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THE NEWEST STAFF MEMBER Part 1: MeaTing the appliCUNTS “NEXT!” Riley called at full volume into the large gymnasium/impromptu waiting room, before glancing up and realizing there was only one kid still waiting to interview for the sales position. “Oh sorry kid…didn’t see you there…you know this position is for 18 or older, right?” “Yessir,” responded the lad who Riley guessed to be 15 at the oldest, based on his height, smooth skin, round cheeks and the layer of baby fat still clinging to his trim frame. Sensing the older man’s disbelief, the boy produced his Velcro wallet by tugging on the chain connecting it to his neon green belt, which contained a driver’s license that showed him to be 18 only two weeks before. “See dude…I mean, sir. Just turned 18 on the 23rd of last month.” “I see that,” Riley said, still examining the ID. The edge of the window containing the laminated sheet conveniently covered the expiration date, making the man smirk to himself. He remembered using the same trick when using his cousin’s expired ID to get into clubs in college. Still the boy was able to answer all the trick questions Riley could come up with (what is your sign? Isn’t your house right down the street from ______? I guess that means you graduated in _____?), so he let it drop and turned his attention to the kid’s application as he turned to head back into the office. “I don’t wanna waste your time young man,” Riley said to the boy, offering him a seat across the small desk from where he’d set up his laptop. “We’re looking for someone with some sales experience, and the only work you’ve done is mowing lawns and walking dogs.” “If you give me a chance Mr. um” The boy paused, realizing he’d forgotten to catch Riley’s name when he announced it to the group earlier that morning. “Marx. Riley Marx.” The older man reminded him, smirking again at the inexperience the teen showed. “Seriously?” The boy’s face widened with a smile, making him seem even younger. “Riley is my name too!” “Is that so?” Marx returned the smile as he glanced down at the application the teen filled out and turned into him. “This says your name is Robert Dawson.” “Uh, yeah.” The boy’s voice cracked as his mind sped to find an explanation. “that’s, you know, my, um, legal name. Everyone just, um, CALLS me Riley, cause, um, my Dad’s name is Robert too and that way we don’t get mixed up.” It was more likely that this young man really was named Riley and the ID and name belonged to a similar looking older brother or perhaps even a family friend, but Riley Marx decided he would let it slide since the boy seemed so relieved that he was not asking any follow up questions. Instead he sat back and listened to the determined teen insist that, given the chance, he’d prove himself to be a hard worker, quick learner and dedicated employee. He told a sad tale of his acceptance into a program at the nearby community college, but being unable to afford it as the 5th of 7 kids. It was tempting to hire the boy, but Marx knew better than to give in to such fancies when corporate sent him to handle the hiring of a new sales force at jobfairs like this one. They cared very little about sweet stories and high hopes in comparison to high volume sales and technical know-how. Heartbroken, the boy stood and shook the hand of the 43 year old interviewer and walked slowly towards the door, nodding along as he heard the same reasons he’d heard at every interview he’d been to since dropping out of school and getting his GED. As he was about to step back into the gym, now eerily quiet and lonely with no one left waiting, he stopped and turned to make one last plea. “Please sir, I gotta get some money and move out on my own. I can’t take another day sleeping in a room with my 3 brothers, sharing one bathroom between the 9 of us,” the younger Riley begged, his eyes welling up with tears. The older Riley was still ready to stand firm until the boy uttered the three most perfect words: “I’ll do anything.” “I can’t hire you for the company,” Riley Marx repeated, causing the boy to look down and sigh, but his gaze shot up as the man continued. “But, if you’re willing, I’ve been looking for someone to work for me as a pool cleaner, grounds keeper and general go-fer at my house. I can’t pay much, but you could stay in the basement while you’re working for me, and there should be plenty of spare time for you to find another part-time job and perhaps even start school again.” “I’LL TAKE IT! ” The boy shouted, lunging back into the room and thrusting his hand into the older man’s palm. “Thanks so much dude, this is awesome-“ “Not so fast!” The man said, stopping the pumping hand grasping his own, and pulling the teen in slightly. “If I’m gonna put my ass on the line for you, there will be no more of this Dude stuff. It will be Sir or Mr. Marx, and I will call you Riley or kid, got it?” “Yes Ri- I mean Yes sir, Mr. Marx.” The teen was a quick study. “Good, and one more thing,” Mr Marx lowered his voice and pulled the teen even closer, until his sandy brown mop of hair was so near to Mr. Marx’ nose that he could smell the cheap shampoo and sweet scent of hair gel, making his dick begin to harden inside his designer briefs. “I can’t have my neighbors thinking I hired some random kid off the streets or wake up to your parents banging on my door, demanding I return their little boy, so as far as your family is concerned, you tell them you’ve got a job working as a camp counselor and won’t be able to call or text or anything except occasionally email. If anyone near my house asks, you’re my nephew, and you’re living with me until you find a job, understood kid?” “Yes sir, Mr Marx. Thank you sir!” They shared a momentary “bro-hug” (one arm pat on the back while shaking the other arm) and the teen dashed off with instructions to check his email when he got home, where he would find Mr. Marx address and the time and day that weekend he was to arrive. Now that the kid was gone, Marx wasted no time in opening his laptop, freeing his hard cock from his khakis and briefs and setting to work to find the boy on social media. With the help of the 20 year old female profile, (Tricia) he’d created to aid in such searches, he quickly landed on the home page, blog and profile of one Riley Dawson. Jerking furiously, he scrolled through album after album of pictures from school dances, summer parties, family vacations, until he found some pictures from a friend’s slumber party with a lock on them. Two lines of flirting with the boy who’d posted them and a friend request from Tricia was all it took to get the password and Marx had to slow his stroking to stop from cumming right then and there. From start to finish, the photos showed the kid and a few buddies performing a strip show for some girls, each lad eventually ending up in nothing but a sock pulled on over his semi-hard teen tent pole. Some of the teens were better hung or more ripped, but none of them had the cute, innocent, cherubic look that Riley Dawson had. Plus, the kid was nearly hairless from head to toe, except for a light dusting under each arm, a slight trail from his belly button to his “sock” and some peach fuzz on his calves, forearms and buns. The most promising pictures appeared once the boys were back in their boxers though. A set showing the underage party goers enjoying a bottle of jack daniels, jello shots and a very large bong with a huge bowl filled to the brim with green, sticky-looking weed. The last photo in the collection featured the kid, bong in one hand, plastic cup filled with jack and coke in the other, as he exhaled a mighty cloud of smoke towards the camera. Jumping up with his pants around his ankles and dashing as best he could to the door, Marx locked it and shut the blinds over the window looking out from the rec center office onto the empty gym. He could hear the sounds of kids playing ball in the next gym over and occasionally their coach’s whistle, but he risked the possibility of being found in favor of smoking while jerking to the photos of his new guest. Whipping out his glass bubble, he sparked the torch and melted the crystal puddle inside it. His hand left his throbbing 9 inch prime cut of meat long enough to take a massive hit from the pipe, before setting it aside and continuing his work. He imagined how easy it was going to be to convince the kid to try smoking tina, and with a small dose of g to ease the road, how much fun they’d have once he had the kid, nude, lubed and stuffed full of his massive member. Closing his eyes and seeing the teen’s smile, he heard the boy’s voice repeat over and over “I’ll do anything” and could see his face change into a gasp of ecstasy as his imaginary penis covered them both in boycum, while his sweet virgin hole took every inch of Marx meat until he was swallowed entirely by boybuns. Fountains of sperm erupted from the perverted drug-dealing middle-aged man’s cock at that moment. The desk, keyboard, screen, cheap carpet, squeaky old rolling chair, his shirt, pants, briefs, tie and even the calendar pinned up behind him all received a healthy shot of seamen across them, soaking in where they could, and otherwise drying until sticky and crusty white. When the last spasm shook his body, Mr. Marx collected himself, emailed the photos to a couple of friends and packed up his belongings. The idea of cleaning his fluids from the office furniture or at least wiping off the boys basketball calendar crossed his mind, but he decided to leave things as they were, since no one would be back to this office for a few hours anyway, and by then the stains would be mistaken for spilled soda or sunscreen. “Shit,” Mr. Marx stopped just outside the door to the exit, and turned instead to the locker room, since he could see the splash of cum across his oxford, tie and pants now that he was under the fluorescent lights of the gym once more. Standing at the sink, he dabbed the spots with cold water, and while he saved the shirt and khakis, he knew there was no chance for the tie. Untying it and pulling it from round his neck, he rolled it up and tucked it in his pocket, deciding to save it anyway, his mind filling with naughty thoughts of how many ways he could use it to restrain his new teenage boytoy. His cock was hard again, so he turned around and walked back towards the stalls, only stopping when he heard a soft moan coming from a changing booth at the far end of the lockerroom. Glancing down to where it originated, he had a hard time seeing since the lights were out at that end and the sun had set enough to only give a soft glow through the frosted glass bricks that lined the top of the stalls. Still, he couldn’t miss the unmistakable sound of a lighter clicking and a boy coughing while an older voice whispered “that’s good boy. Take another hit then get back to sucking my cock.” Sneaking closer, careful to be as quiet as possible, Mr. Marx smiled as the occupants came into view. The older voice belonged to the Basketball coach and Mr. Marx longtime friend who allowed him to use the gym for interviews. The young coughs belonged to a teen from the team, who was so busy puffing at the pipe and thrusting his hard cock against the coach’s, that he never saw the two old pervs share a smile and the coach signal for Mr. Marx to come join them. The boy choked and coughed on his huge cloud, but the coach wasted no time before shoving the young college bound ball player’s head towards his hefty 8 inch uncut black meat. With his mouth impaled on the black battering ram, no one heard his muffled scream as Mr. Marx unleashed his dripping dick and speared it up the boy’s hole. Crying and struggling, the boy was no match for the two older, more experienced men, who had raped barely legal lads like him for nearly twenty years together. It wasn’t until he was so defeated that he went limp that his arms were allowed to fall from where the coach had twisted them behind his back. Knees buckling, he only whimpered as they twirled him onto his back on the changing booth floor and continued tag teaming his hole while feeding him hit after hit off the pipe. Soon he had two sizeable cumloads inside him, and his own boyjizz splattered all over his smooth tan abs, team jersey, and smeared across his coffee colored lips and burgeoning black moustache. “Thanks for letting me get in on that,” Marx said as the men watched the teen limp to his beaten-up old sedan and speed off towards home. Experience told him not to worry about the young man possibly reporting him for rape. To young latin studs like him, masculinity was everything, and if it got out that he’d taken the sperm of a black stallion and some white business man, he’d be dead to his family, and never be able to find a woman who would marry him. “I’ll text you this weekend, Coach, once my new pool boy moves in and you can return the favor after I break in his virgin ass.” “Sounds good Mr. Marx,” The muscular black 47 year old replied as they parted ways in the parking lot. “Been awhile since we shared a virgin, you gonna invite all the guys?” “Maybe,” Marx replied, feeling his dick throb again. “we’ll see if I think he can survive a gang bang like that…” End of part 1

I'd been down to the Caribbean on business. Since it had been a hectic week and I'd arrived late in the evening, I indulged myself and slept in the next morning, then treated myself to a relaxing series of soapsuds enemas. Unashamedly, I really enjoy enemas, which is a good thing as, since I am almost exclusively an anal bottom, I like to be nice and fresh back there before entertaining visiting cocks inside my hole. Rested and cleaned out, I went out on the veranda to orient myself to the resort. The pool was close by and I immediately spotted an obviously gay couple with whom I might be able to hook up with. But first, I decided on a couple more prep enemas, this time using wine. Wine enemas make me particularly randy for cock. Enough wine enemas, and I and me and my hole are ready for anything! After letting the two wine enemas soak in and begin to work their magic, I wander out to the pool area. Providence arrived in the form of a vacant chaise lounge next to the couple I'd spotted earlier. Settling in with a book, I took a closer look at the guys. They both appeared to be in their early 40s. One was very twinkish, about 5'-6", 130#, with a delectable bubble butt. I mentioned I'm mostly a bottom, but I began to get hard thinking of sliding my cock deeply into the hole between his cheeks. The other guy was about 6'-1", 220# and solidly built. I pondered just how furiously he could pound a bottom's hole. I said, "Hi," and they replied , "Ciao." then they spoke to each other and I realized they were definitely Italian. I pointed to myself and said, "Bill." The twink said, "Mi chiamo Mario." The other guy said, "Benito." Just then, the waiter arrived with a bottle of red wine I'd ordered, and three goblets. "Vino?" I asked. They responded enthusiastically by saying, "Si, si!." I'm certain it wasn't lost on them that I had thought to have the waiter bring three goblets. I poured wine for us and we clinked out goblets and began to dink. A bottle of wine doesn't last long split three ways and it wasn't long before we'd drained two more bottles. By now, between what I'd drank, as well as the two wine enemas (more potent than usual, since I didn't want to take the time to do three of them, as I normally retain them for a bit to let them soak in nicely) I'd had, my speech was getting slurred. Not that I spoke much, due to the language barrier. I noticed Mario and Benito exchanged occasional glances and whispered comments to each other. I was certain they were setting me up as fuck score. Things were going accord to my plan. Then, Mario turned to reach for his towel and I noticed a scorpion tattoo on his right shoulder, right where any top pounding this twink's ass would be sure to see it and be advised that his cock was certainly not the first one to invade that rosebud. "Abarth?" I asked, pointing to the scorpion. Carlo Abarth was a famous Italian automotive engineer who developed many Fiat race cars. Any Italian would know who Abarth was. Mario and Benito looked at me, then at each other, giving each other a discrete wink, before laughing. "No, no Abarth." Then they muttered something between themselves. I don't speak Italian, but I think they were discussing that they though I didn't know what the scorpion signified, which was exactly what I wanted them to think. I was certain that they thought they were reeling in an innocent neg hole which they could load up with their toxic semen. After nodding to each other, Benito said something and pointed toward the suites. Obviously, they were inviting me to their room. I nodded and sad, "Si, si." Arriving at their room, Mario opened the door and led me inside. As soon as we were in the room he turned around and reached up to embrace me and kiss me. I embraced him and returned his kiss.slipping him my tongue. I heard Benito close the door before he began tugging our bathing trunks off Mario and me. Now naked, Mario led me to the bed. I climbed on beside him and he immediately began to expertly suck my already rather firm cock. In not time at all, he had me rock hard. Then he reached to the nightstand for some lube, applied it to my cock as well as a little bit to his hole. I slid two fingers into him and gently felt around inside. Amazingly, his hole was rather snug and he was very slippery inside. Obviously, he too, had had his enemas today. It was going to be fun to fuck his poz hole. Mario got into the knee-chest position, I knelt behind him and crept in close, admiring his cute little butt. He reached around and guided me to his hot little hole. I sank into him in one, smooth stroke. My cock felt like it had entered into Heaven. Mario was so velvety and wet inside. I began to slowly thrust in and out of his hole, savoring each wonderful stroke. After a few minutes of this, Mario laid flat on the bed and I began to drill down into him with faster, more powerful strokes. By now I'd lost track of what Benito was doing, but then I felt his weight behind me. I turned to look at him and our eyes met, exchanging looks of lust. I looked down and saw his raging cock was pointed right where I wanted it to be pointed - at my ass! I looked admiringly at Benito's dick. It was a healthy nine or ten inches long and had a fat, mushroom head. About three inches below the head, its girth tapered back up to easily two inches thick. I broke into a huge smile at the anticipation of being impaled by such a magnificent piece of man meat. I knew that even if he tried to slowly and gently enter me, my hole was going to hurt as I hadn't been fucked in almost a month nor had I played with any of my toys. But what I really hoped for was for Benito to ram it hard into my ass in one powerful stroke, as I love the pain of being savagely entered with subsequent hard thrusts, rather than letting my hole gradually adjust to my lover's size. I could only hope that Benito had no respect for his sub's hole and would treat mine roughly... I looked back up at Benito's face and he was proudly smiling knowing he was packing quite a cock, and that I hungered for it to be inside me. Then I looked back down to admire his cock once more before feeling him ream my hole with it. At that moment, I spotted a four inch diameter biohazard tattoo peeking through the pubes above his cock. Playing the game to the hilt, I faked a puzzled expression as I stared at his tat. Then I looked back up at him and shrugged as if to say, "I have no idea what your tattoo means." Now, Benito leered, lulled into believing he was going to stealth some naïve guy's hole, giving me a gift I'd never forget. Well, he was partly right. I just may never forget his toxic gift. But that remained a question to be answered. What his load could accomplish, however toxic, was at this point, most likely academic. I was already balls deep inside Mario and then I laid my weight fully onto him, waiting for Benito to enter me. If he did ram his cock savagely into me, I had nowhere to go forward to escape his cock's onslaught of my poor hole. I felt him slide his cock between my cheeks. I reached back to position the head of his cock at my hole. He bore down a little bit pushing his cock's head partway into my hole, but not fully opening it - just making sure enough of it was into me so that when he shoved his hips forward, his cock would not skitter off and not enter me. At that point, I let go of his cock, reached around and placed my hand on his right ass cheek, sighed, nodded, and then pulled sharply toward me on his cheek to let him know I was ready to take him inside me, and how I wanted him to enter me. My anticipation build as Benito paused, making me wait. Then, in a flash, he grunted and rammed himself hard into me, balls deep. I let out a painful groan. It felt as though a telephone pole had been rammed into me! Sheer pain stabbed my asshole! I reveled in the agony! My hole screamed out silently in abject pain! He even shoved through my second ring into my colon! After pausing for about two seconds, he pulled almost all the way out. I felt his mushroom head pop out of my hole, but its tip was still positioned just inside my hole's ring, keeping its point of aim. Then Benito pistoned in and out of me delivering at least a dozen powerful strokes before slowing to a steady, but still rapid pace. the sharp pain ebbed slowly (thankfully, as I love when the pain lasts) into a dull ache which was soon replaced by ecstasy as he pulled all the way out and then plunged back into my now gaping hole. Benito continued to drill me as Mario and I frenched each other. I think he loved that I was inside him as his lover pounded me. The pressure of Benito's cock against my prostate, filling my rectum, had me on the verge of exploding my load into Mario. It was now time to do so, to deliver my load, to release my seed into Mario, With the space Benito gave me, I was able to begin thrusting in and out of Mario again. As I pulled out of Mario, I was backing up onto Benito's cock, so the sensations from my cock, rectum, prostate and anus were incredible. I began thrusting rapidly into Mario's hole. I could hear Benito panting. I knew my hole was milking his cock to its toxic climax. As I began to sharply thrust my cock into Mario to deliver my load to him, I sensed that was blowing his, what I knew to be a toxic load into my hole, and I savored receiving every drop of his venomous semen, It was even better than knowing that he thought he was stealthing me, that I didn't know he was pumping poison into me without my knowledge. My balls emptied, I collapsed onto Mario and felt Benito collapse onto me, my cock sealing my load inside Mario, knowing Benito's dirty load was sealed inside me where my colon walls would begin to absorb his virus, regardless of any effort I could make to defend myself, as being able to stave off the diffusion of his potentially deadly virus through my permeable colonic membranes into my bloodstream was simply nothing that I, could consciously control, just as I had no control of the absorption of the alcohol from my wine enemas that made me crave Benito's cock's load, regardless of what it could or would deliver deep within me. In a little while, we uncoupled from each other and fell asleep for a while. Long ago I accepted that I was a barebacking cumslut, even when I was sober. I refused no uncovered cock's load. I have always felt that cum was meant to be pumped into hole, never into rubbers. Let fate decide the consequences. The addition of wine, infused however, but especially colonically, simply changed my need for raw loads into a craving for raw loads. After we awoke, I sucked Mario's cock and then rolled over to take a load from him. I saw Mario and Benito winking at each other right before Mario entered me. I knew they were convinced they were pulling a fast one on me and that Mario was going to give me another load of toxic seed. After taking Mario's poison, Mario sucked my cock. Now hard again, I gestured to Benito that I wanted to do him, too. He laughed, probably thinking to himself, "What harm could it be?" and then he laid flat on the bed in submission to the cock of the guy he'd just seeded. Mario knelt beside us and guided my cock to Benito's hole, guiding me into it. I gave Benito a pretty decent pounding, giving his hole a respectable load. Afterwards I went into the bathroom to take a whiz and saw a big enema bag hanging from the shower curtain rod. After relieving myself, I brought the bag out with me and, pointed to it and said, "Vino," indicating I wanted a wine enema. They looked at each other and expressions of realization washed over their faces. Now they knew why I'd been so tipsy earlier - I'd taken wine enemas. I wasn't worried that the enemas I was about to get would wash their toxic loads out of me as I knew that enough time had passed for their loads to have soaked into me. Benito order a half a dozen bottles of "vino bianco" and several more of 'vino rosso', red for one end of us and white for the other end, from room service. When the delivery boy arrived, Benito poured a bottle of white wine into the upheld bag, already partially filled with hot diluting water, with the bag's nozzle already up my ass as I laid on the bed. The boy was wide-eyed! I looked directly at him and smiled as the enema began to run into me. Mario was beside me and I began to suck his cock. Benito's was still shiny from having fucked me earlier and I'll bet the delivery boy had a good idea where Benito's cock had been. We all shared taking and giving the wine enemas. Mario, being small, needed only one wine enema. Benito and I each took two. Just as our second enemas had flowed in, there was a soft knock on the door. I didn't know it, but their friends Sergio and Franco had just arrived from the airport. After quick introductions, the two of them retired to the bathroom to flush each other out, In the meantime, Benito and I absorbed our second wine enemas. By the time they'd cleaned out, it was time for Benito and me to expel our enemas. We were both pretty well gassed, s we'd been guzzling wine as well as we held our enemas. With Sergio and Franco cleaned out, we now had time for introductions. Sergio spoke a little bit of English and did some translating for me as to what was being said, which were the details of how Mario, Benito and I had spent the afternoon. It soon became apparent that the next activity was going to be more butt fucking and my hole was going to be the focus of their cocks' attention, which was fine with me. As Sergio told me that both he and Franco wanted to fuck the hell out of my hole, Benito told them that it could take one hell of a pounding. I got butterflies at the thought of getting tag teamed by all of them. Sparing the details, for the sake of keeping the rest of the story short, Franco nailed me first. as soon as he pulled out, Sergio slid his cock into me and gave my hole quite the drilling. I noticed Sergio and Franco had both scorpion and biohazard tattoos. Although I made no outward note of the tattoos, I knew they were delivering toxic loads into me too. Then I sucked Mario's cock and swallowed its load as Benito spit roasted me from behind, pumping his second load of venom into me. My hole was getting pretty sore by now - fucked by four different raw cocks. Though not as big as Benito, Sergio and Franco still had decent sized dicks. Then Sergio laid on the bed and told me to straddle him. I crawled on top of him and guided his cock up into myself. My hole felt pretty loose. Then Franco got behind me and started to work his cock up into my hole too. I was getting DPed! Finally! I'd longed for this moment and it was being done by pozzed cocks! It was a stretch for my hole, but Franco got himself into me. He pounded another load into me then pulled out. Immediately, Benito crawled behind me. I knew that he intended to DP me too, but I thought that due to his size, it'd be impossible. But he managed to squash his mushroom head into me, then he rammed his hips forward, like he did the first time he entered me, stabbing my aching asshole with the shaft of his monster. All over again, my hole shrieked in silent pain! Once again, I savored his cock's abuse of my hole! I thought that surely he must have torn me. Sure enough, after they both pumped yet another load each into me and then pulled out, I reached around to feel how loose my hole felt and upon looking at my fingers, I saw fresh blood. They'd definitely torn up my hole. I knew the fissures would provide yet another path for their dirty loads to enter my bloodstream, as I knew they knew, too. I saw the four of them smirking at each other, gloating over most likely pozzing some unsuspecting guy. I could tell they were pretty pleased with themselves. By now it was late and I needed to pack and catch the shuttle bus to the airport in the morning. I said my goodbyes and painfully waddled my way back to my room. I crawled into bed and fell asleep, knowing their loads would soak into my colon walls overnight. In the morning, my hole was pleasantly sore, reminding me of the brutal workout it had received, but it no longer ached, something I actually did wish for. Since the flight home would not be short, I took a couple of enemas to ensure I wouldn't have any "problems" on the way home, like a bloody cum fart. As I listened to the drone of the engines on the way home, in semi-reverie, I thought back to the afternoon a couple of months ago when I received the phone call telling me that the results of my test were positive. After having barebacked indiscriminately for years, I'd finally gotten infected. I figured as much after waking one morning with what had to be, at long last, the fuck flu. The test done a few days later merely confirmed my suspicions. I figure that night at the bathhouse did me in at last. Given the number of guys who fucked me that night - there were over 30 Sharpie marks on my abdomen - I finally found the load that would breach my defenses. Something I missed, now being poz, was knowing that since I was poz, I would never get the fuck flu again. I'd actually been chasing the bug for years and, in a way, experiencing the flu was part of the allure, as well as a reward for fulfilling my quest. Honestly, I had wanted to experience, no, I craved the experience of getting the fuck flu. I felt it was the just reward for getting infected. My only regret was that, unlike a woman, who could experience the thrill of pregnancy over and over again, I'd only get the fuck flu once, figuring that once I was carrying some guy's babies, that was it. A couple of weeks after returning from the trip, one afternoon, an awful feeling struck me. It felt like the fuck flu all over again, but even worse this time! How could that be? I was already pozzed! Then an email arrived from Sergio asking how I was doing. We'd exchanged email addresses. he said Mario and Benito got sick a week after getting home and then, a week later, he and Franco were attacked too. They'd all gotten checked out at a clinic. I asked, "What kind of clinic?" He finally fessed up and said they were all poz and that I ought to get myself tested because none of them were on meds and were pretty viral. I played dumb and asked whether or not Mario and Benito tried to take advantage of me. I didn't want to use the word "stealthing" and tip him off. He said, "Yes, they figured you were a newbie that was looking for some gay sex while away on vacation where no one knew you, and they could convert yet another guy while they worked as a team." "Another guy?" I asked? "Yeah," he replied, adding that Mario and Benito make a game of pozzing unsuspecting guys, especially married guys. "So far they've pozzed 15 guys they know of. They've been doing it for three years now, but their count has to be higher than that." He also mentioned that they all like to get recharged. I asked what he meant by that. He told me that you can get re-infected with different strains. Dang, that explained the fluy feeling I was having. I'll bet they recharged me with some European strains they were packing, since they made a game of getting recharged and likely had more than one strain flowing through their veins. I was excited! I was pregnant again! And I probably felt worse this time because I'd gotten more than one new strain! Then, I realized that if all of them had gotten sick, I probably recharged them too, with my strain, which they didn't have over there. I hadn't gone on meds yet either, wanting to spread my gift for as long as possible to as many fertile, hungry holes as wanted my testicular venom. I also took satisfaction that while they thought they were stealthing me, none of them had the slightest idea that they were the ones getting stealthed, as I knew all along that they were packing dirty loads, all of which I was eagerly accepting into my enema scoured and very fertile colon, even if I didn't know about recharging. They'd unknowingly given me a gift, and not the one they thought they were sharing with me. Anyway, I told him that I felt fine, but would get tested immediately. A week later I wrote to him telling him that my test came back neg. He couldn't understand how I could have not gotten pozzed as they were all packing highly viral loads, had dumped plenty of semen into me and even tore my hole, but I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction that I knew what they were up to, Now though, I am on a new quest, that of getting recharged over and over again, simply to experience yet another attack of the fuck flu, knowing I've been knocked up once again and am carrying one more guy's babies inside me.

Chapter 2: I met Mike a couple of years back when I was just 21, a few weeks from my 22nd birthday, and we quickly became regular fuckbuds. At that time, I thought I was sexually adventurous. Mike, however, opened me up more sexually. Mike fucked me, occasionally shared his piss with me, and my favorite part, he liked group sex and took me to sex parties. It took almost no time before I was chasing the bug with him. I had always barebacked, without giving it much thought, now I hungry for a poz man’s cock. I wouldn’t say we were ever dating, but we were close, we had a lot of sex, and spent a lot of time together. I met Mike on BBRT. Another cute versatile guy among the hundreds. Mike’s profile listed his stats as 24, 5’7”, 135lbs, large cock and his HIV status read, 'Ask me'. I wasn’t sure about that part but I really wanted that cock in me; I was hot for him. I unlocked my pics and noticed he checked out my profile. A minute or two later he had unlocked and I had emails from him. I thought about it and supposed 'Ask me' might well mean he was HIV+, but I was interested, I replied and simply asked. Mike’s reply was “I'm probably neg, but always bareback and want guys to ask." "Why not just say 'Not sure'", I asked. He had no answer, but only replied “Looking .. text me,” giving me his number. I showered and cleaned out and in about 30 minutes was at his front door. He answered the door, looked like pics, but he had serious bed head. He was wearing a t-shirt and nothing else. We made eye contact, I smiled, “Haaaa… looks like I’m overdressed” I said, and in attempt to impress him, stripped right there in the foyer. He kissed me, “Let’s go to my bedroom.” He led me down the hall, I sat on the end of his bed, him standing over me, and we kissed again. It was amazing, his lips were so soft and when his tongue invaded my mouth I got an instant hard-on. He looked down at me, “You’re neg too?” I nodded, “Cool,” he murmured. I kept the eye contact as I lowered myself to my knees, licked the head of his cock while he watched, “Ahhhh … mmmmm … feels good," he moaned. I went slowly, licking the slit, then the head, then taking as much of his cock in as I could get. Back and forth I repeated the motions. I knew it was working, in 3.2 seconds he had become a leaky faucet of precum, and I was greedily swallowing every drop. His hands rested on my head as I serviced him. “Stand up," he ordered, and upon doing so, he again kissed me. Mike pointed to the bed, “Turn around and get on all fours. Show me that hot hole of yours." I climbed on the bed, head down, ass up, spreading my legs and ass with it – I wanted to feel vulnerable and exposed. I wanted him to fuck me. “So hot”, I hear him say softly. He got up on the bed close to me, and ran his hand over my ass and lightly into the crack … teasing. I heard what sounded like him pulling a finger from his mouth, then I felt pain, he shoved his middle finger right up inside me. “Ahhhhh … ahhhh,” I gasped. In a subdued voice he remarked “Mmmmm … Yeah that’s what you want … oh fuck that’s a nice, tight hole." I knew he was just looking down at me – lightly massaging inside me, this time he spoke up, “Yeah I’m gonna fuck and breed you like a little bitch. You’re queer for my seed ain’tcha?” The words were like a drug, “Yes … Yes I am." “Yes, what? You want this raw cock and seed?” This time I didn’t hold back, “Fuck yes I do! Fuck I want that raw cock and seed!" “That’s right boy .. mmmmm .. gonna breed that ass so deep.” Mike removed his finger from my ass, leaned in a little bit and then I could hear the lube as he stroked some on his cock a few times, then another squeeze, and I could feel cold lube running into the crack of my ass. “Bitch, it's time to breed that hole." He then placed one of his hands on my waist and I knew the other was on his cock; I could feel his cock head touching my hole. Mike was about to put that hot cock where his finger had been. I wanted it. I pushed back a little let him know. “Ahhhh … ! Ahhhhh fuck!”, I cried out as he pushed in and his big dick invaded the tight space of my ass. “That’s right boy … fuck, … ahhhh … that’s right, fuck … give that ass to me … gonna breed you so deep – fill you with cum." I knew Mike could feel how tight I was but it didn’t stop him from using slow, constant pressure n his cock, “That’s it … so hot … ahhhh… ahhhh... fuck yeah, .. fuck yeah," and he bottomed out, “That’s all of me babe … got that raw cock all the way in." I moaned, “MMMMMMMM”, it stung but feeling his hairy nuts touching my ass made me want his load that much more. He moved back out almost as slowly as he entered, then back in again. It didn’t take very long before he was pounding my ass hard. I could hear his balls slapping against my ass as he pushed all the way in. "Fuck me, mmmmmm… fuck … fuck … yeah, fuck me," I begged. Mike now grunted in reply “Fuck yeah, take my cock, bitch!” I kept my face down in the comforter as he rode my ass like a pro. I had been fucked many times before but Mike was riding this ass like a champion at a Rodeo. “Spread your cheeks more for me”, I reached back, “Yeah like that… like that”, it felt like that raw cock pushed in a little deeper, if that was even possible. “Fuck yeah … breed my ass … I want it. Fuck .. fuck .. yeah you want this dirty load don’t you?” I had no idea what we were even saying, “Yeah, I do," I replied. I was too involved to give any other reply. Mike rode me like that for a solid 10 minutes and I could tell from his grunts he was about to go over the edge. “ahhhhh … I’m close … fuck! … I’m getting close babe, … gonna dump this huge load inside you … ahhhh”, “Fuck yea … fuck I want it”. Mike made a few final firmly planted thrusts, and then it happened, “AHHHHHHHHHHHH … FUCKKKKK … FUCKKKKKK”, I felt him make one final thrust in deep and I knew he was squirting his load into my guts. “FUCK!”, he shouted, as I felt his cock spasm and the sweat from his balls against me. There was no mistaking I had just taken another man’s cum. We were both hot and sweating when the a/c kicked on … we stayed connected like that for a few more minutes, neither one of us wanting to move or let his cock slip out of my hole. “That was so hot .. did you get what you wanted?” It seemed a bit of an odd question, but I just replied with, “Fuck yeah I did. I wanted your big load. It was so hot." Mike withdrew and lay down beside me and we started to share soft kisses as we lay there just soaking in the whole experience. “So you like this raw cock huh?” “Love it … that was so hot.” “Nice … we gonna do it again?” I replied “Hell yeah, anytime.” “You up for group fun sometime, too? Fuck bud of mine loves breeding ass … he usually just fucks me." The image of Mike taking raw cock while fucking me went through my head, “Bareback?” “Yeah, it's the only way I get fucked," he replied. I just laughed, “Yeah, I’m up for that anytime." Mike looked at me, “Kevin … he’s poz … that still cool?” I hadn’t given it any thought before, but this made me acknowledge, even as hot as he was, I had just let another guy I didn’t really know cum inside my ass. I know there was a risk, but in the few seconds it took me to process his question I could tell he wasn’t sure if he should’ve said anything, so I just spit out, “I’m good … yeah,.. yeah, it's cool.” “You sure? I gotta say, I fuckin' love his cock too." “I’m sure, yeah, I’m sure. Will he want to fuck me?” “He might. Yeah, I think so. You might as well let him." “Yeah.” “You just took my cum, and he’s been fucking me for a while now.” I smiled back at Mike, “Yeah, he can definitely fuck me if he wants.” I swallowed hard, then I just kissed him. Mike just smiled a mischievous grin.

Chapter 1: By the time I was 23 I had become quite a cum slut. I couldn’t seem to get enough cock and cum inside me, I would hook up with younger guys, older guys – I had to have cock. Before that It took me all of about a year to go from just being a bareback bottom to full on bug chasing and I wanted a man to convert me. I’ve always barebacked. I think bare is the only way I men should fuck, and I was getting fucked a lot -- especially right before I converted. To a point, I mostly didn’t think a lot about getting infected, I just wanted to take loads from as many guys as I could and occasionally share mine. The anonymous encounters were the best and always got my cock squirting. Then something happened that had not happened before, one of my favorite fuck buds informed me that he had just tested positive for HIV. I didn’t react badly, to be honest, we wound up talking on the phone and in person about it. We were pretty close for fuckbuds and one thing led to another … he fucked me and stayed the night, neither of us seemed to care. We had been chasing HIV, we weren’t dumb, and so it wasn’t entirely a surprise when one of us tested poz. I even created a profile on BBRT with a status of 'Positive' and began exclusively hooking up with guys whose status was listed as 'Positive', 'Undetectable', or 'Not sure'. The versatile 'Not sure' guys were my favorite guilty pleasure. Sure enough at some point, one of the many loads of cum I took, maybe even the one of the ones from my fuck bud, sealed the deal for me. I remember the day I got the news. Since the time my fuck bud told me he tested poz I had tried to mentally prepare myself for those words, I had been having a lot of bareback sex with him and lots of other guys, and I thought to myself, 'I guess you got what you wanted. Now you’re a poz cum slut'. To some it might seem perverted but I boned up when I got the call about my test results. The nurse confirmed it and, of course, the doctor, who I thought was kind of hot, wanted me to come back in to discuss treatment. I honestly had a raging hard-on the entire time he talked to me, and while part of me hoped he didn’t notice, part of me hoped he did. Anyhow, he told me that day that my viral load was very high, in fact it was almost one million. He also told me my viral load might well continue to rise for a while, and I should avoid sexual contact, as there was a substantial risk that at this point, more than down the line, that I would infect any guys with whom I played. I got back to my car, a little sweaty, head spinning, and realized I was incredibly turned on; I’d had a lot of sex chasing this bug and testing poz just now was the result of that. I was just 23 years old, and I was HIV+. An evil grin crossed my face, I knew that a lot of other men, hopefully, would end up HIV+ at the firing end of this boy’s rock hard dick. I jacked off right there in the hospital parking lot. Sweaty, tired and covered in poz cum, I took off my shirt, wiped up the mess, and drove home. (The backstory ... I decided to create a new story ... more chapters to follow soon, hope you guys enjoy)

Saw a hot furry guy on Grindr looking for dick, I needed hole so came over, he asked if I was into restraints, I said sure. I got there, he was a hot furry guy in a jock, and told me "youre in control". I restrained his arms and rimmed him and blindfolded him. I was about to fuck him when he asks "do you have a condom on". Ugh. Awkward. I told him they turned me off. He asked me like twice, "do you have anything". Well, I told him no, I don't. Because I don't know what "anything means". Hehe. After all he didn't ask "are you poz" lol. So was fair game. And then he started asking me to fuck him. I kind of got weird energy from him, he said once, "please pull out" I did and asked if he was ok, he said yes, it just feels weird, but please keep fucking me. I did, and bred him very deep. He then jerked and came all over himself. Was definitely a good stealth breeding hehe. I'm undetectable so he won't get it but still, was fun and he had a hot furry tight hole. And I got what I wanted.

Part 4 At work I generally come across as serious and measured and I am viewed by most people as very professional and as someone who makes sound decisions. They have no idea I get off on taking risks and that on quite a few occasions now I have dropped my pants and fucked bareback at work. For me, that is a major part of the turn on. The next opportunity to have sex at work came along when one of my team managers went on maternity leave and I had to recruit a replacement for nine months. The guy we appointed was called Gary - he was mid 30s, quite well built and quite a strong personality. He settled in quite well but I actually found him quite challenging to manage. He made no secret of the fact he was gay and one night on a management team night out when he had had a few drinks he let slip his username on a well known cruising website. I looked it up of course and found that he had quite an interesting profile. The profile said he was a bottom and liked to be fucked. He had put "usually" for safe sex but his profile contained a couple of video clips of him being fucked bareback and even one with him pushing a load out of his arse. A few months later I ran Gary home after another management team night out. Once again he had had quite a bit to drink and on the drive home his conversation became more and more suggestive and I realised he was coming on to me. I tried to steer the conversation onto more neutral topics but his conversation became more and more explicit and when we parked up outside his house he asked me if I wanted to come in. I was very tempted - having seen his profile I knew that if I went in with him there was every chance I would get to fuck him and I hadn't shot a load for several days. He was an attractive guy - although he always said he had a fat arse (which was true) - it was an arse I would really like to have fucked. However, I knew it would not be a good idea to fuck someone that I managed - especially as I was finding him quite challenging and even more so as I knew he was not the most discreet person in the world when he had had a few drinks. So I tactfully explained that I didn't think it was a good idea as we worked together and assured him it was not that I didn't want to. He seemed to be ok with this and I watched him climb drunkenly out the car and make his way over to his house, his shirt hanging out his trousers. I knew I had done the right thing but I was fucking horny - so I took a detour and drove up to Hampstead Heath and before long I was fucking a young lad in a hoodie who was bent over the fuck tree. After that Gary and I seemed to get on better - he never referred to what had happened that night and the rest of his time working for me passed quite quickly. When he came to the end of his contract we went out for drinks. Once again Gary had quite a bit to drink and once again I drove him home. He was silent for a while and then he asked me if I remembered the last time I had driven him home. I said yes and he asked if I had been honest when I said the only reason I wouldn't have sex with him was because we worked together. I said yes. He said he had thought maybe I was just saying that because I didn't find him attractive. For someone who was usually very confident he seemed genuinely concerned so I assured him (quite truthfully) that I thought he was a very attractive guy and the only reason I didn't have sex with him was because we worked together. We had parked up in the garage area near his house now and he looked at me. "We don't work together any more" he said and before I could reply he added, with his usual directness, "And I'd really love you to fuck me." I didn't resist when he pulled me towards him and soon we were kissing and feeling each other up. He unzipped my trousers and put his hand into my pants, feeling my hard cock. I suggested we should go indoors and Gary shook his head. I had never been quite sure whether or not Gary had a partner - he had never really said - and I wondered if that was why he didn't want to go inside. We were in the car parking area which was some distance from the houses and hidden by a row of garages so I didn't resist when he indicated to me to hitch up and I let him pull my trousers and pants down. I was well turned on and soon Gary was down sucking my cock right there in the car. He sucked me for a while and then told me to follow him. He led the way to the end of the garage block and went behind the last garage. We were completely hidden from sight now and soon he was back down sucking my cock. I let him suck me for a while and then I pulled him up and kissed him again. Soon he was bent over sucking me again and I had my hand down the back of his pants, fingering his hole and he was groaning. He stood up "Fuck me!" he said. Gary reached into his pocket and brought out a small sachet of lube which he passed to me. He then pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over, leaning against the garage wall. I fingered some lube into his arse and put some on my cock. Then I stood behind him, pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my cock up his arse. He groaned as I began to fuck him, his pants at his knees and his trousers at this ankles. I enjoyed every minute of the fuck and so did he. He was holding onto the wall of the garage with his right hand and wanking with his left, moaning softly "fuck me, fuck me..." I told him I was about to cum and he told me to go for it. I banged him hard and fast and before long I was shooting my load right up Gary's arse. When I pulled out his arse, Gary bent over and sucked my cock, Then he stood up and, after a few strokes of his cock, shot his cum all down the garage wall. A little later, I was in my car, watching once again as Gary made his way drunkenly towards his house, his shirt hanging out his trousers. The only difference was this time he had my load up his arse. The next experience I had was when I attended a day conference in a central London hotel. The conference was boring to say the least and I decided to skip the last session and go cruising at the Vault. Before I left I went to the toilet and one of the other guys on the course was in there taking a piss, We had spoken at one of group sessions and agreed that the conference was not very good. As we both took a piss, he told me he had decided to give the last session a miss and I said I had too. As he chatted to me I caught him looking at my cock and so I looked at his and before long we were cruising each other. There was no one about and soon we were in one of the cubicles and I was sitting on the toilet and he was standing in front of me. I unzipped his trousers and pulled them down along with his pants. He had a really nice cock and I wasted no time in taking it into my mouth. I sucked him for a while and he groaned. I kept sucking him and after a while he pulled his cock out my mouth and motioned to me to stand up. He pulled me towards him and kissed me. He motioned to me to turn round and when I did, he unzipped me and pulled my trousers and pants down, and bent me over the toilet. He pulled my cheeks apart and spat on my arse hole a couple of times. He fingered me and then began to rub his cock over my arse hole. I was horny to be fucked but I decided to have a bit of fun with him. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I want to fuck you," he breathed, pushing his cock against my hole. I asked if he had a condom and he said no. I told him I never fuck without one and he said "Go on, you know you want to" I shook my head but he kept pushing his cock against my arse and soon the head of his cock was up my hole. "No" I moaned. I know how much of a turn on it is for a guy when he thinks he's getting to fuck bareback with someone who usually always plays safe so I moaned "I've never fucked without a condom" and added for good measure "I've got a partner...." "So have I" he breathed. He was right up me by now and starting to fuck. I didn't resist and soon he was fucking me hard and fast. As I had thought, the fact that he thought he was fucking someone who had a partner and who never normally fucks without a condom really turned him on and he gave me one of the best fucks I've had in a long time. I could tell he was close to coming but he didn't say anything. He just kept fucking me and then suddenly he groaned and pushed right up me and I knew I was getting his load. When he pulled out I said "We shouldn't have done that." and tried hard to look guilty. He just laughed, smacked me on the arse and puled his pants up. He was out of there in seconds, leaving me with my pants down and a big load up my arse. He probably still thinks he got to fuck a safe only guy with a partner..... I had another horny experience about a year ago one night when I couldn't sleep. I was bored and horny and went online. I got messaged about 4am by a mid 20s Eastern European guy. His pictures were hot but his profile said always for safe sex. He asked about condoms and I said I didn't really enjoy using them. We chatted for a while and he decided he didn't want to do it bare so we left it. About 20 minutes later he messaged me again and asked if I was still up for fucking him. I asked if he would go bareback and there was silence for a minute or two. Then he messaged back "ok" He turned up a short time later - very fit lad. He told me he worked as a server in one of the restaurants at the airport. He didn't have much time so he sucked me for while then bent over the settee, his trousers and pants at his knees, and I slid my cock up his hairy arse. I fucked him bareback and soon I was close to coming. I thought he might ask me to pull out but he didn't say anything and I shot my load right up him. He pulled up his pants and went off to work. I loved the thought that he would be serving breakfasts to customers with my cum up his arse. I hadn't cum for a few days so he probably had quite a big load up there. A few months after that I was working late in the office one night with two other managers - one of my team managers Andy and a female manager from another part of the company, Ruth. (I've changed their names for obvious reasons). I knew the two of them got on well, having worked together before - but I didn't realise quite how well! I left the office about 6.30 and when I got to my car I realised that I had forgotten to send an email. I debated whether or not to go back in and log on and decided in the end I would. I went back in and at first there was no sigh of Andy or Ruth. Then I noticed a light on in one of the meeting rooms. The door was shut but the blinds were half open and I as I went to look through I heard a groan. The first thing I saw through the blinds was Andy's arse. His trousers and pants were down at his ankles and he was fucking Ruth who was lying on the desk, her legs in the air. I enjoyed watching Andy fuck. I had always thought he had a fit arse and now I was getting to see it in all its glory. As I watched, Andy put his knee up on the desk and began to fuck harder and for a moment I got a great view of his arse crack and even a brief glimpse of his arsehole before he moved back into his former position. I know, of course, that straight guys drop their pants at work too, but I had no idea there was anything between them - both are married - one with young children and one with teenagers. I could tell that they were both getting close to cumming and thought I had better make a discreet exit before they realised I was there. The next day I had to do Andrew's annual performance appraisal and I found it quite hard not to focus on his extremely fit arse. He still has no idea I've seen him with his pants down. My most recent experience was a few months ago when I was up in the West Midlands for work. I was due to speak in front of about 200 people at a Leadership Conference and, though I had prepared well and didn't feel particularly nervous, I woke up really early in the morning and just could not get back to sleep. As I often do when I cant sleep, I went online. Nothing doing for a while and then I got messaged by a mid 40s black guy. He wanted to fuck me and wanted to do it bareback. I said fine. He asked if he could cum in my arse and I said yes. He then said is there anything I want to ask him and I said no. I gave him directions and about half an hour later he was in my hotel room and I was sucking his big cock. He had made it clear he just wanted to use me and I was well up for that. He made me suck his cock and then lick his arse and then he told me to get up on the bed and give him my arse. He had told me to be lubed and ready and ready for him and I was. He didn't mess about - he just pushed it up me and began to fuck. I hadn't been fucked in a while, and certainly not by a cock as big as this one. He fucked me hard and fast and after a while he told me he was going to cum. I nodded and he began to fuck me even harder. He pushed hard up my arse a few times and I knew he was giving me his load. When he had finished cumming he pulled out and moved round, pushing his cock towards my mouth. I took his cock, which had just been up my arse, into my mouth and sucked it clean. He was still hard and, when I had sucked him for a while he indicted to me to get back up on the bed. I knelt up on the bed again and he pushed his cock back up me and began to fuck again. He didn't last so long this time before he shot another load up my arse. I had guessed what he had meant when he asked if I wanted to ask him anything - and I thought of that as he pumped me full of cum for the second time - but somehow it just turned me on even more. I showered and got ready for work and just an hour and a half later I was standing up in front of 200 people, delivering what I was told was a very professional and polished presentation. No one was any the wiser that the whole time I was up on stage I had two loads of cum in my arse

My intention is to wrap this fucker up ASAP, pghpigbtm -- just one or two more entries and it should be complete. But...right this minute? I've got three anonymous loads in my slammed-up hole, and poz seed is my favorite brand of lube. So: that means I'm heading out to the cruisy park as we speak. I can tell you, though, that I've already started the next installment -- 'cuz I'm ready to see this Dalton kid corrupted like he fuckin' deserves.

I just took a load about 30 mins ago from this young uncut 9 inch 25 yo. We met on a4a and chatted a few times. Today, he messaged me saying he wanted to make my ass cream. So, I gave him my address with a few instructions. I also told him the door was unlocked. I was in my bed with my face down and ass up in a jockstrap. I had lube and a condom sitting on the side of the bed. He came in and smack my ass. Then, he dove tongue first in my ass. He knew how to work his tongue well. After he ate my ass well, he got completely naked and pressed his hard uncut dick up against my hole and proceeded to push forward. I then reminded him of the lube, because it had gotten a little dry back there. He ignored the condom and grabbed the lube. I was fine, because I was craving young cum anyway. After he got lubed up, he went all the way in and began pounding my ass right away. It caught me off guard and had me speechless. I mean... This young buck was nailing my ass doggy style with his rock hard nine inch wood. He then decided he wanted to ride my ass. I swear I felt his nine in my guts. It hurt so good. The dick literally sent me to another place. He got rough with it and started talking dirty. As he pounded my sweet hole, my eyes began to roll in the back of my head. I was speechless. All I could do was moan. The few words I got out were one syllable obscenities. I could tell he loved it. He just kept pounding me deep. I was praying for a break, because it felt so good. The dick was just too good. He then got off of me, smacked my ass and told me to bounce my ass on his dick. Of course I obliged because I'm a sub bottom. We're still in a doggy position and at this point he's standing behind me jacking his rock hard uncut nine inch dick. I backed back to maneuver my as son his dick and he pushed it all the way in. I then began bouncing my ass on dick and riding it. The next thing I knew, he pushed me onto the bed with my ass fully arched. He held me down by my waist and began pounding me hard. He wispered in my ear and asked if I wanted his babies. I couldn't even get it out. He bust all in me. I felt his hot cum shoot in me. It felt so good. He collapsed on top of me and made sure I got all of his load. He got up, washed up and left. I'm still lying in bed with his load in me. I'll keep in for 30 more minutes.

The Trolley Cops By stimle (smapdi@mindspring.com) The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is strictly coincidental. Please read no further if you are underage or are offended by explicit sexual stories. Michael Sotello and Luis Fritelli were best friends. Ever since Luis had moved to San Diego from the Bronx six years ago, at the beginning of his sophmore year, the two had been thick as thieves. They were roommates, hung out a lot outside of work, double-dated, worked out at the same gym, and even worked together. They were both transit officers on the local transit system. Trolley cops, complete with uniforms and guns. As trolley cops they took a lot of shit from the punks and gang-bangers who tried to ride for free and constantly gave attitude. The worst part was, they knew most of the guys, having gone to high school with some of them (well, those who hadn't dropped out) and knew they were trouble even back then. As luck would have it, though, Luis and Michael were usually paired on the same shift so they knew most of the same scum. Michael and Luis were pretty similar in height and build, about 6'1, 195 pounds and gorgeous. But that's where the similarity ended. Michael had dirty blond hair with blue eyes while Luis had dark brown hair and eyes. They both kept their hair cut short with the latest look. Even though Luis hadn't lived in New York for six years, he still had a pretty thick New York accent. Kind of like the stereotypical New York Italian you seen on TV and in the movies. Michael, on the other hand, was more soft spoken, but tough nevertheless. It was about 2:30 a.m. and Michael and Luis were just getting off work. It'd been a tough night. Rico and some of his crew had been riding earlier and had really riled up the two guys. They were still talking about it as they walked across the parking lot to Michael's truck. "Fuckin' punks," Luis said, shaking his head. "When is that asshole gonna grow up and get a life?" "Seriously," Michael replied. "What a loser. I mean, you can't go through your whole life acting like you're still in high school." "Dude, why do you always park way out in BFE?" Luis asked, annoyed at the long hike to Michael's truck. Michael shook his head and gave an exasperated sigh, as if he'd already explained the same thing a thousand times. "I told you, it's new and I don't want one of these idiots dinging it. It's not that far." "It's not like there's anybody out here, man. I mean, the place is totally deserted," Luis said as he continued walking. "And what's up with the lights out here?" he asked, looking up. "Most of `em are burned out." Michael looked up, too. "They're not burned out. Someone shot them out or busted `em with rocks. Punks." He shook his head. "Who's that next to your truck?" Luis asked, pointing to a beat-up black van parked way too close to Michael's truck. "Shit," Michael said. "The fuckin' lot's totally open and some asshole has to park right next to me. How stupid are people?" They reached Michael's truck and saw that there was barely enough room for him to squeeze between. He fished his keys from his pocket and clicked off the alarm as he turned and slid between the two vehicles, his arms over his head. Michael stood and waited. Just as Michael was about to insert the key into the lock he heard a slight click and felt a rush as the van door quickly slid open. Before he could react he was grabbed from behind, a big arm encircling his waist, pulling him back into the van. His flailing arms and legs were grabbed and pinned down. He started to yell and curse but a strong hand covered his mouth. Another hand thrust a soft, sweet-smelling cloth to his nose. The cloth had been doused with chloroform. Michael tried to turn his head but it was held tightly into place. He had no choice but to inhale the drugging fumes. He tried to hold his breath but couldn't. His head was already feeling light and there was a noise in his ears, like the pounding surf, getting louder and louder. As Michael was grabbed, Luis reacted, leaping forward to his friend's rescue. His hand immediately went to his holster before he remembered that they were required to check out their weapons when their shift as over. He still rushed the van but stopped short when he felt the cold steel of a gun barrel against his left temple. "I wouldn't move, Luis," a voice said. Luis recognized Rico's voice and from the corner of his eye he could see the Latino thug and some of his gang. "Put your hands out where we can see `em." Luis obeyed, craning his neck to try to see what was happening to Michael. He could see several guys holding his friend down and a white cloth over his face. Luis figured it was probably chloroform. He grimaced and visibly recoiled as he watched the guys grope Michael's crotch. "Like what you see, Luis?" Rico asked, a tone of glee in his voice. He ran his hand up Luis' chest. "Fuck off, you faggot spic," Luis snarled, slapping Rico's hand away. Rico smacked Luis' temple with the gun. "I think Luis here needs to be taught a lesson. Come here, boys." Two of Rico's friends, Tony and Rafael approached. "Go get the chloroform from Martin," he said. "I think it's time for Luis to take a nap." Luis wanted to say something but knew better. He had been looking in the van the whole time, keeping track of what was happening to his best friend. It didn't appear as though Michael was completely knocked out... it was like he was being kept just at the edge of consciousness. Toyed with. His shirt and t-shirt had been taken off him and the guys were now lowering his pants. Luis turned his head in disgust. "What's the matter, Luis?" Rico asked, waving the gun. "I thought you liked what you saw. Maybe you'll like it better when it's happening to you." "Fuck off," Luis muttered, clenching every muscle in his body. The van's engine turned over and it backed up. Michael was now stripped down to just his white Fruit of the Loom underwear and some fucker was in there slowly jerking him through his briefs, trying to make him hard. Luis felt a pair of hands grab his arms and saw the white cloth being pressed to his nose. "Mmmppphhhh..." he moaned as he tried to struggle. But the guys holding him were too strong. He felt himself being pushed toward the van and he continued to struggle, but the chloroform was slowly beginning to take effect. As he began to drift in and out he felt hands begin to grope and grab his crotch and ass, the way he'd seen them do to Michael. He was helpless to fight back. Oh shit, what the fuck was happening? He felt his fly being unzipped and a hand reaching in, tightly squeezing his balls. He tried to twist his body, buck away, but the smell. The sweet, sweet smell... The sweet smell that was carrying him away... making him float and drift... His eyes rolled up into forehead. He was almost out. "Oh yeah, Luis baby," Rico cooed. "Breathe it in boy, that's right..." The chloroformed cloth was pulled away just enough so Luis could get some fresh air. He felt himself gaining a little of his strength back. But Rico was smart... he kept dosing Luis with just enough to keep him all fuzzy and fucked up. Luis' head was spinning and he was feeling all warm, but he still knew what was going on. Right there, in the deserted parking lot, he was being stripped. Like Michael his shirt and t-shirt were ripped from his body and he felt his belt buckle being undone. Then he felt Rico's firm hand unbutton his pants and unzip him. "Oh, Luis, Luis, Luis," Rico said, remarking on the Italian stud's tightly packed white briefs and lightly running his hand over the bulge. "Tighty whities? Look guys, just like Mikey. What, do the two of you boys go shopping together? Get dressed together?" "Fuck yooooou..." Luis slurred, his mind fogged with chloroform. He could barely keep his eyes open and needed assistance to stand. "Let's get these pants off you, Luis," Rico said, lowering Luis' tight blue uniform pants over his muscled legs. The white of his briefs stood out nicely against his tanned legs. Rico slipped his shoes off and helped the dazed stud to step out of his pants. Luis noticed bright flashed of light all around him. Someone was taking pictures. The cloth was taken away from his face for a few seconds and he gulped down the fresh air. "Feel better, buddy?" Rico asked. Luis was wearing nothing but his white Hanes briefs and was stumbling around the parking lot like a drunk, trying like hell to keep his balance. Rico and the guys just laughed and laughed as they snapped picture after picture of the amazingly hot, nearly naked stud. "Come on, guys," Rico said, taking Luis by the arm and sitting him on the tailgate of Michael's truck. "I think it's time to say good night, Luis. But wait. Guys, get Mikey." Rafael and Tony pulled Michael out of the van and to his feet and dragged him over to the truck bed. Like Luis, Michael had been kept spinning in a chloroform daze while the boys whored him out. Rico sat the two studs next to each other and leaned their heads on each other's shoulders. Then he put their hands on each other's crotches and held them together as a series of pictures were taken. "Gawd, these fuckers are hot," he said, giving them each a kiss on the forehead. "I checked their schedules. They have the next three days off. I say we take `em home and play for a bit." Tony handed him the bottle of chloroform and two rags. Rico doused the cloths and held them to the guys' faces until they passed out. Tony gathered up Luis' discarded clothes while Rafael and Rico bundled the near-naked hotties into the van. As they drove away, Tony got into Michael's truck and followed them. Michael found himself coming to in a sparsely furnished room, bright sunlight streaming through curtainless windows. He was on a bed with no blankets, entwined in Luis' arms. They were both wearing only underwear. Exposed. He heard a noise like a chair scraping and looked up. All around the bed there were folding chairs set up. Eight guys were sitting there, staring at him and Luis. Some had cameras and two held video cameras, filming everything. Michael felt something and realized that Luis was beginning to stir. "What the fuck....? Where...?" Luis started to say, realizing he was still holding Michael. He suddenly remembered what had happened to him and Michael. "Oh shit... Michael...." "Oh shit, Michael," Rico repeated, in a mocking voice. "You boys look so cute like that." "What are you gonna do with us?" Luis asked as he and Michael looked around for something to cover their nearly naked bodies. There was nothing so they just sat there, hunched over and covering themselves. "Why so modest?" Rico asked. "You guys wanna see some of the pictures we shot of you last night?" He tossed stacks of pictures at them. They had been uploaded from the video cameras and printed on photo paper. They showed Michael and Luis, alone and together, in regular and lewd poses, even sitting posed on Rico's lap. Luis angrily crumpled them and tossed them away. "Fuckers," he spat, itching for a fight. "I'm hungry," Rico said, changing the subject. He knew he had the upper hand anyway. Who the fuck cared what Luis Fritelli said anyway? "Where's Martin with our breakfast?" No sooner had he completed the sentence when Martin walked in, laden with several McDonald's bags. "Mmmm.... I'm starved." He looked over at Luis and Michael. "You guys hungry?" They reluctantly nodded. Rico pulled out a couple of Egg McMuffins and hash browns and tossed them to them. "Did you get them any juice?" he asked Martin. "Yeah," Martin replied, opening a separate bag. "It's right here." He handed the cups to Rico who handed them to Luis and Michael. "Drink up boys," he said, as the guys hungrily wolfed down the food. The greedily slurped the juice through the straws. Michael's face screwed up. "Is there vodka in this?" he asked. "What the hell are you doing? It's morning." "Shut up and drink it. Or you can starve," Rico said impatiently. Michael shrugged his shoulder and continued eating and drinking. Luis had never stopped and was nearly finished. "By the way, I didn't hear you complaining last night?" Rico said, a sly look on his face. "Whaddaya mean last night?" Luis said, looking up. "Today's Sunday, moron," Rico said. "You've been here since Friday night." Luis and Michael looked at each other. What the hell was Rico talking about? Had they lost an entire day? "I see you two rocket scientists are puzzled," Rico laughed. "If you want, I'll show you the video." "Video?" Michael asked, his body tensing. "Oh yeah," Rico replied. "You boys were having fun last night. I take it you don't remember bouncing on my knee. And on Martin's knee. And on Tony's knee...." "No fuckin' way," Luis said. "I woulda remembered doing something faggy like that." "Really?" Rico asked. "Howya feeling right about now? Dizzy? Woozy?" "What are you talking about?" Michael asked. "You still don't get it, do you?" Rico said. "That little sip of beer I gave you yesterday morning? And again yesterday afternoon and last night? Haven't you ever heard of GHB? Date rape drug? Geez, you two are stupid. You just finished up another batch. In your juice." What Michael and Luis didn't know was that in addition to slipping the guys GHB, he had Martin put some ground up Viagra into their juice. In a few minutes Luis and Michael were gonna be as hot and horny and out of control as they were yesterday. Just like Rico liked them. Martin recalled the conversation he'd had earlier with Rico. "Just do it, Martin," Rico had ordered. "You know I like my boys a little fucked up. Loopy. Not all there. Remember that frat guy last Spring Break? Damon? We gave him a little GHB and made him a video star. People are still ordering `Damon's Demise' off the site I set up. Now, I want these two nice and impaired, too. Like Damon. But not too out of it to not remember it later." Martin didn't question Rico. He knew from experience that you didn't question Rico. "Before you two princesses get too ga ga, I wanna show you a little bit of the video we took last night." He popped a tape into the VCR and turned it on. Michael and Luis, buzzing as they were, were shocked at what they saw. They were being passed around from lap to lap, wearing nothing but their underwear, constantly being groped. In the next scene, they weren't wearing their underwear; it was on their heads, like a chef's hat. There were hands playing with their tits, stroking their dicks, and fingering their ass puckers, but not once did they come. Apparently Rico wanted the guys to get them all worked up but not give them any release. "You boys feeling horny?" he asked, looking at the two guys' crotches. Their briefs were hugely tented, courtesy of the Viagra. "You ready to get milked? Give up your fuck swill? Your `love juice'?" He laughed as Luis and Michael began to succumb to their drugged juice. Their eyes were glazed and droopy, their movements slow and deliberate. "I'm gonna kill you, fucker..." Luis slurred, barely able to talk. "Asshole..." Michael added. His face was a blank slate. His eyes were vacant and his mouth was slightly open. Rico glanced at Luis. He looked the same. "Ready for some fun?" he asked laughing. All the guys who'd been sitting around silent the whole time began to laugh with Rico. "You guys ready to fuck like rabbits?" "No way..." Luis said, slowly shaking his head. "No fuckin' way." "Oh, I don't think you're in any position to object, Bitch Boy," Rico said, sitting down on the bed next to Luis and pushing the drugged stud down onto the bed. He tweaked his nipple and then slipped his hand into his briefs, squeezing his balls. "Unnnggghhhh.... ooooohhhh...." Luis moaned, his body thrashing. "Told you... SLUT. Oooohhh, I thought you didn't like this, puta," Rico said to Luis, the other guys in the room laughing. "I have something I think you'll like also. It's some shit I got from my cousin down in TJ. It'll make you so fuckin' horny and happy. Shit, you'll wanna get fucked and you'll wanna fuck any hole you can find. You're dick's gonna drool and get big and hard. Even a little needle dick like yours, Luis." He gave Michael and Luis each a baby bottle and put it to their mouths. Being slightly out of it because of the spiked juice they'd just drunk, they began to suck on the bottles. Rico had put the drug into some sweet juice and Luis and Michael couldn't seem to quit drinking it. Soon the bottles were empty. Rafael and Tony pulled the drugged cops off the bed and sat them down on their laps, fondling their crotches, which, thanks to the new drug, were already expanding. Rico put pacifiers in their mouths and baby bonnets on their heads. After passing them around to each guy so they could get felt up and have their picture taken with them, Tony and Rafael put Luis and Michael back on the bed. They put Michael in a sitting position and laid Luis next to him, putting his head in Michael's lap. Both were still sucking on their pacifiers but their baby bonnets had been removed. After a few more pictures, Rico lowered Michael's briefs and tucked them under his balls. He took the pacifier out of Luis' mouth and they all laughed as his they watched Luis' lips continue to move in a sucking motion. Rico put his hands on the back of Luis' head and guided his lips to Michael's erect, dripping cock. Luis never stopped sucking. They stuck both of Luis' hands down into his briefs, wrapping them around his cock and slowly moving them up and down, making him masturbate himself. It was only a matter of seconds before Luis took over for himself. "Unnnggghhh..." Michael moaned as he was enjoying the best blow job he'd ever had. He had not idea it was his best friend who was hoovering his cock. He was so out of it and horny that he put both hands on Michael's head and held it in place, pistoning his hips and fucking Michael's face. Luis was moaning, too. Suddenly Luis' body shuddered and he yelped. A wet spot began to rapidly spread across his once pristine-white briefs. The guys all laughed and yanked Luis' hands out of his briefs. They were covered with cum. They pulled his mouth off Michael's cock and made him lick one of his cum-covered hands. They put the other hand up to Michael's mouth and made the buzzed stud suck the cum from it. The room was filled with of laughter and the flashes of cameras. Then they switched the guys' positions, making Michael suck off Luis and cream his own briefs. Each of the guys in the room, including Rico, had taken a Viagra a few minutes earlier, not wanting to miss the upcoming fuck-fest. Michael and Luis were pulled to their feet and their cum-soaked underwear yanked off. Instead of being discarded, it was put on their heads like a hat. In addition, Michael and Luis were each given an ordorizer mask, placed around their necks on a long chain. As Luis and Michael were being passed around like a couple of whores at a frat party, the current "owner" would have the opportunity to make them inhale poppers (or take a hit himself). There were eight chairs and eight horny guys with huge erections, all waiting a turn at the two drugged out studlets. Rico went first. He stood up and pulled Luis to him, front to front. He gave Luis a long kiss on the lips and sat down quickly, impaling the handsome Italian's virgin ass. "Aaaahhh.... owwww..." Luis began to cry out, but Rico quickly clamped the popper mask over his face and let the fumes fuck with his head. Luis' moans of pain began to sound more like moans of pleasure as Rico bobbed him up and down on his cock, fucking away. He pulled the popper mask away. Luis' eyes were rolled up and you could see the whites of his eyes. His mouth was hanging open and he was babbling. But he wasn't resisting. Rico continued to fuck him and pretty soon Luis began to cum. Rico aimed Luis' cock at his chest and body and jerked it as the big stud shot his hot, sticky load all up his chest, onto his face, and into his hair. Everybody laughed as Luis was passed to Tony, his chest and face dripping with cum. Tony didn't bother giving Luis any poppers, he just shoved his dick up his ass and began to pump away. Rico took Michael next. Poor pretty boy Michael. He was totally beyond comprehension, but seemed to jolt back to reality when Rico's cock entered his ass. "Noooo...." he screamed as the popper mask was placed over his face. Within seconds the screams turned to moans and his body went somewhat limp. Rico laughed and continued to fuck Michael. He hadn't cum when Luis was on his lap and he decided to keep Michael as his lap fuck until he came up the hottie's tight shit chute. Even after Michael creamed himself, Rico continued to fuck him. Finally the Latino stud's body began to shudder and a whimper escaped his lips. "Oooohhh.... oooooohhh...." he cooed as he shot a huge load up Michael's ass. He laughed as he pushed the fucked out cop off his lap, cum dripping from his ass. Tony, who had by now passed Luis on to Rafael, picked up Michael and began to fuck him. This went on until each guy got his turn to fuck both Michael and Luis. By now the two cops were babbling incoherently and their dicks, raw and red from over use, were barely dribbling. The whole scene had been captured on video from multiple angles. But it wasn't over yet. Rico had one more humiliation planned. He forced Luis down on all fours and stuck a thick, slicked up dildo up his ass. A vibrating dildo. He turned it on and everybody laughed while Luis's head bobbed up in down in rhythm with the buzzing fuck tool jammed up his ass. They put a dildo-shaped gag on Michael and stood him in front of Luis, slipping his long, still erect cock into Luis' drooling mouth. Then they let the two incoherent, drugged out studs go at it. Before long Michael was fucking Luis' face more than Luis was sucking Michael's cock. Neither guy knew what he was doing, and this made Rico even hotter. He couldn't stand it any longer. He shoved down his jeans and boxers and got behind Michael. With one quick thrust, he impaled his 9-inch, uncut cock into Michael's twitching hole. Michael didn't even cry out. It was quite a site to behold. There was Luis, down on all fours, his ass getting reamed by an electric dildo while his pretty face was getting fucked by his best friend. And speaking of his best friend, there he was fucking his best friend's mouth while getting plowed up the ass himself. Still not content, Rico instructed Tony to put nipple clamps and cock rings onto both studs. By now the two had been fucked so much their assholes were stretched and dripping with cum. Dozens and dozens of pictures of all different kinds had been taken with digital cameras and uploaded onto a computer in the room, and more than four hours of video had been shot. It was getting late and Rico knew that both Luis and Michael had to work the next afternoon so he decided to let them go. Rico put their underwear back on them, not bothering to even dress them in their uniforms. The drugs were starting to wear off and Luis especially was beginning to resist and curse. "I'm gonna get you, you fuckin' spic," he said as Rico fondled his dick through his cum-dried briefs. Luis tried to hit him, but Tony and Rafael had his arms pinned. Luis looked over at Michael. The poor blond stud looked like he was in shock. He was practically limp. "You're gonna pay for this, Rico," Luis threatened. "Shut the fuck up, you asshole," Rico said. "You know you're a hell of a lot more fun when you're fucked up. And getting fucked." He laughed at his own joke. Martin took the bottle of chloroform and poured a good amount on to two white cloths. He handed one to Tony and the other to Rico. "Say goodnight again, boys," Rico said, as he and Tony placed the cloths over their faces. With all the drugs they'd ingested and all the punishment they'd gone through, it didn't take long before both Luis and Michael passed out cold. Rico and Tony put them into the back seat of Michael's truck and got in to drive them back to their house. Rafael followed in his car. Fifteen minutes later Rico, Tony and Rafael were backing out of Luis and Michael's driveway. They put the truck into the garage and had taken the two unconscious studs into the house, where they had put them into their beds. The next morning Luis woke up with a splitting headache. As his thoughts began to come together he sat up quickly, relaxing only when he realized that he was in his own bed. It was over. He had been given so much drugs and chloroform that he felt sick and considered calling into work sick. But he didn't start his shift until 4:00 p.m. and it was only 8:30 a.m. He threw back his blankets and got out of bed. His underwear was stained and crusted with dried cum and piss. He stripped them off, tossed them into the trashcan in his bathroom, and hopped into the shower. For the next twenty minutes he let the hot water cascade over his sore body, washing away all the fuck slop from those rapists. He tried not to think of what he did, but he couldn't help it. He had fucked Michael. His best friend. He'd been drugged and drunk but still... he'd fucked a guy! The thought of it made him sick and he vomited in the shower. Right there, as he watched his puke run down the drain, he decided to put the whole incident behind him. It wasn't his fault. There was nothing he could've done. He motive now, was to find Rico and his fuckers and teach them a lesson. He turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing a towel. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like shit. He'd been kept awake for God knows how many hours before they finally chloroformed him, and there were dark circles under his eyes. He also noticed that his chest, stomach, arms and neck were covered with hickeys. Shit! He wrapped the towel around his waist and went back into his bedroom. As he dug through his dresser for a fresh pair of underwear he realized just how sore his ass was. How many times had he been fucked? Rico had even raped him with a dildo. Man, if he ever ran into that fucker he was gonna kill him. He pulled a clean pair of briefs on and winced as the soft cotton brushed up against his sore dick. He put on a pair of sweat pants and went to check on Michael. Michael was still sleeping, lying flat on his back, outstretched, his cum-soaked briefs almost transparent. Like Luis, he had also been fucked repeatedly and was covered with hickeys. Luis quietly walked over to where Michael was sleeping and gently shook his shoulder. Michael woke with a start, turning away and cringing at Luis' touch. "Hey, hey, buddy," Michael said reassuringly. "It's me, Michael. It's over, man. We're home." Michael grabbed the sheets and pulled them up over his near naked body. He was clearly (and understandably) embarrassed over the events of the past couple of days. He couldn't even look Luis in the face. "Why don't you take a shower," Luis suggested, speaking softly. "You'll feel better." "Y...y...yeah... I think you're right." He was about to get out of bed when he half-turned to Luis. "Could you go now?" he asked, his voice breaking. Luis could tell that Michael was on the verge of tears and felt badly for his friend. He wanted to put his hand on his shoulder to reassure him or to say something comforting, but what the hell do you say in a situation like that? It's not like Hallmark makes a fucking "Oh, I'm sorry you got gang-raped" card. "Sure, Michael," he said. "I'll see you in a bit." Luis went into the living room and turned on Sports Center. It was about 9:30 a.m. Michael didn't come out of his room until after 11:00 a.m., clearly still shaken up over the whole rape. "You wanna talk about it?" Luis asked. "I don't know what to say, but look, we went through the same thing. We didn't do anything wrong." Michael was fighting tears and his voice was breaking. "It's jus... I've ne... I'm not a fag, man!" "Neither am I!" Luis said. "We were fuckin' raped. Rico and his crew knocked us out, kidnapped us, fed us drugs and fuckin' raped us. There was nothing we could do. Just remember that, okay?" Michael nodded, still unable to look Luis straight in the face. "I'm sorry," he finally said. "What are you sorry for?" Luis said. "I'm sorry that I... that I... that I put my... and that I..." he couldn't continue and stood up to leave. Luis stood up, too. "Look, Michael," he said, as reassuringly as he could. "You don't have to say anything. I know that wasn't you and I know you know that wasn't me. As far as I'm concerned... we're cool. Why don't you go back to bed and get some more sleep. I'll wake you up in time for work." Michael smiled a weak thank you and went back to his room. Luis turned the TV up and tuned everything else out. Like he'd decided earlier: as far as he was concerned it was over. Well, mostly over. He'd caught up with a few of the guys from that night and had kicked the shit out of them, but he hadn't run across Rico... yet. But when he did.... It was about three weeks later and Luis was enjoying another long weekend. Michael had taken a few vacation days and had gone to Vegas with his girlfriend. It seemed like he was finally coming around, too. He hadn't said anything, but Luis knew Michael had been seeing a counselor. Which was good for him. Luis would never see a shrink. Hell no. Where he came from a man just didn't do that. But if Michael wanted to do it, hell, more power to him. Plus, it was doing Michael a lot of good. He was slowly turning back into the old Michael. It was 10:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning and Luis had been to the gym and back, showered and shaved, thrown on an old pair of sweats and had just finished breakfast. He had just turned on ESPN to catch the college football game when the doorbell rang. He got up off the couch and looked out the window in the door. There was some guy, he had to be at least 6'6" and 250 pounds, holding some sort of clipboard. He was wearing a uniform. Luis opened the door. "Can I help you?" he asked. He saw the delivery truck in the driveway. "Yeah," the guy said, looking at his clipboard. "I have a delivery for a Michael Sotello. Does he live here?" "Yeah, but he's outta town for a coupla days. I'm his roommate. You can leave it here if you want." The deliveryman nodded. "That'll be okay. I just gotta see some I.D. Company policy. Sorry." Luis shook his head. "Don't sweat it man. Just let me get my wallet. I'll be back in a sec." As Luis went to get his wallet the deliveryman went back to his van and began to load three large boxes onto a dolly. He wheeled them to the front porch and was about to lift the top box when Luis appeared with his I.D. "Holy shit," he said, "what the fuck did Michael order?" "Don't know," the guy said. He looked at the clipboard again. "Looks like some kinda entertainment center. Do you want me to carry it in the house for you?" "Yeah," Luis said. "But let me give you a hand." Together the two of them carried the three boxes up the stairs and into the living room. "I left my clipboard on the steps," the deliveryman said as Luis bent down to look at the boxes, reading what each was. "I'll be right back." The deliveryman stood in the front hallway and quietly closed the door. He took a small brown bottle of chloroform from his pocket, uncapped it and poured some of the liquid onto a white cloth. He silently crept back to the living room. Luis was still bent over inspecting the contents of the boxes. In a move that belied his height and size, the deliveryman was on Luis in a matter of seconds, kneeing the stud in the gut and knocking the wind out of him. "What the fuck....?" Luis coughed, struggling to catch his breath and crawling to his knees. The deliveryman shoved him on the floor and turned him onto his back. He straddled him, pinning his arms to his sides with his muscular legs. He shoved the chloroformed cloth under Luis' nose and held it tightly in place while the cop struggled. "Mmmmpppphhh.... mmmmppphhhh...." Luis moaned as the fumes began to take effect. He was just starting to slip away when he heard footsteps. He looked up and saw a man walk into the living room. It was Rico. The End.

It was late Spring this year, and I was feeling horny to Fuck some Cute Ass. I don't use any of these apps, as I like to make a real connection in a bar I went to my usual place, just an ordinary Gay bar in Soho, where Fetish guys also attend. On my second poison of choice (Double Vodka and Coke), this rough looking Guy dressed all in Leather, knee length Boots, trousers, shirt, and even the Masters cap, gave me a knowing smile, walked to wear I was sat, sat next to me, and just started kissing me. His moustache aroused my loins, whilst his firm forceful tongue made me feel submissive. And I am a TOP! He said he saw me walk at the bar earlier, and he had admired my ASS through my Jeans. Coupled with my Boyish looks for my age, he thought I was Bottom, telling me how he'd LOVE to Fuck me and Cum inside me! His directness suited his attire! I told him I am a Top, and that I always use condoms. Direct, and Honest, he told me he was HIV Positive, and briefly told me how he'd done some combination therapies over the years, but for the past 2 years he was off all Medz. He bought us a few round of drinks in one go. We drank, kissed, laughed, groped each other. Then, all of a sudden, to join my increasing alcohol intoxication, I felt an instant Euphoric rush, and it stayed there. 'What did you put in my drink'? His response was a simple Dirty smirk, undone the top button to my Jeans, slipped his hand down and inside my pants, and started to gently probe my hole. Under the influence of intoxication and his assertiveness, I let out a loud moan. He grabbed my rucksack, took my hand, and led me out of the bar. Any longer we'd have been thrown out. He hailed a Taxi, and on our journey back to wherever, he held the back of my head firmly into his Leather crotch, grinding into my face. The smell of his Leather, his perverse control, and my intoxication, I was aching and dripping. Once inside our destination, he stripped me naked, and ordered me to stand still. He circled me a number of times, laughing evilly to himself, saying things like 'Fuck Yeah', and 'What a Perfect Ass', and spanking me several times. I have been spanked before, but never really enjoyed it that much. Of course, I have always loved to do it. BUT, now, it teased me! Again, taking my hand, he led me to the bathroom, and ordered me to lie on the towel that was in the bath. Already set up was an enema kit. He said this would add to the dynamic of our FUN evening ahead. He lubricated the catheter and inserted it into my VERY tight hole (I have only been Fucked a few times until this point, being a Top 15 years or so ever since). He explained I might get stomach cramps, and if so I were to Breath deeply and hold in the water with Muscle control. Once all the water was in he made me hold it for about 10 Minutes, then, I released into the toilet. As it came out, intense waves of Euphoria hit me repeatedly for a few Minutes. I was told to get into the Bath again, where he wet my hole, and shaved it. After, turning on the shower, and ordering me to wash away the loose hair from my hole, and saying I must gently feel my body as the water cascades over me. I did as I was told, and felt every nerve tingle as I touched, and shuddered. WOW!! He dried me off, then made me kneel in front of him, and that I had to look up into his eyes and not avert my gaze. 'From now on, when I say your name, 'Pig', you will address me as 'Master', OK, !?' 'Yes' 'Yes what?' 'Yes Master'. I was a bit off of my face, BUT, I still knew what was going on. Part of me couldn't believe I was letting this happen, BUT, I knew it must be a natural untapped inner dark desire of mine'. His Leather trousers were done up by 2 adjacent buttons that formed a belt for the waist. Either side were 2 zips, that when undone, opened up a flap to reveal his Dick. He unzipped, slowly pulling down the flap, revealing his semi hard uncut Pre-cum oozing Dick in front of my face. Reaching behind to his back pocket, he took out a large handkerchief, and blindfolded me. One hand holding the back of my head, the other guiding his Dick, he smeared his Pre-cum all over my lips, being Verbal with degrading names. I did tell him in the pub earlier that I didn't like the taste of Pre-cum, or Spunk. Here I was, lapping up his salty clear sap. With both hands pulling my head in, he rocked slowly, his length and girth expanding. I felt some drops of Pre-cum squirt to the back of my tongue, as he held firm and steady for at least 5 Minutes, with short hard grinds and thrusts! 'On your back, Pig'. 'Yes, Master'. He threw my pelvis into the air, and started to lick and chew my 'soft smooth pink pussy' as he calls it. Lick and chew, lick and chew. Smacking my Pussy lips in a fast rhythm with the tips of his fingers. I was arching my back, groaning, finding myself giving in to his desire for my flesh more and more. He slipped a finger in, and knew exactly what and where to find, my Prostate. He pressed firm, and rode around in rhythmic circles. Then slipping in a second finger, and keeping up the pressure, with more degrading Verbal. I myself was really leaking Pre-cum, which he scooped up and spread over my face, slapping my face. 'I'm going to teach you how to be a proper Cum whore, aren't I, Pig?' 'Yes, Master'. If anyone had said that to me before I would have told them where to go. BUT, I had submitted, and would continue to keep going darker! Pushing my thighs back, he placed his Bare Dick on my chewed up, wet, and now a little bit sore Pussy. He pushed in part way the head to his Bare Dick. 'My Pig still want his Master to use a condom'? I hesitated. I always had it drilled into me about safe sex. It was NEVER negotiable. But his Bare Dick head was toying with what I 'knew' best. Rationality finally kicked in... 'Yes Please, Master'. His whole demeanor suddenly switched up 20 notches. 'GET UP'. No addressing me as 'Pig'. He spat in my face and slapped me. 'GEEEEETT UUUHP'. I got up, and he grabbed me by my forearm, and led me through what seemed like at least 2 rooms reception rooms. A door to an obviously sound proofed basement opened, and I could suddenly hear thumping Techno Music. I was led down the steep stairs, and thrown into a Sling. No sooner had that happened, I felt both wrists and ankles be restrained. What!? OK, there are at least 3 other people down here. I felt an odd pressure on my upper left arm. Followed shortly by a short quick jabbing pain, then a longer more intense pain. My Heart rate, breathing increased immediately. I started sweating and shaking immediately. And I was writhing in Fucking ecstasy, with every hole anyone and everyone's. I was invincible!! I heard my Master say, 'Take off my Pig's blindfold'. 'Look at the door to your left Pig'. I looked, and the door had in big red letters; 'Master's AIDS Den', with a picture of a Demon above it. Normally that would scare the hell out of me. Now? My Pussy actually twitched! 'Now look ahead, and directly into my eyes, and don't look anywhere else until I have instructed'. My Master had exchanged his Leather shirt for a Harness which perfectly complimented his hairy chest. He has the most huge long nipples! 'Hey Pig'. 'Hey Master'. Our eyes locked. He now and then glanced at his piece of paper and read out the following; 'There are 54 attendees to this HIV Conversion Party, all are wearing an associated wristband... Red wristband ~ Infected 10 yrs or longer, and have either never been on Medz, or been off all Medz 1 year+ = 35 attendees Green wristband ~ Newly infected and diagnosed in the past 6 Months and not on Medz = 14 attendees Black wristband ~ Full Blown AIDS! = 4 attendees, including myself. Blue ~ Negative = 1... That is you Pig, you are my Special Guest, my chosen one! No one may use my Pig until after I've converted him'. FUCK! This Twisted Fucker had this all planned out, very carefully! He undone my restrained left arm, and put on my Blue Wristband. He stepped to one side and said, 'Look straight ahead'. I looked into full length wall mirrors and could see many of the other attendees, and a very well equipped dungeon!! I was in my WORST nightmare, yet, I WANTED it!! I was turned on immensely by everything, especially my Master's personality that would and did change instantaneously!! He undone my other 3 restraints, and with warmth said, 'Up you get Pig'. I feebly got up, with the help of some other guys. I stood at the end of the Sling, knees bent, barely able to stand. My Master carried me near to the edge of a rubber Mattress, at a slight angle to wall mirrors. He took off his Boots and Leather Trousers, then slipped back on his knee length Boots, so in nothing but Boots, and his Harness. He lit up a Cigar, got in between my legs, and banged his throbbing Dick on my hungry wet Pussy. Leaning over me he looked deep into my eyes, took puff after puff of his Cigar and blew it into my face! Pushing down on his dick with his thumb, his Cock Head entered my hole! I let out a HUGE shaking whimper, as I felt us connect on every level. My head dropped to the Rubber Mattress, and fell sideways. I saw him in the mirror pulling on his nipples, puffing on his Cigar, and only fucking me with the Head of his Dick. I caught sight of his very much wasted ASS, and yet, I couldn't stand another moment not being infected by my Master. 'Master, FUUUUHCK me, PLEEEEEASE, FUUUUHCK me NOW. Fuck me HARD. CuM inside me, PLEEEEASE, I NEEEEED you running through me FOREVER!!'. He slid in all the way, held, leaned into my ear, and gently said, 'You WANT My AIDS, Pig'? My fists clenching scrunching hold of the Rubber Mattress, back arching, I whimpered and pleaded; 'YES Master, GIVE me YOUR Demonic Seed. Charge me up'. What the hell was I saying. I had read fantasy stories like this, BUT never ever in my wildest imagination would believe something so sick like this would actually happen, and to ME! Master took his Dick out, got up, walked off. Eh? We had gained an audience and there were several guys wanking around me. Master came back wearing a condom, and instantly penetrated me, and started Fucking me with a decent steady rhythm. He was actually Fucking me, BUT, with a Condom!? 'PLEEEEEASE, take it off, NO, take it off. Breed me! Make me YOURS! INFECT me with your AIDS Master'. 'Good Boy Pig! You've passed the test'. He pulled his Dick out... 'Just as well Master soaked this Rubber in Baby oil'. He gave it one sharp tug, and it snapped! Rolling it down his shaft, and using it as a Cock ring! Pushing my thighs back, he lined up his Dick to my Pussy hole, and slid all the way in. Master said; 'PULL his legs apart'. 2 Guys pulled my legs apart as far as they'd stretch, holding that stretch as my Master Fucked me. Now Fucking me properly... BARE, and with long hard thrusts!!! Master put both of his hands over my throat (I was struggling to breath and swallow properly). He was Grunting, and growling... 'Yeah... Yeah...Yeah'. Suddenly I saw a Demonic EVIL look in his eyes... 'Yeah... Yeah... Yeah'. He was now Fucking me Fast & Hard, repeating over and over 'Yeah... Yeah... Yeah'. I was choking. His strokes became harder and shorter, his grip on my throat became tighter, his eyes pierced mine, looking at me with pure HATE, his entire body tightening... He let out an almighty 'YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES', and he flooded my guts with his high viral load SEED! The 2 other guys stretching out my legs, let go, and my Master fucked his EVIL SEED into me, for at least another 5 Minutes, a light, yet steady firm rhythm, rocking in and out. He leaned in, and said, 'You are now My very own Dirty AIDS Pig' Regaining his composure, he climbed off of me, stood up, made me kneel in front of him, and suck him clean, patted my ASS, and walked off into the Mix. The 2 Guys that were holding my legs apart were straight in there, still in my kneeling position I was dragged into doggy and got spit roasted! The guy up my ASS didn't last long, just a few minutes, gripping onto arms tightly as he shot DEEP into my ASS. I was pulled up to kneeling again and the guy Fucking my face started pounding aggressively, and on the in stroke he held my head tight, I choked, tears streaming down my face as I tried to get to be able to breath, and felt HOT Sperm hit the back of my throat, go down my throat, and fill my mouth (was a BIG Load). I looked up at my throat Fucker, Mouth open, let the excess Sperm dribble down my chin, and swallowed the rest. He smeared the remaining dribbling Spunk all over my face. I fucking LOVED it!! The guy that gave me my second load up my ASS also made me lick his Dick clean. For the first time ever, I'd just taken loads up my Ass, and down my throat, and in my Mouth... And all Poz! And highly Viral at that! Much more happened that night, and day, of course, but, think I have said enough!

I'm a bi married male who has been into women most of my life (as I still am). I've found a few encounters with men where we played around and stuff, but over the past year I had the repeated fantasy of fucking a guy bareback. You could say it had turned into an obsession for me, but it was a fantasy with which I needed to be very careful as I am married. Well, it finally happened. My wife out of town (I'm fairly sure she was, in fact, getting laid). I met a Puerto Rican bubble butt guy on Adam4adam. He sweet talked me into meeting him, and once we met, well it didn't take long until my cock was in his ass. And boy did it feel great. He was tighter than my wife. I didn't get time to enjoy it because I came quite quickly. It was an amazing sensation. I apologized for my quickness, feeling like I was once more a teenage boy. "It's okay," he replied, adding "it felt great." I went home and all I could think of was his nice ass. Well, now I know what a slut feels like: that night I slept with four more guys, all bareback. My cock just kept getting hard an hour after having cum, so I just kept doing it and now I absolutely crave it. Oh, what door have I opened?

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

Predators and prey (Part 7) Michael was on his back. He stared at the ceiling breathing heavily. Slowly he turned to his left side and closed his eyes. His whole body ached, but the pain in his ass was unbearable. His “first time” had developed into a brutal gangbang. But it was him, who stared at the bulges of some guys and caused them to get horny for his ass. It was him, who answered softly ‘Yes’ when the question came up, if he would like to take some dicks up his ass. And it was him, who followed a stranger to this shack in the middle of the night. But he never thought of getting hurt so bad. His ass was bleeding, he could feel that, and his blood mixed with the semen of half a dozen guys already. He didn’t know, how many of them still lured into the darkness, for the chance to be his next fucker. A hand touched his shoulder soothingly and a voice whispered in his ear ‘Hey Buddy, are you okay’? Michael moaned simply. “Hey, I am talking to you. Are you still with us?” the voice asked again. “Yes…” Michael panted. “Good - you are awake” the voice almost sounded cheerfully. The hand on his shoulder pressed him towards the mattress. “Get down on your belly and relax” he got instructed. “My ass is hurting so much…” Michael moaned. “I know baby… it is supposed to hurt” the guy answered. He felt his legs being pushed apart by the male who knelt behind him and talked to him for a while now. “Spread your legs a bit wider. Give me better access to your slimy cunt” Michael couldn’t see the guy opening his jeans, but he understood that the next guy was ready to mount him. His ordeal was not over. “Ooooooh” he groaned. “Yeah I know boy. Just a second….. I am going to give you my junk” the guy replied, as if Mike’s groaning was an encouragement. Michael was too weak to fight back and so he felt his ass open up for yet another thick cock. His ass muscles, which tried desperately to close for the last couple of minutes were forced to swallow yet another brick again. “Calm down and enjoy my dick you, whore. You don’t have to do a thing, just stay on your belly and keep those legs spread, I will do the rest you, ok bitch?” the guy asked, but didn’t actually care about an answer. Michael felt his guts being ripped apart again. It seemed like his fucker was trying to hammer another hole into his body. “Do you like my cock? Hm… answer me bitch, do you like my big fat poz-stick?” the voice asked again and again. Mike grunted - not being able to form a clear thought. Instead he tried to open his asshole for the aggressive intruder. The guy used his full body weight on the boy’s skinny frame. Sometimes he supported himself on his arms to thrust more powerful blows into the abused and bleeding boysnatch. Then another time he almost crushed Michael under his weigh. “Feel me, bitch….. drain my nuts with your tight ass” the big dicked hunk shouted. While banging the 18 year olds ass brutally, a melody started to play. The stallion was looking around but didn’t seem to slow down in his fucking movements. “Who`s fucking mobile is it…. ?” he yelled. There was no response. Mike’s clothes were still scattered around on the dirty mattress and out of the corner of his eye the banger saw the visual signs of an incoming call. The ringtone was a recording, Michael did at his church, while singing one of his favorite songs. “The LORD is my shepherd I shall not want He maketh me to lie down in green pastures He leadeth me, beside the still waters….” … and then again with the choir…. “My LORD is my shepherd I shall not want He maketh me to lie down in green pastures He leadeth me, beside the still waters….” “Still waters…. “ The hunk fished the mobile phone out of Mike’s pocket and saw the incoming call flashing on the screen. He hissed at one of the waiting guys to hold the mobile in front of the twink’s face. “But don’t let him touch it” he made sure the other guy understood, who read the name on the screen and laughed out loudly. The guy in Michael’s ass sped up. “I think this one’s for you” he signaled the second guy to flash the screen to Michael’s face and he looked in disbelief. ‘Mom’ was written on the screen and a picture of his smiling mother was looking at him. Michael reached his hands towards the ringing phone, but it was still ouf of touch for him. “Where are you….” he shouted at Mike and continued to fuck him violently.. Mike didn’t know what to answer. “Where does she think you are?” the question was specified. “…. friends house….” “Friends name!” the fucker demanded. “….. never *urgs* mentioned a *ufff* name….” Michael replied while being fucked harder than before. “…. Oh Fuck…..” the pummeling guy yelled and then pulled his club out of the adolescent’s ass. “…. Give me the god damn phone and make sure our guest won’t spoil the show” he instructed some onlookers. Michael’s shirt got used a second time tonight and was stuffed into his mouth. Breathing became difficult but he tried to stay calm. The guy who stuffed his mouth knelt with his full weigh on his back to keep him down, but he was to weak anyways. The first guy answered the phone quite breathlessly (no wonder) and in a sleepy tone “Hello….?” He slowly stroked his dick while looking down at Michael. A woman’s voice could be heard on the other side of the line and she seemed to be quite upset or extremely worried. “No, this is the Bartholomew residence…. yes of course Michael is here” he mocked the preys name pointing at him. “No – he is at our house. He and my son Matthew are in the same science class. They had to work on some papers. I thought he asked for your allowance to stay overnight…..” he rolled his eyes. “Yes…. No…. he forgot the phone in the living room. He is upstairs sleeping. I came down myself, because I heard the ringing… a beautiful tune, that’s what my wife also said” he kept on stroking his hard tool knowing he was about to destroy this guys ass as soon as he would end this call. “No, you don’t have to worry. I will tell Michael in the morning to give you call, as soon as he is awake and able to speak.” The guy was leering at Michael, whose legs were still spread widely. Without a warning he kicked the boy into his nuts….. just so. *Bang* Michael made noises like a hurt animal. “Oh no…. I just hit my little toe at the dining table…. walking around in the darkness….. Yes, the same to you. Have a good night and God Bless you too…..” he quit the call and handed the mobile to the second pal. “Keep it, we might use it later on” he winked at him. Dropping to his knees he didn’t need to search long for the bloody entrance. It was easy to sink into Mike’s ass. As soon as he lowered himself completely into this toyboy he fucked Michael like a sledge hammer. He ripped the shirt out of Mike’s mouth and with enough oxygen he was able to response in a proper powerfucking way. He continued grunting, moaning and whining, which was music to the ears for the bunch of guys, who were still waiting for their turn. “Here I cum…. take my load you bitch; you’re a poz cumdump. You are such a sleazy fuck…. you enjoy being our project, huh? The fucker unloaded his personal virus collection into Michael’s mildly resisting body. But who would judge them, because in the end it was him, who stared at the bulges of some guys and caused them to get horny for his ass. It was him, who answered softly ‘Yes’ when the question came up, if he would like to take some dicks up his ass. And it was him, who followed a stranger to this shack in the middle of the night. The fucker couldn’t help but to give the boy another kick into his nuts and while Michael wailed in his distress he buttoned himself up and made room for the next guy who seemed to be a tough one. He was a leather daddy and obviously a motor cyclist, since he carried his helmet around. He had a pair und handcuffs at the ready. ‘Sex had to hurt’, he remembered the words well and so he tried not to worry about the pain…. but he was sure, a couple of more hard fucks and he would be dead. Or at least wishing he was....

Thanks y'all. This story has a long arc, so I planned quite a few chapters. It starts in 1998 and I'm operating on the premise that the BB party in Chaser is in 2012. As long as y'all still like it, I'll keep going. How It All Began (I Guess) Hi guys, I'm Zach. I'm 18, a senior in high school, 5'10", play soccer and baseball. I'm in pretty decent shape. I go to school on Long Island and live with my brother and my parents. My family is really religious (Jewish) and we go to temple all the time. I'm also gay. But I feel like my head wants to scream "gay, gay, gay, gay, gay" all the time. I'm not out. I can't be. My dad says stuff all the time about the gays not letting him get his work done because they are so gossipy and how they are always so sexual it's no wonder they have diseases. It's really kind of paralyzing. He doesn't ever care that my mom's brother died of AIDS or that my brother and I had a favorite teacher in school, Mr. Bennett who taught English, and he died of AIDS. My brother and I watched him get sicker in school over months and then one day he stopped coming. I cried and cried for a week. He was so handsome and so funny and smart. I'm going to be an English teacher when I grow up because of him. I just know it. But, damn, my dad can be such an asshole. I just really want to walk around the house sometimes or say at dinner, "I'm gay! Gay, gay, gay, gay, gay." But I don't. I'm in the closet to everyone. And of course, I'm a total fucking virgin. 18 and a virgin. Loser. Long Island has millions of people on it, but our world is small. I've grown up playing league sports - soccer and baseball - and going to local public schools, Hebrew school once a week until I was 13, and temple. It's the same group of people. I've known them my whole life. Sometimes people come and go, like my best friend 2 years ago; but mostly it's just the same people. I can't imagine coming out here. My parents would be so ashamed. Ugh. But, all that said, soccer and baseball definitely provide some sexual release. OMG! The guys arms in the baseball uniforms and the legs in soccer shorts. Drool. I've played on the same team with most of these guys since I was little, or went to Hebrew school, or......ok, you get the point. So, it feels weird that I totally perv on them and then go home and jerk off to them. I jerk off to me sucking their dicks and tasting their cum. I jerk off to feeling their bodies and them feeling mine. Eli is my favorite to jerk off too. We play soccer together. We've played together for 10 years. He is not the most popular guy. His brother is in college locally, so he hangs out with his brother's friends a lot and not really with the "group." He has tight curly light brown hair, a hairless body except for a treasure trail and some hair on his ass that I've seen in the shower. Ugh, his smile is so fucking sexy. Things changed with Eli last weekend. We had a great game the other day and Eli's brother was there. He used to play soccer with us. We beat the other team 3-2. It was close and we fought hard to keep the ball down field. We were a fucking sweaty mess when the game ended. There was Eli's brother smiling and cheering. It was great. He came over and said the parents were out of town and let's all do back to their place for pizza. Our parents, of course my dad wasn't there, all said yes and after we all got cleaned up I swear it was like a minivan caravan over to Eli's house. My mom and the other mom's stayed for a bit. Eli's brother opened a bottle of wine for them and then another. What we didn't know is that Eli's brother convinced some of the mom's to let their guys stay over and have beers and watch movies. There were about 10 of us left and Eli's brother when the mom's left. Eli told us our folks said we could stay over. I don't know when the pizza was ordered but it showed up just when our mom's were leaving and they all chipped in for the food - drunken Jewish suburban Long Island ladies looking for money in their purses and talking loudly. It's so embarrassing and so funny. I was sitting between Eli and one of the other guys and we were fucking rolling laughing. Pizza set up in the kitchen, Eli's brother opens the beer fridge. He says we could have beer as long as we stayed at the house. At first we were slow about it and then we were drinking faster. Eli loosened up and so did I. We were laughing a lot. They other guys had basically spread out in a circle in the living room and we played a stupid game of truth or dare for awhile. The most anyone did for a dare was I had to take off my shorts and shirt and stay that way the whole game and a couple of guys made other guys kiss each other. Fuck, that kissing made me hard and I had to cover myself with a pillow. Eli was the last guy to have to kiss another guy and he was told to kiss our goalie - Rich. I was so fucking jealous. I think I turned red and blushed because I felt my body get hot. After that, Eli's brother, Ian, turned on a movie. Boogie Nights. He popped some popcorn and we ate cold pizza. Eli, Rich and I (I wanted to stay close in case they kissed again) went to get more beers. Instead, Eli grabbed some whiskey and we made whiskey and cokes and went back to watch the movie. I was still in my boxers from the game. I couldn't find my clothes yet since the living room was dark. We went back and our seats on the couch were taken. So Rich laid down on the floor and Eli and I sat on the floor leaning our backs on the end of the other couch. We were drinking and our shoulders were touching. I was so crazy horny for Eli that I thought I would stop breathing. I just kept drinking my drink because I wanted to cool down but I didn't know it just made you warmer - I was thinking, "it's got ice in it. it's cold right. it should cool me off." Eli noticed I was empty and he asked if I wanted more. I said sure. He got up and put his hand on my bare shoulder as he stood. His hand felt so soft and nice. Eli came back with the drinks. It's the scene were Dirk shows the Colonel his cock. Eli hands we my drink, sits down right next to me, legs touching, arms touching and leans over and says, "That cock must be huge." I gulp my drink and say yeah. Eli puts his hand between us and I feel his fingers touching my naked thigh just below my boxers. I don't say anything. We watch the rest of the movie. Guys are falling asleep. Ian comes over to Eli, who moves is hand a bit for the first time, and says most of the guys are passed out down here. If there are guys awake once it's over, put them in the family room and the spare bedroom. If you need more space, I can take one of the guys in my room; but you shouldn't. Ian then says to me, "You should feel free to stay in Eli's room." I think Eli and I must've totally blushed. I was a little drunk and I stammered something like, no need. Ian said, "dude you're our guest, no worries." Then, Ian went to bed. We had one more drink and then we finished the movie and with that hot scene seeing Dirk's cock at the end I got hard. Eli, his hand back on my thigh and boxer shorts now, noticed. He smiled. He sent me to clean up in the kitchen a bit and he got the guys all sorted out. He came back in the kitchen as i was throwing out the plates and he said, "Ready for bed?" I said yes and he took my hand and we went upstairs and shut his door. He pulled me to him and kissed me. It was my first kiss from a guy ever. I was so into it. I almost cried. He felt so right. His hands were all over me and I was a bit stunned into inaction. He took off his shirt and put my hands on him. I rubbed my hands all over his shoulders and back and I kissed his neck and chest. As I lowered myself to kiss his chest, he put is hands on my shoulders and pushed me gently down to my knees. I looked up at him and he slid my hands down to the waistband of his shorts. I felt is rock hard cock. I looked Eli in the eyes, hesitated, and pulled is shorts and briefs off. It was Eli's cock. He said, kiss it. I did. He said, open your mouth. I did. He asked me if I wanted to suck his cock. I said yes. He sat on his bed, spread his legs and i slid my hands over is naked thighs and I literally moaned out loud and I took is cock in my mouth. I didn't really know what I was doing so I tried to blow it at first and he said, no suck it. I changed up and started sucking his cock. This is what I always wanted. I was sucking Eli's cock. It tasted salty and sweaty and like him. I kept at it for a few minutes and he said, "I'm cumming." I didn't stop sucking. I felt him blast in my mouth. I loved it. I kept sucking as I swallowed his load. I wanted it all. He had to push me off and said, "Hey it's sensitive after I cum." He stood me up and slid off my boxers and said turn around. I did. He said you have an amazing ass. I said thanks. He pulled me into bed and played with and stroked my cock and sometimes my ass. We talked about it being my first time. He kissed me and said I was good at it. He asked if I wanted to try something else. I asked what he was thinking and he said fucking. I said, I'm not ready. I've never done that. He kept stroking me and he kissed me a lot. He said, "I guarantee that you will cum if I fuck you." His cock was rock hard again. I was stroking him some. I was scared. He looked at me and kissed me hard. I let him roll me on my back and he reached over to the nightstand for some vaseline. He opened the jar, put some on my dick and on his dick. We stroked together and kissed. Then he pushed my legs open and I spread them. He put some more vaseline on his fingers and started to play with my ass. He kept saying how great an ass I have. The first finger hurt and I lost some of my erection. He stroked and kissed me more as he eased his finger in and out of me. One and then two. I winced at two and he said, "Let me know when two feels good with no pain Zach." In a few minutes, I told him there was no more pain. He added a more vaseline and put a third finger in my ass. I winced again, but then tought of something. Health class! We need water based lube. I asked if vaseline was water based. I said, "We need to use water based lube with condoms." He smirked and said, "Don't worry. We will. I'm just opening you up using this stuff because it works better. The water lube isn't as good for your first time." He was fingering me and stroking me and it made sense. I was stroking is lubed cock. He said, "Tell me wen you want my cock inside you." After a few minutes, I did. I wanted his cock so much. He said, "Do you have a condom?" I said, "Yes! Don't you!" He said, "My mom found my stash this morning before she left and took them. She said we need to have a talk when my parents are back." I said, "That sucks. I have one in my wallet." We both looked at each other, realizing that my shorts were somewhere else in the house. "Fuck!" we said in unison. He pulled his fingers out of my ass and laid on his back. My ass felt empty. We kissed and I knew he was disappointed. So was I. He was more distant now. Not even really touching me for the first time in hours. It felt so lonely there next to him, not talking or touching. I had just done so much and I wanted to do more. I looked at him. He was looking away from me and stroking his cock. I took some more vaseline and started stroking his cock for him. He stopped and looked at me. I got up and straddled him. Our cocks were touching. I started to kiss him again. I never wanted this feeling to go away. He was playing with my ass again and pulled me up his body some so he could finger me. He did and it felt so good having his fingers inside me again. Now there was one or two from both hands. I winced every once in awhile because it was awkward and he was stretching my asshole from both sides. I reached behind me because his cock had slid below me as he was fingering me. I stroked his cock as he fingered me. I put his cock on my ass cheeks as is fingers played with my ass. Eventually I was rubbing his cock on my ass crack and he was stroking my cock. I looked at him and kissed him a lot. Then I rose up and put his uncovered cock on my virgin ass. I sat down and his cock pushed past my first ring. I almost screamed in pain. But I had to hold it because the house was full of our friends. He added more vaseline and I lowered my ass slowly down his uncovered cock. I felt his hair on my ass. I was all the way down. He cock was inside me. I was in a lot of pain. I told him. He said, "The pain will go away, just wait." I kissed him and he stroked me. I started to move to ride his cock. I knew we should be using condoms, but I just wanted him. I didn't care at that point. I started riding more and more until I could hear the bed squeaking, him moaning and me moaning. I was rock hard and loving his cock in me. I loved him. I loved how he made me feel - sexy, wanted, desired, happy. I was getting close. He said he was going to cum. I went to get off his cock. He said, "Let me cum in your ass." I knew it wasn't safe to do that. But I kept riding his uncovered cock. I wanted him so much. He came inside me. I was in heaven. I felt him cum and it spurt in my ass. I kissed him to keep the noise down. I came when he kissed me back and shot all over his abs. I rested that way laying on him for a while, his cock in me, his cum inside me, and I was so happy. In a bit I got off him and we cleaned up and fell asleep in is bed. I was hooked. That felt so amazing.

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…..

Part 3 I could not concentrate for the next two days. I would just sit at work thinking about what I had done, I could lose everything for some cheap thrills. My days were a blur, even the hubby thought I might be coming down with something. He felt a little bad for me since he was leaving out of town for the weekend. He had a soft ball tournament out of town; he was part of the local gay league. I pretended to I wanted him to stay, knowing full well he could not. I also felt relieved. I did not know what Sir would text me or what he actually wanted me to do and I would prefer to have my space to figure it all out. Maybe if I did what Sir tells me the first time he will be more understanding? The day finally came; the hubby had left for his tournament right after work with one of his team mates. It was Friday night; I sat in front of the TV having a drink to calm my nerves. I tried to have dinner but the nerves killed my appetite. *Ding* I jumped; I looked down at the phone, 9:03 pm, from Sir. My hands shook as I picked up my phone: “There is a box at your door, put on the stuff that is on there, and only that. Go to: 58932 Springfield Rd. Park across the street and text me back when you are there, make sure your ass is clean. Be there at 10PM, don’t text me till you get there or else” I went to my front door, there was a box, I looked around but saw nobody. It scared me a little; I had never actually given Sir my address. I opened the box, there was a collar, two wrist cuffs, jockstrap, short running shorts…if it wasn’t for the jockstrap my could would fall out and you could clearly see the bottom of my ass cheeks. There was a butt plug and tennis shoes. Nothing else. I walked out of my house, shaking a bit. I was nervous, should I do this? Is this dangerous? What am I getting myself into? What if I just told the hubby what was going on? But what if he didn’t understand, what if he got mad and left me, I could not risk that. I pulled up a block away from the address I was given, it was 9:55. I had never been to this part of town, it wasn’t the worst but it wasn’t the best either. I wasn’t sure what to expect and was scared shitless. At 9:59 I parked across the street from the given address. Exactly at 10 I texted Sir: “Here Sir” “Glad you can follow orders boy. Go to the address provided; do not knock on the door. Go down the left side of the house, there is a red brick walkway, go all the way to the back to the back yard, there will be a table with a blind fold. Set your belongings on the table and put the blind fold on and wait. No more texting until I text you unless you want your hubby to see what a good little slut catcher his husband is” I nervously got out of my car and walked down the side, I could smell the stench of piss in the air. It was dark and I could not really see where I was going. I tripped a few times along the way and popped into a back yard. It was a large backyard, dark, I couldn’t see much. I spotted the table and walked over, all I had on my was my cell phone and my car keys. I set them in a basket that was on the table and put on the blind fold. Then I just stood there for what seemed forever. I listened for anything but could not hear a thing. Then all of a sudden, there was a presence next to me. My back stiffened. I had not heard him sneak up on me. A leash was latched on to the collar on my neck. I felt a yank pull me forward. I started to speak but felt a slap across my face but still no voice. I was going to speak again but figured I should just play along to be safe. I was taken into a room, I could feel the temperature change, the room was warmer, musky. I was taken to what I think was a bench since I can’t really see because of the blindfold and bent over it. Whoever was holding the leash took each hand and chained the cuff to opposite ends of the bench. The leash itself was chained down to the front. I couldn’t really move. I started to panic and wrestle with the chains. I felt a hard blow on my ass and I yelped, it felt like a paddle. I felt a second blow; I yelped again, tears streaming down my face. What had I gotten myself into? I ball gag was put on me to keep the noise level down. All you could hear was my moaning with every whack, I could feel my ass cheeks burning from the sting. It finally stopped. Was it over? Can I go? I didn’t dare move. The guy left the room. I was left alone for an hour, I thought he would never come back and I would have to somehow escape. When he came back I could tell he was not alone, he had one other person with him. The ball gag was removed from my mouth. A bottle of what smelled like poppers was put under my nose and I took two big sniffs in each nostril. I then felt the tip of a cock on my lips and I opened up. I could tell he was big, uncut and thick. He had a musky smell, like he had just come from the gym and not showered; it was sort of a turn on. He slid his cock in and started to deep fuck my throat, I was gagging but he didn’t care. He just kept driving into my throat. At the same time I felt another cock pressing up against my hole. I was trapped between two men and could not move. I had no clue who was fucking me. The guy on my ass didn’t even take it easy, in one fell swoop he shoved it up my ass, I pulled off the first guys cock and screamed, he took a rag and put it over my mouth, it had been soaked in poppers. For minutes that is all I could breath, I felt like I was about to pass out, and the guy on my ass never missed a beat. The first guy pulled the rag from my face and shoved his dick back down my throat. I flailed around while I was being spit roasted. Had it not been for the chains holding me down I would have fallen off the bench. The guy behind me picked up speed and started slamming into my hole. I could feel my ass burn and stretch with every thrust. He kept slapping my ass as he slammed into me. All of a sudden he grabbed my shoulders and pulled my body back onto his dick. He grunted several times and I could feel his cock expand and dump his load into my hole. By this point I was in heaven, perhaps this was a good decision after all. He pulled out and I felt empty. He came around and feed me his cock, having me clean it, I could taste the iron, smell my ass juices and cum, I knew he had done a number on my hole. The second guy wasted no time getting into my ass while I cleaned the first one. He started pumping hard, with every thrust my throat went deeper on the dick I was trying to clean. It didn’t take him long to bust. He bit into my shoulder as he thrusted his cock deep into me and deposited his load too. He came around to have me clean his cock, I started licking it clean and I felt a warm stream start to come out. I started to choke, it was his piss, I had never drank piss before, it was bitter. I didn’t want to piss them off since I was still tied down and I did my best to drink every drop. He was almost done pissing when I felt a second warm stream on my hole. I was never into piss but this was starting to feel hot. Then there was silence, I heard some movement and a voice: “I am going to unchain you, after I do, count to 100 and you can take the blind fold off and leave. You will find your belongings on the table. Do not do it before, you know the rules, don’t break them or we will tell Sir.” The left the room, I heard the door close, I counted to 100 and took the blind fold off. It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the light. As I looked around, all I saw the bench, a table, mirrors, an assortment of toys and what scared me the most, a camera, right in front of where I was, the recording light still blinking. I grabbed my stuff and walked back down the side of the house to my car. I got in and locked the door. I reeked of piss and I was shaking but I also noticed that my cock was rock hard, and my ass was leaking cum. I reached down, dipped a finger into my hole and brought it to my lips. My phone pinged; I had a text from Sir: “Good job boy, you are good at following orders. I hope you are ready for more; we have a long night ahead of us. You might have noticed the camera in the room, I have you on film. Do as I say or your husband gets a copy. Go to the following address, don’t text me until you get there: 87481 Main St More to come……

1. Nathan I had volunteered to drive my nephew Greg cross-country to college. I thought the trip from Virginia to California would be a fun trip for the two of us. I lived near his university, so at the end of the drive, I'd be close to home. And, if we drove faster than we planned, he could stay with my partner Jason and myself until his move-in date for the dorms. But, I hadn't seen Greg in a year or so, and I hadn't realized what a hot young man he had grown into. We were only two days into our cross-country drive, and I was already on edge. The first day, I had been exhausted from the long flight the day before and the early start of driving. I hadn't even tried to get off. Then, starting this morning, I thought Greg had been teasing me every chance he had. He kept me right on edge. The morning had begun by him bouncing around the small hotel room in just his underwear, showing off his perfect bubble butt, and what looked like a massive cock. He insisted we get on the road without showering, saying there would be plenty of time in the evening. Throughout the day's drive, there were lingering touches, definitely longer than they needed to be. Without a shower, I could almost smell the hormones mixed in with the sweat coming off his body. When we checked into a motel, having made it to Texas, all I could think of was escaping into the shower, and getting off. If I didn't get some relief, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to control myself around Greg. I was thankful that he let me take the first shower. I grabbed some clean clothes and went into the bathroom, hoping my incipient erection wasn't too obvious. But, just as I had gotten the water adjusted and climbed in, even before I had started to deal with insistent throb between my legs, Greg opened the door, and walked in. "Fuck, I have to piss," he said. I heard a long stream of water, then the flush of the toilet. Even twenty years after my own college days, I still instinctively jumped back from the shower head, avoiding the scalding water. "Oh, sorry," Greg said, noticing me at the far end of the tub. He had already stipped down to his underwear and his fat cock hung down, still exposed. He stared at me a moment, through the shower curtain. "I don't remember that tattoo, Uncle," he said. I was immediately self-conscious. My partner Jason had suggested the tattoo. It was a belt of ammo around my thigh, still only partially completed. Each bullet had a name written on it, with a biohazard symbol next to the name. I wasn't at all ready to explain the symbolism to him; it was a dark and complex fetish that many people didn't understand. Greg didn't notice or didn't care about my discomfort, but quickly stepped out of his underwear and into the shower with me. He kneeled down in front of me, examining the tattoo. He ran his finger over the bullets, stopping at the second one, labelled "Jason Spencer." "Isn't that your Jason?" he asked, referring to my partner. "Yeah, it is," I said. As I answered, his hand stroked the inside of my thigh, right where the belt began. The name there was Alan Chase, the bullet was upside down. He let his arm drift up, the back of his hand touching my low-hanging balls. "That's a fucking hot tattoo," he said. "You want to see my tattoo?" he asked, seemingly unconcerned about the symbolism of my partner's name on a bullet. Nor did he appear to notice that my cock was getting hard as he touched my body. "Sure," I answered, not sure what else to say. I was trying to think about something else, anything else other than his hand rubbing against my balls. He stood up, then turned around and bent over, presenting me with his perfect ass. I could see the tattoo on his right ass cheek, two small interlocking male symbols. I knelt down, the water from the shower hitting my back. I ran my fingers over the ink, and felt the raised texture. The tattoo was clearly fresh, probably less than a month old. "You like it?" he asked. I noticed there was fear in his voice. He was taking a risk, unsure of what he was doing, and unsure how I would react. "It's nice," I said. Without thinking, I added, "Does your dad know?" I realized it was an ambiguous question: was I referring to the tattoo or the content of the tattoo. I wasn't sure if I even knew which I was asking. "No, he doesn't. I used a fake ID to get it done," Greg said. "And he definitely doesn't know what it's of," he continued. That close to his beautiful young ass, I had to restrain myself. The butt was crying out for me to pull apart his cheeks, gently lick his hole, and rub my goatee against his sensitive parts. But, there was a constant drumbeat: this was my brother's son. My Godson. No matter my desires, I needed at least to try to control myself. My cock didn't about my feeble attempts at restraint. It had decided much earlier that it needed hole, and Greg's hole in particular. It was responding to how close I was to what it demanded. I stood up, and turned to the stream of water, my back facing Greg. I needed to hide my erection from him. Greg stood up as well, wondering what was happening. "Something wrong, Uncle?" he asked. I turned to face him. As I turned, our cocks slapped against each other. Even without looking, I knew he was just as erect as was I. Greg felt it as well. He reached down and grabbed my shaft. "Or is something right?" "You're my nephew," I said. Like I was trapped in a bad porn film, I continued, "What would your dad say?" I laughed as soon as I said it. "God, that sounded like a bad porn film." "You're not in a bad porn film," Greg said. He kneeled down in front of me again. He ran his fingers over my tattoo again, tracing out the first bullet, the one that I knew belonged to Alan. "Your movies are fucking amazing. And my dad doesn't need to know anything: your movies, your tattoos, my tattoo, or our boners. At least not yet." He emphasized "our," reminding me that we were in this together. Fuck. He had seen the movies I had done. The symbolism of the tattoos wasn't a mystery for him. He knew exactly what turned me on, and he knew the buttons to push. I wondered if he hadn't planned the last two days all along. His hands were on my balls, and before I could do anything, his mouth was on my cock. "No," I protested, and tried to push him away. But his tongue was going over my cockhead, and my brain stopped working. By the time my hands reached his head, rather than pushing him away, I wrapped my hands around his head. I held him on my cock and started to push my hard shaft to the back of his mouth and down his throat. He needed no encouragement from me, swallowing my cock all the way. One of his hands dropped down, slowly stroking his cock, but I didn't care. I was lost in my own pleasure, trying hard not to shoot right then and there. I knew there were better, more dangerous places to shoot. I was sure that Greg knew what I wanted, but his desires were still unclear. I wasn't sure if he really knew what he was getting himself into. He knew full well what I was capable of doing to him, and hadn't hesitated at starting it off. But he was a horny teenager, looking for excitement and danger, unable to understand what it meant for the rest of his life. Finally, I pulled my cock out of his mouth. I immediately missed the warm, wet attention on my cock and forced myself not to shove it back in. I pulled Greg off his knees, and stared into his brown eyes. I said nothing, but just kissed him, exploring his mouth with my tongue. I didn't let him get his tongue into me: I had to let him know who was in control here. Our hard cocks were rubbing up against each other, making sure we were aroused. After a few minutes of lip-lock, I broke off. "Let's get out of the shower," I said. "I think we need to talk more. Maybe do more. Bed?" "I like that, Uncle Nate," he replied. "I think you need another bullet on your tat." I tried not to think about the implications of what he had just said. I turned off the shower, and we quickly dried off. He headed out of the bathroom, and I let my cock eagerly follow his ass. I grabbed some lube and poppers out of my bag, and put them on the bed table. Greg watched me; I wondered if he noticed that I didn't include any condoms in the supplies. I got on the bed. Greg jumped on top of me and let my cock slide between his legs. He leaned over and kissed me. This time I let his tongue slip into my mouth. At the same time, I was rubbing my cock against his ass, just a small reminder of who was in control here. He seemed nervous about this, sometimes easing into my strokes, and other times pulling back. "You sure about this, Greg?" I asked. "Yeah, I am." He paused. "As sure as I've been about anything, Uncle." "How much experience have you had? This isn't your first time, is it?" There was a hesitancy and nervousness that I couldn't quite figure out. I thought it was fear about what he was getting himself into, but, just as easily, it could have been simple inexperience. "First time as a bottom. And certainly the first time getting bred." He kissed me again. "I've always been a top before." "From what you've said, I guess you've seen some of my movies," I asked. "Only one. Infectious Fun," he said. "You've done more?" "Yeah, a few." "I didn't even know it was you when I downloaded it. I had only just met Jason when I downloaded it. But, fuck, I've shot so many loads, wishing I was Ben, getting fucked by you and Jason. Getting bred by the two of you" I remembered Infectious Fun. It was the first movie that Jason and I had done together, and my first movie ever. Together, with a few other tops, we had bred Ben over the course of a long, drug-fueled weekend. Ben, had gotten the flu less than four days later. He hadn't even made it to his twenty-first birthday. "You're sure of this?" I asked, one more time. "Yeah, I am." Greg rolled off of me, and grabbed my leg. He ran his fingers over the bullets. "Alan starts. Then Jason," he said, fingering the first and second bullet. "Ben's here," he said as he ran his finger over the third one, "Ben Moore," he repeated. "And so many more," he said as he ran over the numerous other names. "I want my name on here as well. Right here," he said, running his finger against the last bullet. He paused, staring directly at me. "But, are you willing to go forward with this, Uncle?" he asked. "I know what I want. But it has to be from you. From Jason." I didn't know. My brain was telling me to go slowly, go safely. This was my nephew; the son of my own brother. I sat up on the bed, shifting my position between Greg's legs. I had a responsibility to teach him, to mold him into a fine young man, to help him grow into an adult. But my cock had no doubts about what it needed to do. As I guided my dick between Greg's legs, and let it press up against his butt, I knew what it wanted. It wanted into Greg. It wanted in him raw, deep, and unprotected. It wanted to fuck Greg hard, shoot a thick, toxic load deep, and tag the boy permanently. Greg could tell I was struggling with the decision. "I want this. Badly," he said. His cock was hard as a rock, a drop of pre-cum already forming at the tip. "I think you do too," he said, grabbing my cock. "And I know your cock wants it," he said, stroking my shaft. Before I could say anything, he pulled me down and gave me a kiss. He was a surprisingly good kisser, tender and aggressive at the same time. "I need you to be the first one, Uncle Nate." Like an addict begging for another hit, the need in voice was obvious. Seeing him on his back, his legs wide open, inviting me in, I couldn't resist any longer. "I can't say no," I said as I moved in between his legs, putting them on my shoulders. "Forgive me," I said. I wasn't sure if I was asking for forgiveness from Greg or myself. "Forgiveness for what? For giving me I have been wanting from you for months, maybe years?" Greg asked. "Do what you know you want to do." I grabbed the lube, and poured some on my fingers. Slowly, I pressed them between Greg's firm ass cheeks, finding his virgin hole, and pushing into his innocent, young body. His hole was hot and tight, just as I knew it would be. He gasped as my finger entered him, but at the same time, he still was smiling widely. We stayed silent as I worked my index finger deeper into him, only his occasional moan breaking the silence. Greg must be have been able to hear my heart pounding, both excited and scared. But inside of him, I felt the same drumming: he was also aroused and terrified. Before, I had never really known who I was breeding. They were strangers who passed through my life. Some of them, like Jason, took up bigger roles after I had done my work. But Greg was different. I was about to infect my own flesh and blood. I had met him hours after he was born and there had been summers together, first with Alan, then with Jason. He was the closest thing I had to my own child, and I was his godfather. I was about to fuck him raw and shoot my poz cum into him. I was going to mark him and change him forever. In some ways, it was the logical next step in our deepening relationship. Before I changed my mind and ran away, I poured more lube on my hand, and worked a second finger into his hole. For a virgin, he was taking my fingers easily, opening up and letting me get in deep. "Ready, boy?" I asked. "Ready for the real thing?" "Please, Uncle," he said, softly. His cock was still hard, and there was a small pool of pre-cum on his flat stomach. I knew even if I had doubts about what I was going to do, Greg had none at all. I handed him the bottle of poppers, and as he did a hit, I dribbled a bit of lube on my shaft. He put down the brown bottle. I lined my cock up. Greg nodded at me, and I pushed my cockhead into him, feeling the warmth of his body envelop it. He grimaced slightly at my cock invading his body. Before I pushed in any further, I let him get used to me inside of him. "Doing ok, boy?" I asked. I slipped a bit more of my fat shaft into his tight hole. Somehow, calling him boy came completely naturally to me. Nothing was going to stop me from marking him as my own, and soon I'd be a part of his genes just as much as his "real" dad. Even more, he had picked me specifically for this honor, a conscious choice, not the choices of the fates that got him his father. "Yeah, Uncle Nate. I'm fine." he said. Even if it was uncomfortable for him, he was smiling. "Your cock is inside me. This is what I've been dreaming about for months now. And now it's real." I went slowly, letting him get used to my cock. I wasn't small, and if this was really his first time, he was probably in more discomfort than he was letting on. "More?" I asked. I wanted him to be in control of this fuck, at least for now. Later, there would be plenty of time for a more aggressive fuck. Next time, I'd work to give Greg what he seemed to want, but for now, I could overrule my cock, and go at Greg's pace. "Please, Uncle Nate," he said. I held his legs, and leaned in to kiss him. He stuck his tongue into my mouth, exploring it. I shifted my weight slightly, pushing my cock deeper into his hole. He sighed for a moment, a hint of discomfort. "I'm good," he immediately said, noticing the concern on my face. "You're big," he said, smiling. "It feels amazing. But fuck, it's big." "This really your first time bottoming?" I asked. "Well, once before. A guy tried, but he wasn't as big as you. And he insisted on wearing a condom, even though he was neg." "And?" "It hurt. And I wasn't too into it." "This?" "What I always dreamed getting fucked would feel like." He was smiling, and I went in a little deeper. I was almost balls-deep in Greg, and he had taken it like a porn star stunt bottom. "Almost there, boy," I said. "Just a bit further." "Do it, Uncle," he said, "Put it all the way in me." I did, and there were still smiles from Greg. "All the way in," I said. "Ready for the pounding to begin, boy?" "Fuck yeah, Nate, give it to me." I leaned in again, letting our lips lock as I started to pump in and out of his tender ass. He reached down and put his finger next to his hole, feeling how he was stretched around my cock. "Raw," he said. I just nodded, enjoying the intimacy of the fuck. He moved his hand down, and grabbed my balls. Between the warm shower, and the massive load of cum in that had built up in them, they were hanging low. With each stroke into his ass that I took, they swung back and forth. "Full," he said. He was too engrossed with the sensations of getting fucked to say anything more than monosyllables. "And potent," I said. "You doing good?" He nodded his head, and I thought he was going to say something. I slowed down my strokes, letting him gather his thoughts. He opened his mouth again, but then stopped. I watched him carefully, drinking in his beauty at this moment. I was also a bit worried. This was now real, not just a jerk-off fantasy. When I came, it would be forever. He closed his eyes, still smiling, still feeling my balls. A few moments later, there was a single tear in each eye. "I'm scared," he finally said. "I don't want to get sick" Even before he finished talking, I had stopped fucking him. "Should I pull out?" I asked. I wanted to breed him, but I knew I had to respect his limits and desires. He grabbed onto my ass, forcing me back into his body, deep and hard. "NO," he said forcefully. "No matter what, don't stop. Don't pull out. I need you to cum in me." "But you're scared?" I asked. His eyes were red now, a steady stream of tears flowing. He nodded. again, then closed his eyes. His ass clenced around my cock, holding me in place, in place deep inside of him. "Yes, I'm scared," paused, and then continued, "But I'm also scared to go to college. I'm scared to leave home. I know I need to make this step. It's the fear that makes it exciting." He opened his eyes again. I could see the fear in them, but also the desire. There was nothing I could say. He knew what was happening, and what he was choosing. I just leaned in and licked off his tears, then kissed him. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. He seemed particularly vulnerable and delicate in that moment, and I wanted to let him know it was going to be alright. Moreover, my dark desires wanted to exploit that moment, because I knew he was an easy and willing target. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "And I'm going to shoot my load in you. Ready?" My cock was throbbing, and my balls were swollen with cum. I had been on edge for so long, I couldn't hold back much longer. "Fuck yeah, I am, Uncle Nate. I want this so badly." He smiled at me. "Shoot it in me deep, and don't pull out." He pulled himself up against me, his ass pressing against my balls, my cock deep inside of him. "Infect me, Uncle. Please?" The words sent me over the edge and I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed in deep, and let my cock take over. "I love you, nephew," I whispered into his ear. I grunted, and I felt the pulse of cum travel the length of my cock, spraying Greg's guts. "Take my sperm. Take my virus." My spurt was strong enough that even Greg felt it. "Damn," he said, his eyes widening. "More. Please," he said. I obliged, and several more volleys followed in quick succession. I could feel a pool of sperm accumulating inside of Greg. I knew it was going to slowly soak in to him and hopefully take over his body. "My pleasure, Greg," I said, another two spurts shaking my body and landing in his hole. Another slow spurt of sperm into him, and I knew that I was done. At least for this round. But I was still hard, and I didn't try to pull out. I wanted Greg to decide when he was ready. And I wanted to work my load into his hole. I just held him closely, kissing him. "Sorry I didn't last longer, boy," I said. "Your ass was just too perfect." He didn't reply directly. He just pulled me closer and kissed me for a bit. "Your balls drained now, Uncle?" he asked. "Hardly, Greg." We shifted slightly, my cock still connecting us. "And me?" he asked. "Is that it?" "For?" "Getting sick? Being infected?" "No. I'm on meds. It's going to take a lot more loads before one takes and you get converted. And even if this one fuck had worked, that's not a good reason to stop fucking you," I said, smiling. "Good," Greg said. "I enjoyed that. Next time though, I get to cum as well though." "Maybe. Or I keep you on edge for days, just like I've been for the past few days. But now, I think we need some food."

I'm not Sure how i feel about what i'm about to write, it was scary and painful and i my body betrayed me because in the end i really liked it, i'm hard as a rock just thinking about it, you see me & my (Straight/Bi) married younger brother have started fucking around on the side and We kinda have a don’t tell policy about out little playtime, he doesn’t tell my boyfriend and I don’t tell Anyone else, like my sister-in-law, this last Friday he changed the game he showed up at the same time as always but this time he showed up with three of his friends from work, he said they wanted to checkout my new PS4, they had beer and Tequila chips and dip , a little after work party, his friends were pretty cool and not bad looking either I sat on the side while they ran around the virtual world shooting up stuff drinking beer and taking Tequila shots, I’m really into the game at this point, not paying a lot of attention to what’s going on, my brother says “back in a min. gotta go drain the python!” one of his friends Mark says “that Shit’s not a python it’s another fucking leg!” he says laughing, now I’m watching two of the guys play so I don’t see my brother when he comes out of the bathroom, all the guys look over at the same time “oh Shit” my brother comes walking over and stands in front of the T.V. with his Pants & underwear down around his ankles , both of his hands are wrapped around his cock and still 5 inches are showing, he starts walking toward me and says “Open your mouth!” I say “No, get outta here” I act like he’s kidding around and we’ve never fooled around before, “I Said suck my fucking dick!” and he pushes it into my face, I said “no stop playing”, I feel someone grab my head and he keeps it in place, now I can’t move my head and my brother’s massive cock forces it’s way thru my lips, so give in and start sucking, I hear the whole room say different things “holly Shit” “fuck how is he taking that shit?” my brother pulls out so I think he done, I’m thinking he’s just showing off in front of his friends, but right as he pulls out one of his buddy’s shove his cock in my mouth it’s not as long as my brother’s dick but it’s getting fatter around in my mouth, I hear my brother say “Next!” and another dick gets put in my mouth this one is big and uncut leaking precum like crazy into my mouth, he grabs my head and rams his semi-soft dick down my throat and leaves it there holding my nose, I feel it growing hard down my esophagus, filling my throat so I can’t breath then pulling out just when I think I won’t get any air, they somehow pick me up and flip me on my back so my ass is up and the back of my head is down on the couch, then the fourth guy kneels in front me, he’s a black guy with a huge dick he starts fucking my mouth, it goes in easier now that I’m on my back I can take the length a lot easier but it’s still to fat for my mouth, he pulls it out of my mouth and slaps my face saying “watch the teeth!” then back in it goes, the blood is rushing to my head, I’m really dizzy it so surreal, the black guy pulls out now the Uncut German guy is fucking my throat when I realize my pants and underwear are coming off, I hear the Latin guy say while playing with my big hairy balls “man he has a pretty big dick!” jacking it my precum starts flowing like a bottle of lube I can feel his hand roughly slapping my dick “he got this hard from sucking dick?” the German guy says “watch this” he pulls his dick out of my mouth and puts his ass in my face, so I start licking it , his hole is kind of Hairy and smells really musty an sweaty but I lick his hole from ball sack to drilling deep in his hole, he gets off of my face and now mark starts pumping my mouth with his 7 inch cock, not as big as the other guys but still choking me, I start feeling fingers playing with my hole using my pre-cum to wet it, then someone spits, and then I feel what feels like a hand go in, I hear my brother say “see this is what I did to his ass on vacation” my brother is opening my hole he’s fucking me slow and deep, “turn him over” some one says, they flip my over so my ass is hanging over the back of the couch, “wait wait” I say but they don’t hear me the uncut German guy goes in my hole his pre-cum makes great lube, he fucks my ass slapping my dick which gets harder with every thrust! He black guy is back in my mouth, I’m sucking his cock and it taste so good now that I’m use to the size, the guy pumping my ass starts shooting his load I can feel him pulse each shot deep in my hole, he pulls out and another dick goes in, he’s fucking me so hard our balls are slapping together, “oh Fuck Oh Fuck!” I hear him say, then I feel him pulse and shake pounding his load deep in my ass, he pulls his softening dick out and then I’m pulled down on the floor onto my back! I feel a huge pain in my ass but the next cock is so big it push the cum deeper into my hole, it really hurt at first but with each thrust it feels better, feels so good now ,I know he’s my brother but his massive cock feels so good, the black guy and my brother are fucking me from both ends, my brother’s cock in my ass has me so full my dick is super hard now from the Pounding my hole is getting, the black guy is holding my hands down as he pumps my throat , my hole I now a loose open wet mess now my brother is banging me to the hilt I’m taking his full fat 9 inches I’m so hard, my hole is so open my brother Pulls all the way out then plows into me balls deep fuck his cock is so hard he screams out “Holy Fuck!” and starts pump my ass full of cum! He’s so deep in my ass the pulse of him fucking me triggers me cumming I start shooting a fountain of cum all over my face and chest, the black guy pulls out of my mouth runs over to my ass and plunges is fat dick in my hole unloading another huge load! The guys all get dressed and out in minutes, my brother says “that was fun, see you next week!” and I’m by myself, I stand up and as I make my way to the bathroom cum just pours out of my ass, I’m not sure how I feel about what happened, I think I could have stopped it but I kinda didn’t want to, it got a little rough but I guess no pain , no gain, and my wild open ass is still sore after 3 days, I hope they each come back one day so I can fuck their holes!

So I went to Berlin last weekend... I checked into my hotel around 8pm and instantly started getting my ass ready for my first evening in Berlin. I was going to the Biohazard party, a BB party for poz guys only, and by 10pm I was standing in a changing room, stripping down to my jockstrap and running shoes alongside a throng of other guys in various states of undress. I had met up with a Danish BB top outside the venue, so we started off with a beer in the bar. And then the fun began... At first I did that cruisy walking-around-waiting-to-be-grabbed thing, but after the first man had fucked me I just stayed on my hands and knees on the bench where he had fucked me and waited to see if another man would be tempted. Oh, boy... Yup, that strategy worked!!! In the beginning I guess I was a bit shy, sticking my ass in the air and hiding my face in my arms while men took turns in my hole, but as the evening wore on I grew into owning my sluttiness and brazenly looked around me as men were pounding my ass, making eye contact with on-lookers and inviting them to be next in line... The cocks were generally good. All shapes and sizes, but mainly average-to-large. Cock number 15 was quite average in size, but he kept changing angles as he fucked me, so he opened me up more than any of the previous cocks had done. At that point I was on hands and knees on a padded bench up against a wall with a huge mirror and lots of on-lookers. And then... Then came cock number 16! Damn... Ouch... He was thick, so I appreciated the work number 15 had done on my hole, but the worst/best was the length! It hurt every time he went deep - and he went deep with almost every thrust, making me cry out and pull faces every time he hit me hard inside... I guess I must have been quite a noisy bottom as he fucked me, because we drew quite a crowd... And thanks to the mirror on the wall right in front of me I could see them all - and they could see my face and my expressions of pain and ecstasy! They were actually cheering him on to fuck me harder and deeper, apparently turned on by a bottom getting fucked to the very limits of what he could take! (Except one very sweet guy who came up to me and wanted to check if I was okay... Awr... Filthy pigs can be caring! - And of course I was more than okay!) When he was done with me I really needed a break (I had also taken a break after cock number 7), but numbers 17 and 18 were waiting in line and it would just have been rude to turn them down... After number 18 I was beginning to get tired - and sore, but never mind; that was only to be expected! But I figured a break would enable me to take at least a few more cocks before throwing in the towel. So I took another 4 cocks and then decided on another break, but while I was sitting in the lounge this guy began fondling my cock through my jock strap. Sorry, but I couldn't care less about my cock in a setting like that, so I shifted a bit and leaned backwards enough that my hole was exposed, and then I removed his hand to my hole... He got the general idea and started fingering me a bit before pulling me up to a standing position, turning me around and bending me over. So he was number 23... He fucked me for a while, and then he invited his boyfriend to try my hole - number 24 - and they took turns fucking me right there in the lounge next to the food buffet! When they were done with me, though, I was done... It was getting very late and I was tired and had a wet, sore, fucked-out hole. I have no idea how many men came inside me, but it was quite a few, judging by the amount of cum I had leaked unto the hotel sheets when I woke up Saturday morning! ......................................................... So that was the Friday night... Well, I was also in Berlin on Saturday! I spent the day mooching about town and being cultural and so on - basically giving my still-sore hole a bit of a chance to recover from Friday night... Saturday afternoon I got myself ready once more and by 5:45pm I was at Fickstutenmarkt, getting naked along with the other mares / Stuten. Whereas getting changed on Friday had had that slightly sexy tinge of not knowing if I'd end up getting fucked by the guy changing next to me, on Saturday I knew I was getting changed with bottoms only. (At Fickstutenmarkt - "fuck-mare-market" - the bottoms arrive early and are completely naked, blindfolded and tied up when the stallions / tops arrive.) I made a tactical error, though. I should have tried to secure a place on one of the benches, but instead I wandered around and when the time came for the "stall-helpers" to blindfold us bottoms I was placed standing somewhere. (I really have no idea where I was!) This probably meant I didn't get as much cock as I could have had - and crucially it also meant I was standing up! Quite frankly, standing up for hours is not pleasant, and in time my feet and knees became sore way before my hole did. When you start thinking "actually, I'd rather like to just lie back in crisp, white hotel sheets" it's perhaps time to leave... So I only took 8 cocks at the Fickstutenmarkt, leaving at 9:45pm and being back at my hotel by 10pm... I'm pretty sure I could have taken a LOT more if I didn't have to stand up, but that's how it was. And 32 cocks within 24 hours is not too bad, I think. It's anybody's guess how many loads I actually took that weekend - probably a lot of the tops just fucked me for a while and then moved on to the next hole - but who cares. The mere feeling of being slutty enough to allow tops free access to my hole was SO satisfying... ............................................... The next time I go to Berlin I think I'll try out Fickstutenmarkt again - but make sure to arrive as early as possible and hog a place on one of the central benches! And I'll try to find a weekend where there's both a Fickstutenmarkt and a Biohazard party...

One of my fuckbuddies self-identifies as straight. From what I can tell from his Facebook and comments, he has plenty of girls that he hangs out with and bangs. Yet every few weeks, he's over at my place, fucking me senseless. I have no idea why I find that so incredibly hot. He hasn't been the only self-identified straight guy I've slept with. There have been others, others with greater or lesser skills in the bedroom. And plenty of gay guys, too. Yet, if I was to score them, to rank them on hotness, on the session, and on their skills, straight guys always start with bonus points because they mainly bang girls -- and me. Anyone else find this to be the case? Sure, these self-professed straight guys could be in denial, but as far as I can tell, they really are into making love to girls and fucking the shit out of boys. That right there just makes my dick hard. Or maybe you don't like straight guys at all. Do you find straight guys a turn off? What works for you? And what doesn't? (I'm gay. I love gay guys, too. There's just some added bit of pleasure when the cock plowing me usually plows pussy.)

Hello all Neg muscled college athlete and I'll be visiting DC the first week of october to see some buddies at GW! Would love to really explore my wilder piggier side love cum and will take it wherever it's given... like a good bottom boi should. would love to see what true studs can do to my tight jock hole

That sounds absolutely hot! and I love guys that cum quickly!

I packed fairly lightly in a duffel bag and a backpack. My aunt said there was a washer/dryer at the cabin and some stores in Cooperstown. I took the bus from Queens Village. My parents dropped me off in the morning and I would have about 6 weeks up there with almost no company and then my family would come up for a week and then take me to college in August. After saying goodbye to my family, I climbed on the bus and sat down next to an old lady eating oranges. I remember the smell of the oranges. The rest of the bus smelled like a bus, but she smelled great. To this day I smell oranges and it evokes a feeling of letting go of bad things and setting a new path. The lady and I chatted and all the way to Kingston where I switched buses. At this point, I needed to piss and eat so I used the facilities and by the time I got on the other bus it was packed. There were only a few seats left and I sat in the back near a guy about my age. Turns out that he was headed to Delhi and his name was Steve. Steve was attractive, but small and wiry. He had a kind of skater vibe to him. He was from Albany and we talked about college, etc. Delhi is a SUNY school town. He was going back because he said he couldn't be around his family the rest of the summer and was moving into his apartment early. He got off in Delhi after giving me his number. Delhi is a bit far from Cooperstown, so I doubted I'd call him but it was nice and if I desperately needed a human to chill with I could do a lot worse. The rest of my ride was quiet and there was a super hot guy sitting near me. I got so fucking horny on the bus I wanted to jerk off right there. I started rubbing myself but after I got hard someone got up to go to the bathroom and I realized I'd never get off safely on the bus. After 8 hours on the bus, I got off in Coopertown. I'd been here before. I liked the little down. My uncle was standing next to his beater pickup truck that remained year round at the cabin and we drove out to the cabin, which is about 5 miles out of town. He and my aunt helped me get settled in and at dinner said they would be up most weekends and then definitely for the week my family was coming up. But they would be gone during the week. My uncle said it would be good if I could do some chores while I was there - cut fire wood, seal the driveway, repair the porch screens, etc. He had a list and said he'd definitely be up to help with the bigger things - roof, fence, remove the tree stump from the tree that fell over during the winter. I was definitely working for my keep. The cabin is 3 bedrooms on three floors, but the bottom floor wasn't much then, it was meant to be a nice family room but it only had a fold out bed where my brother and I slept most times we visited. It had it's own couch and some bunkbeds built into the wall. The top floor was two bedrooms and a bathroom and the main floor was a bedroom, dining room, big living room and a large screened in porch that over looked the woods behind the house. It was comfortable, but everything needed some work. Work that I was going to be doing. After a trip to the store my uncle and aunt left and left me to do some chores and on my own for the week. The first thing I did was jerk off all morning. Fuck that felt good. I really needed to get off. That day I realized a few other things - I needed to chop wood if I wanted a fire for warmth, there was no real television reception except grainy network television on a small television in the master bedroom (which was not my room), and that my uncle had left some money, the key to the lock on the beer fridge and a note that said I should replace what I drank with the money he left. He also said that he'd teach me stick shift over the next few weekends so I could drive around and explore. Tuesday morning I woke up and ran into Cooperstown. It's about 5 miles on hills so it's a tough run for a Long Island kid where the land is basically flat. When I got to town there was a convenience store I'd been to a few times, it had one of those old area maps in a glass case by the door. I went over and looked at it. There was a couple that came past as I was there. They recognized me and told me they were the neighbors. I remembered them and said hi. They asked how I was settling in. I said well but still figuring things out. They asked if I was getting around ok and I told them about the truck. Mr. and Mrs. Rider, the neighbors, said they were up here all summer and that Mr. Rider would come over and show me the basics of driving manual transmission. I thanked them and we split up. I walked around town, ate, walked around some more and then popped in my new earbuds and ran back to the cabin. Over the next week, Mr. Rider taught me to drive and he and Mrs. Rider showed me around town some more. When my aunt and uncle came back up that weekend, I told them all the Riders had done and my aunt and uncle took us all over to the Otesaga Hotel for Sunday brunch to say thank you. The brunch was fucking amazing - seriously I'm sure I had never seen so much insane foods. I ate like a pig - 5 plates of food from like 7 or 8 different food stations. At one point, the waiter/busboy came by when no one else was at the table and said, "You really like the food huh?" I looked up and it was this totally hot farm boy in a waiters uniform and I blushed and smiled. I said, "It's really good. There is so much good food here. I'm staying up here by myself and I haven't eaten like this in a week." He smiled and leaned in and said, "I bet I can show you some other good things to eat." I almost choked on my water. I blushed and he winked at me. Fifteen minutes later I was in a back hallway of the hotel in an alcove behind some extra stacked chairs with the busboy's cock in my mouth. I needed that cock. It was the first cock since Eli had broken my heart. I knew this wasn't the best thing to do. I didn't even know the guy and I was gobbling down his cock, but I was so fucking horny. We both had to be quick and he only lasted a few minutes before he blew his load in my mouth and I did what I had always done before, swallowed it. He pulled up his pants, said thanks, see you soon, winked at me and we made our way back out to the dining room. I spent the next few days working on the cabin and then decided to go to Riddell State Park to go hiking. I didn't have much left for clothing, so I started laundry and wore my last pair of running shorts, a tank top, took some sun screen and my hiking boots and off I went. I realized later that I must've looked like a total whore, but I never thought it at the time. I got there, by driving the pickup although I stalled out a few times. I parked near the main parking area, bathrooms, etc. and I went on the longest trail. I got about almost all the way to the other side of the park when the sky darkened and I was like, are you fucking kidding me? I luckily made it to the far south picnic area before I got totally soaked by the rain. I had to wait it out under a partially covered lean to/rain shelter. The rain ended and I made my way back to the parking area which took about an hour or hour and a half. The parking lot was empty except for my uncle's pickup and two other cars. The rain having chased everyone else away. I went into the bathroom to see how I looked and to take a leak and I ran into a mountain man. He was tall and hairy and had big arms and a belly and a beard. I stared at him a bit before I walked over to the urinal to piss. I could feel him watching me. I finished pissing and went to the sinks to wash up. I don't even know what he said to me, but I was so turned on. He pushed me to my knees and for the next 10 minutes I sucked his fat cock until he blew his load down my throat. I swallowed my second load of anonymous cum in a week. He said thanks and left. I was still in shock at having sucked another stranger's cock but then I turned and saw this sexy college age guy stroking his cock and he said, "That was so hot." He walked over to me and put is hard cock on my lips. I licked it and kissed it. I opened my lips and sucked him down and spent another 5-10 minutes sucking his cock too. He said, "I'm going to cum." I guess he was warning me so I could pull off, but I never had previously with Eli or the other guys so it never occurred to me to stop sucking his cock before he shot his load. I kept going. He grabbed my head and thrust his cock into my throat and came and I swallowed it all. He sucked me off because I was totally bursting out of my shorts and then we talked sitting outside on a wet picnic table. He asked if I liked sucking off old guys and I said that was my first time and I was just so horny that I did it. He said, if you want to meet guys our age then try Wilbur Park. It's near SUNY Oneonta and just a little farther away than where I'd told him I was staying. He said there are more college guys over there looking and not many of them come all the way over here unless they are into married middle aged dick. I wondered at him saying that married middle aged cock was different than college dick - I thought it's cock; just cock. It's fleshy and some are bigger and fatter than others? I don't know where that thought came from, but I realized it was true. Cock is cock and cum is cum. I smiled at my thought and at him. He said it was nice meeting me and he said he hoped to see me at Wilbur Park sometime soon. He left and so did I. I went home and jerked off thinking about the three new cocks I'd sucked in one week. How I had swallowed all their cum. I came so hard. I jerked off all week thinking about each cock and how their cum all tasted different from Eli's and I remembered Eli fucking me and I wondered what other cocks would feel like fucking me. I smiled. Wilbur Park next.

5th day update. As I have managed to insert 2" medium plug I went to bed and my ass was really stretching. Feeling was very strong as this larger plug was barely fitting in my ass. I was awake until 3'o clock am as I could not get enough relaxed to sleep. My butthole was really stretched and holding very tight. I took plug out every 20 minues to see my gape in front of a mirror as I was excited every time to see time passing on my stopwatch because it was difficult to keep it in ass because I had urge to remove it. Finnaly I figured out that I won't have any sleep this night if I continue like that so I have lubed my previous 1,6" buttplug and it went into my asshole with ease. I could barely feel that plug inside because my ass was so stretched after that trainings. It was almost like a relief after that hard stretching as my bum was hurting me with long wearing. This 1,6" plug was inside of me like nothing, I can feel it inside but my hole is weak and loose so it is not holding it tight. I made walk around house before sleep but even though I had panties I had to hold plug with my hand because it would fall out. Even if I fould hold as hard as I could and tighten my buttcheeks it would fall out anyway because after this session my hole is absolutly loose and it can't hold lubed plug. -Day 6 As I was sleeping with 1,6" plug I was tired after last night play with medium 2" plug so I sleept until 10am. 1,6" small plug didn't wake me up and my hole was absolutly loose after last night. It is evening of day 6 and after shower I have lubed my ass with silicone based lube. 1,6" plug is ready and after small finger ride I directly inserted buttplug. It was not a problem and I made medium fast strokes for 1 minute until my hole was completely open and I have pushed 2" plug inside. It is tight but more comfortable than last night. Right now it has passed 1 hour and I have removed it only once and so far it is good. I feel stretching. My goal is to try overnight with this plug in any case. it is saturday evening so I will be home whole sunday so I don't care even if I don't catch sleep whole night. I can't have my ass plugged and walk or even stand without holding plug. They are heavy, lubed and my ass is wide stretched. I should probably buy some tight latex panties or something that I can wear under clothing if I would want to walk around or do anything. I can only lay in bed or sit to keep it inside. If you have any ideas or want to share thoughts post in thread or send me private message.

But we appreciate these "Working on it" posts so we know you haven't abandoned the story.

No need to hurry! Most of us prefer quality to quantity (though it doesn't always show, I'm afraid...). And until now your works have always been quality material. But that takes time. So please take your time and I'm sure you'll come up with something spectacular... =Felix=

Soon. I promise. Just caught up with some things offline. Part 2 coming soon though.

You're absolutely right I guess a picture is worth a thousand words so here you guys go...

It's not what you have got.. it's more what you do with it. The biggest cock that I have ever seen in the flesh was just on 11 inches... and the poor kid (he was only 19) couldn't even get it hard. Fortunately for me he preferred to get fucked..

I have been on prep for a year now. I have several regular fuck buds. 3 identify as undetectable and one identifies as poz but is on meds. I have been averaging 5-6 loads a month with my fuck buds and an occasional anon load at the local bathouse. I get tested every 3 months and have consistently tested negative. The nurse at the HMO that supplies my prep said no one in the program in the city I live in on the prep program has ever converted. I have no side effects from it so it is working well for me.

Wow, I realize how much I loved Eli. It was like he had shown me color in a black and white world. I couldn't imagine being without him after the first night. We were always sneaking around for weeks meeting in the mall parking lot, school bathrooms, the locker room during practice, etc. It was always the same thing too - me on my knees sucking his cock. We'd make out, he'd rub my cock and I'd feel his and then I'd feel the pressure on my shoulders and I knew to kneel down and take his cock in my mouth. I always sucked him to completion. I always swallowed his load. He loved that. He called me his sweet cocksucker. We didn't have anal sex again for awhile because we couldn't make it work. There was really no privacy, between my brother and his brother, practice, school, and our parents; we couldn't make it work. Then, one day, my brother had a swim meet in Connecticut. My parents would be driving him up for the day and taking some other kids in our minivan. I immediately sent Eli an IM letting him know. I told him we would have all day - really early morning to after dinner. He was excited too. I read up on anal sex on the internet and discovered I needed to clean out my ass. I was confused and asked Eli, but he didn't really know either. He told me to go ask the pharmacist. I was mortified. I just stared at him. I said, "Mr. Gould? He's been taking care of my family forever. I can't talk to him." Eli laughed and said, "It's no big deal." I said, "Well, then you do it." He grabbed my hand and kissed me. He said, "You can do this babe. Ask the new pharmacist who works there. The new one. Sam. I'm sure he will help you out and he doesn't know your parents or care." I was still scared and Eli kissed me and said, "See you Saturday!" I couldn't do it. I just couldn't. All week I was so scared. I kept telling Eli that I was scared and he'd kiss me and I'd suck his cock and swallow his load. After I swallowed, when I was always really horny and happy, he'd rub my ass and say, "Come on babe. You know you want to get fucked again." I'd agree. But, on Friday, when we met after school and before practice in the school bathroom and we kissed and made out and he was all over my ass (more than usual) Eli said, "I want to fuck a clean ass babe. If you don't get the enema thing, we won't be fucking tomorrow." I was shocked. I was hurt. I really loved him and he was going to deny me what I needed. (I'm not sure when it turned from want to need, but now I needed to get fucked.) I rubbed his cock and got on my knees to suck him. He pulled me up and said, "No cum for you until you clean out." And he walked out of the bathroom. I was stunned. I actually had to choke back tears. I was so scared that people would find out about me and Eli didn't seem to care about my feelings. He didn't even offer to go with me or to go himself. I was so bad during practice that day that coach benched me and asked me what was wrong after practice. I was stunned again that it was so obvious that I was upset. I almost cried again telling him I was okay. He actually looked really concerned. I just looked at the floor. Coach said I could go but I needed to get over what was upsetting me or he would bench me until I told him the problem. After I left his office and got changed, I did cry. Leaning against the building, behind some bushes by the gym door. When I was crying, I realized that I had to go buy this stuff if I wanted Eli to be with me. To fuck me. To give me what I needed. I didn't want to lose him. I decided to go to the pharmacy. I walked from school to the pharmacy and walked inside. I walked over to the area that I thought it might be in and I didn't see it. I was surprised. I looked around and although I didn't know exactly what I was looking for, I thought I would figure it out. After 10 minutes, I was panicked. I didn't know what to do. I looked over and I saw Mr. Gould talking to a woman from temple. I rushed over to the counter and asked Sam for help. He looked annoyed that I was asking him while he was filling orders, but he came over. I choked out what I needed. He looked somewhat surprised, but also curious. He asked me what I needed it for. I blushed. He got closer and asked me if I needed it for a medical issue or a sexual one. I looked down and said sexual. Sam came around the counter and walked me over to the area. He gave me the enemas in the water bottles, you know the two in a case and filled with saline or whatever. He had me buy two of them. Sam then said, "Are you the one getting fucked?" I was so surprised at the question that I couldn't answer. He asked if it was my first time. I shook my head. He asked me more questions and e eventually figured out through my monosyllabic responses and nods that I was having sex with the same guy, but it was new, I didn't really know what I was doing and that I really cared for the guy who was fucking me. He said, "I know what you're going through. I want you to understand a few things. One, you need to loosen up a lot before you get fucked. If not, you're ass can tear. If that happens, you are vulnerable to get HIV from your partner." He asked me if I fingered myself or used other things on my ass. I told him that I didn't but my boyfriend did use his fingers the first time. That's the first time I called Eli my boyfriend. He said that my boyfriend must have some experience having anal sex. I was stunned. I couldn't speak. I realized then that Eli really did know what he was doing the first time when he fingered me before I took his cock. Then Sam asked, "What did you use for lube?" I told him about the vaseline and he immediately asked if we used condoms. I said we hadn't. He took me down the aisle and picked out some water based lube and some condoms. He asked how big my boyfriend was. I said, I don't know. He used his fingers to estimate size. I knew exactly how big Eli's cock was(I'd been sucking it for weeks and dreaming about it when I wasn't sucking it) but I didn't know yet that I could measure by inches. Sam picked out the right condoms. He then said, "Zach, you need to use condoms. HIV causes AIDS. AIDS has a very high mortality rate. You need to be careful. You need to open yourself up and ease into the sex, you need to use condoms, you need to be well lubricated." I just nodded and said I would definitely do those things. We went to the register and I thanked him and paid. Sam then said, "If you want me to, I will order you something larger you can use more than once to clean yourself out. You won't need to keep coming back to buy the bottles." I quickly said that would be great. He told me to come back in a week. I almost ran home. I was so happy. I did it. I sent Eli an IM telling him I got the stuff and he responded that he knew I would. He actually said I was great and he looked forward to seeing me the next day. I said XOXOXO. He did the same. I sat there and looked at the screen. Eli, my boyfriend, said I was great and XOXOXO. I was so happy. That night my parents told me they were leaving around 6am and that I had some cold cuts in the refrigerator and some leftovers for dinner. They said they would be back after dinner. I went to bed thinking about all the sex I could have with Eli the next day. But, I also thought about two other things. The first was to ask Eli how he knew so much about anal sex. The second was that we had condoms and lube now. We could have sex without breaking any rules. (That's how I thought about condoms - a rule.) The next morning, I woke up early and said goodbye to my parents and wished my brother luck. I watched them leave to make sure they were leaving. I turned on the TV and waited for Eli. Eli came over about 830am. He was in running shorts and a tank top and running shoes. He looked like he ran over because he had. He grabbed me and kissed me as soon as I told him my family was gone. He pulled off his tanktop and grabbed my ass. He turned me around and said, "are you ready?" as we rubbed his hard cock along my ass (him in shorts and me in boxers). I told him I hadn't used the enema yet because I wasn't sure how and hoped we could do it together. He looked disappointed, but said he would help. We went to the bathroom and I guess it was pretty easy to figure out - long nozzle in the ass and squeeze the bottle until it's empty(duh). I did this while Eli helped. I laid on the floor, kneeling, ass up, face on the floor. Eli told me how hot I looked like that. We used 2 because I was kinda nervous and wanted to make sure to clean out for him. After we finished, we went to my bedroom where Eli saw the condoms and lube out. I was naked and he kissed me and pushed me on the bed. Then he did something he had never done before, he sucked my cock. I was electrified. I gasped and it felt so amazing. I'd never had someone give me a blow job. I grabbed the sheets and just moaned. He sucked my cock for awhile, but not long because he could tell I was getting close. Eli told me he had another surprise. He lifted my legs and jammed his tongue in my ass. He tongue fucked me and sucked on my ass and licked and spat and ate my ass. He fingered me some and then tongue fucked me and then fingered me. I was moaning so loudly that I could only hear myself. He kept at it and kept tongue fucking me and opening me up. He stopped, undressed, opened the lube, but some on my dick and on his dick and then went back to eating my hole(that's what Eli called it - my hole). I had never felt so good. Eli was once again giving me pleasure I didn't know existed before that day. He also started spitting on my ass more and then there were more fingers. I was writhing on the bed, grasping the sheets, moaning, existing only for the pleasure he was giving my asshole. Then he stood up, and leaned over my body spreading my legs wider and his cock sliding over my ass crack as he bent my legs up to kiss me. I could taste my ass. I could taste his tongue and him. I could feel his lubed cock rubbing my wet wet hole. I said, "Eli, please fuck me." And he lined up his cock and slid the tip and head and half is cock inside me before my ass resisted him. He kissed me and we just started moving his cock in and out, pushing further in each time until I felt his pubes and balls on my ass. He fucked me and I was loving it. I loved him. I loved how his cock made my ass feel so full and how he kept hitting something inside me that made me moan. I was moaning around his mouth and tongue as he kissed me. We were locked as one. He kept saying how great my ass felt. I told him how great his cock felt. Then, all of a sudden, he said, "Oh fuck! I can't hold it. I'm cumming!" His dick slammed into me and I felt it jerk and felt his cum shoot inside me. The way his cock jerked up when he came. He hit the inside of my ass. I rolled my eyes and felt it and then came all over myself. He laid on me for awhile and then he pulled out. He was pleased because his cock was clean except for the cum. I was sad that my ass was empty. But after the glow faded, I asked why he hadn't worn a condom. He said, "You told me to fuck you. You didn't ask me to wear one." I was surprised. I said, "But don't we have to? I mean we have them now. I don't want to get sick." He said, "Baby, I love you. I won't make you sick." He cuddled me. He kissed me. He ran his hands over my body and my ass. He fingered my wet hole and said, "Besides you loved feeling me shoot inside you. You totally came without touching your dick when I did." I blushed and said I did. He said, "Then baby doll, let me keep fucking your ass without condoms. I love you and you love it." I kissed him and agreed that we should fuck uncovered. We fucked 4 more times that day and played Playstation and Eli sucked me off just before he left. He fingered me as he swallowed my load. His cum running down my legs as it seeped out of my well used ass. I cleaned out using those bottles two other times that week and told Eli when I did. He fucked me both days in the school bathroom and shot his load in my ass. I came hands free both times feeling his cock jerk up as he shot his cum in my ass. Then, I waited until I could see Sam to get the regular enema thing. I went back to the pharmacy to see Sam. He gave me this black thing in a box and told me how it worked. I thanked him and paid for it. He asked if I was having safe sex. I lied and blushed and said, "Of course." He said, "Then you should buy more condoms." I agreed and did. I cleaned out my ass everyday once I figured out how to work the thing. I told Eli and he was so happy. He told me he loved me. We kissed and he held me for awhile as we sat on the back bumper of is car in the far back of the mall parking lot. We fucked almost every day for months after the day I told him about the using the enema daily. I loved him so much and I loved that he shot his cum in my ass. I started to get addicted to how my ass felt after he came in me. Such a nice wet feeling. Especially on days when we fucked more than once. After the initial embarrassment of wet underwear, I loved how his cum felt seeping out of my ass. I loved Eli so much. I never did ask him how he was so experienced with anal sex though.......

Predators and prey (Part 6) Both hunks undressed and grinned at each other. “My name is Darren” said one. He was in his thirties and was quite athletic. “I am Tom” the other one replied. They were shaking hands and continued taking off their clothes. They tried to catch Michael’s attention by kicking him into his side, but the twink was somehow in a world of his own. Kneeling down Tom started slapping Mike’s face a bit, to force him back into reality. “Wake up cunt” he said. “It’s time to show you the joy of being double-fucked” Darren said and laughed evilly. Double fucked? The words lingered in his ears. His ass was on fire already and although he liked, being manhandled roughly, he felt exhausted already. “Can I go home now?” he asked instead with a tiny voice. No one replied, instead the guys started pinching his nipples. “Please…. ?” he sniffed. The guys didn’t seem to care. “You can’t go home now. We haven’t used your pussy yet and you need to be used…. you know that, right?” Michael had the feeling, he couldn’t take another cock. “What do you think? Should we sit him down onto your cock and I will force my entry from behind?” one stud asked his partner in crime. “The easiest way to go I guess. Let me lay down next to him and you help him lower himself down on my cunt basher.” the other replied. “Come on baby. Get up…. yeah…. give me your hand. We will help you…..” the blonde male told Michael who accepted the helping hand and was held up by the two fuckers. Michael stood up. It took a while, because he felt so wobbly. “Man. This guy is definitely not a virgin anymore” detected the black haired hunk. Michael was bleeding out of his cunt. The blood mixed with some cum he had already taken. Mike’s t-shirt was still nearby and so it was used to clean up his used hole. They wiped Mike’s ass with it. The student tried to step off the mattress but was held back by the two horny machos. “Where are you going Tinkerbell?” Tom chuckled. Michael was disoriented. They pulled him back while Darren was laying himself down and jacking his big cock to keep it nice and hard. He had a ten incher and he was looking forward to stick it into their little plaything. Tom turned Michael around and pushed him down onto Darren waiting spear. Michael bent his knees and straddled his legs above the raving guy. Tom continued jacking Darren’s cock and helped aiming it to the right angle to meet Mike’s well used snatch. Michael froze in place and let out a pathetic cry and his whole body shuddered. Both guys cheered while Darren entered the abused ass easily. Michael tried to defend himself and pushed away from the invading cock but Tom started increase the pressure on his shoulders and pushed him back down again. “No…. no no no no nooooo” he wailed, but both guys showed no mercy. “All the way down…. Don’t fight it cunt…. that is what you came for, now open your hole for us.” Tom whispered to Mike. The twink had not the strength to get up so fast and so his body accepted the next dick entering his ass cunt and he felt totally stuffed. Tom positioned himself behind the unaware twink. At first Michael felt only the fierce stabbing of Darren’s dick up is pussy but now it felt like something bigger was trying to gain access to his asshole. Tom’s dick was rocking hard but he had problems entering the twink’s body. He pushed his loins harder against Mike’s sphincter. Michael groaned pitfully as Tom’s cock was slowly digging into his rectum. “Relax boy…. relax your hole and let me in….” Tom demanded. But for Michael it was not possible to relax, while enduring such pain. It felt like his intestine would be ripped apart. Suddenly Mike’s head shot up and he let out a piercing scream. Tom’s cock had entered him. Holding is hands on his shoulders he pulled Mike’s body back and forced more of his cock in the 18 year old slut. “Gl glglgl gl…..” Mike blabbered unintelligible. “He is so tight” Tom moaned. Both guys started to find a steady rhythm. They did not seem to care, that Michael was probably damaged during the fuck. They simply enjoyed the tightness and the forceful act. Both guys fucked Michael as hard as they could. They wanted to double their pleasure and double his pain. While Tom was not the one who could hold back much longer, he signaled to his fuck buddy that he might shoot his load up Michael’s fuck tube. Since Darren did not complain he doubled his effort in pushing his cock almost all the way into Michael. While Tom reached his climax almost, Darren started working on Mike’s nipples. He began twisting the boy’s nipples around. He pulled and pinched them hard. Michael screamed loudly to the joy of the horny audience and cramped his ass cunt violently which gave Tom a great orgasm. Tom fired his seed into the bruised young hole. He groaned loudly and after shooting several times into Michael, he pulled his softening cock out of the violated hole. He patted softly on Michaels head, like he did a good job taking him to such a powerful climax. While getting dressed up, he high fived some guys on his way out of the booth. Darren was still enjoying the fuck while Michael still howled pitifully. Getting his nipples so bruised was extremely unpleasant for him. His body sent pain signals to his brain and while his ass was almost being ruptured, he felt like he couldn’t stand the tit torture any longer. “No more…. pleeeassseeee” he begged Darren. Darren started rabbit fuck Michael’s cunthole.. “Here it comes faggot. Take my seed…. take my toxic load you fucking whore.” He erupted into Michael’s ass and enjoyed the massage Michael’s hole was still giving him due to the tit torture, he was still receiving. Darren growled and pulled Mike down to him. The boy was glad the pinching had stopped but he felt still the slow fucking motions of the Darren’s cock, still buried inside his snatch. “You fucking whore…. stupid Bitch” he grumbled. “I'm going to see you in hell you dirty cumdump….” he whispered to Michael. Michael almost froze in place. Darren pushed the twink from his body and stood up. He snatched his pants and started dressing up while glaring at the young adolescent. Michael was almost paralyzed. He was on his back. On the dirty mattress. His legs were slightly spread and he stared at Darren with a lack of understanding. “You got what you deserved, you little punk” Darren hissed and spat onto Michael face. ‘See you in hell’, were the words that lingered in his mind…..

i fucked and creampied 2 sluts and 2 whores at the bookstore last week. the first night i saw a posting on one of the boards i read for a creampie gangbang and decided to head down and check out the action. this bookstore is rundown, dilapidated and just plain filthy and it's sandwiched between an industrial zone, a municipal airport and a small town shithole. i went into the theater first to check on the gangbang and found a large black slut with floppy tits getting fucked from behind on one of the fold up chairs in the front row. i sat down to watch and stroke my cock while two black guys fucked her and shot their loads into her. i knew i wanted to slip my raw cock in and deposit some cum but i just wasn't feeling it yet. i stepped back out into the bookstore and decided to check out the dancers on duty. both looked mexican or latin. one was fat and not to my liking, the other had nice thick thighs, a fat round ass, ample tits and looked to be quite pregnant. bingo. i eyed her up for a few seconds before she noticed and stepped over to me from behind the counter to ask if i would like a dance. i tossed her the fee and she told me to head back and wait for her. the dance area at this theater is up a few rickety wooden steps back by the bathroom that take you behind a tarp. once up there i find a single pole, a single shitty chair and a couple couch cushions stuffed in the corner. i slide down onto the chair, spread my legs apart and start rubbing my now hardening cock through my jeans. a few moments later some loud and obnoxious rap music starts blaring and the dancer comes up with her little hooker kit. she pulls her tits out of her bikini top and straddles me, her round pregnant belly pushing into me. she rubs her tits all over my face and i immediately start sucking on her thick brown nipples while she grinds her pussy onto now rock hard cock through my jeans. she leans in and asks if im interested in extras, i tell her i want to ride without a saddle. she smiles and says sure. i squeeze her ass as she stands up to pull off her bikini bottoms. i unbutton my jeans and release my cock, i never wear underwear when im going out to fuck. hit it from the back? she asks and i nod. she turns around and bends over putting her hands on the chair. i spit on my palm and rub it over the head of my 7 x 5 rod and then plunge into her filthy and well fucked pregnant pussy. its slick, hot and glorious inside her snatch. she feels wet but im sure its not just from her. i look down as im going for long strokes, all the way in, all the way out, and see white slime covering my cock. i feel a rush of blood that gets me even harder at the confirmation this pregnant whore has been taking strangers sperm all day. i stroked her for a few more minutes before i finally blew my load as deep into filthy box as i possibly could. she handed me a baby wipe which i casually wiped the head of my cock with, leaving the rest of the cummy mess on my shaft. I pulled up my pants, thanked her, and headed straight back the theater while she was still cleaning up her dirty fucking cunt. inside the theater the black chick was still getting fucked doggy, only there was now another white guy in the theater. after watching for a moment, i pulled out my slimy cock and started to stroke. one by one the line moved up until it was my turn to fuck the slut. her pussy was a cummy mess, awesome. seeing as there was already plenty of lube, i slide my rod up and down her slit a few times, gathering up strangers cum before diving in to the hilt. she wasn't tight, but i wasn't expecting her to be. i grabbed her hips and hammered my cock home into her sloppy fucking hole. people stepped up and felt her tits, someone shoved a cock in her mouth for a while. eventually i deposited my jizz with the rest of the anonymous brew in her gash, pulled out and went home. the second night i was there i saw another posting for yet another creampie gangbang. i arrived at the shitty theater to find a round a shapely red haired slut getting her pussy eaten by another round and shapely blonde chick. i sat down in the second row and pulled out my cock to watch, im not much for crowding the action. the blonde went on a marathon pussy ravishing, eating the redhead out for, no shit, 45 fucking minutes. i thought i was going to fall asleep when finally she lifted her head and a dude stepped up to fuck. once again, i stood up headed over. after the first load, the red head moved over to a bench on the side of the theater so she could get fucked doggy while she sucked her boyfriends cock. no spit on the cock needed, i decided to probe around her pussy til i slid inside. she was looser than the black chick, but may have had more cum in her. i fucked her for a while and came in her snatch but when i finished i wasn't really satisfied. i headed back out into the bookstore and saw a new 19 year old dancer at the counter. fan-fucking-tastic. i tell her id like a dance and head up behind the tarp to wait for her to come fuck me. i call this place a bookstore but it's really more of a hardcore whore house with a theater and booths for amateurs. the familiar obnoxious bullshit music comes on and the 19 year old comes prancing up the stairs. she's got a pot leaf tattooed on her hip, my kind of whore. she asks if im interested in extras and i tell her i'd like to fuck. she reaches for a condom but i stop her and tell her i don't wear them. she says she cant fuck me but she can still give me head. lol, okay. i tell her no problem, pull my cock out and sit down on the chair. she kneels down and begins to suck. she's alright, but i wanted her fucking pussy. after i moment i tilt her head up and tell her that while im enjoying the head, i think she's very beautiful and would love for her to dance for me. she nods and stands up as i lean back and let my exposed cock flop over onto my leg. she starts by rubbing her ass around my balls and cock for a little, she does a spin on the pole and then steps up again and straddles one of my legs. i squeeze her ass and tits as she rolls her body closer and closer to me. i reach down under her knee and swing her leg over my lap so she is now straddling my stomach. she begins to roll and grind again as her pussy is now in the vicinity of my hardening cock. as she continues to grind on my stomach, i reach behind her and squeeze her ass before reaching a little farther to flip my cock up. she notices my cock is now resting on my stomach and begins to slide her lips up and down my shaft. each grind i pull my hips back a little farther before humping until finally my cock reaches the right angle and the head slips into her pussy. she jolts for a moment, but i push farther in while squeezing her ass down onto my cock. she looks down at me, pleasure on her face, and tells me not to cum in her. i nod, and she moans and begins to rock back and forth, sliding up and down until she is full out fucking the shit out of my cock. after a minute or so her legs are getting tired so i slap her ass and tell her to stand up. i pull two of the couch cushions out of the corner and toss them on the floor. she lays down and i slide in and fuck as hard as i can. finally, i reach the moment of no return and slam my cock completely into her pussy filling her cunt with my seed. whoops. she says wtf and i tell her her pussy was too good to pull out. she says whatever and goes for the baby wipes. i thank her and head off the bathroom to wash my cock in the sink before heading home.

Part 7 Mitch lay face down on the bed while the new man pounded into his muscular ass, moaning as he took the strangers cock. Coach grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head up. "Get a close up of the faggot quarterbacks face!" he ordered me. I turned the camera on Mitch's beautiful face, his blue eyes glazed in lust, his mouth gaping open as he moaned loudly. "Look at the camera whore!" he demanded Mitch. "Show me how much you love being whored out. How much you like cock in your fag hole!" Mitch just grunted as he was plowed deep and hard. Soon the man was pumping another load of cum deep inside Mitch's perfect, young ass. Coach just smiled as he made another notch on Mitch's load tally. The man pulled out of the wet hole and stuck his cum covered cock in Mitch's mouth, forcing him to clean it off. Then without a word he left. The next two men arrived shortly and wasted no time putting the jock to use. One guy sat on Mitch's face, planting his hairy hole firmly on the quarterbacks mouth while he held his ankles in the air. The other guy rammed his hardon right up his exposed hole, causing Mitch gasp and fight for air as the first guy ground himself into Mitch's mouth. Coach noticed Mitch's rock hard cock straining in his sweaty jockstrap and laughed. "Looks like my whore REALLY enjoys the treatment he's getting! I guess tonight won't be his only working night! Maybe I should sell his sevices to some opposing players! Im sure there would be guys lining up to humiliate him!" Mitch just shuddered as another load was dumped into him. Thats how the night went. Man after man showed up for their chance to fuck a prime piece of college jock. Some guys spanked him, slapped him, spit on him. His nipples were pinched and abused. His throat and ass were raped mercilessly, and many loads were pumped into him. A couple times my face was pushed into his stretched out sloppy hole as I was forced to suck out the cum. Coach just watched while I filmed it all. By the end of the night Mitch was a worn out mess. Cum dried in his hair and on his face. Copious amounts dripped out of his flaming, red hole. The tally on his back reached 27. As Mitch lay on the bed, completely fucked out,coach climbed between his legs and lifted them in the air, sliding his hard, black cock into the teenagers thoroughly busted ass. Mitch just moaned in pain at this final intrusion. "You were a good whore tonight boy! The men were all pleased." coach said as he spit into Mitch's open mouth. "I told your boyfriend you would be fucked senseless tonight. You wont be walking right for a few days!" Mitch just grunted as he was pounded hard one last time. "Jerk off boy!" coach ordered him. "I know you want to cum! Your are a pathetic fag, born to serve men. Prove it. Shoot your load queer!" An exhausted Mitch grabbed his thick 9 inches and stroked, quickly shooting a huge load all over his chest and stomach while his ass muscles clenched around coach's throbbing dick, sucking one more load deep in his burning ass. "Ohhh fuck boy! You slut! Take it! Thats number 28! You are now an official cumdump!" After he came, coach pulled out and gathered his belongings, taking the camera from me. "You can stay here, the room is paid for till 11 am. Don't check out late or else!" With that, coach left. I got a hot washcloth and started cleaning Mitch off, wiping the dried cum as best I could. He just lay there, unmoving. "Cole," he finally started, "coach is right. I enjoyed it. Why am I so fucked up?" "Shh...don't talk, just rest." "I know you liked it too. Every time I looked at you, you were hard. You liked watching me be a whore." I blushed, not knowing what to say exactly. "It's ok," he whispered. "I don't blame you." He pulled me into him and started kissing me. "Fuck me Cole, I want you to give me one last load. Your load." I couldn't resist the man I loved and gently inserted my hard cock into his abused, cum filled hole. "Don't be gentle man!" he said with renewed energy. "Fuck me dude! I can take it! Coach may think I'm his whore, but it's you I care about." I gave him what he asked for, kissing him passionately while I pounded his loose, wet hole, quickly adding one last load into his sucking ass. "I love you." I whispered as we drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

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

I'm going as I missed last as I was very sick with the flu.

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

Part 3 I enjoyed my new role very much but the step up to another level was quite a challenge and I had to work really hard during the first three months to master the role and demonstrate that I could deliver for my new company. As a result I didn't have much time for anything else and ended up feeling a bit stir crazy. I hadn't had sex for a while and I was feeling really horny. One Friday afternoon I was planning to leave a bit early and all week I had been really looking forward to going cruising after work. Then my boss asked me to cover a meeting for him. Of course I had to say yes - but I was not best pleased when he told me the meeting was at 5.30pm on Friday. In fact I was really pissed off - who the fuck schedules a meeting at 5.30pm on a Friday? The meeting was with a recruitment consultant who was going to take on a project for us and apparently this was the only time it could be fitted in. I decided to make the best of it and promised myself I would spend the rest of the weekend fucking as many fit guys as I could. At 5.30 I went down to let my visitor in as the office was now closed. It had started raining by now and the guy had got a bit wet coming from the car park. I took him into my office and he took off his jacket. I then got a good look at him for the first time - he was quite young - probably late 20s, early 30s, dark haired, quite slim, with very piercing eyes. He apologized for the timing of the meeting and soon started his presentation. I was feeling quite horny as I watched him, especially as I knew that we were probably alone in the building and would be until the cleaners came in about an hour later. He presented very well and we had a very productive meeting. Towards the end he seemed to become a bit nervous and as he shifted in his seat a bit I thought I could see a bit of a bulge staring to appear at the front of his smart trousers. I looked up and realised that he had caught me looking. He turned away and carried on talking and I noticed that his hand was shaking a little as he pointed something out to me. I was getting hard now myself and I tried to think of something else but I found it difficult to stop my eyes straying back to him as he continued his conversation. He was referring to a document and he said let me show you. He got up and came round behind my desk to stand beside me. There was no mistaking it now - he was standing beside me and the front of his trousers were bulging with the unmistakeable outline of a stiff cock right in front of my eyes. I could feel the tension in the air as he bent over to draw my attention to something and then stood up again. I am normally quite cautious about sex at work but I was very horny and I decided to take a chance. I reached up and rubbed the bulge at the front of his trousers. He sighed and pushed it against my hand - that was all the encouragement I needed. I was fairly sure that there was no one else around so I unzipped his trousers and pulled them down, closely followed by his smart designer underpants. His cock was impressive and, still sitting at my desk, I took it in to my mouth and began to suck him off. His cock seemed to get even bigger as I sucked him and he sighed and took hold of my head, moving it gently back and forward on his cock. After a while I pulled off his cock and motioned to him to turn round. To my delight he pulled his pants right down and bent over and within seconds I had my tongue right up his arse. He had a really fit arse - smooth with just a few dark hairs around the hole and I wasted no time in getting my tongue as far up his hole as I could. After a while he straightened up and I went down to suck his cock again but he pulled me up. I had my cock out my pants wanking as I sucked and rimmed him and now he pulled my pants down and began to suck my cock. All my stress had melted away by now and I was really enjoying this fit lad sucking my cock. There was even better to come when he stopped sucking me after a while and motioned to me to turn round. I pulled my pants right down and bent over my desk as he pulled my bum cheeks apart and began to play with my hole, before getting down and sticking his tongue right up me. I was so turned on by now that I was quite close to coming when he stood up again. I was about to get up when I felt him right behind me and he started rubbing the head of his cock up and down the crack of my arse. I wasn't sure where he was going with this but then I felt him pushing the head of his cock gently but persistently against my arse hole..... Not only had I not had sex for a while, I hadn't been fucked for several months and I knew I couldn't take a cock this size easily. Then I remembered I had been intending to go cruising after work and I had some lube in my bag. I also had condoms as this was in one of the periods where I was barebacking most of the time but still using condoms if the other guy wanted to. I got out the lube and the condoms and put them on the desk. He picked up a condom and looked at me. "Do you want me to use this?" he asked. "Do you want to?" I said. He shook his head and I grinned and told him to go for it. Seconds later I was bent over the desk again, pulling my cheeks apart so that he could push his big cock up my now lubed arse hole. Slowly but surely he pushed it right up me. I was so horny by now that I almost shot my load as he began to fuck me. I hadn't had a cock this big up me for some considerable time and I loved every minute of it as he gave me one of the best and hardest fucks I have ever had. I couldn't help wondering what my management team would say if they could see me with my pants down being fucked bareback in the office by a total stranger. I thought it was probably not the kind of behaviour my company would expect from one of its most senior managers and somehow this made it even more horny. He was really hammering my arse now and he told me he was close to coming. "Do you want it?" he panted, "Do you want my cum?" "Fuck yeah," I moaned and he took hold of the back of my head and pushed me down over the desk as he fucked me even harder. He groaned "Oh fuck, fuck.....fuck!" and pushed right up me four or five time and I knew that I was getting a big load right up my unprotected arse. As he finished coming he reached round and began to wank my cock. It took only four or five strokes before I shot my load all over the desk. When I got home I was feeling horny again and I began to push the cum out my arse as I played with my cock. I knew he had shot a big load - but I have never pushed out so much cum after just one fuck. Not only that, I had to get up during the night and push out some more! It was one of the best experiences I've had and the following evening I went up Hampstead Heath and took a few more loads up my arse. We also scheduled a follow up meeting two weeks later and this time he fucked me on my back on the desk, my pants and trousers on the floor and my legs high in the air as he shot another big load up me. This time he made me suck his cock clean when he pulled it out my arse. All very horny - and no one at work any the wiser..... In my next experience I wasn't at work but the other guy was. I was travelling along the M4 to go to a wedding and was meeting some friends for breakfast beforehand so it was quite early in the morning when I left London. I had booked a hotel and was planning to get changed when I checked in so I was in jeans and T shirt as I drove along feeling in good spirits. I was making good time so I decided to stop for a break. I had a coffee and then, needing to piss, I went in to the toilet. It was quite quiet in there and the only other guy in there was a DHL driver who was taking a piss. He was standing back a bit from the urinal so that I couldn't help seeing his cock as he pissed. I knew he had seen me looking and, as he was washing his hands, I could see him looking at me in the mirror and I knew he was cruising me. He dried his hands as I finished pissing and I was fairly sure he had motioned to me to follow him. I followed him out the toilet at a discreet distance, hoping that I hadn't somehow misread the signs... I followed him up to the back of the almost deserted car park and he looked round quickly before disappearing into the wooded area at the back of the car park. I couldn't find him at first, but when I did, he wasted no time in getting my cock out and going down on me. He was very fit looking - mid 30s, dark haired, stocky and somehow very straight looking in his red and yellow uniform. I took my turn sucking his cock and after a while motioned to him to turn round. He shook his head. I told him I just wanted to see his arse and maybe lick it a bit. He hesitated and then slowly turned round. He pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over. I went down and pulled his hairy arse cheeks apart before pushing my tongue right up his hairy hole. I rimmed him for a while and he was obviously really in to it. After a while I stood up and rubbed my cock against his wet arsehole. He shook his head. "No way, mate." he said. I got back down behind him and pushed my tongue up his arse again. I was close to coming now and I stood up and, thinking I had nothing to lose, I pushed my cock against his arse again. This time he didn't resist and I pushed a bit harder and the head of my cock went up his hole. I began to push my cock up him, fairly sure that it was only a matter of time before he stopped me, but he didn't and slowly but surely I pushed my bare cock right up him. He grunted and bent forward, wanking as I began to fuck him. It didn't take either of us long to come - after about ten or twelve thrusts I shot my load right up his hairy arse and he shot his on the ground in front of him. He didn't say anything when I pulled out - he just pulled his pants and trousers up and was gone. When I came out of the woods he was climbing into his delivery van and I watched as he drove out the service station to carry on with his deliveries - now with a nice big load of cum up his arse. Some months later I was asked to join the interview panel for a team manager's role up in the West Midlands office. We interviewed for two days and on the second day we interviewed a lad called Adam. He was in his late 20s, slim and dark haired and as we interviewed him I was fairly sure I had seen him somewhere before, but I couldn't remember where. He was smartly dressed in a suit, shirt and tie for his interview and I knew he had been dressed casually when I had seen him. Then I remembered - I had been at Boltz in Birmingham a few weeks before and Adam had been in there. I had first noticed him sucking the cock of a fit, tall ginger lad and, as there was not much happening at that moment, I had watched from a discreet distance as the ginger lad pushed his pants right down and leaned against the wall as Adam sucked him off. They were joined by a third guy - a fit skinhead who wasted no time getting his cock out. I watched as Adam sucked first one and then the other before standing up, dropping his pants and bending over. The skin head went first. He stood behind Adam, who must have been lubed or had already been fucked, because the skinhead had no difficulty pushing his cock right up him. I love watching fit lads fuck bare and I watched as both the skinhead and then the ginger lad fucked Adam and shot their loads right up him. I found it hard to concentrate on the interview as I relived this horny scene in my mind. Adam interviewed well and came close to being appointed although in the end we went with another candidate. But It really turned me on to know that the lad sat in front of us in his smart suit liked to take loads up his arse and I couldn't help thinking what a turn on it would be if he had a load up him when we interviewed him. The ideat of guys having sex at work has always turned me on and I have heard one or two horny stories from some of my friends. One of my friends told me how he had been cruised by a lad who worked in Starbucks one afternoon and had followed him into the toilet where the lad had sucked his cock and then bent over the toilet and let my friend fuck him bareback and cum up his arse. Another of my friends who is in his mid 30s told me he had been in hospital for a minor operation. He said it was a private hospital and the service was excellent. He told me it had got even better when one of the agency nurses, a dark haired, slim young Irish lad, had sucked him off in his room one night, before bending him over and pushing his cock right up my friend's arse and fucking him until he shot his load right up him. I remembered a few years before I had been I Hamburg with my partner. We were staying in a gay hotel in the St Georg area and as we checked in and went up the stairs to our room a slim, 20 something blond lad was cleaning the corridor area. He was wearing shorts and a T shirt and, as he bent over, his T shirt rode up and I had a great view of the top of his pants and his arse crack. He saw me looking and grinned at me as he stood by to let us pass. I could smell the sweat on him as I passed him and I turned round as we passed him and he was looking straight at me. Fortunately my partner didn't notice and a little while later I suggested going out for a walk for some air. My partner said he would rather have a rest but said I should go..... It was shortly before my partner and I split up and it had been obvious for some time that a split was on the cards. We had not had sex for some time and it was unlikely that this was going to change. I had sex with a few guys, always with a condom but I had been getting more and more tempted to fuck bare... When I went along the corridor the blond lad was working in an empty bedroom with the door open. He looked up as I looked in the door at him and a very short time later the door was shut and my cock was out and in his mouth. He sucked me for a while and, just as I was getting close to blowing my load in his mouth he stood up, pulled his shorts and pants down and bent over the bed. I had not fucked bareback for quite a few years but I didn't hesitate as he reached round and pulled my cock towards his sweaty arse. My cock slid up him so easily that I couldn't help wondering if I wasn't the first guy to fuck him that day. I knew I shouldn't be doing it without a condom - for all sorts of reasons - and I guessed from the way he had cruised me and the fact that he had offered his arse so willingly that he probably fucked bareback with quite a few of the hotel guests. I knew this should probably concern me, but it didn't. I hadn't cum for over a week and I enjoyed every minute of fucking this lad without a condom and shooting a massive load of cum right into his arse..... Part 4 to follow

I've never been bred in someone's bed of marriage but did get topped in a child's room by the father. But honestly, that was a wee bit strange. Though it felt really good to be bred in the moment.

That's awesome. Now we just need it to go generic!

yes! actually love it more if it's a boyfriend or husband he's cheating on, since the wife is female so he's cheating to have a guy, but the boyfriend/husband are male, so he's cheating even though he has a guy at home. Love getting fucked in my boyfriend's bed too.

He's not straight if he's fucking a guy! Period. He's probably bi or confused but just doesn't know how to face it or whatever. No truly straight men are going to want to fuck a dude. Just like as a gay man, I definitely am only into men, no interest at all in women sexually.

Your primary care physician sounds like an uninformed, judgmental douche. I would go to the infectious disease specialist and also take this as a sign that it's time to get a new general practitioner.

Went shopping for a new pair of jeans yesterday. Going commando and with cockring of course. Finally found a jeans that emphasizes my ass and creates a good bulge. Got so horny I had to jerk off. Came all over the mirror in the dressing room. Paid for the jeans and left while my cum was dripping from the mirror. Wonder what the sales guy (cutie) thought when he saw that :-)

Part 3 I tried to get comfortable in the confines of the cage, but I was too large for it. I could kneel, bent over, but the wire bottom dug painfully into my knees. I eventually settled on my side in the fetal position. I tried to rest, but I was so wired I just lay there, my mind spinning. It had been less than 12 hours since I was a cocky teen God, lording my perfection over the leather queens. Now here I was, in a cage, having been chemed up, brutally raped for hours, and plugged with a gut full of God only knows whose cum. My asshole throbbed around the plug, burning and raw, yet all I could think about was getting more cock. Suddenly a large t.v. turned on and I turned my head to see what was up. To my horror, there I was on screen, bound in the sling, getting fucked like there was no tomorrow. I instantly realized my predicament. My fate was truely out of my hands. The crazy thing was the more I watched my rape, the more I wanted to be fucked. My asshole instinctively clenched and sucked on the plug buried in me. I was truely transforming into a jock slut. After what must have been a few hours of watching myself be ravaged, my new Master came back into the room. He carried a glass pipe and held it up to my mouth through the cage. I didn't even hesitate as he lit the bowl. I sucked the sweet white smoke deep into my lungs, and soon was spinning again. Opening the cage he reached in and fastened a collar around my neck, attaching a leash to it and pulled me out of the cage. I started to stand and was immediately floored with a hard kick right on my nuts with his steel toed boots. "I didn't tell you to stand, whore!" he admonished me as I writhed in pain on the floor. "Let me explain what's what. I own you pig! I did my research, I know everything about you, and I know you have no family in this city. I know your estranged from your parents back in Nebraska, so they won't miss you. I have someone emptying out your apartment, and I know enough people to make you "dissapear". In a couple days we are out of here, back to where I live, where you will be nothing more than my fucked up, jock slut, cumdump slave. At least till I tire of you, or wear you out...whichever comes first. The last slave lasted 4 years till he was so used up and worthless, I dumped him in the middle of nowhere. I couldn't even sell him. What became of him, I don't know or care. But he wasn't the prime specimen you are! You're going to please me well!" I shuddered as I fully realized what I was becoming. But somehow I wanted it. Last night taught me something new about myself I never knew. I WAS born to be a fucked up cumdump! Master reached behind me and yanked out the plug, releasing a flood of cum. Quickly he rammed a syringe in my jockcunt and injected more T into my body, then quickly jammed the plug back in me. He then tossed me some clothing and told me to get dressed, it was time for my next adventure.

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!

http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=192982609&pkey=8382541 Hot guy. He can do me too!

We took the cab that was parked outside the bar . During the ride, Sir took my hand and put it over his bulge… He liked the way I was squeezing his hard cock… The taxi stopped in front of a grey building… Nice area…. He told me to stay with the cab driver and he went inside the heavy iron. The driver gave me a lazy look from his mirror. Our eyes met. In his 50’s, grey moustache. Probably Turkish, because he asked me something in that language… I answered in English and that was all… no more talk… No idea if he knew I was high from sex and drugs… Most of the times I can hide my condition easily… I hoped I did a good job not showing the adrenaline of the chems … and my need to get fucked was not that obvious …. The Norwegian came back… He was only absent for five minutes… In my time zone it looked like an hour…. He said to the driver to take us to another address… Put my hand again back to his fly… it was open this time… I took his thick uncut cock in my palm.. thick… and the foreskin like velvet…. He put his hand on my neck and pushed me head down… I should have worried about the driver… or if someone would have seen me sucking Sir’s cock… But the driver seemed to be ok with the whole scene and the glasses of the car were dark enough…. I started to suck… Sir was hard… at one point I felt his piss floating my mouth… I didn’t waste any drop of his chem piss… I started to feel the light buzz… I was kept on blowing him… He was giving me instructions how to take him down to the root… He seemed to enjoy gagging my throat… He asked me if I wanted a nice thick Turkish cock in my ass…. My moaning of pleasure was exactly the answer he wanted to hear… I was sucking him for more than ten minutes (whatever time zone)… And suddenly the taxi stopped… Sir held my from the neck… “Stay”, he said. I kept on sucking… I heard the driver’s door open and then the door from my side… From the corner of my eyes I saw we were parked in a deserted parking lot behind an empty factory… I felt a finger poking my hole… Sir took me at the edge of the back seat without removing his cock from my mouth…I got comfortable on my knees… Sucking Sir and offering my ass to the Turkish Taxi Driver… I felt his thick cut cockhead rubbing my ass ring and then went right in… His breath got short when he realized that he was sliding in an already cummy ass… It was the first time I was getting fucked by a Turk and hearing him telling me in his own words how he loves to fuck sluts like me… and he was going to plant his seed in me like a whore… Sir gave me some poppers… I needed them… Although my hole was well fucked the driver’s cock was way too thick… Loved it… The Driver took also some of the poppers that Sir gave him and then started to increase his speed…. “Take his load whore” … Sir whispered to me… And the seed I took… The Taxi Driver gave my a last thrust and then with heard him losing his breath while he unloaded in my ass…. And then he stayed in… “Piss in him” Sir ordered the driver… I felt his piss warming my hole… Taxi driver started to laugh… and kept on pissing… “You better not let any of that piss leak on the car seat”… Sir told me in a harsh voice, making sure that I should not misunderstand his command… Taxi driver took a paper towel and cleaned himself… while I went away behind a corner and let all the piss and cum out of my hole… Like a dog… How low can I get… I silently asked myself… but the animal in me that was still hungry… I went back to the car… Sir and the driver were smoking a cigarette talking like buddies from the Army or something.... I got back in the back seat and then Sir got back next to me… “Thank your fucker in your native language… He wants to make sure that you are not Turk”… So I said in Greek “You were a Good fucker… Thank you for giving me your load…” The Driver laughed… and then he said “Kalimera” I laughed… It is the Greek word for “Good morning”… Yes, indeed the morning has started just fine with a load and a piss from a Turk taxi driver and I am on my way to the sauna where I will be probably gangbanged and surely slammed with more chems… True… A Kalimera… People were going to their offices… riding their bikes… driving their cars… A day in a life… Living the life of common people… The life so many songs are singing about… and me… Where am? Where do I go? Why I am here, in the back seat of a taxi driver who has just fucked me and why am I sitting next to a guy whose thick cock I hold in my hand like a dove? Why do I not end the night that became a day and I intend to make it till afternoon … without sleep, asking for more cum more piss more chems? When does this all end? When do I say that’s enough? When enough is enough? Is there ever enough for me? Some questions are not going to be answered… And if there is an answer I am not going to give it today… Not while the taxi takes me to my next destination… there where my Norwegian Master wants me to be... But somehow I feel like a lamb… aiming for a holy sacrifice… another kind of Iphigenia… only this time the temple is going to be a bath house… and my altar will be a sling… or a fuck bench… both will do… Sir seems to read my mind… “Boy… don’t put logic behind things… I see you struggle … Your mask works well with the others… not with me… Trust me and you are not lonely in this… “ “Sir, I will say it only once… Cumdumps get lonely… that is true… But what is another undeniable truth is that even Tops and Masters get lonely… That is why I am still in the back seat of this taxi… You are as lonely as I am and maybe even lonelier...” He looked at me… Poker face… He could have given me a punch… He could have me thrown out of the taxi… Instead he kissed me… Like he cared… Like he loved… “Too much logic…. You’ll need stronger doses when I ‘ ll slam your veins in the sauna… “ he said…

I found a guy on BBRT, who I've been chatting with a lot. He's 23, hasn't been fucked since April 2013, almost virgin, very cute, and we actually seem to have very many of the same interests. I've actually fallen in love with him, even though I haven't met him yet. I saw a tv program about him on a local tv-station, on being gay in the country side, which made me fall in love with him. He said that I seem very easy to communicate with. He likes the age difference, and says no to condoms. He's from a very small town with less than a 2,000 people, but 3 hours drive from me. Hmm, who would have believed, finding real love on BBRT.

Navy blue with white dots means bareback. Of course worn on left your're a top, right if you bottom