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I got back to the truck, now clad in only my running shoes and running shorts. I threw my shirt on the seat next to me. Fuck! That was so hot. I was already getting hard again thinking about his semi-hard cock running in my crack and his fingers in my ass. Damn! I was so horny to get fucked now that I was sad the man had left. I didn't even know his name. I sat there thinking about how hot the whole scene was and that it lasted less than 20 minutes. That's when I saw them, three guys in SUNY Oneonta shirts getting out of a car and stretching. I was like, FUCK! The college guys at Oneonta. I remembered that the last guy I'd sucked off told me about another park. I grabbed the map out of the glove compartment and saw the park was called Wilbur Park. I started the pickup and drove down the road to SUNY Oneonta. I got there 10 minutes later. The whole drive I was thinking about the man fucking me. I had wanted him to fuck me. I didn't even know the man and I had wanted his cock inside me. If we'd had a condom, I know I would have let him fuck me. Then I remembered the things I we said before I came. Had he gotten me to admit I wanted him to fuck me without a condom? I didn't even know the guy. I wouldn't let just any guy fuck me without a condom. But, then I ran the conversation over again and I realized I really did say that I wanted him to fuck me "just like this right now." Fuck, that was so slutty. But, I'm so glad he couldn't get hard enough to do it or I probably would've let him. Fuck! I was so horny. As I drove through, I was shocked at the park. It was full of kids and young families. The was a playground and a pool. Parents and kids everywhere. FUCK! If meeting guys was hard at the empty Riddell Park, then meeting them here was going to be impossible. I decided to park and walk around. I parked by the tennis courts and walked around a bit. I put my tank top on even though it still smelled like that guy's cum. I walked up to the pool and then decided there was no way I was going to "cruise" here. I walked back to the pickup and on my way saw some hot shirtless guys playing tennis. I stopped and watched them and their cocks and asses bounce in their shorts. I was starting to get hard again. Then I felt a person standing next to me. I looked over and it was the college guy from last week at Riddell Park. He smiled and said hi. So did I. He chuckled and said, "You must be horny. I didn't think I'd see you here less than a week after you blew me." I blushed. He said, "No offense or judgement dude. I'm really glad to see you." He said, "Do you want to come to my place? It's over there," and he pointed to apartments that were just off the park. I said yes. We walked over to his place. We talked about something, but I don't remember what. I remember thinking about sucking his cock again. As we left the park, he got close to me and grabbed my ass. He said, "No underwear, nice slut." I told him they were running shorts - mesh inside to hold it all in. He then said, "You smell like cum. You really know how to turn a guy on." I blushed. I took off my shirt. He pushed me up against a tree in the wooded area separating the park from the apartments and kissed me. I kissed him back. I felt his body in his shorts and polo. He felt good. He slipped his hand down the back of my shorts as our growing cocks pressed together. I pushed up his shirt and kissed his chest. His hand pushed my shorts down in back and he was grinding my back and ass into the tree. I felt his abs and undid is shorts buttons and dropped to my knees. I grabbed his rapidly hardening cock and stroked it and looked up at him. He looked around and said, "Suck it slut." I took him in my mouth. He was musky and salty. I sucked him and he held my shoulders. This was the second cock in my mouth in one hour. I loved it. I pushed my shorts down in front and stroked my cock as I sucked him off. He was moaning softly. I could feel his cock getting harder and almost rigid in my mouth. He said, "Fuck me. You need to stop or I'll cum." I kept going. He pulled me up on my feet and got on his knees and took my hard cock in his mouth. I moaned and said holy shit. I hadn't had a mouth on my cock since Eli. I looked around and realized how exposed we were and that through the trees people might see us. I got a little scared but then the pressure from his mouth on my cock made me look down and I forgot all about it. His hands were on my ass as he was sucking my cock. He was a great cock sucker. If I hadn't cum twice already that morning, I'd've shot my load already. Then I felt his hands reach into my crack and find my hole. He slipped in two fingers inside me with little resistance. I just grunted a bit. He fingered me and I was in heaven. I stepped out of my shorts. Naked now except for my running shoes, I was putty in his hands. I felt a finger from his other hand slip inside me too. I winced but let him keep going. It all felt so good. He stood up and we made out fiercely. He stepped out of his shorts and boxers and his hands were still on my back and ass. He stroked me some and I spit on my hand and stroked him too. He turned me around and dropped to his knees again and grabbed my ass, spread my cheeks, and spit on my hole a few times. He fingered his spit into me using one, two, then three fingers. He kept rimming me as he increased the pressure from his fingers. He was stroking his cock and I was stroking mine the whole time. He stood up and kissed the back of my neck. I heard him spit a few times and then he spit and rubbed it on my ass. Then I felt his cock push at my hole. I pushed back and adjusted and bent over and spread my legs to accommodate him. Oh god, it hurt at first but it felt so good to have a cock in my ass again. I grunted and winced as he pushed farther inside me. He made me squeal a bit and he stopped but I said, "Keep going. I'm ok. You feel good." He pushed in until his cock was buried in my ass and his pubes were on my ass. I pushed back naturally and he started to slowly fuck me. I was stroking myself as he fucked me. We only fucked for a few minutes before he pulled out and came all over my ass and hole. He shot like 6 or 7 ropes of cum on my ass. He dropped to his knees, turned me around, and sucked my cock until I came in his mouth. He swallowed. Fuck! That was so hot. Exhausted I leaned against the tree. We kissed and he told me his name was Tom. I gave him the number and we got dressed. He wrote down his number and said I was such a hot fuck. He kissed me and said he wanted to see me again. I said definitely. He walked to his apartment and I went to the pickup. It wasn't until I got to the pickup that my post-cum haze wore off. I realized my ass was wet with his cum and I slipped my hand down the back of my shorts and felt the cum on my ass and rubbed it on my hole. As I was slipping my finger covered with his cum in my ass, standing next to the pickup, in the middle of the park; I realized three things. 1. Holy shit! There were kids around me. I had to stop. 2. We hadn't used a condom. 3. I was slipping his cum into my ass. I stopped, pulled off my shirt, and rapidly wiped his cum off my ass wile trying to look inconspicuous. I was blushing and I remembered what I had been taught. Everyone told me to use condoms and I had just had sex with a guy and hadn't used one and I had almost let another guy fuck me without a condom today. What was wrong with me? I got in the pick up and drove back toward to the cabin very upset with myself for being so careless. When I got back to the cabin, I showered and busied myself doing some chores. I berated myself all day long. I was so angry at myself. That night when I went to bed, I jerked off as usual and I thought about how hot all the sex was during the day. When I came it was to the image of being bent over, hard cock in my hand, Tom's cock in my ass, against a tree, in just my running shoes. Fuck that was so hot!

After a long weekend with my parents, brother, aunt, uncle, and cousins all packed into the cabin; I needed some time on my own. I was also crazy horny. My parents and brother waited until Monday morning to leave and I was desperate to get off. When they left, I was dressed in what had become my outfit of choice at the cabin - running shorts and a tank top. After I sent them off, I decided to go for a run and went inside to change shoes. My cock took over and I spent the next 20 minutes jerking my cock thinking about sucking cock. When I blew my load, I was standing up at the bathroom sink and when I looked up in that awesome post-cum haze I realized that I was bent halfway over, my fingers in my ass, and just wearing my running shoes. I thought - fuck that's so hot. I cleaned up and went for my run. 5 miles in and 5 miles back out of Cooperstown on hills. It was still not easy, but I was definitely getting better with the journey. On the way, my mind wandered back to how hot I looked bent over, fingers in my ass, hard cock in my hard, in only my running shoes. Fuck! Every time I thought about it, I would get a chub. Thankfully, the run was so long that when I got back to the cabin I was tired and not horny at all. But then I saw Mr. Rider outside shirtless cutting his grass. That did it, instant boner. Fuck! I waved at him and said hi and went into the cabin. Damn it, I needed to get off again. I thought of the guys I had sucked off and my hand slid inside my shorts to grab my hard cock. I was jerking it and then as if on instinct, by other hand slid down the back of my shorts to feel my hole. I was so horny. Once I realized I hadn't even made it out of the living room before I started feeling myself up; I realized I needed cock. I needed it. Fuck! I grabbed the car keys and left for the Riddell Park. I just got in the pickup and drove. I was determined to get some cock. I got to Riddell and it wasn't too busy being like 11am on a Monday. There were a few cars and I parked and sat in the pickup for few minutes. I was here. Sure. But how the hell do I find a cock to suck. Last time the place was empty and I found 2 cocks from 2 single guys in the bathroom, so I thought I'll try that again. I got out, looked around, saw a couple of families, and wandered over to the bathroom. I walked in and nothing. No one was in the men's room. I searched my mind. How am I supposed to find a cock to suck if no one is her?. How would guys know I was willing to suck their cocks and that I was here? It wasn't something I could advertise - hell it was probably illegal. After realizing I'd been standing alone in the bathroom for a few minutes, I decided to go back outside. I leaned on a wooden fence not far from the bathrooms and waited. I was horny and stumped. My mind was blank. I had no idea what to do. About 10 minutes later, a guy walked passed me and looked at me. He made eye contact and I smiled. He smiled back and he went to the bathroom. I was nervous. I waited a minute and then I followed him inside. He was about 40-45, 5'10, 160, trim, fit, facial hair, blonde. As soon as I got inside and saw him at the urinal, I realized what a "creeper" I must seem and I basically ran all the way back to the pick up. I was totally freaked. I was totally creeping on that guy in order to taste his cock. What was wrong with me? Before I could get worked up about it, I heard a man's voice saying, "Are you okay?" I said I was as I turned around. It was the bathroom guy. He looked me over and stepped closer. He asked if I was alone. I said yes. He said, "Are you looking for something?" I looked at him and realized he was rubbing his crotch as he said it. I stared and said, "yes." He said, "This?" and nodded to his crotch. I nodded my head. He told me to follow him. I did. We walked a bit down a path and then he turned left off the path and onto a not-to-well-worn track where people had obviously walked previously. I asked where we were going. He said, "There is a little wooded area over here where people go to cruise sometimes." I asked him what cruising meant. He said, "You are cruising right now. You are looking for sex. It's called cruising." He asked me a few more questions and the answers he got made him smile. He said, "So you're a newbie. That's great. You look young and built and sexy and hungry for cock." He stopped in a semi-wooded area which wasn't as nature grown as much of the rest of the park. He said, "Strip." Without thinking I took off my tank top and pushed my hands into my shorts, dropped them and stepped out of them. Naked I dropped to my knees. He called me a hot slut and took out his cock. I immediately grabbed for it with my mouth. He was already hard and it was a nice cock, fat and not too big. I sucked it down fast like it was dinner. He immediately went weak kneed and grabbed the tree behind him. Watching me, he guided my head up and down his cock. I worked it and used my tongue to wet it and my lips to suck on the wet cock. I just wanted his load. Within 3 minutes he grabbed my head and blew his load down my throat. I liked off is cock and got all his cum. I dropped none on the ground. He told me what a hot slut I was and that he really was thinking of fucking my "pert ass" but I was such a good cock sucker that he gave me his load in my mouth. I was really horny and was still naked and now standing next to him. He asked me if I liked getting fucked and I said that I did. He said he would love to fuck me, but he was on some medication that kept him from getting off more than once (I know now that it was an anti-depressant medication but thought that was weird at the time). He ran his hands all over my body and said more than once how beautiful I was and what a great ass I had. He asked if I liked getting rimmed and I said I did. He told me to bend over and I did. He got on his knees and spread my ass. He rubbed his hands all over it. He said it was a great ass. He started to rim me. I felt the wetness on my ass and I moaned. That made him stick his tongue in me farther and work it around my hole more. I was rock hard. The man asked if I wanted to get off. I said yes. He said, "Would you have let me fuck you?" I said, yes. He called me a good slut. I asked if he wanted to fuck me. He said he did and that I could see his dick was starting to get chubby again. He ate my ass more as I was bent over and he was making me very wet. He asked when I'd last gotten fucked and I told him it was my ex. He moaned and started on my ass again. I wanted him to fuck me so much. I kept pushing my ass on his tongue. Then, realizing he was stroking his semi-hard cock as he ate my ass I asked him if he had a condom. He said no. He asked if I had one. I said I didn't. I said, "Too bad we can't fuck then." He agreed in a nonchalant way. I noticed his tone because how can you be nonchalant when your stroking your cock in a park while your tongue is wetting the ass of a guy naked and bent over in front of you. It was the last thing I noticed though. He kept eating my hole and then I felt a finger slip inside me. I moaned louder as he slid it all the way in. The man started asking me lots of questions and said dirty things. I was so turned on. He said, "You like coming out here all dressed like a slut and wanting cock don't you?" I moaned in agreement, He called me a teenage slut and a high school whore as a second and then third spit lubed finger invaded my ass. I started stroking my cock. He was jerking his half hard cock as he fingered me standing behind me. His fingers shoved up my ass, he made me tell him how much I liked sucking his cock and swallowing his load. I told him that he was going to make me cum and he said he was going to cum again too. Just as I was about to shoot he bent over me and said, "You want my cock in you now don't you?" I said I did. He said, "You really need to get fucked don't you?" I said I did. He rubbed is semi-hard cock on my ass and said, "Could I slide inside you like this right now?" I said yes. Saying that made me shoot my load with a loud groan and he then jerked his cock furiously and came on my ass. After we recovered, he said thanks and pulled up his pants and left. I wiped his cum off my ass with my shirt and slipped my shorts back on and carried my tank top back to the pickup.

It's hard to believe that Brad and I were ever friends. From the moment we started living together, he became the biggest ass I ever knew. I can deal with a messy roommate or someone that's maybe loud but doesn't realize it. Everything Brad did, though, was annoying. And he never seemed to miss an opportunity to put me down. When Brad read my Adam4Adam profile, he immediately charged into my room, acting all pius. "Anything goes?!" he asked with disdain. First of all, I happen to know that Brad barebacked. We had a couple of ex-hookups in common. Secondly, why the hell did it matter to Brad? We were just roommates; and we weren't each other's type. I replied "Hey, I'm being honest. I don't hook up often, but when I do, I don't like condoms. I'm being straight up about it." Apparently, Brad thought I was implying that he hooked up often; and he got upset. Well, it was true. Brad had somebody new over two or three times a week. So, I tried to brush off the conversation. But, his attitude was really starting to annoy me. And for the third time, he insisted that I pay a higher share of the electric bill because he felt I ran the air conditioning more than him. WTF?! I had the perfect idea to get back at him. I was somewhat familiar with bug chasers and the like. And I have to admit, the idea intrigured me a bit - even though I was too terrified to ever try it myself. It took a bit of planning - but if it worked, it would be a great way to get back at Brad for being such a pompous asshole. It only took a few minutes for me to create a fake profile on A4A. I used a screename that was certain to catch a poz guy's eye: chasemenow. It didn't take too long for one of the horny guys in San Diego to respond to that profile. Ah .. just what I was looking for. A handsome hung poz guy, Miguel, messaged me. Let's put this plan into motion now. I explained to Miguel that I was a chaser and wanted to get stealthed, but that I was very shy. I told him to change his status to neg and to message me on my other screenname (which was actually my roommate's a4a name.) It took some explaining- but I eventually convinced Miguel that I was a chaser that wanted a surprise stealthing. And that it would be hot if he pretended to be neg; and then revealed he had HIV as he came inside me. I told him that he needed to pretend to be neg in case 'my boyfriend' (which Brad didn't actually have) ever read the messages. Would Brad take the bait? Two days later, Brad couldn't wait to tell that he had a hot guy coming over to see him. vBrad asked me to answer the door if Brad was in the shower. Actually, I think he just wanted to rub it in that he was hooking up again. The shower was probably just an excuse for me to see his new trick. When Miguel arrived, Brad was in the bathroom and showering, not surprisingly. I introduced myself to Miguel; and told him Brad was in the shower. I offered him a drink while he waited. "You're really cute," Miguel told me "Do you and your roommate play together?" "No," I explained to him, "we aren't each other's type." I suppose Miguel could tell I liked him since I couldn't stop staring at the bulge in his shorts. "Why don't you get me ready while I wait for him to finish showering?" Miguel suggested. I have to say that I love it when a hung guy is assertive like that. Miguel quickly pulled down his shorts and revealed his large semi-hard cock. Maybe it was because he was so hot - or maybe it was because I wanted to get back at Brad, I don't know why, but I instantly dropped to my knees and started sucking on him. I had completely forgotten he was poz, too for the time being. I was too distracted by his massive dick. I wasn't just sucking his dick. I was devouring it - trying to suck him dry before the shower stopped. It was probably a good thing that the shower stopped after a few minutes. Otherwise, I would have ended up with a poz load in my mouth. Miguel put his monster cock away and Brad made his way out into the dining room area. I had wondered if we seemed awkward to Brad. But, Brad was so arrogant, I don't think he even assumed I could have been slobbering on the cock that he was about to get. Brad guided Miguel into his bedroom, almost acting like royalty. What an ass. Miguel gave me a little wink as he followed Brad into his room. Oh .. that was a perfect indication of what was to come. I guess I knew Brad's routine at this point. He'd put on a movie .. ask his new date to "cuddle." And a few minutes into the movie, I'd hear his bed rocking. I think Brad always wanted me to hear he was getting fucked. I found it hard to believe that anyone could make that much noise every time he hooked up. Not surprisingly, I heard the squeaking and rocking of his bed. I never especially cared about his hookups before; but I desperately wanted to be a fly on the wall on this time. I ended up kneeling down with an ear to the bottom of the door, listening in for any clues as to what was unfolding. "Oh, God that feels so good," Brad said with perverse delight. I had never been more turned on. Brad was getting fucked by a poz guy and he didn't even know it. Fuck yeah! "Take that dick," Miguel answered back. Miguel must have been pounding hard, because I heard a lot of slapping noises. More moans, gasps and slapping noises followed. A random "yeah, fuck my ass!" escaped Brad's lips. "You like this big raw dick up your ass huh?" Miguel queried. I was relieved. I had worried for a bit that Brad might make Miguel put on a rubber. Brad only moaned in response to the question. Their pace seemed to be picking up. I was only just starting to realize that I had pulled my shorts down and I was jacking off as I kept my ear to the bottom of the door. "You ready for my poz cum?!" Miguel blurted out. "Huh?!?" I heard Brad respond confused. "I'm stealthing your ass, bitch!" Miguel clarified. Brad's only response was a steady yell that quavered probably because of deep thrusts attacking his hole now. "I'm about to shoot my HIV up your ass bitch!" Miguel insisted. I was about to unload too as I jacked my rockhard dick. Brad's yell was muffled. It sounded like maybe Miguel shoved his mouth into the pillow. Then, Miguel belted out a low pitched moan and one final warning, "you're getting pozzed!" It sounded like a wrestling match was unfolding. I suppose Brad was resisting somehow. He was a petite guy though. I couldn't imagine him getting the upper-hand here. Miguel seemed to be winning in this contest though because the last thing I heard him say was "take it bitch" followed by several loud slapping noises. He must have been pounding him ruthless. Hell yeah! My own dick exploded jizz like never before. I was probably blowing my load just as Brad was taking a poz load. It felt AMAZING!!! Just after I came, I darted into my bedroom as quickly as possible and into my bathroom. I didn't want to hear how things were going to go after that. LOL. That was a few weeks ago. Brad never talked about it. I gotta say .. he seems much less cocky now though. :-)

Yes i did and i took poz loads

The young blond guy opened the door, please to see me but also scared, fully aware of what’s going to happen, what he has agreed to. We’d been talking for a long time, he was turned on big time by the thought of HIV surging through his veins, but like a lot of chasers, he was still nervous about the actual act, the moment when he knew his life was changed forever, the moment when a part of me was going to be in him for the rest of his life. I have a very high viral load so he knew that the chance of conversion was very high, a fact that the blondie was aware, and indeed my viral load was a huge turn on for him but also made him scared of the reality of what he was about to do. I have always had a bit of a thing a guy with sexy hair, especially blond hair. He knew it. He used to send me pics of his hair from all angles so I knew how sexy it looked, leaving the gel out of it for me so I could see and feel it natural. When he closed the door behind me the first thing I asked him to do is bow his head forward. I reached out and my hands buried in his soft thick blond hair for the first time, feeling it between my fingers made my poz cock harden in my jeans, making me want this cute boy even more. It was unfair to restrain my cock anymore. It wanted out so I unzipped and whipped it out, standing there harder than id ever felt before. The boy reached down and wrapped his hand around my thick poz cock, looking down I see a big bulge in his jeans, but I wasn't going to let it 'breathe' yet. I pushed my hand down on the top of his hair and told him to get on his knees and pleasure my toxic rod with his cute boy mouth. He did without hesitation. I looked down at his sexy blond hair and buried my hands in it once more as I felt his wet warm boy mouth slide over the head of my hard, throbbing poz cock. It felt so good as his mouth slid up and down my shaft, making it wet and feeling the head of my cock hit the back of his throat as he took it deeper and deeper with each stroke. He was doing a good job, it made me want to say don’t stop and flood his sweet mouth with cum, but there was a more sweeter, tighter place I wanted my cum to go. I told him to stand up and lead me to the bedroom. I could see the worry come back into his eyes. He had gone from immersing himself in the pleasure of sucking a cock to the reality that he was about to give up his body to me for the rest of his life. He led me into his parents' room as it was the biggest bed and they were out of the country on a holiday. I told him to strip for me and he did, releasing his stiff neg cock. I grabbed it in my hand and started to wank it as I kissed him deep, driving my tongue into his sweet young mouth, my hands back it that blond hair. I pushed him back on the bed, laying on him and kissing him even more, wanking his cock really hard, getting him very close to loosing control. Just before he did I stopped and told him to turn over, he did and before me was a sweet bubble but I parted it with my hands to reveal a tight twitching hole. I went down straight away got my tongue on that sweet hole, rimming him deep and fast, he writhed with pleasure, moaning loudly as my tongue penetrated his hole making it relax, making it want more. My poz cock was dripping with pre cum. I had not cum in over a week - just to make sure he got a big toxic load from me. I used my mouth and tongue to make his hole as wet as possible, then began to kiss up his back, moving my cock up his inner leg leaving a trail of pre-cum as it went. My tongue reached his hair as I positioned my cock at his still twitching hole. I could see in his teary eyes that he knew exactly what was going to happen but it was far to late to stop. I put my hands in the top of his hair and grabbed it, as I began to run my tongue up the back of his hair I pushed my highly venomous cock into his tight hole. He gasped as my thick cock slid slowly all the way in until I was balls-deep in him. I repeatedly reminded him he was being penetrated by my poz cock and how I was going to drive my high viral load right into him - deep. I started to pump his ass deeper and faster, his hole giving into my relentless thrusting, not that it had a choice. I drew my cock almost out then plunged it deep making him moan and gasp even louder, getting it so deep I could feel his inner ring around the head of my cock, as I drew it out for the third time I could see traces of blood on my cock, it turned me on so much, seeing that blood knowing that I will be coating his inner wounds with my venom, getting straight into his bloodstream, making the chances of infection almost certain. I drove my cock back in deeper, then picked up the pace, fucking his little ass harder deeper, using all my force, fucking him through the mattress. I could feel the pleasure building knowing my balls were ready to unload, so I did him deeper than ever, grabbed his hair, pulled his head back and said to him “You’re about to get what you’ve wanted for ages - my HIV buried deep in your boy pussy" and with a couple of more strokes and I felt my cock explode inside him, shooting volley after volley of highly toxic poz cum deep into his body, coating his ass walls, inner wounds and filling his inner ring. My orgasm seemed never ending. The boy's hole had done its job properly. When I pulled out my cock was pink with the mixture of poz cum and blood, he looked at it and you could see panic in his eyes, “It’s too late now boy, the deed is done.” We chatted and cuddled for a while, letting him think about and come to terms with what had just happened. He began to get horny again and said he wanted to swallow my load before I went. I stood up and once again felt his warm mouth over my cock, this time my cock even more sensitive. As I looked down, my hands buried in his blond hair I thought to myself, today is about me not you boy. I let him suck me till I was really close, then told him to stop, I pulled out my cock , told him to bow his head forward and wanked myself off all over his cute blond hair, shooting loads all throughout his hair. As you might surmise, I was greatly turned-on by the sight of my strings of white cum strung across his hair, and on inspiration I rubbed my poz cum into his hair and scalp, and styled it with my juices. I asked him to get some scissors, and I cut a small amount of his hair. “Now you have my DNA deep in you and on you boy, and I’m taking this hair as a trophy of the day I changed your life forever.” He smiled at me with a slight tear in those pretty blue eyes, and showed me to the door. As he closed it behind me and I walked away - a job well done, an inward smile on my face. Success.

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

I'd been chatting with this guy online for ages. We were gonna meet up but we never really managed it. I was hot for his cock because of the pictures he sent me, and he was saying he was mostly bottom. He wanted it BB. When he knew my status he got into poz talk with me. His messages online were soo horny I was gagging to meet this guy. He was getting turned on by poz talk and the idea of fucking and being fucked by me and my toxic dna. This guy was getting me hot. The thrill of him - neg - fucking a poz guy, the taboo and the risk were getting him off. We got into more and more dirty poz talk on the messages and this guy wanted my poz cum in him. I wanted his neg cum in me. Told him I was undetectable and on meds (which I am, even though some of my fuckbuddies wish I were highly toxic.) The chat got deep and hot. One of those chats that made you wish you were neg again, just so you could get pozzed up again to please this hot stud getting turned on by you. He'd just cream himself watching me being pozzed for him I bet. A meeting was fixed then couldn't happen cos one of us couldn't, after all make it. The chats, and the horniness, continued. Until Saturday...then we were gonna meet, at a local cruising ground in North London. Fantastic, I couldn't wait. He didn't really know where he was going but I thought my directions were reasonable so I duly set of. I got there, stripped down to my very short shorts and lubed my hole. I walked round, almost no guys here (it had been a sunny afternoon so everyone had probable fucked in the sunbathing area earlier, and indeed evidence on jizz on leaves, used rubbers and lube sachets still fresh met me when I got there.) Fucking hell, it was humid. I was sweating already. The time for him to be there came and went, and by this time I was feeling both disappointed and horny as fuck. I wanted to dump my load and I was desperate to get fucked. "I'll be in black jogging bottoms" he said. So I looked for guys like this. Nothing doing. Then he messaged and told me he was at the edge of the woods.I started to make my way back. Fifteen minutes later, nothing. I was in just a jock by now and to be honest was thinking nothing was gonna happen. Where is he? did he get lost? Was it my directions? Did I miss him? What if he thinks I'm a timewaster? Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.... Meanwhile I stand there, remembering the fuck I had on new year's day with another guy online. Tattooed, a PA and an old fashioned white sports jock and this guy had me from the way our eyes locked as he looked the image of sex. We've met once or twice since and his load is sweet. We were both naked except jocks we stripped and fucked in the freezing cold. We sucked and fucked and I loaded his tight arse after a good rimming session. Hes mainly top but he sometimes bottoms. He's a great bottom. and a hungry aggressive and rough top. He grabbed my shoulders and pounded me with his PAd cock, sending me into heaven as he just threw poz talk and breeding talk at me before he angrily and hungrily spunked in me. I mused...and got hard. Ten minutes later and nothing. Where is my fuckbuddy? I am aching for poztalk and raw fucks. Meanwhile up comes a guy in blue shorts and a grey polo. He walks up to me, we kiss, it's electric. My hand go to his shorts and feel a big bulge. I get excited. Then he puts his hand round to my prelubed hole, opens his eyes in surprise and kisses me deep. I like the taste of his mouth. I grab the back of his neck to draw his mouth closer. He's sweating. my cock hardens for this hot man whose name I don't even know, but with whom I hope to swap body fluids. A hit of poppers. They're strong and old fashioned. And this guy behaves like an awakened bear. We grab each other. And we kiss. deep and hard. God, this is gonna be good... I practically pull his shorts off and then his slip underwear comes down revealing a BIG and THICK heavily veined uncut cock, stiffening in response to my hand I'm liking this guy and stoop to suck his cock...."I wanna get fucked by that" I say. He kisses me. He wanks my cock. He bends down and sucks me. It's delicious and I am in his warm mouth, my poz precum blending with his spit. I suck him. Deep. I am determined to deep throat this tall stud with a huge cock who has got me so turned on. Fuck me, I say, I want your cock in me so bad as I strip his top off him and he is naked before me. He agrees. "got any rubbers?" he asks. "Don't you want it bareback?" I reply. "I do" he says, then "But I;m the guy online you agreed to meet and I'm so turned on by you being poz but I bet you'd poz me" My cock lurches and I nearly cum on the spot as I grab him close and kiss him...."It's you! Fuck! I'm so happy...I am horny for you" I bend down and lick the precum from his dripping dick before kissing him deep. He kneels and takes my dick in his mouth "you like my poz pre-cum then Mr? My toxic dna mingling with your spit" He groans and sucks me deeper....I feel like I am gonna cum. I lick my fingers and reach down to find his hole responding to the touch. Twitching as my fingers gently probe. This guy likes getting fucked, clearly. And here we are, me having set out to be the top and all I can think about is being so turned on I want this enormous cock pounding me. This guy has turned me - the poz one - into his aching, begging would be cumdump! We kiss and cuddle and wank again then he turns me round..."I'm gonna use a rubber cos I've seen your posts on breeding zone and I know you'd stealth me, you'd poz me if you got the chance" he said. I wouldn't to be honest but he doesn't know that and in fairness my posts may give that impression. He's getting turned on by the idea and he rubbers his cock. "I'm gonna fuck your poz arse" he said. "I so want to bareback but I cant". I'm in no position to quibble, this guy has me insane with lust for him and "fuck me...use me" I pant. His rubbered cock presses against me...slides in...I don't even feel pain this time...and he starts to fuck me. He bends me over a tree and leans over me and I feel the heat from his cock inside me, the heat from his belly on my back ad the heat from his chest on my upper back, and I feel his urgency and I am in heaven. I am having the time of my life. The poz talk starts again "think of your cock and pre cum mingling with my poz arejuices" I say." you're so big and banging hard against my prostate you might get some poz blood in your piss pipe". he groans and answers back "yeah you wanna poz me don't you" "fuck yes I say"....all I wanna do is please this guy, cos he is pleasing me so much. "Ohhh" I hear and his rythym changes....he keeps going but pulls out after two or three minutes. "The condom broke" he said. "So your unprotected cock was in there with my toxic juice and you kept fucking me" I said. "Yeah,hot." "Come back in me" "I cant, not bareback, you'll poz me up" "Please" What has gotten into me? This guy's sex and smell is under my skin...the chemistry so intense. He tells me he is married to a woman, and can't. I understand and at the same time am jealous that this lucky woman gets a hot top like this. And all I can think of is his cock, and then his arse, and fucking and sucking each other and I have to pinch myself to stop shooting there and then. I lick his belly and chest and nipples and soon am drinking the sweat from his armpit and his neck. I suck his cock deep, telling him I am drinking my poz juice. He sucks me again. Another rubber is produced and he's soon back inside fucking me I want this never to end. I am having the time of my life. And its entirely lust. We fuck like this then alternate with sucking and then I am so close I cant hold it. The poz talk keeps going. He wants to fuck me after a bunch of poz guys have loaded me. I tell him I'd love to be neg again just so he can get me pozzed up and he groans and moans and tells me he is so close to coming too. I just know I will do whatever this guy wants if he wants it regular. My neg fucker wants poz talk. We face each other, wanking, our cocks slick with spit and lube. I want him to come in me even if rubbered and then finger his cum up me or let me drink it but that's probably not gonna happen. Doesn't stop me wishing. "come over me" he says..."I want that poz cum all over me" I cant hold any longer and start to buck and moan...he kneels down and I begin to cum. My first shot on his chin and chest...My second and third on his chest and belly. I am cumming as his arms grip my legs and he slides his fingers into my fucked hole...fuck he knows how to please. And then his mouth is swallowing me. "Urrggh" I moan as he sucks my now sensitive cock head before managing to say "drink my poz cum". A groan and he shoots upright "Im gonna cum on your cock" And he shoots, and shoots....I watch the first two then I kiss him as he bucks and spunks and I am covered in jizz. He quietens. I finger some of his cum into me as I lick his freshly spent cock. I want this man's dna in me just as he is so turned on by my dna , and the dna of the HIV inside me. He licks my poz cum from his chin and it's swallowed. And I nearly come again. I kiss him again...toxic cum and neg cum and spit mingling in our mouths before I bend and lick and drink up every bit of cum I can find before kissing him again. And I am spent, and happy, and feeling my arse without his cock in it. This neg married guy who got off on breaking a rubber in me and the risk of fucking me raw, just for a second. We agree,kissing in each other's arms, that we wanna do regular, indoors and outdoors, and explore each others' bodies and desires. I loved the condom break but resolve to order XXL condoms for this guy. "Awesome cock, your wife's a luck woman" I say. "She has commented" he says. I bet. The talk, the pre-meet chats, the kissing, the heat of his body, the cock, his face and so many other things make this the most intense fuck I have had easily in months. And that includes the poz PA'd tattooed fucker who raped my hole rough and raw on new year's day not fifteen feet from where we now stood. The grin on my face is almost tangible as we kiss and dress and hug. I hope we do this again and again. Two hours later I am at home, not yet showered. I'm still covered in his cum. My arse slick with lube and the cum he spunked on my cock is on my balls and groin. I am feeling well fucked, a little sore (he WAS big, I'm not complaining) and just being grateful. I hope this guy will be a regular fuckbuddy. He wants me to fuck him. I cant wait to fuck him, and I want him to fuck me again. ....my big neg fuckbuddy is so turned on by the risk of being pozzed and by the fact I am turned on my barebacking him and the fact he is turned on by the risk. And I wanna know what else will turn him on. I think of finding poz guys to recharge me as he sits watching and getting turned on by it, and joining in. Knowing that I am gonna beg him to let me bareback him, and beg him to bareback me I am so turned on. He's not gonna give in I suspect, but he says he knows that wont stop me asking. This sexual game is gonna continue, I hope...and please us both. And then it strikes me I didn't rim him...I was so carried away I forgot to get my tongue stuck up his sweet puckered arsehole before fucking it. And I picture the scene we've just had. And a grin spreads across my face, and I start to feel a thickenining in my pants and a twitching of my arsehole. Next time, I think, next time...I cant wait to taste him.

Click here to see original blog post on Neg2Poz Up next is Little Poz Boy, who got into the whole bareback, bugchasing scene at a young age. Not only has he been fucked bareback and token anonymous loads, he also happened to convert after the very first time that he had sex with a poz top. Here's what Little Poz Boy had to say. Hi. What is your screen name and what site(s) can people hook up with you at? Littlepozboy - nastykinkpigs.com & scatboi.com. And how old are you? I am 19. For anyone that wants to hook up w/ you, what do you look for in a sex partner? Someone who has a cock and wants to breed me. I'm not picky. Let's go back to the beginning, tell us about your first bareback encounter? It was my stepdad. He popped my cherry and he did it bareback. He fucked me on a Friday night and took his time. He fucked me two times during the whole session. He had been having me suck his cock three months prior. On that Friday night, he told me that I was ready to be popped. He had me suck his cock as he fingered my boyhole. He told me that it was going to be very painful, but to understand that is part of getting popped and that he would really enjoy it. He fucked me two times, but each time was for a very long time. Is that what got you hooked onto bareback? Yes. This is what got me hooked. Plus my stepdad trained me only to be fucked bareback. Why did you make the leap from bareback to bugchaser? I was bugchaser from the start. I was trained that it's a badge of honer to be a pozzed up bottom. What training did you receive from your stepdad? What exactly did he teach you about being poz and sex in general? He told me that being poz was a honor. He told me that I had to take a tops cum like a good boy cunt. He taught me that sex with a man needed to be bareback because true sex is skin to skin. He told me true bottoms always accept the cum in there boy cunts. What were your thoughts, emotions when you were having sex and being trained by your stepfather? I always looked up to my stepdad and wanted to make him happy. When he first asked me to suck his cock, I felt like I was really something special to him. Then when he started fucking me, I felt like he enjoyed being with me. I liked how much time he spent with me, going into detail how to service a man. I love my stepdad. I know he trained me for his pleasure. I now like what I am and we still have a very special bond with each other. Can you tell us about the first time you knowingly took a poz load? My first anonymous top was a black top. He was hung. I wanted it so badly. I was kneeling and sucking his cockhead while his hands were on the back of my head. He told me he was poz. All I could do was mumble. He put me on my back. He then used duck tape to tie my legs wide open. He told me he was going to gag me, because I would scream as he entered me. He was right. I did. He fucked me the first time for 2.5 hours and then bred my boyhole. He plugged me. I then relaxed for awhile. Then he started over again. After it was done and over with, what were your emotions? How did you feel? I was happy, because my first black top fucked me hard and was poz. Did you try to hold the load in as long as possible or try to get it out of you immediately? The black dude plugged my boyhole. He fucked me several times over a long weekend. He told me that plugging my boyhole would help keep my boyhole open for his cock. How did you hook up with a black poz man? One of my stepdad's buddies told me he was into younger bottoms and that he would most likely love fucking me. So he emailed me and ask me if I would be interested in meeting him. I was scared, but I did it. How many poz loads would you say you took during that time when you were chasing? I was bred poz by my first anonymous top. What was your favorite memory during the bugchasing process? That I was so lucky to have my first anonymous top fuck me, bred me and poz me too. Now that your poz, does your family know? What was their reaction? My stepdad knew and was proud. My mom found out later and that was the breaking point for her. She told me that she did not want to see me again. Now that you are poz, what have you been getting into sexually? What are you up to these days? I love nasty no limit sex - K9, pain & bondage. Any words for people that are on the fence as to whether or not to take poz loads and/or bugchase? I got bred poz. It is going happen if you get fucked bareback. It's nice to know who bred ya poz (well at least know what they look like; I did not know the name of my breeder. He just had me call him daddy). Any final comments? Bareback sex is the only true way to be fucked. Getting bred poz is a honor in my book. More...

Finally! It happened. I finally had enough courage (lol Apple) and invited a guy I'd been messaging on Grindr. Once he arrived it was non stop for what felt like hours, but was actually only about 15 minutes. He never once said a thing about a condom, he never asked and neither did I. Before I knew it he was shooting so deep I practically felt it fill me up. He then just pulled out and pulled up his shorts and left. As he was walking out of my room he turned around and said, "Hope you enjoy my charged load!" Damnit I want more!

Had a buddy come over yesterday to help me fuck a twink I've been screwing regularly for the past couple of months. He's a scrawny little 20 year old emo boy and we're both older, bigger dudes. It was pretty hot watching my friend rail his little ass with his fat cock. I dumped two big loads into the boy over the course of a few hours.

Two parts: - The first entry: my ring stretching around his mushroom head and then it breaking through and suddenly he's deep inside. - The breeding with full length strokes then suddenly he pushes right to the base, balls against my ass and I feel his cock pulsing as the load goes in deep.

I'm going to get loaded today by a guy that has a bunch of stds and may have hiv we are going to do it 3-4 times to make sure that I get them

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 1 – Julian) On one of my trips I met Julian. It was a rainy summer afternoon and he approached me at a gas station. He asked me if he could get on board and drive with me for a while. He didn’t seem to care which way I would take, as long as he could leave this place. Since the guy was quite small, I asked him about his age. He told me he just turned 18 and I demanded to see his ID, which he showed me willingly. Nice, I thought….. he was also very skinny. I like that on my boys a lot, although I didn’t know if he could get the spot on the ‘Scorpion Gift Service’ at all. “You’re a runaway? Or do you have some other kind of problems? I don’t want to get involved with some kind of thug or so” I asked him. He denied to be a ‘no good’ and said he did run away from home, but since he was an adult it was his choice to leave anyway. I nodded and asked for his name. He answered it was Julian. “Okay – walk to the exit. I will pay my charges and then I will pick you up….” I motioned my head to the exit of the gas station’s lot. He thanked me quite a lot and took his bag and walked away. I watched his tiny little ass wiggle in the old and worn out jeans. After paying my gas I went to my car and turned to the exit. There he was. Standing close to the exit and smiling at me. I stopped the car and told him he could throw his bag into the trunk. After all was done, he took the passenger’s seat and buckled up. We drove for a while. Although I tried to open a conversation the little guy seemed to be shy. “What’s your problem at home? Do you have problems in your school or in your family?” I asked Julian. He gazed out of the window and did not reply. “Well, then maybe it is a girl? Are you dating girls?” I wanted to know. “Of course I date girls…. I am not a faggot” Julian snapped. “Okay….. then what is so terrible, that you chose to run away instead of finishing your school or find some work?” I insisted. “It is my step dad…… after my mother had died, he is….. doing things to me…..” Julian mumbled. “What kind of things?” I wanted to know. “Well he is doing things to me, he should actually do with another woman” he said. “You mean your dad tried to come on to you?” I played shocked. “Step-dad” Julian said. We drove for a while without saying a thing. “Why didn’t you go to the police…..” I wanted to know. “And then…. what?” he stared dreamingly at the surroundings outside the car. “I feel safe here, now that I found a way to get so far away as possible” he added. Julian sniffed from time to time but didn’t say a word for the next couple of miles. “The first time he touched me was, when I called him for dinner…. I remember him, standing behind me, touching my nape, watching at the dinner table, with his hand driving down my spine…. and then resting on my butt. Squeezing my ass cheeks” he continued talking. “Then he started touching me more often, being at home I got kissed on my mouth all of the sudden. Soon he asked me to french-kiss him and that started the whole thing I guess” Julian thought loudly. “Maybe, if I would have stopped him…. maybe I encouraged him. He knew I had a girl friend… he knew I was not gay, but still he said, now that my mom is gone, someone had to fulfill her duties. And I was doing the chores so well, so why not take his…. his…. dick and milk it also” Julian sighed. I didn’t ask him a thing. I let his heartbreaking stories just emerge. “I should have known…. but I was scared. I didn’t want to lose my step dad also. I just had lost my mom” Julian cried. “And one night he came into my room and I felt him entering my bed. I screamed and shouted out loud but he didn’t care. I tried to defend myself, but somehow he managed to rip my underpants away and he placed his hard cock up to my asshole and simply fucked away.” Julian’s voice got monotone. “It hurt so much…. he promised he would never ever do it again. And I believed him…. and the next night he forced me to suck him, since he was not allowed to fuck me anymore and since I protested against it, he raped my ass anyway.” Julian didn’t recognize, that after all the story I chose a route that would lead us into a little forest. I stopped the car and turned to him, but he was still gazing out of the window, like he was somewhere else. The day I told him I would involve the police, if he wouldn’t stop - he brought 6 guys home that evening. I thought I would die…. *sobs* I really thought that after the gang rape they would kill me, because they told me so.” “But they didn’t kill me, thnough they told me they could…. but if I would comply and please them however they needed me….. I was allowed to live and to work on their cocks” he looked sadly at me. “Do you understand, why I had to leave” he asked me and now he realized we were parking in an deserted part of a forest, he actually didn’t know. “What are we doing here?” he wanted to know. “Well it was such a heart-breaking story. I wanted some time out to listen to it and talk to you.” I told him. Julian nodded. “Don’t worry about me…. I will find my way” he smiled at me softly. “But why, did he chose you anyway? I asked Julian. He shrugged with his shoulders and guessed, that his stepdad would have been a homo all along. “Hmmmm…. possible but unlikely” I said. “Maybe you acted like a faggot? Maybe you stared at his bulge when he came home, tired from work and longing for just a hot meal? Maybe you stared at the crotches of his male friends and they thought – a hole is a hole and yours is an easy hole, because you invited them to use your body?” I looked Julian straight into his eyes. The guy was shocked and started almost to cry. “You know, when I saw you at the gas station my first thought was also, that you are a sleazy faggot. A guy who does everything to drain a nut. Who is simply just horny for dicks, to get his ass cunt fucked and to swallow cum as much as possible.” “No wonder your step dad groped you, since it was your fault to begin with. You are a dirty little slut Julian” I concluded. “So…. what are you waiting for” I asked him bluntly. He wanted to know what I mean. “You cum-bucket sit here… telling me like, for weeks you have been seduced your dad’s cock and his friends dicks to fuck you to pieces and now you got me rocking hard and you don’t want to finish your job. I mean…. are you serious?” I growled. “Please…. I don’t want to do a job here…. I just want to step out at the next gas station or town.” he demanded. “I can’t see a gas station here…. and I don’t see a town for miles and miles to come. But you are welcome to step out any time” I looked seriously at Julian. In order to appease me, he touched my junk and tried to squeeze it a little bit, to get some attention to his words. Of course touching me there…. didn’t help him much. “Open my fucking jeans and start blowing and you better start it now…. or you can get off the car, but believe me, before we part…. I will get you a good beating. Maybe your step-dad should have given you more of that. And I promise you, I am good in beating you to a pulp.” I grinned insanely at Julian who got really scared now. He started to cry and begged me again repeating the words ‘Please’ all over again. Slowly he opened my jeans and freed my rocking hard cock. He stroked it slowly up and down. “No teeth and remember to swallow my cum.” I reminded him and he got down swallowing my cock. I enjoyed the feeling of his tongue on my dickhead. After a while he started deep-throating me. He was really not bad at allin sucking. Not a single time he scraped against my dick with his teeth . My eyes were closed while he did his job. I didn’t even warn him, when my eyes started to tingle. His mouth went up and down my dick. He used his hands jacking me off also, while his lips massaged my cock nicely. I could hear him swallow and moan in distress from time to time. I enjoyed it when my first shot hit his throttle. He closed his mouth around my prick head and sucked in earnest to get all my sweet juice out of my balls. Gush after gush my piss-slit fired the cum out of my balls. “Man…. you blow like a professional whore” I sighed. “You are the best faggot cum sucking slut I ever laid my eyes on” I complimented him. “You did a great job fag” I thanked him politely for sucking and stuffed my cock back into my jeans and buttoned up. Julian cried silently and I ruffled his hair. “Sometimes it is the best to accept your fate” I told him softly. “Being a hole for other homo or hetero guys is not so bad at all. You have a task to fulfill and there will be always dicks wanting to unload in you. You should take your strength out of that, knowing you give other blokes a good orgasm” I explained to him. I started the engine and we entered the road again. Julian couldn’t stop his tears, and he felt degraded and abused. And this was just the beginning…..

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…..

The Homeless Guys From the Video Store –Fucked up, Dicked down, Pimped out PART 1 – THE HOMELESS GUYS SHOW AND FUCK ME UP PART 2 – THE FRANKLIN SQUARE BOYS DICK ME DOWN PART 3 – UNCLE JACK’S HOUSE/CRACK DEN – PIMPED OUT INTRO This story picks up after the end of - Joseph – Dr Mike’s Patient I Stealth Pozzed and Earned my BIOHZARD Status - Time for Phase 5 – Turning Joseph into a Stealth Pozzer and the Break Up A quick recap, it was time to make Joseph a stealth pozzer and to get him to move on past me. I got him buzzed, we went to a video store where they had booths in the back, and I saw a couple black homeless guys that I had fucked with before at the main library when I was there with Carl. Carl was a homeless vet I met through Dr Mike as told in the story Carl – The Homeless Dick Gangbang in the Library and Matt the War Hero. The two were in their mid-30s I guess, very rough and thuggish looking, were always together, and for a $10 bill would do anything, and I mean anything. They smelled like god-awful hell, but they each had HUGE DICKs, well over 10 inches and thick, and fucked to hurt. One of them also had an ongoing case of gonorrhea, so his dick was especially nasty. I gave them each $10 with a promise of at least two loads in my ass from each of them, and told them I would give them $5 more for every dick they found to fuck me to – along with some very special instructions – and a generous tip at the end. The instructions were to make sure to find and tell Joseph once they got started that they had a whore they were pimping out they were looking for only AIDs and STD filled dicks to breed him even though they had promised him they were negative and clean. I knew one of the last guys fucking my ass was gonorrhea dick as he fucked rough and talked nasty, “Got us some fucked up pussy here, nice pussy, this pussy TIGHT YO! Gonna nutt up all in that pussy yo, big fuck nutt.” I had no idea who the guy was I was sucking and did not care. I had arranged for the two homeless guys who pimped me out in the video booth to come over for the night for $50 each. I promised them all the ass they could take, a hot shower, I would wash their clothes while they were here, food, a place to smoke and party that was safe and dry, and an offer to feel free to pimp me out some more and I would make it worth everyone’s while – basically I was their bitch. They said they knew two younger boys who hung out at Franklin Square Park, one just got out of jail, both had at least 11 inches and they had all gangbanged some white bitches together at a crack house before so they knew these guys were down for anything rough, freaky, and nasty. With any luck, I would have a lot for Dr Mike to add to his file. Now for the rest of my evening. PART 1 – THE HOMELESS GUYS SHOW AND FUCK ME UP I had finished up my final chat with Joseph, cleaned the apartment up a little, opened the windows to let in some cool, spring air, and slammed a couple beers as I waited, hoping the two homeless guys would show up. My hole was sore from all the fucking at the video store, but I was not satisfied as the pig in me wanted more dick, and I was horny as hell and hoping they would get there soon. I did not shower, but did let out as much cum and ass juice as I could to dry out a bit and create more friction, plus it had been up there long enough to make sure whatever toxic shit was in there made its way into my blood stream. I was sitting on the couch with the lights down low, drinking another beer and watching a straight porn when there was a knock on the door. I looked through the peep hole and recognized one of the guys from the bookstore. Damn it – I hate when folks do that and don’t buzz from the front door. I like knowing when someone is coming up for any last minute prep, but they were here, so time to get the party started. I opened the door, said hi, they walked past me, set their backpacks and bags down and I was hit again by their smell. JESUS! I guess the smell of piss, cum, and filth in the bookstore helped masked it, because now they were ripe! My ass twitched knowing they were swinging some big black meat between their legs. I also realized I had never gotten their names before, but in my own house the good host in me came out and I introduced myself and found out the guy with gonorrhea dick was Dwayne and his friend was Malcolm. Dwayne then turned once I closed the door and said, “Yo man, hope its cool, but we ran into someone else on the way. He has a girl and shit, but when we said what all we done to you downtown he wanted a taste. His thing though yo is he don’t want you to see him, alright? Just quick in and out – you down?” My ass was really twitching now and I said, “Sure man. So how are we going to do this?” Dwayne stepped past me and said, “Just bend over in front of the TV and look away. He’s in the hall around the corner, told him to wait till I checked it was cool. Let me get him.” So Dwayne stepped out, I took off my pants, bent over facing the windows with my ass waiting. Malcolm started to get undressed and sat on the couch, lit up a smoke, and slowly stroked his dick, which was already semi-hard and precumming. I heard Dwayne come back into the apartment, some whispering, then Dwayne walked around in front of me and said, “Remember – no looking. Just open up that pussy for his nutt, and suck me.” I opened my mouth as Dwayne unzipped, took out his infected dick, let me lick the head and stuffed my mouth. His big black dick head was crusted with a mix of infected ooze, ass juices (from me and who knows who else), sweat, and his filth, and tasted like rotten steak, but so good! As I started sucking on Dwayne, I felt someone rub a hand up and down my ass, work a spit-covered finger into my hole and say, “Damn, that is a nice hole, feels like pussy, you right boys.” He then pushed his dry dick into my ass and started pumping. I love it when strange dick never even asks about using a condom, and anonymous raw dick is even better, especially when it is pretty dry and I know the chance of them making me bleed and getting their infection is increased, or me infecting them! The guy fucking me kept a steady pace and worked my hole good. His dick was not as big as the Dwayne and Malcolm’s, but nice and pretty thick so I was enjoying it, although with a mouthful of Dwayne’s dick could only grunt to let him know. Dwayne was gag fucking me and picking up the pace as he was getting close, but slowed off and said, “Don’t worry yo, you’ll get all this nutt up that pussy tonight.” The guy fucking me loved hearing that as he grunted, stiffened, and shot into my ass. He pulled out, wiped his dirty dick across my ass cheeks three or four times to clean the head off, pulled his pants up, Dwayne pulled out of my mouth, and walked the guy to the door. Malcolm quickly set his cigarette down and wasted no time shoving his 10-inch dick up my ass. “Please fuck me,” I said, “Work that guys cum up there.” Like I said, these two fucked to hurt and Malcolm slammed in and out, spreading my hole wide with every thrust as he tried to hit my third hole. Dwayne came back, laughing as he saw Malcolm, “Damn yo! You be all up in that when I am primed and ready.” Malcolm laughed too and said, “Snooze you loose bro, this pussy was wet and you know my dick can sniff a wet hole out a mile away.” They both laughed again as Dwayne sat on the couch, Malcolm pulled out, and I sighed loudly hating how my ass felt empty. “You get high man?” Dwayne asked. “We got some good rock here with the money you gave us earlier, and me and my man here figured since you offered your place and all, we’d get you real fucked up and see what a real slut you can be.” I shook my head and said, “I have before, but it’s been a while, you guys may have to help me out. When you smoke that shit, can you guys get it up again?” Dwayne and Malcolm both laughed like I had said the funniest thing in the world and Dwayne said, “When we smoke this shit, our dicks get like this,” as he held up his fist and slapped his forearm, which I took to mean rock hard. Malcolm laughed too and said, “Yeah, we be like that pink bunny on TV that keep going and going and going – you don’t worry none, now get over here.” Now, recreational drugs was not something Dr Mike advocated in his treatment regimen with me – actively anyways – he did tell me to ensure I never got hooked as that would be a sign that I had no control, which struck me as ironic as I never seemed to have any control when I served him. However, times when I had partied during a hook up and told Dr Mike as I was honest with about everything, he just nodded, made his notes in my chart and once said certain hard drugs did have value in depressing the immune system and encouraged infections so he was fine with me doing anything as long I followed his guidelines and reported back to him. Dwayne and Malcolm started arranging stuff on the coffee table as they unloaded their pockets including a couple lighters, some bags of crack, some squished up wire, a couple glass pipes, and more. They asked for a couple plates, a spoon, and strong ass drinks. So I got up to get what else they needed while they finished setting up, and I also closed the living room windows and put a rug down to cover the gap under the front door just in case any smell tried to get out. Once they were ready they each lit a pipe, and took a few big hits, held it in, and let it out almost simultaneously. Seeing the thick cloud of smoke around them, their sweaty bodies, their huge dicks already at attention, made me so fucking horny – fuck they were sexy as shit! The smell from the pipes was a little sharp and Dwayne motioned me over to sit beside him. I sat down, he handed the pipe to me, I inhaled deep, held it, and when I let it out the fucking rush to my head was intense, then settled into a weird more-awake-horny-as-fuck-mellow sensation. I did it twice more, and handed the pipe back to a smiling Dwayne who said, “Oh yeah boy, he’s going to be a good slut for us tonight.” Malcolm smiled at me and I could not fight the urge for dick in my ass, so stood up, pushed Dwayne’s hands to the side, straddled him, and sat down on his dick. Dwayne sighed, “FUCK! That hole just swallowed Mr Willie up! SHIT! You want that AIDs dick? Huh? That what u need to fill that hole?” I didn’t say anything, just moaned as I was lost in the high of the hit and feeling his infected dick touch me deep. “You want that AIDs? Huh? OH FUCK BOY – you gonna make me nutt up in that pussy, nutt up in there – of shit fuck – TAKE MY AIDS DICK, TAKE MY AIDS DICK,” Dwayne said as he gave me a hot load up my ass. I rode every drop out of his quivering dick, flexing my hole with each stroke up and down, until Dwayne pushed me off. No problem, I then stepped to the left and dropped my ass down on Malcolm’s dripping dick and started riding him. Dwayne laughed, hit the pipe, and leaned back to let the high set in and watch as Malcolm then too shot his nutt up my ass. When Malcolm was done, I slid off, turned around, smiled at them and said, “Told you I would give you all the ass you could handle tonight, so I hope that’s not all you got?” They both laughed, hit the pipes, their drinks, and sat back as I licked both their dicks clean, tasting my ass and their cum and paying extra attention to Dwayne’s piss slit to ensure I got every bit of drip I could. “Come here,” Dwayne said as I stood up from cleaning them off. I stood in front of him and he pulled me down, kissing me deep, swirling his tongue around my mouth tasting what I had licked up. “Damn slut, yeah if you ready for it, we know how to work a bitch, don’t you worry.” He handed me the pipe again, and the high just got more intense. While I could still focus right I asked if they wanted something to eat, they didn’t, then picked up all their dirty clothes from around the couch, told them to dig whatever they wanted cleaned out of their bags, then threw it all in the washer. When I came back out, Malcolm was saying something in a low voice to Dwayne, who was shaking his head yes, so I knew they were planning something and hope it was more dick. “You like tasting my drip don’t you?” Dwayne asked. “Come here, turn around, I want to make sure your ass is nice and raw, bend over.” I bent over in front of him, he used his long, uncut dirty fingernails to scratch all around my hole, then stood up and worked his dick head around the scratches he just made. “Nasty slut, that’ll help make sure your pussy hole gets good and infected and you will feel me good,” Dwayne said. He then got up, asked where the bathroom was, and headed down the hall. I looked at Malcolm, his big dick, and realized that he was a good deal thicker than Dwayne. Both about the same length, bit Malcolm had some girth on him. Malcolm handed me a pipe, I took a few big hits, he took a couple then set his pipe down, got up, pushed me ahead of him over towards an easy chair in the corner. “Get up on your hands and knees,” he said. I did, laying my head on the back of the chair as Malcolm got up behind me, worked his hands up and down my sides, reached forward, twisted my nipples which made me yelp, then worked his hands back down to my ass. He put his hands at the top of my thighs and held me as he slammed his dick up my ass. “OH GOD!” I cried out. Malcolm did not say a word as he then pulled his dick all the way out and slammed back in. “You like it like that?” he asked. “Yes please,” I said, “Please fuck me, please fuck my hole.” Malcolm then pulled all the way out, and pushed just the tip of his raw dick into my ass ring and stopped. I was holding my breath waiting for it, but he just rested there. “PLEASE FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK ME!” I said, but nothing. ‘GIVE ME YOUR AIDS DICK, PLEASE INFECT MY PUSSY!” Malcolm grunted and slammed back in balls deep. He did it again, pulling all the way, just leaving the tip of his dick in my hole and waited, until I started begging and then he slammed back in, deeper this time as my ass just opened up. My head was now banging against the wall as he forced his way inside me with every thrust and kept going on and on and on. The man was right, these boys had no trouble doing a long dick down. Malcolm then pulled out and walked away. I was gasping for breath, and my hole was pulsating, still flexing from the beat down fuck. That was how the next few hours went. Malcolm and Dwayne sharing their crack with me and feeding me their dicks in both ends. Dwayne would have me wipe my hole off with a paper towel, so he could dry fuck me, then lick his dick clean, while Malcolm liked it wetter, so he usually fucked me after Dwayne when the juices were flowing. I was fucked up good and ready for anything else the night would bring. Stay tuned for PART 2 – THE FRANKLIN SQUARE BOYS DICK ME DOWN

The Stables (Part 1) Gregory was a shy boy. At the age of 18 he was still living with his parents and they didn’t know Greg was gay. His dad tried several things to get his son into girls, once even hiring a whore to introduce his son to sex. While Greg was terrified, the prostitute, Mandy, was a nice lady, and, although she tried to stir his interest, she may very well have sensed his sexual preference that Greg was unable to perform. Or perhaps she was just glad, seeing that she had been paid and hadn't had to actually satisfy another John. Who knows? Perhaps she saw it as simply easy money. In any event when the time was up and she and Greg met Greg's father who was waiting in the 'salon' for his son, Mandy made a show of kissing Gregory on his mouth and giving his crotch a grope, thanking him for the hot ride. Greg’s dad was more than proud and for the moment was relaxed as it had crossed his mind that Greg might be a faggot. After all, while Greg had plenty of female friends, he had never had a girlfriend, and certainly (prior to Mandy), had apparently never messed around with a woman. No, he was a shy and sensitive boy and even at 18 was more into music and the arts than playing football or basketball. Although unspoken, Greg's father's greatest fear was that his son would turn into a dick-taking faggot. But after the session with Mandy, Greg's father was fairly sure everything would turn out all right: his son fucked a whore and he would soon find another hole into which to unload. Everything was running slowly but on the right course. Little did Greg's father know that Gregory had his own suspicions. Greg remembered experienced as early as the age of six when in swim class, he saw this other boy whose name was Alec. Gregory didn't, of course, have the vocabulary to put a name to it, but he always got excited when Alec accidentally brushed up against him when the two were standing in line waiting to jump from the one-meter board. Beyond and incidental physical contact nothing happened between Gregory and Alec, but a couple of years later, when Greg was around ten, he recognized the sensation when he found himself fascinated by Mickey, another ten year old in the same class. While Greg was perfectly happy to stare at Mickey, giving unconscious smiles, Mickey caught-on, and was none to keen for Greg's attentions, so Mickey purposefully and angrily shoved Gregory away, once even giving him a punch in the face. Although the punch was unexpected and quite painful, Greg nevertheless enjoyed being on the receiving end of Mickey's attention, even if there was a substantial degree of hostility. A few years later, now 14, Greg truly had a crush on Mr. Wilson, his English teacher. Mr. Wilson might have been in his late 20s, but he generally wore hot, tight jeans, and, as Mr. Wilson moved about the class room, Greg couldn’t stop but staring at Mr. Wilson's bulge. Of course Greg's obsession wouldn't end-up going anywhere: Mr. Wilson was married and had a baby daughter. He never even registered Greg's interest, but no matter: Greg utterly idolized his teacher. About this time rumors began circulating suggesting Gregory was a fag. His mates in class recognized the difference - when they associated erections with girls, Greg seemed to get an erection when Mr. Wilson passed down the corridor. Greg's schoolmates took their suspicions out on Greg, slapping him around, ostracizing him, and occasionally dumping him into the school dumpster. Naturally Greg wanted less and less to do with his schooling, and eventually dropped out early, getting a job at a gas station. The job didn't, of course, pay all that much, but Greg earned a couple to keep his car running. His parents didn’t ask him to contribute to rent or food, although his Dad urged Greg to join the Army, believing this would make him a ‘real’ man. Greg was quite innocent. He had never seen a gay porn and likewise had never heard about the dangers of unsafe sex. He thought of rubbers served solely to prevent pregnancies. He had, however, overheard some conversations about club a couple of counties away, some sort of bath house, where guys gathered for sexual encounters - with other guys. Although Greg didn't know quite what to expect, he decided to make a visit to the bath house on his next day off. The day arrived and Greg made the trip. It was a two hour drive, but Greg didn't begrudge the mileage, reasoning the distance reduced the likelihood he would encounter anyone from his home town. He wore his best clothing: a white shirt, with some expensive pair of jeans which he thought framed his ass perfectly. He even bought new sneakers just for this event - not realizing he would take all this clothing off within a few minutes of having entered the bar. Finally arriving at the town where the club was located, and having even located the club, he drove into the parking lot but couldn't find any vacancies, so he drove through the town looking for parking. The search was a bit harder than he expected, so when he eventually found a legal parking spot, he parked, climbed-out of the car, only to discover he had lost his bearings, so he approached a small group of guys standing at the corner and asked for directions to 'The Stable'. The guys glared at Greg, giving the unspoken message "Get lost, faggot." Anxiously Greg stepped back to the pavement and tried to get mixed with the crowd. He felt so stupid. He left his hometown thinking in a big town as this one, people would be differently, but the thugs reactions were more than just hostile. In fact Greg realized the thugs were following him. Naturally Greg was in panic. What if he wouldn’t find a safe place? What if he wouldn’t reach his car? What if they beat him up or kill him for being gay? What if their parents found out the reason for his death…. and while those ideas were spinning in his head ‘The Stables’ appeared before him. He couldn’t believe his luck. He hurriedly entered the premises. As he stepped through the door he glanced back and saw the guys disappearing into the crowd. Their victim had escaped. “Well, well…. aren’t we excited….. you are quite heavy breathing…. are you a mare, or a stallion?” the cashier asked. “I…. I am…. what?” Greg asked. “Oh dear…. your first time?” the employee asked. Greg simply nodded. The guy behind the counter inspected Greg, recognizing by Greg's walk, but his discrete glances, by his delicate mouth, that Greg would be on the receiving end that night. "Well, if you want to get fucked, then you are a mare…. if you fuck, then you are a stallion. It is not so difficult. We got this pink bracelet for mares…. and the blue bracelet is for studs,” the guy explained. Greg caught-on, and both he and the clerk simultaneously said the word 'Mare'. Paying the entrance fee and now wearing the pink bracelet, which was sealed along around his wrist, the clerk giggled as he explained “Without this wrist band the party will be over for you. So no switching. You are a mare!” The clerk gave Greg a key to a locker and a pink towel, as well as directions to the locker room where, the clerk instructed, Greg should strip and then move to the party in the basement. With a final “Enjoy the party,” the clerk got busy folding towels. As he walked down the staircase into the basement Greg's heart was almost jumping out of his throat. Arriving in the basement Greg found the space was quite dark, although he could see several corridors in which, he surmised, he stood a good chance of finally getting fucked. He also found a bar. "First timer?” the bartender asked. “Is it so obvious?” Greg answered shyly. “It won’t be in the darkroom…..” the bartender laughed. “Darkroom,” Greg repeated the word. The bartender watched at him, as if Greg just stepped out of a spaceship. “Yeah…. Darkroom. A dark room, where you can empty the dicks with your mouth or your ass….. are you for real?” he asked. “Sorry mate, but this is my first time ever in a big town. I have never ever seen a place like this. This is amazing. I can get filled up here,” Greg’s remarked, his eyes glittering with excitement. “Filled up….” the bartender repeated the words. This kid had no idea. Removing the bowl of condoms was on the counter the bartender recommended “You should not start with the darkroom. Were I you, I would start with the glory holes where you can concentrate on one or two cocks at a moment.” “Glory hole….” Greg said with awe in his voice. "What’s that?” The bartender looked around as if he was searching for the candid camera. He told him to sit and take a drink, he would explain it to him in a second, but before he paused to speak with Greg, the bartender stepped aside and spoke with the barback saying "We have some fresh meat, here. Go find the poz stud and let him know a negative mare is waiting for her fillings." The barback delivered the astonishing message, and promptly several blokes were checking the undamaged merchandise. Greg didn’t know which way to look, but he still wore his pink towel about his hips. The mass of blue bracelets made it clear the room was full of stallions. “Are you still willing to let dicks poz up your mare ass?" the bartender asked. “I 've never had a dick up there. Will it hurt bad…. ? Gregory replied in a whisper. “I will help you with that. Get this towel off then sit down again," the bartender advised, adding "Just slip a little bit back on your stool, so your ass is accessible.” One Greg was in position the bartender announced to the room that he would prep this new recruit for his deflowering, making it crystal clear he would lube this virgin ass for his first of many poz rides. With that he squatted behind the stool. his tongue delicately licking Greg's exquisite cleft. Greg thought he had died and gone to heaven. The bartender was lapping over his opening and pulled his ass cheeks further apart. He pressed his tongue inside this virgin’s ass and tongue-fucked him so hard. He smelt the overwhelming scent and sucked out the innocence of this first-timer. He loved the way the sweet ass tasted, and started use some lube on the twink. He turned back to the other studs and showed them his two sharpened fingernails, which would be quite helpful for the upcoming task. While lubing the guy up he started scratching the intestinal walls. The nice feeling Greg had felt gave way to the pain, while the man behind him tried to scrape and claw the intestinal walls for only one reason. Instead of telling Greg the truth, he explained it would hurt, because it is the first time he was prepared for some serious poz fucking. “Man, I can’t wait to get all your poz dicks up my ass,” Greg announced proudly. "You could use rubbers, of course," a voice called out. You could hear a pin dropping to the ground while the guy who had suggested using a rubber was immediately hustled out into another room. Fortunately Greg was oblivious to the commotion behind his back as he was struggling to endure the pain associated with the bartender's preparations. “I am your mare, but I won’t get pregnant, that’s for sure” Greg shouted out. "The boy's got it damn right," someone groaned. "Yeah, well, he's still gonna get our babies," another man added. A third suggested "Fuck the little brat. Pump him up with premium poz seed." Getting to his feet the bartender explained to Greg "I'm going to help you in the stall. You should concentrate on relaxing your hole so you enjoy getting pozzed," as he gave Greg some additional finger-action. After a couple of minutes of vigorous action he withdrew his fingers, showing his bloody digits to the othr stallions. The boy was already a mess. Then it all happened quite fast. While the barback led Greg into a stall, the stallions crowded into the adjoining stall, all intent of watching Greg take it up the ass. Greg, of course, was extremely excited, and noticed a television screen which showed a gay porn movie. For the first time Greg saw guys actually fuck each other in the ass. The barback, meanwhile, pointed to a hole in the wall of the stall through which the first hard dick was protruding. A thick and long dick which was ready to plumb the cunt into which it was ready to dump its toxic gift. “But I won’t see them this way,” Greg complained. “Believe me honey, most times you don’t want to see them in broad daylight. Besides, the anonymity is a big part of the fun. This way you concentrate on your work, which is draining dicks. It doesn’t matter how cool the guy in the other stall is, you just have to squeeze his dick with your cunt and accept his load. Then the next will deposit his load and so one and so on. This is your job!” the barback explained, adding “If you need more lube tell me. It doesn’t help anyone if you tolerate the pain for only one or two dicks. Your job is to empty the balls of every guy who wants to fuck you, no matter the pain. As a mare you are advised to accept and receive. And it's my job to lube you up whenever you need it. The guys have to wait then until you are ready to get your next poz load. That is all that matters." Gregory nodded, and presented his ass-cunt towards the dick protruding through the hole. The barback helpfully assisted the fuck stick to find its way home into the mare, as slowly, very slowly, Greg received one inch after another, even if he moaned in genuine discomfort. “Oh man…. this fucker is tight…. I can’t….. oh fucking god….. sweet jesus…. I think he pinches my dick off…..” the stallion panted loudly. “Baby….. push a little back. Try to relax and let this guy enter you completely,” the barback recommended, applying a bit more lube on the invading dick. Only half of the nine inches had entered the young one's body, but the barback could readily see the bloody streaks. He had done a great job and was proud of himself. While thinking of that, he decided he would help Gregory a bit more and so he squat in front of the twink and pushed against his hips and finally more inches entered the abused hole. Greg couldn’t help but to express his pain and groaned loudly. On the other side of the wall several guys cheering and even the bartender praised the good job Greg had demonstrated. Greg, of course, believed every word he was told.

Basement at Mutschmanns in Berlin. Last three nights, been bent over on bed and have taken 62 cocks. Two more days to go. Hope to make it 100. Total turn on having a top pig slip his cock in your hole and use it for his pleasure.

Update for Saturday night. 27 cocks/7 loads Total cock count up to 62. Hoping for a good Sunday evening. If in Berlin cum add your cock to my count. Mutschmanns basement from 1000 pm on. OINK!

I tend to be just like you because I want the top to know that I am enjoying what he is doing to me. And as a top I want some feedback from the bottom. However I think the emphasis on unbelievably maximum size for cocks (see Rocco Steele) means some bottoms are in real pain. Not everybody can take everything. People sort of smile when I let it be known that I would like a reasonably sized cock. Then instead of just concentrating on the size I can enjoy it and move my butt and hands so that the top goes deep and shoots right in me.

TIM should make a movie of Deep Inside Dalton!!!!

Did a local club last night, came home with 4 loads dripping out of me and planted my load into a hungry lad in the sling. fucking great night.

Southern Decadence, went to visit a friend from out of town. He and his friend were showering to get ready to hit the bars while i drove over. When I arrived I knocked on the door but it only opened about two inches, I heard someone ask me my name and then he opened the door. Once the door was open I had full view of my friend on his back, legs up, and a cock in his ass. While I was parking my car, another couple they knew came over and they started fucking. I promptly walked in, stripped my clothes off, and made out with my friend as he got his ass plowed. I broke off from him and started making out with the bear top and my friend started to suck me off. The other two guys, my friend's roommate and the bear's boyfriend, were on the other side of the bed fucking. When the bear saw me good and hard he pulled out and I slid into my friends beefy ass. As I'm working him over, the bear lubes up my ass and starts to fuck me putting me in the middle. After a bit of that, I wanted more cock, so i go on all fours, make out with my friend who's still on his back. The bear continues to fuck me and the bear's bf starts to fuck my friend. I got a load up my ass from the bear and the roommate proceeds to get in my ass and fuck me. He hadn't cum in a handful of days so it didn't take long for him to blow his load in my ass. The bear went down and ate the load as it poured out of my hole. Watching my friend continue to get fucked by this massive cock, I bent the bear over and fucked him till I blew two loads into his ass and licked his hole clean. Over all, the five of us left with at least one load in our asses, most of us cumming twice... and this was only round 1 of 3

got my poz certification last october. no meds since. three tests since I moved from acute to latency stage indicate number ok.....obviously POZ and with a 200KVL and high 600's CD4 at last test. No indication of movement from that range over that period. a couple of related issues, seem to be able to get other STDs by just being within 100 yards of an infected cock. Gono seems to be my body's favorite......multiple rounds since getting knocked up and in all three spots....throat, ass and cock. Hell, I am kinda getting used to having a pus-cock. On a more serious level, I do have a nagging cough that has hung around for a few months now. Being a bit of a bugger to treat, but Dr. says some progress is happening. No death wish here at all. But, I put some effort into getting a lot of poz cum rammed into my hole.....and I want to have the experience of feeling what it is like to live with HIV----not hide it with chems as soon as I found out. Original plan is to ride this until I am full on AIDS numbers. But, that is always under review based on testing, how I feel and my general prognosis.

Damn! Great night so far. An old fuck bud that disappeared for a while hit me up on scruff. He came over and dropped a nice big load of cum out of his thick latin cock. He didn't last long at all in my hole As my first bud was coming over, another guy I hadn't seen in a while hit me up on scruff as well. I didn't think he'd be into it, but I offered him sloppy seconds and he took me up on it. Guy has a nice big thick black cock. He pounded me like there was no tomorrow, to a point that I almost couldn't take it. His fucking style is pounding like a rabbit meets the energizer bunny longevity! He bred me with a huge load, and this was the first time he actually came while fucking me so I was ecstatic. Before my second bud showed up I put up a CL ad thinking that I wouldn't get any serious hits. After all, there's a dozen bottoms looking for loads. Two guys hit me up, and I got back to both of them right after my BBC bud left. The one responded right away and after a back and forth he was coming up to my place to add his load. I barely had time to catch my breath from the previous guy as he lived across the street from me! I'm debating leaving the ad up now since I feel pretty damn good & used.

Jim - as told by Brandon It was time to hook up with Jumbo Jimbo. Fucking Paul had turned me on to the point that I was already looking for someone for a fuck session with Ben and me. I had no idea what he looked like as all his pictures were locked but I knew that I wanted those 11 inches up my hole bare, and I wanted his toxic load. That Saturday afternoon while Ben was away I went online looking for him. I found him quickly enough. I noticed that his profile had changed slightly: 22, 6’3” 200 lb 34w. Muscular, brown, brown eyes. Smooth. White. Looking for: 1-on-1 Sex, 3some/Group Sex, Misc. Fetishes. Built college jock. Let me destroy your ass with my tool and seed you deep. Not medicated yet HIGH VIRAL LOAD and looking to fuck neg guys. If you want to fuck me you better be poz and fill with your load and I’ll fuck you too so that we can swop strains. Used to be “Anything goes” but that isn’t true anymore. BAREBACK ONLY. All loads go in asses. I also love fucking in jocks and other gear. 11”, Cut, Vers/top, Positive. Prefer meeting at: My place, your place, public place. He was online and looking for neg bottoms to take his load but any willing hole would do. We started chatting and after I unlocked my private pictures he unlocked his. I wondered why he was being extra cautious as he was a hot hunky dude, every bit as sexy as his profile suggested. Based on his profile it was obvious that he was not into condoms at all, but after I explained Ben’s cheating and the little game I was playing he reluctantly agreed to play along on condition that “one way or the another someone breeds me or I breed someone.” After thinking about it a bit he continued “I suppose it could be fun to pretend to use a condom and then load up an ass behind the boyfriends back. Or even better, go through the whole charade of using a condom for your benefit but fucking him bare so that he thinks he is getting away with it. And we both know he isn’t. Yeah!” Jim had put an interesting new twist on the game, and I agreed to the general plan. He also mentioned that he had only recently been diagnosed as poz and was not on meds. I told him the same was true of me, and that I had most probably got it from Ben, but that Ben seemed blissfully unaware of his status. We agreed that he would fuck Ben “with a condom” for the illusion but not cum, and then I would fuck Jim bare starting off with a guaranteed to burst condom. Then after I had loaded his ass we would tell Ben and then it would be a bareback free for all. I told him when Ben would be home and where to find him on the internet and I left it up to the two of them to arrange a meeting. As I found out soon enough there were one or two things he was not telling. A little later that afternoon I was on Facebook and guess who popped-up on the “You may know this person” list: Jim, and friends in common were Zach and Jeremy. Of course my curiosity led me to look at his profile. Lots of pics of him with a very good looking somewhat older guy. I could not quite work out why the guy’s face looked familiar. I would remember by the end of the evening. His relationship status was “in a relationship”. So that’s why all his pics were locked, and it also explained the somewhat evasive manner when we were trying to make hook-up plans. He had a boyfriend who probably had no idea he was screwing around, and probably did not even know he was recently diagnosed poz. This added an interesting twist to our upcoming threesome. Needless to say, things did not quite turn out the way I envisioned them, but were in fact much better. - As told by Ben I got home from the trip to visit my Mom about 6 in the evening. Brandon was making dinner so I went online on Grindr to see if I could pick up some dick. I did not even have to look for long as when I logged in I saw I had a message from a guy calling himself Jumbo Jimbo Jim: What’s Up BBBoy? Love your profile. Want to fuck? Get fucked? Ben: Always looking for a fuck. Yours is hot too. Jim: Just you or both of you guys looking for a fuck? Ben: Yeah. Either way. Had a guy around last night. Hot. Still looking for more. Jim: You fuck him? Or did he fuck you? Ben: Both. But in the end he loaded me up without my husband knowing. Jim: That is fucking awesome. You often take loads without him knowing? Ben: As often as possible. Jim: Cool. Me too. Ad says versatile couple. Both or one more than the other? Ben: I am probably more of a bottom than him. Jim: I’m more of a bottom too. Nothing beats getting a load or two up your ass. But I love fucking too. Can I fuck you then? Or both of you? Ben: Both would be great but finish with me. Jim: Cum in your ass or mouth or outside? Ben: You mean BB? Do you BB? Jim. Yeah. Always BB. And I assume you do, BBBoy. Only use a condom if I know it’s going to break. Ben: We BB with each other but husband says only safe with strangers, but I take loads when he is not around. Or when we are together and he can’t see the dick sliding in my hole. Jim: Damn. I’d love to leave a load up your ass. Ben: Me too. I’d love you to and I want to return the favor. Jim: We can work something out. I’ll slip the condom off at some stage and ram my bare cock up your chute when he is not looking. Ben: I won’t tell. Sounds like a plan. Jim: You neg, or poz? Ben: Neg, I think. Jim: Fucking awesome! Ben. Yeah. Sometimes I even let poz guys fuck me. Jim: You don’t have a problem with that? Ben: Hell no. I just want all of your eleven inches in my hole. Jim: I’m tied up tonight, but how about tomorrow afternoon. Ben: That would work. Jim: I’ll see you guys soon, how about three tomorrow? Come to my place. It may be easier to ditch the condom when he is not on his home ground. Plus I’ve got some doctored condoms that will break if we don’t sneak them off first. And wear some hot underwear. Jock briefs or something. I love that. Ben: Sounds like a plan. Jim: Wait, thinking about it, it will be better if I come to your place. Ben: OK, no problem Jim: Actually I’ve got a plan to get some one-on-one bare action with you alone. Ben: How’s that. Jim: We can all make out for ten minutes. Then I say I want to see bareback fucking. So you fuck each other. Then Brandon and I get ten minutes, then you and me, then all three together. Ben: Fuck yeah. Jimbo and I gave each other our contact details and then logged off, just as Brandon was serving dinner. - As told by Brandon: Boyfriend or not, he was obviously able to make a plan because as we were getting ready for bed Ben informed me that “A guy I met online earlier this evening wants to come over tomorrow for a threesome. He is more of a bottom but does fuck. Says it would be a shame to waste an eleven inch dick.” Bingo! And yeah, how often does Vers/Top turn out to be Vers/Bottom? The idea got me super-hot and horny and we had barely got into bed before my dick was spewing a load in Ben’s chute. Jim was very punctual. The doorbell rang at exactly three. As I opened the door I was very pleasantly surprised. Jim was even hotter than his facebook pics. He was wearing a tight white t-shirt and skin tight faded jeans which showed his massive bulge to perfection. I invited him in, offered him a beer and introduced him to Ben. We sat around for a few minutes making small talk and drinking our beers. Jim did not mention having a partner so I did not raise the issue. It did not take long before he chugged down the last of his beer and spoke. “We all know I’m not here for a social call. I’ve got to be home by five. I’m here for the fucking and here’s a plan. Well, a suggestion. We all fool around for about ten minutes, then Brandon and I for ten, then Ben and I, then all three of us again. We can cum as many times as we like, or not cum until the end. Fucking with condoms is mandatory. I trust you guys but you can never be too careful I don’t want to catch anything.” I saw Ben grin. Yep, I am sure he and Jim planned on fucking bare during their ten minutes, just as Jim and I were going to during our ten minutes. It would be interesting to see if we could all cum again during the final threesome! Jim started stripping down to his underwear and we joined him. I was wearing white spandex briefs. Ben was wearing his favorite backless briefs and co-incidentally Jim was wearing the same design but in a different color. We all had a good laugh. We spent the next few minutes slurping on each other’s’ dicks and holes, getting them nice and slick. I spent most of the time working Jim’s dick, as he was a profuse pre-cummer, giving me lots of tasty juice to savor. Jim in turn had his face in Ben’s ass probing his hole with his tongue. I doubted if there was still any cum up there from the previous evenings fucking. After getting it good and sloppy Jim surfaced from between Ben’s ass cheeks and spoke. “I want to see you guys fuck bareback. I’ve only ever seen it in porn. Brandon, you fuck Ben and get his ass ready for me while he sucks my dick and I watch you guys.” We were more than ready to oblige and now it was Ben’s turn to taste Jim’s cock and pre-cum. Jim sat back on the couch giving Ben full access. Ben leaned over and went down on Jim and I slid into Ben’s hungry chute at the same time. As I fucked Ben Jim started talking dirty, making me even keener to either fuck Jim or be fucked by him. “Fuck yeah. Bare dick sliding into his hole. Fucking hot. You like that huh?” Ben could only give a muffled affirmation as he worked on Jim’s dick but I was able to answer. “Fucking always. Bareback feels best.” “Fucking right. I hate condoms. But raw fucking is for boyfriends, not strangers. But it would be really hot to fuck his hole bare after you have loaded him? You going to cum inside? Fill his gut with your sperm?” Jim looked at me and grinned. I had a good idea what he was thinking. I nodded my head. He continued “I wish it was my hole you are barebacking. I’d love to know what it feels like to get juiced with a hot cum load.” The lying little shit. OK Big shit. He was no stranger to taking loads. I wondered how much Ben knew about Jim. The idea of seeding Jim was enough to send me over the edge and with one last deep thrust I started spewing my load deep into Ben’s chute. Jim kept up his monologue. “Oh, Fuck. Fucking hot. Cum in his hole. Dirty unsafe bareback load in his ass. Fuck Yeah.” I noticed that Jim was so turned on that he was shaking with excitement. No doubt in anticipation of what was coming next. Since I had just loaded Ben, he could do the same and Ben would not guess the deception was over as he could always act as if the cum was mine, not mine and Jim’s. But this part of the game still involved condoms. Perhaps that came later when they had their ten minutes together. “Now it’s my turn to fuck Ben. Brandon, sit on the couch so that Ben can suck you while I fuck him.” I slid out of Ben’s ass, turned around and sat down on the couch. Jim stood up and grabbed a condom from the side table. Ben leaned forward and immediately started going down on me, sucking off all his own ass juices off my cock. Jim stood behind him and tore open the condom packet, making sure that Ben could see that I saw him doing it. Then he stood behind Ben’s ass at such an angle that I could not see his dick. He made a show of rolling the condom over his dick and dropped the condom wrapper on the carpet. Ben was enthusiastically sucking my cock, but when Jim started probing his hole with his juicy cock head he stopped and withdrawing his head, spoke. “Fuck Yeah. Push it in. I can take it. All of it. Slide it all the way in.” He went back to slurping on my dick. Jim looked at me and winked. “I’ll start slow and steady, and then when your chute is used to my fat eleven inches I’ll give you all your slut-hole deserves while your husband watches, and then he can watch me fuck your hole.” Jim slid in slowly until he was balls deep. I could see Ben flinch from the brief pain and then his expression turned to a grin as he felt the whole eleven inches bare in his ass. Jim started slowly but as soon as he saw Ben could take it speeded up, sliding almost the whole way out and then slamming in hard against his ass and thighs. Ben and Jim were in ecstasy with Jim power fucking Ben’s ass. From the angle I was sitting every time Jim pulled all the way out I got a glimpse of his cock shaft and I could not see a condom. Fucking cheats, both of them. Ben thinking that he was enjoying an illicit bare cock in his chute, and Jim changing the game plan. Jim had slipped it off when he thought I was not looking. Jim was so engrossed in the pleasure of Ben’s tight ass that he had not closed his fist completely around the condom hidden in his right hand and I could see it. I guess he must have changed the plan after talking to Ben. Oh well, I’d decided that this encounter would be the last time I enforced the “condom rule” and it was obviously stopping a little earlier in the action than I had planned. As Jim got close he forgot what he was doing and he placed both hands on Ben’s back and I saw the unused condom fall on the floor. He was power thrusting his massive meat into Ben’s abused hole with long hard strokes and Ben was loving it. He gave a little grunt and a few spasmodic strokes bottoming out deep in Ben’s bowels. Ben just grinned as he was being loaded thinking that I did not know. Jim stopped moving and just stood there catching his breath. I looked at Jim. “Since you’ve curious about barebacking and have seen me fuck Ben bare, do you want to see him fuck me bare?” Now Ben looked a little guilty and did not know what to say. He had just taken a load from the very experienced Jim, who was obviously not new to raw sex. Jim responded quickly. “Nah. I think Ben needs to fuck me instead.” Which was almost what he and I had planned when we first communicated. Except it was going to be Ben, and not me. Jim reached down to the floor, picked up his jeans and pulled a condom out of the pocket. “I hope you don’t mind. Use this one. I insist on providing the condoms when I get fucked. You can never be too careful. Sometimes other guys aren’t careful and they break.” I just grinned at him as I remember what he had said about the “special” condoms he used when guys insisted on them. He obviously wanted this one to break. Things were not going to plan. Ben had got a load, and was going to give Jim a load, and it was supposed to be me giving him that load! Time for a change of strategy. I looked straight at them and spoke. “No, I’ve got a better idea.” They both looked at me in surprise. “What.” Was Ben’s response. “Yeah what” from Jim.

DAMN this is so fucking HOT!! don't know what I like better...the bottom begging for the POZ load up his ass or the top telling the bottom he's gonna knock him up!!

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 2 – Julian) I tried to open a conversation with Julian, but since the blow job event he seemed to be stubborn. “I hope you don’t spoil everything later, when you meet the others….” I mentioned. “The others?” Julian asked scared. “You can believe it or not, I do care about your future and I am asking myself, how will you cope with it?” I asked him nicely. “That’s none of your business.” Julian sulked. The area we passed right now was desert like. We drove for a while already down a street, which was hardly used for normal traffic. This route got used by truckers only. Business guys….. I grinned evilly. My feeling was, that Julian may be 18 years old, but he seemed to be very inexperienced and easily to manipulate. “Well, I wanted to suggest something to you. It entered my mind, when you told me about your past and the gifts you have been giving by nature. Let’s look at the objective data: You didn’t finish your school – that’s a minus! You got not qualifications whatsoever in business… workmanship or such – also a no go. You got no connections – not good! And you got no money – which really is a problem. Now, let’s see if you got other stuff you could contribute: You are able to suck and swallow – which could be helpful. You suck dicks for let’s say 5 dollars. If you swallow the junk, you can charge more money on it, let’s say 5 dollars in additional. You could earn 10 dollars just for a blowjob with swallowing. You should always prefer that and advertise it, that you swallow every load offered. Hmm… I didn’t check your anal finesse yet, but since your father and his friends enjoyed using you for anal gangbangs, you might got some professional possibilities here also. Always offer anal sex, since you can charge at least 20 dollars for it. Advertise it, that you do it without a condom – which would again add 5 dollars to the normal price.” I explained my thoughts to Julian. He opened up by answering, if this wouldn’t be too low on the price scale, although he personally had no idea what a whore would claim for his offers. I agreed, but then I told him that many guys were already working as whores. There was simply too much competition and he should show his costumers from the beginning, that he would offer his body for fair prices. “You just have to suck more guys and let more costumers fuck you, this way you earn a lot more doe and the guys would rather choose you, because of the low charges.” Julian nodded understandingly. “If you allow several guys to gangbang you, it would be perfect to give them some discount. Since you are serving two or more people, you are earning fast money. But you need to encourage and advertise that over and over again, that gang-bangers are welcome into your body.” I told Julian. The discount should be a great offer to the guys to incite taking this special offer and show up with 3 or more guys. Julian didn’t get it…. so I calculated the stuff for him. Stupid whore… 25 dollars for one guy, let’s say…. 30 minutes duration. So Julian would collect 75 dollars in 90 minutes, if everything turns out fine. If he would discount gangbangers (10 dollars each guy) he would earn in 30 minutes with three guys banging the shit out of him 45 dollars. If he could repeat this 3 times (90 Minutes) it would sum up to 135 dollars. He would get, in the same amount of time, 60 extra dollars. “That would be awesome.” Julian cheered loudly. I smiled, nodded and thought… ‘Yeah bitch. Splendid - you stupid cunt.’ “And for the beginning I wanted to show you a place, which might be really a good location for a first timer like you, with no competition at all, but lots of possible customers” I said. Julian looked around but all he could see was only desert. “That’s the clue. We will drive to a parking lot, which is the only spot in this desert. No gas station or restaurant, which would only make it harder to whore around without getting in trouble. You can make yourself a name there. You could offer yourself to the truckers, right in their rigs or at the latrine of course. There is also a deserted hut close to the latrine. You could set up a room for you there and sleep on a mattress while waiting for costumers” I sounded cheerfully. This way the guys, who knew Julian was sleeping in the hut, could enter the place and simply use Julian’s body and give him the cash immediately. So Julian would not have to be at the latrine 24 hours offering his body. He could rest a bit from time to time and still be available with his holes. I knew there was already a mattress in the hut and it got used quite regularely. Julian would have an easy job there. I advised him to sleep on his belly. It would make the service so much easier for his customers. “But how can I get food or something to drink, if I got no transport….” he interjected. I thought about it and told him that he could lower the prices and instead of charging 25 Dollars for unprotected anal intercourse… he should ask for 15 Dollars and an old burger. The latrine would hold most of the time water, so he shouldn’t die of thirst and most of the time the urinals would be blocked. So there would be always enough to drink, directly out of the urinals or the latrine itself. Julian thought about it silently. “I don’t know…. I feel insecure about this” he answered. “You would be out of your step-dad’s radar and you could try this kind of job out, at least for a week. Who knows, maybe you will have earn enough money to buy yourself a brand new car by then” I lied. Julian’s eyes sparkled. “You think so?” he asked excited. “If you don’t deny any customer, then you should be rich in no time” I gave him a winning smile. You should not care about the looks so much or the age. It is only important that your customer-service is brilliant. Just offer your body to all the guys who are willing to pay for your holes and then let them in and milk their dicks. It’s an easy job. You simply keep your legs apart for strangers and welcome them if they shoot their junks in your body. With this gratitude you make sure, that those guys will come back to you again to abuse your body over and over again – and I think you might make it.” Of course there might be heterosexual men, who would deny his service and still then I told Julian he could sell other services to those possible customers. He could offer them, to drink their piss out of the latrine or they could pay for punching him or beating him up. Of course he should set rules for such a service, like no beating to the face or no bone crushing. Julian was scared of this idea, but I told him he should give it a try – at least he could earn a couple of dollars for this kind of stuff, if no other costumer is available for a fuck. To get the motor running I suggested I could ‘play’ his first costumer. I would ask him loudly at the latrine how much he would take for bareback assfuck and would hand him the money. Of course he would have to give me the money back later on. This was only part of the advertisement, so that people would know he is a professional and that I could shoot my toxic load into him. I told him I was sure, that some of the other guys, would take the opportunity and ask about the prices, and he would be in business. Julian nodded and agreed to do it that way. “Excellent….” I said with a smile....

I can´t wait to read chapter 2. So hot and well written, you´re doing good. Longing and waiting.

A while ago a guy messaged me on BBRT and opened by asking if I was into poz play. While we are both undetectable, our interest was largely the taboo aspect of poz play. I replied I was, but he turned to be a flake and would never actually commit to meeting-up. The idea, though, was definitely a huge turn on. My profile at the time gave a fairly non-descript about my enjoyment of all loads, poz or otherwise, but the more I thought about my exchange with the guy on BBRT, I found myself wanting to explore poz role play, especially the expansion of my naughty side. I figured my main profile wasn't quite going to get at what I was secretly after, so I created a side-profile that got very specific about what interested me. As I had a free profile, though, the number of messages I could send and receive was somewhat limited. And to be pragmatic, my sense was that if a guy couldn't commit to actually playing within a couple of e-mails, it's not likely to happen, so I didn't waste much time with every guy who e-mailed me. Rather I made it a point to be direct, and if the guy waffled, I simply stopped responding and moved on. And let's be honest, BBRT is world-famous for having lots of flakes, so this shouldn't be a surprise. After the first night of responding to the e-mails I received on my new profile, over all it was a bit of a bust. At most I had a few vague prospects, but no one who was clearly ready to commit. I decided, however, to give the profile some time, just to see what comes. The second night I checked after I got home from work, and lo and behold, one prospect from the previous night happened to be nearby and wanted to go for it, and even as we were working out the details of time and place, I received a message from another prospect who opened by asking if I was free to play later that evening. Jackpot! I responded, scheduling the second guy for well after the first guy had left, thinking it was too soon to try small groups. The first guy arrived and to my pleasure he matched his pics (yeah!) and was hard the instant he took his trackies off. I started by giving him a blowjob just to make sure things stay stiff, but before long, he was ready to flip me over and have a go at my ass. The night before we had decided to emphasize verbal play, so we both knew what we were getting into. We both took a hit of poppers, he lubed-up, and entered my tight hole. It had been a few weeks since I was last fucked so I was a bit tighter than I wanted to be, but we got the job done. Once in, he starts with the hot poz talk, asking me if I wanted his poz cock and telling me he was going to knock me up. After around ten minutes of verbal debauchery I could feel a slight warm wetness burst ooze into my ass, and, of course, he grunted with pleasure. I had gotten my hot dirty load, just as I had hoped. After a few minutes to catch our respective breath, he cleaned-up and headed out. I hope I get to play with him again. Meanwhile I checked my mobile and saw that the second guy was good to go, and would arrive in an hour, so I did a quick clean-up, and right on time, he showed-up, walking right into my place, as I had instructed him. For this second guy I planned to blindfold myself to see if sight deprivation enhanced the session. When he walked into the bedroom I was already blindfolded, but called-out that I would remove the blindfold if he preferred. He didn't. Anon we went at it. :-). He approached the bed where I was laying, dressed only in a blue jockstrap. His member was rock hard. Two cut cocks in one night, in the UK. What are the chances? I began by giving him some good head, mixing in some impressive deep-throating. I thought I would just go until he stopped me and was ready to fuck. After a little bit, we poppered-up, he lubed up his cock, and slid in. His entrance was, thanks to the first guy, fairly easy, and when he leaned forward against my back, the verbal poz play began. This guy fucked with a great intensity, and after deep-fucking my hole for ten to fifteen minutes, he asked "You want that poz cum, boy." "Yeah, give me that poz cock," I replied, adding "yeah, breed that ass with your dirty load; charge me up." This led to the most intense grunt I've made as he emptied his balls, flooding my hole with his toxic wad. The intensity of the experience forced us to each catch our breath for a bit, and I honestly think he was somewhat surprised how intense fucking was when the poz aspect was emphasized. I can only hope this guy becomes a semi-regular play mate. Now after two intense poz wads, I'm here typing this up debating on whether or not I should go for a third guy. It's getting a bit late. I have to work in the morning, and as no one else seems a sure-fire prospect, I think I had better save the naughtiness for another night, as I don't want to risk a potential flake. Can't have it all at once, I guess. :-)

Part 5 After his first night and well into the next day of partying, Clay didn't get high again for at least another month. Not a whole lot had happened with Pete, (as the guy couldn't get hard) and while he enjoyed the high, he was reminded not to let Tina run his life. Maybe it was just a one time thing he told himself… Cut to a month later, Clay had found himself thinking about trying again almost every day. And one night, as he was up far too late, the opportunity presented itself. He met a guy off craigslist who was about three blocks away from him. He was 45 years old, dirty blonde hair, 5'10", fit, hairy, and had an 8 inch dick that needed some immediate attention. "Looking for a boy To geT TwisTed wiTh. Have favs here, hosTing". Clay felt his stomach flip has he read this post, and sent an email to the Man with his stats and a couple pics. Within minutes came a response "Hot! Get cleaned up and Come on over" and included a few photos and his address. Clay looked at the photos and saw the man in a leather harness, and chaps, and a hot fucking smirk on his face. The other photo was a picture of his hard cock in his hand. Clay needed no more words and jumped in the shower to get ready. He was nervous yet again. When he reached the apartment on 48th st. the Man buzzed him right in and said "the last door at the end of the hall just come on in" Clay walked down the dark first floor corridor where the Man had left the door ajar. He found himself shaking again as he slowly pushed the door open. He walked into a dark studio apartment. Small office to his left, and to his right, a red light illuminating a bed with black sheets. He looked around seeing nobody there. "Hello?" said Clay. "Be there in a minute dude, just taking a piss" a voice responded from a closed door just beyond the bed. Clay set down his bag and took a seat on the bed waiting for the Man to emerge. He looked around and noticed lots of porn DVDs on the desk near the foot of the bed and a lube next to a bottle of poppers on the night stand. It was dark but everything glowed a sexy dark red under the lightbulb in the lamp on the desk. This had Clay feeling dirty… It excited him. He then heard a flush and the bathroom door opened and out walked a sexy motherfucker. Ripped jeans and no shirt with a hairy torso and 2 days of stubble on his face. He sized up Clay, grinned, and said "hey boy, I'm Dave". Clay smiled and introduced himself as well, again surprised he used his real name. "you're fucking hot Clay, you been partying tonight?" Clay shook his head no and fought the urge to explain he'd only done it once before and it wasn't as hot as he'd hoped. Dave said " well then I'm way ahead of you, so let's get you partied up so you can take care of my cock" he went over to the desk and pulled out what looked kind of like a water bong. He showed Clay how to use it and explained that it made for bigger clouds and a stronger high. He instructed Clay to put his mouth around the pipe and to begin sucking as smoke escaped from the hole on top. Clay watched the smoke build up as the water bubbled and when he couldn't inhale anymore, he let out the biggest plume of smoke he had ever seen. Clay said "wow" and Dave said "don't stop boy, we need to fuck you up". Clay took a second hit and as he blew out another huge cloud, he felt the high hit him fast! "Holy fuck "he exclaimed. This was way better than the first time. His breath felt shallow, and his whole body felt like it was pulsing with electricity. He took a third hit and Dave eyed him intensely with the same kind of smart he had in his photo. "How do you feel boy?" " horny as hell" said Clay, "can I blow you?" He asked, his mouth watering, he was hungry for dick. " Not until you've smoked some more T boy". Clay took another hit, and again another. Finally he said "I've got to get out of these clothes, i'm so hot. " Dave smiled and said "good boy. I'll tell you what, you get out of those clothes and then you're going to take another big hit, hold it in, get on your knees, and see how far you can get my cock down your throat before you blow it out " Clay quickly stripped down and threw his clothes to the side. When he looked back at Dave, he saw a thick meaty 8 inch dick sticking out of the fly of his jeansWhen he looked back at Dave, he saw a thick meaty 8 inch dick sticking out of the fly of his jeans. Clay was transfixed and the Man in front of him called him back to attention. "Hey fucker, you gonna suck on this pipe or what?" Clay muttered a quick sorry and slowly inhaled from the bubbler again. When he had as much as he could take, he got on his knees, looked up at Dave who nodded in agreement, and proceed to get that big piece of meat all the way down his throat as he felt the smoke escape in big clouds into Dave's crotch. "Fuuuuuuuuck", said Dave as he felt the young warm throat wrap around his 8 inches. Clay held his head there as long as he could before coming up for air. He looked up at Dave who stared back in silence before saying "ok kid, you are mine for the night. I am gonna get you so tweaked out and we are gonna get twisted." And he spat in Clay's face. "Take another hit fucker." Clay nodded. It occurred to him that he was no longer nervous, he was too high to be nervous. He was aware that he had never felt this good before, and had a feeling that he was going to get to really explore his pig side tonight. Dave lean down and let the pipe for him again, Clay sucked and when he was ready, wrapped his lips around that huge cock and exhaled a long stream of white chemicals. The next thing he knew, he was sucking Dave off. Slow deep strokes. All the way down in all the way up, paying special attention to suck on the giant mushroom head in his mouth. He then filled Dave start to thrust his hips forward and back. Clay held his head still with his mouth open so that Dave could fuck his face as he pleased. "Look up at me boy, I want you to see me get high while I fuck your throat. The lighter hissed, the bubbler bubbled, and the hot Man above him sucked on the pipe. He put the lighter down, and grabbed the back of Clays head, and as he slowly pushed his dick down Clay's throat, he blew the gigantic cloud of Tina into his face. This was the hottest thing Clay had ever seen in his life. Watching a hot masculine Man get high as his dick was getting serviced made Clay whimper with his mouth full. His eyes were hungry and his mouth was soaked with saliva and the delicious taste of Dave's precum. "Oh, did you like that boy"? Clay hungrily shook his head yes and Dave pulled his dick out a few inches, spit on it, pushed it back in and said "let's do it again". Clay whimpered again as he felt Dave pump his hips some more. He watched in awe as he watched the Man take big hit after big hit, blowing each one in his face from above. Spitting, rubbing his head, and eventually full on skull fucking him, the head of his cock pushing past his tonsils and coating them with precum. The feeling of partied up dick fucking his face had Clay feeling ready to try anything. This was better than anything he'd felt before. This is who he truly was, a young party pig ready to be trained. His dick was hard and a pool of precum was forming on the floor. Dave took notice, stopped pumping, and said "I want you lick all that precum up, nothing gets wasted here. When it's all clean you are gonna lie on the bed, on your back with your legs pulled back so you show your hole off to me. I'm going to slip in the something else, so I want you to wait for me. " Clay nodded, Dave pulled his dick all the way out leaving Clay feeling empty. Dave spat again into Clay's face and disappeared into the bathroom. Clay lapped up the pool of precum on the floor until he was sure it was clean. He stood up and went over to the bed and assumed the position. He waited in silence, ready and willing for whatever came next...

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…..

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…..

I did that to a 19yo guy. Fucking awesome to load him up.

KInd of a split answer for me. No doubt, chasing was hot, I loved each and every thrust of every dick. I quickly adapted to an HIV+ mindset that many guys have and that is once you got it, you won't get it again...so go fuck. No doubt my mind was converted before the rest of my system. And, post pozzing, I am finding the poz on poz interactions quite interesting and in many ways distinctly different from uninfected fucking. So for the most part, I am more aroused, and more sensual while getting fucked and spending much more effort finding great poz guys. So in my mind my sex life has amped up a lot since I stated chasing and went up a bunch more when I eventually converted. But, that is all mental....the physical side..the biological side has remained kind of flat or subdued. KInd of strange....and as a bottom, I can always find a way to really give my top a good ride. If I was a top, I am not sure how my performance would be. I have bred two negative asses and neither one was all that great for me (but no topping real is). For me it has been great.......the increases have been amazing. Would not reverse it if I could (right now).

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

Mine would be getting fucked and bred in near darkness where each cock is slightly larger than the last cock that fucked me. By the end, I would be full of cum and my hole would be gaping. I would be fed poppers the entire time and I couldn't refuse any of the tops. If I had a video of this, I would have jack-off material forever.

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

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

Predators and prey (Part 4) Michael was almost paralized. He was looking with big eyes at the man who was standing above him and shouted at him to lay flat on his back. The man with the scorpion tattoo was dropping to his knees between Michaels legs. “Are you playing dumm or what?” he sneered and punched him into his face again. Like a doll Michael’s upper body soared to the mattress. He saw stars in front of his eyes and heard a voice from a far. Someone was told to hold him down. Michael was in a world of pain right now. He held his hands in front of his face and was moaning. Then he felt strong hands who pinned his shoulders down to the mattress. His hands were pulled away from his face and two guys knelt with their knees on either side of his upper arms which also caused overwhelming pain in his system. “Are you ready for your first fuck cunt?” the Scorpion asked him rhetorical. He took Michael’s legs and pressed them towards his chest. This way his was opening up a bit. “You” he nodded to the left guy. “Lift your knee from his arm for a minute” The guy did as he was told. “Listen cuntface. Come take a grip of my bat and feed your pussy with my dick” Poor Michael didn’t feel his arms anymore. He tried to regain control. “You better hurry, or do you want to get a beating?” the Scorpion asked him in an evil tone. Finally he could move his right arm and reached towards his ass. Soon he felt the guy’s penis. He started stroking the dick slowly. “Aaaaah nice. You are a good cunt. Yes you bitch, make me harder. Make my dick so hard, that I can wreck your cunt with it. “Don’t worry…. it hurts just in the beginning. I could make it easier for you with lube, but what fun would it give you?” he asked Michael. Not that he cared about Michael’s feelings right now. “Put my cock to your fuck tube. Yeah- hold it there. Hold it tight against your opening” he ordered the twink. Finally he started pushing his dick against the dry fuck opening. Michael started to moan instantly. The harder the Scorpion pushed the louder did the 18 year old scream. The Scorpion lashed out and hit Michael twice in his face. “Open up….. Open up….. UP UP UP…… relax your sphincter and let me in you pig” he shouted. “Come on let me stab you a couple of times with my dick and you will see, the blood will make it easier for me, for the other guys and for you.” he growled. “Stupid cunt” he grouched. Another voice told the Scorpion, it would probably be better to use at least a little amount of lube, so they could start the action finally. The Scorpion’s dick was rock hard. That was not the problem. The problem was this little fag who cramped too much, that even with a full hard cock, it was unable to break the barrier. Someone handed the Scorpion a tube and he slit out of Mike’s hole. He started to apply the lube on his cock and was still cursing, because his plan had not worked out. “I…. I will try…. try to relax Sir” Michael stuttered. “Yeah – that’s good whore. Open your cunt for us. If you are milking us good you might get a gift from everyone for your effort.” the Scorpion chuckled. “Yes Sir…. I…. I…. I like gifts. Thank you Sir.” Michael talked softly. Again he helped the Scorpion to hold him against the center of his tight opening. His right arm was immediately pushed down to the mattress again. This time the Scorpion was more successful. With one stroke he brought 6 inches into Michael’s pussy. The boy was gasping and then started with a loud and whining tone. It was like a siren, coming deep from the depths of his body. The Scorpion pulled his dick out of Mike’s ass and slammed it back in. Again the cunt stopped him at about 6 inches. “What now? Do you want me to cut your sphincter?” the big guy screamed. Some of the other guys were excited about the aggressive act. They couldn’t wait to rupture the intestine of this almost virgin guy. Others were concerned. Hard fucking was one thing and the guy obviously wanted getting fucked. They all saw and heard the words in the beginning and even now Michael had helped the rough guy to actually enter his body. He even stroked him before to get harder. “I’m gonna rip you open – and if it is the last thing I do. You will let me into your body you stupid fuck” he swore loudly. Again and again the Scorpion stabbed into the cunt with a great force and all of a sudden he started sinking more and more inches into his fuck puppet. Finally all 9 inches were buried into Michael’s ass and the Scorpion roared triumphantly. “Now let’s try to make you bleed. Would you like that? Would you like me to fuck your fucktube so hard? Do you want it to be shredded? Hmmmmm….?” the Scorpion asked callously. Michael nodded. He didn’t seem to actually get it, what was just happening. When the Scorpion started to almost pull out, he enjoyed slamming his prick back into the virginal hole. “Yeah…. moan for me. Make me hard. Milk my cock with your cunt.” he uttered aggressively. A third man entered the hut. He held some pieces of woods in his hands. It was not large. Two minor wood wedges. Guys help me for a second, to rip his mouth wide open. I don’t want to lose a finger, but since Michael was so into the fuck rhythm he didn’t realize at first what was happening in his face. Only when the pressure at his jaws was so high, that he wanted to scream, he realized he couldn’t close his mouth anymore. “Now isn’t that nice” the third guy complimented himself for this good idea. “Now we can use his mouth also and we don’t have to be afraid of him biting us. The guys cheered all loudly. Michael rolled his eyes. He didn’t know what hurt more. His nose, which seemed to be broken. His jaw and mouth, that he couldn’t close anymore or his ass, which was repeatedly stabbed. His whole body seemed to be one big pain. The scorpion started now a rabbit fuck. He fucked the poor boy in such a pace, that Michael could only grunt like an animal. He wasn’t human anymore. The Scorpion looked down and saw red streaks of blood at his penis. The guys saw this and cheered enthusiastically. “This is good…. this is good boy… you are doing a good job. Keep that ass up. Let me ram my cock harder into your pussy.” Michael squealed like a pig and tried to move his ass a bit higher to avoid the hard fucking penis, but in the end he even gave the Scorpion a better angle to attack his asshole. The Scorpion was now able to rotate his dick always in another angle. So he touched Michael’s intestine at places he never even knew they existed. The two guys holding Michael still down called for the third chap to start chocking the little whore with a dick in his mouth. The guy didn’t wait for long. He had his jeans unbuttoned already and lowered himself from the front. Most guys were jacking off at the spectacle. They couldn’t see Michaels face anymore, but they heard the noises escaping from his fucked mouth. He retched pathetically. You could also hear soft sobs while he was fucked from both ends now. The Scorpion was sure. By the end of this session they would double penetrate the virgin slut. He would wait ‘til the end…. he wanted to try to fistfuck the boy as the big finale. With this scenery on his mind he started to erupt into Michael’s ass. He flexed his ass cheeks, while stream after stream of his highly toxic semen entered the torn up snatch. “I fucked my gift into you. Do you hear me? Your first dick and you got already fucked up.” he snarled dangerously. Michael couldn’t concentrate on those words. He was trying to accommodate to the huge bat made out of warm flesh in his tight throat. The Scorpion withdrew his bloody dick slowly and stood up. His knees were shaky. As soon as he left the area between Michaels leg, another guy from outside the hut entered Mike’s already ripped up pussy. Michael felt the new dick filling his ass and all of the sudden his own cock started to harden. “Filthy whore” muttered the fucker and started his steady fuck pace. Michael yelped again, as the new cock entered him with 8 inches in a roar and he felt the pressure of the guy, beating against his intestinal walls painfully.

This has been interesting for me. While there was a very large sexual aspect that went into my decision to bareback, it was certainly not the driving factor. While others may not understand, concept of authenticity had more to do with my decision. But, after enjoying a few men who were poz and also bare backed me, the desire for more was immense. As it turned out, I was quickly converted.....but still crave more men. And, the night I learned I was poz, I topped a young twink and gave him a dose of the toxic cum as had been given to me. I would never have imagined how much that has increased my desire for sex. A life long bottom, I now see I have a desire to enjoy a more versatile sex life. So, at least for now, the process and results of chasing have put me into a whole new world of enjoying sex without fear.

The Invitation The weekend at home was a short respite and I headed out first thing on Monday morning for the where day conference. So far Ben had been fucked bareback by at least five guys in the last couple of months, with very strong indications that Sam was one of them, probably the first one. Based on how badly he wanted us to get together with Matt and Josh he had probably been fucked by them as well. Then there was the flu he got about a month after meeting up with Sam again, followed by me getting it. Since I was now most probably poz, and the only person who had fucked me raw before Jeremy was Ben, I had to assume he was also poz. There was no way to undo that but now I was going to play some mind games with Ben. When I tired of that we would just accept our new found freedom and fuck around bareback with whoever we felt like. Just for the fun of it I searched the profiles again and found one that sounded just like Jeremy. He was not shy and showed his face. Yes, as I suspected, Jeremy was BBSam4Fun’s “J2”, and his profile picture showed him in his latex outfit with the biohazard logo. He listed his status as “Ask Me.” I had a hunch that it was highly unlikely that the test result had been a false positive and so there was no point in me playing safe anymore. It was time to take up Zach on his offer as we were both going to be at the conference. We finished at around 5:30 that evening and as we walked out of the conference room I asked Zach to join me for a drink in the bar. We chose two comfortable chairs in preference to a hard stool at the bar counter. The chairs and accompanying side table were chosen to give a good view of the bar and its occupants. I scanned the room. Only one guy caught my eye. He was one of the conference attendees, and he had caught me looking at his package earlier in the day but had said nothing. Dark hair and complexion and a slim build. He looked Mediterranean or Latino. It was not important what he was other than he had smoldering hot looks. I kept looking at him as Zach and I discussed this and that and drank a few beers. After about twenty minutes I could contain myself no longer and brought up the subject of sex. “Zach, I thought about what you said to me last week. The answer is yes. I’d love to fuck your butt. Tonight, if possible.” Zach just laughed. “No way. I already made plans for tonight and it does not include you fucking me with a condom-strangled cock.” “Who said anything about condoms? I want to ram your ass with my juicy raw cock until I dump a massive load deep in your colon.” Zach looked stunned for a moment. “FUCK yeah! I want that. My plans have not changed but you are now invited. Are you going to get fucked bare as well?” “What do you think? What goes around cums around. Of course I am. The more loads the better.” “Well then, another convert to our cause. I have some fun in the gym planned for tonight. Access to the gym is usually restricted after 9 pm but Chris gave me an access key. The nice thing is unlike many hotel gyms there are no big windows where a casual observer can look in. So we can do whatever we want as long as we clean up when we are finished.” “Great, so I guess that the party starts at nine?” “Ten actually, we need to wait for Chris and Ricky his boyfriend to get off work.” “So it will be the four of us?” “Actually no. I was not expect you to join us to play, so I arranged a little orgy with some of my friends who are in town. Quite a few of them are poz and the TeamBB rules apply to all of my parties so you cannot ask. But you are most welcome to join us if you agree to that. The more the merrier. I’ve been dying to get your dick in my hole ever since I first met you. And if you can round up another bareback top or two between now and ten that would be great too.” I looked at him with amusement. I had not picked up anyone, bareback or not since I had met Ben. So it really was not likely that I would be bringing someone new to the party. “Zach, you going to join me for dinner?” “Nope, got other plans and a breeding and seeding party to get together.” I grinned at him. He was not shy, that’s for sure. As he left he turned and commented “See you at ten at the gym. The password to get in is Team BB. And since we are playing by the rules see if you can find something appropriate to wear.” I sat by myself drinking my beer but that was not for long. The hot guy had been sitting across the bar watching us all the time. I did not mind as it gave me an opportunity to look him over. Seeing that Zach was not coming back, he sauntered over and introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Dino. Mind if I sit? Those bar stools are hard on an ass.” “Hi, I’m Brandon. Sure, go ahead. I like a little company.” (Fuck, he was even hotter up close and I could see he was packing some serious meat in his tight khaki pants.) He looked at me closely as if to decide his next move. “You organize these conferences and are here often. Where can one go to get a bit of action?” I was taken aback and took a moment to reply. A hot guy like him setting off all the gay alarms wanting to get some action. So I stalled and played dumb. “Action? What do you mean? Gentlemen’s clubs?” He burst out laughing. “Dumb ass. What do you take me for? You are obviously gay and you have been cruising me all evening! Nope, I want the gentlemen, not their clubs.” I smiled “Oh, that’s a relief. I thought you may be asking me to find something know nothing about.” He grabbed his ample crotch. “There is something else that is hard on a man’s ass. Or should I say in an ass.” Great, maybe I had found a top for Zach after all. But we did not know if he played safe or not. “Why don’t you join me for dinner and let’s see what we can come up with for tonight.” We spent some talking about this and that and we discovered to our surprise that we lived only about 20 minutes from each other. After some time the inevitable topic of whether we were single or not came up. “So you have a boyfriend” I said. “Does he know you fuck around on the side?” “No, I’ve never told him and I don’t think he suspects. When we first met we used to fuck a lot, always with condoms. Then after about a year we got tested and started barebacking. He insisted on monogamy and at first the excitement of raw sex was enough. Then it sort of got boring and now we only have sex about once a month. I need more so I suggested we open our relationship up a little but he was having none of it. He said he did not want to go back to condoms. I even suggested we find another neg couple for regular hookups but he did not like that idea either. So we started some fetish stuff to get the excitement up but really I think what we need is more cock from strangers.” “My husband I have an agreement. Sort of a don’t-ask-don’t-tell arrangement. The rule is we use condoms when we play with others, but I know he doesn’t so I don’t either.” “Fuck, that’s hot. Since I travel a lot I fuck around a lot that he doesn’t know about, always bare. I could never go back to wearing rubber.” I realized that I may have come up with a top for Zach so I asked him the question. “You up for a bareback sex party tonight?” I did not have to encourage him, he was raring to go. So I told him the Team BB rules. He chuckled. “Well, that’s convenient, I went past the local fetish wear store yesterday evening as soon as I got in and bought myself something sexy in neoprene.” I could not resisted the temptation. “I though you could not go back to wearing rubber.” “No you fucking idiot, on my body, not my dick. With rapid access to where it’s needed. You’ll see tonight.” I told him where to meet up and the password and we parted. I looked in my bags. I couldn’t find anything particularly sexy to wear to the party and the fetish wear store had already closed. I grabbed a pair of scissors and my favorite white swimsuit and removed the front lining. It would have to do for now. I knew how well the single lined rear showed off my crack when wet so I was hoping the same would be true for the front. I could not wait for the time to pass…the anticipation for the nights activities was too great. Exactly and ten pm I found myself in front of the gym door with the large closed sign. I knocked. “Password?” “Team BB," I answered. Zach opened the door and let me in, commenting "You're the first to arrive. The entire facility is available. Enjoy." He was wearing tight leather shorts and a half-harness and construction boots. His tight little body looked even hotter in that outfit than I remembered from the gym, but since I had a few minutes before the main activity began, I stripped down to my swimsuit, jumped into the pool and took a quick swim to cool down a bit. Looking down, I was amazed how see my speedo was all but transparent. I lounged in the water for a few minutes before the next guys knocked on the door and Zach let them in. They were two hunky boys, both in their late twenties, both dressed in tight jeans and dark t-shirts. They disappeared into the locker room to undress. Zach stepped over to me, identifying the guys as the Baker twins, Brent and Brad. The twins emerged from the locker room and walked straight towards where I was in the pool. They were both wearing translucent latex outfits like shorty surfer wetsuits with zippers all the way from the neck to the small of their backs. Brent was wearing yellow and Brad was wearing red. The rubber was transparent enough to see each had a biohazard tattoo on the left side of his crotch. They had obviously been wearing the rubber for a while because their muscular bodies were already slick and slippery with sweat. Seeing that and their fat uncut cocks I knew immediately that I wanted both of them to breed me. I climbed out of the pool in front of them noticing their looks of approval as the wet see through spandex clung to my crotch outlining my cock and balls. I turned around to show them my ass as I bent down to pick up my towel. They were only a few feet away. Brad looked at me with a grin. “I like your swimsuit. Low cut. Real low cut like a competition swimmer’s so that it doesn’t even cover the top of your crack. My brother and I like that. We were on the swim team at college and got to look at a lot of hot guys in a tiny speedos.” Brent chipped in. “And fuck a lot of them. We like what you are packing in front as well. If one of us fucks you we both are, and we’re going to fuck you and give you our loads. Then you are going to fuck us. We come pre-lubed with cum.” My dick had started to chub at the sight of these two muscular dudes and suddenly got very hard at the thought of their charged cum in my hole. It would be the first time that I knowingly took a load from a poz guy. (Or two.) “Yeah.” Brad continued. “We always fuck each other before a party. Gets our asses ready and slows us down so we don’t cum too quickly.” As he spoke their dicks were starting to expand and fill out in the tight latex. They both unzipped their crotch zippers and released their swelling uncut cocks. “Let’s see how you suck,” Brad suggested. I went down on my knees and swallowed Brad’s drooling meat. Brent did not waste a moment and went down on all fours behind me and pulling down my swimsuit he thrust his tongue deep into my ass crack. I relaxed my sphincter to allow him access and he wormed his tongue into my hole. That lasted all of a second before he withdrew his head. “Damn, no cum there. That’s not right. We’ll have to fix that.” He dived back in and started getting my anus nice and wet for the coming fuck. Brad looked down on me furiously working his dick with my mouth. “Yeah, you need to know what a good hole tastes like.” He slid out of my mouth and turned around, unzipping the back zipper of his suit revealing his well fucked hole. Soon we were all on the floor, Brent loosening up my hole with is mouth and me tasting the sex juices in Brad’s ass. Without asking me, Brent stopped rimming me and I felt him place the head of his leaking dick at my back door. It was so slick with pre-cum that he did not need any lube and he slowly slid all the way in. Brad knew what Brent was doing without looking. “I want you to fuck me while he is fucking you.” He moved away from my mouth and backed onto my cock. “Don’t need lube.” He took my cock balls deep in one swift move. It was a new experience to be sandwiched between two slippery latex sheathed guys getting barebacked and barebacking without skin on skin body contact. In spite of having fucked his brother earlier Brent did not last long and I could feel his pace pick up seconds before I felt his cock swell and twitch as he started spewing his toxic cum in my guts. It took me over the edge as well and I dumped a massive load in Brad. As he came Brent whispered in my ear. “I’m not supposed to tell you this but I’m poz and not on meds. Same for Brad.” I did not really need him to tell me he was poz as I had noticed their tattoos. As for meds, I had not even been to see a doctor yet. As I came down from my orgasm I noticed a few more guys had entered the room and they had been stroking their cocks as they watched us fuck. I heard Zach say “Treat him nice guys. It’s his first bareback sex party, so make sure he gets plenty of loads.”

as a top... when i fuck hard and deep that the bottom starts to squirm because it hurts them. love it when they struggle with 10 inches. love to lay on top and pound raw and deep. especially old guys (once i fucked this 79 year old russian bottom, who barely spoke english.... hard, deep and creamed him inside and then i ate it out his raw hole). he could barely take it. loved it! its hard to find raw white older men that like young, hung 10 inch bbc. i need to travel more to see where these guys are located so i can give it to them raw.

When I top my bf, the moment when I'm about to cum, I stop moving, and then my cock dribbles some pre-cum in his ass. Then I go on fucking him till after two or three times, I'll finally cum. It's like pre-filling. When I bottom, it's when I hear the top losing control, saying he can't hold it anymore. Especially when the top wants to stop for a while, so as to last longer. Then I'll milk him with my hole, proving that it's my hole who rules. Oh and, as a bottom too, when I get a second fuck. My hole is then full of cum, I open it wide, making a mess with the top's dick, so full of cum and lubed.

Part 2 As the days passed by, sucking his brother was almost daily. His other brother however didn't seem to care that much and he felt a little disappointed. His disappointment wouldn't last long though. One day, when Antony and him were alone, Antony told him that he too needed to be serviced. You see, you own me too, not only our older brother he said. Daniel knew that he was right. What can I do for you Daniel asked. Sit on my knees and I'll explain you the situation he replied. Our house has two men, me and our brother. We don't need a third one. But we do need a boy and that would be you. We will give your pleasure and you will service us. You won't deny any of our requests. Yes, Daniel agreed. You will say yes brother, it's better that way his brother asked. Yes brother, Daniel repeated. It's quite obvious though that you yet seem to be unchanged Antony noticed. Your cum is different from ours and we don't want it to stay that way. You also need lots of training but we have patience. Now now, get off your clothes he said. Willingly Daniel got naked in front of his brother. There is no need for clothes when you are in front of us. We prefer you naked. You have a very beautiful body, it's a shame to hide it. You will only be clothed when we tell you so. Has my brother fed you today? No brother he hasn't. Well I suppose it's my duty for today. I can't let my brother hungry. You know what to do. Daniel, again on his knees started to smell his brother's dick, touching it and sucking it. His dick was a little shorter from his brother's but oh man it was so fatter and thick. He begun to please his brother and the latter was slapping his face and spitting at time right at his mouth. Oh boy, you are very hungry. You can't get enough of it. After I cum I have to get you ready for tonight. We have a conversion to prepare. Daniel didn't understand what he meant by conversion but he knew he was gonna like it. He loved to serve his brothers. Daniel could tell he was getting closer because of his moans and precum and he was getting really excited. His brother "hugged" his neck with his legs forcing him to take all his dick deep into his throat. He was chocking again, his face had turned red and tears once again made their appearance. He tried to escape but his brother wouldn't let him go. He slapped him real hard, spit on him and told him that even if he lose consciousness he wouldn't take it out unless he cums. And then he could feel the waves of cum filling and filling his throat running inside him choking him. He released him after a few seconds and he was coughing. That was not bad at all he told him. But there is room for improvement. Now that you had your meal we must get you prepaid. On the bathroom with me he asked him. When in the bathroom he explained him that cleaning his hole was of utmost importance. We don't want any accidents he warned him. Part of pleasing your man is being clean. You must be patient while cleaning your asshole. He showed him how. Then he removed him any unnecessary body hair and started to bathe him. Antony could be very rough but gentle too. He felt his affections toward him. His hands were touching his body everywhere. He felt his love in his hands, washing him and kissing him.. he felt like he was going to faint from the intensity of this sensation. He knew he needed him to be happy. He wanted his protection and love. Antony gave him many kisses, it was like he was dreaming. Then Antony, after he finished bathing him took him on his hands to their older brothers bedroom. He took a body lotion with a very delicate scent and cover his body. You must smell nice for us. He also gave him a jockstrap. I seriously doubt that you will have the need to play with your dick for tonight. It will help you concentrate on what really matters -us. There is also something more that I must do. Antony took a toothbrush and inserted in his hole. Daniel was at pain but Antony told him to stay still in a tone filled with austerity. It is required trust me. There was blood in the toothbrush but Daniel didn't notice. Antony cleaned his asshole, licked it a little -something which Daniel really liked- and Antony took a pillow placed it under his waist and told him to stay like this with his legs spread. In a while -he said- you will have the most memorable experience of your life. End of Part -2. Tell me what you think. Thanks for reading and commenting

being top, love the submission of a bottom letting me enter them bare, and what is even better is the discovery of another guys cum deep in the bottoms hole after you start fucking him

I couldn't tell what I should do. I knew I could never fuck bareback again. It was dangerous. It was wrong. People would judge me and think I was a whore and I'd never get a boyfriend if people knew because they would talk about me barebacking with guys. So, I was a "good boy." I tried hard not to hook up because I was picky, but also because I didn't want people to think any of that stuff. I didn't mess around with anyone for a few weeks. I still went out with my friends and got drunk and danced, but I was a "good boy." One night I was out dancing and I met this hot guy. Shorter than me, tight body. Probably 5'8" and just ripped - Ripped Boy. I was into him and we danced and drank and he wanted to hook up, but his friend was from out of town and single and he didn't want to hook up if his friend didn't. I thought, he is such a nice guy. I said, "Give me a second." I grabbed this cute guy and pulled him into our dancing group. I kissed him and asked his name, turns out he's a Navy Boy. I told him our dilemma and he agrees to go dance with the friend and they hit it off. Next thing I know, Navy Boy is back over to me and says, "I just felt that guy's cock and it's huge. I bottomed last night and I'm still sore. I'm not sure I should go home with him." I am so accommodating and sweet and really want to get fucked by the Ripped Boy that I say, "It's no big deal. Let's all go to Ripped Boy's place and hang out and see what happens." Navy Boy agrees. As we leave the bar I see Navy Guy is really sexy and that Ripped Boy's friend is attractive but not in Navy Boy's league. I was nervous that they wouldn't hook up and Ripped Boy and I would then not hook up. LOL. We all pile in Ripped Boy's car and his friend and Navy Boy are in the backseat. I see the friend open Navy Boy's zipper as they make out. Ripped Boy stops to get gas, Navy Boy runs inside for cigarettes and the friend says we should get condoms. Ripped Boy agrees and then Navy Boy comes back with some beer and cigarettes and Ripped Boy says let's get some booze too. So we all get in the car and hit this late night store and I run in and get some vodka. Back out and in the car. Now the Navy Boy has his shirt off in the back seat and Ripped Boy says, "You got my friend a total hottie. Thanks." Off to the house. We get inside and Ripped Boy and I go to the kitchen, make out, he plays with my ass as I make the drinks. Spilling some when he plays with my crack through my jeans. We get back to the living room and Navy Boy is in his briefs making out hard with the friend. Ripped Boy says, "No fair. You should get naked too." He grabs at my jeans as I hand the guys their drinks and put ours down. I let him undo my jeans and I am in my boxers and I take off my t shirt. I straddle Ripped Boy's lap just like Navy Boy was to his friend and make out with him. It's getting really hot and I am hard as fuck. Navy Boy and I kiss some too. Navy Boy asks loudly, "Hey, you're a bottom right?" I said yes. Ripped boy slips his hands into my boxers and rubs my asshole some. Navy Boy has finished his drink and into the kitchen we go so I can make him another one. He slips my boxers down and rubs his cock on my ass. He says, "You have a hot ass. Can I fuck you?" I said, "Sure, but I'm with Ripped Boy tonight." Navy Boy grabs some salad oil off the kitchen counter and rubs some on my crack and hole. He fingers me and says, "Please." At this point the other guys come in and the friend says, "I bet we all fuck College Boy (me) tonight." Ripped Boy walks over to me and takes the salad oil and says "Does this feel good?" I laughed and said, "Sorta." He kisses me and lubes up Navy Boys cock with the salad oil and says, "Fuck College Boy." I spread my legs and kiss Ripped Boy, not thinking of anything but how turned on I was. Next thing I know, Navy Boy's cock is slipping inside me. I moaned and then the friend kisses me and Navy Boy is resting his cock in my ass. I'm making out with Ripped Boy and the friend as Navy Boy starts to go to town on my ass. Navy Boy and the friend start kissing and the friend takes off his clothes and Ripped Boy bends me over more to suck his cock. I'm sucking his cock and Ripped Boy says to his friend, "I told you we didn't need them." I have no idea what they are talking about. I'm sucking cock and getting fucked. I'm in heaven. After a few minutes, Navy Boy tightens up and says, "I'm gonna cum." Now I realize, Navy Boy who got his ass wrecked last night by some random dude is in me bareback. I can't do anything much because he started cumming in my ass as I am still sucking cock and realizing we never used a condom. I take his load and then Navy Boy pulls out and he and the friend grab their drinks and head back to the living room. Ripped Boy is fingering my ass now as we share a drink. I am so shocked that I just let another random guy bareback me. I turned to Ripped Boy and say, "OMG! That was so slutty. I didn't know we weren't using a condom." Ripped Boy takes my hand and leads me to his bedroom. He sits me on his bed and I can feel Navy Boy's cum in my ass. He climbs on top of me and we are making out so hard. My cock is so hard because I had a load in my ass and was with this hot guy. He spreads my legs and says ur ass is still so slick from the oil and Navy Boy's cum. Blushing I say, "I'm sorry about that. I didn't know." Ripped Boy turns me over and rubs his cock on my ass crack. He says, "Do you need more lube?" I said, "No. I think I'm good." He slicks his cock up with the oil on my ass and slides his bare cock in me. I said, "Fuck that's hot." He said, "My cock in you feels really good." He fucked me good for about 10-15 minutes. Then he said, "I'm going to cum in your ass." I said, "Do it. I want your load." I took his load and he slipped out of my ass. He slapped my ass and said, "You are a hot fuck." Ripped Boy and I made out some more and fell asleep. I woke up with him fucking me early in the morning. After a while on my side, I turned on my back and spread my legs for him. I noticed his friend watching us from the doorway and stroking his cock. Ripped Boy came in my ass again and fell asleep. I got up to go to the bathroom and I came out and saw the friend on the couch in the living room stroking his cock. I asked where Navy Boy was and he said, "He went back home." I said, "Navy Boy was hot." He thanked me for hooking them up and said I was hot too. I walked over to the couch as we talked. He had a 9" cock. I said, "You have a big cock man." He said, "Too bad Navy Boy didn't want to get fucked. You looked like you like getting fucked by Navy Boy and Ripped Boy." I blushed and said, "I did." I asked me if there was lube in the bathroom and I said yes and went to get it for him. I came back and squirted some on his cock and rubbed it all over his cock. He pulled me on top of him and we kissed and I straddled him. He said, "You like cock don't you? Why don't you sit on mine." I got shy and said, "We don't have a condom." He said, "You haven't used one yet tonight." He was right. I was a cum dump for two guys already that night. I gave in and he pushed his cock against my hole as I leaned back down on it. He said, "Ride my raw cock bitch." I did. I rode him and made out with him until he was close and he said, "Take my load slut." I sat down on his cock and felt him explode in me. He just kept coming. I was so turned on I came on his chest. He loved it. I eased off him and cum for three different guys slipped out of my ass and down my thighs. I was so turned on and so scared of what I had just done. Not just one guy, I had let three different guys bareback my ass in one night and I had taken their cum. I went back to bed with Ripped Boy and fell back asleep. We got up and he drove me back to my apartment. I found out on the ride that he had a boyfriend. I was kind of shocked and said, "But you just fucked me bareback and came in my ass twice. How can you have a boyfriend?" He said that I was so hot he had to have me. I blushed and we exchanged numbers and he said, "Can I see you again when my boyfriend is out of town?" I said, "Yes." I got out of the car and he called out, "College Boy, come back." I walked back the few steps and he kissed me hard and asked if I'd let his friend fuck me too. I said yes. He said, "You're so hot," and he drove away. I went upstairs to my apartment and said I swore I'd never see him again because he was a cheater. I also swore that I'd be better about using condoms. I had to be, right? No guy wants to be boyfriends with a slut, right? I said, never again to both barebacking and seeing Ripped Boy. I did see Ripped Boy again a few times, but I made him wear condoms. He said he understood. We stopped fucking when his boyfriend figured out he was fucking me. I might have kept my promise about making Ripped Boy use condoms, but I did get barebacked again. But, that is another story.

I love it all, from start to finish! From the moment my ass gets opened by that bare cock, to the moment it unloads deep in me . I enjoy it all .

Ok, here goes.. bare in mind I'm no story teller..... Poison Rod had fucked me sometime ago before I knew he was poz, although I had suspected when he talked of his dirty seed and making sure I couldnt push his load out by getting me out the door as quickly as possible. Since then had been in touch with him, he has such a power over me and although I knew what it could mean his power and the thought of his thick and I do mean thick cock just made my mouth and my ass water. Anyway it took a long time and I am sure that poisonrod gave up on me but eventually I decided I just needed it. Messaged him on Growlr and said I was home alone and wanting to take his cock and load. He made sure I hadn't shaved my head as he hates that and I did it I gave him my address and my phone number , no turning back now. He called from an unkown number and talked making sure I knew what I was about to do and what it would mean. I was hard as soon as I heard his voice again and my cunt as I was now thinking of it wanted no one else. He text me to say he was here and I opened up the door and there he was. He looks like a very normal guy, he's handsome and has the sort of body I love, not muscled but masculine and manly and I couldn't wait. I had that cock out of his trousers before he was up in the bedroom, the bedroom and the bed I share with my boyfriend, which made it for him and for me much hotter. I sucked his cock whilst he reminded me of his high VL and the fact it was totally unmedicated unlike all those undetectables he knew I had been talking to. I was only in a dressing gown so I was naked in seconds and he kept reminding me what a whore I was and how I was going to be free now to take as many cocks and loads as I wanted without worry. I thanked him for the freedom he was about to give me. he pushed me on to my knees on the bed and I could smell my boyfriend as he pushed his only slightly lubed knob to my hole... a hole that I had cleaned out without lube and that I knew was a little bloody inside. He let his weight drop and the head popped inside. It hurt, it hurt good like I wanted it to and he groaned as he pushed all the way in. His precum was oozing he was telling me and that every drop was toxic. That made me push back harder and I breathed in the poppers that I had - not a sniff but a total lung full of the stuff that would open up my hole and the blood vessels to what I needed. He pushed me flat on my front and ground that thick cock deep in my cunt, a cunt that is no longer neg I was sure even if he hadnt yet cum as that precum was oozing I could feel the wetness and that of my insides as it ripped. He made me beg for it and I did like a whore in heat and he fucked hard as he asked me if I wanted him to shoot. Yes I screamed and he did. I could feel the heat deep in my guts (it never came out) and laid then as I milked his cock to get every last drop and to masaage it inside me. He left not long after but only after telling me he would be back to make sure the job was done, hoping he's gonna bring his boyfriend next time too another unmedicated poz top for me to be bred by.

Straight from the tap.. in me at either end, preferably in my ass but not gonna complain with whatever I can get....

PART 2 – THE FRANKLIN SQUARE BOYS DICK ME DOWN We had just about finished another round of hits on the pipes when the phone rang and the guy who was downstairs said he was looking for Dwayne. Shit, totally forgot about the other guys Dwayne and Malcolm said they would try to get to come over that they knew from Franklin Square Park. So I buzzed them up, threw some pants on and went to answer the door. Dwayne and Malcolm stayed as they were on the couch, naked, hard dicks standing straight up, and hitting the pipe. I watched through the peephole and when I saw someone come off the elevator, opened the door and in walked the two new guys. The first guy was black, about 25 or so, taller then me but skinny, with his hair braided in long neat rows, baseball cap tilted to the side, close cropped beard, no shirt on and white t-shirt stuffed in his back pocket. His arms, torso, neck, and part of his back was covered in tattoos. The other guy – to my surprise – was a white kid, younger than the black guy, long denim shorts on, grey tank top, black and red sneakers, unshaven, but not really a beard, and he was about my height, but really really skinny – sickly thin. They just stood in the hall as I closed the door, I locked up, got in front of them, held out my hand to shake the black guys hand and introduced myself. He looked at me, sneered and said, “What the fuck I care about that for?” I shrugged and led them into the living room where Dwayne and Malcolm both said “Yo man,” and then Dwayne looked at the white kid, at the new guy, and said, “Yo Warren, what happened to your boy? You know man, the one we all ganged that bitch with. What’s his name from Baltimore, Tommy, Tom, or something. Warren said, “He got into some shit, he’s locked up now in PG County Jail,” as he sat down in one of the dining room chairs I had brought in by the couch. “What do you have to drink,” he said. I told him, he asked for some rum, and the kid who was sitting in another chair said nothing and looked totally strung out. Dwayne and Malcolm hit their pipes while Warren pulled out a huge bag of white powder, poured some in a clean ash tray, then took a rolled up dollar bill out of his pocket and sniffed a few lines. “So,” Warren said as he looked at us, “You being a slut today for these niggas? Hmmm, let’s see what you working with, get those pants off, let me see your hole.” So I took off my pants as Dwayne and Malcolm watched me and the white kid just stared off into space. I turned around in front of Warren who said, “Hmmm, ass still all white, you niggas took it easy on him I see, what you been doing? Playing cards or fucking? An ass needs to be marked up!” And with that Warren slapped my right cheek hard, leaving a big pink mark where he contacted. I yelled, jumped forward, he stood up, grabbed my left arm, pulled me back, “Don’t be running,” he said. “I ain’t done with you.” He then gave me a couple more hard smacks, told me to bend way over as he opened my hole and started working two fingers inside my ass. “Oh yeah, see where someone’s been digging at you – all raw and shit back here. Hmmm…Now reach back and hold your cheeks apart, yeah that’s right, gonna set up you up with a Franklin Park Special right here,” Warren laughed as I looked at Dwayne and Malcolm who were hitting their pipes again and just nodding. “You know what that is slut? No? Don’t matter none, now just keep those cheeks apart. Yo – my man – come here – hold him, make sure he don’t run from me.” Now I was nervous as the white kid came out of his stupor, walked over, stood in front of me so my shoulder was against his hip and his hands were on my back. I kept my cheeks open and felt Warren begin to force two fingers in my hole. HOLY FUCK THAT BURNED! What was he doing? Oh, I bet he was giving me a booty bump, which I confirmed as I turned my head and looked back and he was smiling as he licked his fingers clean, dipped them in his bag of white powder, then worked them back up my hole. “Now slut,” Warren said half laughing, “You are going to be begging for this here dick in no time, ain’t that right boy,” as he slapped the white kid. The white kid grunted and Warren kept working his fingers around my hole. The burning sensation had lessoned up some and now I could my head starting to buzz and a new high mixing in with the crack. WOW! I let out a big breath, and Warren said, “Now boy, we want to watch you use this hole, so come on now. The white kid dropped his pants and a nice thick 9-inch dick popped out, curved up, uncut, very white with a pale pink head. Just gorgeous shape and perfect size and I let out a little moan. Warren slapped my ass hard, shifted his chair closer to the couch as the kid got behind me and tried forcing his dick in my hole. Whatever Warren had put up my ass had made my hole tighten up like a Netherlands dam during a spring flood, so he was trying to work in with no luck. Warren laughed and said, “Boy, use your tongue damn it, lick some of that snow out of that valley now, taste it, wet it up, that’s get you more fucked up too.” The kid obeyed and started lapping at my hole. I was moaning, and flying good, but legs were tired, so I reached to my right, pulled one of the chairs in front of me, and leaned on it for support. Warren and the other guys were now egging him on saying shit like, “Come on, let’s see some white dick in action. Don’t think the slut likes white dick does he? Think this slut into dark meat, but show him what you got. Go on now, fuck it, fuck it.” Then Dwayne spoke up and said, “He’s an AIDs slut. He likes that infected dick, and loves lapping on old Mr Willie here, slurping up my green slime.” Warren said, “O yeah? Hmmm…. Well boy, you heard that, he’s an AIDs slut, ain’t you got something to give him too then?” The kid did not say anything, just stopped lapping at my ass, stood up, and pushed his dick in, tearing my powdered insides up as he did. I started swearing and saying it hurts, which made the guys laugh and Warren said, “Damn, you ain’t no slut, wait till I get you, you ain’t felt nothing yet.” The kid kept fucking and once the pain in my ass settled, the high took over and a radiant heat started emanating from my ass as the kid gave me his white raw dick. I don’t know how long he fucked, was sort of out of it, but next thing I realized he pulled out and I could feel cum and hot juice running down the back of my legs. I stood up, stretched, and Warren got up, grabbed his supplies, and said, “Fellas, me and this ass is gonna have a little alone time. You watch over my boy but DON’T fuck with him. He’s mine, hear me? Where’s your bedroom at?” I stumbled down the hall, with Warren pushing me along. We got into the bedroom, closed the door, he turned the light on, cleared a space on the dresser and set his stuff out, snorted a few lines, waved me over, I snorted two and mead started buzzing as the powder hit. Wow that was good! Warren laughed and said, “Come here. I don’t need those niggas up in my business you hear me. They tell you got some good ass and I like pink hole, watching my black dick go in and out. I ain’t into kissing and all that shit, but I’m a freak and love watching my black dick go in and outta pink hole. So bend over and push that shit out, I want to lick up my boys load and that slushy snow.” I leaned over the bed and Warren kneeled behind me, and started nipping and licking at my hole. Saying ‘hmmmmmmm’ as he lapped up his boy’s load mixed with the powered and ass juice up my hole. I kept pushing like I had to shit to feed him the other guy’s loads too if he wanted it. “Oh yeah slut, that some nasty good shit,” Warren said as he got up, wiping his mouth and going back to the dresser. He brought the ashtray full of powder over, set it on the bed, had me lick his fingers nice and wet, and then as he coated them said, “I got me a true HUGE MOTHERFUCKIN GUTTA SNAKE for you, you down for a beast fuck and getting that ass turned into pussy? Can you take it rough white bitch – huh? I fucks rough – want to bruise that hole. Now, time for another special, so answer me, you want this gutta snake?” As Warren worked his powder coated fingers into my ass, which hardly burned at all at first this time, but then he started clawing at my hole, increasing the damage Dwayne did earlier, and that shit BURNED! I cried out a bit and he said, “So you want it or not?” “Yes please, PLEASE MAKE ME YOUR SLUT!” I said, “I’ll do anything you want, just please fuck me now!” Warren laughed, pulled his fingers out, worked them around inside my mouth making me taste the pungent powder and my ass. “You gonna get it for sure.” I sat on the bed as Warren stood up, undid his pants, took of his shirt, then his shorts. HOLY FUCK HIS DICK WAS MASSIVE! I reached out, stroked it as he put his hand on my head and I leaned in and licked on it. He was over 11 inches for sure and thick and meaty, I could not wait for him to be inside my ass and immediately got on the bed doggy style, as I was flying high and needed to be bred raw, dirty, and nasty. Warren got behind me, put his hands up on my neck so that his thumbs met in the middle of the back of my neck and his hands and fingers gripped my head like a vise and he started to push his dick into my hole. As before, the powder had made my hole clench up, put Warren just continued pushing and forcing his dick forward, while squeezing my neck/head to ensure I would not move or run from the onslaught. I was begging for him to fuck me in one breath and to stop in the next. “You like that bitch?’ Warren said as he continue to tear my ass open as he worked his massive dick inside me. “You want to get infected by my dick? I got AIDs in prison and need another good bitch to take my cum. I ain’t doing meds and that shit, I am going to fuck and party and breed as many white sluts like you as I can to make sure it gets passes a long. As you can tell from my boy out there, my AIDs is some tough potent shit and he’ll be dead soon, so now your turn slut, so who’s your MASTER?” Damn! Hearing Warren tell me how infected he was made me jack my dick harder as he finished working his dick inside me and started doing long, deep strokes, ripping my guts open wider and wider each time he pulled out. “I’m the master,” I replied, as I wanted him to get worked up a bit and earn my ass for real. “What the fuck slut? You think you the master? Just cause you white? Well slut,” Warren said as his hands squeezed tighter around my neck, “I’m gonna make you a nigga bitch through all this cum I’m going to give you slut. The I’m the master again, cause it’s my dick up inside you and what I say goes, now take it slut! Beg for it! Tell your master how much you want his AIDs cum!” So I did, I begged, pleaded, said every dirty thing I could think of to get him to fuck me deeper, harder, and breed me with his infected load. “You want my cum? You want my death cum? My gutta snake spit? OH YEAH – MAKE MY SNAKE SPIT – TAKE IT SLUT – TAKE MY …” Warren hollered as he unloaded in my ass. His pace slowed as he worked it in and I kept begging for more, pleading for him not to stop. Warren pulled out, wiped off his dick with the edge of the bed cover and then walked over to the bedroom closet. He turned the light on and I didn’t pay attention to what he was doing as I was still pretty high and so missing his dick. WHACK! Fucking Christ, I started to turn around and move and Warren said, “Don’t run bitch, I want to make that ass red – WHACK! – yeah bitch – look at those red stripes on that pretty white ass, you need to remember I’m THE MASTER. Now get up.” I had tears in my eyes as he had whipped me pretty good. Warren put my hands behind my back and with the belt looped around them, tied them together with a length of the belt left for him to hang onto. “Bend back over!” Warren said, so I did, and as he half hauled me up off the bed he shoved his dick back in my ass. “Fucking slut, I got what you need, now open that hole, that’s it, open wide, I think the guys need to take you to see Uncle Jack, that fucked up nigga will shred your pussy. Oh fuck, got another nutt for you – damn fuck can’t hold off so good – TAKE MY AIDS, BE ANOTHER WHITE SLUT I KILL WITH MY CUM!!!! “Clean me off,” Warren growled as he pulled me back off the bed, straining my shoulder and arms that were still tied together with the belt. I knelt, licked his dick clean, tasted the tang of blood and thanked him for breeding my raw hole. He didn’t say anything, just hauled me up, he got dressed, then he pulled me backwards down the hallways to the living room. “What the fuck man? What did you do?” Dwayne asked. Warren said, “Just a little training as this white slut needs to learn who the true masters are, right? Got a good whore here who needs some more nasty dick – you ready?” “Fuck yo, I’m always ready and since you would not us let us get a taste of your boy over there, we be ready to get it in now!” Dwayne said as he got up off the couch, took the belt from Warren, and dragged me back to the bedroom. First Dwayne, then Malcolm, used the belt, fucked me wild, and gave me some more cum in my now totally bruised and sore hole. Malcolm then handed me back off to Warren who pushed me face down on the bed, laid on me as he sunk his dick into my used ass, and said, “I like you slut. I like that you are a true white slut who can’t get enough black dick. Anytime you want some more of this prison dick you know where I’m at. Come get me at Franklin. I could have fun getting a train of horned up brothas running on your ass. Got me a security guard at one of the buildings off the park who lets me take care of business in the loading dock area for a little something in exchange. Your ass would be his payment for sure, then I would run dudes up on you all night and I would make sure they all fucked you raw so either they giving you nasty shit or you give it to them. What the fuck do I care. You like that? I knew you would. I’d fuck you up – and we’d party. Maybe give you some hardcore shit as I know a few who would pay a premium to see you take on my man’s rottweilers – ever been knotted by a 4 legged dog? My man loves using a throat while his boys knot a hole – hmm – fuck that’s got me hot, oh damn slut, here’s SOME MORE CUM!” Warren untied me, let me do a couple lines as thanks, got dressed, then walked me back out to where the guys were. The white kid was still sitting off to the side and Malcolm and Dwayne were on the couch, dicks hard, smoking their pipes. “Show my boy where the bathroom is, then I gotta go,” Warren said and as the kid started to follow me I heard Warren say something to the guys and caught the words, ‘Go see Uncle Jack.’ Stay tuned for - PART 3 –UNCLE JACK’S HOUSE/CRAK DEN – PIMPED OUT