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Let me start by saying that this isn't fiction but a true story! About 6 months ago i was on my profile page just looking around, when a message came in from a very cute looking 18y/o twink. He wrote that he was looking for someone experienced to finally fuck him. He told me that at earlier dates with guys his own age it they stopt trying after a few attempts, I explained to him how i would have opened his ass. His excitement grew more and more the longer we talked. after a few hours he asked me if he could come by. I said 'Yes', but explained him that i like to play on chems and that i play bare. It became very quiet at the other side, but after nearly a minute he said 'No problem'. i was glad because i already had a date planned with a 21 y/o kinky twink that wanted to try fisting, but he never showed up and his phone was switched off. Within 20 minutes the young twink arrived and i open the door in gear with my hard cock sticking out. He looked surprised maybe a little anxious, but i saw that he made up his mind. He gathered his courage and came inside. 'Clothes off!' i ordered. He replied with 'can't we talk first'. 'Yes, but only when we are on the same level... i'm nude so...' i said. He started to take off his clothes. A very hot body emerged and looking at his semi-hard dick i had to conclude that his was a bit bigger than mine. We started talking but after a while i noticed that his left eye wandered off. He tried watching the porn that i put on just before he arrived. I could see the immediate effect because his dick started growing. i ask if he knew how big it was but he answer that he never measured it. 'i be write back with a tape-measurer and something to drink for us both' i said. When i came back i asked if i could measure his dick, he nodded. He came less than halve a centimeter short to reach 23cm (about 9 inches). We can have lots off fun with that monster i laughed. He picked up his glass to drink. So i gave him 2 pills; one ecstasy-pill and an erection-pill. 'I don't want to do chems' he told me. I said to him that i was very disappointed because i explicitly told him. 'I know, but i'm scared' he answered. He continued: 'Swallowing pills, mixing chems with your drink or putting a needle in your arm. It just makes me freeze up. If i didn't know i was taking or getting then it would love to do it, but there's no way i wouldn't know'. I nodded and told him it was okay, but in my mind i already had a plan to get him high without noticing the administering. He leaned and kissed me and then he went lower and start sucking my cock. i pushed his head down and rammed my cock deeper, he started to choke. He came up for air, ao i give him a few tips to counter the gag reflex. A few extra breathes and he want down again. With every time i pushed my cock deep in hist throat he became more relaxed and i could feel his throat accepting the brutal skull fucking. His cock was rock hard so i pushed him on his back and started licking his cock. When his dick was dripping with my spit and his precum i grab his cock and with one move i let myself slide upon his dick. He asked if i had used a condom. 'What do you feel?' i answered. 'Just close your eyes and compare this feeling to all the times you fucked with a condom. Feel the wetness, feel the heat. Flesh stroking flesh'. He closed his eyes and i saw his face change. He was loving it and he started to moan. After a while he opened his eyes and pushed me off him. He grabbed my legs put them on his shoulder. He rammed his dick in my ass an started drilling my ass. The full length disappeared with every thrust in my ass. He pounded me for at least 15 minutes none-stop. Sweat was running from his face. I was flying high on the way he was ravaging my asshole. OMG where did this kid learn this?! 'i'm close, i'm summing' he said. He tried to pull out but i grab his hips and pulled them in close. 'I want you to flood my ass with your cum' i moaned. He didn't have time to respond because at that moment his dick shot thick warm streams of jizz deep in my ass. I could feel how his seed was flowing inside of me, filling me. We stayed locked for a while then he pulled his cock out and saw his seed oozing out my ass. 'I have never came like this before. i have the idea that i'm completely drained' he said with a big smile. 'Do you want a short break before i fuck and breed your ass?'. He nodded first and then he started to stutter 'you may fuck me without, but you have to promise that you take it out before you come'. He was relieved when I told him that i wouldn't do anything he didn't want me to do. But I knew that it wouldn't be long before he is begging me to shoot my hot load deep in his ass and knowing that my 'special' dna is merging with his. [To be continued]

Losing my virginity twice in the same day. Part1: This is actually a true story but of course I’ve changed the locations. So a little about me and how I lost my virginity twice the summer before my 10th grade of HS. I’m 5’9, about 160lbs, toned body…not muscled up, just wanted to keep everything tight – light brown hair that tends to go sandy blonde in the summer. Well growing up in the deep South, sex was not a topic brought up in most families except for “don’t do it before you get married or you will go straight to hell!” comments or talking about the local tramp that got knocked up by the local drunk. Us guys are always pushed to start dating certain girls from certain families. Well earlier on, I realized that I had to work extra hard to be interested in girls. I always thought I was just a “late bloomer” – hell, my older brother Ray was co-captain of the high school football team, one of the best baseball players and was always getting some early on. He dated and messed around all through jr high & high school. He was constantly having teammates over to swim in our pool, so I got to hang with most the guys. Ray and I were close. We were brothers but we were also best friends – very rarely did we ever fight or get mad at each other. We’ve spent a lot of time together this summer, bc he will be a senior this next year and has received a baseball scholarship to the major university another state. As soon as he graduates, he will be moving there to get settled in, so we’ve been making the best of our time together. They use to pick on me a little asking me if and when I had fucked my girl…and I always, just did the typical “shrug it off” moves and changed the subject. I remember starting to notice the guys more as we got older. I would look at their chests…some were hairy – some were smooth…some had tiny nipples, some were a little thicker. I also would notice how differently their chest sizes were and how their abs were different. When I started looking at their abs I would notice how some had those v-lines that would disappear behind their swim trunks. Something in me, starting to stir…I would try to put it out of my head Every time I was with my girlfriend and we were making, I would start thinking of those v-lines and my 7in cut dick started getting hard of course my gf Abby always thought it was her. I had to put these thoughts out of my head – I’m not gay…and being gay sure as hell wasn’t an option. My family and friends would kill me. Well one weekend the parents were going out of town and left my brother Ray in charge…fat chance. Our parents told us we could only have certain people over but no more. No girls could be at the house past 7pm. With us having the biggest pool in our neighborhood, everyone came to our house. Anyway my brother could have his 2 bestfriends Luke and Mickey over to stay and I could have my bestfriend Will over stay. Saturday, several more friends came over that afternoon, including my gf Abby. The guys were giving me hard time about not getting with her and still being a virgin. Well Mickey, who was a little more countrified. He had a big ol’ bumpkin head – sorta stocky, very hairy all over. He was always pulling at his junk which was about 7 inches uncut and showing us his hairy ass. Anyway, he was standing next to me really giving me hard time asking if I just had a small dick that was scared of pussy…he said “I hope you aint no fag – I’d hate kill one of lil’ brothers. (Mickey and luke always considered me their kid brother also). My brother was like “dude, what’s the deal – when are you gunna hit it, I know your dick works and it’s not small. (we shared a bathroom and I thought I had shut the door and caught me as I was shooting my load into the garbage can.) He, mickey and several of the other guys were laughing…so apparently he had told them he had caught me. Ray and I were close and he could tell I was starting to get upset but more embarrassed …and was like dude, it’s cool…we all jackoff – hell Mickey here does about 10 times a day….they all started busted out laughing…it was very evident that I was still upset and embarrassed. While all this was going on, I had noticed that Luke was getting out of the pool while telling the guys to leave me alone. As like Ray, I’ve known Luke my entire life. For years, I actually thought he was my brother since he and ray were always inseparable but never knew why he had to go to the house next door to sleep. The 3 of us always hung out, played sports, games…etc. He was tall, blonde hair, bright green eyes, very pretty lips, no hair anywhere that I could see – he had one of those vlines on his very sculpted body. I had seen his dick before in the showers and soft I looked like a monster. Luke, knowing me so well – he knew I was upset. He walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me and was like guys…cut it out..he will get his when he is ready. He made a comment to one of the baseball players and making fun of him saying that I didn’t want to be like him and shoot my load all over the girl before I even got it in..and then he made a couple other comments that slipped my attention. Something was starting to happen. I could hear that Luke was talking and I could that the other guys were talking but it sounded like the teacher from Charlie brown. All I could focus on was these 2 strong arms wrapped around me… I was starting to get hot…that sun must be glaring on us…but it’s cloudy….I could feel the warmth of his breath on my ear and the side of my face as he is talking to the other guys….. I could feel rise and fall of his chest that touching my back – skin to skin. He was wet from being in the pool, it was cool –yet, felt great against my skin. But what really had me thrown off was that I was paying attention to how he felt up against my ass. I was starting to have all these crazy feelings…it’s not like I haven’t felt his groin up against my ass before, hell I’ve even sat in his lap before in the jeep headed to the lake…but this time it was different to me for some reason – although Luke’s swimtrunks were sorta thin and you could always see the outline of his dick swinging – I swear I felt it bounce a little against my ass a couple times…then I felt a rush of panic come over me – I felt my dick getting harder in my shorts…right there in front of brother and all his friends….what the hell is happening to me…… To be continued……..(Let me know what yall think)

Atlantis Cruise in Mediterranean I was on Deck 16 or the infamous Dick Deck. Every night there were hundreds of guys passing through and every night I took at least 10 anon loads. I definitely took over 100 loads right there in public for everyone to see. Some guys would nut almost immediately from the feeling of other guys warm cum inside me lubing up their cock.

I discovered public toilets during my first year at university. I had been brought up in a very religious community in the north of Scotland and when I came down to Glasgow to start university I had just turned 18. I loved everything about living in the city. I had very little sexual experience and in many ways I was quite innocent but I masturbated frequently, thinking about fit lads and their cocks and balls and arses. I suppose I knew that things sometimes went on in public toilets but I had never really thought about it. Then one afternoon I didn't feel like studying so I went for a walk. I walked right through Kelvingrove Park and out the other end and after a while I came to another park which had a public toilet near the entrance. Genuinely needing to pee, I went in.... I knew as soon as I went in that something was going on. A cubicle door was shut quickly and I saw someone disappearing round the side to the sink area. An older guy was standing at the urinal and as I began to piss I sensed he was looking at me. I finished pissing but didn't put my cock away. Nothing happened for a minute or two and then the older guy turned towards me, showing me his hard cock I was shitting myself, but I turned towards him and showed him my cock and before long we were both wanking. He moved towards me and took hold of my cock. It was all I could do to stop myself shooting my load there and then but as he started to wank me, a cubicle door opened behind us. I turned round and saw a blond lad about my own age sitting on the toilet, his pants and trousers at his ankles and just then another guy came round from the sink area and went and stood in front of him. The older guy stopped wanking and went and stood in front of the cubicle, motioning to me to follow him. I really wanted to see what was happening so I followed him and soon I was watching the young lad suck the other guy's cock. I was more turned on than I had ever been and soon I had my cock out again, wanking as I watched the guy come in the young lad's mouth. When he had finished coming, he zipped himself out and left. I thought the show was over but the young lad motioned to me to come and stand in front of him. I hesitated for a moment but the older guy pushed me gently towards the young lad and soon my cock was in his mouth and I was being sucked off for the very first time. I cant tell you how good it felt and I knew I wouldn't last very long. The older guy was standing right behind me and I didn't stop him when he pulled my pants down to my knees and began to play with my arse, pulling my cheeks apart and fingering my arse hole. When he wet his finger and pushed it right up my hole I lost it and blew my load right into the young lad's mouth. I was out of there in seconds, mortified by what I had done but also more turned on than I had ever been. I remembered my upbringing and vowed to myself that I would never to anything like that again. That vow lasted about a week and then I was back there. I got sucked off again and enjoyed every minute of it. I started going there regularly and sucked my first cock in there. One afternoon the blond lad who had sucked me off was in there again. This time he was bent over the toilet being fucked by an older guy. I watched and wanked as the guy came up his arse and, though I had the chance to take my turn fucking him, I just wasn't quite ready to do that yet so I watched and wanked as another guy fucked him and shot my load down the tiles of the cubicle wall as he too shot his load up the young blond lad. A few weeks later I was in a toilet I had discovered near the university and I was sucking off a tall dark haired guy. He told me he lived nearby and asked me if I wanted to come back to his flat and fuck him. I liked him - he was tall and geeky looking, early to mid 30s and I liked his smile so I said yes and followed him to his flat. Soon I was sucking his cock again and then he pulled me up and we both stripped off (my first time naked with another guy!) and carried on sucking each other. Then he asked me to fuck him and laid back on the bed with his legs in the air. I was very horny but also quite nervous and somehow I just couldn't quite get my cock up him. I thought he would laugh at me but he was very patient with my fumbling attempts to get my cock up his arse. Smiling, he suggested "Let me make it easier for you." With that he turned round and knelt on the bed, pushing his arse towards me and pulling his cheeks apart. I stood behind him and pushed. This time my cock went right up him and I began to fuck. I wanted the feeling to last forever but I knew it wouldn't be too long before I blew my load. He sensed I was getting close and told me to fuck him harder and cum in his arse. Shooting my cum up him was the best feeling ever and as I walked back to my Halls of Residence I was on top of the world - I had finally done it!! I was growing in confidence now and a week or so later I slipped my cock up another lad in a toilet and fucked him. I knew I was ready to be fucked but so far, despite quite a few offers, I hadn't let anyone fuck my virgin 18 year old arse hole. One day I was in a toilet cubicle with another student and I was lubed and bent over the toilet. He was just about to push his cock up me when there was a disturbance outside - some drunk guy was shouting so we thought it better to zip up and get out of there before he came in. I was a bit disappointed, but I knew now it wouldn't be too long before I took a cock in my arse. A week or so later I was in a toilet in a park in the north of Glasgow. I had discovered it a few weeks before and had had some really horny experiences in there. It was dirty, with cobwebs and boarded up windows and smelt of piss but it was rapidly becoming one of my favourite haunts. Most of the action took place round the corner in the sink area and one afternoon I was in there sucking off an older guy. We were joined by another lad - a fit builder lad in a sweatshirt and trackie bottoms which were splashed with paint and plaster. He pulled out his cock so I began to suck him, moving between him and the older guy. I really fancied the builder lad and enjoyed every minute of sucking his fat cock. As I sucked him, the older guy pulled me up and unzipped my trousers, pulling them down along with my pants. I was so turned on sucking the builder lad that I didn't stop him when he started wanking me and fingering my arse hole, even when I felt him rubbing some lube into my hole. I felt the head of his cock pushing against my hole and instinctively I spread my legs further and pushed back. After a couple of failed attempts, his cock slid up my virgin bum hole - I was being fucked! It hurt at first, of course, but after a fairly short time I began to really enjoy it. I didn't really fancy the guy who was fucking me but I loved the fact that he was doing it as I sucked off the fit builder lad. I wondered what my family would say if they could see me, pants down in dirty public toilet being fucked by a total stranger. Somehow this thought made me even hornier and when the older guy shot his cum into me and pulled out I turned round and offered my arse to the builder lad. He didn't hesitate and soon I was being fucked for the second time. His cock was bigger but I managed to take it. He fucked me hard and fast and soon I was taking a second load of cum up my no longer virgin hole. As I walked back through the park I felt as if my hole was gaping and I wasn't sure I could stop the cum sliding out. Then I thought "why not?" and pushed. Two loads of cum slid out my arse into my underpants and when I got back to my room in the Halls of Residence my pants were sopping wet with spunk and again I felt on top of the world. The next time I went back to that toilet I noticed a breakdown truck parked near the park entrance. When I went into the toilet a young, dark haired guy in mechanic's overalls was standing at the urinal. Soon we were wanking together and before too long we were in a cubicle and I was bent over the toilet being fucked again. He was a very fit lad and I enjoyed every minute of him fucking me. When he had cum in my arse he asked if I wanted to fuck him and soon he was bent over the toilet, his overalls at his ankles and his white pants stretched across his knees as I fucked his tight, hairy arse and shot my load up him. It didn't get much better than this! The following week I was back in the first toilet I had visited and the young blond lad was in there again. I watched as two older guys fucked him. This time I took my turn and shot a load up him myself before pulling out and letting another guy take over. I didn't hold back now - and have had many horny experiences in public toilets over the years. Of course I can't remember most of them, but I can remember some of my best experiences like it was yesterday. I'll share some of those in Part 2.

this is my first story, i hope you enjoy it ! :-) I´ve always been interested in bare fucks and taking loads, especially poz loads, but was afraid of getting knocked-up, So I only rarely allowed any guys to cum in my ass. One my ass, sure, but seldom in my ass. Then one day I saw a post on Craigslist about a party which was scheduled for a bathhouse in my home town, and which was described as a fuck party for negative and poz guys, no condoms were allowed, and everyone had to be fucked and fuck the other. Attendees were specifically not allowed to refuse anyone's load. I was definitely interested in the party, but was also afraid of taking poz loads, but after couple hours of jerking myself, I found myself registering for the party A few days later the party took place and I headed over to the bathhouse to have some hot fun but in my head was still concerned that I would be pozzed. Still I entered the bathhouse, paid the admission fee, undressed, and stored my clothing in the locker, then going to the bar to get a drink and, I hoped, to have a look at the guys who were attending the party. after finishing my drink i started walking around to have a look for all the hot action going on and i didnt have to walk for long before i met a hot bottom that wanted to get fucked so we entered a cabinet and i placed my load in his ass the entire evening some guys wanted to fuck me but i never wanted because of the fear and because of that i just placed loads and fucked guys.. at 1am i was tired so i searched for a place to rest a bit and i also slept for around a hour but when i woke up there where couple guys around me that said that it would be time for me to take some loads. my breath stopped and my blood got cold, what did that mean for me? they took me and leaded my to a room with so many guys in it i couldnt count them all they said that heard that i refused all loads but that that was against the party rules and that it was time now for me to accept the rules they pushed me on all fours and someone placed is hard dick into my mouth that i couldnt breath anymore while another guy started liking my ass after a few minutes i had sucked may dicks and some shot their hot load into my mouth and the ofter guys started pushing my down und their dick into my ass, without condom and shot their load into my ass i was very afraid all the time but i was also horny as fuck because of the situation and the forced loads in my ass The action lasted for at least a hour and I can't say how many loads I took, but the number was huge and when everyone put a load into my ass they left my alone there and it took my ten minutes to get up and dressed. i drove home and jerked off immediately About a month late I came down very sick, and upon being tested, learned I had converted. I had truly been pozzed at the party.

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 2 – Myles) Myles had never sucked a dick before. He felt so sick. Why did this happen to him. He was always a good guy. Always friendly to other people and now this misfortune happened. He missed his bus to Fresno and while hitch-hiking to his hometown he was now licking a dick at this very moment. “No stains on my jeans. Got that? I don’t want to run around outside with cum on my pants. If I cum, you gotta swallow it all. Do you understand that faggot?” I asked the boy, whose tongue was already exploring my piss slit. “Oh man… yeah… push your tongue into my piss slit, you fucking slut” I moaned. And the boy told me, he wouldn’t know how to suck. HA! I laid my right hand on the back of his head and stroked his hair softly. “You are talented in sucking dick, you know? Now swirl your tongue around my dick head. Make love to it. Imagine it is your girl friend. Do some french-kissing with it; I want to feel your lips around my cock. Let your tongue clean my pisser.” I ordered him. I heard him sobbing softly. “What’s the matter with you down there, aren’t you enjoying your job?” I asked him a bit moody. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head up. His mouth disengaged from my dick with a lout ‘Plop’. I looked down and saw several dark spots on my jeans. “You son of a bitch, is this your spit?” I freaked out. Myles didn’t reply. He had actually taken care, not to drool onto my cock or my jeans. While staring down at my pants I recognized those stains were only his teardrops. He was crying steadily. “Oh – just your tears. That’s okay bitch. Go on sucking me…. you are good, but start swallowing my cuntbasher. I want to feel your throat muscles give me a good massage and don’t drool on me, you cum addicted tart.” I told him and pressed his head down again using more force than before. He would regret it, if my jeans showed signs of his working. Myles swallowed his spit before talking my hard prick back into his mouth. He covered his teeth with his lips, like I had told him. The pressure on his lips was more painful for him, but for me it was quite a great blow job. He pushed his head deeper towards my crotch and started panting. He moaned things like ‘Oooooh’ or ‘Nooooo’. I couldn’t understand it, but I liked the way his throat vibrated with every tone. After a while I didn’t even had to push his head down anymore. I had both my hands at the steering wheel and enjoyed the sensation of this young guys tongue on my horny cock. We drove a while, when I stopped the car again. I pulled Myles from my cock and told him, he was giving good head, but I needed to fuck his face now to actually cum. He looked confused. “Don’t worry and open your door. Kneel next to the car” I commanded him. He started to cry even more. “Please, please don’t kill me. Pleaaaase…. I don’t want to…..” he whined. “Shut up, you idiot” I shouted out being extremely horny. “I told you, I will fuck your face now….. Open your gullet, you fucking whore and start kneeling there you stupid cuntface.” I went to the passenger’s side and used physical force to make him kneel before me. The view was shielded by my body and the open car door. Myles wailed loudly, but there was no one to help him. I slapped his face several times. I hit him so hard, that his head was flying from side to side. “Open your mouth!” I repeated myself loudly. Myles was still not convinced, but he tried to comply by parting his lips a little bit and I took the chance and pushed my hard member deep into his throat with one swift stroke. Of course he had no chance to keep my jeans clean this way. Soon he started coughing and spitting. I knew it and wasn’t actually mad, but I would still punish him, after shooting my dirty load into him. I showed no mercy and held his head by his ears while forcing myself into his mouth. I repeated myself quite often, that he should keep his mouth open. He knew he was supposed to accept my dick deep down in his throat but he had difficulties breathing and at least 4 times he even puked a little bit. I gave him some space to vomit and reminded him afterwards of his duties. After 15 minutes of hard face fucking I was moaning loudly. I didn’t tell him that I would unload soon. I simply drove my cock down to the hilt, buried it deep in his throat and let my balls fire the charged cum directly into his tummy. After my last shot I stepped aside and Myles fell on his arms and struggled heavily. I was satisfied with myself, but also with the lad. The moment he tried to get up I started punishing him for mucking up my pants. I slapped him on his face and on his ears. He tried to defend himself or at least hold his hands in front of his face, but he didn’t stand a chance. After two minutes of a good slapping I stopped the punishment. “Good job boy…. a very good job…..” I handed Myles a bottle of water and told him to drink and to wash his face a little bit. Then he had to get into the car again and we continued driving south – closer to the Mexican border…..

traindriver68: This story is written by the guy I fucked recently, and describes our most recent scene. You can see my response below. Hot chaser: This is a true account of a recent meet I had with a guy from BZ who I have met previously. We’d chatted online and met once at Scratchwood open space, where we had some safe fun with a bit of poz talk. I had opened up to him online about how much poz/neg play turned me on and how the talk got me hot and hard, but how I was scared of the consequences of actually carrying the fantasy into reality. For his part he had fed those fantasies, helped me open up to them more and more, encouraged me and also tempted me with the promise of pushing my limits, but not breaking them. If we met again, he wouldn’t do anything to harm me, but would make sure I had all the poz/neg talk I wanted. He told me he was undetectable, but enjoyed making out he wasn’t for the purpose of fulfilling my fantasies. I told him that if we met, I would likely chicken out unless he kept me poppered up and was somewhat dominant with me. Poppers always make me feel slutty and I usually respond with a slightly submissive attitude to a guy who takes charge. Td68: I'd been looking forward to this for ever. Everything was set. Chaser: So skip forward and I find myself outside his place in a nearby town, ready to take that plunge into all the dirty fantasies I had. I messaged him that I was outside and he quickly opened the door and let me in. He was already naked, and as we’d agreed, he told me to strip, which I did, right inside his front door. He pushed me down to my knees and told me to suck his hardening cock. I took it in my mouth, not allowing myself to think too much about the fact that this cock could be toxic. He could be lying about his undetectable status to stealth me. I didn’t think about it too much, but the little thoughts that crossed my mind caused my cock to stir. As I sucked him, he produced a bottle of poppers and held it under my nose, telling me to take big hits. I later found out that these were old formula poppers, strong and pure and they soon made me start deep-throating his big, thick, poz cock with no concern for my wellbeing. Td68: he was a neg hole who wanted poz cock. I was gonna make sure he got it. And those old style poppers did their magic and turned him into a virus seeking animal. Chaser: When he was hard he pulled me up and took me to his lounge, where bareback porn was playing on the big TV. A lucky guy was getting his hole filled at one end, and his mouth filled at the other. I wished I was that guy, and soon I was back on my knees, sucking and sniffing poppers. He kept telling me to suck his poz cock, how he was going to fuck me with it, asking if I wanted to be fucked like the twink on the screen, all of which had me moaning in anticipation of what was to come. I noticed lube and a condom on the table. I had brought condoms with me, but they were in my pocket, and that was by the front door. I could still use his though, if I wanted. Td68: yeah I had condoms, but no way did he want them. And i kept him poppered up and horned up so he kept wanting it. Chaser : We moved through into a bedroom, obviously not his as there were no sheets on the mattress, but lube and poppers available, but no condoms here. I knew that if he fucked me, he intended to do it bareback. He wanted to use my hole, and in my aroused state and flying high on the poppers, I wanted him to. I knew the risks, I knew what could happen, and at that moment I didn’t care. He sucked me. I was hard and horny, but I didn’t want this to be about me getting off. I knew I wouldn’t want to do as much if I came first, so I flipped over onto my front, allowing me easy access to the poppers and him easy access to my hole, which he began to eat. His beard scratched against the sensitive skin around my pre-loosened and cleaned out hole, but his tongue opened me up, teased me and made me wetter, looser and ready for his cock. By the time he finished eating me, I was ready to be fucked. I needed his cock in me and I was telling him that. I told him to fuck me with his poz cock, to stretch me and fill me up. Td68: I love rimming a hole deep before I fuck it. And I knew this guy was horned up by it. He was ready for poz cock, and wouldn't say no. Chaser: He wanted me on my back to start with, but I resisted, staying on my front. I didn’t want access to my cock and I wanted to feel trapped, to feel his weight on me. I guess I wanted to feel that he was in some way raping me, removing my responsibility for the irresponsible action I was about to enter into. Anyway, he obliged and I felt his cock at my hole, probing, searching, ready to fill me. I should mention that I have been preparing myself for this for weeks now. Cleaning out my hole regularly, fingering, using a small toy and using a large toy to open it and make it easy for somebody to get inside while causing me the minimum amount of pain. I’m not into pain and I don’t want to feel that agony of the first penetration when I’m not completely ready. It kills my mood and doesn’t do much for the top. I have now got to the point where I can take a D-Cell Maglite in my hole to a depth of about 6”. It’s not the depth that counts as much as the girth in this case. I know if I can take that, there are few cocks out there that will challenge me when I’m ready! Anyway, back to the bed, and his cock found its mark and he pushed into me, sinking all the way in on the first thrust! No pain for me, but joy for both of us as we realised my fantasy of his raw, poz cock being bare inside me for the first time! When he was sure I was taking it ok, he began to fuck me hole, telling me how he was filling me up, opening me, that he was bareback inside me, toxic, dangerous. I played my role perfectly, taking it like the submissive bottom I am, and even begging him to fuck me. Well nearly. To begin with I asked him to wait, not to fuck me, not to cum in me, not to do it. I told him I was scared. I wanted it but I didn’t want to be poz, I needed it but couldn’t do it… He reassured me and eventually I became that submissive bottom, begging to be fucked, begging to be pozzed, even begging for his load. I could feel my hard cock rubbing against the bare mattress. The sensation was making me even more horny, teasing me, heightening my arousal, but not bringing me closer to getting off my own load! Td68: I loved the feeling of being on top of him but I wanted to see his face, to kiss him deep so we were connected physically at both ends of the opening into his sweet, vulnerable and neg insides. I didn't want him coming too soon because I wanted to sit on that monster fucking meat of his. Chaser: He flipped me over, putting me on my back and lifting my legs onto his shoulders. His cock found its mark again and he was now able to fuck me and look into my eyes, seeing the equal amounts of terror and desire on my face, knowing I was his bitch, there to be bred and take his seed! On my back I was able to touch my cock. I knew what would happen, but I was so aroused I needed to cum badly. I began to play with myself. He encouraged me, seeing how horny I was and knowing, I think, that it would distract me from what he was doing – fucking my raw, vulnerable hole with his hard, toxic cock! I so needed to cum, but he pulled out and lay back on the bed. I knew he wanted me to fuck him, we had discussed it online before meeting. He knew that I don’t normally top, that it doesn’t do it for me for a number of reasons, but today I couldn’t help myself! I slid into his soft, velvety hole, and he took me without a murmur of pain! Clearly he has been preparing too! And so I fucked him, deep and hard, with a primal urge to unload my seed, to cum, to reproduce. The most basic urge of any man, and it had a hold of me like never before, and when I came it was one of the most intense experiences of my entire adult life! Td68: I knew his cock was so big that it would rough up my insides and I'd bleed a little. It didn't hurt, I was amazed, I was so turned on. I took every fucking inch and his face got redder and redder. He was actually begging and crying to cum and eventually I let him unload what felt like a bucket of cum in me. Then I flipped him over, pinned him down and fucked him some more before he could say no. He kissed me deeply as I plowed that neg hole. Chaser : I don’t think he came in me. Honestly, this is a true account, but some of it is now a little hazy. The poppers and the intensity of the emotions and physical sensations I felt have blurred some detail. Everything I have put is true, but there are details missed, such as what happened to his cum. I honestly can’t tell you. But I’m mailing this to him and I want him to fill in the blanks. To add his perspective, to correct my mistakes and to tell you all what a dirty slut I was! There is another reason I’m sending this to him. I want to do it again. I keep revisiting that evening in my head and I want to revisit it for real. I want to get naked for him inside his front door. I want to be high on those amazing poppers again, and I want to be fucked by him again. I’m scared still. I still don’t want to be poz, but I need that feeling again. Please? Traindriver68: Oh yes baby, we will do it again. And again. You can see this hot slut bugchaser and I had a great time. Not only did I get my raw poz cock in him, dripping my poz pre-cum into him, I turned him on so much he was almost insatiable for poz cock. I wanted to get my poz arse juices into his piss slit too, so I sat on his dick. This guy is so conflcited. He wants the bug, he wants the poz juice. He loves the mindgame and when he blew his load inside me it was after telling him how much he was getting my poz arse juices into his big pisslit and cock head, and how tops could pick it up too. Was I undetectable? Well I could have been lying and might be toxic. Did I cum in him? Well, not this time. Am I undetectable? Well, lets just say I was that time but I'm thinking there will be enough of a meds holiday for next time for me to be toxic. He's taken the first step, fucking raw with an undetectable guy. He thinks its safe now, wants the bug but wants me undetectable too. Some mates of mine who are poz and highly toxic will load my hole just before he arrives so this horny fucker plunges into my manhole next time with the risk of three toxic strains, not just one. And I know when I tell him that as I enter him it will drive him fucking crazy! After all, its only a matter of time before chasing gets you that bug, right? Thats how it was with me.

I was in a dark room the other day, and somehow I managed to have a circle of three guys with hard cocks ready to go. 1. So there it went. The first guy dumped a load quickly while I was sucking guy in front and I took the cock of the third guy in my hand, just to make sure he didn't feel neglected and wander off. 2. Then I turned around and the guy I had been sucking began fucking me, coming in no time. Meanwhile the guy I had been handjobbing was now feeding my mouth. 3. And lastly the guy remaining proceeded to very quickly fill my cum drenched guts. I think it all happened in about five minutes, but it could have been quicker!

Everyone should reevaluate the narrow preferences we have. In my thirties I had a wider span of interest than most, but I still ruled certain people out. I knew it was stupid and I was right. I had some great sex with people outside of that span.I even think they were better than the hotties because they appreciated ti more. Hotties can be very stuck on themselves. Age, weight, hairy or smooth. None of that means anything when it comes to sexual pleasure. Try it. You will see.

FT. LAUDERDALE - Had a 22 yr old local that has been trying to tag team a bottom with me for a long time. Finally we were in the same area and there was a willing cumdump that I've bred many times before that agreed to take both our loads. So I pulled up to the apartment building first and waiting on the other top. He arrived and the bottom told us to come on in. He sucked both of our cocks. The 22 year old was sexy and had a nice uncut dick. The bottom asked who wanted to go first and the 22 year old did after I lubed up the sluts hole with my spit. He fucked him for 3 or 4 minutes then let me have a turn. The cumdump felt really good! I blew a load in him not too long after and eagerly watched the younger guy slide in. I was very turned on and my dick never went soft. I wanted to nut again so when the other top pulled out for a minute I worked my way back in. I nutted in the slut again! The other top slid back in and added his load. The bottom asked me to go back in him and push the other guys load further inside so I obliged. Went home, got back on Grindr (where we had arranged this soiree) and neither of them were online. I sent the top a message saying "Hope you enjoyed yourself." This morning I woke up to this reply "Yes I did but now you need to fuck me! Wow" Haha. Looks like I'll be breeding a little stud soon and I'll share the details!

Caught up with my 2 fuckbuds from the gym today. Hadn't seen them in quite a while. Ended up with 3 loads in my ass and gave a load to each of them. God afternoon of great fucking.

Will never forget. Was a bored and curious 19 (4 years ago) year old on Craigslist and clicking on the 'men seeking men' section opened up a new world for me. So many men looking for sex and I wanted a piece of the action too. Especially as an avid gay porn viewer. I set up my listing as a 'virgin chub bottom looking for his first time'. Got turned on by a couple of listings, but didn't connect with any of them for whatever reason. I tried a second time and my eyes completely were glued to a 40 something year old top with a really thick cock. We exchanged details and he asked what I wanted to do for my first time and I let him know that I just wanted to try oral first. He agreed and we met up the next day. He parked right in front of my house made our way to my room (parents were away) and told me to just get naked. I was a little shocked at first, but didn't mind. It's sex after all! He noticed my enticed look on my eyes when I grabbed hold of his cock and asked if I've been wanting to do this for a while which I agreed. We made our way to the bed where he laid down and I performed amateur oral on him. It was my first time after all! Eventually he had me lay on my stomach to grind his cock against my hole. I'm sure I opened up for him quite nicely as he begun to slide in his cock as we laid side to side. He had me turn over on my back and lift my legs in the air, rubbing spit on his cock and my hole to stick his thick cock fully inside of me. It felt weird at first, but it was good. I closed my eyes and wrapped my legs around his torso as he barebacked me. He eventually finished off on my stomach so he didn't breed me fully, but I'm sure some of his precum did dribble in my ass.

Met a top guy (Peter) off BBRT near where I live. There is a large area of woods near where I live and for various reasons I could accommodate, but we agreed to meet in the woods for an outdoor fuck. I cycled the two miles to the woods and down a track in them. I noticed his blue Nissan in the car park and so my anticipation was rising when I saw him at the agreed fallen down tree. He was all that he said he was, slim, fit and 60ish, but not looking his age. The weather was hot and so he was wearing a Polo shirt and shorts like myself. It didn't take long for me to be in my knees with his thick 7" cock sliding down my throat. I love to get a cock as far down my throat as I can, with my nose against a stomach the aim...something I achieved with him, much to his pleasure if his moans were anything to go by. I had my BIKE jock on under my shorts and soon I was wearing nothing else. He got me to go on my hands and knees and really went to town on my cunt with his mouth and tongue...mmn a truly delicious experience as I sniffed my FIST poppers; I always have a big bottle as I like to get totally wasted on poppers...something he was encouraging me to do. He confirmed that I wanted it bareback, and with my poppered up "oh yeah" he slipped his cock into my hungry hole and started to really pound my cunt with deep thrusts. As he was fucking me, he started to talk on his mobile..."Yes, come on down darling, the slag is genuine and I have my cock deep up his cunt as we speak". As I took another sniff of poppers he asked if I'd mind if his friend also joined us...well I was more than happy, particularly when he said that his friend was Versatile Top. Soon I felt his presence and looked up to see him kneeling down in front of me with his large black cock hard and standing up out of his jeans, and my lips closed over it with gusto!! Well Peter and his friend (Jake) gave me a really good spit-roast all the while telling me how they were going to breed me proper by fillng my cunt with their cum...Peter soon shot his load in me, oinking like a pig as he thrust his cock balls deep as he dumped his load in me. Jake immediately took his place and I felt his 6", but very thick cock, slide in my lubed up hole. Jake went at me hammer and tongs and as I licked Peter's cock clean I was told that Jake had only been in the UK for three weeks having arrived from Nigeria in late July and was highly toxic...did I want his load??? This was asked as I could tell Jake was close to coming and he leant forward and whispered in my ear, "...take my high viral and very toxic load bitch, because that's what white slags like you are for..." and with that he grunted, I said "fuck YES, poz me up" and I had a second load dumped deep in my cunt. I cleaned him off and they both just left and told me to get in touch again for another breeding session. When I got home, I had a cummy wet patch in my shorts and I saw that they had written a message on my arse cheeks, 'cunt 4 poz'...oh yes that's what my cunt is for.

Hey guys I'm a noob but love sex like any man. I wrote this experience up hope you like it. If you like my writing let me know I'll write more.... Joshie I hadn’t had sex in over a year. My wife and I are just living two separate professional lives. Late 20’s totally good looking business professional. 5-10 fair blonde dark green eyes couldn’t grow a beard if I tried. Just in a relationship that has gone totally dead, my body was craving hot sex, as any young man would. I had been dreaming of sex incessantly and believe me as a man had made the decision to act. I have had encounters with men before, because lets just face it guys know sex is sex. I didn’t care really bi, gay straight I needed to shoot. I ended up meeting this guy from craigslist, Gabriel. We were both in unique situations but I get the feeling he definitely was more into the scene than I was. He was a good looking latino guy mid 30’s. 5’8’’ We met at his house and I noticed how frigging clean it was. I was in my suit and as I was nervous looking at his clean house I could totally tell he was undressing me with his eyes. I was taller than him and he just looked at me and placed his hand on my dress pants right over my cock where I started to instantly get hard. I had my blazer off and he started kissing me passionately. He took my tie off as he was pressing his hand on my chest and said, get comfortable as he motioned near the bed. I was down to my jockey boxer briefs and he had me laying on the bed upright in-between my legs. He loved my chest and kept touching my smooth body and nipples. He started mouthing my cock through my black jockey briefs. He asked me if I was straight as he took my socks off and I said why, he replied you’re wearing jockeys (you know the tight fitting boxer briefs). Before I knew it he had my whole cock in his mouth. He looked up directly looking at me in the eyes making sure I was in pleasure. I just put my arms up and let him do what he wanted as he took me inch by inch. You’ve got a perfect cock he whispered. I just remained quiet as I enjoyed him deep throating my cock without gagging. He then moved to my ass. I was like bro what are you doing (not a bottom at all, nor do I like anything up my ass) or so I thought. He just smiled and said relax. He started licking my hole. I was like holy man as I groaned from surprising pleasure. It was such hot chemistry he was down there five minutes working his magic with his tongue and came up and started making out with me after. I couldn’t believe I was making out with a man that had just been eating my ass out but I loved the taste. He was totally naked at this point and I could see pre-cum dripping from his cock I could care less as I was selfishly in this for my pleasure and he seemed to be in tune. He pulled me on top of him and we naturally assumed a missionary like position. He kept touching my chest and loving my deep kissing. He begged, “I want you to fuck me”. I questioned do you have any condoms and he said, no not on him. He opened a drawer that had lube but no condoms. He grabbed it out. I asked him if he was sure he wanted to take me inside him. He nodded and he took the lube and doused my cock in it. Something hot about someone rubbing you up. He cupped his hands with the lube and started at my head and erotically lubed up my shaft. I remember looking at him straight in the eyes and he said I was fucking hot. I could care a less, i just wanted to take control of the situation. Screw the condoms I thought I don’t think either of us wanted a “next time”. I told him it had been a while since I’d been with a dude and to guide my hard cock. I couldn’t believe how hard I was. He took my lubed 7.5 cut cock and guided me to his point of entry. I started to push gently and I saw him grimmace surprised as I didn’t mean to hurt him I calmly told him relax it’s just the head (from past experiences with girls and guys). I have a huge mushroom head and he quickly groaned in pleasure as my shaft entered the rest of him. It was so fucking hot as I was completely almost all the way it. His ass greedy held on to my cock as if he didn’t want me to retract. I slowly started pumping him and his face was fixed in ecstasy. On the bed our stark contrasts made a silhouette of two men in full blown breeding. My milky white skin on top of his brown tan fit body covered in these latin american tattoos. It was like the college boy was taking charge, of a bad boy that craved cock. My hips began to go in and out faster and he moaned as he placed his hands on my ass. “Fuck me, bro he said.” I asked him if he liked my cock and he said please don’t stop. In between plowing him I would slow down and kiss him romantically as he begged for me to resume fucking him as hard as I could. I would pull my cock out almost all the way to my head and thrust it all back in at once repeating in a momentum of pleasure. I maintained missionary position. He was very tight, warm and moist inside, the perfect feeling I didn’t want to give up. In about 15 minutes nature was taking its course as I felt I was ready to cum and I started tensing up in prerequisite to spread my seed. He was hard as a rock and hadn’t even touched himself. I said in a low voice, “you want my seed man in your ass, I’m ready to cum?” He begged yes, please cum inside me. I reaffirmed are you sure? He nodded, and said fuck yes I’m sure as if there was never a doubt in the world. I shot my load as I had my whole cock was in his ass. It felt like I drained for over two minutes. My load had been building for so long and there we were my sweaty milky white body shivering as my load shot into his ass, I totally dumped everything I had. He moaned man your cum feels so good in my whole. After my orgasm I stayed in side him and kissed him and gently pulled out. He was already covered in his own cum. He said, let me get you a towel. I got pieces of my suit and got dressed and asked to use his bathroom. He totally got dressed as we both got ready to go back to work. I totally was thinking to myself what the hell was I thinking? Some hot latin man covered in tattoos I just passionately fucked. What was I thinking as I urinated in the bathroom and could smell his scent on me? I said hey later man as he and I exited the bedroom. I asked if he did this all the time and he said hell no, he had kids. I really don’t know if he was telling the truth I really didn’t care. I asked, “you are going to go take care of my load?” He smiled and said he wanted my seed inside of his ass for a while. I was like whatever bro, glad you enjoyed it. He asked for my number and I told him my life was to complicated to stay in touch. He shook his head and I left going back to work. That was one interesting afternoon he just watched me drive away as I got in my truck. My appetite for sex quelled and really shocked how I had enjoyed such a unique barebacking experience…. just hope no one noticed his smell on me at work. You know the smell of sex, ass, cum all mixed together but hell I don’t regret it….

love bottom making alot of fuck noise and telling me my cock is thick

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

Just so everyone is clear on this: This is fiction. It didn't happen. The only part that is true is up to, and including the scene where I take 2 loads from tops of unknown status. Also, I'm almost certainly still neg. Only taken one semi-anon load since my last negative test. Recently I breached the latest frontier of my sexual odyssey. The journey had started many years before when I sucked my first cock. I loved it and gloried in the taste of another man's semen. I sucked every dick that any horny man would stick in my mouth, but resisted getting my ass fucked for years. Initially I was afraid of pain, then, AIDS had appeared on the scene, so out of fear of infection, I stopped sucking dick for a few years. Then one night I had a few too many drinks and found myself on my knees in gay bar's restroom getting my mouth fucked. He wanted my ass and I said yes, but use a condom. He agreed and soon I was introduced to the joy of getting my butt fucked. I loved it even more than sucking dick. I diligently required condoms and asked every guy what their HIV status was. I refused to bend over for poz tops, but took every wrapped, neg cock offered, usually having the top feed me his cum from the rubber and chewing on it, savoring the taste of my ass. One night a top came over to fuck me. I have no idea where it came from, but I asked him if he wanted a condom. He said no, he wanted me raw. I bent over, he slid his bare cock in me and I was instantly converted to a bareback bitch. I stopped carrying condoms with me and threw all the ones in my apartment in the garbage. I continued to ask tops their status and refused poz guys. Late one night, again with a lot of alcohol in me, I took loads from two tops without asking their status. I'd had so much to drink, I just forgot (yeah, sure) and didn't discover it until looking at the emails later. Sure enough, soon I was taking every load offered, no questions asked. I'd never taken a completely anonymous load till one night I was in a bathhouse getting reamed in the black room with no words spoken. I still refused loads from tops who volunteered they were poz, had a biohaz tattoo or looked gaunt or ill. After work one day I stopped by an adult store and sucked a couple of dicks and swallowed their loads. I sat stroking my cock when the door on the next booth banged. A man faced the gloryhole, unzipped and hauled out a very large, beautiful cock. Soon I had it fully erect and plunging in and out of my mouth. After a bit he pulled out and stood stroking. His hand pushed his t-shirt up and I saw a biohazard tattoo. I swallowed and was a bit queasy. I really wanted him in my ass but couldn't make myself knowingly take a poz load. I was well aware that, as many anon loads as I'd taken, I had to have gotten more than a few poz loads, but I couldn't do it intentionally. I motioned for him and he pushed forward just enough for me to barely lick the head. My stomach flipped as I tasted precum and I realized I'd just eaten virus. Enough, I had to have that lovely prick in me, poz or not. I turned around, pressed my ass against the hole and spread my cheeks. He wallowed the head against my asshole, smearing it with precum. I moaned, knowing that if his viral load was high I'd just gotten HIV virus in me. My cock was fully erect and I realized I wanted him to shoot a poison load of jizz in me. I moaned again and almost shot my load when he pushed his length into me. I knew that from then on, while I'd take loads from neg guys, I would actively seek out poz cum, especially, high vl cum. All too soon, that lovely deathstick stabbed in deep and shuddered. I felt a warm, wet feeling in my ass as he filled me with toxic semen. My cock squirted a thick stream across the booth as I realized that I could die from the fuck I'd just gotten. He slid out of me after a bit and I sat down. The cock came back through the hole and I took it in my mouth, savoring the taste of cum and my ass. He zipped up and his hand came through the hole with a card bearing a phone number and email address. I took it knowing I'd taken the next step towards infection. When I got home I changed my profiles on the personal sites I used. My HIV status became unknown and my preferred partners poz. The next Saturday night I went to the sleaziest bathhouse in town and got a room. I wrote "neg bottom taking loads, poz preferred" and my room number. I don't remember exactly, but at least 8 guys fucked me. Two of them were very verbal and went into great length about how they were knocking me up, pozzing me, infecting me. This phase went on for over a year. I took who know hows many loads, mostly poz and some from several high vl tops, but kept testing neg. I had gone from terrified of HIV to actively yearning to be infected. About a year ago I saw an ad on bbrt from a poz top who said he'd do whatever it took to infect a bugchaser. One night he came over to do the deed. He had a stiff toothbrush with him and scrubbed my asshole and rectum with it. Then he fingered me with his long nails and talked about how he was cutting me up. He took a syringe out and filled it with his blood, slid the needle into the big vein on my arm and taped it to my forearm. I was trembling with fear and need when his rigid cock stabbed into my ass. He talked constantly while doing all this about how he was infecting me and that he had an extremely virulent strain. Finally he shoved in, spewed his deathseed into me, and collapsed onto me. "Now to make sure you die. Push the plunger and inject my poison blood into your vein." I put two fingers on the plunger, but couldn't do it. Finally, he growled, covered my fingers with his and shoved the plunger in. I retched and had the most intense orgasm ever. It was done; I was infected for sure. A couple of weeks later I had a bad case of the flu, the fuck flu I knew. I advertised on bbrt and breeding zone and soon my cock was plunging into a young man who was begging for me to knock him up. "Pozzing your ass, faggot!", I growled as I shot my deadly seed in him. I got an email from him a few weeks later saying that he was poz and thanking me for my gift. I realized that it was a deeply satisfying feeling, knowing I'd just infected a man. I kept ads up on a couple of hardcore chasing sites and succeeded in infecting at least 7 willing bottoms who begged me for my gift. I never initiated contact or actively searched for victims; I let them come to me. I never fucked anyone who didn't ask for it. Then one night I was horny and could find no willing victims and all my usual bottoms were otherwise engaged. I said, fuck it, anybody that takes anon loads is asking for the bug. Soon I was at the bathhouse fucking my toxic jizz into a boy in the blackroom, no words spoken. I was off and running. For the next several months I kept to this pattern. I fucked any neg bottom that asked for the bug and any bottom that took my cock without any discussion of status. I knew tops who stealth pozzed guys but refused to do it myself. Although I never volunteered it, I always disclosed my status when asked. Then one day I saw an ad from a really hot bottom. My cock throbbed, I really wanted to fuck this kid. Just turned 18; never took it raw. He said he was neg and planned to stay that way. I emailed him offering to fuck him, offering to wrap it, and he turned me down. He said he never played with poz guys, safe or not. I sighed, he was gorgeous and I wanted him bad. Oh well, other fish in the sea. But I couldn't forget about him. I jerked off thinking about how much I wanted to fuck his cute little ass. I shot especially hard when I thought about infecting him. One night I was trolling for ass in Hollywood when I noticed this cute 30-something guy eyeing me. He kept glancing at me, especially at my cock, but moved away whenever I got close to him. I thought, fuck it boy, if you want it, come get it. I went to the queer room, sat down, took my cock out and stroked it hard. After wandering in and out a couple times, eyes locked on my dick, the guy sat down a couple of seats away from me and took out his dick. He kept shooting nervous little glances at my dick. I moved over to the seat next to him and looked him in the eye. He wouldn't make eye contact but locked his gaze on my cock. I reached for his cock and stroked it. He moaned and turned his head towards me. With my free hand I took his head and pulled his mouth to mine. He moaned again as we made out and his cock oozed precum. I didn't want him to shoot so soon so I released his cock, took his hand in mine and moved it to my shaft. I felt the wedding ring on his finger. "I want to fuck you." "I don't know, I don't want it to hurt. I've never had anything in my ass." " I'll be gentle, I won't hurt you." "Well, ok, but use a condom." "Sorry, never use them. You want my cock, you take it bare." "I don't know about that, I'm married." "It's ok, I'm clean, just got tested a couple of weeks ago." This was absolutely true. I was clean, took a shower not 3 hours ago. And I had gotten tested recently. I omitted the fact that the test showed that I was HIV positive with a very high viral load. But, what the hell, if the guy was stupid enough to take anybody's word for it he was bound to get infected sooner or later. I decided then and there that I was tired of games, I wanted his ass and was going to have it. "On your knees; suck my dick. Now!" He scrambled to the floor and swallowed my cock. He couldn't suck dick worth a shit but I didn't care. It was his butt I wanted. He was going to go home to wifey with my toxic load in his ass, HIV viruses working their way in his bloodstream and all over his doomed body. After a bit I'd had enough of amateurish gobbling. I grabbed him by the hair and pulled his mouth off my cock and to my mouth. He was trembling and moaning as my tongue raped his het mouth. "Stand up, drop your pants and bend over the back of the chair." He did so and I knelt and licked his ass. I thought he was going the shoot his load as he felt my tongue in his virgin asshole; undoubtably the first time a tongue had been there. I reached into my pocket, pulled out a tube of lube and worked it into his hole with my fingers. I also used my nails to scratch his asshole and rectum so my poison jizz would be sure to find it's way into his bloodstream. Standing up, I guided my rigid, oozing cock to its target. I wallowed the head around his rosebud, smearing it with its first taste of virus. The poor, doomed hubby moaned and pushed back against me, taking the first inch of me into his hungry, unsuspecting asshole. I shoved hard and slid in balls deep. He squealed and his asshole convulsed around my dick. I wanted the fuck to last, so I stopped deep in him. He shuddered and pushed back against me; looks like I had just created a cockslut. After resting a bit I started stroking in and out. As befits a virgin he was nice and tight. My cock was in heaven, the lovely sensation of his hungry anus gripping my cock heightened by the knowledge that I was infecting him and that he would take it home and infect his wife. I hoped she was fucking another guy on the side and that she'd spread the bug further. I couldn't take much more bliss; I picked up the pace, ramming in and out hard and fast. Finally I shoved hard and deep and squirted a weeks worth of HIV infected bug juice deep in the poor doomed bitch's guts. "Take it, bitch! Take my load!" I grabbed his cock and he squirted his last neg load onto the floor. I shuddered as my dick twitched and my balls emptied into my victim. After I stopped shooting I stayed in him, keeping my bug juice in to do it's work. After a few minutes I felt myself losing my hard on. I pulled a tissue out of my pocket and pushed in against his hole as my dick slipped out. "I'm pushing a tissue into your ass so the cum won't run out onto your underwear." "Thanks, wouldn't want my wife to find them with the seat soaked with your cum." "Wait as long as you can to take a shit. That'll minimize the chance of any bleeding." It would also maximize the chance of infecting the clueless boob, but I didn't see any reason to mention that. "Ok, thanks and thanks for fucking me. I had no idea it would feel so good. Cumming while feeling your cock fill my ass with cum was amazing." "You're welcome. Always glad to give a gift and spread pleasure around." Not to mention giving the Gift that keeps on giving, at least until it kills him, and spreading the Bug. I wiped my cock with my hand and licked it. Cum, assjuice and, sure enough, a little coppery taste. He was bleeding a bit, my babies were for sure already in his bloodstream. I'd just taken the latest step; I was a fully paid up stealth Gifter. Now to plan how to fuck and infect the 18 year old.

I wish looks didn't matter, but everyone has their preferences unfortunately. I wish it was just as simple as "You're a top, I'm a bottom and 400 feet away let's meet up!"

Part 8: A dirty dozen, that was my goal, to bury my Wreckin-AIDs-Bone in at least a dozen of these uppity, white, moneyed, high-society asses. A dirty dozen pussy holes filled with POZ thug nutt. A dirty dozen faggies used, abused, and discarded – just the way pussy bottoms should be – or hell pussy tops too. The party the two daddies had invited me to as my debut to NYC’s finest, was being held in the fanciest house/penthouse I had ever seen outside of a movie. The place was full of the gay elite, all dressed in high end clothes, all drinking only the finest booze, all eating the finest food and consuming the best other goodies their money could provide. What about me? Well I’m a young, skinny thug who is a dirty freak with a body caked in dirt and grime from being homeless, and the dried ass juices of my rape conquests. So back to my count. 12. The last load may not be as large, but it will be twice as potent, sort of like one of those science experiments in high school where you watch the glass beaker as the dirty bits settle to the bottom. Number 12 will be like that. The most potent, distilled, chunky bits of my AIDs virus. 12 - that’s like what? Olympic gold medal worthy for pussy beating and breeding? HA! #1 was daddy #2 – the ‘top daddy’ – fucking yeah right. He loved being my slut bitch and took my raw dick like a champ. #2 was Mateo – the ‘other’ son – the maid’s boy. Hot little, Latin peach ass; his light cocoa cheeks slurped my charged load. Did he fight me a little? Yeah but he wanted it. Now to consider #3-12. Hmmm… the party had now degenerated into an all out fuck-fest and reminded me of the ABS. There was ass, dick, and whatever the fuck hanging and banging all over the place, yet some of these queens were still giving me the evil eye and I could still hear the occasional, condescending whisper. Time to outline my pozzing strategy. Basically it comes down to conquer the top of the faggy food chain and work my way through the ranks. I planned to fucking rape and bust my dirty load in the handsomest guy there. You know how this type of crowd is? They all got money and when you talking that level of cash, ain’t much to diss about, so then it’s about the looks. It was easy to pick out the top dawg in this pound. He was a total model, GQ, all-American, GI Joe, whateva the fuck, while I was probably the ugliest fucker in the place. But like I said – ugly don’t mean shit when you got a 10-inch dick of death like mine! Ha! Before I taught that dawg his lesson, I flopped my big black dick out through the zipper in my jeans and took a casual stroll through the penthouse in full swagger. I smoked a cigarette as I eyed all the action, and let them eye my drippy, toxic monster. A few bitches were in such heat they tried to grab and snag my dick, but I made it clear I was the one who decided who got fucked and when, not the other way around. Back in the main living area my target was bent over and taking some little dicked fucker in his ass. They giggled, he pulled off the dick, they switched, and he started to fuck the other guy. He and his minions sounded like a bunch of girls out shopping for purses the way they were talking – not some freaks serious about sex and nutt. He was lucky I’m a good man. I could have easily spiked his drink or something, knocked him out and had my way – but I wanted him to know what he was getting and for others to see him submit to me – to bow and worship the superior black god! “SUCK MY DICK!” I bellowed like a bull as I plowed through the outer edges of the minion gaggle. My target paused, looked at me, sneered, and ignored me. Big mistake. I walked up him, the dude cowered a little, his sneer less sure now and I snorted smoke out my nose and bellowed again, “SUCK MY DICK!” He paused and turned with a smirk ready to make some caddy comment when my right fist flashed out and gave him a light thug tap on the side of the face. That stopped his mouth. The guy he was fucking ran like a fox was in the hen house, and my target’s eyes got wide in shock and fear. “SUCK MY DICK,” I said in a the voice of a true BBC Master and without almost realizing it he dropped to his knees, opened that faggy mouth, and let me in. “TASTE THAT POZ DRIBBLE, CHOKE ON THAT FUCKIN AIDS BONE,” I told him as some of those watching gasped and stood back, while others inched closer. That’s called separating the herd. This bull planned to mount those heifers that were trying to run, so I fixed their faces in my mind and could already picture my AIDs coursing through their infected white asses. Back to my current conquest. “OPEN THAT FUCKING THROAT, SPIT MY SHIT UP YOU COCK SUCKING FAGGOT – THAT’S IT – SLURP IT TO THE HILT – WORK THAT TONGUE – FUCK YEAH YOU GOT THOSE BIG SUCKING LIPS, LIKE PUSSY LIPS, WET AND PINK. STAND THE FUCK UP SO I CAN INSPECT THAT HOLE.” With spit and precum dribbling down his chin he stood up looking dazed, confused, and struggling with what was happening. Before he had time to consider further I pushed him face first into the couch, jumped on his lower back so my left leg was holding him down, and with my right hand started clawing at his ass hole, scratching it up and getting it primed. I gave an evil smile to the guys watching, held up my now red coated fingers, and with more gasps urging me on, swung back around, spread his legs, then dropped down onto that winking pucker and raped the son of a bitch good. As I grabbed the back of the couch with both hands, trapping my victim and impaling him deeper on my raw dick, I told him exactly what was to come, “RIPPING THAT FAG PUSSY UP WITH MY BLACK DICK – BUSTING YOU OPEN – MAKING YOU KNOW WHAT A REAL MOTHA-FUCKIN DICK FEELS LIKE! I FEEL THAT INNER HOLE TRYING TO HOLD ME BACK, WHAT – YOU THINK YOU CAN FUCKING STOP ME? YEAH CRY FOR ME BITCH – FEEL ME PUNCH THROUGH, FIND THOSE GUTS – OPEN THAT SHITTER UP. TIME TO MARK THAT ASS, BREED IT WITH MY AIDS NUTT, WRECK THAT HOLE RIGHT – HERE IT FUCKING COMES – YOU READY? NO THE FUCK YOU AIN’T BUT YOU’RE GETTING IT ANYWAYS – RIGHT – THE – FUCK – NOW!!!” #3 down, #4 I caught as he tried to back away from me down a hallway. I mounted him right there. His cries and begging let the whole fucking party know his tight hole was broken and open for business. This was an angry fuck. He was one of the heifers that tried to run and had to be taught; you don’t run from the bull. You push that hole out and get mounted however the fuck I want. I lit a cigarette and moved on, swaggered my stride –and looked down at the remnants of his cherry pie hole coating my dick. HA! I was like the Trojan Horse at Troy. I was a creeper. I sneak in during the dark of night and what you saw on the outside – my 10-inch BBC – was only part of the surprise – it was what came pouring out from the inside that was deadly. As I blew my AIDs nutt in him I had cum extra hard thinking about how it would ravage his pretty looks and turn him into a skin and bones fucker like me. It didn’t take long for my balls to churn up another poisonous load and my dick stiffened as I realized I was making my own zombie army – a penthouse of the walking dead, they just didn’t know it yet. #5 was some THROT. He was not one of the ones that ran away, and his ass took me too easy, but when he started begging with, ‘fuck me with that prison dick,’ ‘jail house fuck me’, that just pissed me off so I had to get extra rough for him talking dumb shit. WTF is wrong with folks thinking all black youngins been in jail or have been rolled up like that? #6 was a shy, submissive, little fucking cheater bitch. I had seen him lurking in the shadows, furtively glancing, trying to hide and watch at the same time. But then he would dart away as some older white dude would enter the room. I came across them once as the older guy was fucking him and bitch had a look of total boredom, but his eyes lit the fuck up when my beefy charcoal steak stepped within inches of his face. Next time I saw him I double stepped quick and just before he darted back down a hall I whispered as I got next to him, “WANNA FEEL ME DEEP IN YOUR PUSSY?” He nodded. I shoved him into the first unlocked room I found. We were in a bedroom that it looked like guests had been dumping their clothes and stuff in. I made sure we were alone, locked the door, turned on the lights and chuckled as this little white bitch cowered in front of me. Fuck that made my shit hard! “WANNA FEEL ME DEEP IN YOUR PUSSY?” I asked again. He nodded, swallowed, and then seemed to change his mind and tried to dart past me to the door while babbling how his boyfriend would kill him if he found out. I snatched his arm, easily dragged his little faggy ass to the bed and threw him on it. “YOU’RE GONNA TAKE ME DEEP IN YOUR PUSSY,” I told him as I pushed his legs back, pinning his ankles by his shoulders and exposing his tight hole. He mouthed NO, NO, NO over and over as his eyes got wider and wider to match the stretching of his bussy. Once his ass ring had been stretched to the max and I started to break it down, his eyes rolled back, he dug into my shoulders with his fingernails and started to slobber and beg, “Fuck me with your nicca dick. I need that dark dick deep. Fuck me nicca - oh my fucking God that feels so good – deeper, fuck me…nicca oh Christ!” I had to chuckle, yeah its always the shy quiet ones that when you bang their ass their freak comes out. I rolled him back so he was bent like a pretzel and straddled that busted hole that was now dripping red, pink, and white froth. I eased out, slammed down in and bounced using the flex of the bed to give me a boost and as I took the faggy’s ass said, “WHO’S ASS IS THAT NOW FAGGOT? THAT’S RIGHT MINE! WHO’S PUSSY IS THAT NOW? THAT’S RIGHT, THIS TOP NICCA’S. YOU NOTHING BUT A NICCA’S BITCH – SLAVE TO YOUR NICCA MASTER – WHIP YOUR PUSSY WITH MY BLACK ROPE, FUCK YOU WITH THIS NICCA BULL DICK, RAPE YOU GOOD WITH MY AIDS BONE!!” I bounced up and down and side to side and dug his shit out. Tears streamed out of his now shut eyes as I sent him to world’s of ecstasy his boyfriend never could or would. “THAT’S RIGHT – JUICY ASS FOR MY BULL DICK – YOU FUCKING CUM DUMP SLAVE, GIVING IT TO YOUR NICCA MASTER. GONNA BREED THAT PUSSY DEEP WITH MY NUTT – HERE I GO BABY, PLEASE YOUR NICCA MASTER – SACRIFICE THAT HOLE TO YOUR NICCA – ANOTHER WHITE FAGGOT NOTCH IN MY BELT – FUCKING BREEDING YOU – UUUUGGGHHH!!!” I had to catch my breath a minute after that hella good nutt. The guy’s chest was heaving, not sure what for as I did all the fucking work, but made me smile and I smiled even wider when I looked down and saw a fresh coating of ass stains on my jeans from his shredded hole. I lifted his legs back up like I was changing a diaper and was satisfied that he was marked good – inside and out. I held him like that, grabbed a belt, some shirts, and took a minute to truss him up like a farm animal at the county fair. He started to say something and I shut him up by jamming someone’s dirty underwear in his mouth. I stood back, lit a cigarette, and opened the door. As I walked down the hall two other predators who had been lurking outside the bedroom stepped in and I could hear the guy’s grunts as they began to use his nutted hole too. #7 was almost the opposite as it was the top who asked me to mount his husband as he said he wanted to get into rougher kink and tag team sessions, but his husband always said no. He also indicated his husband was a bit of a racist who always turned up his nose to anyone darker than white copier paper. I blazed a trail rough and quick down that shit chute as the husband fought and hollered to no avail much to the top’s delight who continued the rough fuck once I had nutted – pushing my POZ nutt around and using it as lube up his husband’s hole. #8 were two bottom buddies who clung to each other like Capuchin monkeys. They were alone in the kitchen sipping wine so I made one bend over and suck his buddy’s dick and blew some AIDs up his ass. Nothing spectacular about either except the extra thrill I got making it hurt and breaking his hole up good. Yeah he’ll walk funny tomorrow – if he remembers what the fuck happened. I wandered around, smoked, scoped out my next victim, smoked some more and when it was time to let out a huge bladder of piss I found one of those eager beaver queens who I knew had a big sloppy cunt and laughed like a mother fucker as he grumbled in surprise at getting a gut full of hot piss and not a drop of nutt! Good old BBC colon cleanse. #9 was totally anonymous. Looked like some new folks had shown up, maybe they had gone out first then came here. It didn’t matter, the penthouse was still jamming with folks fucking and ducking and my nutts were loaded and ready to discharge. I was up on the second floor and thinking again how fucking huge this place was, when I walked past a room that had just a spotlight from the ceiling on that lit up some thick dude. He was naked, blindfolded, ass up on an ottoman with some sort of mask on that had pointy ears on it and the patches over the eyes were closed and there were little silver rings in the snout and I could then tell it was supposed to make him look like a dog. A bitch. How appropriate. HA! I stepped closer, touching the collar and thick chain that draped from his neck down to the floor and as I would the chain up around my wrist pulling it taught and snapping his head and neck back I stepped towards his back to inspect his ass and paused and laughed at the rubber tail that was jammed up his hole. The little bitch’s pup tail was wagging back and forth in excitement as the pup knew his MASTER TOP DAWG had arrived. I laughed louder when I saw the sign taped onto his back ‘PLEASE LOOK BUT DON’T TOUCH’. I yanked his tail out with a POP and a yelp from the pup. I dropped a few long strings of smoke spit into his still slightly gaping hole, lined my dick head up to his prize, grabbed his thick waist and split him wide open as I buried my bone. The pup yelped louder, hefted his hips up like a good bitch, and let me knot him deep until I blew my jizz and made sure that bitch was pregnant with my AIDs puppies. I popped his tail back in and the only signs that anyone had been around was the little stream of ass juice running out from under the tail, which the pup was having to clamp his ass around to keep in place now. #10 was a fucking balls-to-the-wall bug chaser. For a shy nerdy lil’dude he had some big ones and came right out and asked me to POZ his ass. No stealth bombs for him. I had run out of cigarettes, found daddy #1 – one of my hosts and the bottom, well I had turned his top husband into a bottom too, but minor point – who had called downstairs and 5 fucking minutes later a little bell hop/door man was at the door with a fucking carton of Newports and two lighters – no charge. I could get used to that shit. Anyways, when the cigarettes arrived, daddy #1 had pulled me to the side, asked if I was having fun, assured me I would have a stack of Franklin$ like I had never seen before as a number of guests had paid tribute to the “thug top” fund. Fuck yeah! So then daddy #1 told me that he had someone I needed to meet, who had been waiting all evening for my attention. I was guided up to the third floor – fuck yes they had a third God damn floor, which I had not even seen yet – and to the ‘billiards room’, which was just a fucking pansy name for where the pool table and games were. Sitting in the chair sipping on some dark liquor was the ugliest little man I had seen at this party, and he had a fucking baby dick. Daddy #1 squeezed my arm and said, “Right? Sad isn’t it. But her bank account rivals J.P. Morgan – you know – like tycoon money. Well let’s just say he has more money than the rest of us combined.” I was left alone with my new victim, he emptied his glass, pushed his glasses back up on his crooked nose, held out a set of keys on a gold key ring and bluntly said, “I’ll give you the keys to this 2016 Mercedes Benz if you will convert me. I am negative and want to be positive. Do you understand? Furthermore, I want it…rough…brutal...no mercy, no limits, complete and utter rape fuck. Hit me, bruise me, blood slam me, anything you want and need to do to ensure I get your AIDS.” First, clearly this dude was used to getting what he wanted, but what would I do with a whip? I wouldn’t even know where to sell it and there is too much risk with that sort of shit. This is cash on demand. Second, WTF? This as a freak of the highest degree who had been spending too much time on the internet looking at crazy ass sites. My victim set his glass down as I swaggered over, my throbbing dick already streaming venomous cum out my piss hole. He reached out to stroke it and I backhanded him – hard. His glasses went flying, his mouth gaped, he rubbed his cheek and I said, “YOU’VE GOT SOME FUCKING NERVE TO ASSUME IT IS THAT EASY. IF YOU WANT MY POZ DICK THEN YOU WILL AGREE TO MY TERMS: · I WILL FUCK YOU WHEN I WANT AND HOW I WANT NO QUESTIONS, IFS, ANDS, OR BUTS. · YOUR ASS WILL BLEED, YOUR BODY WILL BE BRUISED, I WILL FUCKING USE YOU LIKE THE WORTHLESS BUG-CHASING FAGGOT YOU ARE. · YOU WILL GET TESTED NOW WITH ONE OF THOSE IN-HOME QUICK HIV TESTS. I NEED PROOF YOUR FAGGOT ASS IS NOT PLAYING ME. · I’LL TAKE THE TEST TOO TO SHOW YOU MY THUG NUTT HAS THE RIGHT STUFF TO INFECT YOU. · YOU WILL MAKE YOURSELF AVAILABLE TO ME TO BREED AND RAPE ANYTIME I SAY SO IN YOUR HOME. IF YOU WANT ME TO BEAT THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF YOU, IT NEEDS TO BE PRIVATE, AND I NEED VIDEO AND WRITTEN ASSURANCES NO CHARGES WILL BE FILED AND THAT EVERYTHING WE DO IS BY CONSENT. · NO FUCKING WITH ANY OTHERS TOPS – I WANT TO KNOW IT IS MY VIRUS THAT’S GOING TO DROP YOU OUT. · THERE WILL BE A PAYMENT REQUIRED UP FRONT, AND ONCE I HAVE CONVERTED YOU, YOU WILL PAY ME IN CASH, WHATEVER PRICE I DETERMINE, AND NONE OF THIS DANGLING KEYS SHIT. I’M NOT A FUCKING PET. · NOW PUT YOUR FUCKING NUMBER IN MY PHONE WHILE I GET SHIT DELIVERED. Less than 20 minutes later we were both sitting in chairs in the billiards room, waiting for the results of the mouth swabs and once again I told myself I needed a fucking door man. My victim continued to drink and blather on about how and why he wanted to get the bug. Like I give a shit. But I listened, smoked my Newports, and let him work through whatever the fuck mommy and daddy issues he had. Jesus Fucking Christ! The poor little rich man. HA! Time to check the results. My victim held his swab out and we both looked. NEGATIVE. He smiled in a ‘see I told you so’ way. Yeah I should have broke his nose then. My turn. I truly didn’t know, or care. But this fucking payday was too damn good so I rolled the dice. Could I be negative? Sure. Likely? No fucking way, not with all the ass I bloodied up and fucked raw. I calmly held my swab out – POSITIVE. My victim smiled and sighed in relief, I smiled seeing dollar signs. Yeah my AIDS was confirmed, so what? Nothing changed. I wasted no time, grabbed my rich-ass victim, slammed him face down onto the pool table, and raped his fucking white ass. My dick was brutal and steel hard knowing every drip of nutt was POZ and I was infecting him for sure. He cried, he screamed, I slapped him good and pounded that sissy hole like no tomorrow. His white cheeks were turning 50 shades of purple from the bruises I inflicted by the time I creampied his pussy and he fucking loved it! This bitch was my future for sure, so you know he and I will be seeing each other again real soon. TRUTH! #11 was a passed out dude on the balcony, terrace, or whatever the fuck they call it. Shawty pretty boy, maybe a drag queen or shit when he dolls up, that sort of pretty. I had stepped outside for a bit to smoke, relax and get away from the pushy, eager pansies, and there he was. Naked as a baby, lying on a padded bench, all alone and ready. His big, round ass cheeks called to me and so I poked him, spoke to him, and got no response. I checked his breathing to make sure he had not overdosed or some shit and he was ok – just bongo fucked up. I sat down on the bench, pushed him to the side a little, spread his cheeks open, spit on his hole, then started digging. He did not even flinch when my long fingernails cut his ass ring open and showed me the red. FUCK YEAH! I climbed up on his mounds, pushed the air out of his lungs as I mounted him, found the center of his cakes, and blasted his hole open as I forced myself in – dry as a bone. He moaned a little, but still did not wake up as I assaulted his ass. Fucking PNP twinks could not even enjoy the thug BBC they were getting. No matter, I bloodied and nutted that raw pussy hole good and left him like I found him. The night was winding down, I was feeling the burning in my balls from generating so much toxic cum, the ache in my thighs from all the pounding, the grumbling in my stomach. I took a break to eat, so with that settled tallied my victim count – one left. #12 took me a little time to settle on. By now, I could have had any ass I wanted and there were lots of willing victims. But I needed something twisted, vicious, and extreme. I wandered around, smoked, stroked my BBC as I watched some folks to keep my juices primed, and considered my options. I came across this handsome guy standing in a doorway watching and using his cell to take some vids and shots as an older guy fucked some twink. He had a look of total pride on his face as he watched those two and stroked his dick, which was about 7-inches. He paused as I stopped beside him, smiled as he saw my dick, nodded his head towards the bed and asked, “Do you want to fuck my son with me?” As I took that in and wondered if he meant his blood son or just what he called his younger partner, the two on the bed finished up, the old guy left, and the twink stood up and walked over. I looked from the handsome guy, to the twink, then back – yeah they was blood. The twink was like a mini-me version of his dad, although frankly the dad looked great and could have passed for his older brother. My dick twitched and dribbled and I remembered the two daddy hosts saying they had fucked their son and that shit had got me hard, although their kid was adopted. This was true incest – taboo – fucked up extreme – and I wanted in. The dad smiled, winked, and said, “It’s OK, he’s 18 now.” I looked at him and stated – I didn’t ask and it was not a question – “I’M FUCKING HIM RAW UNTIL I CUM.” The dad’s smile got even bigger, and he cautioned, “Tonight’s the first night he has ever taken any dick but mine, and those were about my size. His ass is tight, are you ready to do what must be done to get in there?” Fucking hell – a daddy asking me to rape fuck his son and go where no man has gone before? HA! Without another word I stepped into the room, grabbed the boy by the arm hard enough to know he would be bruised tomorrow, and dragged him towards a high backed chair in the corner. The father followed me and he closed and locked the door so we would not be disturbed. I took my pants off, sat down, passed my cigarette to the father who happily took a drag then blew a cloud into his son’s face while I spread my legs and turned the boy around so I could see his unexplored territory. I dug my finger up in there and his hole was so tight I could barely get it in, but as my nails cut through his little jungle, he cried out – only to get slapped by his daddy who said, “Boy you know better than that.” His daddy then spun him around and drove his dick into his son’s hole as the boy bent over and started to sniff at my monster shaft. “DON’T BE FUCKING AFRAID OF THAT BEAST – HE WON’T BITE – YET!” I said. I then grabbed the boy’s head and pushed his open mouth down onto my shaft making him choke, gag, and spit up a little. “You want me to cum in him first?” the boy’s father asked as he dicked his son’s tight hole. “NO, I WANT TO MAKE THE LITTLE FAG PUSSY CRY,” I said, “MY DICK’S READY.” The father pulled out, the son gulped lungs full of air, I spun him around, his father slapped him again, and I pulled him back until his tight little pucker was lined up with my dick. “Good boy,” the father said. “Make daddy proud now, I don’t want to hear any whining you hear me? Now take a deep breath and let it out, and on the count of 3. Deep breath 1, let it out, deep breath 2 -…” and then the boy started screaming as I pushed my dick into his tight hole and started to shred it like a margarita mixer as I drove my hips up while pulling his body down. “NO DADDY IT HURTS, OH FUCK MAKE HIM STOP, PLEASE DADDY, PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME, AAAWWWW DADDY!!” the boy cried over and over. I just laughed and kept pulling the boy’s body back and slamming into his ass. Fuck I was only ¼ of the way in, wait until he got the rest. SLAP – “I TOLD YOU NO FUCKING WHINING,” the father said as he slapped his son again. Fuck that shit made my dick stiffer and I started nodding in rhythm and smiled at him every time he struck his son. The boy was shaking and sobbing now, but his fucking whining had stopped. I stood up with my dick still in his hole, turned the boy who frantically grabbed the arms of the chair for support, set my right foot back and placed my left foot up on the chair seat and paused. The father was beating his dick like mad as I slowly pulled my black dick to the edge of his son’s bruised hole and paused. The boy’s hole pulsed and twitched and his ass ring was in full-on convulsion around my meat and had turned from a pretty pink, to an angry red. “BEND THE FUCK OVER AND TAKE THIS LONG DICK – PUT THOSE HIPS DOWN AND ARCH THAT BACK, LET YOU FEEL THIS BBC THROBBING AGAINST THOSE WALLS,” I said as I started to go all ripper on his ass. “I’M THAT NICCA BOOTY ASSASSIN, TRYING TO GO ALL KILLA ON THAT BOY PUSSY. LET YOUR DADDY HEAR YOU CRY BOY – LET HIM KNOW HOW MUCH MY SHIT HURTS – HOW I’M SCRAPING THOSE GUT WALLS WITH THIS BIG RAW DICK - WRECKIN THAT HOLE WITH THIS MIGHTY BONE DICK THAT’S RIGHT. YOU WANT ME TO GUT YOU HARDER DON’T YOU?” This was my final POZZING of the night and I wanted to make sure it took. My balls had also been working overtime so while I normally could come on command, this one was going to take a little longer and be more of a marathon fuck than a sprint. By the time I was done this boy’s hole would be stretched, used, and banged the fuck out! Several minutes of constant slam fucking later and the boy was in total ecstatic meltdown and purring like a kitten every time my dick stroked his prostate. You know how some bottoms are just made to take dick? Ever had one where the heart and mind was willing but the ass was not? Not this one. This was a hole a made to order - ultimate pussy boy. The father set a lit cigarette between my lips and let me hit it without having to let go of his son, then as he pulled it away he said, “Can you hold him still? I’m going to try something I think you’ll like.” My finer nails were dug into the boy’s flesh and hooked above his hip bones so he was going nowhere. With both my feet planted on the floor now, the father kneeled in front of his son, slapped his frantic little hands away from his tiny dick which he had been jacking to beat Jesus, and started sucking his boy’s dick. Even over the ass banging I could hear the father slurping on that tiny cock and the boy’s head was bobbing wildly side to side and his arms flailed about like he was at some tent revival and had just found God – well he had, but God turns out to be a 10-inch nicca dick! HA! It wasn’t long before the boy’s cries turned into a warning and a new plea, “OH STOP DADDY, PLEASE DON’T – YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM – PLEASE STOP DADDY – PLEASE…I CAN’T...YOU KNOW ONCE I CUM I CAN’T GET FUCKED ANYMORE…NO DADDY…NO….” Too late. The boy’s little squirrel nutt suck squirted his load into his father’s hungry mouth and when he did – HOLY HELL! His fuck tunnel collapsed, his ass ring clenched tighter than a marching drum, and his pussy creamed all up and down my black dick. Yeah that’s right – that ass pussy creamed – thick, white, vanilla cream with dark red swirls like some raunchy flavor of Haagen Dazs. His prostrate swelled like a little speed bump and I angled up and to the right and pounded it back down as he cried, whimpered, and his body orgasmed. The boy’s nutt started a whole new round of begging from him for me to stop, but I kept on and soon he was pushing back. Once he did, I paused, pulled out so he daddy could see, and his father’s jaw dropped as his son’s hole gaped a bit before slowly closing like a clam going back into it’s shell. I buried my raw, POZ dick to the hilt and did that a few more times and the father’s eyes were like saucers in awe and wonder. We spent the next long while exploring several other positions. The boy rode my dick cowgirl style and was twerking that pussy and ass like some Kardashian shit. He bounced up and down and started clawing at my legs trying to get me deeper – yeah this boy had gone from pussy to total cunt! All good things must come to a viral end, and when I started to feel that tell tale itch in my balls, I stood the boy up, bent him over the bed so I could long dick that ass, had his father come closer and said, “I’M GOING TO POZ HIM NOW.” The father shook like a Chihuahua with excitement and nodded vigorously. Not like the fuck I was asking his permission. I picked up my pace and was slanging and banging that sloppy, gaping hole when his daddy grabbed his phone and started shooting a vid of the moment both their lives would change. I eased all the way out, his boy gasped and begged for me to put my thug dick back in his hole. I then started clawing at his puffy ass lips with my dirty nails on both hands like a badger digging a tunnel until I saw the tell tale red. I held up my fingers to the camera, licked them clean, then slammed back in. “OPEN THAT CUNT UP FOR THIS BLACK DICK – WORSHIP YOUR FUCKING THUG GOD – FEEL HOW A NICCA RAPES THAT HOLE – MAKES IT NASTY FOR YOUR DADDY – TEARS IT UP – RIPS IT WIDE – GETS IT ALL BLOODY FOR MY WRECKIN AIDS BONE! THAT’S RIGHT BITCH – GOING TO POZ YOU WITH MY NICCA BABIES – MAYE YOUR DADDY A GRANDPA WITH MY THUG BABIES DEEP IN THOSE GUTS – BURROWING IN THOSE WALLS – GOING BUCK WILD IN YOUR VEINS AND REPLICATING LIKE MOTHA-FUCKIN-RABBITS!” I pulled to the edge of the boy’s hole, grunted, and glazed it with two shots of virulent, toxic, AIDs nutt as his father then used his own nails to scratch and slick up the hole while recording the infection. His daddy stepped back as I slammed back in as hard as I could twice more and dumped the rest of my AIDS BONE NUTT deep in his guts. The boy was crying again from the brutal fuck down, but I smiled – good pussy and fucked well. I turned to the father as I stroked his ass walls ensuring my load got worked in and said, “I may need to come fuck your son again tomorrow and every day for a while – pay to play though – to ensure it takes.” The father just nodded and I ordered, “Grab my phone in my pants – add your number – put the name as CUNT BOY – this is more than just pussy, it’s a cunt now.” As the daddy bent over to grab my phone I eyed his tight ass and made a note to POZ that pussy too. Dirty Dozen – my work for the night was complete and it was a night those faggy asses would never forget. More importantly, I continued to build my future – who says an ugly thug like me can’t make stackz unless I’m dealing or some other criminal dumb shit? I left the father and son incest duo to their own devices, got dressed, lit a well-deserved cigarette and wandered through the penthouse looking for my hosts. The crowd had thinned some, but not as much as I expected. I saw a few of my conquests and paid them no mind. I finally found my hosts holed up in Mateo’s room fucking him again. Damn – wild ass fucking freaks! Daddy #1 peeled off, guided me to a locked room, went to a desk, opened a drawer, and handed the fattest pile of Franklin$ I had ever seen. I casually ruffled through it trying not to show my excitement. I hoped Lil-Petey was back in his cardboard shanty at the trap house as I really wanted him to see this shit and all for one fucking night! My host said he would keep in touch and would DEFINITELY have me come again as a special ‘dirty party favor’. I was good with that and I stepped out in the hall and pressed the elevator button ready to go home. Before the lift came I did take a minute to decide where to hide my bills and finally decided that inside my sneakers was best. It took some doing, but I made it work and no one would notice unless they looked closely and saw my laces were strained and I was walking a few inches higher than normal as I literally was stepping on a few grand$ with every swaggering stride. Yeah shit was good and my WRECKIN-AIDS-BONE had pozzed some good hole tonight and I had some nasty ass lined up for more fuck-and-roll-bank. I wondered what tomorrow would bring?

We have to remember we are talking about more than just the activities and perspectives of one person, and that those activities and perspectives can have different meanings and implications in terms of any individual relationship. Let's be clear that cheating is any emotional involvement, physical intimacy, or other activity that crosses the boundry of friendship and sexual partner, outside of an established committed relationship(s). Yes, you can be polyamorous and cheat. The difficult part is defining when cheating behaviors and injury to relationship occurs, as it is dependent on the thoughts and feelings of each party in a relationship. If A thinks cheating injures the relationship at flirting (online or in person), and they would be devastated if they learned that B did so, but B thinks cheating starts at sex and would be devastated if A did so, then they have different thresholds for when cheating injures the relationship. This is not different definitions of cheating, the key is that the thresholds for that are different. Where it gets complicated is that A may meet C and be given the green light for anything but sex, and even though B may be interested in C as well, A may still maintain their threshold. It is "unfair" and unbalanced, but this can and does happen often. One person's threshold and the behaviors they are allowed to engage in do not change just because a partner or partners in a relationship are allowed to engage in different behaviors with someone else. So even though A is doing everything but having sex with B, B would still be injuring their relationship with A if they flirted with C, or anyone else. You may also run into a situation where A's flirting threshold only applies to one gender, only to friends, family, etc. In which case B can have sex with an escort or a random person they meet online (bareback or not) and their relationship with A is unharmed, but flirting with A's best friend would be injurious to the relationship. Some people also have thresholds that are subject to discussion. For instance A still has the same flirting threshold, but with discussion before anything happens and subject to their approval anything is possible, B may be allowed to pursue D, E, etc. all the way to bareback sex, yet still cause injury to the relationship if A isn't consulted and gives approval. This is probably one of the most difficult parts of a relationship that most people don't really understand or take for granted with their partners, or decide that what their partner wants is more of a guideline than a rule, or feel their partner has no right to ask thus of them, or feel their partner has nothing to do with it. While more common in relationships that have a very short shelf life, many people also get into situations that go too far and turn harmful faster than they can talk themselves out of it. And still others ignore their partners threshold out of spite or jealousy, or as an intentional disregard for others. Whatever you may want to call it, when you are in a relationship and you interact with someone else, or they are in a relationship and interact with you, it's cheating. The important part is how the partner(s) in valves with the two of you feel about that interaction and whether you respect or disregard the thresholds where injury to the relationship(s) occur.

HOT post man!NLbear we share similar history,lol.:)Sweet memories.

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 1 – Myles) I met Myles near a bus station. He was stumbling around with his walking stick. This kind of stick blind people use, to find their way around. He was a good looking bloke. Young and masculine, but also lost and vulnerable. He asked constantly for some assistance, but no one seemed to care. The people rushed by, without even noticing the young guy, who was actually in need of help. So when I walked up to him, he heard my footsteps and addressed his question into my direction. “Excuse me. Do you have the time to help me please?” he asked in a wonderful boyish voice. “What’s the matter?” I answered him in a friendly tone. “Oh thank you Sir. I think I’m standing here for an hour at least asking for help. I lost my way. I need to get to the bus station. I got a ticket to Fresno and I fear I might be late already.” the guy explained. “When is the bus leaving?” I asked him. “At 8 pm” he answered. We should have a few minutes left. Are we far away?” he asked me. I massaged my dick openly through my jeans and grinned. “Well…. you wandered around a bit. I can try to get you there in time, but I am not so sure if we can make it. You got only 10 Minutes left and we need to make quite a distance.” I lied to him. In fact we were just one street away from the wanted station. “Oh I would be really grateful if you could lead me…..” the blind boy almost begged me. “Sure why not…..let’s see….” I answered and continued stroking my forming bulge in my jeans. “Are you still there…..?” the boy asked me. I stood there and enjoyed the helplessness of this blind guy. “Yeah…. I am just thinking which way would be the fastest” but I was not thinking about it at all. I was rubbing my bulge while feeling the tensed atmosphere. The guy needed to get his bus urgently. “Can you give me a hand?” the boy asked me. “Sure…. let’s go this way……. “ I chose a way, which would lead us to the station, but we would take the longest possible way. And instead of letting him take my arm to guide him, I actually laid my arm across his shoulders to steer him around. Sometimes I even dared to let my hand run down his back giving him some pressure in turning to obviously false directions. But he could not see. He was at the mercy of my hand. And I even dared to push him around with my hand resting on his fine ass. The twink was in such a hurry and a tensed state of mind; he obviously didn’t realize me groping at his ass, or he just didn’t mind. Finally we reached the big bus station and while staying a little bit further away I took a glance at my watch and sighed deeply. “We missed the bus I fear…. it is 8.05 pm” I told him with a disappointed tone. “Oh no….” the boy answered out of breath. “The bus to Fresno is gone?” he seemed to be devastated. I gazed at the station and there I could see, the bus to Fresno was actually still standing there, with open doors. “Yeah…. it is gone. I am so sorry. I tried my best…..” I answered him. “It was not your fault. I was not fast enough, it is always the same” he said sadly. Meanwhile the bus really left the station and passed us by. I took a good grip at the boy’s nape and asked him if I could help him in any other way. He shook his head and explained to me, that he was broke and this ticket should bring him back home to his parents and his girlfriend. “It is quite a distance you know. But I could offer you a ride, if you want to” I suggested to the stranger. “Are you serious? That would be awesome. You have been so helpful already and now this? Thank you so much! This must be my lucky day” the blind cutie smiled joyfully. “You’re welcome” I replied, knowing it would be MY lucky day. I led the happy guy to my car and since it worked so well before, I decided to steer him around with my hand on his butt. He accepted it without a word or a strange look at his face. He told me his name was Myles and he was 19 years old. He talked about his school, his family, his girlfriend. I believe he would have told me his kindergarten stories if I would have let him. I knew he was a tittle-tattler. Everything helped, if it would buy me time. After opening the trunk, I loaded it with Myle’s backpack. Of course I helped him getting on the car. I started the engine and opened my jeans from the second button on downwards. I wanked slowly and watched Myles happy face. “Are we ready?” I asked and laughed. “Ready….” Myles consented. We drove off… totally opposed to the city, we actually wanted to reach. The moment we got into the car, I knew I wouldn’t use drugs on Myles. He didn’t know the way I looked or the type of the car. “Listen Myles, I changed my mind. We should talk about the subject of payment” I started. Silence. “I mean, come on. This is my gas and my time, you have to admit” I laughed. “I know, but I told you I got no more money” he sniffled. “You could pay me, by sucking my dick” I offered him bluntly. “What? What the fuck are you talking about. I am not gay!” he shouted out. In this moment I grabbed Myles’ head and smashed it against the dashboard. After that, I slowed down the car and stopped it promptly. Of course I had checked before, that we were alone on this street. There was no other car in sight. “Listen bitch. I didn’t say you were gay. I simply said suck my dick faggot. And if you are not closing your lips around my dickhead in one minute, you will experience a new kind of pain. I swear to god” I threatened the boy. Myles was not bleeding. His head hit the dashboard at the right side. But I could see, that he was sort of dazed. “Now, what do you say bitch. A nice blow job, while I drive you home?” I asked in a more friendly way. Myles nodded but expressed, that he never had another dick in his mouth. “Just no teeth. Use your lipes to cover your teeth and then just take my cock inside your mouth and inside your throat” I advised him. “Come on boy” I said getting a tight grip on Myles’ nape and pulled him down to my rocking hard cock. With that I continued to drive and while we sped up, I could feel Myles soft tongue licking over my dickhead. I knew it would be my lucky day…..

Went to the sauna with my boyfriend. I starting off by fucking him. There were 10 guys (give or take) watching, with some being handsy. Sensual kissing, nipping play, dick sucking, and ass eating, all him receiving. Soon enough, I got into him with the help of rimming and Swiss Navy. Aside from knocking hands away, it was VERY sensual- the ambiance, our pace, bare skin. We kissed and dirty talked, licked and bit. Soon enough, with his ass moistening around me, I whispered "I'm gonna cum." I briefly yielded. Then back to my stroke, no more than a minute after my declaration, I filled him. He felt it and I felt it. It wasn't my typical explosion; instead, it was a thick ooze Next, I had foreplay with a muscular guy, 5'8 was my guess We passionately kissed, I gripped his body being bigger than him, I lifted him. Some clumbsiness in the midst An average length, but thin penis, I briefly blew him. We kissed and felt. He tried topping but couldn't keep mass and I knew I wasn't really missing anything so I didn't push. We jerked for a bit, neither cumming (I think), before parting ways, Down the hall, I tall guy, He looked better in the dark. When I saw him in the light and he insisted on a condom, I decided to make it quick. Quick doggy, quick standing missionary. He may have came- I didn't attempt to. Last was a beautiful South African man with my partner: White but perfectly tanned. Again a muscular guy smaller than me; side from his dick; it was long, thick, curved to the left, the same hue as the rest of him. We kissed. we licked, we rubbed. His back was perfect. We all traded oral. The entree was me getting fucked. He insisted on a condom, and shoved his dick too far and fast into me- my bf had to break me in. He knows what I need. After slow thrust and holding it deep within, they traded places. South African Adonis entered me, slowly at first. I watched as his his defined torso and tight legs falling in and out me. I was fucked good at all speeds snd depths.He couldn't cum and wanted to get fucked. He wasn't sure if he was clean, but later relinquished and gave in. Even with a rubber his ass felt like warm velvet, Tight but he took it well. We went for a couple minutes before an unpleasant smell hit the (very) dimly lit room. I put him at ease.... normally, a near-no-tolerance for one-timers, but he was so hot and had admitted in a gorgeous accent that he may not be clean. We grabbed our things, I showered with my bf and he cleaned up elsewhere. The bf was ready to go but I needed more. I wanted to top and bottom again. South African was on PrEP. I'm on PrEp... I wanted his bare cock. I wanted him to feel me and I wanted his load. It didn't take long to spot him and ask for one final ride. He ran to his locker to get a rubber, but I wasn't deterred. We kissed and sucked, but quickly went to the fucking. I did the ol "back up on the tip." He said, "I haven't got a condom on." I said, "do you need one." Once more he said, "I'm on PrEP." I hastily replied, "me too" and at it we went. Again in doggy, then me on my back with my legs held, pinned, and resting. I moaned, affirmed, yelped and yelled. Just me and him until my boyfriend let himself in midfuck,We kept going for a long while. Doggy, me on my back, me occupied on both ends. I felt warm liquid running down my ass. I thought he'd came but he'd announce "I'm gonna cum soon" and like a gentleman, ask "is it okay?" He was out of me and jerking, he came on my whole and shoved it back in a few times. By this time, I wanted my bf to fuck me and to suck freshly emptied cock but the bf was PEEVED about the condom. He was a good sport and faked his way through the polite goodbye but I knew he was fuming... And now me sleeping by myself and he on the couch.

Met up with a hot bear cub I had met before. The first time we met there was tons of chemistry and we made out and sucked each other a bit, but we both wanted more. He has a husband, so is on the down low. He's really sexy, he has green eyes, a beautiful beard, and just perfect. Saw him on Grindr today so went over to his place while his husband was away. I was really really horny, and he was on his way to a gay pride bear celebration later in the day, so we had plenty of time. We made out for awhile, and then things really heated up. We sucked each other, and although he claimed he was more a top, before long, he was riding me, and man he had a perfect sweet tight hole. He sure knew how to work it. After awhile I felt myself going to orgasm, and then, it happened, he had a massive orgasm, shooting his beautiful thick load all over my chest, without touching his cock at all! Biggest load I ever saw, man that was hot. His energy transferred to me, and I exploded in his hole. Huge release, left him completely loaded. Hottest time I've had in awhile! Never had a guy cum from not touching his cock before! He said it had never happened to him. Was amazing!

Glad to hear you got 2 loads in your ass. Next rime don't wait so long to let some anonymous guy FUCK & Load your hole. Good luck.

Thanks for the encouragement guys! Writing part two today and tomorrow!

I like to only consider a bottom I am fucking as a hole/cunt for me. I like to see them squirt too, but only as a result of being plowed, because a true bottom's stimulation hopefully comes from their cunt when getting slammed Just my two cent's as a top.

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.

I love getting choked out while being fucked. I've done it a lot now, and even have dreams wake up and forget that I was supposed to be meeting a guy for sex(scary at first then gets really hot). I was in a bathhouse once and the guy fucking me would give me a large hit of poppers, then wrap his arm around my neck and fuck me, choke me till I went out, which he said felt great as my ass muscles relaxed completely then spasmed when I came to. It's a dangerous thing, I never did it alone, and don't do it as much anymore. But I have to have some choking going on, I have a sensitive neck and like it to be touched

Last Saturday my fella had headed off for a fetish evening with his buddies, which was not really my thing so I decided to stay home and do some bits and bobs about the house. Then my phone blipped. The caller was our buddy, a local cumdump, and he was wondering what we were up to. I told him I was at home, but that my fella was out of town, head to foot in rubber, and very likely fisting some poor lad (lol). He suggested we head on over to our local grounds to see if we could get his ass really full of cum, before I gave him the last load of the day. As the weather was lovely and we're both big lovers of cruising, his suggestion sounded great so I agreed to meet him there. As he lives somewhat closer to the grounds, by the time I got there he was already in the woods; so off I went hunting and found him pretty much naked with good looking but older chap pounding away bareback in his hole. I approached started kissing my buddy as the chap picked his up pace, clearly building up to unload, and then asking where he was to cum. "Inside," I answered, and with that he slammed in and filled my mate. As the chap pulled out I noticed he had a good thick seven inch cock and that it was slick with cum. It turned-out my buddy had had a busy morning and had taken three loads before contacting me. I couldn't help myself, I had to taste his hole as there was cum dripping out of his ass lips. I was in heaven. While I was rimming in a tall skin head turned up. He was a bit older, but was still in shape and more importantly was sporting a lovely meaty eight inch cock with a PA. As he approached my buddy, I lubed the skin head's cock with some cum from my mate's hole and kissing him at the same time; between me and my buddy we lined him up with the sloppy hole and helped him slide in. At first the guy seemed like he wasn't sure, but my buddy back up and pushed back until the guy was balls-deep and then the fuck was on, no questions asked, no talking! I took up position kissing my mate as the guy pounded away for a good five minutes before he rammed it home, came, pulled out and left. By this point I was all-but frantic to fuck my mate and as no else was around, I took up position behind him, and slowly pushed into his wrecked hole. There was no need for lube as cum was covering everything. Once I had my eight inches inside we stopped for a kiss before I went to town on his hole. With five loads up his hole, it wasn't long before I started to create a cream pie and cum was dripping off my balls. I could have pretty cum as soon as I started but managed to hold off and gave him a deep, long slow fuck lasting a good half an hour before finally added my load to the mix. We decided to call it a day and head back to our homes. We both agreed we should definitely do it again as it was hot!

Got 5 loads at home in my bed from a poz (not on meds) buddy this weekend. Actively chasing and was my first pozzing experience. Loved every minute of it and taking his poz loads deep in my ass. Complete details here: https://breeding.zone/topic/37929-my-first-pozzing-experience-the-official-start-of-my-bug-chasing/?p=418705

Thats hot. I'm a bi married male too, I've fucked a few guys but only with rubber. Never bare....its funny because when was in my teens and twenties I fucked so many girls without anything!! I don't know if I'd risk it now....I've always been a top, but I would love to feel somone fill me with cum! A strapon is good, but cum is fun

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

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 2 – Daniel) Daniel was unconscious. His head leaned against the closed window and it appeared he was just sleeping on this trip. I left the Interstate and we drove for a while on a B road. After a few miles I took another exit and we reached a rural area. There were lots of opportunities for me to find a cosy spot in the woods. My dick was hard and ready and I wanted to fuck this heterosexual twink. While driving to a lonesome place I started groping Daniel already. His dick was also hard from the massage. From time to time he moaned. Maybe he thought of his girlfriend or another chick. I didn’t mind. As long as I could get my loaded cum into his hot ass. We reached the place I had in mind. We had to drive way into the forest and I had examined this spot before. Never had I met another person in this woodland. I stopped the car and turned down the engine. “Daniel….? Danny….?“ The guy did not reply. He was cold out. I opened my door and left the car. Slowly I walked around it and opened his side of the door carefully. A broad smile flashed across my face. It was almost too easy. I pushed a button and the seat was lowered automatically. In a couple of seconds Daniel was relaxing on his back. I opened his belt and the buttons of his jeans. Since Daniel was unconscious he was rather heavy. It took me a while to undress him from the waist down. His dick was quite thick, even in his semi hard status. For a second I thought about licking his dick head for a second. Just to get a taste of him, but rejected the idea. I pulled him to me and slowly turned him around, so soon he was lying on his front. In my glove compartment I had some lube. The idea to fuck him dry was exhilarating, but I was a bit tensed, that the boy would come back to senses because of the pain. On the other hand I wanted to enjoy the fuck also, so I decided to use a small amount of the lube, to make it comfortable for both of us. “Don’t tell me, I wouldn’t care…. “ I said and laughed. While working the lube into his ass, I was using my fingernails to scrape the inside of his asscunt. I wanted him bleed, so my gift would find no barriers raiding his body. I tried not to hurt him too much, since he moaned from time to time. Then I got up and looked around. It was dark already and the only noises I could hear were the sounds of nature. Swiftly I just opened some buttons of my jeans and pulled my cock out of the stall. Slowly I stroked my dick and looked down to the innocent guy I picked up some hours ago. I applied some lube on my cock also and entered the car again. Although the door was open, I had switched the light off before. So it was quite dark, surrounded by so many trees, but I didn’t’ care. I would find his snatch easily. I supported my body with my left hand, which rested on Daniel’s left shoulder. My knees were on the edge of the seat. With my right hand I found the twinks ass cheeks easily and rubbed three fingers again into his hole. He was so tight and hot inside. I knew the second my fingers touched his orifice, that it would be a hell of a ride – for both of us. Pulling one ass cheek apart I lowered myself onto Daniels behind. My hard and thick nine-incher had no problems to discover his opening. Without making a sound I went down on him in one slow stroke. Daniel groaned a little bit. Usually the GHB would make sure, that the guy would not wake up so easily. I used this so many times before. It took me a while to find the right kind of dose…. between making someone willing or receptive, or to knock someone out for a couple of hours. Daniel wouldn’t know what hit him, or what happened at all. Drinking the water would be the last reliable memory for him. I started fucking my cock in long strokes in and out of his pussy. Pulling my dick out of his virgin hole and ramming it back in one hard stroke. I repeated this for many, many times. For me, this whole thing was more than just a casual rape or an unwilling date. Daniel would have some pain in the ass tomorrow, but he wouldn’t remember me being the reason why his arse would ache. His pussy was so soft and receiving, it was almost a natural act. My cockhead was pushing deep into his body trying to gain the best of this totally relaxed butt. I would have loved to choke him a little bit. Since I tried this one before, I knew it was hard to explain the bruises the following day. So I decided I would simply do without his asscunt muscle spoiling my invading cock. “I would love to rape your mouth too, you little fuck, but I got bitten before” I told him, although I knew he was not capable of understanding. So I kept my steady pace to get a good feeling out of this puppet. Feeling my balls stir up already, I started to rabbit fuck Daniel. He was actually moaning a bit louder, but I doubt his eyes ever opened. And even if they did… it was pitch dark. He would just remember a bad dream in the morning, nothing more. “Here we go cunt…..” I spew my first cum injection into this cute young heterosexual guy, who just broke up with his girlfriend. But who needed women anyway. “Go and grab my gift you bitch. Absorb my load with your body…. and share it with lots of bitches” I smiled viciously. I was sure Daniel would make up with his girlfriend as soon as he would reach his hometown. And they would fuck like bunnies and so he would help me transmitting my legacy to the willing or unwilling. Who gives a shit. After finishing the ‘bad deed’, it was kind of hard to get this jock dressed up again. But with enough strength and a bit of dragging, Daniel was almost as good as new, when we started driving back to the civilization. I threw the kid out a couple of miles in front of his town. It was a service area with a closed diner and some trucks standing there for a rest. My wicked mind evolved a plan to share Daniel’s body around with other fellows. Maybe my plan would succeed, maybe not…. I would be too far away to know. Usually I write with my right hand, but for this a grabbed a piece of paper and wrote with my left hand a note. It read: 'Drug Addict in need of help. Will do anything for money’ It was a hassle to drag Daniel into a male toilet. There I pulled his jeans down a bit again and laid him on his side. All his stuff I dropped nearby and placed the note directly next to the sleeping beauty. I was on my way home, when two truckers entered the toilets and found this heartbreaking note on the floor. One of the guys fished ten dollars out of his pants and put it on one of Daniel’s bags. “You’re invited” he said to his pal and opened his belt. Enjoy…..

Thats what I'm talking about! People don't know, Chesire Bridge is the hands down spot for raunchy, nasty, all out fucking. I've fucked in every spot on the block, including alleys, behind buildings, the hotels, cars, everywhere. Tokyo Valentine has gotten hotter after the rebranding. Chesire Motor Inn is the definition of sleazy. I've fucked a many of raw asses on the ramp on the side of the back building. And random rooms with windows open and doors cracked with an open ass in the air on the bed. Yes! Where is your hotel? You'll notice that our adam4adam manhunt and barebackrt are VERY active out here. THe closer to the city the better. But I'll say this 1000 times, Chesire Bridge is the hub of filthy debauchery. Especially for an ordained minister

FT. LAUDERDALE - Went to CumUnion last night after taking a hiatus from them for a long while. This was my first one to attend at the Clubhouse II bathhouse. Clubhouse II is know for an older, bear crowd. Last night was pretty much that with a few exceptions thrown in. The $25 cover got you in and they had a free bar with soda, beer and wine! Pretty cool. I usually walk around in boxer briefs at the CumUnion party but everyone had on the stereotypical bathhouse white towels on so I joined the group. I walked around, saw some guys with their room doors open and wanting to get fucked. None were my type. In the back they have a room with a big sex platform and there were constantly at least two or three guys bent over taking anonymous cocks all night while I was there. I fucked a Latin cumdump first and his hole is always cummy. It certainly wasn't my first time breeding him. Then I walked around a bit and found a booth with a glory hole in it. I wanted to use the GH but some dude followed me in and insisted he fuck me. He fucked me for a bit then said he wasn't ready to cum. Back to my walking around and eventually into the public sex area again. I saw a sexy black guy in his 20's bent over and I tried to fuck him. He had the tightest hole I've fucked in a long time! Wow. It was super tight. Then I went to play with a guy that had his hole out towards the hallway from his room and had Elbow Grease next to him. I'm not into fisting but it was fun to play with his hole. Another Latin bottom had his hole up but couldn't take my thick cock. Finally went back to the group room and found the black young bottom again and got to breed him. I was fucking him so hard and our skin was smacking and it got the crowd into a frenzy. I Felt my job was complete then went to my favorite bar to end the night! Happy Breeding Guys

Part 3. "Why did you come here?" Dan had been asking himself the same question that the muscly, tattooed guy now fucking his hole with fervour, asked. "I want it" Dan moaned his face to one side against the cool white wall of the dark corridor. Both hands were against the wall and the stud now fucking him had his hands on both dan's hips as he forced his cock into Dan's smooth tight hole. "What do you want, slut? Tell me" his aggressor demanded. "Poz" Dan could barely vocalise his desire, but he knew that word was in it. "You want poz dick, poz loads, or you want me to give you a poz dick of your own?" Questioned the tattoo stud "yes. Please!" Was all Dan could manage to say, his brain clouded with vodka, poppers and lust. "I'm gonna give you all three, so get ready. My load is toxic, no meds here, just my precum is you is already ruining you" Dan felt a stab of fear momentarily but it was swiftly overwhelmed by carnal desire as the cock inside him hit his sweet spot over and over. "You'll remember this night, remember me pozzing you, you'll jerk off over this for years", Dan was already jerking like crazy edging himself to brink and back, not willing to cum before he'd accepted another load inside him. "I know you're type, a proper chaser. You started off being a safe puppy but after your first bare fuck you know you'd never do it any other way. I bet you spend hours reading stories online of guys getting stealthed and gifted. Now you're finally doing it for real!" He was right, Dan knew, that was exactly how it happened. He knew how fucked up it was, and he couldn't even remember when it was that every time he jerked off he was thinking about being pozzed. He'd tried to find ways to forget about it, but only fucking bareback could come close to satisfying his need. He'd meet guys who wanted it raw, set his Grindr filter to 'poz', he'd stealthed those boys who weren't willing to take it raw, but this was what that had all been leading up to. He felt the sweaty body of his stud pressing against him, his cock forcing its way inside deeper and deeper. He'd seen how this tattooed top had pumped full the twink on the bed, filling him with seed, infecting him from the inside, and now he craved it. "Fuck, I gonna cum in you. I hope you wanna be poz for real, cause it's about to happen!" With that he felt his hole stretched wider that it had been before and the warmth of cum exploding inside him. It seemed like forever before his cock stopped pulsing inside Dan, but eventually he pulled out, and turning his latest bottom prize around found Dan's lips, kissing him passionately. Tattoo rand his hands over Dan's slim, toned body, rubbing his thick hard cock and worked his lips downwards, kissing and caressing as he went. His mouth found Dan's cock and Dan threw his head back as the stud expertly sucked him. He felt a finger in his hole, pushing the fresh cum deeper inside and Dan let out a moan as his cock tensed and he exploded for the second time, sending wave after wave of cum down the tattooed stud's throat. Dan sank down the wall to the floor and moments later he found himself with a large O written in red on his chest. He admired the muscled behind of his latest gifter walking away down the corridor as he put his fingers to his hole, he could almost feel the burning of the toxic seed inside him as it started to invade him. With a smirk, at nothing in particular, he pulled himself up and walked down the dim corridor to the next room with an open door wondering what on earth else might be in store tonight. To be continued...

I just decided to start bareback because it is my wish to end up pozitive. Who wants to convert me ??? I accept ALL loads !!!

Hot :@)

I thought I should give an update to this thread. I did take a drug holiday for about 6 weeks around September of last year. I felt great and I had no negative effects. In November, I talked to my doctor about taking a longer break from meds. She didn't know about the first one I did, as I thought she wouldn't approve. After a long consultation, she said I could stop for two months if I continued to have my numbers monitored. The reason being, when I was diagnosed as poz my VL was only 268. I'm pretty sure I was poz for over a year before I was diagnosed and was surprised my numbers were that low. She felt that I might be an "elite controller." So after two months off, I went in for my blood work. My VL was 170. My CD4% was a bit lower than normal, but she gave me permission to stay off another three months with continued monitoring. I know it won't last forever, but being off meds for this time has been great and I hope it lasts a while. I'm really anxious to find out if I am an EC after all, since I know this reaction to being off meds isn't at all normal. I'll try to keep you posted when I know more.

Im a poz fucker in Buffalo, Love to Breed and especially love to get bred - ONLY fuck raw

Love getting fucked by older men, they always seem to know how to hit all my spots real good & there's something so hot about giving up all control of my body to an older man who knows exactly what he wants and how to get it from me. On the flip side, when I top I prefer guys younger than me, I guess it's the reversal of roles, but it's hot taking control of a younger guy & just using him to milk my dick. And for the record neither of those are absolutes, just general rules/preferences, I've fucked plenty of older guys & been fucked by younger guys too haha

still looking for a poz guy to change me forever! tonawanda here. bttm and willing to do anything for the gift

If you are in a Dom/sub relationship, I would imagine that choice is taken from you. But if it's not that kind of relationship, no means no. If he's not man enough to show his face, he has no right to expect you to show yours. We should NOT always do what the top wants. Unless that is the understanding in the fuck session or relationship.

2. Leaning up again the door to our room, a skinny Asian boy was on his knees, sucking off a an older guy. I felt bad breaking up their activity, but my hole was itching, and there was only one way to scratch it. They headed off towards the dark room, no doubt to pick up where I had interrupted them. In the room, TJ and I put down our bags. "Goddamn," TJ said. "Did that just happen? That guy? Just getting blown in the hall?" "Yeah," I said. "It did. And that's kinda tame for this club. You should see the glory holes." "How did I not know about this before? It's fucking amazing. That your favorite place? The glory holes?" It was hard to pick a favorite part of the club. There were so many parts I had memories of: the glory holes; the maze; the sling room; and, of course, the simple pleasures of getting pounded in a private room. "Well, now you know," I said. "And there are so many parts of the club I like." "You're gonna have to show me," TJ said. I put down my bag. I needed to get naked, get high, and get fucked. "What's the envelope?" I asked him. "Dunno," he said. He opened it. "Damn. Score!" he said, pulling out a small bag of white crystals, and another of four oblong blue tablets. "This is going to be a great night. You better be up for it, cocksucker." He put down his bag as well and pulled out a bottle of water. He popped one of the viagra, and swallowed it. "You need another hit from the pipe, don't you?" he said. It was a command, not a question. "Yeah," I said. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt and undid my khakis. With each piece of work clothing I took off, another set of inhibitions was removed. By the time I got down to the jock strap, there would be very little I wouldn't do. With another few hits from the pipes, even those last inhibitions would fall to the side. I took another look at TJ, even as I fumbled with the zipper on my pants. I had been taught to see black men as ugly and something slightly less than human. Likewise for so many other ethnic types: Latinos, Asians, Native Americans, Jews, and Arabs. Perfection was a blond-haired, blue-eyed man of unimpeachable Nordic stock. Even my dark brown hair seemed like a fundamental personal failing. Despite TJ's muscular build and thick, hard cock it was hard for me to think of him as an equal, much less a superior. But yet, I was staring at his cock, imagining what it would feel like down my throat again or how it would feel sliding in and out of my hole. I couldn't believe I was lowering myself down even below his level, but in my drug-clouded mind, it was the only right thing to do. "You can leave the jock strap on," TJ said, as I finished taking off my pants. "Keep your dick out of the way." "Ok," I said. My mind was racing under the influence of the crystal. I was staring at TJ, as he undressed, wanting to get back on my knees to suck him off, thinking about the guys I had seen wandering the halls, wanting to bend over and let them fuck me. TJ pulled off his shirt, exposing a broad, muscular chest with the slightest spray of black hair across his pecs. Everything about TJ, from his physical presence dominating the room, to his cock straining against his shorts, all the way to his scent now filling my nostrils screamed "man" to me. But it was hard to reconcile these signals with what I had been taught for so many years, that he was only slightly more evolved than a monkey. "Can't decide if you want to beat me up or suck me off, can you cocksucker?" TJ asked. I nodded, still staring at the black man. He kicked off his shoes and pushed down his shorts. His cock sprang free. It was hard and erect and his balls hung low, heavy with cum. I felt small. I was shorter than him, skinnier than him, and behind my jock strap, my dick was limp and helpless, a victim of the booty bump I had done earlier. "It's ok," TJ continued. "You can still get on your knees and suck me off." It was barely even a command but I still followed. I dropped to my knees, submissive in front of the black man. "Feels better, doesn't it, knowing your place?" I nodded. I tried not to think what my old friends would say, me obeying a black man's every command. I should have been the strong one here and it should have been my cock getting sucked. But instead, it was me on my knees and the black man's cock nestled against my lips. I started to get up, to reinstate the proper order of things and to set the world right. "No, faggot," TJ said. He put his hand on my shoulder and pressed me back down to the floor. "On your knees. Where you belong." I tried once more to stand up, but I was no match for TJ. Effortlessly, he held me down with one hand, and used the other to guide his cock back to my lips. "Give it some attention. You choked on it earlier and loved every moment. You can do it again." I opened my mouth, and took the dark head of his cock into my mouth. There was a bead of pre-cum, slightly salty and bitter, that spread across my tongue. TJ moved his hand to the back of my head, guiding me further down his shaft. "Come on cocksucker," he continued, taking a step back and forcing me to shuffle forward. He sat down on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs wide for me to kneel between. "Let's see how good this crystal is." I did my best to stay on his cock and stole an occasional glance as he prepared the hit. He grabbed his pipe from his bag, and carefully loaded the bowl with a few large shards. I heard the hiss of the lighter, and the barely audible crackle of the crystal melting. "Did you know the guy?" TJ asked. I nodded, not daring to take my mouth off of his dick. "I figured. Has he fucked you before?" I nodded again. I had lost track of the number of loads Dennis had given me. "Damn. He use a condom?" I shook my head. Dennis was adamant about condoms. He never used them. "Fuckin' nasty faggot, taking it bareback." I forced myself to go further down on his cock, further debasing myself. I glanced up enough to see him stick the stem of the pipe in his mouth, then a relative silence as he inhaled the thick white clouds. "You let a lot of guys fuck you, don't you?" I nodded again. It was true. I had tried to keep track starting on New Year's Day, but had pretty much lost track by the time Valentine's Day rolled around. As my personal testament to the enduring power of love, I had partied that weekend and lost track after 7 guys had cum in me. By then, my total for the year was well over a hundred. That had been four months ago and my pace had only picked up. TJ exhaled and a white cloud momentarily occluded his head before drifting down slowly towards me. "How many?" he asked. I pulled off of his black shaft just enough to speak. "I don't know. At least a few hundred in my life." I had never told anyone that and had barely even admitted it to myself. Each individual man seemed ok: it had felt like the right thing at the time, sucking him off or letting him fuck me. But then, over days, weeks, and months, they added up, until it was painfully obvious that I was little more than a cockslut. "Maybe more," I said, now fully aware of how he saw me. "Tweaker slut," he said. TJ stuck the pipe in my mouth. "Time for you to do another hit. You need to be high." Even though the booty bump had me flying, I was more than ready for another hit. TJ held the torch under the bowl. It heated up quickly so soon after the last hit, and I inhaled deeply. The stuff Dennis had given TJ was very good; even from the first wisp, I could feel it hitting my blood and brain. I inhaled as much as I could, watching TJ carefully. When I thought I had taken as much as I could, I nodded, but he just smiled. "A little more, tweaker boy. For me." I did my best, even though my lungs felt like they were about to explode. TJ eventually relented, and took the still-smoking pipe from my mouth. He put it down on a towel next to him, then turned back to me. "Hold it," he said. I needed fresh air, not the intoxicating clouds of the crystal, but I did as he said. "You ever gotten fucked by a black guy?" he asked me. I was about to say something, but TJ put his hand over my mouth, and pinched my nose closed. I thought I could stand it, but it was only a few seconds before I felt smothered. Every second meant that more of the crystal entered my body and I lost more control over my actions. Even just keeping my eyes on TJ seemed to get harder and harder as the seconds ticked by and the room seemed to get darker and darker. Just as I thought I couldn't stand another second, TJ released his grip, and I coughed, expelling the thickest cloud I had done in ages. "Answer me, boy," he said. "You ever let a black guy fuck you?" I was still coughing, trying to regain my composure. Before I had a chance to think clearly, I started to speak. "Never been fucked by a nigg..." Luckily, I caught myself, and shut my mouth before said anything else. "What did you say, faggot?" TJ asked me. "Nothing. I said. "Was just coughing." "No. You were starting to say something there. We both know that." His words were taut and clipped. He knew what I was going to say. And I had failed to weasel my way out from admitting it. "Now tell me what you were going to say," he continued. I didn't know where to look. If I looked him in the face I would have never been able to say what I had to say. If I looked at his cock, I would have had acknowledged the complete and utter power the black man held over me. I finally settled on staring at his chest and watched the muscles move with each breath he took. I took a deep breath as well. "I've never had a nigger fuck me," I said "That's what I thought you said," TJ said. I looked up at him. He was smiling. For a brief moment, I thought it was going to be ok. He would understand it was a slip of the tongue, under the influence of the crystal. But he grabbed my chin, and held it tightly. With his other hand, he slaps me. Hard. As I was gasping in pain, he spoke. "Fucking racist faggot." I expected him to slap me again; maybe even harder than the first. But instead he picked up the pipe and put it back in my mouth "You're going to do another hit for me tweaker. Hopefully it'll get some sense in you." He held the torch under the bowl. With the tiniest nod of his head, he let me know it was time to inhale. The pipe was already full of thick clouds and as soon as I drained it, it would re-fill. Once again, TJ was making me do a massive hit. It was not long before my lungs were bursting, and he gave no indication that it was time for me to stop. Finally, he put down the torch, and grabbed the pipe from my mouth. "Hold it, boy," he said, and put the stem in his own mouth. He did a hit, although it didn't seem anywhere near as big as mine. "Don't," he said, careful to let only the smallest cloud out as he spoke. He put down the pipe, and once more, held a hand over my mouth and pinched my nose closed. This time, the panic set in much earlier. I needed air, and I hated the knowledge that every second only made me more tweaked out, more out of control, more willing to do anything at all. Even kneeling between TJ's legs and him holding onto me mouth and nose, I started to struggle, trying to escape his grasp. "No, faggot," he said. "You're not gonna get away that easily," he said. He leaned in, exhaled his cloud right in my face, but did not release his grip on me. I was keeping my eyes open, but it was hard to see anything but his face right in front of me. "Tonight is your lucky night, tweaker. You're gonna get fucked by my nigger cock tonight. More than that. You're gonna get raped by a nigger cock. And if you are really lucky, you're gonna get raped by a few of us." He finally loosened his grip on my mouth and nose; I exhaled in a paroxysm of coughing, trying to catch my breath. "You want that?" I nodded. His thick black shaft was right in front of me, standing up straight, erect and proud, gently swaying in reaction to his easy breathing. "You want that," he asked me again. He slapped me on the face, hard enough that my ears were ringing. "Yes," I said. It was an automatic response, but it was suddenly the correct response. I needed to feel his black tool force its way into me and dominate me. It was crucial that he dominate me. As pathetic and banal as it was, he needed to make me his bitch. I had spent too much time looking down on black men, mentally and physically degrading them. It was not something I was proud of, and my apology was long over due. "Yes, sir," I said. The apology was not going to be easy. But I had no right to expect it to be simple. "Fuck, that's what I like to hear, cocksucker." He was smiling now. He put a hand on the back of my head, and guided me back to his cock. There some pre-cum at the tip, and I licked it up. My brain still rebelled at the thought of debasing myself in front of the black man, but I tried my best to suppress it. His erection was a beautiful display of masculinity and it was my honor to service it. "You said there were glory holes here?" I nodded. I didn't know what he had in mind. "Sweet. First place we're gonna visit. Let you taste the rainbow." He pressed against the back of my head, forcing me down onto his cock. This time, I willingly took his cockhead in my mouth. "First though, you're gonna show my black python some love as I hit this pipe. No way you're gonna be the only one with your head in the clouds." I closed my eyes and heard the familiar hiss of the torch. This time, TJ did a hit just as large as the ones he made me do. I stayed on my knees, trying to swallow his entire thick shaft. It seemed that each hit he did from the pipe only made his cock harder, in sharp contrast to me. I reached down, and felt my dick. It was soft and limp and stroking it seemed to make no difference. "Don't worry about your dick," TJ said. "The one in front of you is the one you need to focus on." He took another hit from the pipe. It was getting harder for me to take his cock. His shaft was like a steel rod, and I had to do all of the contortions to align it with my throat. But it felt so good to have him inside of me. My only regret was that he was not fucking my ass. But that hardly seemed like an impossibility. It would happen, and it would happen tonight. TJ did several more hits as I twisted and turned. I worked his shaft into my throat, and let him drip pre-cum right into my throat. Finally, he did one last massive hit. Even with my attention focused on his dick, I knew it was going to be a big one. He held it longer than I thought possible, before finally exhaling. The cloud overwhelmed the two of us, and for a moment, all I could see was the white fog. As it dispersed, he pulled me off his cock, and stared at me. "Time for the glory holes, cocksucker. Time to show your skills." TJ carefully put the pipe and torch on the table by the bed, then stood up. "Come on," he said. "Lead the way." I grabbed a bottle of poppers from my bag before wrapping the keys around my right wrist. I wasn't sure if it was still a signal anyone got, but it better to make it painfully clear than have any misunderstandings. I opened the door; with the light on in our room, it was better lit than the hallway. "This way," I said. The glory holes were on the same floor, although in order to get to them as a bottom, we had to navigate the maze. It was a Friday evening, and the club was getting crowded. A few guys tried to grope us. TJ gently removed their hands from his body. It made me feel even luckier that I was able to service him and to give him pleasure. Not everyone had this privilege and it was one I should treasure. We reached a series of stalls; each one had a hole in the far wall that opened onto a platform where the tops would stand. "Damn," TJ said, as he stood next to me in the stall. "Just stick their cock through the hole?" "Yeah," I nodded. "And you never see them?" "Nope," I said. We hardly had to wait, before a cock emerged from the darkness through the hole. In the dim light, it was hard to make out any details. It was darker than I expected; it might have been a Latino, an impression re-enforced by the foreskin that covered the head. "Uncut," TJ said. "You going to suck it?" "Yeah," I said. If I had not been flying on the crystal, if TJ had not been there, if I had not been sensitive to all the men I had turned down for bad reasons, I might have thought twice. I might have waited a while longer for my eyes to adjust and I might have been more careful about an uncut, brown-skinned dick. But I didn't. I cupped the stranger's heavy, warm balls in my hand and ran my tongue over the sensitive margin where his cockhead emerged from his foreskin. "Damn," TJ said, as my tongue darted under the foreskin. I could taste some sweat and pre-cum and the stranger's cock started to respond. It was a slow response at first, like a locomotive gathering steam. It thickened and lengthened slightly, pushing itself further into my mouth. Like the train, there was a grunt of pleasure, and the stranger shifted his weight, pressing himself against the thin plywood barrier that separated us. I leaned against the barrier as well, positioning myself to take more of the stranger's dick. "You're doing it," TJ muttered. Despite his incredulity at my actions, I saw out of the corner of my eye he was still stroking his cock. The plywood was cold at first, but warmed up from my body. It was just thick enough to ensure I would never know anything about the man I was sucking off, nor he about me. Its primary job was to keep us both totally anonymous while I did one of the most intimate acts one man can do for another. By then, the stranger's cock had gotten fully erect, a respectable seven inches or so, and nicely thick. It was not as big as TJ's, but it was still a mouthful. I took a quick snort from the poppers, and waited for them to hit before attempting to go any deeper. It was not long before the warm waves washed over me, and I felt my body relax and open up. I swallowed and the cockhead slid into my throat. It elicited another moan of pleasure from the unknown man, and he began to drip pre-cum. Powered by the poppers, I started to properly service his cock, going up and down his shaft and deep throating him. "Are you going to get him off?" TJ asked. I nodded, keeping the unknown man's cock in my mouth. It would have been the height of cockteasing to not let the man get off and there was no way I would let his precious fluid go to waste. Even letting him cum on my face would have been too wasteful for me. Plus, I wanted his seed. I wanted to know what this man tasted like and the best way to work him to a furious intensity where his only option was spew his load all over my gut. It did not take much before his moans started to get louder and he started to buck his hips. His balls were still cradled in one hand; I used the other to take a quick hit from the poppers. They relaxed me, enough for his cock to slide deeper into my throat. It was just a tiny bit of additional stimulation, but it was what he needed. "Oh fuck," he grunted, his voice clearly audible through the glory hole. "He's getting close?" TJ asked me. I nodded, just trying to focus all my attention on the stranger's cock. His balls pulled up tight, and there was one last hip thrust. His cock pulsed and a warm spray of jizz coated my throat. I swallowed the first spurt, massaging his shaft enough to get a second spurt. This turned into a virtuous cycle where each time I swallowed, I got another spurt of cum. Finally, his balls were drained, and I had a pool of cum in my stomach. As quickly as his cock had appeared in the glory hole, it disappeared, leaving TJ and me alone. "Who was that?" TJ asked me. "I don't know," I said. "He was a total stranger." "And you just sucked him off like that?" His voice was a mixture of disbelief and interest, revulsion and arousal. "And you swallowed his load?" "Yeah," I said. "I did." If I needed any more proof of what I had done, I could still taste the stranger's cum in my mouth, a salty, bitter mixture. "And really. No idea who it was." "None at all." "Fuck man. I mean, I know you said you were going to do it. But you actually just sucked a total stranger off and swallowed his load." TJ was stroking his cock. It was still stiff and erect. "Do it again for me," he said. "Suck off the next guy that sticks his dick through the hole. You gonna do that for me, cocksucker?" "Yeah," I said. I was committing myself. No matter what cock: short, long, thin, fat, clean or smelly, I would take it. I would nurse it. And I would take it all the way to orgasm. I turned back to the glory hole, staring at the darkness beyond, wondering what would appear next. Now that I was looking for someone, the club was suddenly still. There was only the constant deep bass of the music, and the steady pulse of TJ's breathing. I stared into darkness beyond the gloryhole, eager for any sign of movement, any flash of white of a towel wrapped around a man's waist. "Slow all of a sudden," TJ said. "You may have to suck my cock, just to have something in your mouth." However, as soon as he spoke, there was the familiar creak of the floorboards, as another man walked across the platform. I didn't get a chance to see anything about him before the white towel filled the gloryhole. The stranger pulled off his towel, exposing a thick, heavy black shaft. "You're in luck," TJ said. "It's your favorite. Nigger dick." I hesitated for a second. It was one thing to suck off TJ, a perfect specimen of masculinity. But this man was a different matter. I knew nothing about him, no idea what he looked like, other than the cock right in front of me. It would be the second black man I had sucked off, both of them in little more than the space of an hour. TJ was going to start thinking this was the real me, not some aberration due to a sense of guilt and crystal. "Go on," TJ said. "I know how badly you need cock in your mouth."

Streatham Hill, SW2. Reply or message me for details.

Was recently confirmed poz. My VL at that test was 9.3 million. The last VL test was 1.9 million 3 week ago.

I was raped by 3 teens around the age of 8-9, the times after that i anticipated their loads..

The only time I wear underwear is when I have to fly. Just in case I get a body search at the airport. Or i wear a jockstrap. For the rest always commando. Preferably with a cockring to show off my package. I love it when when even straight guys glare at my bulge. And I had cases when a guy having his arm around his girlfriend glanced at my package and winked.