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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.

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.

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!

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 spent the last two days taking high viral loads from an unmedicated poz buddy, taking five of his charged toxic loads between 7:00 PM Friday and 10:00 AM Sunday. I had been barebacking for years, and knew, of course, of the risks, but remained negative. Even so, I struggled with my fantasies and desires for a long time before I embraced the idea of activity chasing poz tops to load my neg but poz craving ass. Eventually I decided it was time, and made arrangements for this to go down with a long time bud. We’ve been friends for years and have enjoyed many experiences together at bookstores, bathhouses, and back/darkrooms at various clubs, so we've seen each other naked many times, and in fact have had sex in the same room while pigging out on our various sleazy escapades, but we had hadn't had sex with each other. Rather our respective role had always been to be 'wingman' or 'safe buddy' to each other, just to made certain each of us had someone there to help in case we got into a dangerous situation. Sure, I had fantasied of getting my first poz load from a random anon top who either let me know he was blowing his poz seed in me while he was cumming in my ass or after I’ve taken his load, but it never happened. After I decided I wanted my first pozzing experience to be an intimate setting where both of us were fully aware of what was taking place, I asked my buddy (who became poz randomly and not though active chasing), if he would help me out. We talked about it for a while and he agreed to be my first openly poz top once he was convinced it was what I really wanted. He came over Friday night after work with the mutually agreed upon plan that he was to dump as many of his poz loads in me as possible and we got right down to the business of making that happen. Once we were naked and in my bed he said, “Damn, you’re more nervous and excited than I have ever seen you before." I replied, “I know, it’s the combination of knowing what’s going to happen and the excitement of you being the one to initiate my journey.” It was then that we confessed to each other that we’ve both shared an unspoken interest in being more than friends and how hot our first time together was going to be. He was turned on by the excitement of pozzing a bug chaser and I was equally turned on by the excitement of giving in to my desires and finally letting myself get pozzed on purpose. I’ll skip over the boring parts of our hot weekend together and just highlight important parts. Our first fuck was amazing. We did it in every position possible for almost two hours with the excitement of knowing how we both wanted it to end, with him pozzing my neg ass for the first time. We finished in the missionary position so we could both share the enjoyment of that moment when it happened, exchanging a lot of intimate but dirty verbal chat as we worked up to that moment. When the time came we were face to face making out with each other and he said “I’m getting close. You want my load?” “Yes, cum in my ass,” I answered. “You know I’m poz and shooting dirty loads,” he replied. “Yes, that’s why I want it so bad. Give me your dirty seed.” “Are you sure? It’s not to late change your mind.” “I’m more sure than I’ve ever been. Please give me your dirty load", I said. With that, he went over the edge and started pumping his poz load in my ass. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Fill me with that toxic load Give me your gift. It’s what I’ve needed for so long,” I begged. “Fuck, it’s so hot knowing you want it so bad. I’m cumming so fucking hard in your ass right now,” he replied nearly breathless and panting with excitement as we locked eyes and I marveled in the joy of his facial expressions and his 'O' face. With that, I went over the edge and shot what could be my last neg load all over both of us (hands-free in what I’ve described as a pozgasm in a previous post). He collapsed on top of me when we were both done and we relished in the pure sexual satisfaction of what we had just done. He had pozzed me for the first time and I had no regrets. It was an amazing experience for both of us. He fucked four more of his charged loads in my ass before our time together was done. We enjoyed plenty of role play and hot verbal, including the scene where he was pozzing me during an anon scene where I wasn’t expecting it. They were all hot but none were equal to that first time described above. I'm looking forward to experiencing more sexcapades with this guy in the future as well as any other poz gifters I can find. Thanks for reading and commenting and hope my story wasn’t too long or boring before I got to the good parts.

A few months ago I wrote a topic about how I'm loosing more and more control over my normale life. I'm getting more and more consumed by my purpose of breeding and working out. Since I wrote that topic in June it has actually gotten worse... I still don't know if it is a good thing or a bad thing. For the past months I have been a terrible friend in terms of contact and interest, and all the spare time I had in these past months were filled with working out, hunting for ass and breeding. The more I do it, the more it consumes me. It's like working out and breeding strengthen each other. The more I breed and work out, the more I feel my intelligence slipping away. I know I was born a breeder. It is my purpose. My body, my brain, my muscles, my balls, my cock, all made for that purpose alone. But like I said... is it worth it to loose any other aspect of my life in favor of breeding and building muscle? Deep down I know I can be the most happy if I breed and build more muscle. I think I eventually end up working in a gym. Infest myself with more and more testosterone. Breed more and more. And more and more. Become and brainless jock.

I like the whole experience, first the anticipation of bare cock and knowing what I am going to get, then the feeling of the raw cock pushing at my hole then sliding in me, then the fist few thrusts as the cock works its way in, then a good snort of poppers to really open me up and the feeling of bare cock moving deep inside me. If I am lucky then him building up to orgasm and the final thrusts as my cunt if filled with cum, then the knowledge I am carrying his cium in me

Didn't get a chance to post this one yet. The other night I met up with an old fuck bud of mine. I wasn't sure what to expect. First time we played I fucked him BB, this was back when I still was mostly playing safe and mostly top. When I started bottoming more it was always BB, but I could never get him to fuck me. This guy has a great cock. Not the longest, but it is easily one of the fattest dicks I've ever seen. We reconnected and he finally fucked me, but with condom. At the end of the fuck he didn't want to cum, and actually wanted me to suck him off. I got his load orally. Next time I'll vaseline up to get it where I really want it. Later in the evening one of my scruff boys hits me up. He's the guy I refer to as Safer Only? in other stories. He started BB'ng, but then wanted only condoms, and has done this a couple times. About a month ago he said he was seeing someone so only could fuck safe again. A couple days later I talked to him and the 'guy he was seeing' disappeared on him but he said he still wanted to go safe, I turned him down. Well, he hit me up after I got my fat dick friends cock and wanted to play, no mention of condoms. I thought what the hell, already had one rubber in me, I'll take him if need be. He gets to my place, lubes up and slides in. No condom! He fucks me forever. Whispering in my ear how he misses my ass, that he's edging. Finally he shoots a huge load. Lastly, I got hit up by a poz top on Adam that I've fucked around with once before. He was messaging me as SO? was arriving at my place. When SO? left I messaged him that I took a load and would take his but it had to be soon (it was late and I had to be up real early). He says he'd be there in a few minutes, and I agree. Unfortunately, the time he told me he'd make it was half an hour earlier than in reality, but he made it up deep dicking me with his long thick dick. We have a similarly sized and shaped cock, so I have a pretty good idea what it's like to get fucked by me now and I liked it ;-) All in all, three loads in mouth and ass in 4 hours, can't complain.

One of my regulars in one of my favorite sextour cities is a cop! I found out on our 4th fuck when I was hosting anon tops to come over and breed me at a known sleazy motel. I was ass up on the bed (as is usual lol) and in he walks in in full uniform and holster. When he walked in he said "you're busted!". I was of course shocked and thought "fuck, I'm in trouble!" but dropped his holster and trousers and climbed on top of me wearing his shirt and bulletproof vest and pumped a big load into me, fast and rough (as he usually does). He put on his trousers and holster and said he had to go because his partner was down in the car waiting!! It was so HOT!! He's visited me on a few other occasions in full uniform since then, with his partner always in the car waiting while he checked out "a private tip from an informant"!! One of these days his partner's gonna come up with him...oh how I pray he does--two cops, yowsah!!

2012-05-23 I had not planned on spending more that 20 or thirty minutes here, I thought to myself. Get in, get the stuff (with a little bartering), and get out. Now I was staring up at the ceiling into the mirror that my host (and meth dealer) Gary had so wisely placed above the leather sling I now found myself fastened into. The leather hood I was wearing let me see, breathe and gave others access to my mouth. The black leather is supple, and I saw myself in the mirror, the rainbow studded leather collar, harness and matching jock on my 155 lb frame; I liked what I saw, how my legs and arms were spread and tied to the sling's chains - immobile and subject to whatever would happen. I thought back to what I had met Gary three months ago, and I don't know why I was surprised this was happening to me; in the first twenty minutes after meeting him, it was obvious that he was twisted (in the good kind of way). A friend of mine, Steve, introduced me to Gary because I was having so much trouble finding a reliable source for tina. We drove to Gary's house one Friday afternoon so Steve could vouch for me when we started dealing. The first sight I had of Gary was a memorable one. He came to his front screen door dressed in his harness and chaps. He swaggered a bit, looking oh so hot as his black leather chaps framed his thick, half erect cock as it was swinging back and forth. His cock was decorated nicely with a thick shiny silver cock ring and an impressively large PA. He met my eyes and we had one of those moments when you know you're going to end up fucking. Still, I tried to keep it business, allowing Steve to do all the talking. Gary invited us downstairs to his "office" to complete our business. The "office" was a large basement room with a padded floor, a leather sling a bed, - all made more inviting by the dim red track lights which covered the whole room. He sat at a table, arranging things for the deal. I told him what I wanted and he weighed it out for me, bagged it, and then asked me if I was a cop. I laughed, and said "Hell no." He smiled at me, then said "A cop wouldn't suck my cock would he?" "No I guess, not" I laughed. He remained serious and said "Want to convince me?" Gary was sitting on a chair stoking his hardening prong as he spoke to me. I didn't know if he was really was serious or not, but I figured what the hell, and knelt between his legs and took his big tool in my mouth. The PA was clicking a little on my teeth, but I kept going. Gary was encouraging me and Steve just watched. Gary whispered in my ear that he'd give me some bonus product if I finished him off, and I eagerly agreed, and began to worship his beautiful tool, which now stood full mast at 8" long and slightly less thick than a beer can. I wasn't going anywhere. Eventually I finished him off, got the product from him and Steve and I left that day as I was the attraction at a gang bang at a local hotel (another story). A week later, I called up Gary and told him I'd like to stop by, but I'd be alone this time. He said "Sure, I'll see you when you get here." I arrived at his place 30 minutes later, and he came to the door looking much the same as last time, which made me hot for him to use that big cock of his on me again. We went down to the office again, and proceeded with the deal. Once Gary had it all weighed out, he started to hand it to me, but stopped short. "How'd you like to prove you're not a cop again?" "Absolutely" I said, kneeling down and engulfing him as he chuckled "Fucking tina whore." That turned me on incredibly - being a tweaking bottom slut with my dealer's big 8" cock in my mouth. I heard the sound of a torch being lit, and he nudged my cheek to give me a hit off his bong. Just the first thick hit of tina smoke was enough to put me at his mercy, but we kept smoking and recycling the hits to each other until we were flying pretty high. He offered me a glass of punch, saying "Drink this, it's G. You'll like it." I eagerly did whatever he told me to, drinking the G down quickly and then going back to work on his cock. His wonderfully thick dick responded quickly and he was hard as a rock in no time - no tina dick for Gary. "You like to get fucked, isn't right Jim?" he asked. "Fuck yes" I said. "I'd love it if you fucked me - I've been thinking about that for a week now." He ordered me on the bed, all fours style, and after lubing my hole with some elbow grease, slid that marvelous tool into my ass-pussy to the hilt in one motion. "Fuck yeah!" we both erupted at once. We fucked for at least an hour and a half, with Gary depositing two loads in my ass before I steadied myself to leave. "There's a little extra in the bag" he said. "See you next week, I suppose." "Great" I answered and with a little wobbliness, walked to my car. The deals with Gary had been going according to that general theme for these last three months. It even developed into a little role playing scene, like I was giving him sex for meth. I was paying, of course, but the scene of him using me as a cum dump as a payment for meth turned us both on immensely. The sex was always white hot - in our little scene he saw that I liked being called degrading names and made to feel that I was completely his to use as he wanted. He so naturally assumed the Dominant role and I the submissive one, that I truly wouldn't call it role playing. It was the first three months of one of the hottest affairs I've ever had. So here I am today, looking up at leathered and bound self, unable to get out of the sling, close my legs or keep anything from entering my mouth. I was a little uneasy, this kind of thing being new to me, but horny beyond description, my ass was tingling from the little bit of tina we'd smoked, and I wanted Gary to fill it as soon as possible. But Gary had left the room after tying me into the sling, he put a poppers soaked cotton ball in the little pouch of the hood as well; my head was swimming and I began to realize Gary had been gone nearly half an hour. I chuckled a little - why was I surprised at being on the altar here in this scarlet tinted dungeon shrine to gay piggish sex? A total slut, tied spread eagle in a sling, unable to move or even scratch my balls, smelling nothing but the amyl, and hearing nothing but fuck-me fuck-me fuck-me techno music in the room. It was all making me hornier by the second! Hell, I realized I wasn't surprised at where I was at all, but realized I loved being here - here, like this - it's just what I am. I am, and always have been a submissive bottom for tops to use and subjugate. I took my first cock at a very young age, and loved it. I just naturally love it when men use me. I love to party, take cocks bareback, get fisted, drink cum and piss and of course, am HIV+ - your typical pussy white bottom. So I was eager when I heard footsteps on the stairs finally, and I began to get excited, thinking about nothing but how I was going to give my hole and mouth completely to worship Gary's big cock. I detected more than one set of footsteps coming down the stairs. Since I had no view of the stairs, I had to wait until whoever they were came around to the foot of the sling to see them. Gary stood, his ringed and PA'ed cock protruding from his crotch, the look of it teasing my itchy hole by its absence. Two men had arrived with him. One was black and was older, maybe late forties, a big thick cock like Gary's (no PA), and moderately hairy, but naked except for his black boots red and black leather bands around his biceps, pierced nipples and lots of tats, 6'4" 230, shaved head, goatee with braids, (with an huge earring that made me think of Mr Clean); his dark brown eyes were piercing directly into mine - he smiled the smile of a conqueror. Gary later addressed him as Stick, and further identified him as his supplier from Dallas. I licked my lips as I stared back. The other man was Black-Mexican, late 30's or early 40's, 6'4, maybe 200 lbs, wearing nothing but a pair of sunglasses a baseball cap and a leather harness around his incredible cock (thicker than Gary's - later I'd find out it was 10" with an 8" circumference). Gary spoke first saying "This is my cunt", clearly referring to me. "He thinks he likes to get high on tina and have his sloppy slut hole and mouth used. You'll enjoy him, but first we need to teach him how to really do tina. Here cunt, drink this" handing me the usual G-laced cola. I drank it down without hesitation. With that, Mr Clean produced several orange tipped syringes full of fluid. He was an intimidating looking man, but he softened his expression and assured me as he began to swab my arm - he had a smooth voice, saying "Just stay still. You'll feel a coughing sensation, it's normal, you'll love it - wait for the ride, ok cunt?" "Yes sir," I answered. With a firm grip he steadied my right arm, fixed a tourniquet on it and uncovered the needle. He was confident and smooth, hitting a vein and drawing blood back into the syringe with one motion, then pushing the liquid into my bloodstream steadily until the rig was empty, and just as quickly slapped a bandaid over the spot as he withdrew the needle. It was my first slam ever. I can't find the words to describe what I felt like that first time; after the cough, my ears began ringing and a rush of pleasure and what I can only say is the emotional state of extreme horniness overwhelmed me; I couldn't focus my eyes, my asshole actually started to burn intensely - not with pain, but pure lust. All I wanted was cock - in my mouth, in my pussy, and over and over again. I guess the Mex-Black guy (his name was Pedro) and Gary slammed at the same time I did; as soon as Stick was finished he slammed himself. I was awash in such an intense wave of carnal desire, so willing to give myself for the pleasure of these men that I could not imagine what I would not do to please them, or to satisfy what was now a raging overpowering piggyness. I began chanting "Fuck me, please sir fuck me" over and over again. Gary stuck his cock into my mouth from above, oozing more pre-cum than I've ever seen someone put out. I greedily took his cock in my mouth, but he pushed in all the way down my throat, smiling evilly at me as he said "You're going to be my good little junkie cunt and satisfy my friends, right?" "MMMHHHMMM" was all I could utter. Gary took his cock out so I could breathe - I gagged a little but begged for more. I was flying and my hole was hungry to get fucked. Stick stood rubbing his cock on my hole's opening, jamming wads of lube up my chute and smearing lube all over my hole and butt. He said nothing to me, just looked me in the eye as he slammed his big cock into my pussy ass. Oh God, it felt so good, his thick hard cock, hot inside me and sawing in and out of my bottom faster and faster. He paused a few times, but said nothing to me. I was still swallowing Gary's cock. He held his cock in me for a few seconds then pulled it out, leaving my hole open. I began to moan and wiggle by ass in an attempt to beg for him to put it back in again. Instead, Pedro with his 10x8 monster moved in and began to fuck me silly. He got very verbal, especially about my being a shameless junkie puta for black cock and little fag who was a cum dump for real men. He slapped my ass several times, ordering me to show him how much I love his big black prick as he held still and I slid my pussy up and down his pole as the sling's pendulum motion impaled me on his beautiful cock over and over. Gary and Pedro skewered me for sometime - I have no idea how long - until Gary began to quicken his pace and shot the first load of the evening onto my belly, some of which Pedro raked immediately into my cunt. Gary fed me the rest, and kept fucking my mouth as I sucked his cock clean and swallowed his cum. "Yeah," Pedro taunted me - "fucking cum drinking pussy. You little bitch, you want some more? I'm breeding you right.....now!" And Pedro pounded my ass with violent, quick and full strokes of his 10" of manhood, shooting all of his huge load inside me, continuing to thrust as his jizz made my sloppy ass squish with every stroke. As Pedro pulled out, he moved to my mouth and had me clean his cock as Stick took his place in my ass with his big cock. He was harder than Pedro and fucked slower, using full measured thrusts as he gazed into my eyes. "You like what's happening to you, cunt?" I moaned in affirmation. Stick continued saying "Yeah, I love fucking a real true bottom like you. You love getting fucked don't you." "MMMHHHMMM," I moaned again. Once Pedro's cock was clean, he and Gary smoked a joint as Stick took his time with my ass. "Your hole feels so wide open and ready for stretching. Gary said you'd be a complete pig for getting your ass opened up. I like fucking pussies like you. It turns me on to own a pussy like you and see you take cock like a bitch. Everyone thinks you're a man but you're really a horny little fag who loves to get his ass fucked and be a real man's little bitch." I stared at him hungrily. His dirty, humiliating talk was making me into more and more of the bitch he was calling me. "I get off using a shameless junkie bottom pig like you. You don't care what we do as long as we fuck you right, cunt" he slammed his big cock in my hole. I thrusted back, moaning, "Yes, Sir, I'm your cunt." "You have a nice cunt, so hungry." Stick whispered. "Gary says you whore to get tina, is that right?" he asked. "I like playing like I do," I answered, "it's hot to imagine begging my dealer to put my cunt for sale so I can get high." "I'll bet you would whore for tina if you had the chance, cunt like you would do anything to get a cock in his pussy, right?" "Yes Sir, I suppose so, I've always thought that it is hot to get paid when a guy fucks me." "So you have been paid by guys who fucked you? That's so fucking raunchy, cunt, and I love it! You're really just a cheap fucking whore, aren't you?" "Yes, Sir. I was filled with cock and being told what a whore I was." "Awesome! You cunt, I'm going to show you what a real fucking is. You ready to whore for me tonight for real?" "Fuck yeah" I said, grinding my cunt on his cock. "I have two guys who are going to pay $20 to fuck your mouth and pussy - they think you're neg and that you are getting pozzed this weekend. I think there will be at least five more tonight too. I keep all the money and pay you in tina. What do you say to that?" "I don't think I've ever been so hot to get fucked in my whole life, Sir." "OK, cool cunt, now shut the fuck up for the rest of the evening - I mean it. You're just my hole to pimp out." I nodded. Stick fucked me hard and fast, and gave me his load, filling my hole as he looked down on me with a nasty smile. His cock stayed hard and I was gyrating on it as Gary and Pedro came over after finishing their joint. They asked Stick if he told me about his plan to pimp me out. "Look at the way he's pumping on my dick, he's so hot and ready to be my cheap little whore" Stick said. Gary untied me from the sling and allowed me to get on the bed. Pedro had sat down and I mounted his cock facing away from him, taking Stick's cock into my mouth. Pedro took my legs and spread them, and Gary slipped his fat cock into my cunt next to Pedro's. As Stick fed my mouth with his cock, there was the sound of a doorbell. Gary bellowed, "Come on in, down in the basement." Soon two tall lanky twenty-something guys witnessed the three of them stuffing me with cock. "Look at that whore we're going to fuck, looks like he loves cock" one said, and they both began to strip. "Who's Stick? It was Twenty for both of us, right?" someone asked, to which Stick replied "I'm Stick, and yes, it's $20 for each of you. Okay guys, let's let these two studs have the cunt, since they're paying for it" whereupon Gary and Pedro disengaged themselves from the mattress. "He wants both our poz loads, right?" one of the new guys asked. "Yeah, fuck yeah, the cunt's yours to use. Breed his cunt all you want" said Stick. I was moaning in anticipation. The darker of the two young guys took his shorts off, letting his nice thick dick go free. I immediately sucked it into my mouth. I was on all fours on the bed, and the other kid started rubbing my hole with lube. "How many loads so far, fag?" "Three" Stick answered for me. "Cunt doesn't use his mouth for talking." The guy at my pussy shoved his bare cock into me as he slapped my ass. "You like my hard cock, you pussy ass faggot?" I clenched my hole around his cock as I took the other kid's cock down my throat held it there and gently bobbed on it. We fucked like that for 20 or 30 minutes, as Gary, Stick and Pedro just watched, occasionally commenting on what a good little prostitute I was - God, I was in heaven. Soon, the guy in my ass nutted loudly taunting me to take his buggy jizz and triumphantly announcing to me that he was converting my sorry ass. He pulled out and switched with the other kid, and soon, he also sprayed a load in my cunt as I cleaned his buddy's cock with my mouth. He slowly pulled out and spread my pussy open to get a look at my loaded ass. "You're going tot get bred a lot more before you're through, cunt. How does it feel to be a cheap ten dollar whore?" I responded by enthusiastically cleaning his cock off. "Fucking fag - you're a hot little cunt, crazy for cock and cum, huh?" I smiled. After the two kids left, Stick came over to me. "It will be about 90 minutes before the next guests arrive. I noticed you don't have any ink. I think you should get a whore tag above your cunt. You can talk, cunt." "I've thought about it, Sir. Seems hot" I answered. "I have my rig in the car, I won't make you, but I think you'd look fucking hot with a nice little whore tag over your cunt" he took me by surprise with that. In a moment I made the decision. "I would love for you to give me a whore tag, Sir." I didn't believe I was saying yes. Stick retrieved his tattoo rig and set up, as I was sucking Pedro again. He showed me a pattern for a red bio-hazard sign over a red and black pinstripe. "Perfect," I agreed. Stick knew what he was doing, and it took about an hour. It was somewhat painful. After he finished, he took a pic of for me. It was like the pattern, eight inches wide and three inches tall, centered over my butt crack. God, I thought it looks hot, right above my cunt, giving the tops something to read as they fucked me. I noticed a detail Stick had added: in the loops of the pinstripe he inserted the letters, Slut Pig, but you had to look close to notice them. He put some ointment on it, as I sucked on Pedro again. I could hear him dialing his phone. "Ok, cunt. Let's get you ready for this group. There are five guys coming over to breed you." Stick tied me up on all fours on the bed. I could move my arms a bit and I could see who would be fucking me in the mirror in front of me. "I'm going to video this and get it on ICU, cool Stick?" Gary said"Hell yeah," Stick said. Ten minutes later six not five guys came down the stairs: five white, one black. Gary escorted them over to Stick, who took their $20 bills as they eyed my upturned cunt, ready to be used. The black guy introduced himself as Darnell. He was 6' 200 and has as thick a cock as I have ever seen. He was first up, but came over to my head, and fed me his cock. "Yeah, take my dick you slut" he ordered me. I was able to take him all, and sucked him for all I was worth, as one of the white guys began unceremoniously fucking my ass with quick violent thrusts. He came quickly, and started watching me suck Darnell. I think he got off more on insulting me for being such whore, than fucking me. Another white man's cock replaced him, bigger this time. He blew quickly too. Three more of the nice looking white guys followed, all loading my cunt with their poz cum. Darnell finally started to fuck me, saying he wasn't gay and not poz, but loved fucking white ass faggots. "You suck dick like a real pro, cunt," he taunted me. "A hell of a lot better than my girlfriend." He was close, as he continued to racially degrade me and ram my ass with his big tool. He'd stop, and make me clench and beg for his cock as I wriggled my ass around his massive log. As he bred me, he bent down and whispered in my ear "I would like to know who you are, man. I'd like to get a lot more of this. Here's my cell number, shoving a paper in my mouth, I'm Darnell, see you later faggot." The six guys left as quickly as they came, and I was left there, all tied-up. Gary came over and put a huge plug in my ass, and untied me. "Ready for another slam, cunt? I think you've earned it." I nodded and started sucking his cock. "Okay, get in the sling, and put your legs up." I complied, whereupon Pedro unceremoniously began shoving wads of crisco into my cunt. I could tell he was going to fist me by how his hands moved, and I huffed on the poppers three or four times, very deeply. He easily plunged his forearm into me half way to his elbow. "Okay, Stick, hit the cunt now" he said, as he slowly twisted his arm in my pussy. Stick found my vein again, and pushed what was .4 gram of meth into my arm. "You'll suck anything after this, won't you?" He leered pervertedly at me as the rush hit me. It was overwhelming, and a little scary, but it evened out quickly. There was nothing in my head except how I could get fucked and used by these three hot twisted Dominant fuckers. I reached down and pulled apart my ass cheeks for Pedro, and he slowly slid his arm to the elbow. "Fucking hot little twisted tweaker you are, cunt. You are a sight to see! Look at what a nasty fucking fag you are - higher that a kite on meth, eleven loads in your cunt, and a big black arm shoved up your pussy hole to the elbow. You really are a total fag aren't you? Ever thought you'd be this much of a shameless slut? God, look at you! Were you ever a man, you little cunt?" The taunting was driving me nuts for more. Stick knew just what to say to push me further. He rudely pinched my tit as he shoved his considerable cock into my mouth and down my throat. I took all I could of his cock and looked up into the mirror, what a fucking sight! Pedro into his elbow and Stick down my throat. Gary had gone upstairs and walked down two blocks to the leather bar - that's what Stick said. Stick got a text from him, and he told me Gary was coming down the stairs soon with three young thuggy looking black guys he met outside the bar. They were selling crack outside the bar, and he told them about this cunt he was using at his place and that I whored for chems, so they eagerly came along. As they arrived downstairs, I thought they looked really sleazy. They stripped naked and stood watching Pedro as he kept fisting my ass to the elbow. They started doing some crack as they watched, offering some to me. I declined, saying "No thanks, man. I'm a tina bitch." From their faces, I know they had never seen anything like what Pedro was doing. One of them, (the thinnest) asked if he could try fisting me too. Pedro slowly pulled out and showed them how - lubing them up as he did. Stick turned on the ICU cam and the first of the black thugs shoved thin his arm into me all the way to the elbow. Pedro said that he should try a second hand, but the thug hesitated. Pedro guided him as to how to insert his second hand. Still he hesitated, but Pedro reassured him "It'll be hot, man. This cunt wants it and can take it, believe me! Just look at how he's moving his ass around - he's totally rutting his sluthole on your arm aching to get more of you into his hole." He slowly slipped his second hand in next to his arm, following Pedro's advice as he was turning and twisting his arms in me slowly. He reached a place of resistance and I huffed on poppers four or five times. I exhaled and he finally broke through with both hands into me. I screamed and pumped my ass more, and he slowly advanced into my bowels, finally getting three quarters of both forearms into me, as Pedro poured on the j-lube. He stayed inside me deep like that for 10 or 15 minutes. Stick moved the cam to catch it all, and Gary fed me poppers and his dick as the thug boy filled my cunt with his slender forearms. The thug stud looked down at his cock, and said he was oozing cum and needed to fuck my ass. Pedro helped him as he slid his arms out of my sloppy, gaping hole. The young stud stood and rammed his meat into me and piston fucked me, taking only forty or fifty strokes to dump his wad in my loose pussy. As he was fucking me, I took one of his thug buddies in my mouth as he hit his crack pipe. The third thug was tweaking my tits and sharing the pipe with his friend, ready to replace the first young stud after he came in my ass. This third kid had a big cock, somewhat like Pedro's. He thrusted his rock hard monster cock easily into me. "God damn, this cunt is so fucking used and sloppy - he's fucking worthless!" he sneered. With that I clenched my sphincter on his thick black cock, almost pulling him into me as I did. "Oh damn," he said, "fuck yeah, bitch, you is a for real whore for black cock, huh bitch?" He fucked me rapidly and rhythmically for 20 or 30 minutes. His buddy took a black magic marker he saw nearby and scrawled "Black Cock Fag" on my stomach. As he wrote, the thug fucking me began to slap my ass. Stick came over and began to speak sternly to me. "Look at that cock in your cunt! Tell me what you are, you whore." I was breathless as I was getting vigorously fucked by hot hung thug boy. I didn't know what to say. Stick slapped my ass hard and said to me, "Say that you're a toxic whore and sleazy white slut for black cock." I said "I'm a sleazy-poz-whore-white-faggot-slut-for-black-cock, Sir." Tell everyone how you let anyone dump his cum in your cunt just so you can ride a needle full of tina." I said, "Yes, Sir. That's right. I'm nothing but a shameless tina whore. I love to suck cock, get fucked and have my cunt loaded up just so I can ride a needle full of tina." Stick grabbed my face and commanded me "Okay cunt, tell us all you're a cheap whore for your meth dealer who pimps you out for ten bucks a fuck." I replied verbatim. "Louder" he barked as he slapped my ass good and hard. I shouted, "My meth dealer whores me out for ten bucks a fuck. And he keeps the money." "And you love it, too, don't you? cunt" Gary asked as he twisted and pinched my tits. The thugs loaded my cunt good before they left, saying they had to get back to making cash. All three paid Stick $20 on the way out. Stick loomed over me and showed me the $200 or so that I had earned for him that night. Stick and Gary fucked me one more time, two last loads to make sweet sixteen for the night.

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

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.

I was horny as hell last night so I put an ad up looking for someone to seed my ass. Since I can't really host, I decided to do an anon scene in the backyard. Within a few minutes of the ad going up, I had a response from a guy who wasn't far off and understood the ad, that I was just a hole to get off in, no pics and shit needed. He agreed to come over, so I went into the backyard, to the spot I had told him, and bent over with my shorts pulled down so my ass was exposed. After a few minutes, I heard some leaves crunching and a hand on my ass. I heard him undoing his pants, so I reached back and stroked his cock to hardness. Once he was ready he pushed me over more and aligned his bare dick with my hole. About five minutes of pumping and he was ready to blow. He went balls deep and I felt his dick throbbing as he blew several jets of sperm into my hole. After he was done, he just zipped up and left. I went back inside and jerked off, my ass full of cum and I had no idea whose it was.

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?

Weekend after my birthday. Net a guy I had been talking to online for a few months. We meet at a mall and after talking went to his place. After about 2 hours of hard core bb fucking, he dumped in me. It was amazing!

If we were together I would love to be bred by you. On the other hand, you will never find true happiness in life without some balance. Losing friends just to breed may seem like some fun, but friends can be there when you are down to help bring you back up. Hope you find yourself soon.

I also love anyone who fucks me and breeds my hole, but I wouldn't say that I have "great respect" for all those who've creamed my hole. Some haven't even been tops but just horny bottoms looking to get off. For me, just because someone fucks and breeds doesn't make him a top or even a versatile-top. There are so many total bottoms who need to get off so they look for a willing hole to shoot in. What I'm talking about here is the admiration and respect that I have for REAL tops, those guys who really enjoy fucking for the sake of fucking. They can fuck for a long time without shooting. Those are the ones that I respect and in a way envy because I see how much they enjoy fucking.

All the great tops I've ever fucked all taught me how to be a better bottom. Without them, I would have never been able to learn how to take dick for hours on end, how to get a long dick past my S-curve, tongue technique and throat relaxation for mind-blowing oral, how to get DP'd, or stretching my hole to take ever thicker cocks.

While, I may not experience it ever time I get topped, I love it when the timing is just perfect. Just as the first hit of poppers reaches maximum effect, he splits my ass wide open with his rock hard cock. Timed well, that can be a magical moment. My second most favorite is feeling him get to that animal like part of fucking right before he blasts my guts with his creme sauce. Knowing he is in that autopilot stage of his orgasm, means for certain I am gonna take his load. That is my signal to push as deep on to his cock as I can, clamp as tightly as i can and help him let the cum flow. My least favorite part is feeling a great cock shrink away after it has done it's job. As that mighty member retreats to it's state of rest, I start thinking of the next cock that will plunge deeply into my hole.

Pretty much same advice: 1. Fuck often, fuck hard. The more you get fucked, the looser you get. 2. Practice with large, thick toys. 3. Wear a buttplug for at least an hour before your fuck sesh. Keep it in until the top is about to penetrate your sweet hole. 4. Can never have enough lube and poppers. 5. Start off with doggy style. Spread your knees wide, arch your back and head down. It naturally gets your ass cheeks to spread wide. Plus its easier to bite the pillow

A partnered fuckbud of mine occasionally likes to get blown in his back yard. As a matter of fact the first time he went bare in my ass was the first night I blew him in his backyard. We hadn't played in years, and he had been hitting me up to blow him in his car. The night he this happened I told him I was already meeting another bud. After I got bred in the park I got back on my phone and told him I had just been fucked he responded "bare?" and I of course said yes. Little did I know he enjoys fucking sloppy seconds

I dont care how they identify just that they fuck n load me hole ! I know a lot of me fuckers are married n they just want to dump a load n go which is just fine for me I dont want to marry them I just want there cocks n loads for me its just sex (_0_)

Since becoming poz, I've always practiced safe fucking. I've never even thought about doing anything remotely unsafe - and I always spread the word about condom use among my friends. I'm a bottom so I never thought about being concerned with a neg top fucking me bare. transmission I assume is low. But I have this asshole friend of mine named Jake - or at least a guy I always run into because we have many friends in common. He thinks that poz guys who get knocked up do so because they are too promiscuous. He actually said "they fuck too much and don't know when to stop so I don't have any sympathy for them." I decided right then and there that my mission was to set up his ass some how. It also helped knowing he is a big fan of Disneyland, so putting everything I knew about Jake, I had the perfect idea to get poz cum up his hole - and I wasn't thinking one load. About six or seven months had passed and I decided it was time to make my move, and by good fortune I ran into Jake at a birthday party. I casually mentioned to him I was going to an amusement park in Anaheim with a group of guys and that we got a hotel room to make it an all weekend full of fun. I told him I had an extra ticket because someone had canceled. He ran the idea through his mind and asked me if he could buy the ticket from me. I told him that it would save me the trouble from being fucked over since the other guy had canceled on me. I also mentioned the other guy lived in Santa Ana and wasn't going to stay in the hotel room. After speaking to him, I ended up having him agree to sleep on the hotel room floor. We figured we wouldn't tell the front desk the room would have five guests staying instead of four. It was a big hotel room with two beds. I told him to bring an extra pillow. It was summer so there wasn't really a need to bring extra blankets. The next part of the plan was to now get poz tops into bareback fucking a negative asshole. I put an ad on a popular bareback site with the heading "Poz Tops Needed for Conversion Party." On the Wednesday before the Friday night sleep-over, I had 26 tops who responded. I had to separate those on the from the list those who were NOT poz, which reduced the number to 15, and then I did my best to eliminate the flakes, which reduced the list to 12. After talking to nine of them who gave me their number, I explained the plan. They were to stay most of the first night and take turns making trips to the restroom and seducing Jake to surrender his hole to them - bareback. It was probably going to be a challenge. I had nine guys who continued to express interest in the undertaking. During each interview, I jotted notes on how committed they seemed, how turned on they were from the scene, if they were really off meds and if they had ever pozzed a neg man before. Dick size played a small part, but I definitely wanted tops with bigger than average dick sizes. I also noted that a couple were able to give more than one load up an unsuspecting asshole. After I narrowed my search, I came up with the best three poz guys of the bunch. They had 26 inches of poz dick they could offer a hungry bottom. All three claimed to be aggressive and would not pull out early. One of the tops claimed to have pozzed up at least 14 men that he knew of for sure. Friday night came and the Jake arrived right after I did as planned. It was around 10pm. We planned to get a good rest and start off bright and early as soon as the park opened. Jake staked his blanket and pillow on the floor near the restroom. As he was about to lye down, I asked him if he was really going to sleep with pajamas with firetrucks all over. I told him that was kind of goofy and that he could sleep the way I do, bare ass naked. The other guys aren't going to look or care I pointed out, but it would stand out when he got up in the morning to shower. And besides, it was in the middle of summer. Soon after Jake and I had dozed off and the other 3 came trickling into the hotel room. They had no suitcases since they weren't going to stay the whole night. I had the biggest dick top sleep with me in my bed. The top in my bed held me by wrapping his arms around me with his dick resting along my crack. Too bad his dick wasn't going to slide up my hole. Jake was sound asleep while the other guys were waiting for my signal. The first guy I had go first went to the restroom. He was naked and had a semi-hard-on. He left the bathroom light on which provided me with a small amount of light just enough to watch the show, yet make the bottom feel comfortable that it was night. The top crouched down on his knees and starting rubbing Jake's body. One hand was feeling his arms, back and legs. The other hand was seducing his asscheeks and crack. The top also started to lightly tug on his Jake's dickshaft. Jake woke up with a rging hard-on. "Hey dude, what's going on?" Jake whispered. "I can't sleep and I'm really horned up. I was hoping you were a bottom," the top whispered back. Didn't take long before the top had his poz bare dick up Jake's ass. I could tell Jake was trying to be careful not to wake anyone up. The top played along. His dick sea-sawed back and forth, up and down his ass shoot. All of a sudden, the top thrusted hard for a couple stroked up Jake's ass as he was feeding Jake's ass with some grade A American poz cum. The top whispered, "My name is Brad, what's yours?" "Jake," he whispered back, "I don't usually fuck bareback." The top told Jake not to worry about it and went back in bed. About a half hour later another top did much the same thing. The previous top who had fucked already left for home. In no time, the second top with a nine inch dick was breathing heavy with desire as he was fucking Jake's hole. as predicted, Jake was on the receiving end of a poz load. Now there was only one poz top left, and he was a multiple orgasm top. The top nudged Jake awake and asked him if he wanted to share his bed because the other top left home to deal with an emergency. Jake was tired but complied. Jake's ass took a pounding. I decided to come out of the blanket and lay in my bed stroking while Jake was getting fucked over. Jake saw me but didn't seem to want to stop because of embarrassment. I egged them on, and walked over to the bed and began playing and stroking Jake's balls and dick. "Get your faggot hands off me!" Jake screamed. In this situation I knew I had the upper hand. I gestured 'fuck you' with my middle finger, accompanied with a loud retort "Fuck you! And I mean really, fuck you!" "I don't want your AIDS hands touching my balls and dick!" Jake screamed out. "So how many poz cum loads do you think you took tonight Jake? Just how many?" The top was breathless and about to squirt his fourth load up Jake's asshole. "I count six loads. Six poz creamy loads!" Jake looked at the top, who just shrugged with a lascivious smile. "Why didn't you tell me the guys were all poz?" "Why would it matter," I asked, "You never bareback, remember?"

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)

I'm planning to go to either one of these clubs tomorrow (08/18/2016) but haven't decided on which one. Does anybody have any recomendations as too which one would be better? i am a bottom.

the phrasing might be questionable to you because ASL syntax isn't the same as standard English. it's based on French, if I recall correctly, and it doesn't translate directly into written or spoken English. Is the fucking worth the hassle? seems like you can't really accept that it's part of the deal if you want to play with him. If you've called him on it several times and he hasn't changed his behavior and it still bothers you, there's your answer.

Also love to be riden...like fucking love it. I want a tight ass to sit on me and ride me bare, working the tip, until I bust a big nut

This happened to me today... Details arre still fresh... After I had an awesome workout, IU walked to my car to drive home. I received a text from a hot dude that I used to fuck around with many times, but last time was already half a year ago.. He asked if I was home and horny as he was in the neighbourhood.. I texted him back that I would be home in about 20 minutes and possibly would be horny.. Het replied that that was cool and I should tex him when I would be at home. When I got home I jumped in the shower and started working on cleaning my ass. I texted the guy, he told me he was with a friend and send some pics of the other guy... If I werent horny already I would have been in an instant. Hot black guy, hot body, 8.5 inch dick...6'2"tall... just HOT. My budsdy that texted me is an athletic blak guy, 6'3" 9 " dick. both pretty smooth, nice asses, just pretty much perfect.. I tried to clean as soon as possible, within about half an hour I was good to go. The guys were already at my door (they texted I should take my time... they would just wait outside untill I was ready) SO... after cleaning, I left them in my house.. we drank a little, we kiussed a little and moved things to the bedroom.. we undressed and layed down... I was in the middle, kissing them both. my dick got rockhard and soon their dicks did too. One of the guys started sucking me and I was sucking the other guy.. it felt so good.. their lips, their dicks, the bodies.. it was all so hot..After sucking the guy that texted me's dick (O.) i wanted to suck the other guy's dick (S.) apparently he just lubed his dick, so he told me to continue sucking O's dick... so I did.. S. sat behing me en pushed his dick in... slowly at first and entered deeper and deeper. S fucked me good and deep... I was enjoying and moaning like a bitch in heat. O. was moaning too... he loved the sight and the things I did with his diick. After a few minutes they wanted to switch, so I turned around. I sucked S's dick (lol.. so... sucking him with lube on his dick was a no go, but sucking him after he just been in my ass in okay...) O entered my ass... S has a big dick.. O is even bigger.. 9 inches (atleast..). I always love it when he slided in me... His ass is delicious too but havent fucked him in over a year... SO he went crazy in my ass, while I was sucking S. I was in heaven. They changed positions a few times... After about half an hour of switchcing dicks and positions, I was riding O's dick... S. was behind me and pressed his dick in me too.. Lately I have been doublefucked a few times, but never while I was sober so to say... The other times have been on chems, but bow it was a sober experience.. I did use a lot of poppers though, but once both were inside my ass I could only enjoy the feeling... The doublefucked me for about 5-10 minutes before S started moaning and swearing and filled my ass up... AS soon as he pulled out, O got behind me and fucked me doggystyle untill he busted his nut too. Both shot big loads! I loved every minute of it... Unfoirtunately they had to go (they toldd me about a dinner they had to go to, they were already late... So they showered and went on their way (both live in the hood, so there will be a repeat) . I was still horny since I hadnt cum. RIght then I got a message (sometimes I wonder if I am just lucky..) A friend of mine asked for a favour (non-sexual). We fuck every now and then... I couldnt help him, but I told him what happened... he asked if I was still loaded... i confirmed that and he told me to come over. He is also a black guy, hung, 9.5" tattoos, piercings, really tough, really hot. He left his door open, so I could enter, strip in his hallway and move to his bedroom... I immediately went down on his dick.. suck him good and hard... He turned me around and ate my ass a bit. The he entered his dick, doggystyle... He wasted no time in fucking.... told me to taki it like a man and not moan or whine, because when I fuck him i never let him adjust to my dick... Hehe.. he went crazy in my ass.. I loved it... We changed positions a few times, me riding him laying down, sideways, me on my back... I really needed to cum... SO when I was on my back and he was fucking me I jerkked my dick. After 2 minutes I shot lots of cum... My ass was contracting a lot, which drove my top crazy.. he continued fucking me HARD... My ass was sensitive but once again he told me that I do that when I fuck him.... So he continued for a gew minutes (I got hard again) untill he too came in my ass... i shot again.... it was so fucking hot.... After that last fuck I had to go to a party.. so I went home and took a quick shower.. I was exhausted when I went to the party (not a sexparty though) but really really happy

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.

Is it a turn on to have your fuckhole referred to as a pussy/cunt? YES Is your pussy/cunt your primary sex organ? NOT YET BUT REALLY WANT IT TO BE Do you have internal orgasms? RARELY Do you like getting bitched out? YES Does your cock get hard when you are getting fucked or does it flop around like a useless appendage? FLOPS LIKE THE USELESS APPENDAGE IT IS Is there any point to getting fucked if you don't get the sacred sperm? YES, BUT THE SPERM IN MY GUTS IS WHAT I CRAVE

I, as a top, can admit im pretty selfish, but I know there are many bottoms who answer to that desire and that selfishness. In the end, knowing my bottoms enjoys it as well add a lot to the whole breeding ritual.

I disagree. Moist tops at bathhouses don't know how to please a bottom nor do they care to please him. They just want to fuck and cum. They're very selfish.

Thanks guys for all the useful comments and suggestions. I'm booked into the clinic in a week or so for my final Hep B shot, I will ask them to run blood work so they can get a baseline and check for STD's and HIV then hopefully the Prep should be here and I can start taking it, then a week later I can be a real slut:-)

I can't even explain the slut I have become in one night. I went from dropping my first bareback load, to doing it 3 more times after that in a 4 hour window. I'm bi and married so it's always been something I've kept from. I found out my wife is cheating on me, and was going out of town. So I wanted to try it and boy did I. she doesn't come back for two days, I want to find more willing ones. Not willing to get a bug or HIV but I will have to get on Prep now. I'm available if anyone is interested, why stop now!

FT. LAUDERDALE - Just bred the anonymous twink cumdump again that sucked his "bf" off while I bred him. Amazing hole. I was load # 5 inside that cumdump

The skin on skin. The natural way. The most satisfying though for me is breeding the ass, shooting my potent cum inside knowing all that DNA is being absorbed by it... DAMN

The guy who gave me my first poz load did it in the bed my wife and I share. It was a hot fuck session which lasted about an hour. After that we always fucked in that bed. One notable occasion he had to rush because my wife had phoned and said she was on her way home from work. In his rush he knocked over a bottle of poppers on the bed mattress. I had just 30 minutes to deal with the smell. I greeted the wife with a kiss and his poz load in my ass.

Mmmmmm yassssss its so hot to be getting fucked by a DL married guy in the very bed that he and his wife sleeps in. Maybe I'm a little fucked n the head, but its such a turn on to be the "other woman", knowing that I'm some home-wreckng whore that's giving her hubby the kind of loving and dirty sex that her hubby really needs. One of my regular booty calls is a married guy. He said he absolutely craves m2m action because: 1) guys know how to suck cock better than any woman (especially since his wifey doesn't give him mouth sex anymore), 2) ass is tighter than any pussy in the land, 3) boi pussy doesn't bleed for a week every month, 4) men enjoy sex without the clingy emotional commitment like women, and 5) no matter how much cum he dumps into me, there is zero chance that I'm gonna come after him for child support.

Of course, but really it speaks more about the unwillingness of many people to discuss things like HIV status with real language. And really Ive seen guys of both status' play into it. Also let be real here, NO ONE is asking if someone showered when they ask, "are you clean?" They are asking one of two things, did you douche? and or "whats your HIV status?" Playing stupid with the answer really doesnt help anyone in the long run. Even if the question may be difficult for some people.

I like being the receptive conduit for the sexual release of a heteronormative cis-male individual. Their approach is a little different, I like it.. Guys, relax: it's just sex.

I'm against this straight-gay dichotomy. Having sex with women and having sex with men are two different experiences. It's like playing baseball or playing softball. You wanna play rough, play hard, show-off your body power and masculine traits, you play baseball with the guys. You wanna have a relaxed time with both men and women, play softball. You wanna have children, follow the social standards, marry a woman. Self identity is personal and what works for one man may not work for another. An example is "being gay" which doesn't work for every man who has sex with men. Many gay-identified men insist that men who have sex with men is a proof that the man is gay. No, because "being gay" is an identity and identities are very personal.

If a straight guy fucks another guy he is probably doing it only to get off. I don't think he has any concerns about the bottom's needs? Pump, dump, leave. It works for some here but not for me. I want something out of it too.

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 :-)

I had an affair with a married cop for 2 1/2 year a couple years ago. He was 250 lbs of solid muscle. 6'3" and a former Marine with a high and tight flat top haircut. 40 years old. A classic image. What a man he was. And best of all, he was dumb as a board. lol. Your typical big dumb oaf. Man how I loved it when he picked me up and fucked me while I hung around his neck. He made me feel like I want a man to make me feel. Kissing him was amazing.I had to cut him off because it was getting way too deep and he was married. But yeah, the cop fantasy does it for me too.

I have a thing for uniforms too. Some wear tight pants showing the family jewels. Like the ones below. And I love to get fucked by my neighbor when he is still in uniform.

Hell yeah! I still have poz dirty talk with my bf even though he's poz too. It's twice as hot when I'm barebacking a neg. the only answer I've ever had to "you want this dirty poz load" is "yes!!!"

What I did was stupid, and I knew it. But by not articulating the obvious, I could keep things in suspense in a way, making the oh-so-real threat seem less tangible, somehow blurry and far away, as if it had nothing to do with me. I should have stopped him, but I didn't, somehow couldn't. And you're right, PozfetishPig, I was helpless in a way, but not like most people would expect. It wasn't like I was at his mercy, tied up or held down, forced to surrender to whatever he had planned for me. Sure, he was on top of me, holding my lank, boyish legs spread wide with his paw-like hands, while his fat bare dick was sawing in and out of my teenaged pussy. But I could have asked him to pull out and let me go anytime and - call me naive - I'm 100% sure he would have complied, if I'd asked him to. Though his big cock and towering body was totally dominating me, I never felt like I had given up control, which makes my reaction even harder to explain. You know, I was free to go and I wasn't drunk or on drugs either. My mind was clear, the meaning of that tattoo obvious and I knew the only reasonable thing to do - but for some reason I couldn't make myself do it. I had to ask him to pull out, had to better ask him soon, but each time his fat mancock was sliding back into me, bottoming out inside my sore rectum, I was telliing myself 'Just once more, oh my God, just once more'. I yelped each time he was hitting ground, his cock was hurting my insides, my hole way to small to properly accomodate its girth, but I just couldn't imagine a world in which this fat, throbbing intruder was not ravaging my boypussy. Or, probably more accurate, I didn't want to imagine it. Of course I knew where this was leading, that I would end up with a big load of this guy's poz cum deep inside my guts if I didn't act soon. But though he was hurting me, I had this strange feeling that I was born to be hurt like that, to have strangers abuse me like that. 'One more thrust, just let him hurt you once more'. And before I really knew it, one more thrust had proved to be one too many and I felt his cock expanding inside me, throbbing fiercely as his poz load was coating my insides.

Totally agree, PozFetishPig! But sometimes not saying anything can be just as hot! Got fucked by a guy with a biohazard tattoo around his nipple a few years ago. I was still very inexperienced, turned on and freaked out by it at the same time. I traced the tattoo with my finger, looked him in the eye and asked: "Are you going to...?", when my voice trailed off. I just couldn't make myself utter those words. I knew, if I did, I'd probably lose it. So I just looked up at him questioningly. The guy didn't say a word. He just nodded his head and for the rest of the fuck his eyes never strayed from mine. Then he came inside my boyhole, and still not a word from him, he just leaned into me and pressed his lips against mine. Still one of the most intense fucks of my life!

The moist heat of Tanner's seizing hole sucked Jake's cock length into him, I heard Tanner take a hit of poppers....the kid learnt quick. Jake struggled to push his last inch into Tanner, I sharply pushed the boy's ass down forcing his hole to accept Jake's entire shaft. The last inch vanished and Jake and I were balls deep in the jock. "Holy fucking shit" Jake cried, he tried to start fucking but Tanner started spasming uncontrollably down his thighs, "Wait, Jake" I said, placing my hand on his thigh to make him stop. "Just breathe boy, breathe in our cocks...you're doing so well, just breathe them in, own your cunt muscles, let them expand, let them relax...yeah?" Tanner took another hit of poppers and Jake and I literally felt his hole start to relax, his once tight ring expanding around our shafts. "Bro" Jake spoke "You're doing so fucking good...just fucking take it, you're such....uh....a fucking stud" I rubbed Tanner's sweat drenched lower back, keeping a little pressure on him so he didn't go anywhere. "Dude" Jake moaned "I can feel the heat from your open hole on my thigh...." He was right, Tanner's fucked up little cunt was in heat, an inviting warmth flowed out of his stretched muscle pussy. One more hit of poppers and I felt the familiar feeling of being milked as Tanner went to work. "Oh my God!" Jake cried as bit by bit we started grinding into the receptive boy. Tanner was struggling but taking it, I had to marvel at his resolve as he began to grind back on our pulsing shafts. "Fuck Tanner" Jake moaned, biting the kids nipples as he began fucking the boy, pulling out along my shaft as I pushed it. We worked him over like two well oiled pistons. Tanner was screaming, tears running down his cheeks, huge fucking smile on his face as I grabbed his neck for better leverage. He gurgled like a little whore under my thick grasp. Jake grabbed Tanner's hips, taking up the responsibility of keeping him put. His hole made satisfying squelching sounds, I forgot how much pre cum Jake produced. In no time our cocks were slick with it, gliding against each other as Tanner's mucus covered ass walls shuddered with pleasure. The friction was perfect for me, I could fuck a hole like this without cumming for hours. Jake wasn't so mature yet...He was getting close, squirming and shoving, moaning and writhing, jerking his dick in the heat of Tanner's beautiful little butt. He was lost and, I was happy to let him go for a while. I released Tanner from my grip, he fell forward coughing as I pulsed more blood into my dick, forcing his red raw hole to open further. Keeping my cock perfectly still, feeling Jake probe like a dog under me. "Uh....g'uh...ah....uh" he was practically screaming now. As the breath flooded back into Tanner's lungs his hole vibrated violently ... A little trick I learnt, a coughing bottom, makes fucking feel fantastic. Jake brutally shoved his dick past mine, popping it into Tanner's second hole and unleashing his virile, swimmer seed into Tanner's innermost, receptive walls. He grunted, and I felt his hot cum start flooding back around my shaft...I pulled out of Tanner...happy to let the boys have their moment. Plus, I didn't want any of the fresh seed to pour out of his wide hole. Tanner's sphincter gently closed shut on Jake's cock...sealing the cum up him. I went round to the front of the chair. Tanner was moaning gently as Jake began making love to his hole...the gentility messing with his mind as I leant down to his vibrant, youthful face... "How's that cum feel boy?" Tanner looked at me, wiped a tear from his eye, smiled evily and said "I can feel it, it feels hot but...so nice...feels fucking nice" "Good boy" I said...."cuz you're going to get a lot" As he thanked me with his eyes I let him nurse my thick, ass-warm cock in his mouth as I heard my phone vibrate from over on the other couch. I smiled...a few more loads in the boy, and the party could really begin.

Like any hole soaking activity - clean out well and beforehand. Or enjoy a new kink afterwards.