big fancy office all damn day, ordering bitches around, then come here, find more bitches to do your bidding. What you really need is to know how it feels to be the bitch. I ain’t no faggy little dicked fucker playing at this game. This is real thug shit. Real fucking. Just you and me and yours ain’t the first cherry I’ve busted.” Wall Street’s body shook with excitement. His mind was a little slower. “I…I…I’ve never been fucked, well not never...but not like, I….. How much?” Yes cock hungry bitch lives in all you motha-fuckas! “Whatchu-got?” I asked. He pulled out a fancy leather wallet edged in silver, spread it open, started to finger some bills then shook his head and just handed the whole thing to me. I laughed, that’s right, be a submissive whore for daddy’s AIDS Bone. I gripped the wad, emptied the wallet, put two $20s back in so he could get where he had to get, handed it back and pointed at my dick. “May I suck it first?” Wall Street asked. In reply I pushed him hard, his back hit the brick wall, I stepped closer, turned him around, bear hugged him with my left arm as I undid his belt with my right hand, then his pants, and then he took the ‘frisk me officer’ position against the wall with hands up and out. “Wait, wait, wait,” Wall Street said. He stepped back, reached into his suit coat pocket, pulled out a string of condoms, and handed them to me. I took them, tore one open, tossed the empty packet at his feet and made a SNAPPING noise with the one I pulled as he resumed the sacrificial position. This was going to hurt him more than me. I spit on my hand, fingered his tight fucking hole, he winced, moaned, I slid my nail sharp side in, he inhaled, I sawed back and forth like a lumber jack, cutting a trail through the forest. I spit some more and hacked a wad of phlegm from deep in my lungs for extra slipperiness. I clamped my hand over his mouth to muffle his screams – he would scream – and body slammed him against the brick wall as I drove my raw dick up his cherry hole. Wall Street cried out, his body tensed, he stood on his tippey toes like a ballerina as he tried to run from the dick. You don’t run from the dick! My anger came back. My need to breed. My desire burned through like an inferno. Every spasm of his body, every muffled cry, every twisting of his guts as I raw dicked him spurred me on. I was ready to blast and one last, deep thrust and I leaned in and snarled, “TAKE MY AIDS BONE DICK BITCH. I’VE WRECKED THAT CUNT NOW FOR MY DIRTY CUM…THAT’S IT…YOUR PUSSY IS MILKING EVERY DROP RIGHT OUT OF MY BALLS…MILK IT…TAKE DADDY’S NUTT…” I pulled my dick out, wiped it clean on the back of his suit, and tucked it away. Wall Street was like pretty boy now, gasping and fucked silly. HA! His shame, pain, confusion showed all over his face as did his cock pig hunger. That’s right. I just fucking stealth raped his ass raw in a dirty alley and the kinky motha-fucka was hooked. I took him to the edge of his world and beyond. “Give me your business card,” I ordered. Wall Street pulled up his pants, fumbled around, pulled out a card and handed it to me. “When do you want the dick?” I asked. His reply was like a girl who lost her dolly, “Did…did you fuck me without a condom?” I hit him on the left side of his jaw with a soft tap right-hook. His mouth gaped, his eyes got wide, I stood toe to toe with him, looked down, and spat on his Wall Street face. “You know I did. You can feel my hot cum burning those guts up right now can’t you? You also know you want more. So I will ask only one more time, when do you want the dick?” Same time tomorrow I was scheduled to be back in the alley and Wall Street planned to come with full pockets for another breeding. I could tell as he looked at me, my ribs poking out, my stomach in need of food, my dirty self, that he was disgusted and so turned on at the same fucking time his mind could not process. That was the key. That was what the fuckers would pay for. I could offer them something pretty boy and the other trade could not. I lit a cigarette, patted my stuffed pockets, and started down the alley. The younger Asian guy was still sitting beside the open door peeling vegetables. “Hey mister,” he said. I stopped. I was not old enough to be a mister. A daddy yes, but not a mister. He continued, “That was like fucking amaze-balls fucking hot, fucking oh hell damn like wild crazy porn shit!” When did Asian dudes start speaking with a Valley Girl accent? I just looked at him and he asked, “Can, can you go again? I mean. Can I….?” Yeah I could fuck again, but right now I needed to see Lil’Petey. A quick convo and the Asian guy told me he was a law student at Columbia, this was his parents’ restaurant, he was a total cock pig and knew he could milk my dick good. I told him I would let him try the next day after Wall Street, but nothing in life was free. As a down payment, he loaded me up with a fucking grocery bag full of food. Egg Foo Young, Sweet and Sour Pork, and tons more shit and said he could give me a bag of food every day he worked – which was most days - as payment. Deal. I made my way back to the trap house but stopped and chatted up with one of the bums who often slept curled under the end of the front porch. “Hey man, got some food if you want it. Also appreciate if you can make a racket if you see or hear anyone else come through the fence to the back? Cool – thanks.” I got around to the back and side where Lil’Petey’s cardboard shanty was, set the bag down, and smiled as I could hear him humming to himself. I pushed the bag of food ahead of me, scooted in after, pulled the plastic down behind me and eyed what was on tonight’s menu. There was Lil’Petey, his legs pulled back, his bruised hole winking at me in hello – welcome – hop on board = all you eat smorgasbord buffet. In 30 seconds flat I was naked and banging his shit out as Lil’Petey hummed a little tune in time to the fucking he was getting from my Wreckin-AIDs-Bone.

I love the cheating aspect of this story. Just think about the stranger's poz load infecting the other boyfriend, too, without him having a clue!

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.

All right. The story I’m about to publish here is mostly true, but there is some fiction to it so I have decided to put it to fiction part. I am about to confess something that has changed for me recently, and I also don’t want to be recognized so I’ve changed some details.. I am a 25 year old last year student of a university living in Prague in the Czech Republic. I am a middle build with dark hair, 180 cm tall (5’11”) and 75 kg (165 lb) blue eyes and cute face. I sport a little but my body is not close to be perfect yet. Before the series of odd yet exciting events I had had around 18 guys. I have recently broken with a boyfriend and I created a profile on a dating site here. And then it happened. I ran across a profile of a tattooed handsome guy with some piercings who was 33 years old. He claimed to be dominant but is very picky. Let’s call him Ace. Pitty, I thought to myself, as that guy would be something I would love to get fucked by. I thought I had no chance, but the profile said that he was starting this “Fucking roulette”. Guys would sign up with him, he would publish them as their friends. Those who signed up earlier would be able to chose to fuck those who came in later. You could not refuse. Furthermore, Ace would chose you who to fuck and who you will be fucked by. If you were in the bottom role, you would not be able to say “no” in any case as it would disqualify you. You were always bottoming first. So, to make it short. I signed up. In few minutes I was the eighth to sign up. The “ad” said that I need my cunt to be used. The traffic on my profile has never been higher. In a few minutes Ace send me the profile name of the guy who was supposed to fuck me. His picture showed only his defined body. It said he is 40 years old. A little old to me, but I could not say no, could I? Coincidentally, the radar on the dating site said he was less than 300m away. I was nervous, but I decided to go with it. And I would not say no. He send me the address. He picked me up and we went to his apartment. Though it was late afternoon, the shades were down. His face was not that handsome, but the body was even better than in the pictures. I was not going to say no to anything. He made me strip completely. I was standing naked in front of him. He examined my body and face. I think he liked me. He pulled my hair and pulled my head to his crotch. I was going to open his zipper. As I touched it he slapped me. I understood I am not supposed to use my hands. I opened it with my teeth. It was hard but I managed. I really liked the smell of his cock in the underwear. As it was getting hard, I noticed it is fairly large. I pulled his pants and his underwear down. His cock was around 18 cm (7inch). I haven’t been getting larger dicks lately. I started to lick his balls and suck him. After a while, when he was rock hard he pulled my hair again and threw me on his bed. He undressed and I love his body. He turned me so that I was lying on my chest. I asked him: “Are we going to use” “No!” “ But I” “I am fucking you bare but I will not come in your ass.” It was my first time going bare. I thought well, why not. He put too little lube and he dug in. My ass was on fire, tears got to my eyes but I told myself I need to make it. He fucked me for about ten minutes. After a while it got incredibly sexy. I actually loved it being a little whore. He also took some pictures while fucking me as a proof for Ace, which we had to provide. After that he pulled out, turned me around and shoved it in my mouth. No wiping, just like that. It was little oozy, but it was sexy as hell. After a while, while I was on the edge of glory, he pulled out and came all over my face. I came as well and it was one of the most sexy things I have ever experienced. Later in the evening, I saw pictures of his cock and my but at Ace’s profile. While I was surfing, I found a profile on another dating site with the same picture and similar stats. The profile’s name was “anotherHIVpos”. It did not stop me in the Fucking Roulette.

Seattle- I’ve been chatting with a couple located on one of the islands in Puget Sound. Work schedules and timing have delayed a get together until last weekend. After a ferry ride and a pleasant drive, arrived at their place. Nice layout, water view, out buildings, hot tub. It was early afternoon so we hung out getting to know each other. These guys are in the 50’s decent shape…. their posted pic’s were accurate. We cooked dinner, lots of wine and by mid evening ended up in the hot tub. The three of us made out for a while, lots of kissing, sucking and fingering of assholes, the older of two suggested we move inside, he also said we could be joined at some point by a couple of friends and hope I didn’t mind. We made our way to one of the nearest building and went inside. This place was completely decked out for fucking with platforms, fuck bench and sling. The younger guy, Craig, short stocky with a cock to match, pushed is partner onto the platform and commenced to thoroughly eat his ass. I rammed by cock down the older guy’s throat without any resistance. The older partner, Larry, is around 6 foot, toned, average cock length with a really thick shaft and head. The scene got me horned up. I moved around to Craig’s ass and dove in. At first I could only taste chlorine but that quickly went way as I worked my tongue deep into his hole. We broke for a bit, Larry saying he hoped I planned on spending the night because the party is just getting started. Craig bought over a couple drinks, saying it was “special punch” created just for these times. Just then, two guys entered the building. Both around our age, one blonde average build his name was Mitch. The other was Jose and was built like Craig. Larry got two more drinks and Jose commented, “so it’s gonna be like this is it”. We all drank our beverages straight down and the two new comers stripped naked. I started getting warm allover and my dic felt rock hard. Jose came over and started making out with me then growled in my ear how he was going to fuck me and no amount of begging was going make him stop. The mood in the room changed from introductions and pleasantries to something primal. I remember hearing music playing in the background, the kind that you want to fuck to, the lighting was glowing red and I could smell poppers hanging in the air. Somehow I ended up on the platform on all fours, Jose was behind rimming me. Craig and Larry where taking turns eating out Mitch who was laying on his back a couple of feet away. Then I saw Craig unload a syringe into Mitch’s ass….moments later Mitch was begging to be fucked. Craig was first, sliding into Mitch and pumping his fact cock in and out of Mitch’s hole. Jose moved up behind me talking into my ear that I was next….just then I felt liquid shoot into my hole followed by a stinging sensation. This is it I thought, I know what is happening….I felt a rush followed by a flash of heat….then the incredible sensation/ craving of wanting to be fucked. Jose kept to his word. He moved around to my front and shoved his cock into my mouth. Jose was hung a good 71/2 inches and at least 3 inches thick around. I couldn’t speak only gag and grown. I looked up to see Jose hitting the poppers….one, two, three….four hits. He placed the brown bottle under by nose….take it deep he said, I’ll tell you when to stop. At this point I was completely fucked up and enjoying every minute. After my last hit Jose moved around back. His cock head teasing my hole. My head buried in the platform mattress I let out a muffled “FUCK ME”. Jose deep fucked me, repeatedly slamming his cock into my ass. I reared back with every thrust, precum leaking out of cock and soaking the mattress. In front of me Larry was fucking Craig, I inched my way forward craving Larry’s hole. Larry looked back and smiled, pulling out of Craig and shoving my face in Craig’s hole. His hole was hot, slimy and open tasting like cum. Jose was replaced by Mitch who started pumping my ass with short fast strokes. Jose moved over and replaced Larry…forcing his cock into Craig’s well fucked ass. Finally, Mitch pulled out and I rolled over onto my back. I’d come down from the intense high and was just kinda floating. I was by no means done with pigging out and was only getting started. For once I felt completely at ease, this is kind of sex I have always wanted to try. I spent my life on the side lines fearing what would happen or what I would become if I allowed myself to follow my base instincts. Tonight I was deprograming myself and there was no going back. I rolled off the platform, Jose was still pounding Craig ass. Larry and Mitch were standing in the back of the room and I moved in that direction. Larry looked at me asking how I was doing handing me a bottle of water. This is awesome I told him, not at all what I expected. Mitch just laughed saying, it never is. Craig and Jose finished up walking over, Larry tossing water to each of them. Larry reached around to feel Craig’s ass burring three fingers in his hole, both groaned. It was about 11:30 and break time. I need to take a piss, Larry brought me to the back side of a partition with two shower heads. The area was tiled with a drain in the middle of the floor, a toilet off to one side. Piss in the drain….or on me if you like. Larry got on his knees opening his mouth and started drinking. The others joined us, just watching. Larry held a mouthful of piss, stood up and kissed me forcing the fluid into my mouth. I didn’t recoil, I leaned in licking and lapping liquid from Larry’s mouth. Larry started knelling bring me with him, the other three guys surrounded us unleashing a torrent of piss on us. Larry and I made out as hot streams of piss filled our mouths and I gulped down all I could. We headed out to the hot tub. Craig bought a bong loaded with home grown weed, the variety was designed to make you horny. We passed it around and bullshitted some more. I found out Mitch is a retired fireman from the Midwest, Jose his partner works from home as a computer programmer. They’ve been together for 20 years moving to the island a couple of years ago. Larry and Craig have started and sold a number of successful business’ the lasted being a supplement company and are now starting a T-Shirt business. There was no pretense or bullshit from any of the guys’. I asked how they negotiated their arrangements and all four laughed. Mitch said he met Jose at a gay resort in Palm Springs, he’d been on his knees so long he was stuck to the floor. Jose quipped back to Mitch, yeh and you had 3 days of cum leaking out your ass. For Larry and Craig it was similar. They met at a weekend orgy and one thing led to another. They all agreed based on how they met they’d be setting the relationship up for failure by setting an expectation of no sex outside the relationship. Larry views his relationship with Craig as monogamous; finances, emotional support the household responsibilities all come first. Jose and Mitch agreed, relating a time when Jose was on his way to Portland for a weekend of whoring when Mitch’s mother passed away. He never left the airport, rebooked a flight and met his partner in the Midwest to take care of family. In the end they all concluded that relationship was the most important thing and being pigs was one of the elements making the relationship worthwhile. Finally, Larry said enough, telling the group he needs to get fucked and hopped out of the Jacuzzi. Larry was chest down ass up on the fuck bench. He was holding the brown bottle to his nose inhaling deeply. I bent down gently licking his hole hearing soft whimpers coming from Larry. I slicked up his hole, stood up and gently but deliberately inched my cock in. Craig walked up behind me and placed the poppers under my nose. Fuck him deep, Craig said, pound him hard, that’s how he likes it. I continued fucking when Craig unexpectly shoved his cock up my ass. That was it, I could hold off. My balls went tight and I unloaded in Larry, my body tensing, clamping onto Craig’s cock forcing him to explode a load deep into my guts. Soaked in sweat I staggered over and collapsed onto the platform with Mitch wasting no time in eating Craig’s load out of my ass. That’s how the rest of the night went, I lost track of the number of loads taken and given. It was bliss…fucking, felcthing, sucking. I knew there was no going back. The next morning, we were all standing in the kitchen drinking coffee. Larry looked at the three and stated, I think he passed. All three nodded in agreement. Jose said, you are in the group. Okay…. Jose went on, last night was nothing. Larry and Craig host a complete and utter fuck fest a couple of times year. It’s by invite only and the attendees are hand pick. Mitch nodded his head out the window in the direction of another out building. The party is held in the barn/ bunk house. Larry continued. The individuals are screened to make sure they are compatible with the spirit of the party. We have guys of all shapes and sizes. Anything goes expect blood and scat. Drug use is out in the open and you can’t say no to getting fucked. It truly is a free for all. We cap the number of invitees to 35, we never have any cancellations; oh and we bring in a dozen or so porno guys just cause. So if your interested the next one is in three weeks here on the property, it starts Saturday afternoon and ends some time on Monday so you might want to take a vacation day. I’m in. On the drive home I thought, there really is no going back. Sitting in the car on the ferry, I clenched my hole feeling the dull ache, clench release, clench release….dam I am leaking pre-cum.

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By: TheCityDump http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/LOAD-17-IN-DC-JUNE2016-28809741 LOAD #17 IN DC (JUNE2016) The hot Aussie from earlier in the day came back to drop his second load of the day in TheCityDump, this was right after the deaf top dropped off load number 16.

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.

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

I've noticed it happen more often if the poppers are old, or if the smell is strong enough to actually hurt when you take a pull. Should probably push this over to the sex w enhancments though

Hello, I will be visitong sf area the 6th-10th this month. will be going to Steamworks. Probably a few times. Also may go to cumunion on the 6th. will also probably hit up the gulch some. open to a lot. check me out on here or bbrt and let me know if your interested or have a sugesstion for a good ppace to check out. can do 1 on 1 or i'll let ya know when im going to a sex club.

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.

Last three times was with the same guy I found on grindr. One time was during the day when his bf was away at work, the other two were very late at night with his bf sleeping in the other room. I originally gone over to just blow him, but then it ended up with me bent over his couch and him fucking me for 15+ minutes before unloading deep inside. Hoping for a repeat sooner than later.

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.

There's a 42 yo married Ecuadorian guy at the gym who is short, muscular and shaved smooth with hot bubble butt. For more than a year he has talked about hooking up, but never comes through so I basically gave up on him. This evening we were in the sauna together in nothing but towels and he started asking me about my workout and we talked about routines. After a bit he left to rinse off and returned a few minutes later with his bag, this time sitting next to me close enough our legs touched and he reached for my dick. He stroked it for a couple of minutes and then he reached into his bag to pull out some lube and greased up my junk. After he stroked my slick cock for a bit more I stood up and pulled him, turned him around and bent him over. Grabbing the lube, I pour some own his crack and pushed my head up to his hike. He was pretty tight, but between the lube and our combined sweat my dick popped in and I slowly worked it in until I was balls deep. After that I pounded his hole without mercy as he stroked himself off. It didn't take long before I shot my 2-day load deep inside of him. He finally came as well, shooting a big load all over the bench. I pulled out, grabbed my towel and, leaving him bent over, hit the showers.

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

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

I had a great week, swallowed two loads Monday, couple buddies took turns filling my mouth. Wednesday got an amazing facial from a biz guy in town and Thursday swallowed my fourth load of the week.

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

I have a real thing for feet, and my boss had been walking around the office all day in pink socks. It's hard to find guys who are into it, so I messaged a Scottish daddy I fuck sometimes. He told me he had a friend staying with him, which I thought meant he couldn't play. 20 minutes later I get another message asking if I would be up to play with both, don't need to ask me twice. Other guy had big red beard and a short fat dick. I asked them to DP me but the friend blew in my hole before they did. Sucked on him for a while after to see if I could get him up for another round, but he was spent. Might get another before he heads back to Scotland. Still, two loads in my hole and I'm happy

This is 110% true: Came home from work today feeling super horny and found a white red haired dude on BBRT who is super hung and aggressive. He wanted to dominate my ass so I slipped on a jock, blind fold and handcuffs. My door was unlocked so could slip inside the bedroom and find me waiting for him ass up. I took a huge wiff of poppers while he forced himself on top of me and shoved his 7.5 x 5.5 inch cut cock deep in my throat. It was the largest dick I ever felt but couldn't see anything in the blind fold. Then he made me lick his balls, ass hole, and pits. It smelled sweaty and musky - his ass was really ripe. Suddenly he flipped me on my belly and shoved his dick inside me all the way, no lube or stopping. It hurt so bad. The guy was 5.5 inches thick and I felt all of them ripping me apart. He was neg but got off on talking about having his poz friend come over next and use me. He absolutely destroyed my hole and crushed my soul. Forced me to call him sir and beg him to fuck me. He spit in my face and had me screaming so loud. Then he told me to beg for his load and shot a HUGE load deep inside me. It coated my guts and I could feel his dick shivering for at least 2-3 minutes. After he pulled out he got dressed and left. I got back on BBRT and found another guy who was on his way home from work. He was set to arrive just as my BF was getting out of work. I had a plan to have my BF come home while the second guy was fucking me. The second guy found me waiting for him ass up in bed in my jock and was about the same height as my BF. He had a 5 inch uncut cock that I sucked down hard and begged him for his load. He knew the other dude had fucked me and I begged him not to tell my BF there was more than one load inside me. A few minutes later my BF walked in the door and found us fucking hard in bed. The second dude started pounding me deep, pushing the load deeper inside of me, and eventually filled my ass with a second load of cum. My BF got behind me immediately and had no idea there were two loads dripping out of my hole. He shoved his cock inside me and came almost right away. The second guy got cleaned up and left and my boyfriend asked to fuck me full a second load. I told him the story of my day and what had happened earlier and he loved it. He came even more the second time and told me my ass was just pure cum. I still have all 4 loads swimming inside of me and it feels great to be used and give pleasure to so many men. My cock stayed soft and in my jock the entire time too.

I went there March of last year. I've posted about it before, but briefly. I chose a red hood they explain the risks, you agree, they then number you, and take your picture(back to camera) to enter best in show. One of the helpers liked me and found me a spot by the toilets as he said a lot of tops would see me here. Before you hood yourself you can walk around, have a drink. Check out the place. I noticed there where something like 7 red hoods, compared to the 50 or so whites. I was the youngest of the red hoods by about 10 years. Each mare getting fucked about 20 times is an exaggeration in my opinion, especially because some fuck for long without dumping a load, maybe it's different in Sept. I'd imagine it is. The first guy who fucked me had a PA, which was my first time getting fucked with one, and boy did I feel it. He was rough and after what felt like 10 minutes shot a load in me. During the time he was fucking me more people had surrounded us and fucked my throat etc. I brought poppers(which I recommend) but lost them half way through, luckily every top had some and practically forced them up my nose. I went home with blue lips and blue finger/toe nails. I took at least 8 loads, you can see a little through the hoods but not much. The last guy I fucked wouldn't let me up and really fuck to hurt, he was a young sadist I think. I'm glad I did it because I can say I did it, and the memory was hot, but in reality I wish I had worked up to the PA, that fucked me up. I got Hep C at that event, it's pretty rampant in Europe my doctor told me. I'm not trying to put you off, just giving you a truthful review. Enjoy. Oh at one point three tops carried me from the seating area to a bed so they could better fuck me. That felt hot being thrown around like meet, and I cant be sure but I think one of the staff got their dick in me too. The staff liked me, which made the experience nice. Hope this helps.

Got 4 loads last night when I posted on craigslist for anonymous cum & dump.Took 2 loads in the backyard where i was bent over waiting for them. A couple guys that have bred me before fucked me in the side yard. It's dark there but you can see the street. I'm just a hole to be used.

Part 5: Splat – splat – SPLAT! My long W.A.B. (Wreckin-AIDs-Bone) was churning that buttery hole deep. Little foil, Land-O-Lakes butter packets lay scattered on the floor and as I planted my feet, the Asian bottom I had met in the alley the day before behind his family’s restaurant jumped back on my dick and rode me like a pro. He agreed to keep me stocked with all the food I could carry each day if I dicked his winking hole, so I met him behind the restaurant, followed him in the back door and down the stairs to a small basement storeroom. I prefer to fuck dry or with just spit, but he started opening butter packets like a squirrel frantic for the last nutt before winter, and dobbing his hole with them. I didn’t like it. Not at all. Yeah my 10-inch dick was hard, and he was moaning as I pulsed his hole into orgasmic bliss, but naw, not my roll. I like it when the bottom hurts. When they resist. When they want it, but their body ain’t prepared, and I get to make them open up like I want. “Cum in me, yeah please give me that black dick, oh that feels so fucking good, please cum, shoot your load deep, I want it harder,” the Asian guy begged. On and on he begged. Too fucking chatty for me too, but this was business, so I let him think he was getting my load – tops can fake it too. “HERE COMES THAT BBC LOAD – THAT WHAT YOU WANT? FILLING THAT SLOPPY HOLE – PUSHING IT IN THERE – FUCKING YOU LIKE A SLUT FOR THIS DICK – OH YEAH, TAKE THIS FUCKING NUTT…” There. Done. Now on to real biz. I told him I would be back at the alley door in an hour and he said he would have my food ready. Time to get my AIDs Bone into some real raw ass and shred it. I wiped my dick down, then wiped it down some more until I was finally grease free. Back in the alley I shifted down a couple of buildings, leaned against the wall in the shadows, lit a cigarette, and waited. Right on time Mr. Wall Street slunk down the alley. His steps were tentative, like a man on his way to his execution and in some ways guess he was. I calmly waited; he got closer, paused, looked around like he was reconsidering. I stood straight, my ribs showing as I poked my chest out, held the cigarette between my teeth, unzipped my pants and hauled out my thick, hard dick. My toxic precum was already drooling from the tip like the venom of some alien monster in a sci-fi movie. Wall Street edged closer. He was sweating, but not just from the heat wave blasting NYC, but from the blasting he knew my dick was going to give his ass. Wall Street was all twitchy, shaky, his eyes darting back and forth. He was hooked. He needed his fix. This is what BBC withdrawal looks like. “Get on your knees. Taste that dick drool,” I ordered. Wall Street squinted his nose in disgust as he looked at his high price suit then looked at the broken pavement in the dirty alley. But, he obeyed. Yes, he was a bitch at heart – or was now that I had plowed him and shown him the joys of serving a nasty BBC freak like me. Wall Street winced as he got on his knees, his clean cut face and high dollar haircut in sharp contrast to the filth that surrounded us and to the thug, street, BBC hanging in mid-air. He opened his mouth and closed his eyes like he was afraid it was going to bite him. Aiight then, time to spit some venom in those cheeks. Before Wall Street could react I dropped the butt of my now finished cigarette onto the ground, grabbed his head in a vice grip, drove my 10-inches into his mouth as far as I could, and as he flailed and gagged and realized his neck was stuffed and he could not breath I snarled, “THAT’S RIGHT FUCKING FAGGY – TASTE THAT AIDS BONE. SUCK THAT JUICE – LITTLE POISON CARAMEL, CANDY APPLE RIGHT THERE. LET ME HEAR YOU GAG AND SPIT IT UP. THAT’S ALL THE FUCKING LUBE YOU GET. WHY ELSE YOU HERE – TRYING TO GET THAT BITCH HOLE CUNT WRECKED AGAIN AIN’T YOU? ANSWER ME WHEN I FUCKING ASK YOU A QUESTION – SLAP THE FUCK OUT OF YOU – THAT’S RIGHT – NOD THAT HEAD, DRIBBLE THAT SNOT ONTO MY DICK – FUCKING POWERLESS BITCH IS ALL YOU ARE – NOW GET THE FUCK UP!!” Wall Street had tears running down his face, snot coming out his nose, streams of drool down his chin – HA! What a fucking sight. I could tell he was not a practiced dick sucker – or more likely that was the first real meat he had ever choked on. Hmm…. Note for next time, but today, today was all about wrecking that hole some more. As he stood up Wall Street started to object, “I…I don’t think I can get fucked again. You made it bleed a little yesterday and so I’m pretty tender, and sore, and…..” A quick left hook tap got his attention, then I grabbed him hard, pushed him against the wall, and started rubbing my monster dick against the back of his high-priced suit to dry it off. “I don’t give a fuck if it hurts and frankly, it’s supposed to. You’re supposed to feel the dick, feel that black shaft hurt that pink hole, feel it tonight when you lying in bed, remembering what a bitch you are for a real man. Now shut the fuck up and show me what you got or else we wasting our time,” I said. Wall Street fumbled in his coat pocket, pulled out his wallet, it was good and stuffed again and every bill was a silent plea for me to rape fuck that ass. To make hurt all over. To fill him with dirty dick and cum. I emptied his wallet, handed it back to him, he started to shake again. “Drop those fucking pants and stick that ass out. Show me you want this AIDs Bone,” I demanded. Wall Street was overcome now with his need and his belt buckle clanged like a dinner bell as it hit the pavement, he grunted as I pushed him against the wall, and started panting like a porch hound as I covered his mouth with my left hand, lined up my dry dick and pushed as hard as I fucking could. Shock. Pain. Desire. Need. Wall Street’s body and mind convulsed as my BBC ripped that white hole back open. “YOU LIKE BEING ON THE BUSINESS END OF THIS THUG DICK? YOU LIKE BEING MY WHITE BITCH? THAT PUSSY’S IN HEAT – SUCKING THIS MONSTER DICK IN – FEEL IT SCRAPING THOSE WALLS UP? YEAH YOU DO – YEAH YOU DO – SEND YOU BACK TO YOUR OFFICE WITH MY AIDS BONE NUTT DEEP IN THAT HOLE. FUCK HELL THAT ASS IS TIGHT! RAPING THAT BUG CHASING ASS – GOING TO POZ THAT HOLE AGAIN, MAKE YOU MINE. STRUGGLE FOR ME – THAT’S IT – FIGHT THAT AIDS BONE – FIGHT THAT WRECKIN DICK – CLAMP THAT HOLE AND TRY TO PUSH ME OFF YOU YOU CUM HUNGRY MOTHA-FUCKA! GOD DAMN WEEK ASS FAGGY, TAKE THIS NUTT – TAKE THIS LOAD IN THEM GUTS – FEEL THAT SHIT GO DEEP UP IN THERE – HELL YEAH! FILLING THAT ASS – FILLING THAT ASS – AAAHHHH…..” I ripped my dick out of his bruised hole, peeked at it, saw my nutt was still streaming, slammed it back in as hard as I could and angled against his walls to wipe the head clean. A few deep strokes and when I ripped it out this time, looked like I had finished off, released my grip on Mr. Wall Street, let him slump against the wall, stuffed my wet, still hard meet back into my dirty jeans, and lit up a fresh cigarette. Even in the shadows I could see how flushed and turned on Wall Street was and when he turned around and started to pull his pants back up he also started to talk. “I’m not here to chat, listen to your mouth, be your buddy, or none of that shit so if it’s not about business or you begging for more of this dick, then shut the fuck up.” Wall Street’s eyes got wide, he hung his head in submission, buckled his pants then reached into another coat pocket and handed me a cell phone. “I got this for you – if that’s OK – I thought, I didn’t know, I…well thought maybe you could use a phone. I also prepaid the service for two years. Unlimited everything so no worries and no strings. It’s a gift – a thank you. I…well…I..” I smiled, exhaled my smoke into his face as I palmed my new phone and said, “Hit my digits when that wallet’s full again and you need some more dick. Next time I think I should bust that ass with you bent over your office desk. Leave my stank on your chair so every time you sit down to work, that faggy hole will be twitching remembering how my thug dick owned that shit right there.” Wall Street’s eyes rolled, he panted, I laughed and strolled away. I didn’t look back to see if Wall Street was still standing there like a clown when I stopped and knocked on the restaurant door. I knocked again. I don’t like being kept fucking waiting. I was getting ready to go around front when Asian boy opened the door, apologized profusely for keeping me waiting like he should, handed me my bag of food, then went scrambling back inside to pack me some cold sodas and bottled water. Two bags in arm, I headed to the trap house. My dick was just getting started and I had hours to kill before I was supposed to hook with the two daddies the white youngin I banged at the hotel was supposed to connect me with. The porch bum was waiting and happily took the food and drinks I offered and I even gave some to his two buddies that were hanging with him. I started to make my way through the hole in the fence when the bum said, “Your boy’s gone. Said he had to go to Newark, Newell, New – oh hell – someplace and he be back in a day or two or three.” Lil’Petey had said nothing to me about going anyplace, so I shrugged, made my way to his cardboard shanty around back, slid the food in, and settled down for a bite and cool drink. I scooted back out, made my way to the back by the fallen down garage and took care of some personal business, went back inside and with Petey gone, took advantage of being alone a minute. In the far corner and up against the house, I peeled back the several layers of cardboard on the ground, got my spoon, dug me a little hole. Using a clean, empty carton the Asian guy had put in the bag for me, I pulled out my latest haul from Wall Street, put most of it in the carton, then buried it quick. Safe and sound. Never a good idea to keep all your stash in one spot so this was just the latest of my little hidey holes. With that done I settled back and took a quick nap. My hard dick was raging. I was lying back, my body sweating in the cardboard shanty as I stroked when I heard some noise – a scrape, thump, scrape – someone was inside the trap house. I grabbed an unopened box of Chinese food, a now lukewarm soda, and crawled out. The back door was ajar as usual. I creeped on in, followed the muffled voices down a hall, and found the porch bum being getting his dick sucked by one of his two buddies I saw earlier. His buddy was on his hands and knees, ass up and waiting. Is that an invitation? HA! “Yo man, I see you made good with the foods I left to handle your problem - now here’s MY problem,” I said as I flopped out my 10-inch hard on. The porch bum smiled, nodded his head to his buddies raised ass, and the guy didn’t stop sucking, so clearly they both were inviting me to dig in. First, I set the carton of food and drink down beside them and the dude sucking eyed it sideways, but never let the dick out of his mouth. I adjusted my balls and dick through my zipper, spit on them a couple times, stepped behind the guy sucking, and used my feet to edge his legs wider. He raised his ass up – yeah ready for dick. But are they ever truly ready? HA! The guy was slurping and burping on the porch bum’s dick, but I had to interrupt their flow. “Get your pants off,” I ordered. I had to repeat myself and slap his ass, then the guy sucking stopped, quickly stood up, dropped his pants, fumbled his shoes off, then his pants, and got back down on his hands and knees and started sucking again. Before he could reconsider I sawed my fingers into his furry, grimy, rank hole to tear it up. He grunted, groaned, porch bum looked on in awe as I squatted over that waiting ass then dropped my dick. The pain of getting his hole punched open made the sucker stop and made porch bum ready to blow. Porch bum grabbed his head and with three quick thrusts of his hips blew his cum into the dude’s mouth. I was getting ready to grab and push deeper when porch bum said, “I’m done man. You have it at it.” I nodded, waited a sec for porch bum to scoot out, and as he left the room I dropped my body down and forward and as the dude collapsed to the trap house floor under my weight my dick ripped through his outer hole, found that second ring, and embedded itself nice and deep. “FUCKING PUSSY GETTING RIPPED! SOME BIG OL BEEF STEAK WITH THAT CHINESE FOOD HUH? YOU HUNGRY MOTHA-FUCKA? GOD DAMN YOU GOT A DIRTY ASS – FEEL THAT DICK PULL ALL THE WAY OUT? HA! YEAH LIKE IT WENT IT PUNCH FUCKS BACK IN THAT HOLE? EVER FELT SHIT THAT GOOD BEFORE? BET YOU AIN’T – BET YOU WON’T FORGET – WORTHLESS FUCKING HOLE TAKING MY BLACK DICK, HERE COMES THAT ROLLER COASTER NUTT, COMING HOME, COMING FOR THAT HOLE – TAKING THE EDGE OFF SO I CAN FUCKING BREATHE – TAKE…OF HELL YEAH – MY BALLS FILLING YOUR CUNT UP!” Most dudes are a six pack, smoke, or in this case box of Chinese food away from being a bitch hole for a thug like me. Another notch on my AIDs Bone belt and just for good measure I gave the dude a soft kick on the foot as I stepped away and said, “Pass the word. I got food to give but only looking for fresh hole that’s willing to take it like that. Raw. Rough. One and done. In and out. You feel me?” His grunt was all the answer I needed. Back in the cardboard shanty I pulled out my new cell phone from Mr. Wall Street. I had plenty of bars, so got online, set up a new email account, and then noted I had a text. Mr. Wall Street begging for my dick already. Yeah once they get that hole wrecked ain’t no other dick feel right. I chilled a bit then figured was time to hit the ABS and meet up with the youngin. Before I left, I set the bag of food right where I knew Lil’Petey would see it. I wasn’t worried about the bums coming in – they fucking knew better. An hour later I was standing down the block from the ABS, scanning the crowd, watching for the youngin and seeing if he would show. Some folks stared as they walked past at my dirty appearance. Scraggly beard, hair all wilding, my ribs poking out, my raggedy, stained jeans. Others had a look I was beginning to recognize, a look of need, desire, and wanting to walk on the wrong side of the tracks. I was close to feeling secure with the cash flow to head back to Harlem and tonight would either set me up right or I would have to hustle a bit longer. Feeling a phone in my pocket again felt strange I ran my hand over the phone’s screen. The temptation to call home was there. To hear my momma’s voice, to hear her say she still loved, to hear some other words not spoken in anger and hate. Naw – time to move on. I could see a new life now. This was just the beginning. My thoughts were interrupted as the prancing youngin bounded up to me, “There you ARE! You would not believe the traffic coming here from up town. I mean really. OK, so…” and then he proceeded with 21 questions. Jesus Christ you’d think this was Million Dollar Matchmaker or some shit. “Hey!” I shouted as I gave him a light thug tap with my left fist. Fuck that shut him up. “We doing this or what?” He said it was all set, his two daddies had booked a hotel room a few blocks away so they could ‘be in the hood’, they wanted to get wild, freaky, nasty and would tell me more when I got there. I patted the $500 now in pocket as I swaggered to the double-tap-booty call. There was $1,500 more waiting for me – no limits, nasty as I want. The youngin tried to get me to bang his hole before I hit his daddies and while that might make a hot scene another time, I passed. On the way to the hotel I also realized that white, rich folks like these could easily set me up. I had a plan for that too. The hotel was mid-range, nothing fancy so no one at the front desk stopped me as I walked through the lobby although they did watch me closely. I knocked once at the room the youngin gave me and the door quickly opened, and I was met by a well built dude, mid-40s I’d say, clean shaven all over and he had nothing on but some black Mark Weldon underwear. “You must be JC. Come in please. May I offer you a drink?” he asked. I shook my head, used my dirty t-shirt to wipe the sweat off my face, and stepped into the room and stopped. The youngin said his daddies were freaks but hell. The other daddy was spread eagle on the bed, black nylon straps wrapped around each ankle and wrist and disappearing under the bed. A black hood with only holes for his eyes and nostrils was on his head and a thick collar with a heavy chain went from his neck and wound down the length of the bed and disappeared underneath. He was thicker, with a meaty butt, and hard to tell from his position how old he was. The daddy who met me at the door said, “This is my partner Rex – well Reginald – well oh damn hell. I know I know, this is not a formal social gathering and no names, yes yes yes. But, my apologies. Courtesies never fail me.” Whatever dude. Like a Hollywood director the daddy explained what they wanted, flailing his arms wide, his hands dancing like little princesses, “We’re in a city far away from home. There’s a knock at the door. Re…I mean my husband, thinks it’s room service and boldly opens the door. VOILA! It’s a thief! (that’s you). You push your way in, quickly tie him up, then me. And as I lie there forced to watched, my husband is violated most horribly (sigh). He’s the bottom, but I’m helpless and am forced to watch as my husband is taken by another man! (sigh) Just between us, I like watching that – kind of our thing. I fuck him of course, but I much prefer to watch.” I nodded, said ‘Yes’ at the appropriate times, listened as he explained how the nylon bindings worked, blah fucking blah blah. He unlashed his husband, the two daddies sat on the bed and listened as I explained my last condition after they had handed me half the cash up front. Dumb asses. They’re lucky I’m a greedy BBC right now as I could have easily stepped out and not come back and been satisfied with that. But this is business and right now, all I got is my 10-inch monster and my rep. I don’t cheat, steal, or shit like that. The two daddies happily obliged to the next request and as I used my cell phone to record them while they explained that to whomever it may concern, they willingly met with me, asked me to play, blah blah blah. The daddy that had been tied to the bed did not take his mask off in front of me, but just pulled it up so his mouth showed, stated his name, and all the rest. I sent the video to my email and the cloud and then had to do it all over again as they showed me two cameras they had set up in the room to live stream the rape fuck to their perv site. Yeah that’s rite. These two whitebread, uptown daddies had a fucking perv website where they showed their freaky, ‘anonymous’ shit, and were going to live stream a thug beat down. HA! Time to get busy. Off camera you hear KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. then cries of NO, NO, PLEASE DON’T HURT US, TAKE WHAT YOU WANT. Fucking drama queens. Shaky shots of daddy #1 (the bottom) being tied down, hooded, as my voice off camera orders daddy #2 (the top) to pull the restraints tighter. Daddy #1 is secure, now the camera is set on the desk; unnamed black thug (that’s me) is shown tying daddy#2 down the same. Script goes as planned. Two daddies tied, hooded. “I SAW YOU TWO FAGGIES EYEING MY DICK – YOU TRYING GET SOME DICK? THINK YOUR WHITE ASS TOO GOOD FOR ME? HUH?” I stated per the script. Both daddies moaned, groaned on cue. I stripped so the cameras caught my dirty clothes, rank ass, ribs showing. I walked over to daddy #1 and started to finger his hole, which was wide the fuck open, “You a faggy for dick?” I asked knowing the answer. “Yeah maybe stick this up your shithole, plow that ass.” With that I climbed up on the bed, stretched like a lion over his prey, and as daddy#1 poked his ass up and out, I dropped down into that shitter. I reached up, wrapped my hands around his throat and fucked without mercy. His body bucked, contorted, and being the bottom slag slut he was, took it all and more. That hole was used to getting dicked and while I made a good show, he was too eager for my true tastes. I needed something a little more taboo. I pulled out of his ass, slide onto my right side so I could look over his back and at the eyes of daddy #2 that shone with voyeur delight through the holes in his mask. I lifted up my left hand, then raised one finger at a time to clearly show to daddy #2 and the camera my long, dirty nails. “TIME TO PREP THIS FAG CUNT RIGHT. SEE THESE NAILS, THEY ARE NICE AND SHARP, MADE FOR SLICING AND DICING AND TURNING A SMOOTH HOLE TO CHOPPED BURGER. ONCE THEY GET COATED IN SOME BRIGHT RED POLISH, THEN IT’S TIME TO BLOW MY AIDS BONE LOAD.” Daddy #2 was shaking in excitement as daddy#1 started squealing like a stuck pig, which he was right then as I dug at his guts as hard as I could. When my nails were nice and polished, I raised back up, coated my drippy dick, and went to town long dicking that ass like it had never had been before. Both daddies were gasping, moaning, and groaning in time to my power fuck and now that I tore his hole good and knew it hurt, my dick was ready to coat his insides. “TAKE THIS RAW DICK BITCH! MAKING YOU TAKE SOME DIRTY BLACK COCK. MY DICK IS STILL COATED IN BUM GRIME, NOW YOU GOT IT TOO. AND THAT’S NOT ALL YOU GOT…RIGHT NOW…FUCK YOU GOING TO GET MY AIDS NUTT…TAKE THIS DIRTY POZ DICK…RAPING THAT FAG PUSSY…MY FAG PUSSY…I’M YOUR BBC DADDY NOW….” One load down. I pulled out, fingered his hole some more to cut my load up in there good. Grabbed my cigarettes and sat on the edge of the bed as my nutt stewed in daddy #1. My dick was sticking straight up and out, hard as shit as I eyed daddy #2. He said he was only a top. Well now time to go off script. ACTION! I put the cigarette out, smacked daddy#1’s ass for good measure, stood between the two beds so both cameras had the perfect shots, and as I stroked my dick said, “PROBLEM WITH A THUG DICK LIKE THIS IS MY SHIT NEVER GOES DOWN AND MY BALLS PRODUCE AIDS MILK BY THE GALLON. HMMMM….I COULD CRAWL BACK UP IN SOME WET FAG HOLE…NAW…BEEN THERE DONE THAT. I KNOW. I GOT ANOTHER ASS RIGHT HERE JUST WAITING TO FEEL ME.” I could hear daddy #1 now chuckling through his mask as he caught on, and it was not until I had climbed up on the bed over daddy #2 that he finally realized what was about to go down. The nylon straps snapped taught, his hooded head whipped side to side. His breath came out in hard snorts though the small holes in the hood. His body shook in fear and then pain as daddy #2 took three of my fingers in his tight, unused hole and I went from 0 to 60 scratching the hell out of his pucker. “YOU CAN’T TEASE A THUG DICK WITH A BEGGING FAG PUSSY LIKE THAT…HEAR IT BEGGING? I DO…BEGGING TO BE FUCKED, BEGGING TO BE STRETCHED, BEGGING TO BE NUTTED THE FUCK UP,” I said in my best snarl. I spit up and down daddy #2’s back as I continued clawing his hole and then looked at daddy #1 and asked, “YOU HEAR IT BEGGING DON’T YOU? YOU KNOW WHAT A BEGGING HOLE SOUNDS LIKE? YOURS WAS A QUIET, INSISTANT BEGGING, THIS ONE….THIS HOLE RIGHT HEAR IS SCREAMING IT! DOWN ON ONE FUCKING KNEE, PLEADING, BEGGING LIKE SOMEONE STARVING. YOU STARVING? STARVING FOR SOME THICK – LONG – DARK – CHOCOLATE? I HEAR YOU FAGGY HOLE, DADDY’S COMING, TIME TO GET FED.” Daddy #2 thrashed and bucked and then went dead still as I climbed up on the bed. Fuck – what’s he think? Playing possum’s going to get me to stop? HA! I lined up my dick head right at his hole, moved my hips in small circles so he could feel what was coming, I then lifted myself up and over his back, my dick still in position, angled myself forward, and wrapped my arms under his arm pits and grabbed the fronts of his shoulders with my two hands. I put my face down next to his so I could see the fear in his eyes and block his view of daddy #1. All that daddy #2 needed to focus on right then was me. He needed to see in my eyes, see my desire, see my need. Then his muffled screams started. “That’s it daddy,” I said in a whisper just loud enough for him to hear as I continued to look in his eyes. “Feel this AIDs Bone dick opening you up. I know it’s what you wanted isn’t it? I can feel that ass welcoming me in. Begging for more. You want it harder? Want my cum? Want that hole to hurt? Time to wreck that cunt.” I shifted my body, splayed my legs, grabbed his throat like I did his husband’s and rape fucked it good. I angled left – right – pulled all the way out and slammed back in. This daddy would be walking funny for sure. My balls had been teased enough. “TIME TO FILL THAT WHITE PINK ASS WITH BLACK NUTT – TIME TO FILL THAT NASTY ASS WITH AIDS NUTT – TIME TO FILL THAT HUNGRY ASS DEEP WITH BLACK DICK – TAKE THIS FUCKING DICK – TAKE THIS MOTHA-FUCKIN DICK – TAKE THIS WRECKIN AIDS BONE DICK…HERE THE FUCK IT COMES, FEEL IT FLOODING THAT HOLE? FEEL IT BREEDING YOU? FEEL THAT CUM BURNING YOUR INSIDES UP? MAKING THAT ASS CREAM ON MY DICK – MAKING THAT ASS MILK EVERY DROP OUT – FUCKING HELL THAT’S RIGHT, YOUR PUSSY HAVING AN ORGASM – YOUR WHITE PUSSY TWITCHING AND TWERKING ON MY DICK, ASKING FOR MORE – WELL FUCKER HERE IT COMES!!!” I yanked my spent dick out of his bruised hole, wiped myself off on his ass cheeks, climbed off the bed, lit a new smoke, opened the wallets that were on the table between the beds, took the cash I was owed, and walked stage right– cameras now off. I debated a minute whether or not to mount them both again, but no, I ain’t giving shit for free. Fucking daddy #2 was off script, so in case he did not take it well, I decided to go with daddy #1 and untied him from the bed instead. He stumbled to his feet, rubbed his wrists and ankles, then took off the hood. This was the first time I got to see his full face and while I expected some nelly looking dude, he was not that at all. Hell, I was surprised and my dick sprang right back up. HA! Daddy #1 laughed, slapped me on the shoulder, and said, “Thank you! I have been trying to fuck him again for years, but you’d think his ass was the Mona Lisa – some national treasure not to be touched. Well, I plan to take full advantage of this little twist.” I declined his offer to hang out or wash off. I wanted to keep the crust on my dick. I was at the door, ready to go when my host stopped me and said, “Do you have a number we can reach you? I expect that today’s little scenario will be a huge hit with our fans and well, personally, I would like to try that dick out again. Can you get dirtier, nastier, rougher? Oh good! You were the best fuck I’ve had in a while. I have a great idea! Do you like parties? We’re throwing a huge welcome-back-to-the-city bash at our penthouse in a couple of days. I want you to be our special guest.” I wasn’t sure about all that given how I was looking these days, but he assured me I was perfect the way I was – rough, dirty, street. Arrangements made, payment agreed to, I left daddy #1 to his own devices and made my way back to the trap house. I was hungry, tired, and excited. I had enough cash now to feel secure about getting the place in Harlem. I was looking forward to seeing Lil’Petey who I hoped was back by now, and it looked like I had found my new role in life – serving as a dirty, thugged out, wasted looking Wreckin-AIDs-Bone to the high, mighty, and moneyed kinky fuckers of NYC.

bred at the club http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/bred-at-the-club-28723041 ^This one is me taking a load at a sauna

Now Jerome has a place to really dick down his white pussy boys. Maybe the little old lady would like to watch a real man fuck in return for the rent.

Part 3: You’d think my balls would be drained, but they kept brewing toxic jizz like a major distillery. Five more queer pussies filled with my AIDs BONE. Five more faggy cunts WRECKED. Their pockets were full of pink, frothy thug nutt, and mine were full of Franklins. I lit up a cigarette as I swaggered down the sidewalk, a smile on my face, my dick straining against my dirty jeans wanting more. First things first, I needed to lighten my cash load as walking around the streets of NYC with that kind of wad will get a fucker shot and robbed. I made my way several blocks across town, then several more south. Yeah I could have hopped a bus, but like I said before, I planned to be tight with this cash until I knew this money stream was a sure thing. A good bit of walking, a few more cigarettes, and a sopping wet t-shirt from wiping all the sweat off my torso and chest and I eased past this old trap house I had crashed at a few times. The games that had been run out of here had moved on, so the place was mostly boarded up and abandoned except for a few old regulars who curled up in a dusty corner for a bit of shut eye or the occasional street trade or junkie looking for a little privacy. Squeezing through the hole in the fence, I eased my way to the weed filled back yard and by the light of the moon found a stack of concrete blocks near the back corner. I quietly lifted a couple away, looked around, dug out a little patch of ground with a spoon I nicked from the hotel, then tucked most of the cash I had into the hole and covered it back up. I had also taken a bag of chips and used the empty bag to hide the cash, but also protect it from getting wet. The blocks back in place, I stretched, scratched my balls and tugged at my hungry dick, and considered my next steps. I pulled a $5 out of my pocket, found the little path that would take me to the side of the house that was all dark, and from the coughing and snorting could tell Lil’Petey was tripping. I met Petey the first time I crashed at this trap house. Short, thin, sickly looking little white dude who reminded me of this kid I went to school with when I was like 6. Petey was like 20, but looked younger and like me, had got thrown out and the streets had not been kind to him. He made it worse by the shit he did, but to each his own. “Yo Lil’Petey?” I said in a loud whisper when I got to the haggard stack of cardboard boxes he called home. Petey stuck his head out through a hole in some plastic, looked at me, rubbed his eyes, coughed, rubbed his mouth, “JC, what’s up? Hey, can I bum a smoke?” I held up a full pack, and the $5 and even in the moonlight Petey’s eyes got wide and eager. I couldn’t help but smile, an evil smile yeah, but a smile none the less. “Here’s the deal Lil’Petey. I’ll give you a smoke, and this bill, but you got to do something for me,” I said in temptation. “I got my dick used real good tonight and the skin is practically rubbed right off from all the fucking I’ve done, but my balls are still full and I got some more to bust.” I figured best not to let him in on my need to poz some ass, to wreck a fag hole, to bury my AIDs Bone. Petey shook his head back and forth real fast like a dog with a tick, “Oh no. NO! I told you before, I don’t do that shit. No way. Nah-uh. NO!” Before I knew it Petey had retreated back into his cardboard castle like a groundhog who had seen his shadow and all I heard was mumbling. I reached into my pocket, pulled out another $5, squatted down, pushed the plastic aside and crawled part way into Petey’s hidey hole. It was a lot fucking bigger on the inside than it seemed and Petey had blankets, a couple flashlights giving him light, an old pot with a packet of Ramen Noodles softening up in tepid water and old milk crates full of this and that and odds and ends. Petey was proud of his noodles. Who knew you didn’t have to actually cook them. Just let them sit long enough in water and VOILA! A thick length of ash dropped off my cigarette and onto Petey’s cardboard floor and I casually brushed it aside as I finished crawling into his abode. Petey shrieked like I had just burned a new carpet and frantically grabbed a rag, wiped at the scattered ash and mumbled what an ass I was as I made myself comfortable. I couldn’t help but laugh, dropping more ash onto my chest as I did, which I casually brushed away and all over the floor creating a new burst of frenzy in Petey. Once we both settled I held out the two $5s, and the full pack of smokes. I didn’t know what Petey did to survive and while I had tried to fuck him before when I had no other option - not that I had options before the last two days really - I realized I still wanted his white little ass, but for my taboo desires. Petey’s eyes fixed on the cash and pack of cigarettes. “Now Petey, we known each other a while now right? You know I’m a good guy right? I’ve tried to help you here and there even when I ain’t had nothing myself, right? I don’t expect something for noting. I got something for you and if all goes well, will have a lot more. So come on Petey, what do you say? Help a brotha out?” I could tell Petey was thinking it over hard and long, just like my 10-inch BBC, so I set the cash down, the pack of cigs on top, and wiggled out of my jeans and started stroking my dick. I leaned back, smoked, lobbed some smoke spit on my dick, and kept stroking. Petey was quiet as a church mouse, but then in barely a whisper he said, “OK.” My eyes flashed open, I got on my knees, grabbed Petey and pulled him towards me as he squawked and squealed. I didn’t care; my dick was ready. Petey put up some feigned resistance as we wrestled a bit, but soon I had his pants pulled down, his body pinned to the cardboard floor, and as Petey hacked up a lung in a coughing fit I drove my spit covered dick into his virgin hole. Yeah, that’s right, contrary to what I thought likely, Petey was a virgin. I popped his cherry – OK I slam busted it wide open – and drove my AIDS Bone deep into his ass. I had to pull out and respit it up several times, but once it got sloppy there was no stopping me. Petey started whimpering and crying so I held my dirty t-shirt over his face to muffle the sound and pressed my hand tight against his mouth. I liked that shit. Totally in charge! I could feel his jaw muscles working, trying to scream out as I raped his ass bloody, but my need to poz fuck his ass overrode any concern for Petey right then. All that mattered was wrecking his ass – plowing him deep – tearing it – making it mine. Petey’s body tensed and his little cheeks got hard and stiff and tried to press together as I pounded his hole and said, “TAKE MY FUCKING AIDS BONE DICK. YOUR PUSSY IS MINE NOW. MY LITTLE WHITE PUSSY. MARKING YOU WITH MY NUTT. THAT PUSSY JUST MADE FOR TOP DADDY DICK! IT’S MINE NOW. YOU BETTER NOT LET NO OTHER THUG RUN UP IN THIS SHIT. ONLY ME – YOU HEAR ME? [sLAP] HUH? THAT’S RIGHT. I POZZED IT – I OWN IT.” My sticky taffy dribbled like hot lava out of my piss slit and into Petey’s wrecked hole. It burned his guts and made him cry even harder and then at some point the little faggy passed out. I like to think because I fucked the life out of him, but could have been whatever shit he had been playing at earlier. Either way did not matter, as nothing changed and for round two I planned to bury my balls deep up that fuzzy little white peach ass and plant some more seed. The morning light filtered through the plastic and holes between the cardboard box walls, and I looked in amazement at Petey’s gaping hole. It was red, angry, puffy, bruised, raw, and wide open like the Holland Tunnel. I dropped back in it, Petey grunted, I dug around. Holy Christ, scraping his guts with my dick head, burrowing my poz cum into his walls, making his body shiver and cringe with every thrust kept my shit brick fucking hard! Petey was a natural little dick pig and rode me for a while and then I flipped him onto his back, lifted his legs and slammed his cunt. He tried to push me away but I had seen red on his ass lips last time I pulled out and that was like a matador’s cape to a bull. Petey coughed and tried to push me off him but there was no stopping me. Snot flew from his nose, his eyes watered, and as Lil’Petey started to beg, “Poz me, poz my ass, poz me,” I lifted his hips back and up so I could drop my full weight into his pucker with every push of my dick. I had Petey bent like a side show contortionist as I wrapped my hands around his throat, and looked into eyes as I said, “HERE COMES THAT AIDS BONE TRAIN. BREAKING THOSE TUNNEL WALLS. RUNNING THOSE RAILS. FEEL THIS BLACK LOCOMOTIVE DICK WRECKING THAT WHITE PUSSY. MAKING THAT CUNT BLEED FOR YOUR DADDY’S DICK. OPEN THAT MOUTH – TAKING MY COUGH SPIT – YOU MY BOY NOW PETEY, GOOD LIL’PETEY, TAKE DADDY’S DICK, TIGHTEN THAT HOLE UP SO I CAN BUST IT WIDE OPEN AGAIN, BREAK THAT RING, SHATTER THAT SHITTER, FILL YOU WITH MY NUTT – HERE IT COMES PETEY, HERE COMES DADDY’S NUTT….FILLING YOU UP…BACK THAT CABOOSE UP FOR THIS LOAD…SLOPPY FUCKING HOLE…DRIPPING DADDY’S JIZZ….FUCKING HELL BOY!!!” I laid curled up with Petey in his cardboard box shanty, my right arm protectively over him, his head nestled between my left arm and my chest, and my AIDs Bone buried in his cum filled ass. While I had let out my anger and hate fuck on Petey’s ass – at least the first load – the last load was well, not that. I liked the lil-dude. Something about his frail, sickly little body turned me the fuck on. Underneath the dirt, the funk, the homeless exterior was a warm hearted little man – my man – at least for the here and now. We napped, shared a cigarette, some of Petey’s noodles, and then as the heat of the day picked up I asked Petey if he wanted to go hang with me at the ABS. “No, can’t, I got to…to do some things today,” he said as he shyly looked at the ground. I could smell my nutt on him, my dick swelled again, I reached down and lifted his chin up so I could see his eyes, “You want me to come back later and see you?” Lil’Petey smiled yes and I was tempted to bang his hole out again right there in the middle of the weedy back yard. Instead, I smacked his ass, turned, and made my way back out through the fence and down the street. Lil’Petey might be my side piece now, but I still had business to attend to. It would be two more days before the youngin I fucked at the hotel said his daddies would be in town. Between now and then I planned to fuck as much ass as I could, and find more willing hole for my Wreckin-AIDs-Bone. Instead of hitting the ABS right off, I snatched one of the local rags off the newsstand and started scouring the classifieds. If things worked out like I thought they might, I would be in shape to get my own little place soon. Fuck, living on the streets adjusts your level of thinking of what you need to be happy and right now, just my own bed was sounding like the Taj Mahal. I hopped the subway up to Harlem and got off at 125th Street. My funk and unkempt appearance gave me plenty of elbow room on the train as well as a few glares and stares, or maybe it was because my anaconda kept trying to peek out my jeans as all I could think about was wrecking some more bussy. Once back on the streets I walked up and down several blocks, eyeing out some of the places I had seen ads for saying they have rooms or apartments to rent. One ad that had caught my eye because of the price, which I thought must be wrong at only $350 per month, sounded too good to be true. It boasted a private entrance through the alley behind 131st, ‘stand alone bungalow’, ‘private bath’, ‘needs love’ all that must be code for, ‘home of serial killer who will deflesh you in the tub and bury you in the basement and nobody will fucking know because the City of NYC won’t do shit about the stank’. I slowly walked by the front of the house and like me it had seen better days. While others on the block were restored or redone, this one looked like it had not been touched in a 100 years. The curtains were drawn; mail was piled up on the stoop, frankly looked sort of abandoned. I pulled out a cigarette and puffed away as I went down around the corner and then counted the backs of the town houses until I found the right one. There was a small, rusted metal gate set in the wall, I looked back and forth, no one was around, the gate was unlocked, so eased it open and stuck my head in. Right to the left of the gate was the place – what they called a bungalow was really a small shed. Might have been a horse stall at one time, but at some point someone added a regular door, some windows and this place looked as beat down as the main house. I decided to have a closer look. I peered in through the front window; saw a bed, door leading into a bathroom, a small table. The place looked clean, dry, and it could be mine. “May I help you young man?” a lady’s voice said as I spun around. Somebody’s grandma was standing 10 feet behind me, looking me up and down. She was dressed like she had just come from church, which made me self-conscious with how I looked right then. Luckily she went on, “Damndest thing. You the first one that’s actually come out to see my cottage. Can’t get them past the front door once they hear it’s in the back. I know, I know, it’s not much, but my Henry, well he built it good and strong. It stays warm in the winter and cool in the summer, and well, I got more room already than I can use, so figured why not help someone out a little.” Her smile reminded me of the way my momma used to smile before…back when…oh hell. “Yes Ma’am, I’m new…newish to town and well…” hell what do I say. She waved her hand, “Go on in, take a look.” I opened the door, cautious not to get my dirty sneakers on the small area rug and looked around. There was no kitchen of any sort, just what I had seen from the window, but like I said, when you got nothing, this was all I dreamed for right then. The old lady excitedly gave me the grand tour, pointing out every little bit of love her husband Henry had put into making her little cottage, which she used to use to paint in before the arthritis took hold. I was lost in my thoughts when she asked again, “So you interested? Can be yours if you want it.” I patted my pocket, I had enough cash on hand for the first month and more back in the chip bag in the ground, but what if that was all I got for a while? My only hope was if the freak daddies came through. “Umm, I do, I really do. I need a place something bad, but…well…It may be a couple more days before I have enough money…and…” She waved her hand, “Hush, no problem at all. Tell you what. You got a dollar? Give me a dollar for the deposit and I will hold it for you until you come back. How’s that sound?” I couldn’t help but smile. Then my fear hit me like a hammer on an anvil so I blurted out, “I don’t sell dope and none of that shit, or run with the gangs, but I am…well I…I like guys… so if I had friends over it might be a guy – no big party or nothing – but just a friend, a buddy I know…I…” The old lady laughed, “Honey, I appreciate you telling me all that. I really do. That’s good. All good. And frankly having a nice man like yourself back here with your friends will make me feel safer. I look forward to meeting him.” I was on fucking Cloud-9 when I got back on the subway. Could this happen? Could a down and out thug fucker like me get a head a little? I had pictures swimming in my head of me and Lil’Petey in the old lady’s cottage. I smiled. I had never thought about being with a guy like that before – fucking ass yeah – but not like together together. But that shit felt right.

I love Berlin and have definitely had my ass fucked good by some sexy German's but my choice would be Palm Springs. The Berliners are very fetish oriented so if your not into leather or rubber you may be overlooked. I would suggest getting a room at CCBC in Palm Springs for a week of your vacation. The resort is age appropriate and I have found the guys to be very focused on giving and taking cum. I have been 3 times now and the guys are nice and the place is perfect if you looking for sex. Guys walk around all day and night just looking to get off. I took 16 loads on my last visit and will be heading back in Sept myself and hope to beat that record.

Nothing hotter than being fucked in a dark room and having no clue whose doing the fucking. A few weeks ago at Cumunion I was in a sling in a dark room and multiple guys fucked and bred me. I have no clue who they were. Make my cock hard just thinking about it.

Hardly a porn star, more like a porn tourist, but... I did a scene for Triga here in the UK. On the DVD 'Fucking Gangsters - Extra Dealings', opening 60-minute scene. Watersports, group sex, licking feet and trainers/sneakers, fucking and ending with me being bukkake'd. The fucking wasn't bareback, but kinda faked in the edit to look like it... Did a couple of other scenes for some obscure pay-per-view sites, but they never went anywhere. The Triga one I did get recognised from for a while - Triga sells widely in Europe - which was cool. That was a few years ago. I'd do porn again in a heartbeat, especially if it was bareback porn. A TIM scene would be ideal, but probably I'm out of age range by now. Anyway, for fun, here's two screen caps of the Triga scene where I'm being fucked and pissed on!

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.

In the car, Matt's head continued to spin. The rush, whether from the T or knowingly taking raw loads, consumed him. He was so desperately horny, despite the blow job Trent had given him and the fucking he had just received. His cock, feeling the effects of the Tina was only a quarter as hard as it normally would have been, despite Matt feeling the horniest, the sexiest, and the most exhilarated he had ever felt. Of course, his rational mind kept nagging at his thoughts even with all the T and G clouding his judgement. He knew he shouldn't be doing this. He had let a stranger fuck him raw and cum in him, only to discover that Trent was poz. "He intentionally misled me! Oh fuck, OH FUCK! I'm going to be poz! I'm going to get sick! Really sick, oh shit. He lied to me! Fuck him, sick fuck. What if his strain is a deadly one? What if it is resistant to the meds? Oh fuck, oh fuck. Oh, god damn, I'll have to tell my parents! Fuck! It's their insurance! Shit... they'll see the drugs, they'll figure it out. How do I explain this? Oh shit," Matt thought, his mind racing. Yet despite all of these thoughts, he was horny, willing to take more dick at a moments notice, from anyone. He felt so sexy, sitting in the passenger seat, wearing his tank and shorts, jockstrap on, Trent's poz load leaking out of his ass, seeping into his shorts and creating a wet spot. Trent could see the gears in Matt's head turning. He knew this car ride would give him some time to reflect, to process all that had happened. Trent was fairly impressed with Matt's calmness. He had pozzed a few others before he had been diagnosed. He reached out to warn them, most were regular fuck buddies, some were rando's, a few he never even knew the names of and had no way of reaching. Their reactions were pretty mixed. Some freaked, blaming him. A few took it in stride. One even laughed and said it was about time. At first, Trent felt conflicted. He felt bad for exposing these people to a dangerous disease. But after a while, remembering those fuck sessions, the raw uninhibited sex, started making Trent hard. The thought that he was unintentionally infecting them with his DNA, his special bug, his toxic death babies sent him over the edge. He always came so hard remembering that. Soon Trent's fantasies starting taking hold. He imagined himself intentionally pozzing other guys, secretly or with their consent. The thought of it got him so boned. It wasn't long until he was on grindr, scruff, bbrt, and other sites, a predator looking for his prey. It didn't take long, with his profile still saying "neg + prep," to find some boys willing to take his raw cock. Some were on prep, some weren't. Either way, they didn't know they were taking toxic loads. It was then that he knew he wanted to be a gift giver, spreading his seed around as far as possible, giving his bug the ability to propagate. And of course, it wasn't long until he met other poz gifters like himself. He quickly got introduced into the community. He was one of the youngest in the Houston area, and he quickly became a popular fuck buddy for many of the more experienced poz guys. And of course, it wasn't long until he was introduced to tina, the favorite drug of the poz gifted community. Trent looked over a Matt again, his latest victim and a rare find. There weren't many current high school students cruising online, and even fewer willing to take raw cock. Most of his prey were at least in their early twenties, most out of college already. He knew Matt would be real popular with his friends. He had already sent out a group text to his friends with a picture of Matt, telling them he was taking his boy to the Warehouse, a favorite bathhouse of his that had a laissez faire attitude towards drug use in private rooms. Not many would turn down the invite. Being there for the corruption of someone was always hot, especially if the boy hadn't even graduate from high school. No doubt some guys would get off knowing that their toxic loads would be leaking out of his hole, into his underwear or bed sheets, for his mom to wash later. Trent looked over at Matt, deciding he had enough time to think. "Look fag, I'm guessing you're freaking out a little." "Umm.. yeah, a bit," Matt replied, his heart racing. "Well, you're definitely going to convert. That slam with my blood guarantees it. Remember boy, you asked for it." "Yes sir" "You're going to come down with a flu in a few weeks. It's the fuck flu, and it'll meaning my bug is finally mixed into your DNA. You'll be poz for life. Pregnant with my toxic babies. In a couple of months, you'll go to the doctor. You might tell yourself that you might not have it, that maybe you're one of the lucky immune ones or a long term non-progressor. But you won't be. Your test will come back positive. You'll space out in the office. The doctor will tell you that it's, 'a serious but treatable condition' and that, 'you can have a normal life.' You'll nod and agree without hearing a word. You will schedule a follow up appoint, they'll want to get you started on a drug regimen. You'll go back... or you won't. You may be a model patient, taking your pills everyday, at the same time, having an undetectable viral load. Or you might be non-compliant, skipping days, my bug evolving resistance when drug levels in your blood wane. Maybe you'll have some extremely virulent load that'll make you waste away before your very eyes. I don't know. But when you are walking out of that doctor's appointment, I want you to think of me and my bug, and how way changed your entire fucking life." Matt, slacked jawed, didn't know what to say... but his cock was rock solid. Trent's hand went down to his shorts, pulling out his toxic cock. Trent, looking over at Matt, said, "Now worship this cock. I want you to thank it and kiss it, show it your gratitude. Thank it for the privilege of taking my dirty load, thank it for giving you my bug, and for making you sick. Thank it for initiating you into the bareback brotherhood." Matt dazed, drugged up, and intolerable horny, immediately lowered his head to Trent's cock, thanking it, kissing it, and gently sucking on the head. One toxic drop of precum leaked out, and Matt licked it up greedily. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He just lustily consumed toxic, HIV+ cum like a man in the desert guzzling water. But his cock was rock hard, and his hole was twitching, desperate for more cock. Matt realized that is what the Tina did. It shut of control off his mind and allowed his cock and hole to take command. Anything that made his cock hard or his hole full was now his one and only concern. He would let a dozen AIDS ravaged, thick cocked strangers fuck him in front of his parents, siblings, teammates, and grandparents if it was the only way to get more cock. He simply didn't care about anything else. Trent pulled off the main road, on to a slow street. They were nearly at the Warehouse, and he wanted to get Matt nice and horny. "Take off your tank and your shorts. You can leave the jock and shoes on," Trent commanded. Matt, while confused, but into the domination, began removing his tank. "Faster faggot," Trent snapped, slapping Matt on the back side of his head. Matt's cock jumped at the smack, and he hurried up, kicking off his shorts as he removed his tank. "Clothes," Trent said, holding out his open hand. Matt obeyed, handing Trent his clothes. Rolling down the window with one hand, Trent threw the clothes out in the middle of the street when they were parked at a red light. Matt, looking alarmed asked, "...but how do I..." Trent, stepping on the gas, repling "It's okay faggot. You don't needed those anyways. The most clothing you'll ever need is a jockstrap and some shoes." Trent put his hand down on Matt's semi hard bulge, giving it a few gentle squeezes, rewarding his boy for obeying without complaint. Matt, inhibitions lowered, enjoyed the attention even as cars and trucks drove past, giving most of them an unobstructed view of his nearly naked body. They eventually pulled into a parking lot, which wound around a fairly large, mostly windowless brick building. They pulled into the back, near a corner far away from the building. To the back was an open field and to the right was a lumberyard, with no one to see Matt in the dark of the night. However, on the other side was a wide street and an office building, with several of the windows still lit and a side walk with some foot traffic on it. Trent opened his car door, causing the interior lights to come on, fully exposing Matt to anyone who would have seen him. "Stay," Trent commanded him like he would have a dog, getting out of the car and opening the back passenger door. Rumbling around in his bag he pulled out the bottle of G Matt had seen at the apartment and a stack of plastic cups. He took a cup, carefully measuring out a pour of G. He handed a cup to Matt and told him to swallow. Matt downed the cup, tasting the salty aftertaste. Trent grabbed his bag, commanded Matt to, "get out the fucking car," and shut the door. Matt dutifully obeyed, nearly falling over as he stood up. Trent walked over to him, helping the stabilize an increasingly drugged up Matt. They walked through the parking lot, Matt only in his jock, dry cum shining on his upper inner thigh. Matt looked over to see people on the side walk, a few people possibly turning their heads and catching a glimpse of this drugged-up and loaded twinkish high school student. Trent held the door open for Matt, who stumbled in. As Trent talked to the desk manager, Matt made eye contact with a black guy on the other side of the room. He was wearing a polo and jeans, but Matt could see he was absolutely massive, with biceps the size of his head and a heaving chest. Without even realizing it, Matt was touching himself through his jockstrap in the middle of the lobby, exposed as the cock-hungry cum slut he was. Matt followed Trent like an obedient dog as they navigated through the bathhouse. Catching the site of random guys, Matt's cock began to swell. His whole perception was warped by the amphetamines racing through his blood. He thought back on this morning, when he would have been shocked at the thought of taking known poz loads in his hole. Yet, now he was ready to take toxic loads from anonymous strangers. He wanted their death seed in his hole, mixing with Trent's, making a beautiful cocktail of HIV+ jizz. They arrived at the door of a small room Trent had rented for their own private use. Setting down his bag, he told Matt to lay down on the bench. "Matt," he began, "are you ready for another slam?" "Yes, I want it." Trent gave him a slap to the side of his head, striking his ear. Gently grabbing Matt by his throat he said, "From now on, you'll refer to me as sir. You are my faggot, I created you and I own you know. Is that understood?" "Yes sir," Matt responded, his swelling cock revealing just how much he enjoyed the abuse. Trent took Matt's arm, tying it off, making Matt's veins pop out. Trent took a moment to admire his creation, the boy he had impregnated with his DNA. He looked so sexy, on his back, in his jockstrap, already begging for his next slam like an addict. Trent could tell he was going to become addicted, that he was going to need T in his life from now on. He could see how much ecstasy Matt was in; he knew that after this weekend Matt's normal life would seem too dull. That from now on, Matt was going to consider slamming and bareback sex the pinnacle of enjoyment. Tina would sink her claws into him. He'd crave it, slam, and then crave raw cock. And raw cock would make him crave tina. An enticing circle that would define him from now on. And there he was, this beautiful soccer stud, in a jockstrap, his short dark blond hair, with his loving family and his schoolmates and teammates at home, begging for another hit of meth and craving raw cock from any stranger. He wanted men older than his father fucking their toxic loads into his boyhole, even thanking them for it. Trent, having tied himself off, stuck the point in his arm, drawing out a scarlet plume of his blood before removing the needle from his arm. He then carefully took it, finding one of Matt's veins, and sticking it in. Pulling back on the plunger, looking for the color to darken before slowly pushing the meth-blood hybrid into his boy's arm. Even in the darkened room, Trent could see Matt's pupils dilated, could see his tina-filled cock become a bit softer. He reached down, grabbed the waist band of Matt's jock, removing it so he could see his limp little boy cock. "Go on Matt, get yourself hard" Trent told him, knowing he wouldn't be able to do much with it. It was perfect, his fag was becoming the hole-centered cumslut he was meant to be. Trent grabbed a gel cocking from his bag, giving it to Matt to put on. Trent knew it wouldn't do much to keep Matt hard, but he thought the aesthetic was hot none the less. Matt continued to tug on his limp little boy cock as he saw another man walk in. Matt could see he had a thick muscular chest and a shaved head. He looked older, Matt guessed that he was in his fifties and he was a complete fucking god. Matt knew he wanted his daddy dick in his newly broken in fucked. He dropped his towel, just as Trent turned around saying, "Hey Dan. You're the first to arrive." "Fuck you weren't lying T. He is one hot fag. You seriously pozzed and slammed this kid?" Dan asked. "Yep," Trent smirked holding up the point he had just used on Matt, "and I made sure my DNA got into his blood with this, his second slam of the night with my blood mixed in." "Fuck, I'm jealous," Dan said, "I've been wanting to add an 18 year old to my collection." "So have I. You need to do a better job of keeping up," Trent joked. He and Dan met a few months ago at a gifting party in Dallas. They were both from the Houston area and both enjoyed converting neg guys into poz brothers. They had a friendly little rivalry seeing who had impregnated the most "sons" with their toxic babies. Dan was further ahead, but Trent had been catching up. And they loved sharing their prizes with one another, showing off and initiating them into the poz community. Matt, still feeling the rush, barely heard them over his racing head, the heat emanating from his body, and the music coming in from the hallway where men continued to pass by. All Matt focused on was Dan's pierced cock, his pierced nipples, and the biohazard tat directly above his thick cock. "You want the honor of fucking him first?" Trent asked, knowing his seed was already well on its way to being planted in Matt's DNA. Grabbing Matt's foot, he moved him around like an object, sticking a shard of T up his ass, knowing it would make his hole loose and cut into the sides at the same time, providing easier massage for Dan and his toxic jizz. Dan replied by flipping Matt onto his stomach and then lifting up his waist to get him into position, moving him around like a rag doll. Matt was already moaning like a bitch in heat just in the anticipation of taking Dan's cock up his hole. Dan press his cock up on Matt's hole. "Beg for my poz cock, boy." "Please sir, give me your cock." "You want this toxic load faggot?" Dany replied. This sent Matt into over drive. "Yes sir, please sir, I want you toxic load. I want your AIDs, please daddy." Happy with that, Dan slammed into Matt, watching the mix of pain and pleasure on his innocent looking face. He knew he was going to be relentless and he knew this boy would love it. "Damn," Dan thought, "T was lucky to find this fag." Dan's mind raced, thinking of the plans he knew Trent would have in store for his freshly pozzed, tina addicted high school fuck hole. Meanwhile, Matt's thought were totally replaced by the pain and pleasure emanating from his hole. It felt so good to have Dan's toxic cock in his hole, stretching it out, making him fly. It felt so good Matt was slipping out of thought and of mind, his reality becoming ever more dream-like. Slipping in and out, his reality narrowing down to his hole. He heard the distant sound of Trent laughing and a muffled "...little to much G..." before quickly, quietly slipping into blackness.

Matt walked in the door and made eye contact with Trent. "Hey, I'm Matt" "Damn Matt, you look even hotter than in your pictures." Matt blushed, trying not to show how much he liked the compliment. "Yeah, you're hot too. Nice apartment." Trent smirked. This kid was perfect. He could tell he had limited experience. Trent would enjoy corrupting his mind. "Let's get a drink and chat." Trent grabbed a couple of cokes... and his bottle of G. He sat down on the couch next to Matt. Trent said, "You want to try this? It's called G. It'll help loosen you up, get you ready. Is this your first time getting fucked bareback?" "Sure, sounds good. It's just like a shot, of like liquor?" Matt asked. "Yeah" "Yeah, this is my first time getting fucked bareback, but I've fucked one guy without a condom once it broke," Matt replied. "Nice, you'll love it. Bareback is the only way I fuck anymore," Trent added. "Yeah, thank god for prep," Matt laughed. Trent just chuckled. He started drinking his G-spiked drink and Matt followed suit. Matt, slightly nervous, chugged the rest of his drink fast, consuming the copious amounts of G that Trent had added to it. They chatted for a bit, ESPN on in the background. Trent asked Matt about school and where he wanted to go to college next year and Matt asked Trent about his work. Before he knew it Matt's head was spinning and he was feeling relaxed. "How is the G treating you?" Trent asked, his hand on Matt's thigh, fingers already within the leg holes of his shorts, fingers rubbing on Matt's thigh. "I feel good, man" and he was. He noticed Trent's hand on his leg and felt himself getting hard in his jock. Trent leaned in, kissing Matt. Matt kissed back, feeling good and relaxed and horny. Matt noticed Trent had put some porn on the television, but he wasn't sure when. Damn, he thought, "I'm a little out of it." But that thought was quickly forgotten, feeling Trent's hands groping his body, hand moving up on his thigh, feeling the bulge of Matt's jock. Matt catching glimpses of the porn on screen of two daddies fucking a young looking twink boy bareback. One even had the biohazard tattoo that Matt knew meant he has HIV+. Weirdly he felt his dick jumping thinking of that, the G dampening his inhibitions. "Fuck that's hot," Matt said aloud. Trent replied, "Let me show you this vid, it's so hot." Trent went back to kissing Matt, lifting off Matt's tank, which slipped right off. Then he removed his own shirt. Matt, half distracted by Trent, half by the TV, mind fogged up from G. Matt caught a glimpse of the TV. Saw two hot guys, clean cut studs in there twenties. He was one had a tie around his arm, and the camera focused in. Matt saw a needle go into his arm, a flash of red appeared, and then he saw the plunger go down. He half noticed Trent pulling down he shorts as he focused on the television, watching the guy who just had the needle in arm coughing and looking wide-eyed. "Fuck that looked hot," Matt thought, wondering what was in the syringe. "You think that's hot?" Trent asked. "I.. uhh yeah, what did they shoot up?" "Crystal. It's pretty hardcore, but I've heard that the sex if fucking amazing. Especially when they slam it right into their veins." Trent replied. "You ever try it?" Matt asked. "I few times, it was pretty okay." Trent said, knowing it was crucial that he remained low key about it. It was important Matt not build tina up. The more relaxed the atmosphere was, the easier Matt would be to corrupt. Trent, down on his knees, pulled Matt's cock out of the side of his jock. Matt's eyes went to the back of his head as an expert cocksucker worked on his dick. His eye were still fixed on the screening, watching the guy who had had the needle in his writher around in pleasure, looking blanked out. Before he knew it, Matt was ready to bust in Trent's mouth. He was going to warn him before he came, but it happened to fast. But Trent swallowed his entire load, without missing a beat. "Damn he thought, this kid has good tasting cum." Matt, his cock now hypersensitive, tensed up as Trent continued sucking his cock. Trent let up, and collapsed back onto the couch. Trent touch Matt's cock back into his jock, thinking about how sexy this kid looked in his blue and white stripped jockstrap. Trent decided it was about time to breakout his gear. He grabbed his equipment from his bedroom and brought it back to the couch, setting his bag down on the coffee table. Matt watched in silence as Trent took out some gear. Matt's head was still swimming from the G, making him feel numb and relaxed as well as horny. He couldn't stop thinking about playing with his hole. Matt stuck a finger in his mouth before stroking his hole with it, slowly working it in. Trent saw this out of the corner of his eye, smiling to himself, knowing the G was working beautiful. Trent pulled out a sharp from a little baggy, crumbling it up into smaller pieces as he loaded it into the bowl. Matt asked, "What it that?" "It's T. It's even better than G. It'll get you really horny and ready to fuck. It's what those guys injected in the video. Smoking it is a bit less hardcore." Trent was loving easing Matt into this. He picked up a lighter, flicked it on, and watched the crystal turn into clouds. Taking a big hit, Trent felt the hot smoke fill his lungs before blowing a thick cloud. "Fuck that's good," Trent said, enticing Matt. Trent leaned over to Matt, helping him him with the pipe and lighter. "Alright, inhale when when I say, once it heats up." Matt was nervous but pumped to try T for the first time, the G lowering any hesitation he might have otherwise had. On Trent signal he inhaled a big cloud. "Now exhale" Trent told him. "How does that feel?" Matt responded, "It feels pretty good." Matt felt a little rush, his heart beating faster, a bit of a head rush.Trent coached Matt into taking hit after hit. Afterward, Matt was feeling amazing, his heart racing, feeling this mix of pure excitement and unadulterated ecstasy, almost feeling proud and invincible. Matt wasn't sure how long he was out of it, before snapping back to attention. Looking a Trent "How do you feel?" Trent asked. "Fucking amazing man, one thousand fucking percent," Matt replied, "and so horny. But my dick is kind of soft" "Oh yeah, sometimes that happens with tina. Good thing you're the one getting fucked tonight." Trent knew he was hooked. He grabbed another shard from his bag and started working it into Matt's hole. Matt barely noticed the slight burn as he worked it in, knowing this would get the boy begging to get fucked. "You ready to get fucked, fag?" Being called a fag got Matt even more turned on. "Yes sir." Trent lubed up Matt's hole and his cock. Trent took off his pants to reveal his 8 inch cock. "Fuck," Matt thought. His cock looked even bigger now. He reached over and grabbed the poppers he had in the pockets, huffing deep preparing for Trent's cock. He could feel the head against his hole, popping in, making Matt moan like a bitch. Trent pushed Matt legs up against his chest, giving him better access to Matt's hole. He was one-third in already. Matt was taking it pretty well, huffing on a bottle of poppers every couple of seconds. His dick kept going in, further and further, finally bottoming out. "How does it feel to have raw cock up your virgin boy hole?" "Ohhhh, ffuucckk.." Matt moaned, so turned on by taking raw cock just like the thousands of porn sluts he had jerked off to in the past. "It feels so good sir." "Fuck yeah boy," Trent said, thinking how this boy was a natural sub faggot, "bet you'll only take raw cock from now on." "Oh, yes sir," and he meant it to. This was way better than any fucking he had done before. Of course, Matt knew the drugs were probably helping too. Trent pulled all the way out, seeing the gaping hole he had left behind, lubed already dripping down from his it. He slammed back into Matt hearing him gasp, his limp cock hidden in his jock pouch. Trent loved seeing a boy focused only on his hole, cock out of sight and out of mind. Unlike Matt, Trent was rock hard thanks to some viagra and his cocking on. Matt had notice the cocking earlier, and fuck did it make him desperate for Trent's cock. Matt head spinning from the drugs, poppers and the hard fuck he was receiving. He handed the poppers to Trent to put on the table behind him. Trent twisted around slightly, and Matt glimpsed a bit of a back tattoo. It was a biohazard symbol. With the T clouding his thinking, Matt didn't understand what it was for. He knew that a lot of poz guys had that tattoo but he knew Trent was on prep and neg. "Hey Trent, why do you have biohazard tat? Guys will think you're poz" Matt half chuckled. Trent leaned in, grabbing hold of trent ankles and pressing them above his head, plunging his cock back in. As he was trusting, he said, "My tat?" "Yeah, won't people thinking you're poz?" Trent continued fucking Matt, speeding up his thrusting. "I got it..." Trent was panting, "when... I..." Trent's breath was ragged, his body getting tenser "discovered...." Trent started moaning, almost gasping, "that... I... was...OOOO.. fuck... that i was poz" Trent let out, as cum erupted from his cock and into Matt's guts. Trent could see the warning lights in Matt head as his eyes went wide. "Your profile says you are neg!" "I never updated it, but I stopped taking it. Too many side effects for me. I got pozzed up a few months after that I think. Plus I think you wanted a poz load." He reached down and felt Matt's cock through his jockstrap, which was rock hard, the head popping out through the side, leaking pre. "Fuck," Matt thought, "he's right." "I bet this is the hottest sex you've ever had boy. Clearly you like taking poz loads or your cock wouldn't be rock fucking hard," Trent said. "Now look, you're free. Free from fear, able to take any load from any cock. Be the hot cumdump faggot you were meant to be." Matt's head was spinning. He knew Trent was right. But images kept flashing through his mind, of him, his teammates, other people from school, his parents, knowing that he was marked now. Part of a brotherhood of barebackers, proud poz men. He had seen the sites, images on tumblr, of proud poz men. Deep downing knowing this was what he wanted the entire time but just couldn't admit to himself. Beyond all that though, he knew right know that he had to have more cock. "Now," Trent sat down next to Matt, cum leaking out of his hole, "what do you say?" "I want more cock sir." "You perfect fucking faggot. And what about my poz load?" "Thank you for pozzing me sir; I'm a dirty cumdump who deserves to be pozzed up." "Yes you are boy, and your night is not even close to over. I'm taking you to get way more loads. After all, we need to make sure my DNA gets into your blood." Trent went into his bag. Matt saw him take out a syringe. It was a prepared point. Matt knew it was going to go in his arm, so he was a little surprised when he saw Trent put it in his arm, and pull the plunger. But then, Trent removed the point from his arm. "Now boy, this will guarantee that you get my bug in your blood. It's a mix of crystal meth and my blood. You can't have one with out the other. And I want you to beg for it." Matt wanted that point in his arm so bad. "Please sir, give me your toxic blood. Get my addicted to T." Trent found a vein, pulled back on the plunger, saw the red vial get a shade darker and then pushed down on the plunger. He saw Matt's pupils dilate, heard his breathing go ragged. Practically seeing the rush. He pulled Matt's arm up, and told Matt to cough. Matt was flying, freaked out, feeling amazing, the thought of Trent's toxic blood in his getting him hard. After letting Matt settle down, Trent told him to get dressed. "Let's go faggot. Time for you to take more AIDS cock." Trent pulled Matt to him, kissed him deeply, grabbed his gear bag, and lead Matt to out of his apartment, closing the door behind him. Then, he lead Matt to his car.

Part 2 About two weeks later, I couldn't get that silver daddy, Phil, out of my mind. His cock was perfect, and his words made me feel like he was in control. So I texted him: Me: "Hey, sir. This is Adam. My hole is feeling pretty empty today. Think you could fill it up?" Phil: "You bet, boy. Get your butt over here around 4. I'm going to invite Hank over, too. I promised him. When I told him you had never barebacked before that night, his one-word response was: 'Jackpot!'" Me: Sounds cool. See you at 4. As I took the bus over to Phil’s place, the idea that I had given my hole up to these older men had my head a in spin. My dick got hard as I was distracted in my thoughts. Today was a warm day, so I wore a tank top and my shiny blue work out shorts, material so thin that a hard on cannot hide. When I came out of trance, a younger gay kid across the aisle had a big grin on his face. He nodded a hello, and I turned red and half smiled back. Underneath, I wore a clean white jock. I was hoping that I'd spend the night with Phil, and get more of his cock and sperm up my ass. As I stood in the apartment building hall, Phil answered the door in a robe. "Get that ass in here, boy." I walked in and he closed the door behind us. He then pulled me against his body from behind and I felt his hard cock push against the crack of my ass. His hands groped my crotch and dick through the thin satiny fabric of my shorts. "Strip down to your jock and get on all fours on my bed." I did as Phil demanded and felt a bit cold and exposed this way on Phil's bed. Phil soon entered the room with a jar of Vaseline and a lube shooter that I guessed was full of his sperm again. Phil told me to spread my legs more, and then proceeded to finger my hole with the petroleum jelly. "I can't believe you let us just bareback you like that last time. Were you sore?" "Just for a few days," I answered. "I am not using my sperm to lube you up just yet. It needs to thaw for a bit, and Hank wants to try fucking without all the cum this time. He's on his way over now, and I promised him your hole this afternoon. I'll just be out doing some errands while he's using you." "Yes, sir," I complied as Phil's finger finished lubing my hole. "He's completely turned on by your lack of experience being barebacked, and wants his load in your tight hole as often as possible. Oh, he wants you blindfolded, too." Phil then covered my eyes with a dark cloth and tied a knot at the back of my head. "I'll be taking that asshole of yours all night, don't worry." I heard the door to the apartment open. "He's here. Do what he wants, okay, boy?" "Yes, sir." I heard Phil leave the room and tell Hank to have a good time. The bedroom door opened and I heard Hank close it and lock it. "Hey, boy. Am I glad to see you again!" As he moved to the bed, I could hear the unmistakable swoosh and squeak sound of leather. And I could smell the smoky musk of it, too. Hank got on the bed and mounted himself over me. He bit my ear as a soft leather mound brushed against my jock-strapped ass. "Have Charlie and I got a surprise for you!" I closed my eyes under the blindfold as Hank, whose face is still a mystery to me, taunted me with a new proposition. "When Phil texted me that you were coming over, I sent Charlie to the bathhouse to collect some random loads this afternoon. Charlie scored six used condoms, tied them off, and gave them to me. Those six condoms are right here in my pocket, boy!" Hank roughly bucked his leather covered mound against my hole. "And I've got a pair of scissors in my other pocket, boy. Let's get started." Hank then put some sort of leather gag on my mouth and whispered, "By the way, Phil claims you as his, but he doesn't need to know about these random loads. Now put that big chest of yours down against the bed; but keep that newbie cum hole up in the air." I did, my hole completely vulnerable to Hank. I heard more leather rustling and then a metallic snip of the scissors. I then felt the anonymous sperm of someone's bathhouse condom pour onto my hole. "So fucking hot, boy. Phil told me you're new to barebacking?" I nodded. "Good answer. I love nothing more than loading up a new young hole." Oh, god! I thought to myself: I'm gonna get some anonymous guys' cum loads pushed into my hole! A second snip of the scissors, and I felt a second load as it coated my hole. These would be the fifth and sixth men, total strangers from a bathhouse, breeding my hole. "Okay, let's start with these." Hank then unsnapped what I think was his soft leather cod piece, because the next thing I felt was his P.A. teasing my hole. "Did you bring any condoms this time, boy?" I swallowed hard and shook my head. "Well, lucky me. I brought my own." He laughed, "Always wear protection, boy," he mocked. I then heard him open a wrapper. A condom—now?, I thought to myself. "You never know about these random loads.” He is teasing me. "A rough top like me can't risk catching something." I then heard him roll on the condom over his hard cock and the P.A. that so expertly worked my prostate last time. He teased my hole with the latex-covered metal and then pushed in. "Here goes, boy." The two bathhouse loads and the petroleum jelly lube made entry easy for Hank's condom-sheathed cock. "Fuck, fuck!" he kept exclaiming, as he pushed deeper into my hole. "Your hole is absolute perfection, boy. I can't believe I get to violate you like this. Just take it, boy. Take these anonymous loads for me up that nice bubble butt of yours." Hank got balls deep in my hole and began a hard bucking just short in-and-out fucks. "Damn! Take it, boy. Take these loads Daddy Hank is giving you." I felt Hank pull out just enough to leave his cock head inside me, and I heard more snipping of the scissors, and felt warm sperm dripping onto my penetrated hole. "Fresh anonymous load number three, boy." Hank then put a bottle of poppers under my nose, and holding one of my nostrils closed. "Take a hit!" I did. "Now the other side." On the second intake of poppers, I was fully up. And Hank knew he could begin longdicking me in earnest, making sure all three loads got fucked in good. As Hank fucked me, I savored the sensation of being poppered up and surrendering to whatever Hank wanted. I was here to be used by Phil, but it seems like he wants to share me, too. I wondered if he was pimping me out to Hank for money. I didn't care. All I wanted in that moment was Hank's cock and the all the sperm surrounding it. I thought about Coach Pfeiffer again, too: How he should have been the first man to load me up; How he probably wanted to fuck me every time he spoke to me; How naïve I was; How I would have fallen for him fully and how that would have ruined his life when someone found out about us; how things were different then; how things are different now. Hank rode my hole for a good half hour before I heard him say that the condom broke. “Ha! Phil must have lubed you with Vaseline before I got here. Shit! The rubber's already halfway down my cock! Well, the damage is done. Let’s get you knock you up, boy. You want my load don't you?" I nodded and yelled yes as best I could through the gag. "Yeah, boy, you want ol' Hank’s load." He continued fucking me. With the condom broken, the metal of Hank's P.A. was now free to knock on my prostate like it did two weeks ago. It was like scratching an itch, and I relished it. As the P.A. and Hank's cock head hit my spot, I writhed in ecstatic submission to it. Hank got me in a bear hug and whispered, "Fuck Phil! I want this hole for myself, boy. Let me have your hole, boy. Nod if you understand that I'm stealing your hole away from Phil." I nodded furiously, just wanting Hank to keep slamming against my prostate and for him to shoot his soothing seed all over it. Hank, a man whose face I've never seen is now staking a claim on my hole for himself. "Phil just wants a young boyfriend he can bareback and breed whenever he wants." Hank taunted me in a hushed tone at my ear. "I just want to violate and use your beautiful solid young body and nice tight hole—fuckin’ turn you into my personal slut boy." I gave my ass fully to Hank. In my head I was begging to feel his hot load shoot off inside me, taking me. "I'm close, boy." He was pounding my ass, still locking me in a tight bear hug as I squirmed. Anonymous cum was leaking down the inside of leg. "Uh, uh, uhhhhhnnn… fuck yeah… loading up my boy's hole for good. Damn, feel that load, boy? This load is making you mine." I felt about four shots of warmth enter deep in my gut. I was euphoric. I was Hank's. Hank continued to fuck in and out slowly and reached down to feel my hard cock head loading precum into my white jock strap pouch. He used his thumb to tease my cock head through the material, and I pumped out a good amount of precum. "I like how my boy leaks." Hank pulled out of my ass and I felt him put his head between my legs. I soon felt the wet warmth of his mouth as he put my dick and balls-packed jock pouch into his mouth and try to suck on it. As he did this, I felt two of his fingers enter my hole. "Sweet pre-jizz, boy. I wanna taste all that you gave Charlie." With that he used the scissors to cut open my jock pouch, right under the waist band until the pouch material fell between my legs. Hank used his hand and mouth then to milk my hard young cock. Over the next five minutes, I let go of a lot of precum into Hank's mouth. He started jacking my cock vigorously with my cock head against his lips and his tongue tip. And that set me off. I yelled behind the gag as I unloaded into Hank's mouth. Hank sucked me dry and then pushed me over onto my back on the bed. "That was a sweet load, boy. How young are you?" He took the gag out and I cleared my throat before answering, "25, sir." “Mm.” Still blindfolded, I listened as Hank walked across the room and snapped up his leather cod piece. Then he laid back on the bed and bear hugged me from behind. In a hushed voice, he said "Tell me your number, boy." I recited it. "And your name is Adam?" I nodded. "Good. When I text you, you answer me. Okay?" I nodded again. "Phil intends to have you spend the night here with him, and I know he'll be fucking you off and on all night. I'm okay with that. Let him think he owns you; that you are his—I don't care. You know that you belong to me now, right boy?" I nodded and said, "Yes, sir." "Good boy." Hank tussled my hair and let go of me. I heard him cross the room and pick up something from a table or dresser. "I'm going to spike Phil's lube shooter here with these here other three bathhouse loads," he said. I listened as the scissors went to work on the three remaining condoms. "You cannot tell him, boy. He'll fuck you thinking only my load and his will be lining your hole. Not these six anonymous ones from the bathhouse. He's got a huge cock. Let him pound all those loads in good for me." My eyes closed in the powerful realization that Phil's gigantic cock will be aiding in Hank's violation of my hole using the loads of six unknown men. "I'll be in touch sometime this week. Good night, boy." "Good night, sir." Hank left the bedroom and shut the door. Exhausted, I stripped out of the blindfold and my broken jock strap (I'll have to wear my old jock for next Saturday's game). I got under the bed covers and fell fast asleep with a small ache deep in my ass. -- Phil woke me by telling me to roll over and spread my legs. He put the lube shooter on my hole and pushed the nub just inside. I felt the liquid sperm enter me and my eyes closed as I thought about the three new anonymous loads adding to Hank's violation of my newly bred hole. These are the sperm loads of man #8, #9 and #10—and all of these men unknown to me. When I think about how hard my second boyfriend tried to convince me to let him bareback me, and how I refused to allow it, I smiled at the thought that I was saving myself for this moment. These men are getting off on my inexperience—the taking of a hole that, until a few weeks ago, had never had a raw dick or even single live sperm inside it. "Okay, boy. You're fully loaded now with my stash load. I made that batch while thinking of how I took your bareback cherry two weeks ago. I'm going to be nailing that and Hank's load in all night. You ready?" "Yes, sir." "Turn over, on your back." I flipped over. I tried to keep the loads inside as best I could. Phil climbed up on my chest. He was wearing black silk boxers. I could see the mushroom head of his cock as it strained against the thin material. He grabbed his dick through the boxers and rubbed it across my lips. "Let's get this in your throat first." Phil unbuttoned the fly on the boxers and pulled out his very large cock. His aimed his cock at my mouth and I opened up. He went directly to the back of my throat and I gagged. "It's alright, boy, breathe through your nose. It's okay to choke on it a little, too. I like that." I looked at the brown bottle Phil had placed on the night stand as I choked and gagged on the invading old man's cock head. "No, not right now. I'll get you poppered up good just before I go to town on that tight young hole of yours." Phil grabbed my hair and fucked my throat in earnest. "Yeah! Let me have that throat, boy!" I opened up my throat and let Phil abuse it. He went for ten minutes and had to pull out to keep from coming. "Almost loaded up your throat, boy. One day I'll give you a load there, but right now I want that great hole of yours wrapped around my dick when I cum." Phil moved back and pushed my muscular thighs up and grabbed hold of my ankles to position his dick at my hole. He grabbed the poppers and told me to open them and take about four good hits, two up each nostril. On the third hit I was already feeling the buzz, but I followed Phil's orders and even took an extra long drag on the fourth hit. I wanted Phil's massive cock inside me fast. My body tingled with warmth as I watched Phil's face, his mouth open as his big cock filled up my chute. I watched his white-bearded face and blue eyes as he told me that he needed to fuck in all that seed into my boy hole. "Fucking prime cherry jock ass, just letting us old men nail our loads in. Jesus Christ, boy!" He pumped harder and harder for about five minutes. The whole time I was thinking about the six anonymous loads that Hank had made sure got inside me. And I thought about how Phil did not know about these anonymous bathhouse loads that he was now pounding into me. "I got a nice fuckin' hole right here, huh boy. So fucking hot! Only condom fucking until you met us. I've got a big load brewing up for you, boy. No more condoms for this hole.” It seems Phil liked to talk during sex. "I'm gonna fill this hole up whenever you need my cock, Adam. You just let me know. I'll keep that hole of yours loaded up. Damn, I'm close!" Phil fucked me harder with the full girth of his massive cock. I wanted it. I started grunting with every thrust he made up my ass. "Do it, Phil, sir. Fucking give me your fresh swimmer load!" I urged him on. "I need it inside me, sir. Breed that newbie hole, Phil." "Fuck, here it is… take it up the ass, Adam!" He came loudly and I felt the flood of warm sperm rushing in. I watched his face contort as he came inside me. "Yes, sir, I feel your load. I feel it. Fuck!" He opened his eyes and looked into mine. "I'm gonna work that in for a few minutes. Make sure you get every drop." Phil continued fucking me with short rough bucks. "Damn that's a nice hole." I fell back to sleep after Phil pulled out. It was nighttime when he mounted my ass again—from behind this time, as I slept on my stomach. He didn't say anything. I think he wanted me to stay asleep. He just used his legs to kick mine apart, then he easily speared my open hole with his massive raw cock. For the rest of the night, we remained connected like that: Phil slowly pumping his cock in and out of me while we drifted in and out of sleep.

Boys have more fun, not blondes as the saying goes

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We open the door to find Nate with his sexy buddy. They come in and set their things on the countertop. Scott and I both only have jockstraps on (sweaty and cum-stained, mind you) - so the fellas also begin to get more comfortable. Nate hits the pipe and Scott lets Nate's huge dick escape and gets down to sucking. Nate moans and his eyes rolling to the back of his head showed us how good he was feeling. Our new buddy was taking it all in....and hit the pipe a few times too. I leaned in for a shotgun and gave him some tongue to which he reciprocated hotly. He stood about 5'10" probably 195 or so. Cornfed midwestern football player looking mother fucker. He was definitely a turn on. I watched him smoke a little and started to loosen his jeans for him. He wasn't wearing underwear which was really hot. His cock flopped out and he was sporting major beer can wood. Probably 6 or 7 inches but thick as fuck! Scott greedily turned his attention to that monster and I dove into that beefy, hairy butt. It was a little sweaty and a hint of cum. Nate's cum I assumed. After a few minutes I couldn't resist much longer and stood up and pushed my jockstrap aside and let my hard cock rest against his hairy butt. He wanted it as much as I did and backed up a bit and took my dick in his hand - guiding it closer to his hole. We fucked against the countertop for a few minutes and Nate fucked Scott's sloppy hole right beside us. Pretty fucking intense. Nate pumped out another hot load in Scott and headed to the rest room. We temporarily stopped our play to smoke a bit more and change the porn DVD. Nate had to depart but left it up to his buddy whether to stay or leave with him. Obviously, we were hoping he'd stay but he needed to let his dogs out. Reality check, I guess. and didn't realize that the sun was about to rise. Jotted down our names, numbers and the address for him and told him to come back in a bit. He didn't confirm or deny but we could tell he was definitely pondering the thought. It wasn't more than 5 minutes or so later that he sent a text asking for the pipe to be loaded and the door unlocked for another round in about 45 minutes. Fuck yea!

While Scott was cleaning and licking every inch of that black cock, i knelt down to play with his sloppy hole. It was warm and wet and I stuck two fingers in to play with the cum and to keep his hole hungry - although I knew that wasn't going to be a problem since Nate's load was tina-charged. Nate told us to continue having fun and that he had some errands to run and would check back with us later. I certainly hoped so because I wanted that raw black dick inside me. He left us the with the pipe, the lighter and a baggie of meth. As the door shut, I struck the lighter so Scott could tear open the bag to load the pipe. We were both rock fucking hard and passing the pipe back and forth. VerbaI piggy talk as i fucked his muscle butt....all cummy and sloppy. We hit the pipe again and decided it was time to for a scenery change. We agreed that if we came across some hot fuckers we'd stay at the sex club and drain some cock for a bit. If not, we'd head back to Scott's and play some more and log in to bbrt/a4a/scruff to hunt for bareback dick. There wasn't much of interest in the club, at least not in present view. So, we decided to head out. We're back at Scott's both high as fuck and we had two hot studs back to back with big dicks that wanted to pump bareback (even though the profiles said safe). Scott thinks he had at least 5 loads in by that point so I asked him to sit on my face and let me munch. I sucked that throbbing hole and ate as much nut as I could. When you think about it, it's really fucking hot to eat stranger's loads out of your buddy's muscle ass. I shared the cum remnants on my tongue for him and we kissed deeply when there was another knock on the door. Paolo was a neighbor in Scott's building and we'd all played a couple times. Always safe, unfortunately and never fucked up on tina. He said he saw horny and saw us both online and figured we were together. He was barely in the doorway before we had his pants down. A really sexy fucker with a thick Brazilian accent and a thick Brazilian cock. He was quite horned up so we knew we had a decent chance of getting him to bareback one of us. Scott was performing his usual deep throat magic while I was laying back on the bed staring into his eyes and fingering my fuzzy hole. He kept licking his lips and eventually nudged his way onto the bed and grabbed me by the ankles to line his raw cock up to my hole. He teased the tip and it felt so hot and I knew he wanted to shove it deep and breed my ass. He overthought it, though, and pulled back and hopped to his jeans to get a rubber. Obviously, I was disappointed but I still wanted Paolo's pole. And he clearly wanted my hole. He pounded the shit out of me for three or four minutes before blasting. My God I was so envious of that fucking rubber. As he pulled out, I gently grabbed his cock and the rubber and said I'd take care of it and darted off to the bathroom. Scott escorted our Brazilian stud out and joined me in the bathroom. Of course I saved the rubber with Paolo's huge cum wad. I emptied it onto Scott's tongue and we passionately made out for a few minutes sharing that tasty DNA. We knew it was time to kick it up a notch. And we wanted Nate back - or at least some other huge black cock. Like clockwork, we hear a text alert on Scott's phone. It's Nate and he's dropping a buddy off in the neighborhood and was wondering if we were still 'up'. Scott jokingly said to swing by his place before dropping his buddy off. There was a couple seconds of silence on the other end while Nate was probably pondering .... and finally said, "ok cool, we can drop by for a minute." We scrambled for a minute or two to clean up the condo a bit - you know how it can be in a sketchy state. And before we knew it, another knock on the door.....

I am a bottom and i love to BE rimmed, but hate TO rim. Same since i'm a bottom, i don't top so the close i go to a guys hole is his cock/balls.

Hey, pigs -- I'm working on the next part of the story. In the meantime, I figured you might appreciate this little series of photos I shot last night...

I got 5 loads last night at Slammers in Ft. Lauderdale! First one was almost as soon as I walked in the door by this TOTALLY hot top! Took a load in the mouth in addition to the 5 in my ass!