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CHAPTER 3 I was expecting it to hurt so much, being my first cock and it being such a massive one, but his head entered me surprisingly easily. Must've been all of the water and spit. I let out a loud moan all the same though. "I'm not hurting you am I man?" Mike asked, concerned. "Nah, it feels so fucking good to have a cock inside me" I replied. "Great, coz your ass feels amazing on my cock" he smiled back. I started to ease myself down on him. He wasn't incredibly thick but I knew he was so long I'd impale myself on it if I wasn't careful! As much as I wanted to look him in the eye as I was sitting down on his cock, I closed my eyes as I took more and more of him. "You're taking my cock like a champ bro," Mike said "And you feel so fucking good." I couldn't help but moan my agreement as half his cock was inside me. I started rocking back and forth on his dick just like my wife did with me. It should've been a surprise to me how quickly I'd adapted to taking cock but I wanted to please my new lover too much to care. It felt amazing. We both started to get into a rhythm and I put my hands on Mike's sexy chest and shoulders to make sure that we were in sync. As I was riding him, I could feel his cock gradually going deeper and deeper into my ass. Before too long, I could feel his balls pressing against my ass. I'd taken it all! I sat right down on his dick and looked him deep in the eye, I so wanted to share how great this was making me feel with my man. "Fuck man, I'm balls deep in you!" Mike looked up shocked. "I can't even do that with Cassie a lot of the time!" I leant down and we kissed deeply, "You can take my ass any time you want Mike" as we started to pick up pace. "Damn man, you're so tight I'm gonna cum in you if we keep this up!" he moaned. "Fine with me," I replied. "I want your load so much." I didn't even care if I came or not, all I wanted was Mike's cum inside me. I felt Mike's cock getting harder and harder inside me so I knew he must've been close. Knowing how much I loved it when Clare would ride me faster and harder, clenching her pussy while she did it, I wanted to do the same for Mike. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum in you. Are you ready?" "Fuck yeah, gimme your load Mike." What had happened to me? A man wanting to save his marriage this morning, now begging for his brother-in-law's seed in him later that day!! I felt his cock hardening inside me and I knew he was close, I was so excited that I'd be getting his cum soon. He closed his eyes and almost straight away, had a fantastic warm sensation in my ass. He let out a massive groan of satisfaction, which made me so happy. I leant over and we kissed passionately again as I milked every last drop with my ass. "Damn, that was the best I've had in a long time" "Whenever you want it" I smiled We cleaned ourselves up, dried off and walked out of the bathroom to an awful shock. The girls' shopping was in the room! Had they heard us fucking? THE END(?)

Chapter 3: After that first hook-up with Mike, we made a regular point of getting together a couple of times a week; sometimes more. He’d come to my place, or me to his, he fucks my brains out, breeds my ass … lots of hot piggy sex. I always end up with an ass full of cum. It’s been nearly a week now though, and I’m really horned and about to go crazy – I need to be fucked. I’m honestly feeling like a bit of a pig. How did I get so hooked up on one guy’s cum? I don’t care. I decide I’ll message him on Kik. Kevin: Sup He doesn’t immediately respond … then my phone buzzes. Mike: Hangin with my friend Chris, horned Kevin: Me too ... come fuck me Mike: Gotta finish up here first … 6 ok? Kevin: yep At that moment an image of a huge cock inside a tight ass appears. Kevin: HOT! Mike: Told you about Chris, right? Mike: That’s him >=) Kevin: MMMMMM Mike: Ok if I bring him too Kevin: Yea Mike: k … told you he’s poz right? Kevin: yea Kevin: It’s cool Mike: Showed him your pics Mike: Thinks you’re hot Kevin: oh yea? Mike: haha … prob wants to fuck you too, he pretty much only tops Kevin: Pic? Mike sends me another pic. Chris is definitely hot. He looks like he’s about 27, nice short cut brown hair, trimmed up beard and beautiful eyes. Then another pic appears, same cock dripping cum over a spread hole, cum is everywhere; Mike knows how to get me hard. Then he follows that up with a link to an XTube video … I’m about to click on it when another message comes through. Mike: Pic is Chris’ cum in my hole and all over my ass Kevin: Fuck he’s got a hot cock Mike: I know Mike: Vid is Chris breeding me Mike: Wait ‘til you feel him doing that Kevin: MMMMMMM Mike: See you in a bit I click the link to the video and all you can see is a guy on all fours taking a cock bareback … he’s begging for raw cock and cum and the top is encouraging him … ‘til the top reaches a big orgasm, and he shoots all of it inside. I need to be fucked like that so bad right now. Mike says he and Chris are coming over at 6 so I decide to get into the shower and get myself and my hole cleaned out and ready. I feel mixed about letting a poz guy fuck me bareback but I’m so turned on after talking to Mike I’m not sure I can say no. I can’t get the images of Chris’ cock and cum, going inside Mike like that, out of my head. I want to beat off right here in the shower, but somehow manage to stay focused, and not touch my cock. As I’m drying off I finally come to a decision, “Fuck it, I want him to fuck me, and I want him to cum in me the way Mike does”. I quickly finish up, I’m cleaned out and ready to go. I feel silly thinking about what should I wear to answer the door but I find myself doing it anyway. I grab a pair of white athletic socks and my favorite ball cap and that’s all I’m wearing. I want to set the tone. I think, “No need to be coy about it … you want him to breed you”. Mike and Chris arrive not much later and Mike lets them in. I can hear them talking, and come popping out of my room, “Hey guys!” I see Mike smile, and he moves to kiss me, “Oh… hey… this is Chris… told you about him”. I move and he kisses me too, he says softly, “Damn Kevin … you’re hotter than Mike let on”. I blush a little bit. I look over at Mike, who’s already removed his clothing, “This way”, he says, pulling both me and Chris toward my bedroom. They’ve been here all of 2 minutes and I already feel a bit attached to Chris, maybe I’m needy, maybe it’s those eyes. Mike and I start making out, Chris moves in closer, and then there’s this mad mash of tongues as the three of us are making out. Chris reaches around and puts a hand into my ass crack… then pulls back, I grab his hand and move it back to my ass; I want him to know I like it there. We break apart and Mike, not wasting any time, leans over the end of my bed ass up and ready. “Someone needs to be fucked … get him ready”, I hear Chris, “Fuck yea I do”, says Mike. I think Mike’s ass is “so hot”, exposed like that, I can’t stop myself and bend down, “There’s some lube there”, pointing, and then bury my face into that hot little ass, “Ahhhhhhhhhh….ahhhhh… fuck yea … eat my hole… so hot”. I love eating Mike’s ass, it gets him so horny. I hear Chris removing clothing and lubing his cock, “Looks like a hot, twisted boy slut needs another load in that ass”. I move off of Mike, I can’t help it, I want to see Chris’ cock. “Another load?”, I think, I’ll have to remember to ask about that, then I hear Mike, “Yeah man … needing another dirty load in there”. Chris removes his tank top and joins me and Mike naked. “Don’t hold back this time man … I want it, hard, raw, intense ….did I say hard?”, Chris just looks at him, “Pig. You want more of my raw cock ehh?”, not really expecting an answer. I look at Chris, “I’ve got poppers if you want ‘em”, handing him the bottle, he smirks, “You’ll want these babe”, throwing them down beside Mike’s head. Chris and I just stare at each other as he gets ready to lay into Mike, “Go lay on the bed beside him … help him through this, but be ass up and ready for me”. The direct approach, I like it … I just smile. Laying down beside Mike I feel myself pushing my ass up. I think, “I want this stud to fuck and breed my ass like he does Mike’s”, it’s scaring me, but exciting me all at the same time. Mike and I put an arm around each other’s back and we’re close enough to kiss … our bodies touching all the way down past our asses. “Please Chris … c’mon man, breed me, pahhz … “, Chris interrupts him, “Yeah you want this”, spanking Mike’s ass with his cock,”… you want this cum … don’t you pig?”, “Yeah”. Hearing Mike beg for cum and seeing him, submissive like this, a slight look of comfort and surprise comes over me. Then I see that look on Mike’s face and look back at Chris, I know he’s teasing and putting pressure on Mike’s hole. I hear Mike moan, “Ahhhhhhhh…”, and I know the head is pushing its way inside him now. Chris moves his body up and over Mikes, covering most of him, and from the look on Mike’s face I can tell Chris’ cock is about to bottom out. Chris kisses Mike’s back and neck and leans in closer, “Yeah baby … gonna give you another poz load from this poz cock … that what you been needing?” I look at Mike, his eyes are closed, he’s gone, “Yes … yeah man … nail me … really give it to me, do it this time”. I think, “This time?!”, I realize how little I really know about Mike. All this talk about “poz cock” is freaking me out a bit, but my hard cock wouldn’t lie to me – would it? Chris for his part isn’t letting it go, “Fuck yeah ... gonna get that load where it belongs”, and Mike blurts out, “In my hole”. After just a few brief warm up strokes Chris puts his full weight into fucking Mike, and from the way the bed’s moving, he’s forcing his cock in deep. Watching all this gets my cock rock hard and I suddenly feel the urge to be the one begging Chris for a load of his cum … his poz cum. I’m so fucking horned. Mike is going crazy from being penetrated, it’s like I’m seeing him in a whole new light, but I’m so fucking horny I can’t think, and sometimes you gotta ask for what you want. I push my ass up further, reach back and spread my cheeks and looking at Mike just spit it out, “Please Chris ... please breed me too”. Chris just keeps fucking. Mike’s eyes open … he smiles at me, “You sure you ready for this babe?”, I smile back nodding, “Yea I think so … I’m just so horny right now, I need it so bad”. “When he starts fucking you he’s not going to stop until he’s cum inside you too”, I nodded, “I know … I know … it’s cool”. Mike just grins, “Alright … you gotta ask for him for it then”, “I thought I did”. I look back at Chris again, “Chris … will you fu’… uhmm”, and I try to sound more serious, “Chris will you breed my ass?”. Chris keeps grunting, ignoring me, he just keeps pounding Mike’s ass. I can see they’re both sweating, and Chris is really moaning and I bet he’s close to dumping his load. “I told you he’s poz, right?”, I nod, Mike’s eyes rolled a bit, “Ohhhhhh… fuck yea … Well … you gotta ask for him for his poz cock … otherwise he’s not gonna fuck you”, Mike’s eyes close, the expression of bliss obvious on his face. I gulp. Hundreds of things float through my mind, images, thoughts, ideas … it’s almost overwhelming for just a brief second. I swallow, open my mouth, and state matter-of-factly, “Chris will you please fuck me with that HOT poz cock of yours and cum deep inside me?” I feel myself nearly breathing the words when I mention his cock and cum. I look at Mike for approval he seems shocked and happy all at the same time – if that’s possible. Chris looked down at me, then kisses Mike, “Looks like your buddy wants my poz cum too”. Mike smiles at that statement, “Yeah I think he does”, and then he looks at me, “Don’t worry Chris can cum more than once”. I realize Chris probably just dumped a load of poz cum in Mike. I feel him tapping my leg, “Ass up again boy”, then to Mike, “Come suck this clean”. I move my ass and look back to see Mike sucking Chris’ cock, it seems so freaking huge. “Ohhhh yeah…. Clean that cock boy … MMMMMM … get me ready to breed your boy”, I can’t take my eyes off Mike’s head bobbing up and down on Chris’ cock, I think, “That cock will be inside me in a minute”. Mike seems very happy being Chris’ bottom, it’s amazing to watch him like this, I think he’d suck him ‘til he squirts again if no one said anything. Chris wants to fuck though, “Ok … I’m good … time to get in that ass”. Chris looks at me, “You need lube?”, “Yeah some, please, I’m tight”, he smiles devilishly. Chris takes some lube and greases his cock and my hole, sliding a finger in the way Mike likes to do me, but then backs it out almost as quickly. I try to relax when I feel it coming, “Ahhhh … ahhhh”, it stings, as the head of his cock eases its way into my ass. “Ohhhhhh fuck … fuck … fuck… “, I can’t stop the words, “You ok boy?”. “Yeahhh… Yeahhh… haaaa …ahhhhha… I’m good… ahhhh… just haaaaaa… stings, but feels good too”. Working me, like he did Mike taking several long, slow strokes to figure out the best angle and see how tight I am before diving in too fast, feels good. Mike moves around to my face and presents his amazing cock to me. He’s always so cute the way he almost beams when he’s in a “top” position, I know what he wants, and open my mouth, letting my tongue go to work on that amazing dick. Then I feel it … Chris works his strokes into a rhythm and I can feel his sweaty sac and chest against my body, I know Chris is poz, and I know he’s going to cum inside me… I also know I’m hard as a rock. I pull Mike’s cock from my mouth, “Just like that … ahhhhhhh … oh fuck yea… ohhhhh that’s good … give it to me”. I don’t want him to stop, not that he’s going to, it’s clear we both want the impending climax. I go back to sucking Mike’s cock. Chris pounds me for what seems like hours, he’s got a strong rhythm, it’s clear to me why he’s only tops. He’s groaning and sweating and just keeps working my hole. I look over at my phone and realize he’s been fucking me a total of maybe 10 minutes but it seems like longer and my jaw is starting to ache from sucking on Mike. Chris pulls out, “Flip over”. I flip onto my back and I think, “Open sesame”, as my legs immediately go up without so much as a word. Mike moves his face to mine and kisses me as Chris reinserts his fuckstick and gets back to work, “I wanna put this second load in deeper”, I pause from Mike’s kiss and my eyes get wide, he just looks at me as if to say, “… told you he can cum multiple times”. Mike moves so his cock is just over my mouth and starts to jack off,… there’s no going back, if I end up poz I’m apparently meeting it head on. My legs are on Chris’ chest and his cock is pounding me, it feels so amazing to be fucked this way. Knowing I’ve already got a load from him is keeping my cock hard as a rock. Mike moves a hand down to my cock, it’s electric, I can’t hold it back, “I’m gonna cum… fuck … I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum”. I want Chris deeper inside me, so I push down on his cock, and I feel my load building … “Ahhhhh.. ahhhhh… FUCK! FUCK! … CUMMMMMMING!”, and my cock shoots squirt after squirt of my seed all over my chest, all over Mike’s arm; it’s going everywhere. My ass grips Chris’ cock like a vice, but he pushes hard enough to keep fucking into me while I orgasm. My eyes are closed but Chris’ grunts tell me he’s getting close, Mike is encouraging him, “Fuck yea man… really give it to him … breed that ass”. Followed quickly by Chris, “Ahhhhh …ahhhhhh …..fuck…oh…ahhhhhhhhhh… FUCKKKKKKK! FUCK YEAH!”, then Mike, “FUCK YEAH!”. I’m getting cum in both ends with Chris fucking a 2nd load of poz cum into me. I join in, “Fuck yeah man! … Fucking give it to me!”. Chris looks at me completely serious, but smiling, he just keeps stroking into me as his cum squirts into my guts, working his load in. His strokes start making that sound that comes from a wet cummy cock fucking a well-used ass … the afterglow is intoxicating. Chris finally pulls out and lays down on the bed beside me, Mike joining him and we just chill in the few minutes following some very hot, pig sex. Mike looks at me smiling, “You good?”, I nod, “Yeah … very good”. I look over at Chris, “That was so fucking hot!”. He smiles back.

Just had a grinder hookup with a hot black stud near me. He seemed pretty discrete and nervous when I first walked in his back door. (Guess his roommate was home). He pulled out a massive cock and I got to town sucking him hard. Probably 9 inches of thick hard black meat. Tasted so sweet. He stripped me down and threw me on all fours and tounged my ass for a few min. I took a hit of some poppers he tossed me, and asked if he had lube and a rubber (yeah I know). He grabbed them both, lubed up my ass and started sliding his cock up and down my cheeks. With a few thrusts he was in and slowly started pounding away. I took a quick look back and realized he never even put the rubber on. He was embarrassed and pulled right out and I just said fuck me. His eyes glowed and he rammed his cock back in my greedy hole. It didn't take more than a few min until I felt his thrusts get quicker and his body shudder. My ass instantly felt flooded and I honestly was never turned on more in my life. I was just bred by a black stud for the first time. I just laid there for a few minutes feeling the wetness inside me as he cleaned up. He got dressed, I threw on my clothes and left pretty quick. Hoping I get a call back soon for another load

Clay had a secret. To the outside world he had always appeared kind, good-natured, good morals, handsome, and straight-laced. He was the kind of guy whom every mom hoped her daughter would date. He stood 6'2" athletic build with hazel eyes and short brown hair. Always clean shaven and dressed in a tshirt and jeans. A former Boy Scout and very kind towards others...all of these things were true. What the outside world didn't know, was that he was Obsessed with sex. As a teen, Clay found his dads porn collection. It started with Penthouse forum magazine showing men and women naked together. After a little bit more searching, Clay found some videos rated triple X. Here he was exposed to a world where good-looking, buff men got their cocks sucked, and were begged by their female costars to fuck them hard with their big dicks. It became a daily thing for Clay to come home from school, sneak into his parents room, watch the videos, and shoot his load. He especially liked it anytime the camera focused on the guys faces, filled with lust as they pounded load after load out of their nuts. It was hot to him to see these older guys so confident, and taking control. He often fantasized that he was the costar. As time went on and the Internet became more popular, Clay often found himself on the websites where he could chat with Men. Sex was always something he talked about, but was often too afraid to meet anyone in person. When he was 18 and a senior in high school, he met a guy online who was 36, very handsome and very friendly towards Clay. They met in person a number of times but only chatted, or maybe held hands. This attention made Clay feel both excited and nervous, and he would often jack off fantasizing about more happening. One day he was invited out to dinner, and then asked if he wanted to go hang out at his new friends apartment. As nothing had happened by this point, Clay just assumed it would be a low-key friendly visit. They sat, drank sodas and chatted, until his new friend asked if he wanted to see some home movies. Clay said sure and cuddled up with this Man as the tape began to play. At first, it was just some footage around town, and then it cut to a video of a couple having sex in the window of the apartment across the street. Clay started to get hard but tried to act surprised and embarrassed. His friend told him that this couple often likes to put on a show at night, so from time to time he gets his camera out. "Is this ok?" The 36 year old asked. "Yeah sure, it's kind of funny" replied Clay his voice getting shaky and his nerves causing him to tremble. "Well then let's keep watching". Next came a video of a young twentysomething kneeling by the fridge in the very apartment they were sitting in. The camera got closer to the young guy and Clay saw the boy reach out his hand and open his mouth. Into the frame came a very big and very hard dick. The young boy grabbed it and began to wrap his lips around it and suck it hungrily. The cameraman began to moan and encouraged his hungry cocksucker. Clay recognized the voice as the guy he was snuggled up to on the couch. He turned to look at this hot older man and realized that he had been watching Clay with a smile. "Oops how did this get on here?" He asked with a playful laugh. "I don't know but it looks like fun "replied Clay. The Man said nothing but just sat there smiling and staring into his eyes making him feel hornier than he'd ever been. After a short pause that felt like hours... "Do you think I could try?" Asked Clay. The 36 yr old replied "Have you ever sucked a Mans penis?" Clay liked this question, and it made him start to pre-come in his jeans. "Once" he said "with a guy from school. But never with anyone older than me ". "Well let's see if you like it" and with that, the Man stood up and asked Clay to sit on his knees and keep eye contact. Clay did as he was told and stared into the eyes of this hot guy as he slowly unzipped his fly, and pulled out his semi hard 9" dick and let it hang there just inches from his lips. "It's not very big, but I think you'll like it" he said smiling. With that he stroked the top of Clay's head and instructed him to open his mouth. That's the day Clay realized he was addicted to getting older Men off.

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.

I had a daddy for a while that whored me out, used to text me addresses to go to, to be bred or would advertise me online. I was so full of cum daily

I hooked up with a total top who was adamant using a condom. He's fucking me in different positions really getting into it, then right before he came I thought his dick felt different but wasn't sure. He came hard and deep inside me. He cleaned up in the bathroom, I touched my hole and it felt wet--smelled cum, then realized this condom-nazi stealth me! It was so hot he tried it. He came out of the bathroom, seemed a bit in a hurry to leave. We chatted as he dressed, he seemed he wanted to leave before I "found out". I told him I seem wet, and he admitted he stealth me, he said my ass felt too good and wanted it raw. I told him how hot I thought it was. I'm still naked on bed touching my wet asslips, he's watching me, then starts undressing again and says he needs to get back inside there, and fucks me like a madman in his fresh cumload like a demon. It didn't last too long but it was a great fuck. Hot.

CHAPTER 2 That was all the encouragement I needed to start sucking greedily on the head of his cock. I'd tasted my own precum very occasionally (as I think all men have done from time to time), but this was the first time I'd had it properly and it tasted so good. I was alternating between running my tongue around the head and sucking on it to get as much precum as I could. "Fuck Jeff, if only Jessie could suck my dick as well as you" Mike moaned. "I'm alright?" "You're a fucking natural" he smiled. I loved hearing from this fucking sexy guy that I was a great cocksucker. I wanted to treat him to a hot sloppy blowjob that I loved watching girls give in pornos. I spat on the end of it, and ran my tongue up and down the end of the shaft, rubbing it with both hands. I could barely believe it took two hands to rub his cock! He grabbed the back of my head and I knew what he wanted. I had no idea whether I'd be able to have him fuck my face but I was so wanting to try. As his cock made its way down my throat I could only take just over half of it before I couldn't take any more and I patted him on the butt to let him know. It was my first time after all! He released his grip and he pulled my face away as I gasped for air, "I'm so sorry". I kept panting. "Don't be bro, that was so hot", he said as he pulled me up into a deep kiss. "I'll be able to with a little more practice" I smiled back. "Really?!?!? You can practice on me any time you want bro. I don't think I've ever had such a great blowjob" I stood up and turned my back to him. "I think I wanna try something else now" and I started to rub my ass against his massive cock. "Fuck bro, are you sure?" "Sure am, but I think I'm gonna need a heap of lube to get you inside. How about we do it in the shower? There's plenty of room." I eagerly took his hand and we walked in. "But Jeff, you know I don't have any condoms and I doubt you do either" I turned to him and we kissed deeply. "If your sister's not getting knocked up, at least someone on this trip should be." We continued to kiss as I turned the water on. "Let's use the water as lube." I suggested Giving Mike a blowjob as the water belted down on us was such a fantastic sensation but I knew it was only the start. Before I knew it, Mike had flipped me round and was eating my ass! "Oh God Mike, that feels so good!!" I moaned. "I always eat pussy before I fuck it." he replied. Something about him calling it a pussy turned me on so much and so I bent down more, wanting as much of his mouth and tongue on my ass as possible. He eased a finger or two into my hole as he ate me and fuck it felt so good! I couldn't wait to feel his cock inside me. "Lay down," I told him. I aimed my ass at the running water, getting myself wet one last time before I was to take him. As he lay down in the shower/bath his cock stood upright and looked so massive. I'd no idea if I could take him but I wanted it more than anything and figured riding him would be my best chance. He looked so sexy lying in the shower as the water fell on him. I wasn't even thinking about him as my brother in law any more, he was a sexy guy that I wanted to please, hopefully as my new lover. I straddled him and started rubbing his cock between my cheeks. "Fuck bro, get me inside you or I'll cum now!!" Mike exclaimed. I didn't want his cum on my ass, I wanted his cum IN my ass!! I aimed his cockhead at my eaten ass. I knew breaking my cherry was gonna hurt but it was something I needed to do. I wanted to show this man that I was worthy of being his lover. Looking deep into his eyes, I sat down as he pushed up and the head of his cock slipped into my virgin ass. END OF CHAPTER 2

Ha, love this. I'm of a mind that any seed that doesn't go into an ass is wasted ( I know that's just a personal bias). I had a dom approach me a few months ago (online) who wanted to train me to get all my pleasure from my ass (that didn't last for long because it was all online because of distance). He didn't want me cuming by jacking off, mainly because he wanted to train me to get all my pleasure from my ass. That didn't seem like a stretch at first (so to speak), but it was harder than I thought it would be because I am used to edging for hours because it makes me a hornier bottom. I do know that if I just edged and never came by jerking, I'd be horny most of the time, so what usually happens is I jerk off after I've gotten as much cum in my hole as I can. I love mens ass, it's my favorite part of their anatomy even though I identify as 'total bottom.' Still, if there is a sweet ass around and I feel sated as a bottom, i'd much rather breed than spill. I also tend to cum in huge amounts, especially after edging for a long time, so it really makes sense to give it to a fellow hungry bottom instead of wasting it.

PART 8 – NOT A FAG “Fuck yeah, buddy,” I replied, picking up the pipe and motioning toward the back patio. “We’ll definitely smoke some more. But first, let’s see what Brian and Jesse are up to.” Dalton grabbed my arm, taking a half-step backward. “Wait, bro. I just want to be clear about one thing.” “What’s that, bud?” “I know you guys are gay, and that’s cool. I’m totally cool with that. Really. And look, I’m fine hanging out naked if we’re gonna smoke some more of that shit. But…I’m not—well…” “You’re not what?” “I’m not…a fag, OK?” “Sorry—what?” “I said I’m not a fag, bro.” “Ah. No problem, buddy—works for me. Not a fag? OK, then you’re not a fag.” “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, obviously. Like I said, I’m cool with you guys. But I have a girlfriend, and I'm not into dick. OK?” “I understand, buddy. There’s plenty of faggot to go around this afternoon, so I’m cool with you just hanging out—in, you know, a non-faggoty way.” “Great. Thanks.” Dalton’s face relaxed into a sheepish smile. Then he glanced down at his cock, which seemed to be doing everything in its power to close the distance between us—stretching a good eight or nine inches away from his flat stomach, throbbing in my direction as it curved slightly upward, a bead of precum forming at the piss-slit. He laughed appreciatively, causing his dick to twitch. “I guess that smoke makes me pretty horny, huh?” “That’s the best thing about it, buddy. It makes all of us fuckin' horny.” I reached over to the counter and grabbed a shot of G, adding a little Gatorade to it, then told Dalton to drink up. “This shit tastes a little nasty, so make sure to follow it with a chaser.” He nodded and threw the shot back, grimacing as he grabbed the bottle of Gatorade and took a giant gulp. “Dude, what the fuck was that?” I smiled to myself, always relishing those moments when boys ask questions when it's already too late. “Just something called G, bud,” I replied, doing my best to sound casual. “It’s sort of like a strong shot of Jägermeister.” “Fuck, that better be a lot stronger than Jäger, dude. That was fuckin’ disgusting.” “Trust me, buddy.” I said, placing a hand on his shoulder as I felt the heat radiate from his young, muscled body—all those chems just beginning to do their work. “Just trust me, OK?” He nodded, and I led him out to the patio, where my favorite faggots were hard at work: Brian was sitting in one of the deck chairs, his dick lodged deep inside Jesse’s hole. Jesse squatted over him, his shoulderblades pressed against Brian’s chest, craning his neck back for a deep, sloppy kiss. Meanwhile, Brian wrapped his hairy, muscular arms around the jockboy’s smooth body, both of them lost in the glazed-eye twilight of a deep chemfuck. My attention immediately went to Jesse’s ass as it stretched around Brian’s poz dick, the boy’s chem-fueled fuckhole hungrily pulsing in a deep, steady rhythm. I glanced over at Dalton, who had clearly noticed the same thing. “Holy fuck,” he said under his breath, absent-mindedly reaching down to grab his dick. The sound of his voice—deeper than usual, with just a hint of a growl—immediately brought Brian and Jesse to attention. “Fuck! I'm so fuckin' sorry, Dalton,” said Jesse, doing his best to sound ashamed while keeping that raw dick firmly lodged in his hungry hole. “We didn’t mean to freak you out. Is this OK?” “Yeah, it’s cool, buddy,” Dalton said hoarsely, trying to signal his approval with an awkward wave of his hand. “Gay shit doesn’t bug me, bro. You know that.” “Well, that’s a good thing, straightboy,” Brian replied, his eyes locked on Dalton’s. “Because this gay shit won’t be stopping anytime soon. There’s no fuckin’ way I’m pulling out of this boy’s hole until he’s dripping with my cum.” Dalton hesitated for a moment, lost in the intensity of Brian’s stare, before letting out a forced laugh. “Hey, do your thing, bro. Just don’t count on me joining in.” “Fine by me, dude,” Jesse replied. “More dick for this faggot.” “That’s right boy,” Brian said to him, thrusting his cock just a little deeper. “Now show me what a hungry chempig you really are.” The two of them dissolved back into a kiss, and Dalton and I stared at Brian’s fat dick as it grew fatter still, stretching that boyhole even wider than before. “It’s all good,” I said to Dalton in a low, quiet, even voice, reaching over to squeeze his shoulder—and causing his cock to jerk upward with another twitch. “Why don’t you head inside, and I’ll find you some good pussy porn?” “Fuck, that sounds good to me,” he said with relief, seemingly unable to stop staring at Jesse’s pulsing fuckhole as it milked the precum from Brian’s poz cock. “But hey: weren’t we gonna smoke first, bro?” “Oh, damn! My bad, buddy. Here you go.” Once again, I held the pipe to his lips and heated the bowl, letting the tip of my cock graze his outer thigh as I whispered instructions to this newest chempig-in-training. And once again, he inhaled a lungful of smoke, leaning his head back and blowing a giant cloud—his hips countering with a slow, sensual forward-thrust of his cock. I fed him two more hits after that, each time letting my dick rest a little more firmly against his leg. Then I gave him a friendly smack on the ass and told him to meet me inside. As Dalton walked away, Brian moaned softly, his eyes following the rise and fall of our Neighbor Boy’s muscled ass. “Please tell me I get to fuck that boy now,” he said under his breath. “I can’t fuckin’ hold back any more.” “You will—don’t worry,” I replied. “But first we need to solve a tiny problem.” “What’s that?” “Well, see…he’s not a faggot. According to him, anyway.” “That’s nothing new,” said Brian. “True. I’ve seen dudes with sloppy asses dripping 10 fresh loads, yet still claiming to be straight.” “Fuck that. We’ll make this boy a faggot, and make him fuckin’ like it. We just need to help him see things…our way.” “Ah: the power of persuasion.” “Fuck no,” Brian replied. “The power of a nice fat slam.”

Part 4 Clay walked through the front door of the building. Pulse racing and his leg muscles were shaking. " what the hell am I doing here?" he asked himself. It had been a long time since he had felt nervous about a random hook up, and his usual confidence was clearly shaken. " what if I don't like it?" His mind was swimming with nervousness, " you can always leave if you're not into it, besides...what if you like it?" This thought seemed to bring Clay some reassurance, so he began his climb up the stairs. When he reached the top his eyes darted from door to door until he found the number he was looking for. He tried to swallow and knocked twice. Twenty seconds later Clay heard the shift of a deadbolt and the doorknob turned. The door opened partially and a shadowed face appeared, as a calm masculine voice said "come on in". Clay stepped into the hall of the apartment as he heard the door close and lock behind him. He turned to face the Man at his back and instantly felt at ease. The guy was definitely the same as his picture. Late 40s, shaved head, and a little bit of scruff on his face. He was good-looking, but in an average Joe kind of way. His bod was a fit dad build with trimmed chest hair visible under his black tank top. Strong legs dusted with hair met at his crotch where his black jock strap concealed a very meaty looking bulge. "Woof" thought Clay to himself as he noticed the scent of sweaty Man, and something acrid he didn't recognize in the air. "I've got some porn on in the living room, feel free to take some layers off and make yourself comfy on the couch. I'm going to get us some water, your going to want to stay hydrated." Clay was surprised by how calm the guy spoke and realized how much it seemed to calm his nerves. " yeah whenever I roll on E, my friends are always pushing bottles of water in my face" he said, trying to sound sound like a confident party boy. "Are you from New York?" the man asked paying no mind to Clay's comment as he poured cold water from the fridge. Clay began to remove his shoes and replied " well, I'm originally from the Midwest. But I moved to New York about 6 years ago so I'm almost official." and gave a slight laugh as he removed his socks and began unbuttoning his jeans. He was feeling more at ease. "I'm a transplant too" the Man said "but I've lived here for about 20 years. I'm Pete by the way." "Nice to meet you Pete, I'm Clay." Clay was surprised he revealed his real name to this guy. Normally there wasn't much conversation at all when he met up with a trick, but talking seemed to help him feel a little safer, almost trusting. He stepped out of his jeans and stood there in his black Calvin Klein briefs, black tee, and green ball cap. Pete walked over and eyed Clay up and down with devilish smirk and said "Well Clay, why don't we head over to the couch and get you fucked up...midwestern boy." With that he grinned, handed Clay a glass of water and gave his ass a firm squeeze and led the way to the couch. They sat down and Clay looked at the porn playing on the laptop. He instantly recognized the hungry bottom star from Treasure Island Media, as he had beat off to this video many times online. His eyes looked around the rest of the small one bedroom apartment but had trouble making anything out as it was dark. He then looked to his right at Pete who was staring back with that same devilish grin. "You are way fucking cuter than your pictures kid." Clay muttered a thank you and realized he was starting to get nervous again almost like nearing the top of a roller coaster. He caught another intoxicating whiff of Man sweat and felt his dick begin to fatten in his briefs. Pete then leaned down and pulled a plate out from under the coffee table and set it on top. On the plate Clay observed some kind of lighter, a small baggie with some big white shards, and a wet folded paper towel. Sitting on top of the towel was a thin glass pipe with a large bubble on one end. The pipe was clean and looked to Clay like a piece of a chemistry set. Pete grabbed the baggie and pipe, looked at Clay and asked "are you nervous?" Clay stammered and lied "no not really ". Pete smiled again and said "Good, Tina is a lot of fun, just don't let it run your life". Clay nodded as if this made perfect sense. "I want you to watch little boy as I take a few of these shards and put them through the opening of this bowl." They made a small satisfying clink as they landed inside the bubble. "Next I want you to hold the tip of this pipe in your mouth." Pete handed the pipe to Clay who was trying to keep his hand from noticeably trembling. A cautionary thought came to his mind "You're playing with fire here Clay..." But Clay looked into the smiling yet devious eyes of Man next to him, and felt his now hard dick ooze precum through his briefs. "Well then, let's play with a little fire." Grinning a fiendish grin in his mind he lifted the pipe to his lips awaiting further instructions. Pete said, "now I'm gonna light this torch under the bowl and the crystals are gonna start to melt. When that happens, gently roll the bowl between your thumb and fore finger from side to side." Clay was eager for every word, missing nothing. "Then, white smoke is gonna start to circle around inside, and when I tell you, slowly start to suck, inhaling steadily." Clay was breathing heavy now, focused and ready to party for the first time. Pete grinned "here we go kid, get ready to suck" and he gave Clay a wink. The torch ignited with a powerful hiss and began to heat up the bowl and its contents. Sure enough a small puddle began to form and Clay got the nod to begin rolling the pipe side to side. Then came wisps of smoke, circling inside and getting thick like a dense white cloud. When the smoke started to escape the top of the bubble Pete flashed a pleased smile and said "ok little boy, time for you to suck, slow and steady." And Clay took his first hit of T, drawing slowly and deeply and keeping eye contact with this sexy Man who wanted him to suck. "When you can't take any more in, I want you to hold your breath for a few seconds, and then blow it all out." Clay, having reached his lung capacity, took the pipe from his mouth, held his breath for a few seconds and then exhaled. Out came a weak streak of smoke. Pete laughed as Clay looked slightly confused and disappointed with his results. "It usually takes a few tries to get it right boy. Don't worry, we've got plenty of Tina and all night to practice." Clay's dick pulsed again at being called boy and realized that Pete was hungrily staring at the growing wet spot forming in his briefs. "Let's try again, and this time empty your lungs first so you can get a big hit from this pipe. And remember, I want you to suck on it slow and steady." Clay exhaled as much as he could and again put his lips around the glass pipe. The torch hissed powerfully under the bowl, and again a puddle began to form. When the smoke began to exit the top of the pipe, Pete nodded that he should begin sucking. Slowly Clay began to suck and it felt warmer this time. He was encouraged as Pete began rubbing his own dick through his jock and said "that's it suck it little boy, make me proud " he sounded like a pleased father. Clay took longer this time and when he reached lung capacity, held his breath for five seconds. When he exhaled, A beautiful white silky cloud escaped his pursed lips and filled the space between them. It was beautiful and Clay felt somehow proud of this accomplishment. "That was it kid, did you like that?" Clay nodded a big yes, but stated that he wasn't sure he felt anything yet. Pete smiled and said "well i definitely want to get you fucked up kid so let's get you three more big hits to start with and then we will see how you feel". Clay liked the thought that this Man wanted to get him high his first time, and couldn't wait to show his appreciation. The crack and hiss of the torch quickly became a conditioned sound for Clay as he took a second big hit, followed by a third. He loved how big his clouds were getting, and he was starting to feel a lift in his stomach. His body started to buzz and his muscles and skin felt awesome. Pete could see the change beginning to wash over Clay, and he laughed to himself and said "Fuck you're hot sucking on that pipe kid, how about this next hit you shotgun into my mouth and we can pass it back and forth". Clay couldn't have asked for anything better at that moment. He waited for the smoke to form, and began taking his longest hit yet. Pete locked eye contact the whole way and lifted his eyebrows when Clay stopped sucking and leaned forward for the shotgun. Feeling better than Clay had ever felt, he hungrily put his lips to Pete's, opened mouth and pushed in the chemical smoke. Small plumes of clouds snuck out between them. Pete groaned and pushed them back into Clay's lungs and penetrated his mouth with his tongue. Clay began to feel high as a motherfucker and sucked on Pete's tongue as they made out, smoke being pushed back and forth til it was gone. Fuck Clay felt good. Pete pulled away just a few inches but kept his eyes focused on Clay's now dialated pupils. He massaged Clay's head and ruffled his hair, which drove him wild. "God Damn you're such a good boy, how do you deal now?" Clay only grinned, his lips and face Excitedly buzzed from the T, reached out and for the first time since he arrived grabbed ahold of the package between Pete's hairy legs. It felt thick, and Pete had some big nuts. Clay had never been so hungry to suck a Man's dick in his life. Pete only smiled and said "It looks like you found Daddy's dick, why don't you lay down in my lap, and you can watch me take some big hits while you get Daddy hard." Clay couldn't have been happier to hear those words.

PART 7 – DALTON SMILES I opened the front door. Dalton and I stood on either side of the threshold, towels wrapped around our waists. I motioned for him to come inside, but he stood completely still for a good 10 seconds. Then, without another word, he entered. The door closed behind him. I cocked my head toward the kitchen, and he followed me in silence. Once I reached the kitchen counter, I grabbed a water bong sitting next to the sink, then turned around to face him. Dalton's expression was neutral—impassive. He clearly didn’t understand what he was doing in our house. He just knew, somehow, that he needed to be there. I’d seen that look before, seen it in other boys who’d kept their deepest hunger a secret even to themselves. He was following some nameless, wordless urge as he followed my footsteps—all his good taste and better judgment giving way to a dark impulse pulsing just beneath the surface of his skin. I placed the bong up to his lips. He dutifully sealed one end with his mouth, his eyes locked on mine. I lit a fire under the glass bowl—no explanation offered, no permission granted. He began to inhale before the smoke was ready, and I gave him a quick shake of my head. He stopped. Then, as the white smoke began to trickle out of the bowl, I nodded, and he slowly began to inhale his first lungful of Tina. I kept nodding as he sucked in that smoke, making sure he took a thick, potent hit nice and deep—then a little deeper—then deeper still. Satisfied that his first hit was up to my standards, I pulled the pipe away and gave him another nod. He hesitated, his eyes still locked on mine. Realizing he needed some guidance, I demonstrated what I wanted him to do: I shaped my mouth into an “O,” then let him hear the breath leave my lungs as I exhaled loud and long. His eyes brightened: he understood now. He opened his mouth in a round “O” just like mine, then released a long, fat snake of white smoke that slid from his lips into the air between us. I nodded approval, and he blushed. Once again, his lips wrapped around the mouthpiece. Once again, I applied heat to the bowl. Inhale, then exhale. Repeat. As one hit melted into another, he started to understand the rhythm of blowing thick clouds of chem-smoke. Three hits, four hits, five: I could see his pupils go dark as the T in the glass bowl made its way into his lungs, his brain, his skin, his sweat. Finally, I set the pipe back down on the counter, taking a good look at our freshly chemmed-up Neighbor Boy. He was smiling at me. And that’s when I realized something: I’d never seen this kid flash an easy, friendly, honest grin. He was always guarded somehow, always fearful of revealing too much. But now his whole face radiated with unchecked joy; his eyes flickered with a playfulness—maybe even a devilishness—that I hadn’t quite anticipated. Those clouds of chem-smoke had unlocked something, like they always do. Like so many boys before him, like so many repressed little bros just aching for something real, he was finally free. We grinned at each other for a minute or two before I broke the silence between us. “I’m so proud of you, bro,” I said, reaching over to muss his hair. His smile grew even wider as he took a step closer to me, his towel falling to the floor. I let me own towel drop, and Dalton’s giant smile turned into a mischievous half-grin. Blushing again, he pointed sheepishly at the pipe. “Would it be cool if I smoked a little more?”

Here is the last chapter: The club We were chatting a lot over the next days. He sent me the pics Tom had taken as well as a short film. I got hard from seeing my ass being opened and fucked and fisted. I couldn’t believe that the gaping hole with two fists inside was mine. I told David I had loved the session. He said he had a fantasy of seeing me gangbanged. Would I join him to one of the local sex club and try that out? I was very nervous about this, but as usual David repeated the suggestion and after a while it turned me on and I also wanted to do it to please him. One day David told me it was a fist weekend in a club in town next weekend. Would I be free to join him? I was. Cleaning out very well as always, dressing up in a pair of new slutty shorts with a sipper all the way around and boots, I was ready when I met him outside the club at 10 in the evening. We paid our entrance, and started to explore the place. None of us had been there before but we soon got acquainted to the various rooms and levels. It wasn’t very crowded, but it started to fill up and I got horny just from seeing all this more or less undressed sexy guys walking around. Some of them touched my dick through the shorts when the passed. I did not mind at all. We found a sling in a quite open space where people would have to pass by and David said he wanted this to be my place for the night. He made me lay down in the sling and gave me an e he had hidden in his pocket and also a sip of water which tasted G. Soon my head was spinning and I knew I would be very slutty once again. We had brought poppers, lube, condoms and gloves, but David would of course fuck me bare. He entered me with his usual determination. I was ready for it, but I screamed as he entered me. He laughed as always and said he knew his slut liked it. He fucked me hard and merciless. The action in the sling soon attracted some audience and David pointed at one of the younger guys watching. Dressed in leather pants with a big bulge and a harness that showed his hairy belly, he was very sexy. “Do you want to assist?” The guy nodded eagerly and David told him to pull my nipples, feed me poppers and make me suck his cock. The guy seemed very happy with his tasks that gave him a good viewpoint of what was happening. He took out his cock and showed it into my mouth. It was 18 thick cm and tasted of pee. He made sure I took it all the way before removing slightly and told me to lick him slowly. David pulled out his cock and proceeded to fist me. Opening me with two, three and four fingers, he suddenly told the young guy to give me more poppers and then showed his fist all the way in. I screamed again, but I was a happy boy and realised the sling was perfect for fisting. It ensured my legs were out of the way and David could go really deep. I felt myself open up and I was very much welcoming his gloved hand deep inside me. Strangely, other people just watched but they urged him to fist me harder and deeper. Once in a while David would tell the young guy to feed me poppers or pull my nipples again. I was in heaven. It felt so great and I was turned on by the circle of guys wanking and watching. After a while David asked if the young guy wanted to fuck me. He was more than willing and put on a condom on his 18 cm and fucked me. He didn’t last long after having been stimulated in my mouth for such a long time. I felt him shoot and withdraw with a condom full of his cum. David asked if I missed the feeling of cum being shot directly in my ass? I said yes. He smirked and said: “at least you should taste it!” He told the young guy to feed me the contents of the condom. I lipped like a kitten and swallowed it all. This winded up the entire crowd and I heard wispers about this slut that was new to the scene. An older man with a huge cock asked David if I could suck him. I just realised he was asking David and not me as if I was just an object. David of course gave him permission and he gave me his dick. The cock was shorter than the former one, but he was more brutal and I gagged as he hold my head and facefucked me. Meanwhile David urged one of the others to fuck me. He was also wrapped up when entering me. I was sucking and being deepthroted and soon I could enjoy a new load in my mouth. The older man slapped my face and said: “thanks slut”. In my ass the cock fucking me was withdrawn and soon replaced with David’s fist before another man fisted me. He had a much more brutal style than David and I screamed. The stranger laughed and said: “can we give him something more? This is a bit too much noise”. David gave me another sip of G and a new E and soon I was urging the man to fist me more. To him and the others he said that everybody that fisted me for at least ten minutes could fuck me. “And if my slut protest, tell you to take out the fist out before 10 minutes has passed or are not able to take your fist, you can fuck him without a condom”. I was in a dreamy state, my mind floating and I didn’t protest. I was able to take this guys fisting for more than ten minutes and he wrapped up before fucking me. A second and third guy also fisted and then fucked me with condoms. Then a big bear was approaching. Everything was big with him. His beard, his belly, his cock and not least his fist. He started to finger me and I tensed up when I realised how big his fist really was. He tried to push in, I clenched my hole and he didn’t managed to get it in. I looked at David and asked for more poppers, but David said: “You have to handle this without any poppers”. The bear laughed and said he wasn’t sure if he wanted to try more with his fist – the idea of barebacking me was more tempting. He did actually try to lube up my hole and get his fist in once more, but my mind was blocked and I simply couldn’t relax. So, the guy gave me a wicked smile and said: “guess it is my lucky day. I love to bareback a slutty ass”. He wanked his monster cock to full erection and then showed it into my ass. It was the biggest cock so far that evening and I was moaning loud as I felt his balls slap towards my ass. He told one of his buddies to facefuck me to keep me quiet. “I can concentrate if the slut is moaning and screaming”, he said. Not that it seemed to be a big problem for him – he fucked fast and intense and soon I felt him shoot in my ass. He withdrew and told me to lick his cock clean. He gave me a kiss on the mouth before disappeared in the crowd. I didn’t have much time to miss him, because as soon as the big guy disappeared another guy stepped forward. He was shockingly familiar. He smirked and said “Hello Simon”. I realized it was Hugo, one of my colleagues. I knew he was gay, but had no idea he would visit such a place. He said “So you are a cum and fist slut? That is indeed very interesting. I volunteer to fist you if I get a chance to fuck your ass afterwards.” He said to David that I deserved some more poppers and started to fist me. He was soon punching my ass and went deep and after seemed like an eternity he proceeded to fuck me as he was promised. His cock was maybe 16 cm and quite thick. He produced a condom and wrapped it on. He slapped my ass and said “use your muscles to make you ass tight for me”. He fucked me hard, and it seemed like he had been really turned big time by his own merciless fisting. Within a very short time he yelled out and came. When he pulled out I noticed his condom was broken and was rolled up by the root of his cock. He noticed my reaction and said: “I seems like I took one of my fixed condoms. I always keep some in case I come across sluts like you. I guess you don’t mind”. David interrupted and said: “Sure not, he loves it”. And David continued: “Be a good slut and clean off his cock”. Hugo said to David: “Do you mind me using him in the office if I need a relief there?” David said: “of course not”. I was too dizzy to protest, but understood our collegial relationship would maybe have changed. Over the next two hours I was fisted and fucked by another 4 or 5 guy – I kind of lost track. David seemed to have forgotten the condoms and several of the men shot in my ass. Some of the guys watching the scene wanked and shot in my mouth or face. David was renewing the chems a couple of times, ensuring I was continuously high and not protesting. When the line of men was finished he pushed his fist in me a last time and kissed me. “You are a now true slut just as I wanted you to be. I love you”, he said.

I've been in Atlanta for years and even though I dodged the bug for years, I've been poz for a while now. Every time I try to get my life to the vanilla, house and picket fence type shit, my perviness takes over. And I understand. I'm a hung athletic BBC with tattoos. I'm the stereotypical macho fucking black guy that you see and you're like "That guy will fuck some shit up". While it has worked in my favor, it has worked against me sometimes, but I'm really happy. I've had TONs of sexual experiences, with women, men, and TSs. I've been taken care of by older men and women, which has always helped. But my perviness is imprinted into me from years of living in ATL. I've been all over the US and I can honestly say ATL is the home of some of the freakiest people, PERIOD. Especially for lovers of Big Black Cock. So, if you are looking for it here in ATL, I can point you into the right direction. No matter how crazy or raunchy, let me know and I'll try my best to point you in the right direction. Now I'm a verse, meaning I truly flip flop, some days I top, some days I top and bottom. I'll give you honest answers to your questions. Might even meet up with you and organize a gangbang or 2. But I'm telling you, I've seen it ALL in this city. ANd had some hot times. Been to EVERY porn theatre and most ABSs, fucked white girls for free of backpage raw in hotels in Cobb County suburbs to rooftops with tranny prostitues hitting me BB in the ass while I sniff poppers in Midtown. I've been to Trapeze to Flex. Fucked OUTSIDE on the ramp at the CHesire Motor Inn. Did Gangbangs in Insurrection. Pimped out white boys from out of town on Chesire Bridge. You have a question, ask.

It sounded like a great 30th birthday present from my partner Bill—a professional massage followed by some hot love making. I was down with that! Bill and I ate an early supper out at our favorite neighborhood dive and I had time for a relaxing shower before the masseuse arrived at 8. I took the liberty of getting clean and ready for some deep dicking by Bill after I was all relaxed from my massage. Jon advertized in the local GLBT rag with at least a few dozen competitors. Bill chose him because he listed his qualifications and training and didn’t feature a scantily dressed photo. I laughed at this and said what if I wanted a DEEP massage and Bill promised he would take care of that afterwards. I’ll admit it—I was horny! Jon showed up on time and set up his table in the back study of our house. Bill said he was going to watch some TV upstairs and he kissed me and told me to enjoy my birthday present. Jon said he could massage me naked or with underwear on—what ever my comfort level was. I hadn’t had a professional massage and told him I wanted the works. He smirked and winked while he said, “but, of course!” As my upper thighs were sore from working out at the gym, I asked if I could start on my back. Certainly he said as he turned on a CD with soft music on his little boom box and adjusted the lights low so I could be totally relaxed. Jon was good! He covered my naughty bits with a towel when he was working elsewhere and he quickly had me relaxed and very pliable. I guess massage can be hard work because I noticed he slipped out of his sweat pants to gym shorts and took off his short sleeve shirt to reveal a wife beater and an amazing chest—heck, the whole package was mighty nice! I tried to not pay attention to him as I turned over to my stomach. He worked my back over very well and I got so relaxed my right arm slide off the table. He changed position and stood on my right side—my arm was lightly in contact with his sizzling body. My head was within the opening in the table so it could remain lined up and not turned one way or the other. All I could see was the floor but my awareness seemed to spike. There was something in that simple connection between his body and my arm and his strong hands kneading me that made me feel very alive. He started working the small of my back and pressed against my arm a little closer. I was aware that my dick was reacting to this and a sigh slipped out. He reached down to grab my hand and place it back on the table. I missed the contact immediately, but his hands started working my ass and that caught my attention. I love my ass massaged by Bill, but Jon was like a bread maker working stiff dough. Whether it was right or not, I spread the legs to give him easier access. I was so in tune with this feeling of bliss. I could hear Jon’s steady breathing over the soft music. My own breathing was deep and I was in heaven. A soft moan slipped out of my mouth as he made me more pliant than I had ever been. He worked one leg and then the other—my ass still exposed and legs spread. When he worked the point where my legs connected with my ass, I could feel precum dripping out of me and I sighed and spread my legs a bit more. Jon’s slick oiled hands worked me like no one had before. It wasn’t exactly sexual, but I was harder than a rock and was started to pant a bit. He poured a bit more oil in his hands and was now working between my cheeks. When his fingers finally strayed against my hole I gasped out loud. Was this a massage or a seduction? I was monogamous with Bill, but I was so fucking turned on and relaxed that I couldn’t make a move to stop whatever Jon wanted. It was pretty obvious that I was enjoying this special attention. My ass clenched and relaxed in time with Jon’s ministrations. Jon said he was getting rather warm and I could hear him pulling off his shirt and perhaps slipping his shorts off. I wasn’t sure. All I knew is that I was so turned on! Jon’s next move surprised me. I felt his 5 o’clock scruff against my right ass cheek. He was just rubbing up and down my cheeks and I instinctively flexed my free hand against him. He was naked! He grabbed my hand and led it to what felt like a log between his legs. I groaned as I squeezed it and he now started licking my crack. I thrust against him and started milking his mighty tool as he started eating my hole. I was now moaning and was disappointed when he broke the connection. That disappointment quickly faded as I felt him climb on the table and he grabbed my ass cheeks hard and started tongue fucking and finger fucking me. My ass was as spread as it could be and I was scooting up a bit with my ass to give him better access. He moved up further and I could feel his dick against my ass. I was a bit nervous now. I hadn’t cheated on Bill before and taking an unknown man’s dick bare was not safe! As he slid his drooling shaft up and down my crack, he reached under and pinched my nipples. I moaned anew and he started nibbling and talking in my ear. He told me that he wanted to give me the ultimate birthday present. I didn’t say a word, just felt him pressing against my slightly open hole. He kept talking and said that Bill thought a deep massage would spice up his and my sex life. I finally told him I didn’t want to get caught and this wasn’t very safe. He laughed and said he wouldn’t fall off the table and hurt himself. He then said he only topped and I had nothing to worry about. He asked if I was poz and I said no pretty sharply. He said “perfect” and started pulling me up into the doggy position. I was shaking my head no even as he was lining up to penetrate me. I moaned no as he started pressing in earnest. It felt SO good to feel that thick head pop through my first ring. He stopped and continued to tweak my nipples and talk dirty to me. He told me he knew I wanted this and he was going to take me and give me what I really needed for my birthday. I groan and pushed back against him—together we worked to achieve total penetration. I liked hearing Jon’s gruff voice as he quietly spoke and got my even more turned on by his dirty talk. He asked me who was bigger—him or Bill. “You are.” I admitted. Who did I want fucking me? “You, Jon” “When we are done, I want you to shower and then fuck Bill with your hot hole—make sure he eats your ass first. I am going to make your hole really slick for Bill to enjoy—that will spice up your sex life and make me really happy that you shared this fuck with your partner.” Jon instructed. “Your ass is going to be so open and slippery from my fuck and my seed deep in you, boy! You want that, don’t you? You want to be a hole for me to breed? A receptacle for sperm? I moaned and admitted that I did. The pounding started going in overdrive! He was quietly cursing and tell me that he was going to own my ass and mark it as his own. I hadn’t read anything about pozzing talk at this point in my life so it was just a super turn on to hear that he wanted me so bad. I didn’t know what I was asking for when he started telling me what he wanted to hear from me. I was so hard as he pounded me that I begged for his seed, for him to breed my ass and make it his. “This is so hot, boy! Your partner paid to have you massaged but you are getting bred as well! 2 for 1, boy! All, right, fag boy, here comes your birthday gift—I am breeding you…now!!!” Jon rammed in as deep as he could and I could feel him jerking and spurting within me. The feeling made me shoot then and there. “Nothing finer than a boy shooting his load when he is finally bred right!” Jon sighed. He stayed in me sliding in and out as he worked his load into my receptive hole. Jon told me to keep his load in my ass so it would feel amazing for Bill later. I complied. Bill and I had great sex that night. He ate my ass and told me how relaxed and silky it was after my massage. I was hard from thinking about what he was doing and whose load he was tasting. Jon was right, Bill liked fucking my hole after Jon had bred it. A few months later I got sicker than a dog. A sense of dread filled me and later I tested poz. I couldn't find Jon's ad anymore and I had no way to contact him. I knew exactly what Jon had meant by his words! I had been bred for my birthday!

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.

He stood out from the crowd. I first saw him in a crowd – well, an audience of business people waiting to hear me speak. 6’ 4” good body and a buzz cut thatch of black hair. Handsome? No! But one of those erm………… ‘nondescript’ faces until you look closely and see properly. Then you realise he’s gorgeous!. “Call me P he said. It’s easier than trying my proper name. What’s this about? It’s about sex and drugs and ……well, a relationship that was prospering until he dropped dead at work one day. It’s mainly about the first time we slammed and got downNdirty. I’m no stranger to any of the sex that gets described, but I hadn’t ever slammed or used ghb and I was fully agreeable to all this beforehand. There was a big element of trust involved too. I was going for a big chem fest so I must have trusted him a fair bit. I wasn’t wrong as it turned out. This is what I remember now about those three days; 4 years later. We’d played a couple of time before but only for a few hours. We were going to slam this time. All sorts of stuff happened, some of which I’ll tell about. There’s bits about me feeling all warm and relaxed to add atmosphere J All this happened roughly in the order I’ve written it and a few of the quotes are verbatim. The rest are …. Representative. The drugs…. Indicative. If we play, I just might show you some of the video we made. Six o’clock, on the dot. I knocked. He’d made a great point of ‘on the dot’. I’d been walking around for 30 minutes and the nervous tension was near fever pitch. Horny ain’t the word. I was charged! He was behind the door as it opened. “Stand still and don’t turn round,” he said, from behind me. The door closed and I heard him lock it. He said, “Strip.” Naked, I felt the touch of cold rubber and was guided forward towards a dim red glow. A shower room with a sling. He handed me a small metal tube and pointing to a small table said, “Do a couple of lines then get into the sling.” In the sling, in the dim light I could see him - a figure enclosed in a black rubber suit, long rubber gloves, waders and wearing a pig mask. He fastened my wrists and ankles to the sling and began cleaning me out with a shower douche. I felt the k kick in. He saw and stuck a poppers inhaler over my nose. “Hey, cunt! Do you want to earn your Pig mask? Do you want to earn your Pig mask cunt? Do you want to earn your Pig mask cunt?” His voice was insistent. I remember groaning Yes just as I slid a good way down a k hole. As I came back I could feel that there was a sound in my cock and something tied round my balls. “Do you want to earn your Pig mask cunt? Do you want to earn your Pig mask cunt? Do you want to earn your Pig mask cunt?” I felt good. Relaxed. Warm. “Ye-e-e-es.” I sighed. Suddenly I felt my cock go rigid as a jolt of something hit it followed immediately by an intense tingling sensation. Then the same thing in my balls. The poppers mask for several deep breaths then he turned up the e-stim machine. Just when I thought I’d start to scream he reduced the power to a much lower level and hit me with the poppers again. “Do you want to earn your Pig mask cunt?” “Yes” was all I could say. He walked to the far wall. In the dim red glow I could see nothing more than inches away. I heard him return and cold rubber was pulled over my face as he pulled a mask on, zipping it up at the back and inserting a tube in my mouth. I could feel something above my head but fastened to the mask and as a stream of hot piss entered my mouth I worked out what it was – a piss funnel. “Like that?” he said after I’d swallowed what felt like gallons of hot, slightly tart, piss. “There’s more to come. Get out of the sling” and he pulled me forward. I stood waiting until he led me forward then left into another room. There was a padded sling which I lay back in.. He took the eye covers off and I looked up to see him enclosed in a full rubber suit with a pig mask. “Im gonna stick you now, ok” He put the eye covers back on. “OK” I said. I felt a sting as the needle went in then coughed a bit. The effect was immediate. I felt a poppers inhaler at my nostrils and took a deep breath feeling his cock slip up my arse. “Can you feel my piss in your hole?” All I could do was moan softly as he pumped his piss into my arse with his cock. As he started to slam his cock in and out of my hole I could fell piss spraying out and over us. Then he put a catheter in and hung the bag from the sling and pushed an enema tube up my arse. He filled the bottle from a large jug. “This is my piss” he said. I’ve been saving it since yesterday. I had to keep it in until he said I could let go. He took some of it in his mouth then passed it to me. We played with some dildos for a while then he blew some k up my arse and fastened my feet into straps attached to a pulley. I could hear a clicking noise as my legs were slowly lifted into the air until I was hanging vertically. Suddenly, he was all action. Parachute harness on my balls with a pulley and weight pulling them up; poppers mask, weighted clamps on my tits…. It became quite intense after a while as he concentrated on opening up my arse. Drink this! I swallowed odd tasting cold water. I felt a speculum going up my arse and felt the thing start to open. As the k started to work he hit me with a blast of poppers and my head went….. black and white is one description – all the action was in black and white. That was the ghb. I remember the next hour or so with a detached feeling; as if it was something I’d watched rather than been part of……. Some dildos and then a blow up one which made me cry a bit. A speculum again; then him standing over me (how did he get up there?) taking a piss in my arse. Getting clamps on my nipples and some weights over a pulley stretching my balls brought a warm glow. Being a bit overwhelmed by a feeling of being relaxed and safe…. Why safe? Having my arse caned was unexpected. I think I surprised him when I answered 12 to being asked, “How many strokes do you want?” Fuck! I felt good afterwards! There’re gaps in what I remember, and now we come to one. I’ve seen the video since and I don’t remember any of the next hour and a bit. But I was having a good time. I remember the eStim unit though. I remember the dildo, the sound, the strap round my balls. I remember him playing with them one at a time. I remember 2 at once. I definitely remember them all at once and the slow, slow, increases in intensity. I remember the inhaler at both nostrils and sucking in poppers like there was no tomorrow……… I very definitely remember him turning the intensity up………..I will never forget coming – I screamed quite loudly. I will always remember the feel of a jet of his spunk hitting my face and the rest being shot into my mouth. I will never forget the pain in my legs after I was winched down. We were well into some chill time and I was feeling pretty much back in the world, but buzzin’ otherwise. We got to chatting about my arse which for years had been a bigger or smaller problem. Now it’s mostly ok, but needs drugs and patience to open up. I know it’s all in my head – I’ve proved it. Up the cruising area for a quickie is no problem. A bit of lube and any cock will go in reasonably easily. Get me in the sling tho’ and yes, cocks are not a problem, but anything else, like I said, it takes drugs and patience. Also getting me worked up into a sexual frenzy the likes of which I haven’t seen since I was in my mid 30s helps (helped) as well! “I seem to be doing ok then in that area” he said. “Mmmm!” said it all really. He was up and over at the table in seconds and soon back with a couple of lines for me. I still haven’t found out what they were, but it didn’t half perk me up. “We’re going to the Heath” he said. “Get you filled with spunk and piss down by the ponds.” “Put these on” and he handed me combats, a t-shirt, my boots and socks and an old denim jacket. While I did that he put things in a backpack and a bottle of poppers in my pocket. “You’ll want these” he said and laughed. I couldn’t wait to get to the car! Thank fuck we hadn’t too far to go as Ps driving was not too organised. Well, it seemed that way to me but I was in no fucking state to judge I guess. Down by the ponds he fastened a collar round my neck and clipped on a lead. The next guy we saw he said, “You wanna use this piss pig m8?” “Can I piss up its ass?” Sure! P handed me a poppers mask. I put it on and inhaled deeply then bent over.. The guy stuck his cock in my slippery hole and fucked me for a while, then I felt hot piss running down my leg and he started to fuck me hard, quickly shooting his load inside me. Now we had an audience and some guy was catching the dribbles of my piss out of the catheter. Someone else was made the same offer; and another; and another. 4 I think. By this time I was so drug fucked and horny I was getting a bit frenzied and he said, “Let’s earn that Pig Mask.” He dragged me off up a path and into some bushes, took my arm and stuck me again. “Just a top up Pig” he said, putting the empty syringe back in his pocket. It took a good 10 minutes for my head to clear and to be able to walk but I was havin’ fun! We walked back towards the ponds but headed off into a small gap, along a track that ended at a small open area in some bushes. There were other guys there… nine or ten I guess, all up to some kind of sex in 2 groups. I don’t remember much about the next hour or so, but he told me after that about 6 had pissed up my arse and that I’d drunk piss from quite a few others. Then came the moment I needed to not be (only just) standing outdoors! “Want to go?” he said. Next thing I knew I was in the car and heading back. How did I feel? …….weird! I was very paranoid about being outdoors – anywhere outdoors, but not panicked if you know what I mean. I slept for a while and woke up feeling fine! “You’ve still got to earn the mask.” Words I later came to appreciate. In the sling, in a one piece rubber suit and rubber piss hood with a speculum slowly being opened he blew some more K up my arse. “I’m going out to get a couple more guys”, he said. You can have this while I’m out! It’s a pint of yesterday’s piss.” I felt the tube go in and then the piss as it started to fill my arse. I heard him leave and wondered he’d put in my hand. I was holding a rubber bulb which I squeezed and got a blast of poppers. After I stopped buzzing i lay there feeling warm, comfortable and very horny and blasting the poppers every now and then. I began to wonder who he’d bring back and immediately started having hallucinations. A blast of poppers was a bit of overkill really cos I was off down a K hole. The hallucinations were quite intense and when I came out of it I felt drained. As I was lying there recovering I became aware of warm piss trickling out of my ass and down my back. I started to get very horny and was blasting poppers when nearly crapped myself as I felt hands on me. “Quiet!” “It’s me. You want to use this?” I heard 2 voices say yes. Somebody pissed in the funnel. Somebody took the enema tube out and started sucking piss out of my ass hole. I could feel the scratch of his stubble when he worked his tongue into my hole. Same guy, I think, stuck his cock up me and started to fuck me but stopped suddenly and released a stream of his piss into my hole. I could feel it filling me up, then his mouth round my hole as he sucked it out. I know he passed it to somebody else before they passed it to me to swallow. I could feel somebody doing something to my arse but not what – I was still buzzin a fair bit at this point when I was told to drink again – more ghb. Somebody (P, I guess) had also put more K up my arse and then hit me with the poppers and I was off again. Different though – not as detached. They played with me for a long time. Again, some of it I don’t remember, but most I do. Like lying on the floor with a double dildo up me and one of the other guys while P and the 2nd one were taking a break. I remember being flogged by the shorter one while P played with the eStim dildo up my arse. I remember the third hit of tina and everything that happened after. We played for another day, on and off. We found a guy on Gaydar who came round and had some piss fun with us. I piss fucked him then bred him with a load that seemed like pints to me. You should see the face I pulled! We found another guy on the ‘dar. I was well up for him – covered in all that hair! The tone of play changed with him too and that was nice. More relaxed and intimate to be honest. And it got me my Pig mask.

Before the main story, some info about me is in order. I recently turned 26 years old and have long decided that I am happy being with men more than women. Up to this point I have always played safe, but lately I have begun to have thoughts of ditching the condoms and having sex as nature intended. I was scrolling through ads on craigslist after work on a Friday and came across an ad that would change my life. The title was simple – “Seeking bottom for a wild weekend party.” I was extremely intrigued and decided I didn’t have anything to lose, except maybe my bareback virginity, and answered the ad. I sent my stats and pictures to the poster and awaited an answer. I didn’t have to wait long, as within 10 minutes I was given an address, directions and instructions. I was to wear a jockstrap and clothing I could take off easily. I needed to clean out and drive to the location which is in the middle of the woods east of town. I got ready, got in my car and made the 30-minute drive. The instructions said I would need to plan to be gone all weekend and be ready to have a good time and be ready to serve. I was nervous and excited the whole drive over. Once I arrived, I was met at the door by a younger guy (about 35 or so) who was wearing nothing but a blue armband with the number 18 on it. He directed me to strip to my jock and follow him to the “dungeon”. We walked into a room and I counted no less than 60 men standing around naked. Each with a similar armband of either blue, yellow or red with varying numbers. I saw a sling and a large screen with a random generator. I was led to the sling and locked in place by my wrists and ankles. I was lubed and told the computer would randomly choose a person by color and number. On each round I could opt to pass once and get a different draw but would be required to take the second person if I did. I was told there would be NO CONDOMS and absolutely NO PULLING OUT. Once a cock entered my hole, I would not see it out again until I had received the load of the man attached. I shivered with the realization that I was about to lose my bareback virginity, but agreed to the rules. The program began to spin through colors and numbers and I waited with anticipation watching to see who would be the first potential man to take my raw cherry. The program slowed and on the screen read: Blue 5. A man of about 45 with large muscles, sandy hair and green eyes stepped forward. He had an average cock – 7 inches long and narrow with a medium mushroom head. I was asked if I would like to pass, but decided to take this man. He walked to my ass and sank his cock into me in one swift stroke. This brought a moan from him and caused me to grit my teeth and cry out at the sudden invasion. He began to pound away at my ass and continued varying his stroke depth and speed for a long time until I could tell he was getting close. His breath changed and he gripped my thighs. He growled and shouted – “Take my hot poz load bitch!” I paled at what I had just heard and tried to swing myself off his cock to no avail. He pumped what felt like a gallon of acrid jizz up my hole. I freaked out for a moment realizing what had just happened. Then as he pulled out of my ass, I realized I had signed up to lose my bareback virginity and began to accept the fact that I knew there may be poz loads involved. Too late now anyway, guess only time would tell what happened from that load. The host asked if I was ready for another spin of the 'wheel'. I nodded, realizing this would be one VERY long weekend. To be continued…?

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!

Tricked and Set-up (Part I) My name is Danny. I'm 18, 5'8", 125 pounds, thin and lean with a runner's build. My girlfriend and I were big partiers. We would spend every weekend smoking meth, fucking each other (and whoever else was around). One particular weekend we were partying with this guy, Rod, who really loved to tag team my girl’s pussy with me. He was 22, 6'2", 180 pounds, a hot fucker, lean body with a big dick (about 10” long). We just loved breeding her cunt. After that weekend we became good friends and began to hang out. One weekend my girl said she had to go out of town for a few weeks to visit her parents who lived on the other side of the country. That left Rod and me alone to party and troll for pussy, oh, and we got along well 'cause Rod had a great supply to good shit to smoke. This weekend we decided to hang at his place and smoke a little as he called girls he knew to see if we could get some pussy to breed. As he called he offered me some G. I had never done G and thought, ‘What the fuck’ and drank it down. After a good hour of smoking and him calling we were no were closer to getting laid. We kept smoking and chatted as we got to know each other better. In our conversation he asked me if I ever had a booty bump. I told him that I hadn’t and was curious as to what it was and the effect it would have on me. When he told me it involved sticking a nice size shard of meth up my ass I was not enthusiastic at that prospect, but he said it was a better high then smoking. This had me very curious. Rod told me to drop my pants and he’d give me my very first booty bump. Although I thought it a little weird to have a guy play with my ass, I guess the meth and G gave me the courage 'cause I found myself dropping my pants and boxers, and, on Rod's direction, leaning over the arm of the couch. When I had assumed the position, he lubed up a finger and started rubbing my hole. At first it felt a little strange when I felt his finger slowly push into my hole. He then pulled out and told me he was going to stick the meth. This time he stuck two fingers in my hole along with some meth. He told me I should feel the burn as the meth melts which I did. It felt a little strange as he worked his fingers in deeper until he hit something deep inside me that it sent a shock through my cock and I began to get hard, very hard. A small, involuntary grunt escaped my lips as this happened. Then I felt him slid in a third finger as he worked my hole good. Another grunt escaped my mouth as I felt him begin to work three fingers in and out of my hole for a few minutes. Then as quickly as he had them in me they were gone. He asked me, “How are you doing there bro?” As I began to feel the meth work on me and my hard cock throbbed between my legs I told him, “I’m doing fucking fantastic.” He asked me, “Want a little more meth bro?” “Yes, fuck yes!” Rod placed a hand on my upper back, pinning me to the couch as I felt something hard and large begin to press into my ass. I looked over my shoulder to see Rod guiding his cock to my hole. I attempted to move, but couldn’t and with the meth working in my hole I don’t know if I wanted him too stop. As his cock slid into my hole I felt no pain. I felt a burn from the meth he had place on the tip of his dick as he slowly slid his 10” cock into my ass. I felt his balls snug up against mine and as he bottomed out deep inside me, he leaned down and whispered into my ear, “Now you’re gona know what it’s like to be a bred like a bitch.” Those words cut through me as he began to fuck my virgin ass. In my mind I was screaming 'No, please stop', but my body kept asking for more. Every time he slammed into me I would let out a moan of pleasure. Rod clearly knew exactly what he was doing to me. As Rod used my hole he told me, “I knew the second I saw your tight ass I would be pumping you full of my cum. How does it feel to know that the same cock that bred your girl's pussy is gonna breed your ass?” All I could think was that the situation he described was weird beyond words, but at the same time my cock was so hard with that thought I thought it was going to break off, so I wasn't about to object. Rod leaned down and began to kiss my neck and lick my ear. I made the mistake (or did I do it on purpose) of turning my head to meet his as he kissed me while he had his cock balls deep inside me and we grinding it in hard. He kept on pumping into me as I could feel the sweat begin to drip off his body. He began to pant a little and his thrust began to pick up speed and intensity. He shoved in hard and deep and began to groan. “TAKE MY CHARGED CUM BITCH!!” All of a sudden my cock exploded and I shot cum all over the couch and my stomach.

My junior year of college I decided that I had had enough of dorm life and struck out on my own to find an apartment. My parents said that they would pay for it as long as it didn’t cost more then the dorms. Now the dorms at my university weren’t cheap but they weren’t really as expensive as the cost of an apartment, so my choices were limited. After scouring the newspaper and craigslist I found three that were within my extremely small budget and were close enough to school to not make the commute impossible, so, a couple of weeks before school started, I went on a quest to find an apartment. I suppose that I should tell you a little something about myself before we go on too far. I had just turned twenty-one, and has spent a good amount of time the year before working off the last vestiges of my slightly pudgy teen age self and now sported a thin lean build that I was rather proud of. Also in the past year, weather it was due to some hormone increase from working out or my genetics finally decided that it was that time in my development, I had grown a fairly reasonable pelt of hair across my tight pecks and my now firm round bubble butt had a healthy growth of hair across both cheeks and down my crack. What I was most proud of all though was that my cock had thickened and lengthened slightly making it now an exact seven inches long and just about six and a half around. The boys I met at parties and bent over back in their rooms or in the bathroom of the party certainly enjoyed my quickly evolving meat. August in the Midwest is unreasonably hot, so when I went began my quest, upon entering the first place I quickly shucked my button down shirt and walked wearing a wife-beater and tight jean shorts, even as I could feel the sweat still running down my back. An old woman showed me around a dingy little flat in the basement of a small three-story apartment building. It was certainly not what was advertised in the paper but I knew people always exaggerated in those things. I thanked her for her time and said that I would be in touch, praying that the other two apartments were better. The second place I was looking was about a ten minute walk away, but by the time I had gotten there my shirt was soaked through with sweat and I was sure that I stunk to high heaven. Feeling rather dejected after my first viewing I knocked on the door to apartment 1A, which through my correspondence with the poster on Craigslist I had learned was the apartment of the super. The door opened and there stood the single most attractive man I had ever seen in my life. Normally I was only attracted to guys my own age but this man destroyed all of that. He stood at about six foot three inches, which put him about six inches taller than was I. He had a broad powerful chest, thick muscle knotted arms, and a handsome bearded face that made my knees weak. He wore no shirt and his carpenter pants were slung so low on his hips that I could see the tops of his thick bush of pubes over the waistband. I stared at his strong hair covered chest admiring the dark fur that covered his whole torso for a long moment, before managing to blurt out that I was here to see the apartment. The man chuckled and said in a deep voice that resonated in my chest “I’m Chuck, the guy you emailed. Nice to meet you, guy. Sorry, what was your name again?” “Duncan,” I replied, possibly a little too quickly. “Well do you wanna see the place or just stand here in the hallway,” he said turning away from me for a moment. He grabbed a shirt from just beyond where I could see into his apartment and a set of keys off a hook before stepping forward into the hallway. I stepped back quickly allowing him to pull his own door closed before leading the way down the hallway to the stairs tugging the flannel shirt of as he walked. As we walked towards the stairs Chuck made idle conversation with me about school, asking I was studying - just filling the silence, as he lead the way up three flights of stairs and then all the way down the top floor to the last door on the right. He unlocked the door and gestured for me to go inside. It was a much nicer apartment then the last one I saw. The living room was small but had a large window that allowed sunlight to stream into the tiny space. The little kitchen was outdated but usable and the although the bedroom would fit little more then a bed and a dresser, I liked the place. Chuck showed me around and though I tried to listen I kept finding my gaze wandering to the patch of his chest that was still visible as he never buttoned the shirt he put on, or down to where his pubes were coming out over his pants wondering what the pale jeans were hiding. “So you like it kid?” “Yeah, I think it’s great.” “Good,” Chuck stopped his tour of the little apartment and turned to look at me for a long moment before smiling and saying, “But I think there’s more on your mind the just the apartment right now isn’t there?” “What?” “You can’t keep your eyes off my cock boy, I’ve seen you looking.” “Shit, I’m sorry.” I stammered embarrassed beyond belief at being caught, “I’ll go, sorry for the trouble.” “Go? What the fuck kid, no get back here.” “Okay.” “You gay, kid?” “Yeah. Is that a problem?” “Not at all, make this step a little easier.” “What?” “My last slut just graduated and I’m in need of a new one.” He grabbed at his dick through his jeans and I could see the outline now of a fat powerful cock. “So,” he said dropping his shirt on the floor, “If you’re a good boy then I’ll cut you a deal on your rent, and if you’re a really good boy then there is no rent.” He had started walking closer to me, closing the small gap between us in the tiny bedroom. I could smell him now the intoxicating scent of man wafting over me as I found myself close enough to touch his amazing chest. “You interested in that deal?” “Yes,” I breathed. Somehow feeling that if I spoke too loudly I would wake myself from the incredibly hot dream I was convinced I was having. “Kiss my chest.” I hesitated for a moment and then leaned forward and kissed one of his pink fur rimmed nipples. “Good boy. Now get on your knees.” Normally I was the one who told boys to get on their knees, but with this man all of my wishes, dreams, aspirations, wants, desires or need to be a top flew out of my head. All that I wanted was to serve this massive hulk of a man. I sank to my knees without hesitation. Chuck placed one hand on my head ruffling my hair while with the other he undid his pants allowing them to fall to the ground, his cock springing up almost hitting me in the face. Just as befit a man of his perfection he had a thick heavily veined cock that had to be at least eight maybe eight and a half inches long. The hand that rested upon my head guided me forward till his cock head pressed against my mouth and I opened wide taking as much of him inside me as I could. He grunted out his appreciation as I began to work at swallowing him substantial meat, greedily working his mushroom head past my tonsils. After bobbing back and forth and gagging several times I felt his balls come to rest on my chin for a moment before the lack of air cause my body to pull back involuntarily. I felt a powerful rush of accomplishment, I loved feeling his dark dense pubes around my nose and sensing the weight of his low hanging balls against my chin. I dove forward again swallowing his meat once more and eliciting from Chuck a sudden gasp of pleasure as his cock slid down my throat. Despite being almost a total top I had always loved sucking cock, and had gotten a good deal of practice in high school when I was fucking the captain of the football team who it turned out was a big dicked bottom who loved nothing more then to have a load blown up his hole then get his cock sucked till he came. He had been getting bred the quarter back sense our freshmen year but when he got a peak at my even then fat cock at the start of our senior year I spent the rest of the year honing my pounding skills and cocking on his knob. My hands found their way to Chuck strong ass, and I was unsurprised when I felt still more thick dense hair between my fingers as I pulled his hips closer to my face. I breather in his scent as I worshiped his dick, my own cock now hard as a rock forgotten in my shorts. “Jesus Christ kid,” Chuck gasped after a long while, “any more like that and I’m going to blow my load down your throat instead of where it belongs.” He pulled me off of his cock and tilted my head up so that I was looking at his face, losing myself in his deep blue eyes. “Strip.” I pulled my sweat soaked wife-beater off and tossed it and the button down I had tied around my waist off to the side and then after kicking off my shoes shimmied off my shorts and underpants so that I was now kneeling at the feet of this Adonis completely naked my tight swimmers body exposed for him to judge. He smiled. “Get on your hands and knees and face away from me,” were his next set of instructions. I obeyed hastily. Chuck got down on behind me and lent forward, his hand gripping my ass cheeks firmly and then I felt his rough beard on brushing against my spread ass crack just before his wet warm tongue found my hole. I moaned loudly and arched my back pushing my ass back at Chuck’s invading tongue. “What a hungry hole! When did you last get fucked, boy?” “Back in high school like three years ago,” I answered truthfully. I hadn’t gotten fucked since the quarterback of the football team took out his revenge on my ass for stealing his bottom bitch away. “You haven’t had sex in three years?” “No, it’s just that I’m normally a top.” “Well shit then, you’re tight hole is in need of a good plowing.” He dove back in, his tongue swirling around my hole occasionally pressing against my still resistant sphincter. Waves of pleasure crashed over me causing my body to slowly relax to melt into him, and I felt my hole slowly opening for him. Chuck sensed my hole relaxing as well and he redoubled his efforts to slip his tongue inside my almost virginal hole. After a rim job like this, I thought, I might never top again. I heard a rustling behind me and then Chuck stopped devouring my hole, though one of his hands still remained on my ass cheek spreading my crack wide. I heard several clicks and looked back to see and iPhone in chuck’s hand. “What are you doing,” I asked, not upset really just curious. For some reason I felt like this man, who I had just met, would never do anything bad to me. “Sending some pics of your sweet hole to a few guys I know close by who can help me really give your hole the plowing it needs today.” With that Chuck knocked me to the side so that I rolled over onto my back, spun me round, grabbed my ankles, and as he went back to devouring my now upturned hole stuffed his cock back down my throat.

Had one of the most incredible experiences of my life two days ago. A Polish fuck bud tied my wrists to his bed. Blindfolded me and stuffed his underwear in my mouth. He invited a bunch of guys over, but sure how many actually but I could make out at least five different voices. Didn't understand a word that was said around me all night but I got loaded for four incredible hours and didn't see a face. I've never felt more like a whore. Jacked off 12 times yesterday I was still so horny thinkin of it

No pullouts! Lol

More please! Great story!

By the way you describe your obsession with working out and with breeding dudes, it sounds like it bothers you that you are so pre-occupied with these two things. I am not a psychologist, psychiatrist or mental health doctor in any way, shape or form, but what you describe sounds like two things- hyper gymnasia (obsession with exercise) and sexual addiction. It sounds like if you are in fact dealing with hyper gymnasia, you developed that as a result of sexual addiction- you are obsessed with breeding more and more guys and the only way you believe you will be the most alpha breeder you can be is by working out crazy amounts. If it really does bother you so much, my suggestion is to seek help. A mental health doctor like a psychologist or psychiatrist may be able to get down to the bottom of what is compelling you to see your sole purpose in life as an alpha breeder. It may be tied to OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder). If that is the case, the doctor could even prescribe you medication to help you cope with the OCD. Again, I'm not a doctor and I'm not trying to give you a diagnosis. All I'm saying is this is what it sounds like based on what you describe. Only a doctor can truly help you.

very nice

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.

CHARLOTTESVILLE - Had the cutest dark skinned 20 year old guy come to my hotel tonight and he was really eager to take my daddy dick. He stripped down to his boxer briefs almost immediately when he came in the room and was soon sucking on my cock. He got me nice and hard and then I had his flip onto his tummy on the bed so I could work my way into his ass. I ate his ass and he commented that I was really good at it. Then he raised his ass up off the bed so that I could lick his "taint" his balls and his cock. He really liked that. His dick was massive, making mine look small. Eventually I would roll him on his back and with his legs in the air I would enter him. He felt really nice. I fucked him and videoed a bit of the action. Then we switched to doggie and we filmed a bit more. I would shoot a load in his ass after working up an incredible sweat. I also had to fight my way thru a damn popper headache but we managed to get it done. I don't think it was a giant load because my dick stayed rock hard and I still wanted to breed him again... so I slid back in and went to town. After a bit more fucking I would nut in his boy ass again. That's when it got fun because he thought we were done. Instead, I started sucking his cock (which was still hard and HUGE) and then demanded he get behind me and breed me. He seemed surprised but didn't hesitate. He would be cumming inside of me before long and it felt like a big load! His cock was top 10 in size of the cocks I've ever SEEN me take (remember, I'm a totally anonymous cumdump A LOT) so I don't actually see a lot of the dicks that breed me. I'm glad we traded loads, it's something I rarely do. But I was really into him! Happy Breeding, boys

I'm not young anymore, but would love to be whored out with no benefit to me except the fuck itself and whatever was inseminated in me.

My very first fuck was not only bareback put also poz. I was 24. Very sexually inexperienced. I'd only had sex with 2 people, ans I’d just moved to NYC with my girlfriend (yes, seriously). Onight leaving the office I was cruised on the street by this beautiful man. Black, sexy as hell, with the most magnetic gaze. I couldn’t fight the gay urges any longer, so I turned around and talked to him. We exchanged phone numbers. Eventually we had drinks one night and we ended up fucking - in the bed I shared with my girlfriend when she was away. Or, I should say – he fucked me. I’d fantasized about getting fucked for so long and couldn’t believe it was happening to me. I didn’t even stop to think about condoms. He fucked me and then came inside. I was on my back and I remember how expertly he lifted up my legs and dropped a dollop of spit that landed right on my hole. He had a very nice thick cock, and I remember it sliding in so easily, like I'd been waiting for it all these years. And I remember after he’d pulled out, he said, “You really shouldn’t do that.” This was in the late 80s. But I didn’t quite figure out what that meant exactly. We fucked about a dozen times after that (he was, and still is, one of the coolest people I’ve ever met), but he rubbered up for a lot of them (even though sometimes I'd manage to talk him out of it - I just loved get fucked intimately, which didn't mean condoms) We stayed in touch, and it was only a few years later that I figured out he was poz. But we never, ever talked about it. Fortunately for me, it didn’t take. I had a number of raw fucks over the years, but I was never very promiscuous. I’d always feel guilty, then get tested, feel relief when it was negative, and swear that I’d be better. Which wouldn't last long.

I was hanging out with a gay friend I had just met. We had gone out to the mall and watched movies without doing much, but one day as we were on our way to one of his friend's house, he put his hand on my leg as I was driving. I was horny, he was horny, so I pulled over in an alley. We got into the back seat, and started kissing and next thing I know, his hard cock is in my ass and I am loving every minute of it. I felt his cum gushing in me and I came instantly. After that, I have never looked back. It's raw all the way.

I was on one of my fave hook up sites and noticed therevwas a house party private and discreet invites only, however, id chatted with this bloke Paul before and he seemedblegit, i told him i was an eager bottom who liked multiple loads and cock, but i liked BB sex. Went quiet for a while. Came back said perfect and he invited me to his party, When i got there he said he was always the firstbto fuck the new boy, he must have been about 65ish with s thick uncut cock and he fucked me good really pounding me, other guys had turned up during and i was sucking them whilst they were wanking around me, i am not kidding by yhe end of the evening everyone at that party had fucked me and i was the youngest there, most in their 60s early 70s, i had a great time, senior citisens rock. I had about 20 older cocks in me, Paul even had viagra and poppers definately again.

I recall getting bred in a sling in a London sauna. It was my first raw, and both terrifying and thrilling. I went back a couple of months later as a brother and hopefully repaid the compliment and created a new bro

I made my way back upstairs, wet between my buttocks, as the cum dripped out of me. On the top floor there is a water sports room with a bed, a fuck bench in the middle of the room and a big, walk-in wet area for piss fun. Entering the room, I found the usual trolls and piss addicts lurking in the shadows so I made my way to the wet area and sat down on the cold, damp tiles and waited. Before long, several of the ghouls moved in on me, eager to degrade me as I sat patiently looking up at them. Two men stepped in and stood over me, each holding his cock towards my face. There was a pause, a moment of quiet anticipation, and then streams of piss arced out and over my body, gushing down my belly and over my cock, which stiffened in response to the warmth of the piss. I couldn't resist, and leaned forward to gulp some down as it splashed over my face. Finally, they finished and left me drenched in urine and hard as a rock. I stood and stepped into the room. Several guys were wanking and looking at a chubby old man who lay face down over the fuck bench. He was holding his fat cheeks apart and I could see his brown hole was glistening with lube. I stepped up behind him and probed his hole with my cock. He gasped and pulled himself open, inviting my piss-drenched cock to fuck him. Sliding into his slack, old hole I set a steady thrust pattern, enjoying his slack bottom against my belly. The trolls moved in, eagerly feeling under my arse for my cock going into the old man. Someone pulled my head round and kissed me with a probing tongue as other hands guided my bottom back and forth encouraging me to breed the old slut. I couldn't last long, and started to shake as the cum rising in my balls. The man kissing me sensed my urgency and clamped his mouth on mine as I shuddered and shot a heavy load into the eager bottom, thrusting and thrusting until my balls were empty. The man who had been kissing me stopped, and assisted me in standing, smiling as he watched my slime-covered cock pop out of the now dripping arsehole of the bottom. I was absolutely exhausted, and found myself both grateful and helpless as the man led me to a mattress, pushed me face down, and mounted me. Bodies flanked us, urging him on as he fucked my hole, the mattress damp wet with the smell of piss, sweat and cum. I shuddered in ecstasy.....

I'm an urban / suburban guy now but I grew up either living on a farm, or working on one, until I was 17. My dads only job his entire working life was as a hired hand on the family farm and allowed me to have a bit of connection to that life even after I became urban. You know how people say have what they refer to as comfort foods?..... Well I have what I call comfort odors, one of which is 'barn smell'. That feed-room + hay-loft + farm-animal-shit combo than can exist when the shit is reasonablely managed and not overwhelming. Like the one that exists in the livestock barns at a state fair. The primary reason I attend the state fair here in AZ is to stroll thru them, take in the aroma, and enjoy that 'comfort' feel it induces while I look at all the animals and let fond memories flow thru my head for a few hours. Then I switch to eating all the bad food the fair has to offer.

Throughout college, Clay began experimenting with one night stands. He was still pretty nervous about exploring his sexual side lest anyone find out about his constant fantasies of sucking hot older Men off and making them bust their nut. He especially fantasized about servicing two guys at once, and letting them get a little rough with him just so they could get off and leave without so much as a good bye. Even though he was a dedicated student, and didn't even drink until the end of his freshman year, his obsession with giving head was always on his mind. He learned that there were spots around campus that men were known to cruise. He secretly chose to study in a certain part of the universities library, hoping he might get the opportunity to blow some hot upper Classmen. His interests in porn had grown as well. He liked both straight and gay porn as long as the scene paid attention to the hot guys face as he came. Rough porn especially turned him on as he imagined getting dominated by a hot masculine Top or even better, a straight guy who decided to let him take his cock down his throat. Eager as he was, his sex life was still pretty tame and the fantasies always seemed a little too scary to act out in person. If only he could find a way to let the sex freak inside of him out. Cut to a couple years later when Clay had moved to New York city. They were Men everywhere, and sexual energy was felt everywhere he went. Going out to gay bars he often met some hot guy in his late 30s or 40s to hook up with. He liked Men in New York, because they were not shy about telling him what they wanted him to do. And as soon as they shot their load he got to pack up and head home or back to the bar for more. One day Clay met up with a hot guy he had met online who liked to fuck around while wearing suits. He sent Clay a few pictures which showed him fully suited with a big hard dick pulled through the fly of his pants. His face was Masculine with a tough expression. He reminded clay of a bunch of those Wall Street exec types he always fantasized about it Grand Central Station. The guy was 43 and smoking hot, and after Clay sent him some pics of his lean 22 yr old body, the Man invited him over. "Where a suit" he said. Clay got dressed in his only suit, charcoal grey with a light blue tie and cabbed it to a high-rise on the upper Eastside. Nervous yet eager to please, Clay got permission from the doorman to head upstairs in the elevator. He stood outside this suited Mans door and took a deep breath before knocking. The door opened, and there stood the hottest man in a suit Clay had ever seen. Chiseled features, well groomed short brown hair, a suit tailored to his muscular body, cold blue eyes, and a deep voice that said "get in and get down on your knees". Clearly in control of the situation, the Man then said " I have to go to a dinner party in 15 minutes, so you better fucking get me off". With that, the Man told Clay to lick his wing tipped shoes. Clay had never done this before, but he liked being told what to do so he followed orders like a good boy. When the man ordered him to sit back up, there was a very thick 8.5" cock in his face. "Open your mouth kid" the Man said. Clay opened his mouth and leaned forward to place the swollen head in his mouth, when he felt the Man's hands grab him by the back of his head, and thrust his big cock all the way down Clay's throat in one hard push. Clay saw stars, and instantly started to gag, but the Man held him there for a few seconds. When he pulled Clay of his cock to let him get some air, he said " you better get me off fucker". And again thrust his cock all the way down this gagging boys throat holding it there again saying "take the whole dick down your throat you fucking faggot". He then began to pump his cock back-and-forth down Clay's throat. He didn't seem to care that Clay was gagging, and had streams of spit pouring out the corners of his mouth and tears running down his cheeks. He just fucked his throat with power and aggression, and his face tilted upward in lust. Clay just stayed there frozen, allowing this Man to pump his throat full of fat cock. Yes it hurt, but Clay realized he had never been more turned on than he was in this moment. His dick was leaking pre-cum which was causing his pants to get a wet spot, and his throat loved the feeling of being filled by this suited Man's penis. Suddenly he realized how hungry he was, and at that very moment the Man began to speed up his pace. "I can feel my nuts getting ready to dump a load kid, where do you want it?" Clay with his mouth and throat packed was unable to reply. The Man answered for him and said "you're gonna take it then" and as Clay's eyes got a desperate hungry look in them, the Man pumped even harder until he said "oh fuck" and pushed his dick all the way into the back of Clay's throat where Clay felt each pulsing throb as this sexy fucking suited guy unloaded his nut down into his stomach. The Man held Clay's head which was now buried deep in his crotch and instructed clay to milk every last drop out with his throat. "Swallow kid, I don't want to fucking see any cum when I pull out." Again Clay did as he was told, and swallowed this older Man's nut and milked his softening dick with his throat. As the man pulled out, Clay tried to speak but found his voice was too hoarse. The Man said, Time for you to go, thanks for the blowjob. As Clay got off his knees wiped his face and realized what a mess his shirt and tie was, not to mention the front of his pants, he was stopped at the door. The man said "hey, A good cock sucker like you should check out craigslist, I think you'll be very popular." Before Clay could answer, the man closed the door.

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Just left Club Houston, usually don't bottom but felt like it today. I went to a dark corner with an older bear type guy, small but thick dick, it took about 3 min. for him to dump his load in me, then after about 20 min. of cruising I hooked up with this 20 something latin boy, he wanted to suck me and he did a great job through the glory hole but I wanted it in my ass so I sucked him a little, he had a nice thick but short uncut cock, he fucked me a little through the GH and then stopped, he showed me his key through the hole so I knew he wanted me to come to his room. Got to his room and I got on the bed and he entered, he pumped me full of his load. About 1/2 hour later I saw him again in the dark room, we kissed and he sucked me some more....i played with his ass....I just knew he was a real bottom, so I lubed him up with my spit, he was loving it.....took my load like a champ. So today I got 2 loads and gave my poz load to one guy

was well pissed off this morning as this really hot older top wanted to have fun with me breed me - we'd been chatting on and off and he was going on about how he had to look for work so hadn't been in touch and he suggested today. Needless to ask (as with a lot of British Gay men) i'd douched and was ready only for, you guessed it, him not picking up the phone so I ended up sending him a text asking him to get in touch. On the same site I found out about this guy another Black guy was interested - not into bb but he seemed fun only after half an hour of tit for tat he said he couldn't fuck because he had a bad back. The whole day wasn't working out for me as two other guys gave the usual British excuse (oh to be in America or Germany!) Still, I had the option to go to a film with Gay friends and it was nice meeting the couple that organise the event and two new people. After the film (which was rather good) we said our goodbyes and I thought `fuck it i'm going to the bathhouse`. Earlier that day the leather guy I met in the sex club last weekend had asked whether I wanted to meet him there and I put him off as in some way i'd rather have him in his or my place (just more intimate). I asked again whether he wanted to meet him there - he said `I'm already there been here ages`. `Right I'm on my way` I replied. When I got there we missed each other (he told me later he had been playing) and I wandered round and around (the usual British tradition for these places) and had a play. The sort of place where someone over 40 can clear the room. Then this really hot chubster, would say about 28, walked by and I just grabbed his tits and sexy tummy and bod we started snogging and went into a private room. His cock was thick and long and I was desperate to take it not just suck it. I asked `you bottom or top?` `I'm top` BINGO! Within ten minutes he was plowing my hole and creaming his sexy chubby load up me. After this I walked around for a bit and found my leather friend in the changing rooms. We chatted and had drinks in the lounge area and it was clear there's some bond there between us probably similar yet contrasting personality types. We ended up snogging and he said `let's go to a private room`. We made out again and I took his long thick cock doggy style it felt so good. He painfully stretched my hole at one point - it's all good practice. Suddenly, I was playing with his arse and I was hard and I told him i wanted to fuck him. I just loved looking at his horny bod as I doggy fucked him and shot my load inside him. He said he'd been wanting that ever since the sex club. I'm sure our paths will cross again.

On Sunday afternoon I stopped into the local adult bookstore, a sleazy place that I frequent, hoping to suck a few loads through the gloryholes between the video booths After paying for tokens I headed back to the booths. Fifteen minutes passed as the undesirable trolls paced back and forth. Then a tall (6'6" at least), handsome white guy in his early 40s walked into the booth across from me. He quickly dropped his pants and slid his huge cock through the gloryhole. I wrapped my hand around the still expanding slab of meat. His girth must have been at least 6". I sucked his cock for 10 minutes, and then he whispered, "Can we get a booth together?" Within seconds of entering that booth, he had his pants down to his ankles and forcefully shoved his engorged cock into my mouth. I started to gag from the force of his cock sliding hard down my throat. He grabbed my head, not letting me pull away. He continued to face fuck me hard for five minutes before suddenly stopping. He pulled down my jeans and immediately deep-throated my cock. As I tried to recovered from the shock of his moves, he slipped a finger in my ass, and then another one. He then hopped to his feet, turned me around, and slid his spit-covered raw cock up my ass. His cock hurt like hell. And even though he must have known it hurt, he didn't ease up. Repeatedly he pulled nearly all the way out and slammed his cock back in until his balls smacked my ass. This must have lasted ten minutes. His pace slowed, and I could feel that huge cock throb in my wrecked hole. At that moment I knew he was squirting his load deep. He quickly pulled out, zipped up his pants, and walked out. I stood there, with the booth door open, feeling the cum drip out my hole. He didn't ask if I wanted his cum and didn't give me any warning that he was going to cum in my ass. That's the way I like it.

Great story, curious to see where this story will end up

His slut The next time we met he wanted me to be naked when he arrived. “And I have a surprise for you” he said. “Just wear your cockring and your boots. Lay down on your bed”. I let the door to my flat ajar and heard him entering my flat. I was indeed surprised when I heard David chatting and understood it was someone with him. My two guests entered my bedroom and David introduced me to Tom. He was a goodlooking guy and had a camera. David said he would take some pics and take part in the play. “Don’t worry” he said, “no faces will be visible”. David had told his friend Tom about me and he wanted to watch us play. David had brought a red and black harness that he put on me. “It will look good on the photos” he said. David handed me an e and some water and I swallowed dutifully. I had also taken a Viagra before he arrived to ensure I stayed hard for the entire session. They both undressed and we started to kiss and I soon sucked both of them. Soon David wanted to fuck me and Tom started to take pics. I was a bit dizzy and at the same time extremely horny both from being watched and also by the fact that I was the object of a camera. David fucked me hard and Tom encouraged him and told him to fuck his slut well. Tom took some breaks from the photographing and made me suck him. I was in heaven. One cock in each hole. Toms’s cock was bigger than David’s. It was at least 20 cm and quite thick. He pushed it into my mouth and soon tears was streaming from my eyes as I was gagging on it. He just urged me to keep sucking and slapped my cheeks. David withdrew, left the room and came back with a glass with some water. “Here is something new for you” he said. I asked what it was and he said “G” I was dizzy from the extacy and just drank it. He smiled and said “this will be fun”. I continued to suck for a while and suddenly I felt even hornier. Tom found a condom and said he wanted to fuck me. David asked him if he had any diseases? Tom said “no” and David turned to me: “Don’t you want it bare? It would be pity to wrap up such a nice cock” I just smiled and said sure. Tom threw the condom on the floor and laid down on the bed. He made me sit on his big cock and kissed me. Oh my god. It was big. I started to ride him slowly and after a moment my hole adjusted. I enjoyed it and started to moan as I road him faster. Suddenly David got closer and I understood what he aimed then I felt his cock starting to press in next to Tom’s. I asked for some poppers, but David just said he wanted me to truly feel that they were both inside me. I bent down and kissed Tom as David pressed on. It hurt. I screamed out and the two tops laughed. “I think he enjoys it” Tom said. “At least he soon will. I know my slut” said Daivd. Tom showed some more poppers under my nose and I inhaled. I relaxed and soon David’s cock was in me down to his balls. As David had predicted, I enjoyed the feeling of two hard cocks in my ass. David withdrew and urged Tom to fuck me harder. David and took some pics of Tom’s bare cock in my ass and I was riding him faster and faster. I felt him tensing and he cried out as he shot a load deep inside me. From a safe-sex only guy I had now taken loads from two men in a short while. I was indeed a slut. Meanwhile David found a gloved and said it was time for fisting. Tom had never seen anyone being fisted before and was very eager to take pics and follow every step. The G and the e together made me more receptive, more slutty and more open than ever. David put in three and soon four fingers and suddenly pushed in his fist. I screamed for the second time that night. A scream of pain that soon was turned into pleasure. “Take it slut” he said. Tom looked impressed. David withdrew and pushed it in again several times before starting to punch me. I came with some screams and other grunts of pleasure. He fisted me again and again and gave me more G after a while before continuing. David fucked me again, shot in my ass and before he fisted me again. “My cum is now deeper in your ass than ever before” David said. Tom got hard again and pushed his cock in my ass. David gave me poppers and pushed his fist in next to Tom’s big cock. I screamed out, but than resigned and just took it. Tom withdrew and I felt David pushing in some fingers next to his arm. Tom went wild with the camera as I screamed in real pain as David managed to push in both his hands in my ass. I had never managed this before, but my ass seemed to adjust well. I couldn’t wait to see the pics of this. David pulled out one hand and the second. I felt open. Very open. He kissed me and said I did very well. I would get a reward. He got around and pushed his cock into my mouth again. “Are you thirsty” he said? I understood what he was aiming at and started to panic. This was too much. I wasn’t ready to drink piss. But at the same time the e and the g made me slutty and I couldn’t really protest. I felt some drops of pee in my mouth and it was soon a steady stream. It tasted salty and strange, but I had to focus on swallowing. He stopped and turned me around and pushed his cock in my ass and let the flow start again. A warm feeling spread inside me. He seemed to be turned on by his own effort and got rock hard again. He fucked me and shot a second time. I had to run to the toiled to let out a shower of piss and cum. David said he was proud of me and that I was doing very well. I had crossed another line.

At some point, I know not how much time had passed, I awoke feeling quite exposed. I was still in the sling although my hands were untied from the straps and I although still hung by the ankles could move my arms. to my left there was a dim light and I could see well enough to make out a table with a glass, half filled with white liquid on it. I reached out to get the glass as my mouth was a bit dry, I realized there was a plate with some Oreo cookies on it (I can go into details how it was well known they were one of my favorites). i took a sniff of the glass and although I was certainty not sure what I was going to get it did to my surprise to be simply some milk for the cookies. after a sip of the milk, I grabbed a cookie and as i took a bite I reached down between my legs to assess the damage. I was still somewhat agape and my finger slipped easily inside me, and it was apparent that the evidence of his fucking me was still slowly oozing out of my well used hole. I tried to tighten my sphincter but clearly I felt that it was going to take a bit of time for me to recuperate from the stretching of my lovers cock. I was also a bit tender from the act, but it was that sweet sensation straddling the line between the pleasure of knowing i was fucked and the complete violation of my hole for his need. As I reached for a second cookie I noticed also on the table was a small led flashlight and a neatly folded piece of paper. I was still a bit groggy and it took me a bit to focus on the words of the page and my adjustment to the bright light that I shown upon it. Loved being fully inside you, ran to the store, If you have to go, I would like to see you soon. I assume you may needed the rest. I'll be back shortly. If you stay plan on staying the night, don't bother getting dressed, bedroom is upstairs, get comfortable. Enjoy the cookies. I was pretty well spent from this first time being with him, I wasn't exactly sure what I should do. I had an out but i wasnt sure i wanted to take it at this point, as I knew although I enjoyed being with him, I didnt want to pussy out in the middle of the night. I was getting the feeling that the whole sling was just an insurance policy once i was there and in it he could fuck me without worrying about it being disappointing as Im sure he had been in the past, but as I nibbled on the cookie I really felt obligated to be here for this man, and as raw as I felt I still felt the need for him to be inside me some more. It took me a bit to get out of the sling (almost slipping on the puddle that had been left on the floor) but i made my way eventually upstairs and found the bedroom, in which I found a neatly kept bedroom, with a king size bed. At this point i heard the door opening downstairs, and..... voices? to be continued....

My heart was pounding and my head was spinning. I knew what that symbol meant and I had just taken that man’s load, his POZ load. I had to get up, to get out of there, to get that man’s load out of my hole. “Keith you next and then Chad and I will finish the boy off,” Chuck said. I realized I hadn’t moved at all, frozen in shock and fear. Just as I made to put my legs down the youngest of the three men came forward, smiled at me just as Wes had done and got down on his knees. His lust was faster then my fear and before I could really think about anything other then the show of it all Keith had lined up his own meaty cock with my what must now be dripping hole and slid inside. Just as it had when Johnny had started fucking me, as soon and Keith’s cock brushed my prostate all of my panic and fear melted away. Even as my eyes drifted down from his strong handsome face to see the biohazard tattoo encircling his nipple I just felt the sweet euphoria of having a thick cock inside of me. “Man you’ve got a wet warm hole,” Keith said with a kind smile, his voice ringing with a slight touch of a southern drawl, “Gonna make me shoot fast. Wes did a good job of stretching you out normally boys cry the first time they take my beer can.” If I had to guess I would say Keith was probably around twenty-five, he still looked young but there was something experienced in his eyes. He kept is brown hair a little long and messy, that All-American towel dried look. His eyes were a clear sky blue and boyish. There was nothing boyish about the rest of him though. His chest and arms were thick masses of muscle the kind that came from playing sports and working hard on one’s body. In a way he reminded me of a grown up version of the footballer I used to breed in high school. Though I suppose this time the tables were reversed. A thick patch of hair grew in-between his massive pecks and around his light brown nipples and led to a rather extensive treasure trail which ended in a thick bush around his fat cock which was now pumping steadily in and out of my ass. He was not as pale as Johnny nor as olive as Wes but the warm golden brown that came just from being outside in the summer in the mid west. His cock was spreading me wider still then Wes, he hadn’t been kidding it ready did feel like he was shoving a beer can up my ass, and I loved it. “God you’re hole feels so good I’m getting close.” Keith breathed in a hushed voice, as though he didn’t want the others to hear. Then leading forward, burying his dick deep inside me he bent between my legs and kissed me hard on the mouth before moving to whisper in my ear, “I know you saw my tattoo, do you know what it means boy?” “Yes,” I whispered back. “You still want my load boy?” “Yes.” “Not that it matters at this point, you’ve already got two POZ loads lubing up my POZ cock in you.” My brain rushed for a second, and then out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of Johnny’s round peach fuzz covered ass where emblazoned on the left cheek was a yet another biohazard tattoo. I knew then that I had never had a chance. From the moment Chuck’s cock had entered my mouth I had been destine to take these POZ loads and there was nothing I could have done about it. “Tell me what you want boy.” “I want you to breed me. I want you to knock me up, to fill me with your load, to flood my guts with your cum. Please breed me.” “As you wish boy,” Keith bucked his cock hard a few times pulling me out of the trance I had fallen into during his long slow fucking of my hole, and buried his cock balls deep inside of me while his cock spurted his load inside of me. “Thank you,” I whimpered as his cum mixed with the other loads frothing inside of me. My body was shaking slightly as Keith pulled out and the last man I didn’t know stepped forward, this much be Chad.

My own cock throbbed though I felt no need to tend to it as Johnny pressed his long slender cock into my mouth. I soon felt his trimmed pubes against my nose and held firmly to his blond peach fuzz covered ass as I deep throated his cock. For a moment the top that I had once been resurfaced and I thought how hot Johnny’s perfectly pert round ass would look with a load dripping from his pink hole. My mind drifted to my own now cum filled hole and I felt a twitch as I imagined a small glob of Johnny’s cum escaping my slightly puckered hole, the hair around it matted down with sweat and ass juice. “Alright Wes,” Chuck said, “Why don’t you show this boy what it’s like to get fucked by a real man and give him another load he’ll never forget.” Wes… I wondered for a moment which one of the three men that was, and then I realized I didn’t care. I wanted all three of them, in fact I didn’t really even care if I ever saw which one was which so long as their cock ended up in my hole. I let go of Johnny’s ass cheeks and grabbed my own ankles some what awkwardly as Johnny was still squatting over me slightly with his cock down my throat. A rustling told me that Wes was getting into position, and then I felt rough hands on my thighs pushing my legs forward lifting my ass up. A glob of warm spit fell onto my hole and then I once more felt the unmistakable pressure of a cock head pressing against my sphincter. I moaned around Johnny’s dick, which had become fully hard again in my mouth and from his breath I guessed was well on his way to shooting his second load, as Wes buried his cock in my hole in one long slow stroke. He was obviously thicker then Johnny but perhaps not as long, certainly not as big as Chuck. Still I could feel my hole quivering around his cock as it sank inside of me, stretching me wider then I ever have been before. Just as he bottomed out in me and I felt the scratch of his pubes on my taint Johnny stuffed his whole cock down my throat and let out a long low moan as he shot his second in my mouth. Greedily I swallowed every drop before he slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth. “Get the hell out the way boy,” Wes said in a rough voice, pushing Johnny off of me, “I wanna look in this boy’s eyes when I breed him, that way he’ll always remember this load.” With Johnny out of the way I took stock of the man who was now balls deep in my hole. I was not disappointed. He was certainly the oldest of the men assembled with flecks of gray starting to creep into his jet-black hair at the temples. It looked as though he had probably shaved that morning but his beard was already returning with a vengeance, his skin a golden olive colour I guessed he was probably Italian or Greek. He stared down at me with dark hazel eyes as he slowly began to withdraw his cock from my ass, the thin lines at the sides of his eyes deepened as his face spit with a wide toothy smile. “You like that cock, don’t you boy.” “Yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes…Sir,” I don’t know why but calling this man Sir just seemed to be the right thing to do. He smiled a little broader and said, “That’s right boy,” and sank his cock back into me. I could see that he didn’t have a condom on, I don’t know why I thought he would be different as he was using another guy’s load as lube. I didn’t care though, his cock splitting my hole wide felt too damn good to care about anything like that. His rough hands held my legs pinned to either side of my chest, bringing his torso over mine so that he could look directly down into my eyes. His body so close to mine my nostrils were filled with his rich manly smell and something else that it took me a moment to place… cum. Wes started to pick up the pace, pulling almost his entire cock from my ass with each stroke. Sweat began to glisten on his chest and occasionally drip down onto me. The steady sound of skin slapping on skin, and the wet squelsh of my quickly widening hole filled the room. I began to sweat myself, panting with each thrust of Wes’s fat cock. I knew what I must look like, I had seen bottoms in this place of ecstasy before, their faces contorted with what could be mistaken for pain, their eyes rolling into the back of their heads, their cock hard but completely forgotten. It was the look of a bitch in heat, a look that bottoms only got when they truly gave themselves over to be fucked without caring for their own release at all. For a bottom like the one I had become, in that moment the release was feeling a top shoot his load, and nothing else was needed. “Fuck my ass,” I whimpered between moans, “Fucking plow me.” “I’m getting close kid,” Wes growled, never slowing down, “I’m going to breed your ass so good that I’m going to stay with you forever. Do you want that boy, do you want my load in you forever?” “Yes, breed me,” I panted, at the time not realizing the significance of what I said, “Fill me with your cum, lube up my ass for your friends.” “Take my fucking load, you slut!” Wes didn’t stop fucking as he came, in fact he slammed his cock into me harder then he had ever before six or eight more times. I could feel his load filling me more and more until just when I was wondering how he could possibly be going he stopped and held perfectly still with his throbbing cock halfway into my ass. His whole body was shaking just slightly and a wicked gin was spreading across his face. “Next,” he said pulling out and getting up. It was only then when he stood again that I noticed the tattoo on his bicep, a bio hazard symbol.

I happily took his cock down my throat again, and now being somewhat distracted my hole loosened up even quicker for Chuck. I gasped around his cock when I felt his tongue slid easily into my hole and then back out again only to be quickly replaced by a spit lubed finger. As I chocked down his cock Chuck worked a single tick finger into my tight hole, his tongue working around it adding more lube, persuading my hole to open wider still for him. I was groaning more and more as Chuck worked my hole loose and as he began to press a second finger against my spit slicked pucker he let his cock slip from my mouth and spring forward so that his balls were resting just above my face. Normally I would have gobbled up his balls happily but I was lost in the ecstasy of the invading fingers and roaming tongue, my eyes were shut and my mouth hung open as I panted and grunted. Suddenly I could hear voices down the hall and I wondered for a moment why I could hear them so clearly before I remembered that we had never closed the door to the apartment. In a moment of self-consciousness I tried to muffle my groans but Chuck seemed unconcerned and continued to noisily work my hole with his fingers and tongue. The pressure on my hole increased as Chuck pressed another spit slicked finger against my hole, steadily working it in along side the two he was already twisting around in my hole. Despite my tying to keep it down so as not to be over heard in by whoever was in the hallway I let out a loud gasp and then grunted with a form of pleasure I had never imagined before as his finger suddenly popped inside of me. Chuck chuckled slightly at my ecstatic moaning and began to twist his fingers in and out of my hole spreading them apart as he did so. I had never imagined that this was the joy that the boys I had been fucking were feeling as I had invaded their holes. If it always felt this good I was likely to never top again. “You ready for some cock boy?” Chuck asked, thrusting his fingers knuckle deep into my hole. “Yes, please fuck me with your big cock,” I moaned, feeling my ass twitch around his thick digits. “Oh no boy, you’re not ready for my cock, and besides my cock comes with a little something extra. I want your hole to last a good long while so let's start you off with something a little easier to deal with - like Johnny.” I was confused for a long moment before I heard clothes being shucked and someone moving towards where Chuck had me pinned with my ass in the air on the floor. I could see nothing but Chuck's broad, round, meaty, hair covered ass cheeks and his dark fur rimmed pucker, but I sensed someone else close to my ass as Chuck withdrew his fingers from my hole. Chuck then held my ass open with both hands, and I distinctly remember my hole felt disturbingly empty and open to the air as I waited for god knows what to happen. Then I felt it: the warm tender firmness of a hard cock head pressing against my well slicked and primed hole. My brain screamed with panic. A guy who I couldn’t even see was sliding his cock into my hole, bare I guessed, and I was powerless to do anything about it as I was being held down by the massive Adonis who had seduced me. Just as I started to thrash around in an attempt to break free, the invading cock brushed against my prostate. It seemed as if an electric shock had passed through my entire body. I froze, all the fight gone out of me. All I wanted was for it to happen again. The guy, who’s name I guess was Johnny from what Chuck had said, obliged me without even having been asked. He slid his cock back so that just the head was inside me hole and then plunged down again this time brushing more forcefully against my prostate. I let out the same sort of guttural moan I had when Chuck’s third finger had popped into my hole and I pushed back on the stranger's invading cock, endeavoring to press him against that tender spot again. Johnny was certainly an experienced top. With each stroke his cock head pushed more and more forcefully into my prostate. My groans quickly turned to a constant stream of moans and before long I was muttering “Fuck me, please fuck my ass.” I had transformed into a total bottom and I still could not see who was fucking me. Chuck still squatted over me holding my legs apart as Johnny fucked me. Every once in a while Chuck would mutter encouragement to Johnny telling him to "Use his ass good,” and "Get him ready for a long night of fucking.” I could feel Johnny picking up speed, his thrusts becoming deeper and more erratic. I knew what was coming: he was getting close. I had felt those signs enough times myself, the tingling in the balls as they slowly tightened up closer to one’s body, the waves of pleasure that crashed over one’s cock head and radiated throughout the rest of ones body making it difficult to control the thrusting, all leading up to that moment when… he slammed his cock into me harder then he had done yet and balls deep in my hole began to unload his balls. “Lube him up good,” Chuck encouraged as Johnny panted and his body shook with the force of his orgasm. I could feel his cock pulsing inside my ass, and his warm sticky load filling up my innards answered my question about condoms. He was breeding me. It must have been quite some time sense Johnny had last gotten off judging by the size of the load he dumped in my hole; or, perhaps I was simply over whelmed at the sensation of being bred for the first time. Whichever the reason was it took what seemed a full two minutes before Johnny withdrew his cock from my now squishy hole. “Nice job Johnny,” said Chuck siding a finger into my hole with ease, “got him really lubed up here for the rest of us.” He withdrew the finger, “You wanna see who just bred your hole so expertly boy?” “Yes please,” I said breathlessly. Slowly Chuck let my legs down and then stood up himself swinging his legs over me till he stood next to where I now lay on the floor. There in the doorway stood a guy, completely naked, probably not more then a year older then me, with a slightly on the thin side but certainly long dick, smiling sheepishly at me. He had a strong muscular frame, large pink nipples that stood out from his pale skin, short-cropped blond hair and a boyishly handsome face. “Johnny here lives next door and is the bottom bitch for Chad who’s the super there. He doesn’t get to top very often and we thought lubing you up for some man cock would be a nice treat for him. Chad likes his boys little more hairless then I do but he’s still a sexy fucker,” Chuck walked over to Johnny and tweaked one of his protruding nipples, Johnny jumped a little but smiled. “You know this kid is also an brilliant cock sucker, why don’t you let him clean your cock off Johnny while we see if we can’t work one of these thick man cocks we have waiting into the hole you so kindly lubed up for us.” It was only then that I noticed the three other men standing just beyond the doorway. I only got a momentarily glimpse of them before Johnny was sitting on my chest feeding his cock down my accommodating throat, but from what I could see they were all naked, all tall and powerful looking, ranging in ages for late twenties to earlier forties, and all had massive veiny cocks that made my mouth water and my hole twitch.

Two words: Condom Fatigue. When I started having sex, no one knew about AIDS. (It didn't even have a name yet.) Condoms were for guys trying to avoid causing a pregnancy not gay guys. Not long after (sometime in the 1980s in my experience) condoms became required and expected for sex because the possibility of HIV infection was so frightening. Men of my age all saw friends die around us and it scared us. (The HIV cocktails only became available in that later 1990s.) I hated condoms but just put up with them (and insisted on them) because becoming positive seemed so dire. When the HIV cocktails arrived they gave a glimmer of hope and it was years more before the drugs became far less toxic, simpler to take and, for the majority taking them, well tolerated. Today we know so much more about the low risks of sex with guys who are undetectable and the opportunity to protect HIV- men with PrEP. Condoms are no long the "only" way to protect yourself if you want to remain negative. I hated the condoms I felt compelled to carry and use for decades. Now, on PrEP, I feel I can have the sex I really want to without that nagging concern and worry I was taught for so long to have. The "safe sax" messages worked on me for a long time but now falls on deaf ears. I know I'm not alone. That's what I mean by Condom Fatigue.

When I was back in the States I met up a couple times with a hot 18yo high school swimmer for some hot bareback fucking. Here is the story of one of our hook ups and some photos for my bareback blog. The first time he came over was right after high school let out and before his sports practice for a quick session. He said in planning it that he wanted a quick flip fuck session. This boy is so tight. I love eating his ass out before fucking him. He has a nice big dick as well. He is 18yo, white, blonde, 6 feet tall and 140 pounds with a thick 7.5 inch cut cock. He has washboard abs and a great smile. http://fuckworker.blogspot.co.uk/2013/05/bb-fuck-with-18yo-high-school-swimmer.html When he arrives at my place we begin by making out and tearing our clothes off. I get him naked and on his back on my bed. I feed him poppers while I go down on his, already rock-hard, cock. I don't want him to cum too soon so I then focus my attention on his balls and his taint. Licking every inch of his smooth body while playing with his nipples. Soon, I have his legs up in the air with his ass exposed and I am tongue fucking his boy cunt for all its worth. He is inhaling the poppers on his own and is in heaven moaning with pleasure. Click image for larger version. Name: CAM00423.jpg Views: 0 Size: 24.8 KB ID: 37252 I silently lube my cock up as I continue eating him out. My rock hard cock is now slick and ready for his tight boy hole. I get in position with his legs in the air and slide my cock in his ass. I plan on making this quick before he complains. He says he hasn't bottomed much at all so I don't want to hurt him too much. As I begin bareback fucking his tight high school boy hole, he asks if I have condoms. I reply that I do and continue fucking his ass raw. I ignore his request for a rubber. After a few minutes, I feel my load coming up so I silently work up to my orgasm so as to not let him know I am about to breed his ass. Soon enough, I am pubes deep in his young ass and cumming for all I am worth. He looks a little surprised that I bred him but as I withdraw from his freshly-seeded hole, I once again tongue fuck and eat his cum-filled hole out. He is moaning once again. I slide a couple fingers in his ass and they come out filled with my cum. I stick my fingers with my cum in my ass and tell him its his turn to breed my ass. I get up on the bed doggy style and he immediately pounds my raw ass as hard as he can. I think having his ass bred has this boy worked up to a frenzy. Soon enough I am rewarded with gushes of cum deep in my hole as I beg for him to give me all that 'jock jizz' in his balls. After, we clean up and he heads off for practice. What a fucking stud.

The next couple of weeks became a blur. Between packing up our dorm room and preparing for finals, Matt and the college agreed a settlement date that fell in the week after finals, so we could get in and start whatever work we had to do to get the houses ready for occupancy. He also used his charm to get our friends to volunteer their time and muscles to complete the tasks. Finals week rolled around and we were all busy trying to pull out the best grades we could from each of our courses. Matt managed to accelerate two of the settlement dates with the result that he took possession of two of the properties during finals week, and he even managed to schedule a party at one of them on the Saturday after finals. Toby, although busy studying for his test and preparing final papers for his classes, managed to help arrange the party and the invitation list. Pete secured a moving van for Friday and we got most of our belongings packed up and ready to go. Matt came over after his finals on Thursday to say he was done for the semester and offered to help us with anything that still needed attention. I had one final left in the morning, and was tired of studying, so I wagged my cock at him and told him he could start with the draining of my heavy balls. He wasted no time and was soon between my legs, sucking down my hard cock. The pressure and tension of the last few weeks of the semester flowed-down his throat, along with my toxic precum. As Matt slurped down my leaking cock, Pete and Toby showed up, back from their finals. Pete, needing to relieve some tension, knelt behind Matt and began rimming his sweet naked pucker, as Toby slid down his shorts and fed me his swelling cock. The taste of Toby’s sweet negative nectar drove me wild as I lifted Matt's head from my cock and positioned Toby’s ass over my fuck stick. Just as Pete slid his cock balls-deep into Matt, Toby sank down onto me, so I was fucking Pete’s boy as Pete fucked me. Given our frantic schedules during the past week or so, it had been several days since any of us had had any sex, so we were rutting like animals. I drove my cock into Toby like a jackhammer, with the result I soon shot a load deep into Toby’s gut. I continued pounding his hole 'til a second toxic load exploded from my cock, to join the first. Pete's orgasm wasn't far behind soon enough he filled Matt’s hole with his massive load. We all collapsed in a pile on my bunk, sated for the moment. As we began to regain our strength and Toby slowly slid off my softening cock, Toby mentioned that he had heard from Jerald that the study had been renewed for fall semester, and that Jerald would be stopping by later. As Pete and Toby cuddled at the foot of my bed, Matt got up and came over to me at the top of the bed and hugged and kissed me. Matt let us know that things were progressing nicely on the last house and he expected to take possession on Monday, adding that he would pick me up on Friday after my final to take me to the party house, so we could see what we needed to do before the party on Saturday. We chatted for a while and then we all headed down to the showers to clean-up before dinner. Matt turned-on the water and adjusted the temperature as I hung up my towel and joined him. My cock expanded again at the sight of my hot lover who was also getting a hard-on as the stream of hot water poured over him. I laughed and offered to wash his back. Needless to say, by the time Pete and Toby entered the shower room, we were hot and heavy in a make-out session under the shower session, our hard cocks in a session of sword play. Pete and Toby once again joined in and this time I ended-up flip-fucking Pete while Matt sank his cock into Toby. There is nothing better than having sex in the showers to relieve some tension from a long week of finals. We all went over to the dining hall after getting dressed and had our last dinner in the commons. Matt invited us over to the gated house for dessert, saying he had something to show us at our soon-to-be-new residence. We finished our meal and headed over to the house, walking the 15 minutes at a good pace. When we arrived at the gate Toby punched in the code and the gate swung back to allow us entry. “So you guys want a tour of the place first or you want to see my surprise?” Matt asked. The three of us indicated opted to see what deep secret Matt had waiting for us. He took us towards and behind the garage, which was the rear of the property, where, upon rounding the corner of the garage, we found a medium sized motor-home. Gesturing at the motor-home, Matt said “Well boys, take a look at your new home while work is being done on the house" and with a flourish he opened the door of the rig and invited us to come on in. Pete was the first to rush inside, followed closely by Toby. By the time I entered with Matt on my tail Pete and Toby were on the couch making out. Matt and I laughed saying “There’s no place you guys won’t fuck, is there?” And with that Matt and I continued on to the rear of the vehicle and entered the bedroom portion of the rolling structure. It had a nice king sized bed which afforded ample room to play around. I went over and sat on the edge of the bed and Matt walked up to me. I hugged him, then undid his pants and pulled out his cock and kissed the head before enveloping it with my mouth. Matt began moaning as I expertly blew him, working my tongue into his piss slit, and squeezing his sweet ass checks in my hands. I began fingering his hole and he shot a load down my throat, in my mouth and across my lips and face. As I was licking the cum off his face and snowballing his cum back to him, Pete and Toby came into the room. “So, I thought you were going to show us the house” Pete remarked. I put Matt's cock away and he zipped-up his trousers, adjusting his tool into a comfortable position, and then took us into the house. I understood why he thought we needed the motor-home for temporary housing. The house itself was a mess - not just dirty, but really run down and kind of gross. The house had certainly had potential, but in its current condition it was not livable. Matt went over what he thought needed to be done and what plans he had made for the renovations. By the time we finished the tour and headed back to the dorms, it was getting late and we were all ready to crash. We entered our room and, as Pete and Toby began to fool around on Pete’s bed, Matt undressed me. I laid down naked on my bed and Matt removed his remaining clothes and laid down beside me, we spooned until I fell asleep. I assume Matt soon fell fast asleep himself, and Toby and Pete were right behind us. The next morning I got dressed and went over my notes for my final. Pete and Toby had arisen early so that they could pick up the van. Matt lay in bed smiling at me as I packed my backpack with extra pencils and paper and went to take down the message board on the door, finding a note from Jerald that read “Hey guys, sorry I missed you. Give me a call.” I looked at Matt and grinned, saying “Oops, we got so caught up in the tour last night we forgot Jerald was coming over.” Matt laughed and said he would call him while I was at my final. He kissed me passionately then slapped me on the ass, telling me to get to my class and do well on the test. The final went well and I returned to the dorm room to find it bare and almost looking sterile, as Matt, Pete, and Toby had moved everything out while I was in class. I was a bit sad, but also excited that this chapter of my college life was closing, just as another began. I was about to text Matt to find out where everyone was, when Jerald knocked on the open door, “Hey dude, Matt sent me to get you. The guys are over unloading the van at the house." I grabbed my back pack and followed Jerald down the corridor and out of the building, talking as we made the short walk over to the house. Jerald told me he thought he might have come down with the fuck flu the previous week, but he was feeling better now. I gave him a light punch to the shoulder and welcomed him to the club. We got to the gates and I punched in the code which unlocked the entrance. As we walked-up the drive way, we saw the guys unloading contents of the van into the garage. I walked Jerald to the 'love shack', as we had christened the motor home, and upon entering I offered him a cold beer from the refrigerator, which, I noticed, was well stocked. About then Matt came in, and giving me a hug and a kiss, he asked “How’d the final go?” I responded saying I was confident it went well. Matt went over to Jerald, hugged him, thanking him for coming to get me. Then Matt took Jerald by the hand, and gesturing for me to accompany them, the three of us moved into the bedroom, where, following Matt's lead, we undressed Jerald, dropped our own clothing, and soon enough Jerald was on the bed with one of our cocks in either end. We took turns feeding him our cocks and sliding them up his rear entrance, turning him into a cum-lusting pig. I was about to dump my load in his guts when Pete walked in and joined me, where, after some jostling, he was able to shove his cock in next to mine, stretching Jerald’s hole. That sent me over the edge and I blasted my cum deep in Jerald's ass, which triggered Pete to do the same. As we withdrew our cocks, cum oozed from Jerald's well used hole. Not to be left out, Matt came around, stuffed his cock in, and in no time added his spooge to the mixture. We cleaned-up and Pete and Jerald went to pick up the kegs for next day's party. Meanwhile Matt and I walked over to the party house, which was a few blocks away. The house was in better shape than the gated house, needing essentially only a coat of paint before it could be rented-out. Thoughtfully, Toby had picked-up some couches, tables and chairs so our guests would be comfortable. As matt and I toured the house, I noticed there seemed to be (at least) a couch or bed in each room and in one room were two pairs of slings set-up in the center of the room. I looked at Matt, but he simply grinned and then began undressing me, positioning me in the sling. Although we had just finished playing with Jerald, Matt was apparently ready to go again, once he saw me naked, laying in the sling, ass positioned to take his cock. He slid in easily and worked his tool into my hole, telling me how hot I looked and how he was going to plant his toxic seed in my ass. About ten minutes later he was still talking dirty to me and pumping in and out, when someone behind us coughed. It was a couple of the guys Toby had asked to come over to decorate for the party. Each had pulled-out his hard cock, and was vigorously stroking, Matt smiled at them and gestured to see if either wanted to take his place in my hole. The older of the two, maybe mid-twenties, stepped up and slid in as Matt pulled out. The younger guy, who was about our age, slipped out of his clothing and climbed into the other sling. Matt apparently knew a good thing when he saw it, 'cause he spat on the guy's crack and started working his cock into the newcomer's hole. The slings were positioned side-by-side, but head to toe, so I could watch as Matt plowed the boy and he could watch his buddy pound me. The rattling of the chains masked the fact that we were now joined by Pete and Jerald as well as Toby and six or so other college studs. It looked like the cleaning/decorating gang would be doing a little gang banging first. For the next couple hours we fucked and sucked the dozen or so guys who had arrived to help get ready for the party. I ended up with four or five loads up my boy cunt and dropped a couple loads into a hot 19 year old who just couldn't get enough. We did eventually get the house cleaned up and decorated for the party, but it was quite late when we finally locked up the house and walked home to 'the love shack'.

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