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HOW LOW WILL I GO? (A Fiction/Fantasy Story) Chasing started as a natural progression once I began taking loads bare. Something inside of me just hungered. For cum. More and more cum. And then not just any cum but viral loads. After months of taking every load I could get up my ass, including several HVL’s from HIV poz fuckers, I got my last test results -still negative. What does it take? How far am I will to go to get what my body needs to satisfy this craving? How low will I go? I was walking home from work one day and passed a guy, much smaller stature than me. At first I just thought he was a little guy. But when I glanced at him just as he passed, I noticed that he wasn’t a small guy. He was wasting. This was the first time I had actually seen a man with FULL BLOWN AIDS in person -naïve, I know. The thought of it had always terrified me until I began chasing. Now, taking one look at him . . . something happened. Without even thinking about it, I found myself following him another block to a black door in between two businesses. I knew there was a sort of hidden bathhouse somewhere around here, but had never had the nerve to check into it. I had always heard that the most hardcore and nasty types of guys went there. And every disease available was floating around from guy to guy in that place. The stuff of nightmares for the younger me. Now? It was the stuff that was making my dick swell in my pants and my ass involuntarily yawn open. I need something in me now! I followed the wasting man down the dark stairs towards the glow of a room opening at the bottom, filled with the sounds of pulsing music and the grunts and groans of pure animal man sex. After he payed his entrance feel, he glanced over his shoulder and saw me. I don’t think he’d been aware of me following him, but his eyes showed some recognition when they locked on mine. “Did you turn around and follow me down here?” he asked, his voice surprisingly deep, raspy and sexy. The desk clerk took my money and went back to playing on his phone, not caring what we did from that point on. “I, uh, yeah, I guess I did,” I admitted. I followed him to the changing area and stowed my clothes, while we continued to talk. “Why?” he asked me. It wasn’t a suspicious question. He seemed sort of playful at the thought that I, normal looking, ‘regular’, healthy guy, would follow him into a seedy bathhouse. I decided to just bite the bullet and be brutally honest. Nothing to lose, right? “Well, to be honest, the first thing that went through my mind when I walked passed you and really saw you was ‘sex’. Now.” He laughed, but not at me. “You really want to have sex with me? Do you have any idea what is coursing through my blood right now?” I swallowed over my dry throat and looked him in the eyes. “Yes, I do.” “And you still want me to fuck you?” The giant bulge in his jock told me that he wanted to fuck me, too. “Yes.” “You realize that I will only fuck you bare. And I will not pull out. You will get all of my toxic AIDS seed in you. Is that really what you want?” “Fuck yes,” I growled. He smiled a very devilish smile and yanked me by the hand to follow him through a couple of doorways into another dark space. I could hear sex happening everywhere around us, and it only made me crave it so much more. In fact, it wasn't just the sounds. It was the smells. That intoxicating blend of sweat and cum that has always worked better than a bottle of poppers for me. My stomach was a jumble of nerves, and I was both scared and excited at the same time. I knew that I was crossing a line that I couldn’t uncross. But logic had flown right out the window and I was just doing what an animal does, following my hunger. After a few minutes in that room my eyes adjusted to the dark. I could see a few different pairs, in the midst of their sucking and fucking, lost in their own worlds of depravity. Suddenly I felt his fingers at my hole, testing to see how tight or loose I was. It was going to be a tight fit no matter what given the bat he had swinging between his legs. It looked almost wrong -such a tiny body with such a huge cock. I suppose if he was at a healthy weight it might not have looked so extreme. But it was his wasted look that had gotten my attention, anyway, so I didn’t care. He pushed me down onto a small padded bench, giving him a better height and access to my opening. I heard him pumping his dick to full mast with a lubed hand, and then he started pressing into me. I knew that this was not going to be slow or gentle, and he just kept pushing, forcing my hole to open and take him into me. He just kept pushing and pushing, and I swear that I could feel my inner lining splitting a little. That little thought and realization made my heart thump wildly in my chest. Am I really doing this? He made me bleed, I’m sure. There is no escaping his bugs now. The force and heat in my ass naturally took over, and I found myself shoving myself back hard onto his huge cock. “Fuck yeah, take it!” he yelled, slapping my ass hard. He stopped only for one second when I felt his bony hips flush against my round ass cheeks. And then he yanked himself back, almost all the way out, and the drove back into me. HARD. I couldn’t help but grunt and growl. I was giving into the animal, I might as well sound like one, too. There was nothing fancy going on, no switching positions or breaks. He just stood there and pounded my pighole over and over, for at least fifteen or twenty minutes. I was impressed with his stamina, not knowing what to expect with his frail looking condition. As his fucking got even harder and deeper, it felt like his cock was growing even bigger inside of me. And I knew that he was getting close to cumming. This is it, am I really going to let him cum in me? I could pull off right before, it’s not too late. He started growling, and then spoke for the first time since he’d penetrated me. “I’m getting close buddy. There’s no backing out now . . . you’re going to get my load.” Oh, fuck, I forgot that he made it clear he would not be pulling out. The tingling in my stomach met with the fire in my groin and ass and I knew there was no need to deny it. “Fucking give it to me!” I yelled, surprising myself at how loud I’d been. “Knock me up!” “You want it? You want my AIDS?” he asked. “I’m going to pump you full of my toxic seed. Fucking knock you up with my AIDS babies.” “You got a neg ass there?” I heard one of the other guys ask. “Yup,” my fucker replied. Getting as loud and vocal as we’d gotten, I shouldn’t have been surprised that we attracted an audience. And they had all stopped their own messing around to watch me get impregnated. Knowing all eyes were on me taking this stranger’s dirty seed seemed to make something snap inside of me and I felt like a true cumwhore. Now all of the guys were yelling at us, at him, to get me pregnant, to trash my hole, to pound me and rip me up. And I was really getting into it, shoving back hard to feel every inch of him in me. My hole felt gaping, sloppy and wet, slick with my own ass juices, his natural lube and my blood. Finally he growled through clenched teeth, gripped my hips so hard it hurt as he impaled me balls deep as he emptied his balls into me. “That’s it, take it you fucking whore,” he finally panted as his cock began to soften after a few minutes. I looked over my shoulder at him and smiled. He smiled back and said, "You must be a fucking whore to follow a guy you don't know, who is full of AIDS, and beg him to breed you." He slapped my ass one last time and let his cock fall from my hole. So there I was, naked, on my hands and knees on a little padded bench, in a room filled with strangers, panting and covered in sweat, with a butt full of toxic high viral cum from a FULL BLOWN AIDS fucker. And I felt happy. And I wanted more . . .

Still in GC. I've been quite a sleaze wlist I've been here TBH. But hey . This is the place for bottoms I think. Lots of tops too. Anyway I had my eyes on two.older blokes who have been siting round the pool most of week. Quite chatty and they made it clear they are a couple etc. Couple of days into it. I dropped hints about being out and getting fucked etc. They kept looking st each other and back at me. I was horned up. These were proper blokes. Beards. Tats hairy older guys and one was packing big time and he was always touching himself. So after a few days. I wanted to have them both. Now at the side of the pool there are toilets and behind thst some steps and more toilets which don't look like they are used often.I could have gone to their room but I liked the excitement of it. I went fowe stairs to the toilets. 2 stones 2 stalls all tiled. Very dim lights and after a couple of minutes it goes dark and you have to repress the button etc. Both came down in just swimshorts. One at door one at stones. I just had swimshorts on. The lights went out and I felt the bloke grab me by the neck and forcefully pull me down to his cock and told me to suck it. Thick and sweaty balls. He was fucking my mouth in yhe dark toilet and really getting into it. So different from the jokes and smiles upstairs. I was a fag. Slur. Dirty fucking cunt the works. He shouted his mate over. He pressed the light button. I got to see them in the timed light for a couple of minutes. Anybody could have walked in. But I was excited. 2 hot daddies with the cock out in my mouth. Awesome. Lights out again. Verbal and pulling me about. Standing me up and one of them trying to fuck my bruised hole. He eventually slid up my arse. I was still sucking his mate and within seconds he cum up in me. Turned round to his mate and said Done Him. Finish it. His mate then slid up me and was being egged on by his mate and eventually cum up my arse and told me I was a dirty little fuck. Yhe light shone in from the for as they left. My arse was full. Seen them later and they ignored me. But I don't care. If was fucking hot.

Chapter 1. God, I am a bastard. I found myself at loose ends for the first time in my life. For the past twenty years, I lived and breathed the Marines. I joined fresh out of high school at 17, and had my twenty at 37. I wasn’t really sure I was going to leave the service, but that decision was largely taken away from me when I popped positive on an HIV test. The whys and hows of my conversion are a different story, though. Do you know how limiting being positive is to a military career? The short answer is very. They do not kick you out, but they really limit what you can do. So here I was at 37, retired with half pay and a whole lot of time, and every constant from my life removed. I had a lot of money in the bank (even with the low pay, 20 years of almost no expenses adds up), full military benefits, and an honorable discharge. I was so bored. When I couldn’t stand living in my own head anymore, I decided to go back and get a college degree. Really, that is where this story begins. I decided on Civil Engineering not because of any particular interest, but because the Department of Labor showed the highest 20-year growth in that field of all the engineering fields. I applied for, and was accepted at the University of Texas at Austin. Honestly, I think I was accepted solely because of my military service, but beggars can’t be choosers. At the freshman orientation, I was very uncomfortable. Here I was at 37, 20 years older than everyone around me. At this point I really started to question my decision, but fate intervened. Call it providence, call it fate, or call it luck, but I bumped into someone just a handful of years younger than me who was going back to finish his degree. He was a nice guy who showed me around campus (he lived in Austin) and gave me the info on living in Austin. He also offered to help me get up to speed on all the math I had never taken or just completely forgot. If I had not met him, the rest of this story would not be possible. Now I should say that I had not been sexually active since my diagnosis. Being in the military so long, I had long since gotten used to suppressing my sexual needs. I just took that energy and used it to improve my body (which was already in good shape), increasing my workouts until I was in the best shape of my life. That continued until after my first semester had started. Now I suppose I should describe myself, just to keep some of you interested. I am a nicely built 6’, around 220 lb of lean muscle. My coloring is pretty average, brown hair, blue eyes, a moderate amount of hair on my chest. I am a good looking guy, not great, but not ugly by any means. I still, to this day, wear a high and tight. One of my better features though is my cock. I was blessed with a thick, veiny cock, still intact, that while not gargantuan was a very nice 7.5” long, 6” around. Not the largest by any means, but quite respectable. Now my buddy, who I will call S, really helped me out when I started. He let me stay in his house for a couple months while I got my shit together, showed me around town, and helped me come out of my shell. It turned out he was gay as well. He was pretty open about it, but it took me longer to open up. 37 years in the closet will do that to you. He also convinced me to join some student organizations, just to round out my college experience. I am glad I found him, because I don’t think I could have made it without him. The first time it happened, I really felt ashamed of myself. I found myself at the Gregory Gym getting a late-night workout in after study tables when I caught a kid checking me out. I say kid, but he was probably around 20, but he just seemed so young to me. As I went through my routine, he kept looking up until I left the workout area. I headed in, showered quickly (a habit from the Marines I have since broken), and then headed to the steam room to relax. It is in the steam room it happened. I hadn’t been in there 5 minutes when the kid walks in. He was a handsome man with reddish blond hair, not built but not fat, with a smattering of chest hair and a trimmed goatee. He smiled at me and nodded, and I just nodded back. His next actions surprised me, though. After sitting for a few minutes, he started rubbing himself though his towel. Now at this point, I hadn’t had sex with anyone in over a year, so I went from limp to painfully erect in seconds. The lack of blood to my brain probably led to the rest of the nights actions, because rather than discouraging his behavior, as I should have, I started rubbing myself through my shorts. That was all it took. The next thing I know, he is exposed and stroking a hard, cut 6 incher. I followed suit, and before I knew it he was sucking me down his throat. At this point, what little rational thought I had left, and that leaving changed my life and probably his forever. I don’t know what came over me, but next thing I know I am standing behind him, one arm around his chest, the other around his cock, with my cock leaking a river of precum into the cleft of his ass. After a minute or two of this treatment, He was writhing and moaning, which only made me leak that much faster. Then he said three little words that would certainly change his life: "Please fuck me." I couldn’t have said no if I wanted to. I was so horned up, my only thought was getting off. I lubed him up with spit and precum and worked my cock into his bare ass. It was pure bliss. After giving him a minute or two of gentle fucking, I started to really pound into him. For over a year I had denied myself this, and I just couldn’t help myself. He had one hand braced against the wall, one hand stroking his dick, and was backing into me as if he just couldn’t get enough. His downfall, however, was when he came. I could feel his already tight ass clamp down on my cock and I quickly followed him over the edge. It felt like I shot a gallon of cum in his ass in what was probably the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. I kept myself in there for a couple of minutes while I recovered; only pulling out when he started stepping away. When I pulled out, a fat wad of cum followed, splatting on the floor and it was then my senses returned to me. I had just fucked him bare, came in his ass, and I was positive. It was quite distressing to me, and I quickly left the gym feeling enormously guilty. The part I felt worst about though was how much I enjoyed it. I liked the thought of my cum filling his ass, of him going back to his dorm or apartment and sleeping with a piece of me in him. I shouldn’t like it, I should be disgusted with it, but god help me I did. That is how it began.

I have come to enjoy wearing a butt plug while masturbating, and after I've taken a few loads, to keep them in me. I also like going out in public with one in me. It makes WalMart bearable

Education: 01 - A Long Introduction Part 1 He had been chatting with Mitch off and on for months through the apps and hook-up sites, but nothing had ever come of it. Andrew had shot his load to many of their conversations. He fantasized about grinding down against Mitch's hairy body and taking his raw cock. It seemed like Mitch wanted to meet. Their schedules just never allowed for it. Andrew was 24, 10 years younger than Mitch's profile said he was. Both were white with dark hair and eyes. While Andrew kept his pits furry and trimmed the hair around his cock, he was mostly smooth otherwise. Mitch on the other hand had thick full pits and a nice bush as well as a solid but not overwhelming blanket of hair across his chest, belly, and legs. And while Mitch also had an average length cock of about 6.5 to 7 inches, it looked thick and firm enough to make Andrew's hole twitch any time they talked. Andrew was also a slimmer guy – toned, not too skinny but not a jock by any means. He was sure a man like Mitch would make him feel great. Andrew had loved taking bareback since an older buddy of his in college insisted on fucking him raw when he was a freshman. He had always been the typical misguided suburban boy though, cautious about trying to only take dick from HIV neg guys. Mitch's positive status was one of the only things holding him back. He had not shared that hesitation though. Late one night, things changed. They chatted on Scruff about all of the things Andrew dreamed about: kissing a hot scruffy man, taking his big bro or dad's cock into his mouth and licking the shaft and head until he got to swallow a thick load of cum, burying his face into a sexy man's hairy chest, having his hole opened up by a wet tongue so that his top's rock hard cock can slide in. They had not talked about meeting up in a while, ever since Andrew clearly chickened out a month before. But the dirty talk grew heavier and heavier, more pictures were exchanged, and suddenly, to Andrew's surprise, Mitch sent him a short video. The video showed him blowing smoke on his bottom's hole, eating him out, and then sliding in his cock for a few good hard thrusts. And then Mitch asked Andrew if he would come over to his hotel room downtown. Much to both of their surprise, Andrew said yes. The talk over the last hour had made him cockhungry, and the video of Mitch rawdogging a hot hole that looked like it could have been Andrew's own pushed him over the edge. It was time to meet face to face. It took a while for Andrew to get ready, but eventually he headed downtown to meet Mitch. His heart was pounding. Mitch said that he'd have all the supplies needed: lube if spit wasn't enough, some toys, a selection of porn, poppers and Maximum Impact, cockrings if Andrew wanted to try, other things that he might want to try as well. Andrew's heart pounded as he spied his scruffy raw top waiting for him outside the hotel. He looked maybe 6 years older than his profile had said, but that didn't matter. Andrew was in lust at first sight. "Hey, I'm Mitch," he said, tossing down his cigarette and extending his hand. "Damn you're cute." Andrew shook it, shyly introduced himself, and followed him past the welcome desk and into the elevator. Mitch made small talk, seeing that his young prey was nervous. They walked through an open air courtyard and down a hall to the right, entering a room near the corner of the building. The room was dark, and much to Andrew's surprise, two other men were inside. "H-hi, I'm Andrew," he said, looking from the lean, muscular guy on his left to the fully nude bearish man that was lying on the bed. "I hope you don't mind," Mitch said, touching Andrew's ass through his jeans. "They've been here for a while and wanted to meet you too once I showed them your pics." Andrew nodded and smiled, clenching his butt in his soon-to-be breeder's hand. Mitch growled in approval and moved his hand to his waistline and then down into the young man's jeans. "Fuck, kid," he said, running his middle finger down Andrew's crack. "He's got on a jock, guys. Wanna show them, boy?" He was nervous, having not been told that this would be a group affair, but he spun around to face Mitch. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and kicked his shoes off to the side as he lowered the top of his jeans below the blue and white striped waistband of his jock. "Sexy boy," said the naked hairy man on the bed. He looked to be in his mid-30s, about the same age as Mitch. He also had dark hair, but he had a shaved head and a more body hair than anyone else in the room. He also had two tattoos on his arm: a phrase in a foreign language and a tribal-looking figure. He was the biggest of them all in terms of mass, but he wasn't overweight. Just large and solid. A man. Andrew could feel himself get rock hard in his jock as he stared into Mitch's eyes and let his new bearded acquaintance look him over from behind. "Mind if I do this?" Before Andrew could ask what, the man dove face first into his ass. As his tongue hit Andrew's tight hole, Mitch said, "That's RJ. Feel good?" Andrew nodded once more as RJ came up for air. "Fuck dude. His hole tastes amazing. Why don't you and Tony give this kid a hit while I loosen him up a bit more?" The boy opened his mouth to ask Mitch what he was talking about, but Mitch put a finger on his lips and gave him a deep kiss. Their tongues caressed each other as RJ's tongue began to lap at his hole once more. It circled the pucker, tracing around it before darting in and out and up and down in long, forceful strokes. After a moment, Mitch broke from the kiss and crossed the room to the bathroom. Andrew could hear rustling from the other room, the sounds of Mitch digging through his bag. The athletic stud who had been watching from a chair in the corner stood up and took Mitch's place in front of the young man. "I'm Tony," he said with a smile. He was by far the most attractive in the room. Tall and thin like Andrew but more toned. He clearly went to the gym a few times a week, enough to keep in shape but not to bulk up. "My hat matches your jock, I see," he commented, rubbing the Nasty Pig logo above Andrew's trapped wood. His fingers moved down to trace the length of his cock, and he leaned in for a brief kiss. "God damn you've got a great hole, Andrew," RJ said. He rose up, kneeling on the edge of the bed behind Andrew. Andrew could feel RJ's hairy chest graze his back through his thin t-shirt. He groaned softly as RJ's index finger ran over his wet hole. "Yeah, boy, you like that? Think you'd like this in there later?" he asked as he tapped what felt like a meaty cock against Andrew's left cheek. "It will definitely like you." "Make sure you save some of that for me too," Tony said to RJ. Then he looked to Andrew. He had gorgeous blue eyes. Everyone else in the room had dark hair and dark eyes, which made Tony's icy blue ones pop out even more. "I'm usually more of a bottom, but...you never know." "Hey, get him comfortable! I'm almost ready," Mitch called from inside the bathroom. Tony reached down and took Andrew's jeans the rest of the way off, folding them and setting them against the wall with his shoes. He then lifted the boy's t-shirt over his head, smiling at what Andrew thought was his chest but what was really RJ lubing up his dick in the background. RJ set the bottle of iD on the bed next him after his 7.5 inch uncut cock was nice and slick and leaned back onto the pillows. "Let's get on the bed," Tony whispered in the new kid's ear, pushing him back slightly and forcing Andrew to move onto it. RJ assisted from behind, pulling the younger bottom up so that he was half sitting on the man's right thigh. "Hello again," RJ said, tweaking Andrew's nipple with his right hand and positioning the head of his cock at the boy's hole with his other. As a naked Mitch reentered the room with two objects in his hand, Tony stripped off his athletic shorts to reveal his hung chubbing cock, adorned with a heavy black rubber cockring. Tony slid up onto the bed, positioning himself on the other side of Andrew and spreading his legs a bit. Mitch joined them last, straddling the others' legs to sit in front of the group. "So when I say go, start sucking in slowly," he instructed Andrew. Mitch raised the first of the objects to Andrew's lips, and he saw a glass pipe with a long stem and a bulb at one end that was loaded with a melted white/clear substance. Mitch then raised a blue torch up and lit the end of the pipe. The substance melted, and white smoke swirled around in the bulb. "Ok, you can start," the boy's teacher said. Mitch slowly turned the pipe back and forth as Andrew inhaled. The young man only half knew what he was participating in, having read stories online and seen a handful of brief videos of this on a random gay porn tumblr page. His eyes darted from the smokey end and up to the man who he wanted so badly inside him. When he had taken as deep a breath he could, he raised his hand slightly, and Mitch pulled the pipe away. "Now exhale," he instructed. "No need to hold it in. Just breathe out slowly." And so Andrew did. "If you give me a kiss, you can have another." Finally he could be back in his originally intended top's arms! Not that he was complaining about the other two men taking care of him. Andrew leaned up toward Mitch, but Mitch stopped him from getting too close, taking his free hand and pinching the boy's nipple. His eyes moved downward to his hard dick, back up to the boy, and then back to his cock. "I meant kiss that." The younger man leaned forward on the bed and softly licked the head of Mitch's penis. He eagerly scooped up a pearl of precum that appeared on its tip and looked back up to his top. From behind, he could feel RJ's thumb work its way into his wet, hungry hole. "Mm, yeah, that's a hot warm hole. Nice and tight," RJ said with a smile. Tony licked his lips as he played with his own cock and hole, his eyes never leaving Andrew's ass. "I get in there first," Mitch said with a glance over to RJ and then to the large TV where Blue Bailey was getting fucked by a gang of men. "Of course," RJ agreed. "Just getting him ready." Having done what was requested of him, he sat back toward RJ again, which inadvertently forced RJ's finger deeper within him. Again, he wasn't complaining. He had never had the desire to party in the past, but now that his new friends were introducing him to it, he could understand the appeal. Even that first mediocre hit was having him crave cum. The pipe was raised to his lips once more and then again and again. After four increasingly large hits, Mitch took one for himself and then handed the pipe to Tony to use. Mitch leaned in closer to the hungry bottom and kissed him deeply. Andrew leaned back onto RJ, half sliding off the bearish man and on to the pillow between RJ and Tony as Tony lit up. RJ tweaked Andrew's nipples, causing him to moan through the kiss, and then he lowered his hand to Tony's waiting hole. "Fuck yes, let's get these bottom sluts twisted," RJ said to Mitch as he removed his finger so that Mitch could line his hefty cock up to Andrew's slick hole. He pressed the head of his cock against the boy's pucker and slowly pressed in. He could tell the kid was fucked up by the way his hole sucked at his cock. He continued in slowly, feeling each ring contract and release against his shaft, pulling him further and further along. "You like that? This okay?" he asked. "Yes sir," Andrew said, moving his hips downward in a sudden movement to take the rest in quickly. Once it was as far as he could take it in that thrust, he squeezed his hole on the cock inside him. "Oh god damn that feels good," Mitch groaned. He pulled out slowly and pushed in with more speed, going deeper this time than before. "You have an amazing hole. I bet you get told that all the time." "I have been before, yeah. Your cock feels great inside me too," Andrew half whispered and half moaned back. He bucked his hips, sliding up and down on Mitch's raw pole a few times before sliding off RJ, who had shifted to the boy's right a bit so that he could have fun with Tony. RJ took a hit of poppers and slid out from under Andrew entirely. He positioned himself between Tony's legs so that Tony and Andrew were side-by-side on their backs, and he plunged into Tony's eager hole. Once his cock was balls deep, RJ leaned over and fed poppers to Tony and Andrew as well. All four men were flying. The two tops worked in and out of their bottoms, picking up speed and slowing down as they felt themselves getting closer and closer to cumming. Andrew propped himself up on a pillow as Mitch worked in and out of his hole so that he could see the cock penetrating him. His angle wasn't the best, but he could see the root and bush grinding into his legs. "I have to go out to take care of some things quickly," Mitch said, leaning in to Andrew, "but I'll be back shortly." He started to pull out, but Andrew wrapped his legs around his to keep him inside. "Will you breed me first, sir?" he asked. "I'll keep it in me until you get back so that you can add some more." "Woof," Tony growled. "He's a cumpig too." "Oh, I knew that," Mitch said slyly, picking up his pace again. "I'll breed you, boy. I'll fill your hole nice and good. And then I'll fill you up with an even bigger one when I get back." "Fuck yes, sir," Andrew said. The thick veiny rawdick in his hole felt so amazing. He swayed his hips side to side, working his hole up even wider as Mitch's meat thrust in and out. "I want your cum deep inside me. Please, sir." "Mm, always hot watching a daddy fuck his boy," RJ said, bottoming out in Tony's hole again. Both of their eyes were on the fresh meat that was about to take their friend's load. "Hotter still when his bro and uncle get to watch." "Hot!" Andrew moaned at the roleplay talk. "You like that, eh? Take your dad's big raw cock, you bareback pig," RJ continued. "Oh god, here it–" Before Mitch could finish the sentence, Andrew pulled him in as deep as he could and clenched down on the dick inside him. He milked it with his open hole, feeling it pulse within him each time he tightened and held onto it. "Fuck," the spent top moaned. "That felt so fucking good, boy. You like dirty talk like that?" Andrew nodded. "You like taking your daddy's seed?" "Yes sir," his boy said. "Good pig," Mitch replied. He leaned over to the nightstand on the side of the bed and lifted a small bag up. "God damn, I'm still cumming. I didn't think I would that much, not yet." "He'd already put one inside me shortly before you got here," Tony explained, leaning over to give Andrew a kiss. RJ once more started to move in and out of his muscular bottom, this time going faster and faster until gangbang porn playing on the screen opposite of the bed was drowned out by his moaning and the slapping sounds of his body against Tony's. Mitch slowly slid out of Andrew's cum-filled hole, replacing his cock with a short but fat butt plug. "That's to keep my cum in, but you can take it out if you need to. Or if one of them wants inside you." "You felt so good," Andrew said softly as he shut his eyes, squeezing his hole and making it suck on the plug. "There's much more where that came from when I get back." Mitch quickly hopped off the bed, picked up a towel that was in a heap on the ground next to them, and wiped the sweat from his body. "RJ, I'll be back soon. I've got to go two places nearby," he told his friends. "Take care of him." His buds nodded as he rushed to get dressed, pick up a backpack, and head to the door. "Feeling good?" Mitch asked. "Mm, yes sir," the cumpig bottom boy responded. "I just want more." "Well, you heard him, guys," he said to RJ and Tony. "Looks like nephew wants uncle and his big bro in him too."

Boy Wanted I was driving home from the baths. It was early Sunday morning. I had gone to the Crew Club Saturday night, as it seemed the best time to find lots of men there. And I had found some men. But they were really not kind of the men I needed. I guess I had been fucked by five or six guys, but only one gave me a load to carry home, so I was pissed. Pissed and disappointed. I had expected to find lots of horny men and have a great time, and come home loaded. There were lots of men there. And some of them would take me back to their room, and we’d make out and things would be going great, and then the man would pull out a rubber and roll it on before fucking my ass. I needed to be fucked and really used, all the way to taking the man’s load. At the end I finally found one man, really too old and not my type at all, but he did fuck me raw, and I was carrying his load home in my ass. What good is it to be Poz, if no one will fuck you and give you a load? I got home as the sun began to come up. I ate a little cereal and then went to bed and fell asleep dreaming of the kind of man I wanted to find. I was not undesirable; I thought I looked good for thirty years old. I had my brown hair cut in the most recent fad, bare at the side and longer on top. I had a light brown beard. I went to the gym regularly and worked out almost every day. I thought I’d hit it off well at the club. But to some I was too old and to others too young. I woke about 4 PM and had more cereal and read the paper, and then I went online. After I’d caught up on my regular stuff I went to the gay places, to see if anyone was available on Sunday night. I might have another chance before I went to work Monday morning. One thing caught my attention. It was an ad on one of the gay sites. It was very simple. “Boy Wanted. Must be 20-40, Poz. Contact RawTopDad” I recognized the Dad; he’d posted several times, often with pictures. It sounded so simple, so I thought “Why not?” And I posted a quick email, thinking I’d probably hear back in a couple days. I was reading through the sites when I got a response. It was a phone number to call, so I called. I had a nice short chat with the man, Jerry. He was not looking for a slave, he wanted a Boy. There was no pay, but a free place to live and all the food I needed. It was interesting. There was one qualification; I had to be on trial for one week. He wanted me to come over as soon as I could. So I called work and left a message that I would be off this coming week, taking one of my vacation breaks. Then I cleaned out and headed over. I packed a small bag, but it turned out I didn’t need it at all. When I got to his house, Jerry met me at the door. He invited me in and had me sit at the dining room table so we could talk. He had a nice place, very clean, the sort of place you’d imagine your parents would have. It had a certain air to it, a scent. It smelled like some places I’d been for drinks, like people had been smoking, but it was not stinky. It just had a scent like musk cologne. Jerry was very professional and to the point. He was dressed in jeans and a sport shirt, and had on shoes with no socks. He looked to be about 60 years old, gray white hair and full beard. He looked like a man that could stand to lose weight, but not too heavy. I was pleased that I had decided to wear my slim jeans and a tank top and sandals. Jerry said that he was looking for a boy to be his Boy, but not a slave. If I were to be accepted, I would be having sex often. It would be raw sex, and it would often be with him and other men. It sounded interesting. I told Jerry that I was mainly a bottom and liked to take loads, and he was pleased to hear that. I also told him I was free this coming week, and would be happy to be his Boy for a week. Jerry said it sounded good, so he would take me on a trial week. The first thing he needed to do was to get me ready. So I put my bag down in the bedroom and stripped for him, so he could have a look at me. He asked me if I minded being shaved, and I asked where he was going to shave, and he said mainly the balls and ass. No one would see that, so I said OK. He had me lie on the bed and he went to work with a barber’s shears and then a razor and shaving cream. I had never had anyone even ask about shaving, so it was interesting. I have to confess that having a man holding my dick while shaving around it was stimulating, but he didn’t seem to mind. He shaved my balls and then had me bend over and very carefully shaved my ass. Once he had me rid of all hair except for my bush, it was shower time. He showed me the shower and the cleaning hose and said shower and clean out. So I did. While I was in the shower I was surprised that he joined me. He had me put my hands against the wall and he inspected my ass, and again he surprised me by sticking his cock up my ass. I’d just cleaned my ass out, so it was open and wet, and he could slide home easily. He pulled out and looked at his dick and it was clean and wet, so he said I was obviously ready. We both got out and dried off. Jerry said to meet him in the bedroom and left the bathroom to get ready. When I came out, dry, naked and lubed up, Jerry was sitting on a chair, and his cock was erect and ready to go. He said “Have a seat!” and motioned for me to come to him and sit down. He was already on the chair, so there was only one way to sit on his lap, facing him, the way I liked to. I was still pretty open from the bath and I’d already had his cock up my ass, but it was still an experiment to get on him. He has a big head on his cock, and it’s thick. It’s not that long, but I was having a problem, till he popped me open. Then I sat down in his lap. I was taller than him in this position, so as I got accustomed to the feel of the cock in my ass, he began to kiss and suck my nips. This really turns me on, so I began to rise and fall and fuck myself on his cock, and he assisted me with his hands. I really like that position, but Jerry just wanted us to get started right. He then lifted me up and laid me on the bed on my back, and began to kiss me. Now I knew what the aroma of the place was; I could taste “cigar” on his lips and mustache, so he must have smoked one before my arrival. Didn’t matter to me; I was using my tongue as much as I could and had my hands in his hair, stroking his beard and working his nips. After a short time, he stood at the edge of the bed and pulled me to him, inserted his cock in my ass and put my legs on his shoulders, and held me in place with his hands on my hips. “I’m sorry this will be so quick, but I reach a point where I have to get my rocks off,” he said. And he began to fuck me very heavily and strongly. He was not kidding; his dick felt like it was getting bigger and thicker and hotter and then he cried out a big “FUCK!” as he blew his load in my hole. It was an intense feeling; like my insides were getting filled with ropes of cum. He never stopped fucking me after he blew, but I could tell his cock was beginning to fade a little. Finally, he stopped and we shared a big kiss. I had wrapped my legs around his hips and held him tight. “This is not the end; we’re just getting started,” he said. Jerry had me stand on the floor and bend over the bed, and he was right back in me again, and we started fuck #2. I’d never had a man go from #1 to #2 so quickly. He was working my nips and balls and dick, whatever he could get his hands on. I was just holding on to the bed, afraid he was going to knock me down on it. It took a while, but eventually I felt his cock grow again and get hotter, and finally spew. Then he began to slow down and finally fell out, and I spun around and went down to suck off any lingering cum. I got up and snowballed a little of it as we kissed. We laid down on the bed then and rested and were able to talk a little. Jerry said he’d been looking forward to having a Boy like me, and I was pleased to hear that. I told him I couldn’t get fucked as much as I wanted, especially raw, and he said that would not be a problem during the time I was with him. After a break to take a piss, we laid down on the bed and got ready for the night. Jerry said he had to get up in the morning early. I would be free to do what I pleased during the day. He asked that I stay naked as often as possible, only wearing a harness. He said that I should keep a pair of shorts by the door, in case it had to be answered, but otherwise I should get used to being naked in the house. That sounded good to me. I wouldn’t need the clothes I brought with me. As we got ready for sleep, we had a lover’s fuck, side by side, nothing exciting, but I was enjoying being with a real man for a week. After he planted his third load, we fell asleep, and I still had his cock in my ass. I was awakened about 2 AM by Jerry coming back to bed from the bathroom. I was surprised that he rolled me over and got on top of me and inserted his dick and gave me a good, solid fuck before he went back to sleep again. Four fucks in one night, each with a good load. Man, I had hit the jackpot! Monday When I woke the next morning, I was in bed, alone. It was about 7 AM. Jerry had gone to work and the house was empty. As Jerry had said, I had the house to myself. I made myself breakfast and then went back to the bedroom to see what I could do there. I was surprised to find the sheets all spotty with cum, and it had to have leaked out of my ass during the night. So the sheets and the mattress pad went in the washer first thing. Then I showered and made sure I was clean. I went through the house and looked for things to do, and didn’t find much. I could wash a few clothes, but I set them aside for later in the week. I did a workout similar to what I would have done in the gym, read the paper and watched TV. I made a small lunch. About 4 PM I got in the shower and cleaned myself out to be ready for Jerry. He had told me to be sure to get out a cigar and have it ready for him when he got home. He said that when he came in the door I should give him the cigar and light it for him, and then unzip his pants and suck him up. Then I could bend over the chair or where ever Jerry told me, so I would be ready to fuck. At 5 PM I was by the door ready when Jerry came in. He was glad to see me and greeted me with a kiss. He accepted the cigar I had ready and I gave him a light, and then I got down on my knees and unzipped his pants and pulled his undies out of the way, and got his cock out. As I began to suck, he was puffing away on his cigar. Soon the room was filled with clouds of smoke, and he was ready to fuck. He bent me over the big sidearm of the chair and blew smoke in my ass, kissed it and rimmed me good, and got me to the point of almost begging him to fuck me. Then he stood up, centered his cock on my hole, and pressed home. When I could feel his balls against me, I was ready for a good, hard fuck, and that was just what I got. True to his word, it was short and heavy fuck. I was really enjoying it and loving every thrust, when I heard a strange voice say “Wow, you got a hot one!” I turned my head and saw we had been joined by another man, in a full suit. “This is my partner Jeff,” Jerry said. “After I get done with you, you can get him a cigar and give him a turn.” Then he burst out a loud “FUCK!” and planted his load. He wound down slowly and finally slipped out. “OK Boy, go get Jeff a cigar!” Jerry said, and I ran off to the humidor. I came back to the front door with another cigar, and gave Jeff a light. As he puffed the cigar to life, I unzipped his pants and got his cock out, and began sucking him up. As soon as he was good and stiff, I turned around and presented my ass to him. He had no problem lining up and getting into me, as I was well lubricated with Jerry’s cum. Now Jerry has a thick cock, and Jeff is thinner, but longer, so he was hitting new spots in my hole. By this time Jerry had shed his clothes, and he returned and stuck his cock in my mouth, so I was getting spit roasted. His cock tasted good, a mix of his cum and my ass juices. Jeff takes a while to cum, so he fucked me well, until he finally blew his load. Then while he took his clothes off, Jerry got back in me and gave me another good ride and load. After that he said we needed to relax and have supper. We were all nude by this time, but I was wearing my harness, as instructed. I had prepared a supper, so we all sat down and had our meal. I was the cook and waiter, and eventually the dish washer. After we had all eaten, both men asked for another cigar, so I was off to the humidor again, and gave both of them a light. After they had sat and read the paper and rested, Jerry suggested we go downstairs and visit the playroom. I had been all over the first floor, but hadn’t opened the basement door. I was surprised to find the basement was a well-appointed adult playroom. There was a leather sling, fuck horse, fuck table and a mattress on the floor. The mattress had a rubber sheet over it. There was a wall covered with every kind of dildo and sex toy imaginable. This was obviously a room that was often used. There were cans of Crisco and lots of paper towels, and several trash containers. But there were not any rubbers. All sex here was raw. “Take your pick!” Jerry said. I decided it would be fun to be ridden on the fuck horse, so I got on it. It fit well. I knelt on the knee supports and laid across the body of the horse, and put my hands on the handles. It was well padded. Jerry had to be first in my ass, and he opened one of the cans of Crisco and greased his cock and gave my ass a greasing, too. Then he easily slid home. Jeff got in front of the horse so I could suck him up. So again I was spit roasted. This was great. It had been a couple of hours, so Jerry took a while before he burst, and then I got to suck him up while Jeff took a turn. Jerry found a bottle of poppers and stuck them under my nose and let me get a nose full, so I relaxed and opened up for Jeff and enjoyed cleaning off Jerry’s cock. After Jeff finally blew, Jerry suggested I try the sling, so I got in it. The sling was nice, thick leather. The chains were padded at the bottom, so a large bottom wouldn’t have chain burns. They told me later that the pads were intended to be used on seat belts. They had the chains on springs, so there was plenty of bounce to the sling. I soon realized that they helped make the sling a pleasant, relaxing place for sex. I thought the head of the sling was down too low, but I was told that was so you could suck up the next top, and Jeff demonstrated as Jerry slid home in my ass. Jeff and Jerry took turns fucking me in the sling. After they had both cum again, they said it was my turn to cum. So they both greased up their hands and took turns on my cock, getting me right to the edge and then trading places, until I finally blew and they tried to catch the shots. What they didn’t catch they wiped up and fed me. When I got out and was getting used to standing up again, we all shared kissing for a while, until we realized how late it had gotten and headed up to bed. I discovered that Jerry has a king size bed for he and Jeff to share, and now it was for three of us, with me in the middle. Jeff is up even earlier than Jerry, so we said good night and quickly fell asleep. I was trying to count loads, and I came up with at least seven loads; pretty good for one day. But then about 2 AM Jerry came back from the bathroom and got on me again, so it was eight. But we had awakened Jeff, so he got on me, and that made nine. Needless to say, I slept well that night. Tuesday I had learned well the day previous, so when I went to bed I had put a silicone plug in my ass. Jerry removed it to fuck me, and he was followed by Jeff. Then I had put it back and gone back to sleep. So I didn’t have to wash the sheets on Tuesday. I did the same as on Monday, simple breakfast, gym routine, read the paper, watched TV. At 4 I took another shower and cleaned out well, and at 5 we had the same routine as they came home. So I had three loads before supper. I could see this was going to become routine. After supper we were relaxing when there was a knock at the door. Jerry opened it carefully, staying behind the door, and let Marshall in. Marshall was in full leather, boots, leather pants, shirt, and coat. He gave the coat to Jerry to hang and came over to admire me. “Nice Boy you got yourselves here; are you sharing him tonight?” Marshall asked. “Sure” Jerry said, “You can do to him whatever you please, but no marks.” I was kind of concerned to hear that. “Great!” Marshall replied, and he began to shuck his boots, pants and shirt. He had on a leather jockstrap that I admired silently, and he removed that to reveal a long dick and a big PA ring, along with lots of other piercings. “Ever had one of these in your ass?” he asked me. “Never have, but I’m sure I will” I responded. “You are quite correct!” Marshall said. “Shall we get started?” he asked. “I think we should go down to the playroom” Jerry said. So we all went downstairs. “First thing you need to suck my dick” Marshall said, so I got on the mattress, on my knees, as he stood on the floor. Now getting that big a ring in my mouth was not easy, and I still had to suck the cock. I was practically swallowing the ring as he got stiff. It was really too much for me, and I think he knew that. “How about I take the ring off so you can suck me better?” “Yeah, please.” Then I could easily suck him up. “OK, into the sling” said Marshall, so I got in as he put the ring back in place. I was glad to see he used the Crisco on his cock, and the ring, and my ass. Getting the hardware in place took a bit. Jerry and Jeff had fired up cigars and were smoking as they watched me, to see how I handled the situation. Once Marshall got the ring in my hole, then he could easily fuck me. It was interesting to feel the ring in my ass as he fucked me. It was definitely different. Marshall takes a long time to cum, so he fucked me for what seemed like 20-25 minutes, and then said it was time for Jerry and Jeff, both of whom were pleased to take his place. As usual, Jerry went first, and then Jeff. Their cum and the pounding fucks made it easier for Marshall to get his cock and ring in and to finally blow his wad. By this time, I was a pool of sweat, so they let me out of the sling and let me lie on the mattress for a time. I was surprised that Marshall was next in the sling, but Jerry and Jeff took it as usual. They both greased up their hands and arms, and then turned their attention to Marshall, and greased up his ass. Jerry and Jeff both fucked Marshall, but neither of them blew in his ass; they were just getting him opened up enough to be able to take their fists. Both of them fisted him; Jerry didn’t last too long, but Jeff really dug in deep and took a while. As Jeff was taking his time fisting Marshall, Jerry cleaned off his hands and got another cigar and lit it, and he gave one to me. He told me that as long as I was going to be living in the mist of cigar smoke, I might as well learn to smoke one. He showed me how to clip the end and draw slightly on it, and how to light the cigar and suck smoke through it. You sip it like a soda, and you don’t inhale it, you just savor it in your mouth and then expel it slowly. I had to cough from it at the start, as I was getting used to it. Jerry explained that some men smoke a cigar like a cigarette, inhaling it, and that takes strong lungs. Many cigars are quite strong, so it is best to just sip it gently, and savor it slowly. Once I got the hang of it, I was doing well. While I smoked, Jerry greased up his hand and my dick, and slowly got me to blow, but this time he made sure to have his mouth over my cock when I blew, and he snowballed the cum and shared it with me as we kissed. Jeff finally wore Marshall out and got his rocks off fisting him, so he got out of the sling and rested on the fuck horse for a minute, and then we all went upstairs and showered. There were four of us in there at one time, so there was a lot of fun play, but we did get the Crisco cleaned off hands, dicks and asses. Then Marshall got dressed and said goodnight and were alone and ready for bed. I was surprised to get the 2 AM fuck from Jerry after all we had been through, and Jeff followed suit. So how many loads was that? I was too tired to count. I put the plug back in my ass and fell back asleep. Wednesday The day began as usual. I woke to an empty house. I had the usual breakfast and lunch, and did the usual gym routine. I read the paper and washed clothes. Only unusual thing this day was that I tried a cigar in the afternoon; I enjoyed it more than I expected. At four I took a shower and got ready. They came home at 5 and I was fucked as I expected. Only change was that I got to smoke a cigar while I was being fucked, just like the other two men. I discovered the cigar was similar in effect to the poppers; it relaxed me and let me open up to the fucking. After supper we retired to the living room to read and relax. I was told that on Wednesday there is no sex scheduled; it was our day off to rest and enjoy ourselves. We all smoked cigars as we rested and read and watched TV. Then we went to bed. However, we did have our usual middle of the night fucking, so I got used a bit; certainly more than I would have enjoyed at home. Thursday Thursday afternoon began at 5 with the usual fucks. Then we had supper. After supper there was a knock, and Jeff answered the door, standing behind it, so he was not seen. It was Jim and Don, two friends that came over to play. Jim and Don looked me over and gave their approval. Jim was the Top and Don the bottom, but they both were admiring my ass, so I bet that Don did occasionally top. After some chat, we adjourned to the playroom, Jim and Don having removed their clothes before they went down. This night was interesting, as there were too many men. Jerry insisted on being first in me, so that was quick and refreshing, and then it was Don’s turn. Don has a huge cock; he calls it a horse cock. It’s not nearly that big, but it is big and thick, and he knows how to use it to wear a bottom’s ass out. It’s a good thing the sling had springs on the chains, as he was really hitting me hard, and at times he took the sling back and up with aggressive fucks. I did get to see Jeff and Jerry using Don in the background on occasion, but not often enough. I had more than enough to deal with being Don’s bottom. I’m sure if Don had a PA like Marshall did, my ass would have been bloody from the rough fucking. But he did finally blow his wad, and then he let me get out of the sling to collapse on the mattress. Jim was being fucked on the horse, but when I vacated the sling, he got in and Jeff and Jerry both gave him loads. When they were done, we all ended up on the mattress, tired and happy. Jim asked me if I ever fucked, and I told him I had in the past, but I much more enjoyed bottoming. He asked me if I could fuck him, and I had not blown yet, so I thought I could. He got on the horse while the others were talking on the mattress, and after he had sucked me up, I slid home on several loads of thick cum. It was good being able to fuck a man that had cum in his ass; it makes the best lube. He was an easy fuck, but I think the best thing was that I got my rocks off in an ass that night. After I blew, Jeff and Jerry wanted him again, and Don was after me, so I was back in the sling and Jim was fucked on the horse. Luckily this second round was not as long as the first, or as rough. We were all glad to be done. This time we took turns in the shower, Jim and Don first, and then the three of us. By the time we were clean, they were dressed and ready to leave. So we all kissed everyone goodbye and they left and we went to bed. I found it hard to believe that Jerry was on me again at 2, followed by Jeff, but I just thought it was becoming routine now. How many loads was that? I couldn’t begin to count. The plug went back in my ass and I fell quickly asleep again. Friday I woke to an empty house again. At least I didn’t have to wash the sheets, but I was getting tired of the butt plug. Luckily I had brought a set of three, and had moved up to the middle size one after Don wore my ass out last night. I had the usual breakfast and lunch, workout and reading. At 4 I got ready for the men to come home and at 5 I got fucked after bringing them cigars and again got to enjoy smoking one while I got fucked. I was told that after supper we were having company, more than the night before. Shortly after supper, we had a knock on the door and three men came in. At least this time we would have even couples. Two of the men came in smoking their own cigars, so I knew we were in for some smoky fun this evening. The smokers were Alex and Steve; the non-smoker was Mark. They all had to have a look at me, as they shed their clothes. Alex and Steve were Tops, and Mark was a Bottom. When we all were naked, we headed down to the playroom. This time it was Alex and Steve on me and Jeff and Jerry got Mark. Mark selected the horse, so I was in the sling again. I sucked Alex and Steve up, and they took turns fucking me for a while, one getting sucked while the other fucked. I think they were partners with Mark, but that was never made clear. They seemed to be trying to outdo each other on me. I thought Don had been a strong Top, but here were two men trying their best to prove which was the better Top. I was in heaven, happy to be their bottom. After Steve and Alex had blown in me, I was released from the sling. I saw that Mark had been well used by Jerry and Jeff. So we traded places, Mark in the sling and I on the horse. Jeff and Jerry seemed to be tired, but they both fucked me well while the two worked over their boy. When we were released again, we all rested while the men fired up their cigars. Mark said I looked like a great bottom, and I said he must be doing all the right things as well. Then he surprised me by asking if he could fuck me. I didn’t think he would ever want to, but I said sure, and I got on the horse and sucked him up. He greased up his little cock and put it in me. I was so full of cum that I doubted he could even know he was fucking me, but he tried his best, and I guess he did eventually cum. I had so much cum in my ass I couldn’t tell. The men had realized we were up, and they decided it was time for round #2, so I was put on the horse for Steve and Alex, and Mark was in the sling for Jeff and Jerry. Again the two men were rough and trying to outdo each other, but we’d all had our fun, and this was just for the last time, so they eventually wore down and finally planted their final loads. This time we showered in couples, Alex and Steve, Mark and myself, and then Jeff and Jerry. By the time we were all done, they were dressed and ready to leave. We kissed them all goodbye and hit the sheets. I found it difficult to believe Jerry could be on me after all the fucking we had been through this night, but at 2 AM he gave me a load, followed by Jeff. I put the medium butt plug back in, and thought I’d be ready for the large one tomorrow night. Saturday This day we all awoke about the same time, in the same bed. After some preliminary kissing and making out, my butt plug was removed and Jerry and Jeff had the first fuck of the morning, followed by both of them sucking me off, and the three of us snowballing it around. Then we all had to shower, and I decided it was time to wash the sheets and mattress pad. While I did that, Jeff and Jerry had to clean up the playroom and get it ready for tonight. Tonight we were hosting the regular monthly bareback party. This had been planned long before I was part of the group. We had a light lunch and supper, and at 8 PM the crowd began to appear. They had invited 30 men, so 15 showed up, the usual for a gay event. This time I didn’t get all the names. I just learned who were the Tops and who were the bottoms, and how to stay away from the more aggressive types. Every spot in the basement was used, and the upstairs rooms, too. It was like we had fucking going on all over the place, a real orgy. And all of it was raw fucking, of course. Now I was the new person in this show, so I was the favored person to be fucked by every top. Shortly after we began I was selected and told to get in the sling. Then I was fucked relentlessly by every Top that wanted me at that time. I think I was in the sling for over an hour. I lost count of the number of men that fucked me and the number of loads I took. When I finally got out, I had cum running down the back of my legs. I couldn’t close my ass from all the fucking I had endured. I laid down on the mattress and inserted the largest plug I had, and found it barely fit. But at least for right now, I was keeping the loads I had in place. As I was lying there, I was joined by one of the bottoms from the event. He told me that several were going to gang up on one of the Tops and get him to bottom for them. I told him more power to them, I’ll join in, but not right at this moment. So in about ten minutes we heard the ruckus as one Top was put into the sling, and several lined up to get in him. There was a discussion about who had the biggest cock, and it turned out to be me. Now this Top was obviously at least occasionally versatile, as once he got in the sling, he was ready for some action. So I greased up and got to be #1 in the line to fuck the Top. It didn’t take long for me to penetrate him, and shortly I was enjoying the first fuck this Top had had in a while. His ass was tight and I enjoyed him, and it was obvious that I was not going to last too long. So I made a big show of planting my load when I blew. I was quickly followed by two other bottoms, and we gave the Top three loads. After that I went back to my mattress. Eventually everyone tired out, and it became a group of eight, and then six, and I took the last load of the evening. Then just the three of us were left to clean up. I was exhausted, so I did as little as I could, and then fell into bed. For the first time in a week, we slept the night through. Sunday We woke in the same bed, just like the day before. This day began a little differently. We each used the bathroom to piss and returned to bed and we all went back to sleep for a little while. Then we felt more like fucking. I pulled out the big plug and let Jerry have my abused ass, and he was rather tender for a change, as was Jeff. Then I got to clean up and make us a big breakfast, and we all sat and rested for a time. Then Jeff brought in three cigars, and we had a good time just smoking and chatting and being friends. Eventually it was time for lunch, but we let that go by and settled for a brunch lunch about suppertime. Jerry lit up a cigar and gave me and Jeff one each, and we all got to hear his review of my work as his Boy. He said that I took all the Tops well and did some good topping when I had to. So he was very pleased, and proud to say that if I was willing to stay, he would be happy to have me as his (and Jeff’s) Boy. I told them I was happy to hear this, and I surely did enjoy the sex I had and would enjoy in the future. I needed to let my employer know, which would take some time, and I had to get out of an apartment lease, which would take some time, and I had a lot of stuff that would need to find a place. So it wasn’t as easy as it seemed, but it was possible. I told them I would need some time to think it through and figure it all out. But until that time, I hoped I would be able to have them fuck me as often as possible. They agreed and when we finished our cigars, we had a long and exciting goodbye fuck, with the hope that soon it would be a regular everyday fuck. Jerry Prince RawTopDad

Definitely not just you! I have asked myself that very thing many times. Why do I love checking out guys asses when I'm such a bottom? Well, they are great to look at, and I do my fair share of crotch watching, too. It has made me wonder just how versatile I could get. I know that I would love to bury my face in some of the sexy beefy asses I've seen, even if I'm not going to fuck it. Bottom line, men's bulges front and back were just made to be admired. That's what I tell myself, anyway.

Part 12 As the world went dark, I opened my eyes again and saw a bright room, very quiet. I felt no pain and thought I was dead. I heard footsteps and saw a shape walking toward me. My hopes faded quickly when I saw the demonic face again. This was not the one from the doctor’s office. This was the one from last night, the one who did this to me. The one who… “Hello again Joey. I’ve watched over you the last 24 hours and am very impressed.” I saw the hash marks on his chest, still at 99. The voice was familiar, but I still couldn’t place it. I tried to scream, to yell, to hurl anger at him. But I found I sill could not speak. In fact, now I couldn’t even open my mouth. “Now is not a time for you to speak. It is a time for you to listen. I know you have been told about the Brotherhood and how you are being brought into it. Do you understand that part of it?” I nodded my head. “Say with your mind what you understand.” I looked at him, confused. I said in my head, hearing the words outside my head. “I am being made into a cumdump who will take any load. I’m being groomed to be a carrier of HIV. The seed of…” He nodded and smiled. “That’s a good amount of knowledge so quickly. I see that my two sons are teaching you well.” “Your two sons? Sir and Brother… the other Sir?” “Very good Joey, you are much brighter then I expected considering your lineage. You learn lessons rather quickly, including not using names of those above you. In as much the same way as they do not use my name nor I my Father’s name.” “My lineage? What do you mean?” He chuckled, “Too many questions, are you sure you’re ready to hear the answers?” “I, think so.” “If you only think you are, then you are not. When the questions you ask are answered, your whole existence will be changed. I will visit you again in four days time. I will visit you in your reality and at that time, you will receive your answers.” “Why not now?” A searing pain shot through me. “You are not ready my…Boy. Things will reveal themselves in their right times.” “Now, I will return you to your trials. I see a long and painful night ahead of you.” He walked toward me, lifted me gently by the chin. I looked into his eyes and lost myself as he leaned down and gently touched his lips to mine. The pleasure of his lips was all too short as I came back to my body, feeling an intense burning sensation. At first I thought it was the cock in my ass dumping another load. However, there was a new face above me, driving a dick deep in my ass. I was finally able to identify the burning as it was coming from my chest. I looked down and saw the man burning me with his cigar. “Well, there you are. I was beginning to think we had killed you. You’ve taken more than any boy we’ve used before. At least the ones who survived it.” I saw welts and burn marks, bruises and scrapes all down my body. I looked at the face of the man and saw at least a sense of humanity in him. I mouthed, “How long?” “How long have we been raping you?” I nodded. “We’re going into our 3rd hour. We’ve all been in you and all dumped in you at least once. I’m on fuck 3, but only working to load 2. For an unconscious bitch, you’ve stayed pretty tight.” I simply nodded my head. “Don’t worry about what you missed while passed out, it’s all being recorded. Every brutal rape, every toxic load dumped in you. The whipping, the burning, the ball punching. Its all there for us to remember you by.” I looked at him and just nodded. Only then did I feel something different under me. To be more exact, I felt nothing under me. I tried turning my head to look, but my arms blocked my view. The man using my cunt noticed my movement and said, “You were out of it when we changed the room up. Just a sec.” My cunt had a never before felt pain as, without removing his dick, the man spun me over, facing what had been the bed earlier. Now only a few feet below me was a floor mirror, allowing me to watch as my cunt was pulled apart as he slowly pulled his cock out to the head and then slamming back into me. I watched cum splatter on the mirror as it fell from my cunt. He spun me back around, again keeping his dick in me. I met his eyes again, pain searing through me. “Did you like that pussy-boy? Like seeing your cute little butthole stretch into a gaping cunt? Seeing a man turn you out like that? Did you?” I stared at him and shook my head weakly. Then almost imperceptibly, I felt my head nod. “What was that boy? Did you just say you liked seeing that?” I nodded again. He leaned down, still pounding my cunt savagely, and whispered quietly into my ear, “Tell me why you like seeing that.” Knowing he couldn’t hear a word I said, I mouthed, “I’m your cunt.” He moved his head away from mine, looking me straight in the eyes and said, “I know you’re my cunt,” before lowering his face to mine and putting his mouth to mine in a gentle kiss. “Damn you boy, damn you to hell.” He slammed into me one last brutal time, deep past my inner ring and blew a load in me. I knew he was cumming from his groans and the spasms of his cock, but this load, as only one other, left no burning as he pumped it deep in me. “Another death load for you little Joey.” He lightly kissed me again, pulled out slowly and looked down at me. “I always get you bitches to cave.” He saw me tear up and started to laugh. “Bitch, you think I’d feel anything for you? You’ve let all my buddies ride your ass like it was the last cunt on earth. You’ve got, let’s see… 27 loads in you now. You’re only good as a breeding hole. Ain’t nobody gonna ever LOVE you, stupid cunt.” He called out, “Next,” as he walked over and shoved his dick in my mouth. I tasted cum, blood, and my ass as he fucked my throat. I felt another guy enter me and heard him say, “Tight hole still, ready up for my 3rd deposit bitch.” I watched above me, alternating between the man who broke me further as he sneered down at me, and in the mirror above seeing a skinny white guy, covered in tattoos, as he fucked my hole. The pain faded away as he shot and was replaced by another. Still in my mouth was my heart breaker. Really? Why did I think to call him that? How fucked up have I become that I’d feel heart broken by a guy who raped me 3 times, shot 2 loads in me and burned me with his cigar. As I moved my eyes, to look down at the burns, he redirected me back to watching him. “You look away when I tell you cunt. Not before.” I nodded in deference to him. He placed a padded bench that was the perfect height to balance my back and head on, and the perfect length to lay part of my back on. He unlatched my arms and let them slowly drop down to sit on my stomach. This made my weight shift as only my ankles and back were now supporting my weight. The guy fucking my liked the change and I felt the cock change angles, creating a new pain as it hit me differently. “Alright cunt, your Sir assured us you were fair game for anything. You ready for a new test of your pathetic existence?”

Fact of the matter is I enjoy every cock that splits my ass. I like cock and can't seem to get enough. So even a poorly executed fuck is better than no cock. But, for the tops who know what they are doing, who put some effort into their work, I am sure they know I am liking it. I become more verbal. I really start using my ass muscles to clinch on to that man meat. If he is fucking me hard, I rear back to slam that dick home even harder. I think those responses tell a top he is doing me a lot of fucking good. IT ain't the words....it is how you respond to his cocksmanship.

I work in a bar and do that ALL THE TIME! It's fun

Part 3 After a couple of hours, my Aids lover was still sleeping, but i wanted more sex. I was so fucking horny for the old discosting man,I wanted so bad his Aids babies in me again to make sure i got pregnangt by the old fart. I did not understand myself, but I could not Control myself. I wanted him so bad, the sex was so amzing, its like his discosting features make me even hornier. I try to Wake him up, kissing him all over his face and mouth, probing my tongue in his old mouth, but he pushed me away all the time. Please lets get United again, please, I begged. He then oppeed his eyes and spit in my open mouth. We start to kiss like crazy again, and he told me many sweet Things in my ear, like i was so handsome, so hot, i have an Incredible buble but, and he loved the fact that i wanted him so much. He wanted to reunited Our bodies in one by the sex whith no comdoms. He ordered me on my back holding my knees clouse to my ears, kissing me and spitting on me wille the union was made. he was saying to me that we was trully one persone, even he was the ugliest at the bar, and i the hottest, we was now been one, only one persone totally United by teh sex, and then he sudenlly came in me, telling me that he was gonna live in me forever. Right afer he came and i felt his cum in me i came again With out touching myself and my cum landed on my lips and eyes. he then went to the toilet saying when he come back he wnated me out of here, its understud? He told me that if i want to se him again, i can go to the bar nex Friday and seduce him right in front of everybody, or els i will never ever get his Dick again. I immediately went out all full of shame. I feelt used by the old troll. i was determinated to not meet him again ever. He was rude, ugly, old, wasted, full of Aids, i deserved much much better. But to be honest all week i was hard remembering him, i even felt like i was falling in love With the old Aids troll, me, such a handsome guy that always get the hottest dudes. What was happening to me, i culdent think about anything els than him, his old black Dick,his amazng way to fuck me, his eyes looking at me. Friday i was back at the bar, dressed the moust sexy way i could manage. I was so in shame, asking myself what if someone knew me, what if some of my friends se me With ths discosting old sick man. I almoust go back to the streat whem i so him on his way to the toilet followed again by the redhead. i followed to the toilets and there they were frenching like no tomorrow. I was so jealouse, i feel like i was mad in love with the old troll, I was afraid that he got his babies in the redhead and maybe didient wanted me after. I say hello, and the odl troll told me that i need to waith, that his freind mark wanted some Dick and they dissapaered in one cublicle frenching. I spy the sexual union, but the readhead cum very fast again, as fast as the old man has his black Dick in his ass, all bare. then again the shame overcomed him and he dissapaered from Our wiew. The old man make me blow his Dick to clean it up, and sudenlly sarted to piss in my mouth, and my Nice sweeter got weet from the piss i dident managed to drink. i looked at him and he was smillin, I was happy that i was making him happy. he then tuck his dick of my mouth and in his throuses and told me lets go Dance. I was so in shame, averybody was looking at us dancing, kissing, his hands all over me, i was feeling like i was so in love With him that i decided to ignore all the guys waching and give myself totally to the old aids troll. To be continued.

Part II I followed him fifty feet behind. I was saying to myself how I could consider such an old ugly troll as a sex partner. But I was all to horny to think Clear and my Dick wanted to have sex With the ugly old man like crazy. Yes I wanted it bad, even if it was dificult to acept it to myself. I was all the time rock hard. I followed him five Blocks and in all this time he dident look back at me to se if i was following him. That make me insecure and a bitt small. I even wanted him more. He stoped in front of an old building, smilled at me and open the door. I followed him and come in, He clouse the door and He gave me a botle of poppers and told me to sniff it, i did as he told me and when the russ come he French me like no tomorrow. It was like he has in his mouth all the saliva in the world. My mouth got totally full With his spit ad his tongue darted inside my mouth. After some minutes he separete his mouth from mine and told me that he knew that he make me horny. He then told me that when i live his apartment his DNA will be With me forever, he was determinated to make me AIDS pregnant and he knew i wated it bad. I wanted to kiss him more but he hold my hand and tuck me to his filthy Apartment. He gave me a beer and he got all naked showing a very thing and sick body but With the largest black Dick i ever seen. We make out on the sofa for long time. He told me how incedible hot i was and how much i deserved to get pregnant by him. He asked me if i wanted to be one With him, get totally United by the sex, become one persone not two. I nodded and followed him to his bed. He lay Down on his back and told me to ride him. I asked please to wear a comdom but he told me that i really dident want that. -Fuck yourselv With my old balck Dick, put it in Your hot bubble white butt. -Ohh fuckk its feel amazing. -Yes, u like the feeling of my old Dick bare, dont u? -Ohh fuck yessss is amazing -Put it all in, fuck yourself, fuck yourself til you get pregnat by me. -Oh fuckkk fuckkk is amazing. -We are one, we are totally United, look at my eyes wille u fuck yourself, yes thats it baby. -Oh fcukk ohh fuck i gonna cum, -Yes my AIDS babies are ll in Your hot body. Its not way back baby. U got m all inside U. I will live in U for ever. At that moment i feel it, he was cuming inside me. i press my ass to his Dick and Our eyes loked at that very moment. I come like crazy With out touching myself, We stay United a wille kissing and making out til we was ready for round two. My feelings were so mixed up. But it feel so right to have him inside me, even if he was so discoting the sex was the best i ever had. To be continued

Picture it. 2005. My spouse and I, 20 years of togetherness. Both of us are HIV neg. We bareback each other, and are generally monogamous except for when we play together (or on my occasional side trysts to the ABS or sex grounds at the local park). Anyhow, we were on vacation In Hawaii, specifically in Oahu. Vacation means, well, vacation. On the occasions I can get my usually-very-vanilla-husband to do anything different, vacation can be a good time, especially as we are both more relaxed when away from home. I’m definitely the kinkier, and likely the hornier of the two of us, so I had done my research. In the past when traveling we've visited sex clubs in New York, Prague, Hong Kong, and Dallas, but on this occasion, when driving across Oahu, I suggested we stop at an adult bookstore in Wahiawa about which I had read interesting reviews. As it was mid-day, I thought it might be a long shot, but as the place was quite literally on our route around the island, there wasn't any downside to stopping in. Upon entering the place we found the typical ABS set up: a register with some retail shelves up front, and in back there was a small hallway off of which was a line of doors for each of the numerous individual viewing booths. The place was small and clean, but it was empty. So we waited. After some time we heard some movement and the soundtrack from a video emanating from the only occupied booth. So we waited so more. After some more time, I was getting bored, especially knowing we had a relatively busy day planned, so I suggested to my spouse "Hey, why don’t we go into adjoining booths, and I’ll blow you through the glory hole in between the two booths?" He liked that idea, probably because I don't usually particularly enjoy sucking his dick as he almost never comes that way, so it turns-out feeling too much like work, or sort of like what I imagined foreplay with a woman would be like. In any event I don't often blow him, but under the circumstances it seemed like the best way to salvage the visit, and, after all, fair is fair. He goes in the booth at the end of the hall, and I slip into the next one, still no one in sight. I scrape the chair out of my way and I’m down on my knees. He unzips, pulls his flaccid dick out, puts his crotch to the hole. Mine for the taking. I hear him pressing buttons trying to find a video he likes. I don’t care what’s on my screen. There’s a gay movie on and the moaning and sex sounds are perfect. God I love these places. My bf likes to be blown slow, especially at first. So I fondle his dick. I smell it. I take his balls in my palm and pull forward on his dick, nuzzling it with my nose and making it grow. As his shaft lengthens, I can get the head in my mouth, ever so gently. I go to work on that spot on the underside, right where the head, the shaft, and the hole all come together. No man can resist that. I swirl my tongue around it and feel his erection fill out fully hard. Now I can really get that dick wet. I wrap my teeth with my lips and slide all the way down, getting it slippery with spit. He’s not a big pre-cummer my bf. So I bang the back of my throat a little as I’m gently going up and down on it. I want some of my throat snot to get things really viscous. His dick is getting harder, wetter, and more into a rhythm going in and out of my mouth. Oh yeah we are getting somewhere. . . Not too long and I get a little light flash in the corner of my eye. I hear a door behind me close and the partition superstructure shake. I pull off my bf’s dick to look. There behind me in the glory hole to the booth on the other side of mine is this face. HOLY FUCK. It’s this jarhead face. Gone in a second. FUCK MAN! HOT SOLDIER BOY. There are some sort of barracks near here aren’t there? My heart skipped a beat. That haircut never lies. I imagine one of dozens of tumblr pictures - a soldier boy, in the desert, waving a gun, dick out, friend taking a pic of it. FUCK man THINK FAST. Hot solider in the booth next to me. C’MON FAST!! Boyfriend’s spit shiny junk is in my hand, with my spit dripping down the hair on his balls. I let go with a squeeze. Stand up. Drop my shorts. Turn around. Put my ass at the hole and I trace down it with his dick. He loves my ass. This’ll distract him. And I just want to SEE the soldier. Just a peek. I’m feeling his hand on my ass. Boyfriend took that hint. He’s caressing it. Spreading my cheeks. I’m bending over to look in the glory hole beyond. UNF. I feel a hot breath on my hole. BF loves sticking tongue in me. Makes me a little squirrelly, so we don’t do it that often. My focus is across the way anyhow. I see movement. He’s too close to see his face again. And it’s dark. Bless whoever designed this place. Perfect size. I have my ass at one hole and my face at the other. I hook a finger through, and try to look up. FUCK I feel my spouse’s tongue in my ass. But the soldier . . . unzipping his pants . . . hand goes in . . .wrestles out his already hard dick. It is maybe seven inches, curves up, reminds me of my cousin's (that's a different story). My mouth waters. HOT DAMN He puts it through the hole, downy covered nuts and all. I stroke down it with my hand. Powder soft and dry. Once. Twice. Watch it bob. I find that spot between his balls where his juices originate and work a finger up up the underside of his shaft. Fuck yes! A huge drop of precum appears. So tempting to eat. But I rub it around the mushroom head. It makes his dick dance and quiver. Slippery. Musky. Ready to suck. I start going down on the shaft and HUH there's my partner's dick pressing at my backdoor. My mind swoons with dick sensation overload. I rarely get fucked, and never starting bent over like this. NEVER have though a glory hole. Have I ever been spit roasted? Brace yourself! Think about the dick in your mouth! Dont lose rhythm! Fuck! He pushes into my ass. The pain! Ah, but the smell of the dick in front of me. I'm trying to flex and relax both, letting the dick work into my ass. My own dick is rock hard bobbing around, drooling webs of precum all over the place. "Some pig", it might spell out on the floor. Here I am on vacation, mid day, in a booth in the dark, with my bf's cock in my ass, and a soldier's in my mouth. And I want cum from both. I am getting into a rhythm with the dick stroking in and out of my ass. My mouth stroking up and down on the dick in front of me. You know how there’s blowing a dick, and then there’s blowing a dick to cumpletion? I mean in my experience there is a point where you know the dick in your mouth can cum that way. When it starts juicing? When the hips start bucking? I knew that soldier was going to feed me his load. When - damn - suddenly no dick in my ass and <poke poke> my bf is poking me on the ass cheek with his finger. I do NOT want to lose momentum on the dick in front of me. But reluctantly, I pull off and turn around to ask my spouse “What?!” My ass is there at the solider’s side. “There’ rub it against that” is what I was thinking. Up to this point I’d swapped plenty of glory hole head, but never fucked through one. UNF the soldier slides his dick right in me. HOLY FUCK A STRANGE DICK UP MY ASS BAREBACK. I push back on it. Rock hard 20 something soldier dick. Inside me. Not what I’d planned. I wince and hide what’s going on from my bf’s view. He would FREAK at a stranger’s raw dick inside me. “I can’t cum this way,” my boyfriend says. “I am going to rinse off.” “Is it dirty?” I ask. “No,” he replies. “But you know me. This is too much.” Vanilla is as vanilla does. “Okay, I’ll go next,” I say. And he’s out his booth door. I hadn’t even focused on the soldier cock stroking in and out of me. I squeeze my ass and look over my shoulder. His fingers are grasping the top of the partition between us for leverage. He’s speeding up, hitting it harder. My thoughts are filled with his flared mushroom head wondering if it’d swell up get hard and red before he shoots? I was thinking of his precum in the back of my throat climbing up out my nose, now in my ass making it slick making it ready. Use that hole man. He gets louder louder UHNN UHHN I press back hard willing it wanting it. UHHNN UHHN He STOPS. I feel the twitch. My ass goes from lubed to wet. I feel the fluid filling me. FUCK! First time . . . a stranger unloading in my ass. Should I be scared? Guilty? UHHN he rocks it back and forth making me feel it squish - his dick in its own ejaculate. Rapidly softening he slips it out of me. Fuck! What have I done? My spouse is coming back in like a minute and I . . . Standing there with my legs shaking, my dick is a sticky mess I haven’t touched it, but there’s plenty of lube. In ten strokes I push a finger from my other hand in my hole and feel the soldier’s load there. I BLAST one of the largest loads of my life onto the laminate partition wall. It trails down and pools on the floor. I said this place was clean. Too bad. I hope it’s still there for the next guy. Maybe the clerk will come lick it up? There’s my bf’s face at the hole. “C’mon, let’s go.” “I’m coming! Just a sec. Let me clean up a little here . . .” On the way out, he says to me, “ Hey did you hear that one guy cumming? Someone was having fun.” He has no idea.

This erotic fiction is a continuation of my story, The Broken Jock, that started in the "General Bareback Sex Stories" section that now, at Part 3, seems to belong in this section instead—for reasons you will soon discover. Check out Parts 1 and 2 to see how far this young, gay, safe-sex only, softball player has fallen. Enjoy. The Broken Jock by @ButtB4iGo, Part 3 The next Friday afternoon, Hank texted me. Hank: Hey boy, I have plans for that hot little hole of yours tonight. Be at room 228 at the Folsom Motel at 11. It had been almost a week since Hank fucked me last and I was feeling really horny. I had made plans to meet friends at a Castro bar at 8, but I figured I could excuse myself around 10:30 and head to the motel to get another one of Hank's anonymous fucks. I still don't know what he looks like. Me: OK, sir. -- When I got to the motel room door, the hall lights were dimmed by so many fluorescent tubes being out with one or two flickering. I’m in a horror film, I thought to myself with a grin. But since the typical motel had its hallways outside under the lights of the surrounding city, it actually wasn’t as dark or menacing as all that. I knocked on door number 228. “Who’s there?” I heard Hank say. “It’s me. Adam.” I heard lamps being turned off and then the door opened. “Get on the bed face down, boy. Push down your pants, too.” I felt my way to the bed and laid down on my chest while opening the fly to my jeans. Hank closed the door, came up behind me and helped push my pants down. “Nice white jock, boy. You know what gets my dick hard.” He then pushed his soft leather cod piece against my bare ass. “Let’s get this blind fold on you.” My cock was rock hard in anticipation for Hank to plow my hole again. Did he bring more anonymous used condoms like last time? Hank got on top of me and licked the left side of my face in one long upward lick. “Your going to get some more of ol’ Hank’s cock tonight. Plus, I’ve invited a few friends over from that hook up site, BareBackFuckers.” “Yes!” I didn’t use my inside voice. Hank explained more, whispering in my ear. “I found your profile on that safe-sex only site you are still on, and I took a screen shot of it. Then I went to BareBackFuckers and shared that screen shot with some select tops that I want to see get inside you.” Hank shoved his hand under me to feel my dick. He easily felt the precum I was leaking into my jock pouch. “Fuck, boy! Already leaking. I knew you needed some more raw cock in you.” He continued rubbing my cock head through the cloth as he went on. “I told these select men that safe-only ShortStop91 is now taking all loads. There are two men coming here tonight to fuck and load up your hole while you suck my cock. These guys will only have one mission: to breed that nice newbie hole of yours. Then you’ll get fucked by me. Understand?” I nodded. “Yes, sir.” Hank seemed especially intense tonight, but I wanted it, and Hank knew just how to use me. Hank got up and unsnapped the leather cod piece. He walked around to the other side of the bed and I felt the mattress take on his weight in front of my blindfolded face. His cock was rock hard as he rubbed it on my face and in my hair. His P.A. was cool on my lips when he told me to open up. He pushed his cock in forcibly to the back of my throat and he held the back of my head as I squirmed and gagged on the P.A. “Fuck yeah, jock boy. Take my cock in your throat. I know you can take Phil’s cock in there.” I relaxed my throat to help Hank invade, and I breathed through my nose the way Phil always commanded. Hank said he wanted to skull fuck me before the other men got there. I did pretty well, I think. I tried to forget about the scary P.A. in my throat and just focus on Hank’s cock head. About every minute or so, Hank would push all the way in and keep it there while I gagged. As he pulled out I got some air again, recovered, and opened my mouth to let Hank to do it again. “Good boy, Adam. Let me have that mouth and throat!” A knock on the door. “Who’s there?” Hank yelled. “Ahhhh… I think we’re both from the site,” came from a man’s voice from outside the door. “I’m Coach4Jox and this other fella is…” “Pops9in!” the other man’s voice finished. They must have arrived at the same time. "Come on in, guys." The door opened and I heard the men enter. "Turn on that one lamp, too. I’ve got him blindfolded.” I heard the click of the lamp and shortly thereafter felt a hand feel up my naked ass and another hand in my hair. “Shit! It really is you!” said the man near my face. “I’ve been checking you out on the safe-sex hook up site for two years. Your ass looks so good in that softball uniform pic! I’ve messaged you, too. But I figured you didn't answer because I’m a lot older. I see you at the bars sometimes, too. I have fantasized many times about fucking your gorgeous butt, and I have schemed in my head about how I’d pull the damned condom off without you knowing. I can’t believe I get to finally put my cock in that butt of yours—although I have to admit, a good stealth breeding of your jock ass would have been truly amazing.” As the guy near my head was talking, the other guy was already trying to push his cock into my hole. He was about a quarter way in dry. As Pops9In was taking my hole I realized that I recognize the other guy’s handle from the safe-sex site. Coach4Jox was a white-haired man, mid-60s, who was constantly trying to set-up a fuck date with me with messages like: “I have condoms. I would love to shove my daddy cock into that very nice jock butt of yours.” But, I have had lots of men trying to get in my pants who were hotter than Coach4Jox, so I just never really gave him much thought. Hank pushed his cock back into my mouth and announced to the other men that ShortStop91 is going bareback today and that they should "fuck me up.” “As my handle indicates, I’ve got 9 inches of raw cock I’m going to shove up his 'safe-only' butt.” He kept pushing into me. "Fuck, this hole is tight!” "There’s lube next to you on the bed,” Hank offered. “I brought the oil-based stuff this safe-boy has always avoided.” Hank was playing like I was being offered up for barebacking for the first time to these men. Close enough for me. In my head, I was still in the process of being fully used and violated by my Hank. A man who started fucking me into bareback whoredom only two fuck sessions ago. I thought to myself, Pops9in and Coach4Jox will be men #11 and #12 to shoot their loads inside my hole. “Ahhhhh!” I gasped. With a lubed cock, Pops9in entered my hole. “Nice! We have penetration!” Hank said. The man’s large cock filled my rectum as I gripped Hank’s leather-clad thighs. Hank pulled his cock out of my mouth and put an opened poppers bottle under my nose. “Take a good hit, boy.” I took about six hits as the cock inside me pushed in some more. I felt the inner tingle and static from the poppers. “Mmmmm,” I moaned as Hank pushed his P.A. and cock head back into my throat. “He’s lit,” Hank said. “Go ahead and try to fuck him now.” “He’s really tight,” the man said. “Take my cock, son. And no fucking rubbers, safe boy. This is raw cock inside you. This is what taking a man’s cock is supposed to feel like. Damn, I’m all the way in.” The man, Pops9in, bucked so that his cock head nudged the deepest part of my hole. “Oh, yeah. Fuckin’ sweet hole here. Can’t fuckin’ believe my luck today when you messaged me.” He then started fucking in long strokes. Grunting and telling me to take it. Telling me that I loved raw dick now. “And my cock is not pulling out until every one of my fucking sperm is inside your young" —thrust— “jock” —thrust— "butt.” “Do it!” Hank’s cock got extremely hard in my mouth as he watched the man fucking my ass. “Let me see you shove that poz cock up that jock ass. Fuck that neg jock ass.” Was that just hot talk? Did I hear Hank say “poz”, “neg”? It began to sink in how Hank might be violating me tonight. All the years of getting fucked with condoms to avoid HIV infection, and was it true? Was I getting fucked bareback by an HIV positive top? Was it just fantasy talk? Hank held the poppers under my nose again, and I surrendered. “Yeah boy, take another hit. Poz9Inch wants to load up your hole tonight. Take his poz cock and let him load you up.” I realized then I had originally misheard the handle on the man whose huge cock was now pistoning in and out of my hole, a poz cock without a condom. The poppers had taken over my head, so I gave in. Hank put his hard cock back in my mouth and told me to suck on the head. A wave of poppers-induced electricity went right to my groin and asshole. I found myself using my mouth and my ass muscles to milk the two cocks that were inside me. I was going to knowingly have a raw anonymous poz cock unload inside my ass for the first time. Once Poz9In heard his HIV status revealed to me, he started fucking rougher, grunting as he landed his cock head deep in my hole. “Fuckin charge that hole, man,” I heard the Coack4Jox say. “Breed that safe-only ass!” “My pre-cum has been lubing him up for the last 15 minutes, so this neg jock is getting it already. Might as well load ‘em up.” I heard the men wickedly cheer as Poz9in was building up to unload inside me. “Do it, man,” said Hank. “Unload in his hole, he’ll take it. Won’t you, boy.” I nodded. “Fuck yeah, kid. Here is comes.” Poz9in made guttural grunts as his cock shot his warm toxic cum into my rectum. “Yes! There is it boy. All my sperm having a party inside your hole right now. Ah! Ah! Fuck! Yeah! Let me fuck that in.” Poz9In fucked me hard for about a minute. His cum was so battered in my hole that I could feel some of it leaking down my nut sack and into my jock. “Fuck!” I cried. “Fuck!!!” “That’s it, boy,” Hank coached into my left ear. “Take the man's poz load, Adam. I knew you’d be a good submissive boy for me tonight.” Poz9in pulled out of my ass and I felt the cool air of the room on my exposed jock-strapped ass. My legs had been kicked wide apart by him as he bred me, maniacally trying to shove his cock as far in as he could. I felt completely open as the white-haired old man got in place between my legs. Coach4Jox entered me quickly and began hammering his good sized meat into my cum-slicked hole. He fucked in and out of me as he talked. “Fuck yeah! For so long, I’ve fantasized about doing this to you, Adam. Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I’ve stalked you at your softball games and watched you get drunk at the bars, hoping you’d get wasted enough to need someone to walk you home. I’d imagine promising you that I’d wear a condom if you’d let me fuck you. Thinking about how I could use a condom and wait until you’re passed out drunk on your bed to rip the condom off and slide back in, stealth pozzing you when I unload shot after shot of my toxic cum inside that young jock butt of yours.” Coach4Jox kept fucking my hole and promising me another poz load as Hank, listening to the man’s perverted confession, climaxed. “Damn! I’m cumming in your mouth, boy! Open up that throat.” I let Hank’s cock head into my throat again and immediately felt the warmth of his sperm in my throat as I swallowed. I took Hank’s load like he was a familiar lover. He kept his dick in my mouth as he watched and listened to the old man fuck me. Hank pushed my head to the bed hard. “Now’s your chance, Coach. You’ve got him passed out on the bed now. Fucking stealth that young jock ass. Fucking breed that neg hole with your poz cock." “Fuck! Here it comes, you fucking neg shortstop tease," Coach4Jox said. “Take my load up your sweet butt for good.” Coach4Jox unloaded a hot torrent of poz cum into my hole. The men celebrated my violation with profanity and slaps on my ass. The old man pulled out of my ass and told the other men to look at my hole. “Fuck! This is what two poz loads up a hot young bubble butt looks like. Poz9in added, "Fucking hot jock boy, getting knocked up by anonymous men like that.” He slapped my ass. After the rustling sounds of men getting dressed, Hank said, “Thank you, gentlemen, for helping me out tonight. This was a safe-only boy who submitted fully to me only recently. As far as I know you two are his first poz loads. I am hoping to get him introduced and used at the bathhouse soon, and I think tonight should ease that transition.” I could hear, “sure thing, man” and “anytime” from the outside corridor. With the door open, I could feel the cold San Francisco air on my wet asshole. I heard Hank put keys on the night table by the bed. “Check out’s at noon. You can stay until then, if you want. You were great tonight, boy. Let’s consider meeting up again mid-week. I’ll text you.” My violation would continue. “Yes, sir.” “That’s what I like to hear. Keep that blindfold on for five minutes!” I heard the door close and listened as Hank’s footsteps faded. I fell asleep in that position: facedown, bare assed, legs spread. My asshole felt wet, open, used and empty. I slept soundly, dreaming only of sex. I wanted more. Edited July 31 by drscorpio Put a link to the first 2 parts in 37

The first time we connected, we agreed to meet in a park where we made our transaction. Several times after that, he would meet me at my house, an hour late, or two hours late, or he wouldn’t show up at all. It drove me crazy, but dealers are hard to come by, and I knew that if I pissed him off, I’d probably have a tough time finding another connection. After we’d met up maybe half a dozen times, I guess he decided that he could trust me, and he started having me meet him at his apartment. That worked out great, no more having to wait around, hour after hour, for him to show up. He would answer the door, we’d make the transaction, and I was on my way. One Saturday afternoon, after the usual frustration of trying to connect with my dealer, I finally got him to answer his phone, and he told me to meet him at his apartment. Fine. At least I wouldn’t waste an entire afternoon waiting for him to show up at my house. No matter how many times I met up with my dealer, I was always extremely nervous, so I got in the habit of taking a couple of big hits on my bubbler, before I left the house. That always made the tension and nervousness roll right off of me. I pulled on a pair of 501’s, my boots, and my black leather motorcycle jacket (no shirt), and headed out. Traffic was good, and parking was easy, so it didn’t take me more than 15 minutes to get to his apartment. Apparently the leather motorcycle jacket look gave him the idea that I was in the mood for some action, because, for the first time, he invited me in. As soon as I was inside, he offered me his pipe, and, of course, I accepted. I took a good hit, then handed it back to him. After we each had taken a few hits, he asked me if I did G. I said, “Sure,” so he went out into the kitchen to mix it up with some Gatorade. He handed it to me, and I drank it right down, as usual. But, man, this was some strong assed stuff ! It made me feel extremely dizzy, and just before I passed out, my eyes closed, and I could feel him unzipping my jacket and tearing open my 501’s. The last thing I remember, I was sitting on the couch, feeling his mouth on my cock. When I came to, I was all put back together, but I was still feeling kind of dizzy. I couldn’t help but notice that, now, there were 2 more men in the apartment. It turned out that one guy was another customer, and the other guy was my dealer’s supplier. The customer was a hot young guy who looked like he was barely of age, if that. He and my dealer were passing the pipe back and forth, and my dealer asked him what he liked. He said that he liked sucking big dicks. My dealer said, “I’ve got a pretty big dick,” and he proceeded to haul it out. He wasn’t kidding. It must have been about 8” long, and quite thick, and cut, with a big helmet head on it. The kid wasted no time dropping to his knees, enthusiastically sucking my dealer’s hard cock. Soon, the kid stripped down, and he resumed sucking. I asked the kid if he wanted to have his cock sucked, too, and he said, “Yeh !” So, I went right to work on him. I’m one of those guys who gets Tina-dick, as soon as I start partying. Not these guys. I was surprised that, even though they’d both been hitting the pipe, over and over, their cocks stayed rock hard. While I happily sucked the entire length of the kid’s cock in and out of my mouth, my dealer placed his hands on the back of the kid’s head, and repeatedly forced his down into the kid’s throat, and held it there until he had to come up for air. It was fuckin’ hot to watch, and I wished that it was my throat that was getting fucked. Several times, the 4th guy in the apartment (my dealer’s supplier) mentioned that he needed a ride back to his house. After a while, the kid had to take off, so I volunteered to drive the supplier back to his house. Every time I think of that afternoon, I could kick myself for not hanging around. Maybe I could have had a nice long session partying with my dealer and sucking and riding his big cock. It was about a 30 minute drive to the supplier’s house, and we exchanged small talk, then he suddenly blurted out, “Have you ever thought about becoming a dealer ?” I admitted that I hadn’t, and he proceeded to give me kind of a soft sell proposition. “You want some real quality shit, not that stuff he’s dealing you, that’s been cut so many times that you can hardly raise a decent cloud.” Well, he was certainly right about that. I told him I’d give it some serious thought, and I’d let him know. When we got to his house, he said, “Come on in. I’ll show you some real quality shit.” No way was I going to refuse THAT offer. I parked the car, and we went inside. Having never been in a supplier’s house, I didn’t know what to expect, but it looked pretty much like any other average house. He quickly gave me the ten-cent-tour, casually mentioning the sling that was hanging from a couple of beams in the ceiling of one of the bedrooms. Of course, my eyes lit up when I saw that. Back in the living room, he told me to have a seat, while he went out to the kitchen to get a couple bottles of water. When he returned, he also had what I was pretty sure was his “stash” kit. Smart guy, I thought. Being a supplier, he must have had a fairly large quantity of Tina, well hidden, somewhere in the house, and he kept a small “stash kit,” just for regular use. “Have you ever done hot rails,” he asked me ? I said that I had done, a couple times. “Wait’ll you try this shit,” he said. “This shit will knock you on your ass ! But, in a good way.” And, he laughed. I was surprised that the only thing in his “stash kit” was one small baggie, about half filled with very finely crushed Tina. Again, he was being smart, not keeping everything in one place. From one room, and then another, he retrieved a large mirror, a long glass rod, and a lighter. After placing the mirror on the coffee table, in front of me, he layed out a couple of fat lines of the Tina, then he proceeded to move a steady blue flame up and down the tip of the glass rod. When he determined that the glass rod was blistering hot, he handed it to me, and said, “There you go. Do that one,” pointing to one of the lines on the mirror. I put the glass rod to my nose, and very quickly sucked up the entire line of finely crushed Tina, holding the smoke in my lungs for a second, before blowing out a huge white cloud. “You feel that,” he asked ? He already knew the answer. He could see my bulging eyes and dilating pupils,as the rush intensified and i gasped for breath, my head and chest feeling hot, and my heart beating a mile a minute. Again, he laughed. Suddenly, I felt an urgent need to get out of my clothes, which I did. I could feel my hole twitching, and I couldn’t keep my hands off my cock as I watched him reheating the glass rod. Then, he handed the rod to me, and told me to continue heating it. “I’ll be right back,” he said. When he returned, he was minus all of his clothes, and wearing nothing but a steel cock ring and a pair of black leather chaps, with his big black cock hanging down, very thick and heavy. Showing a big grin, all I could say was, “Whoa !” “I thought you might like that,” he said, as he took the glass rod from me, and heated it a little more, before he bent down and snorted the second line. Immediately, he grabbed the back of my head, and pressed his lips to mine, and shotgunned the cloud into me, completely filling my lungs. Now, I really was reeling. “Chug down that bottle of water, then follow me,” he said. I was more than happy to do as I was told. He handed me a black jock strap, and said, “Here; try this on.” I pulled it on, glad to cover my ever shrinking Tina-dick, and turned back and forth to see if he approved. He smiled and nodded. “Go ahead and hop in the sling,” he told me, which I was more than happy to do.

This is my first story (Sorry for my bad English) My name is Lars and I am a exchange student. I am 23 years old and I am Swedish and now live in New York City. I am a typical Scandinavian, 6,4 tall, 190 pounds of pure muscle, light blond and short hair, blue eyes. I know I am very handsome and everybody tells me that . I always get the most handsome guys . Maybe I am arrogant, but if you were as handsome as am I, you would also be somewhat arrogant. When I moved to New York, I decided to live-out my sexual fantasies in full. Although I was often fucked by really hot guys, I had never ever barebacked as I insisted each guy use a condom. Bareback was out of discussion. Two weeks ago, I was very horny, and went out with my friends on a Friday night. I wanted so bad to get fucked. No, I need it so so fucking bad. I left my friends and went to a gay bar to see if there was someone to fuck me. No sooner had I entered the bar then several hot guys were chasing after me. Of course I choose the hottest. He, like me, was a blond like me, but was somewhat darker. And yeah, he had a hot body. He was around my own age, and he bought me a beer and we talked. Then we start kissing. As we kissed I saw a disgusting old troll looking at me and smiling. He was in his 60's and looked really sick of AIDS. He was very low, maybe 5,1, mixed race and was almost bald and missing many teeth. He was very very thin. I found myself wondering 'How can such a disgusting person could look at me and smile?'. He thoroughly grossed me out so I did my best to ignore him as I continued kissing the blond hunk. Still, all the time I noticed the old troll watching me, He was devouring me with his eyes. Fuck, I found myself with a hard on, and my eyes were glued to his, even as I made-out with the hot blond. Our eyes meet so many times and I found myself mystified by my own behavior as I pondered what was it about the wasted troll that left me utterly horny? After several beers I went to the bathroom and notice that the old troll was following me.I was very nervouse when i notice the old troll next to me at the urinals. Fuck, He was like a dwarf besides me. But I got shoked when I see him taking an enormous Cock out of his pants. It was the largest and moust black Cock i ever seen in my life. It was shoking how black it was in relation With the skin colour of the old troll. He was dark but not that black. When He showed his big hanging bals I could see they were very black too, and so fucking huge. I was there with open mouth when he laughed and told me if i like it. I could not answer him, i was there With my mouth open, not saying nor doing anything. Then I swo that my Cock was rock hard. I blush big time, and decided to leave the toilet full of shame. I Dance With the blond guy but the old troll was looking at me all the time and I was with my eyes glued to his almoust all the time. I couldent help it. As we approuched the bar to drink another beer the old troll got besides me and I notice his old hand touching my bubble butt, I wear Law hangers so almoust all my undies were showing. He darted a finger in my pink hole With out any shame. I knwe nobody could see this. His hands were all over my ass checks and I dared to say anything for fear of what my hot young partner will say. I went to the bathroom and i was followed by the old troll. I was crazy horny, I was rock hard. I was very embarrassed but could not avoid how horny I was. He opened his trousers and liftet a bit his T-shirt. I could see some black spots on his skin, maybe becouse of his deseased. His Cock hung tehre and I could see a lot of precum, lots. He tjen told me smiling if i wanted to blow him and I answered if he got a condom i will try. He laughed a lot and told me that He never ever used condoms, and althought I was very handsome He was not for it. With condoms is not fun, and he left me tehre with my mouth open and my cock rock hard. I got so embarrassed. I went to the bar and kept talking to the blond guy, but I could not concentrate at all. Suddenly I sow the old troll going to the bathroom followed by a redhead twink. I got so fucking jealouse and after some minutes i went to the bathroom. The bathroom was emty but a door to a cublicle was closed. I heard the sound of a blow job and some gasps. I was rock hard. This AIDS sick old troll got in there the redhead twink, and for sure the young guy was sucking the black Cock and that all precum. I poke my head out form under the door and the fist thing I saw was a hard small Cock With red pubic hair and right after i saw how the twink was sucking the black Dick With out comdom. Fuck he was devouring the old Dick and dident care about how toxic it could be. Just two Seconds later my face got filled With sperm from the redhead. Then the twink got shamed and told the old troll that He need to go. When he opened the door he saw me there, he bluhs a lot and I helplessly got into the cubicle looking at the redhead eyes and he send me a litle smille. I shut the door and kneel in front of the black old Cock. I put the old black Cock in my mouth and savored the precum and the saliva from the twink on the big black Cock. The old troll laughed and push me away. He then told me that if i wanted his Cock i need to follow him home and go all the way. He say that he wanted to fuck my hot young blond bubble butt. He say that He lived near the bar and if I follow him is to get fucked with out any comdoms, just He and me. I was so in shame, but at that moment I diden't care if i was going to give myself bareback to the old troll. I could not help it, i was all to horny, I followed him like a puppy and dident care that the hot blond was waiting for me at the bar. I never ever in my life got so fucking atracted to a guy. On the street i begun to get second thougs but walked 15 meters back the old sick man. To be continued

This is not a true story, only my fantasy. Not yet a true story at least. I wanted to take a short holiday and decided to check out Misterb&b.com for a nice location. There I saw someone offer a nice room for a cheap price so I booked myself to stay there, with the expectation I would arrive on Friday evening. On the evening of the scheduled day I arrived at the B&B. The front door was opened by a big guy opened the door and greeted me with a big smile, giving every impression he was truly looking forward to having me as a guest. Enthusiastically he showed me around the house and showed me the guest bedroom and, as I was very tired, I decided to call it a night early. A few hours later, somewhere midnight, my host awoke me, telling me he had a nice welcome surprise for me. He led me towards the living room, where I could see several muscular guys waiting naked. As I was standing there, I could feel big strong arms wrap around me, immobilizing me. Then the other guys gathered around me and started touching and stroking me. I did not know whether to panic or to enjoy it, so I let it happen. I became like putty in their hands as they guided me to the mattress in the middle of the room. They pushed me down and spread my legs so they would have good access to my tight ass. Then one of them started rimming me and I could do nothing more than to squirm beneath him like a little slut. After a short while he decided I was ready. He lubed up my hole and pressed his dick against it. I tried checking for a condom, but did not feel any. I got into a panic and tried to ask about it, but one of the other guys shushed me by kissing me forcefully. "We want to give you a hot welcome, don't worry," one of the others said, while the first guy was slowly fucking me. It hurt but he gave no time to adjust, even as I tried to complain about it. He sped up and suddenly I could feel him cum inside me. It felt so good. The only thing I could do was to beg for more. And more I got, as the next one was already pressing his dick against my hole. This continued until cum was dripping out my hole and my ass was burning from all the dicks that had fucked me. They gave me some time to recover before turning me on my back for a second round as the first guy was again hard and horny. The night was long and became one blur of being fucked over and over, regardless whether I wanted or not, but as the night went, I became more and more a slut for these guys that wanted to use me hard and long.

The guy in the shower was tall and lanky, and had a nice piece of uncut meat hanging between his hairy thighs. He stepped out of the shower, still dripping wet, and walked over to us. "Get to work, pig!" I ordered. The hungry Asian turned on his knees and swallowed the new meat in one gulp. "Fuckkkkkk," the guy from the shower moaned, reaching up and tweaking his nipples. "God that feels good," he said, grinning at me. "Ya got some piss for 'im?" I reminded him about the pig's thirst. "Yeah... he okay with a few .....uh ..... enhancements?" he asked. "Most definitely, man," I smiled back. "Tryin' to keep him as fucked up as possible!" The shower guy chuckled. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. I could tell he was trying to concentrate on getting his piss to flow. I yanked the leash on the pig's collar, letting him know to quit the sucking, and just let his mouth become a urinal. A soft exhale from shower guy, and I knew that the pig was getting a nice, warm drink. Pig squirmed a bit, and I could hear him swallowing the warm, yellow liquid down his throat. "That's it, boy. Take the man's piss. No need for a urinal, when ya got a willing mouth," I said, placing my hand on his throat so I could feel the swallowing action. A calm smile spread across the shower guy's face. "That's all I got for now," he said. " Wish I had a 6 pack of beer to fill up on." "So, what's in your piss," I half whispered to him, drawing close to his stubbled face. "Oh, a little T, some G, X - - - actually, a lotta T!" he grinned, slyly. "Good," I said, rubbing the back of my hand up and down his hairy abs. "I wanna keep his hole hungry!" "Mmmmm....." shower guy growled, grabbing his towel and looking the two of us up and down. "Maybe I'll see y'all a little later," he said, giving his semihard cock a serious tug. "Yeah, man. We're always lookin' for cock!" I said. "Got some V, if ya need it," I added, grabbing his cock and balls and giving them a friendly squeeze. "Get up, PIG!" I ordered. He obediently stood, keeping his eyes downward, hands clasped behind him. We walked the halls of the third floor, me in the lead, checking out any open doors for cock. I enjoyed the looks we were getting - a big, masculine, leatherman taking his chemmed up pig out for a walk. Some were in shock or disbelief - others wanted to be part of the scene. Occasionally, I would stop and order the pig to his knees to suck my semihard cock. This definitely made some guys sit up and take notice. I made sure they got a good look at my large PA as it glimmered in the dim light. As we rounded the corner to the hall with my room, we ran into Trent from earlier. This time he was solo, and had switched from the bathhouse towel to a black jock. "Hey man," I greeted him. "Where's your buddy?" "Oh - he got all pissy and left. I told him if we came here, I was gonna wanna play. But he didn't believe me. Anyway, I'm kinda glad he left," he said, casually massaging the bulge in his cotton pouch. "You parTy?" I asked. "Yeah - but I didn't bring anything, 'cause I was with Miss Prissypants," he said. "Wanna come in an' smoke a bowl?" I asked, rubbing my free hand over his chiseled pecs. "Hell, yeah!" he perked up. He followed us midway down the hall to my door. I fidgeted with the key in the clock while trying to remember how I had left the room. I really hadn't thought about anybody but the PIG coming back with me, so I'm sure it was a sloppy mess. -------- I was right! The black rubber sheet was a gooey mess of jlube and Crisco, with two huge dildos laying in the middle. I HAD managed to stash the bags of T in my boot, but the glass pipe was right next to the TV on the table beside the bed. I pushed the PIG in first and unhooked the leash from his collar. He promptly crawled onto the bed and sat in the pool of lube. "Sorry. The place is a kind of a mess," I apologized to Trent. "Fuck! I think it's hot!" he replied. "This is why I come to the baths - - - to get fuckin' messy an' twisted an' - - - you know - - - dirty!" he grinned. Now he had his hand inside his pouch, and was unashamedly stroking his cock. "Allright PIG!" I said gruffly. "Service his cock!" PIG eagerly slid to the edge of the bed and pealed the waistband of Trent's jock down. My eyes bulged when I saw the mammoth piece of meat that fell out! Miss Prissypants should not have let this one go.... I shut the door and fished around in my boot for one of the baggies. I pulled out a half empty one and pulled the seal apart. Got my pen cap and scooped out a nice-sized rock and loaded it in the pipe (along with the unsmoked residue that was still in it .​ "Make yourself comfortable, man," I said, gesturing to a dry corner of the bed. Trent sat down, one leg cocked up and the other on the floor, so that PIG could continue eating his cock. I flicked the torch (which reflected in the mirrored walls and really lit up the room in a sort of drug-induced, leather dungeon way), and waved it in circular motions under the round glass bowl of the pipe. Trent stared like an animal that hadn't eaten in weeks. I watched as the rock liquefied and pooled in the dirty glass bowl. Then the thick white cloud started easing its way up the glass stem. I held the pipe to my lips and inhaled slowly and deeply. Hold it - - - hold it - - - hold it. I knelt down and placed my mouth over Trent's and shotgunned the hit into his hunky, hot body! I could tell he'd done this before, 'cause he didn't lose a puff of smoke! Our lips stayed sealed for what seemed like ten minutes, while we passed the smoke back and forth between our lungs. His right hand found my leather pouch and squeezed the greasy package inside. Finally, I pulled my mouth off of his, and handed the pipe to him. He held it out while I warmed the bowl again, and then he took his own hit directly from the pipe. When he was done, I motioned for him to shotgun the PIG. While they were shotgunning, it gave me a chance to get my mouth on Trent's cock. It WAS a beautiful piece of meat - thick, slightly veiny, uncut, large head and a slight upturn when erect to hit all the right spots! For me, one of the benefits of Tina is that it lessens my gag reflex. I was able to force the head into my throat and hold it for a few seconds until the spasms got too bad. I pulled off, gasping for air. "Fuck - - - nice - - - cock - - - man," I panted, catching my breath and drooling on my own chest. "Thanks - got no complaints," Trent said confidently. "You wanna fuck this pigwhore?" I asked, finally being able to talk. "I got 'im tweaked up pretty good, an' he loves big things in his hole." Trent wrapped his fist around the thick shaft and stroked until the foreskin pulled back and revealed the large head. "He take it raw?" Trent asked. "Only raw," I answered, lightly slapping the PIG's muscular butt. "Lemme give 'im a bump to get ready for you." My middle finger was already wet from being in the PIG's hole, so I just dipped it in the baggie and the crystal stuck to it. PIG slid a little toward me on the bed, positioning his ass so I could get a good aim without spilling any of the crystal. "PIG want a bump in his hole?" I asked, wanting him to beg. "Yes SIR! Please bump my hole, SIR!" he answered. "You want me to give your whore fuckhole to this hot stud, PIG?" I teased. "Yes SIR! Please SIR! I need fucked - - - please!" I inserted the T-covered finger into his battered hole. He didn't even flinch - just gyrated his hot ass around my finger. I wiped the insides of his burning rectum, digging the sharp shards of crystal into the delicate lining. The burn must have been delicious for a methpig like him. I pulled my finger out, and made a production of shoving it in my mouth and sucking the combination of ass juice, cum, lube, Crisco and Tina off with my tongue. Trent sneered in approval, slapping his hardening cock with an open hand. It now looked like an angry club, ready to beat this shameless PIG into total submission. I got up off the bed so that Trent could take my place behind the PIG. He positioned himself right behind the hunky Asian, and laid his fat cock in the crevice of his ass. "Damn, you're gonna rip him apart with that thing, man. You're fuckin' huge!" I said. In response, he slapped the big dong on PIG's cheeks, and took several warning pokes at the wrinkled, purple assring. I got down next to the PIG's ears and said, "Take a deep breath, and when I pinch your nipples, let it out." Trent caught the gist of where I was going - getting the PIG to relax for the giant cock. I pinched the PIG's nipples as hard as I could and nodded to Trent. He pushed forward, and the entire length and width of his giant cock disappeared into the Asian's hole. Two loud moans came from the hot men - I think both were in absolute ecstasy! I moved over to one of the mirrored walls, and propped myself up on the two cheap pillows they give you, and watched the show. Trent was a good fucker - taking his time, but making the PIG feel every inch of his cock. I found the baggie of T, and couldn't resist giving myself a hefty bump! Damn, the burn felt great in my hole, as I slid my T-covered finger in and out to deposit the meth. "Fuck him, man! Fuck his nasty pighole!" I chanted, while fingering my own. Out of habit, I grabbed a nearby dildo, and easily inserted it in my twitching hole. The chems allowed me to have a sort of "out of body experience," looking at the scene in the mirrors and imagining that I was living in a hot, BB sex video. I slid over next to the PIG and started deep kissing him. This gave Trent a chance to grab the dildo in my ass and start ramming it in and out in rhythm with his own fucking. At one point, I looked up at the mirror on the ceiling, and saw this amazing picture of muscle, skin, leather, rubber, lube and chrome - all enhanced by some very good drugs!!! After a good hour, Trent collapsed on top of the two of us and begged for a break.

I take a ton of anonymous loads and I was wondering what you guys would do. I never ask them who they are unless they are an amazing fuck and I want it again.

Nothing gives me more pleasure lately than whoring out bottom guys and attending sexpartys. Luv the feeling of a true cummy hole.... During my latest exploits I have been cleaning guys dicks after they unload and luv to felch a cummy hole. Have also been hit up by quite a few top guys who want to share bottom guys with me to tag team them. It's all fine with me as I luv to make out with top guys while they r fucking and breeding a bottom slut. It's specially hot when they r about to unload to make out with top guy and clean their dick afterwards? Anybody else enjoys doing this?

As I sit here typing I am wearing my favorite cowboy hat. It was my first time at the local ABS. I had driven by it many times and my imagination ran wild thinking of everything that could be going on in the darkness of that building. I had spent hours reading up stories of anonymous breeding at these places: The anonymity of a glory hole, the pure animal nature of a group of men dumping their loads in a willing cum slut, the promise of dick overload in every dirty corner. Many loads of cum have been stroked out of my own cock imagining myself there. I couldn’t believe I was finally here. I had some “experience” about how these places worked thanks to all the stories told in online forums. I walked through the front door and the attendant looked up from his phone and stared for a bit. I bet he wasn’t used to seeing a cowboy walk in through his door. I had gone all the way with my gear. Threw on my tightest pair of Wranglers, my trusty pair of muddy and beat up cowboy boots, my biggest rodeo buckle and, of course, my cowboy hat. I was ready to ride. These Wranglers make my ass look good, so I was sure it would draw cum-filled cocks my way. I walked around to get a lay of the land. I saw the booths, and saw what I had been hoping to find: glory holes on both sides. Perfect. That was what I needed. There were a couple of guys around, some wearing wedding bands. I got a lot of looks, so I knew the Wrangler ass was working. Making eye contact with a big guy with a full thick beard as he walked into one of the middle booths and closed the door, I walked into the adjoining booth, my heart racing, my dick already starting to push against my tight Wranglers. The sounds and the smell of sex were overloading my senses. The adrenaline was racing, my heart was beating so fast, my cock was screaming to be let out, and my ass was in desperate need of cum. I peeked through the hole and saw my target rubbing his bulge through his jeans. The bulge was looking nice and big, so I tapped the hole as I watched him pull out his cock. I gasped, not because it was big, but because he had a PA. I couldn’t believe it. PAs have been on my fantasy list for a long time, and here it was, about to be coming in through a glory hole for me to enjoy. At the same time, I could hear there was someone else in the other booth on the other side of mine. I was in cum slut mode, so I tapped the other hole and through it came a glistening dick. I turned around to grab it and it was slick and I could tell I wasn’t going to be his first that night. FUCK YEAH. I unbuckled my belt and dropped them to the ground, with the buckle making a loud metal clunk on the floor. The hat was getting in the way, so I put it on the floor beneath me as I backed my ass onto the glistening dick. As I did so, it definitely perked up a bit. He backed out and I put my ass on the partition, with my hole lined up for him to use. As I did this, PA dick popped in through the other hole, right in front of my face. The piggy who designed this place definitely knew what he was doing and I appreciated his efforts. Meanwhile, as I admired the beautiful cock with a thick PA ring, the glistening dick came up against my hole and pushed its way in, poking about a bit. I felt the warmth of the cock head against my back door, but then he backed up and with momentum rammed it into me. This jolt of pain had me putting my mouth on PA dick until I could feel the metal deep down my throat. It stung a bit. I had never taken a pierced dick. I was loving it. My own dick was starting to get wet. I never precum, but this time, FUCK, it was just oozing out. As my ass got used to the dick inside of me, glistening dick got into a rhythm and I worked the PA dick harder. The two men were really getting into using me, and I was no less pleased. The guy in my ass didn’t last very long, and I could hear him groan and felt my insides being covered in the first load of the night. He pulled out of me and walked out of the booth. Damn, that was a good start. Now I could focus on the other dick, and with my ass now thoroughly lubed, I was going to get my fantasy fulfilled by getting bred by a PA dick. I lifted my head off PA Dick, and saw it shining with my spit. The PA reflecting the little light that came in the room. He didn’t move, so this was my queue that he wanted more. I turned around and rubbed my hole on PA Dick. He backed out and I pushed my ass against the partition, and was ready for him, but nothing happened. WTF? I was ready for him to breed me. I turned around and looked through the hole. He was gone. Shit. I won’t be getting a PA load. To be continued...

I just came from the bathhouse in Philly. I saw that a porn star (no names) was here this week. I have never been with a pro before but when I saw who it was I had to do it. I met him at the front door, paid his entrance fee and then paid him as soon as I got to my room. In no time I striped and so did he. Incredible hot toned body and huge cock. I sucked him and he spun me around and shoved his cock in me raw. Before meeting I asked if he was poz and he said he was. I told him that I got off on poz talk when being fucked. So he is pounding away in me, door to room was open because i love an audience when I am getting fucked. He is loudly saying how he is going to breed me with his poz charged load. Guys in the hall were jerking off. A hot guy from the hallway came in and I was double fucked. Then we moved up to the sling and he pounded away in me. When he came in me he grunted then yelled that I was getting his dirty seed and DNA. He shot a huge load in me. We went back to my room and I sucked him and he fucked me some more. Then he fisted me, loosening me up and getting to the point of punch fisting me and double fisting. Then we opened the door again and I sucked him. He said he was ready to cum again so he told me to turn around and take more of his charged seed. Nice cum load again, it was dripping down my legs. Very hot. I expected him to be aloof and not into an older guy like me but he said I had a great ass and loved fucking me. Really nice guy. I would hookup with him again if he comes back (he lives in San Francisco). I will remember that time at the bathhouse forever.

Summer is almost over, and most of the tourists are gone. Around 9:00 PM, when it was already quite dark, I hooked up with a guy online who wanted to take me to the beach. We parked in the parking lot and started making out in his car, and as we did so, he opened my shorts, alternately stroking and sucking my cock. He had a very hot mouth, and as he worked my cock, he reached down between my legs feeling for my hole. Part of me wondered if he wanted to fuck me right there in his car. However, everytime he heard footsteps near us, he deliberately moaned more loudly, which was at odds with my instinct to be more discrete. In any event, I reached over and pulled-out his cock. It was a nice size and seemed to be uncut. He was also leaking a lot of precum. After a while of this, he sat up and suggested "Let's go down to the beach," so we fixed our clothing and walked down towards the ocean. The moon had just started to rise, but it was still pretty dark. Leading the way, he guided me along, a blanket in his hand, and in so doing we passed a few people who were also strolling along. He apparently recognized some as he nodded to a few others, but didn't say anything. Eventually we came to a place where there was a gap in the bushes, and in my eyes it looked like a good place to play because the shadows were deep and we could hide, but instead of placing the blanket in the recesses in the thicket, he placed it right at the mouth of the gap and gestured for me to lie down. When I was reclining there, he helped me out of my shorts. I wasn't wearing any underwear. He got his cock out and got on top of me so we could 69. After a short time of that he got up and turned me over and started to rim me good. He asked me if I liked it, and I said I loved it. He said he couldn't tell because I was being so quiet. He got back to rimming my hole and I let myself moan and groan a little bit louder. All of a sudden he lifted my hips up and knelt behind me. He spoke right out loud, "Your ass is begging for this cock, baby." He slowly started sliding his cock into me. It felt great! He was fucking me slowly, but after a while he started fucking more forcefully. He was panting and grunting, and I heard him say 'Hey'. Turning my head, I could see some shadowy figures standing behind him, watching me get fucked. The guy then moved on, and the fucking slowed back down. After another few minutes the same thing happened. This time I heard some other low voice ask "Hot, man. How's that ass?" My buddy said, "It's great! I'm getting ready to shoot!" And he started really fucking me harder and faster. He grunted loudly and started to fill my guts with his load. His grunts sounded muffled, and I turned to see that the guy watching had stuffed his cock in my buddy's mouth. My buddy had filled my hole, but apparently had something more in mind, as he withdrew and moved slightly, all the time his hand held me still. At this point I felt the other guy's hand on my ass feeling for my hole. "Your turn," my buddy remarked. Without a word, the other guy knelt behind me and slid his big dick into my sloppy hole, fucking hard and fast from the start. My friend ended up straddling me while the guy fucking me sucked him off. After a few minutes of vigorous pounding, the second guy shot his load into my ass. I could hear a few other nearby voices muttering, which told me we had drawn a small audience. Then my buddy groaned really loudly and blew another load all over my back. When we got back to his car I mentioned to him that it seemed he liked having an audience. "That's the hottest thing ever for me," he remarked, and then asked "I hope you didn't mind?" "Not at all. In fact I loved it," I replied, giving him a wide grin. We laughed all the way back to his place.

if the fuck is good, and it usually is, I won't want to cum after he fills my hole up, I want to savor the feeling of him riding me and cumming deep inside. Once in awhile I'll cum while he's fucking me and he's hitting the right spot but I'm all into giving him the pleasure of fucking me. I do moan genuinely, but don't do the "fuck me baby harder, harder" routine.

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Love this posting, makes me feel good to have a nice hairy ass and not worry about being smooth.

It is a powerful callling. One that can't be ignored. I know it to be true.

I am truly versatile. I love so many things about men that I couldn't possibly list them here. So often when we meet people online we find out that they don't quite measure up to their profile, and I'm not even going to discuss the obvious items such as out-of-date pics, body stats, build, weight, and cock size. As a truly versatile gay man the lines between top and bottom get pretty blurred in the broad advertisement in a profile. I know that there are times I want to fuck a nice ass, sometimes I want to be a total butt slut, but most of the time I'm pretty flexible. I believe that a well formed male butt is proof that man was made in the image and likeness of God. So no matter what role I'm in, I like to pay a lot of attention to a guy's ass - which often sends wrong signal because some tops think that I want to fuck them and often top/vers guys impale themselves on my cock. If I'm in, I don't care, I just go with the flow, cool, but if I'm in the mood to get fucked and have gone though the whole cleaning/prep process, my reaction is WTF?. Conversely if I think I'm going to top a guy and he suddenly wants to plow my ass and I'm not properly prepared - well, not good. (Although it has happened that an advertised bottom in a three-way has fucked the hell out of me. Rare but true. Fortunately I was prepared). It's a lot like getting a couple of people to choose a restaurant for lunch. Most people say "I don't care where we go" when they actually have a preference. If I go to a restaurant wanting a steak, and the restaurant advertises 'The best steak in town' and I end-up getting chicken, naturally I'd be disappointed. Not that there is anything wrong with chicken, but I was expecting steak! Most profiles are horribly out of date, but versatile guys in particular should be upfront in their expectations as to what they're in the mood for. Be realistic about what you want and you're physical condition and if some thing changes, and communicate! In the internet world today there is NO excuse for a no show without a message.

Here's another one from boymatt23, damn it's hot. http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Pussy-Bottom-with-a-tiny-dick-Breeding-29091711 Guy with a big old white dick breeds a femmy Latin guy in a bunch of positions. Poz talk around 1:40, awesome cumshot around 9:00. Tons of cum leaks out and goes everywhere. The poz talk is hot... I could be wrong, but it's something like: "You want that poz wad in you?" "Umm, what?"

A lad I met on Craigslist is again back from University, and on Tuesday afternoon I received a text from him, suggesting we hook-up. As is usually the case, I received his text just before midnight -- late enough for his Mum to have gone up to bed. This was to be our third meeting, each of which having been separated from the preceding by a couple of months. This time, he left the door on the latch, and when I let myself in I found him naked, on his knees with his eyes closed. In silence I put the blindfold on him, and restrained his wrists behind his back. "What do you say, boy?" I asked as I unbuttoned my jeans. "Please feed me your cock, Daddy" came the reply. "Good boy." I said as I pushed my bulging jock towards his mouth and nose. He inhaled deeply, and started to lick my throbbing bulge through the fabric. I freed my cock, and slapped his face with it a couple of times whilst his tongue bathed my balls and shaft. I pulled back and teased him running the steel ball closure of my PA over his lips. His tongue darted out to taste my cock head and slowly I fed him more until he was sucking nicely. Whilst he was showing his enthusiasm orally, my hands were busy roaming over his body paying attention to his sensitive nipples and massaging his head as well as occasionally applying a bit of pressure to feed him more, and encouraging him verbally by suggesting "Yeah, you like being Daddy's little cocksucker, don't you boy?" A nod and the way his tongue sped up in probing my cock head was all the reply I needed. "Good boy," I told him as I removed the blindfold and we made eye contact for the first time since just before Christmas when I took his 22 year old cherry. His mouth and tongue were getting me close so I lifted his face off my cock and dribbled a long line of saliva down in to his mouth before kissing him deeply. I helped him stand up, and after another kiss, moved down to his nipples, licking, sucking and gently biting each in turn before I dropped to my knees and swallowed the entire length of his boi-cock in one go making him moan. I took a second to get a couple of fingers wet before resuming his blowjob whilst reaching through his legs to that cute pert bum I'd stretched before, and probed at his hole - gently but firm... Before too long I'd removed the wrist restraints and had him bent over the sofa arm, whilst I was behind him and positioned so my tongue could follow my fingers in making him moan, and soon enough he was begging for it "Fuck me Daddy." "You want my cock in your hole again boy? "Yeah...." "Ask nicely then." "Please fuck my tight hole with your awesome cock Daddy!" "Good boy." It was only his second time, so I was generous with the lube, and took my time getting inside so he'd get used to it and not make too much noise that might wake his mother. Once he had had time to adjust I slowly inched my way in, beginning a gentle rocking motion, that gradually increased the length of each thrust into and withdraw from his hole. Soon he was moaning softly and telling me how he loved being Daddy's little slut. In return I told him how much I loved fucking my special little slut boy, and how good his smooth ass looked with my cock alternately disappeared to it, and re-appearing with each exiting movement as I worked the full length in and out of him. The feeling was incredible: his chute still tight, yet also familiar now, warm and embracing my cock with every thrust. I picked up the pace a little as we were both fucking harder but soon had to back off a bit so as to not cum too soon. I hadn't cum since CumUnion the previous weekend so my balls contained a good nine day load built up which burst out and sprayed on his hole and butt cheeks, before I fucked some of it back in to him, and held there for a few moments as I softened a little. After I licked up some traces of my cum that remained on his smooth arse. It was, as I expected, very sweet. I scooped up a bit that had dripped on to the sofa and fed him some before licking my fingers clean. Then I swallowed his precum covered cock and in just a couple of strokes he unloaded in my mouth. I swallowed most of it but saved a little to snowball with him. After a quick clean up I gathered my bits and dressed. As I was about to leave he kissed me goodbye saying "Thank you, Daddy." "Good boy."

Oh yeah! Definately love a hairy ass. If you have one you really need two because fucking a hairy ass makes you want to lick one also. I especially like a hairy ass covered in cum and watching a bearded guy clean it up with his tongue, that is if I am not the one doing the clean up.

A true cumdump bitch is only interested in getting cock and sperm in his pussy. He couldn't care less who the cock is attached too. His pussy needs blind him.

Here's the next installment, another long build-up. Hope it's not a spoiler, but finally: MORE FUCKING! I promise I'll try to keep going...I've got ideas...it just takes longer to get them worked out as the story gets more complex. _________________________________ Chapter 14)“You don’t have to wait with me,” I said. Mike smiled, shrugged and said, “I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate on anything else anyway.” Mike and I were waiting for my parents to arrive; I’d gotten a text from my mom about a half hour ago that their flight had landed. We sat on the porch swing that hung on the verandah in front of the frat house. It was a pleasant day, a little cool, reminding me that soon the trees would be decked out for fall. I had on a black raincoat and a heavy cotton sweater over jeans and purple t-shirt, but I shivered a little and moved closer to Mike, craving the additional body warmth. Among other things. Not being able to fuck with him was pretty much driving me berserk, last night notwithstanding. He casually slipped his arm around my shoulders and I leaned against him; he was in jeans and a white, long sleeved football jersey along with a dark green zippered hoodie. Almost everyone else was either at the library, the gym or class. I wondered if a note from my parents would excuse me from missing the second session of my western civilization class and the first meeting of the anthropology course I’d signed up for. I saw a dark sedan drive slowly up the street and spotted my mom riding shotgun, Dad in the driver’s seat; the car pulled over. I could see Mom was wearing enormous sunglasses. The car doors opened, so we stood and started down the steps to meet them. Mom, brunette, slim and petite, was dressed in what I thought of as her travelling reporter’s outfit: a simple pale blue top, a multi-colored silk scarf at her neck, navy pantsuit, black ankle boots with a modest heel, topped off with a navy trench coat. Dad, fair-haired, tall and lanky but with a slightly soft belly, was in khakis and an olive green suede blazer with an off-white oxford shirt and a pair of coppery brown brogues. “Darren!” my mother exclaimed in a hoarse voice as soon as she saw me. She left Dad in the dust, running towards me as I moved down the front walk to meet her, then nearly strangled me with a hug. I could feel her shoulders shaking slightly, and knew she was crying. “I’m fine,” I said, my own eyes a little wet, at the same time embarrassed by the display of emotion. “But I’m really glad you’re here.” She pulled back, and gently kissed my bruised cheek. “Is that better?” she said, sniffling and dabbing at her eyes behind their concealing shades with a tissue. “Just what I needed, a mother’s kiss.” She hugged me again, as if needing further reassurance that I was really still in once piece and not irreparably damaged. Dad walked slowly, looking tired and upset. The atmosphere felt a little brittle, so I assumed they’d been arguing. But that was nothing new; they’d disagree, pout for a few days and then finally work it out. I hoped this would be as easily resolved, since it seemed like Mom blamed my dad for my situation, at least in part – and she was fiercely protective of me, her only child. Maybe if I actually read her memoir I’d understand her better, but it felt too icky. From what I’d heard there were reproductions of ultrasounds of me, that she went into the gory details of tracking her periods and scheduling sex with Dad, not to mention the whole IVF thing. I hadn’t even known the book existed until I was 14 and some jerk at school found it and used it to make fun of me, reading passages aloud and posting stuff on Facebook until my mom called his mom and got her to take it away from him with generalized talk of starting a new series of articles on schoolyard bullying and the internet. She decided to go ahead with the articles anyway, which I’d always took to mean that the response she got seriously pissed her off. I turned to my father and said, “Thanks for coming.” He did something very unusual for him: he hugged me. “Of course. There shouldn’t have been any question we’d come, I’m sorry.” Hmm. Maybe that hangdog look wasn’t just an argument with Mom. I think he was embarrassed and guilty that he’d dismissed me and forced me to prove to him I hadn’t concocted the whole thing as an excuse to return to New York. And after all that gave work as a reason he couldn’t come when I asked. I wonder what they’d think when I said I wanted to stay if the question even arose. Meeting Mike and Carlos and Aiden and Aaron and Ike had made all the difference. I turned held out my hand to Mike, who was behind me, and drew him forward. “Mom and Dad, this is Mike, my closest friend here…” Before I could continue, my mother said “I recognize you – you’re…aren’t you one of the young men who saved my son?” her voice cracking. Mike looked a little taken aback. “Yeah, but I had help…” he began. My mother launched herself at him and pulled him into the same strangling hug as she had me. Well she was more or less my height so she couldn’t easily reach his neck, but she might have cracked one of his vertebra or dislocated one of his ribs. Mike looked a little startled but returned her embrace, awkwardly patting her on the back. “Thank you,” she sobbed, over and over again. “I read your book,” Mike said. “I know just how important he is to you, and all of us here care about him a lot.” My mother finally relinquished her grasp, calmed herself and began fishing in her shoulder bag for a fresh tissue. I’d come prepared and handed her the little pack of tissue that I’d put in my jacket pocket. She gave me her “oh my baby is so sweet and thoughtful” look. Ick. My father seemed a little more wary, but extended his hand and added his thanks. “You don’t have to thank me, sir,” Mike said with impeccable manners. I guess his born-again Christian family had valued etiquette. “I couldn’t have done anything else. I’m just sorry the whole thing happened and the worry and upset it’s caused you and Mrs. Leibowitz.” “I’m Mimi to you,” she said with a watery smile. Wow, she’d decided she liked him if she was having him use her nickname already, and hadn’t immediately informed him that she’d kept her maiden name. Mom would be on my side, no problems. “Come in,” I invited them. “Where’s your luggage?” “In the car, angel,” my mom said. “We have hotel reservations, but we can check in later. I couldn’t wait to see you,” she said, giving my arm a squeeze. I could see my parents appraising the house as we entered, the slightly battered parquet floor in the entry hall and the communal living room with its worn but comfortable furniture upholstered in brown, beige and yellow plaid, cream colored walls devoid of decoration, threadbare muddy brown carpet, a banged up coffee table and a scattering of mismatched chairs. All the stuff was probably at least 20 or 25 years old. Aiden, in a skin-tight shirt that showed off his muscles (thankfully with a pair of baggy sweat pants) was curled up on the sofa reading, but put down his text book and stood to greet us. I made the introductions, and like clockwork he was offering refreshments. “We have Danish and muffins, coffee, juice, tea, water…?” “We don’t want to interrupt your study time,” my mom said. “Not a problem,” Aiden reassured. It was as if they would starve if he didn’t feed them. Immediately. “Some coffee would be welcome then,” my dad said, looked at my mom for confirmation, and at her nod added, “make it two.” There was a slightly awkward pause as we waited; I motioned for them to have a seat, and they each took one of the two armchairs that made a group with the sofa, where I’d seated myself. Great. Not sitting together and me right in the middle. “Why don’t I go help Aiden,” Mike said, tactfully exiting. I felt like screaming DON’T LEAVE ME YOU COWARD! Tact is overrated. “How was the trip?” I said to fill up the quiet. “Okay,” Dad said. “We were able to get an early flight,” my mother added. “You must be exhausted,” I said. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hotel, or at least lie down?” Attempting to put off the inevitable… “We’re tired, but not sleepy if that makes any sense,” my mom said. I could see that her eyes were red and slightly puffy now that the sunglasses were off. “And we really need to find out…” Dad started. “Here we go,” said Aiden who was carrying a tray with five mugs of coffee, a carton of milk, a box of sugar, some spoons and napkins with the tell-tale Dunkin’ Donuts logo. Mike followed him with boxes of doughnuts and muffins. I assumed that this was courtesy of Daddy Scorpio or another of the Gang of Five. Saved by the coffee service. Phew! It isn’t that I didn’t want to talk to them. I just wasn’t quite ready and especially didn’t want to do it alone. The next few minutes were taken up with coffee preferences and selecting something to eat. That my mom unbent enough to eat a blueberry muffin, the closest thing to the healthy fare she mandated at home, told me that she was pretty fatigued. I felt a pang; maybe I shouldn’t have insisted that they immediately come here, it could have waited. But that wasn’t true – we had to get ahead of the curve. If we delayed those slippery bastards would figure out a way to stonewall the entire thing. Now was the time to strike, while they were scared, disorganized and hopefully hadn’t yet contacted the university president or the dean or whoever and put their own spin on everything that had happened. After we’d all sipped coffee and nibbled at muffins or Danish for a few minutes in silence, my Dad said “We need to talk about what happened, Darren. And find out just what the hell is going on…” His voice had gotten progressively louder and more agitated. “Ken, darling,” my mother interrupted. “We agreed that we’d speak about this calmly.” “I’m calm,” he grumbled. “Not if you’re already starting to shout and curse.” “I wasn’t shouting,” he said irritably. “Maybe Aiden and I should leave you alone,” Mike said. “No!” I exclaimed immediately. I answered my father’s thousand yard stare (he could give hardened prison inmates a run for their money) by saying “They’re my friends and this involves them, too. So we can talk while they’re here.” The trick with my dad was to come straight back at him. Otherwise, he’d flatten you like a steamroller. He clutched his hair in his right hand and gave an explosive breath, then breathed more deeply and said. “Fine. Please tell us what’s going on,” he said with an air of enforced calm, glancing at my mom who nodded her approval. “You should know that we decided we had to watch the entire video you sent.” That’s what Mom meant when she said she recognized Mike. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. It was a little too close for comfort, but then again my mom had written in detail about her menstrual periods in The New York Times. “It was…shocking,” said my mother, gently, clearly tamping down her reaction. “You kept saying that the situation was complex, sweetie. Can you explain it to us now that we’re here?” “It’s kind of a long story. Mike, Aiden, feel free to add stuff or correct me, you’ve been here longer.” I told them my edited version of events. I have to give it to them, they managed to keep quiet while I explained how the entire fraternity had been subjected to the same kind of abuse that I had been, and that it had been covered up by the Gang of 5. “In other words, the football coach, the dean of students and the heads of the major academic departments treat this fraternity like it’s a harem of young men for their personal pleasure?” my mother said, outrage spiking her voice. So much for calm discussion. “Pretty much, Mom.” “Why the fuck did your ‘friends’ choose YOU to be the one to blow this up?” my father erupted. “I volunteered when they told me what was going on.” I said back as calmly as I could. My dad was yanking at his hair again. “Why did you do that?” he said in a tone of resigned despair. If he wasn’t cursing, he was really at the end of his rope. Time to go in for the kill. “Because the actual situation is even worse,” I answered furiously, finally losing my temper. “The coach is HIV positive, and he’s deliberately had unsafe sex with every single member of this frat. Including me.” That shut them up. Both of them looked stunned. “I’m on medication to stop it, I got it in time. Mike made sure I got there in time,” I corrected myself. “That’s why it had to be me. Coach Zetcher controls the flow medications to frat members to keep them in line. Most of these guys can’t tell their families and can’t afford the medication without his help. I can do both.” More silence. “The way it works is that after a pledge is infected, he’s basically imprisoned in this house, and the dean and heads of major academic departments are allowed to do whatever they like with him sexually in return for altering attendance records and bringing him class work. Otherwise, the logical thing to do as soon as possible would be get treatment before the virus can take hold. And as far as I know once seroconversion happens, they kind of lose interest in the new guy, and go looking elsewhere.” Aiden and Mike offered confirmatory nods. My parent’s faces were ashen. “How long has this been going on?” my dad finally asked. “About twelve years,” Mike answered. “This is one hell of a mess,” my father said. “That’s the understatement of the century,” my mom added. Dad visibly steeled himself. “You have more video?” “Yeah,” I said. “We got all five of them.” He sighed deeply. “I’m going to have to get an associate and a paralegal here and make this an official pro-bono case at my firm on an emergency basis, and get someone else to act as lead. I can’t work on this at all past today. Any defense attorney with any sense will use that you’re my son to try and counter my legal arguments. Oh, God, I have to resign from the board here, too.” “Can’t you just cut a deal?” I asked. “You know, get some money for everyone affected and demand the resignations of the faculty members?” “Darren, this is criminal activity. I can’t cover it up or I risk my entire career. All the members of the fraternity are going to have to give statements to the police.” I made a face, and shot an apologetic look at Mike and Aiden, neither of whom looked happy. Interpreting Mike and Aiden’s expressions correctly my dad said, “The police will be discrete. But right now we’re going to pay a call on the Chancellor,” my father finished, grimly. “I need you and Mike to come with us.” “Better take a copy of the video,” said Aiden who left us to go retrieve it from the room he shared with Carlos. Quentin James, the Chancellor (to whom I took an instant dislike), was a tall, unctuous, well-groomed silver-haired man who oozed greasy charm. His office seemed to me to be over-furnished with ostentatiously expensive modern furniture and art. The frat house we lived in was all beat up, and this guy was blowing the money from our tuition on glossy, trendy Eurotrash furnishings and décor. So it was gratifying to watch him not only suck up to my parents after we arrived, but then all but hyperventilate when they explained to him why we were there, and show him a brief clip of the video. He stuttered, “But…but…no…no complaints have been made about anything like this before. How could we have known if the students affected haven’t stepped forward?” I glanced at Mike and did a double-take; I could see the rage radiating off him. “What about Alan Jennings?” he demanded. “Alan Jennings made wild, unsubstantiated accusations…” the Chancellor stopped, his eyes wide with horror. “And now they’re substantiated,” Mike snapped. “You can’t hide behind not knowing when you refused to look.” “Oh my God,” the Chancellor said, as the reality was borne in on him. “We’ll have to find him and apologize and reinstate his scholarship…” “Too late,” Mike bit out. “He committed suicide this past summer.” The silence was thick and heavy. Mike’s fury made me wonder what his relationship with Alan Jennings had been – was I his replacement? “So, Quentin,” my dad said, “you now have a huge pile of crap to deal with. I’m going to resign from the Board of Advisors, and I suggest you convene a meeting of the faculty and administration as soon as possible. I can’t be involved on either side beyond today because of my connections here at the University and that my son is a victim of multiple crimes at the hands of your faculty members, and likely lead plaintiff in what’s going to be the class action law suit of the century.” “I’m terribly sorry, Darren, about what you’ve been through…” the Chancellor began. “That’s sweet,” I interrupted, “but if you’d listened and investigated earlier it wouldn’t have happened.” “Let’s be clear: we’re not here just because it’s our son,” my mother said, her voice trembling with barely contained fury. “Every one of those boys – no, those beautiful young men is somebody’s son. And this institution has failed miserably at ensuring their physical and emotional safety.” “Ms. Sachs, please, don’t tell me you’re going to write about this.” “Once the investigation is under way, just try and stop me.” “I’m going to tap one of my colleagues to represent my son and his friend’s interests. You should expect to hear from Geoffrey Ward and I assume that he will receive your full cooperation,” he said with his best aggressive smile that wasn’t at all warm. Uncle Jeffy! It’d be as good as having Dad represent us. He wasn’t really my Uncle, but he and my dad had been roommates at Yale law and our families spent a lot of time together. As we walked out of the building Dad took Mom’s hand, then turned and smiled at me and Mike. “I’ve never liked that guy, and told them not to hire him. With any luck, he’ll be out on his ass along with other garbage.” My parents drove to check in at their hotel and insisted on taking Mike and me out for lunch. They dropped us at the house and went back to the hotel to begin work: Dad on his phone while using a work station in the hotel’s business center, setting up arrangements for Uncle Jeffy along with a reasonably sized staff come and set up shop. Mom had already called The New York Times to alert them to the situation so that they could send a crime reporter. She was planning to work on a first draft of a column on her ever-present laptop. They said they’d come to the house that night and order a Chinese food banquet for everyone. When in doubt, feed them was my mom’s motto. Mike had organic chemistry lab that afternoon. And as it worked out, I was able to get to my anthropology seminar after all. We were all interviewed by the police after the legal team arrived; my medical records were offered as proof, though the video was incontrovertible evidence. The legal wheels began to grind, slowly but steadily. My parents ended up staying for the entire week. Every night they made sure that we were all well-fed: pizza one night, barbecue another, deli sandwiches, and then for Friday night my mom made her world-famous sloppy joes along with French fries and ordered an immense chocolate cake for dessert, with a large salad as the nod towards healthful eating. Needless to say, Mom and Dad were very popular. As they were getting ready to leave my dad said to me, “I don’t know, I’m still not 100% sure about your staying here.” “Ken, I think he’ll be fine here. And if I feel good about it, then it has to be safe for him.” “You mean this little Rottweiler we birthed?” he said throwing his arm around my shoulders and giving me an affectionate squeeze. “I’m not worried about him. It’s these guys,” he said, gesturing at Mike, Aiden, Carlos, Aaron and Ike who’d come to see them off. “Do you realize what you’re getting yourselves into?” They exploded with laughter, while I looked at my dad through narrowed eyes and said, “You are so not funny,” while trying not to laugh myself. A week later, we had a fraternity-members only party. Some former members who didn’t live too far away came, too. I’d been elected social director, so I decided that Aiden, Aaron and I would get things started by doing a karaoke version of last summer’s hot song “Bang, Bang,” with me taking Jesse J’s lines, Aiden took Arianna Grande’s part and Aaron committed to learn Nikki Minaj’s rap. We all wore tight jeans and t-shirts, flirting with the crowd. And that was all it took to set in motion our first monthly orgy. Even though he’d been relieved of his faculty position, was out on bail, and not supposed to be within 50 feet of any of us, we managed to smuggle in Larry, our newest cum slut recruit. Having finally been freed of all inhibitions, he was completely insatiable. Making up for lost time I guess. There was a line of guys waiting to bang him, even though he was on his back, one guy fucking his ass, another getting sucked and rimmed by him, a third and fourth in his hands and the fifth rubbing his dick against Larry’s torso. They kept shifting positions: as soon as the guy in his ass unloaded, the one who was being sucked and rimmed shoved his dick up the formerly straight ass, the guy who’d been rubbing his dick against Larry’s torso was at his mouth, one of the hand jobs moved to his chest, and one of the guys waiting in line grabbed the unoccupied hand and guided it to his dick. Larry must have taken about 50 loads that night. Personally, I passed on doing it with him. I was more into being fucked after my enforced anal celibacy. I started with Mike in one of the arm chairs. We undressed each other, I straddled him in the chair and then we were kissing, his hands running over my back and torso, his fingers slipping down to tease my ass. My back arched, and his lips replaced his hands on my chest as he supported me. I sat and rubbed my asshole over his rapidly hardening cock; we were both so hot for it after waiting two weeks for me to heal (on orders from the grumpy nurse practitioner) that we didn’t need a heck of a lot of foreplay. He’d snagged a jar of Vaseline, and was putting a glob of it on and in my butthole, while I rubbed some of the greasy stuff over his huge, twitching, drooling dick. Then I was positioning myself so that the head of his cock was pressed up against my tight hole, and I began to push down. It burned like the first time, which made it like a new beginning: losing my virginity — TAKE TWO, AND………….ACTION!!!!! Mike kept me from going too fast, concerned that I’d hurt myself again. So I pushed steadily, feeling my body reshape to accommodate that thick piece of meat. Finally I could tell I was fully impaled on his rod from the feel his pubic hair against my butt. We were panting and kissing feverishly; my dick was hard and oozing because his dick was hitting my internal hotspot. I rose up a little with his hands supporting my thighs and then down. “OH, honey, that’s incredible,” he whispered in my ear. Like always, even though there were guys all around us having sex and not being quiet about it, we could have been alone, so intense our connection. I rose again, and since he was holding me, I could let one hand dangle behind me, trailing over his balls as I rose and fell, gradually faster, the pressure building until he couldn’t hold still and began thrusting up as I pushed down, both of us grunting, moaning, humping, straining until Mike gave an incoherent shout, slammed hard against me, wrapped his arms around me as he shot a two-day load of cum inside me. I was stroking and tickling his balls, wanting every drop, though I doubted this would be the only time we’d fuck that night. I wouldn’t stop rocking on his dick as he gasped with the pleasure of the satiny embrace of my asshole milking him dry, and then I was shooting my own load between us, splashing our chests and even hitting both our faces. I sagged against him and we kissed languidly. “I’ve really missed that,” I murmured in his ear. He didn’t answer, just stroked my back with long, gentle caresses. I pulled off of him, stood and then felt a pair of warm muscular arms going around me, and a pair of hands covering my eyes. “Guess who this is,” a familiar voice – immediately identifiable as Carlos by his Spanish accent – whispered in my ear. “Uh, Rafael Nadal?” I said teasingly. “No, I got a better ass than his.” “Ooh, Rafael Alancar?” I joked. I’d discovered some of his vids – all disappointingly with condoms – online one night while I was trying to relieve my sexual tensions. “No, my dick is WAY bigger than his.” “Then it has to be Carlos,” I said and pushed back against him. His dick was probably bigger than any porn star’s, and best of all he was right here with me. And a complete sweetheart, not some drug-addled shithead who was more interested in showing off than in fucking. “Third time’s the charm,” he said as I turned in his arms, and our lips met, then our tongues as we tore into one another. He grabbed me and hoisted me so that my legs were wrapped around his waist. He was strong enough to carry me to the sofa, where he knelt, never breaking the kiss, his hands free now to stroke and pet, massaging the cum on my chest into my skin, licking it off my face while his immense dick pressed against me in the crease where my thigh met the groin. My hands were going crazy, touching every inch of his smooth, muscular body that I could reach. He moved to kiss my neck, kissing, licking, biting; I slipped a hand between us and played with his huge, low-hanging balls, and was able to just graze his butthole with my fingers. That made him groan, and kiss me more forcefully; then he stood and was turning his back, pushing that beautiful, round bubble ass in my face for me to worship. Aaron joined us, licking Carlos’ dick. Carlos reached back, and pulled my head more securely against his ass and ordered, “That’s it, baby, lick that man’s asshole, eat me.” “I want to try something new with him,” Aaron said, and whispered in Carlos’ ear as I continued my ass worship, sniffing deeply his pungent, masculine scent, licking, kissing and then sticking my tongue up inside his asshole. He moved away, playing with his dick which was leaking pre-cum, and Aaron brought his dick to my lips and fucked my face for a minute. He kissed me on the mouth, and then licked it, enjoying the taste and smell of Carlo’s ass. Then Aaron was sitting next to me. “Sit on my cock, Darr,” he ordered. He didn’t have to ask twice; he slid in easily with the mixture of Mike’s cum and the Vaseline easing the way. Then I felt another dick probing at my butthole. I jumped, startled, and that’s when Carlos wrapped his arms around me, and began to push his dick inside me right on top of Aaron’s. “I’m not sure about this,” I said. “Relax, baby, relax,” Carlos murmured, his arms tightening. “I know you can take it, and it’s going to be awesome. You’re going to get the best prostate bang and two hot loads inside your sweet little hole.” His dirty talk made me want it now, no matter how hard it was going to be. Carlos pushed in steadily while Aaron and I kissed open-mouthed. Finally I could feel the root of Carlos’ immense cock against me, and he drew back slowly and then pushed inside of me. And again…and again…faster, harder. Aaron was moaning and thrusting and it was as if fireworks were going off inside of me. Carlos had not been kidding, I was getting the prostate rub of my life as they fucked me. Aaron was first, voicing a grunt that got progressively louder, “Unh, Unh, Unh…UNHHAAAAAAOH, I’m cumming!” he groaned. That set off Carlos, whose thrusts went wild, ramming against me, not letting up on the pace until he rammed against me and froze, shouting in Spanish. And that set me off, my prostate, which had been thoroughly pummeled, releasing another load. Aaron reached down and played with my balls, while Carlos thrust in and out while my sphincters clenched and released. We collapsed in a sweaty heap on the sofa. I felt languid, satiated for the time being, and even though I was in a room full of men noisily having sex, I leaned against Aaron, closed my eyes and drifted into a light sleep.

Went Adult Bookstore over lunch hour. Customers there are 99.9% Black. There was a decent crowd today and i was the only white guy. Walked in, hole pre-lubed, stripped down to jock and went face down, ass up on bench in main room. Ten to twelve guys fucked me, five loaded me. For the most part these were aggressive, rough fucks.

Damn, this is one hot story-line! Can't wait for the next chapter!

Unexpected Pig Below is a rundown of events from yesterday. Still can't believe it happened, and wanted to write it up so other kinky fuckers can hear about it. A bottom buddy that we've played with in the past reached out to see if we wanted company. Lately, we've been more open to top guests because I love seeing my guy get fucked, but hubby said he was very interested in fucking our friend - we will call him #1, so we made plans for him to come over to our place. Shortly before he arrived, we got a text from another buddy we used to play with but who had since moved away - we will call him #2. He was in town and was looking to hang out. After negotiating that everyone was game, he decided to head over. Very quickly everyone was comfortable with each other and we began making out and feeling each other up. Clothes began to fly and tongues found their way to asses and cocks. After a bit of foreplay, I wanted to get into #1. Hubby and I have been adventurous for most of our relationship, but we've always played safely. This time however, though available, no condoms were ever requested. So as I slide into #1's tight ass, I see #2 sitting down on hubby's cock, raw. Spent some time working on #1's hole. At some point, I spun #1 around so that he was facing #2 who by now was bent over being rear ended by my guy. Hubby and I were on opposite sides of the bed, each balls deep in a bare hole. After some good pumping action, we switched so that I was fucking #2 and hubby was in #1. Over the next two and a half hours, I was the only strict top and I fucked each of the other three holes. Guy #1 was a strict bottom and got fucked by all three cocks. Hubby and Guy 2 were both vers. So every possible combination was explored and in the end I fucked the cum outta hubby while he was in the sling. He needed a recharge so he let #1 take his place in the sling. #2 fukd #1 as I knelt down to get a good close up view of the cock sliding into that hole. Before long #2 was picking up the pace on his thrusts and he began to seed #1. Soon I could tell that #2's orgasm had passed and as he withdrew his still rock hard cock from #1's slimy hole, I licked the tip to taste the boy hole and cum. This really charged me as I also decided to tongue #1's ass to taste the cum, so I stood up and dumped my 3 day load in #1. I looked down to see that #1 had a pool of his own cum on his tummy. After a lull in the action, our guests showered up and decided to head out as it was getting late and we all had things to do the next morning. Hubby and I headed to bed and I fell asleep quite quickly. Apparently, guy #2 continued to sext with hubby after I fell asleep. Hubby, still horny and without any loads in his ass, got on Grindr and called over a hung top. I wake up to the guy eating out my hubby ass just before he begins to fuck him, just inches away from me in my bed. It took me a moment to get my bearings, but when I realized that hubby had found another hookup, I was ready to join in the fun. I quickly helped spread hubby's as cheeks so the top dude could get deeper in him. Before long, I was taking a turn sliding into my hubbys loosening hole, while top buddy fed hubby cock straight from his ass. Hubby was getting really worked up, and piggy. Our top buddy took my place pounding hubby. "Dude, fuck me as hard as you want" hubby encourages our buddy, and with that he starts really piston fucking him. The cadence of the thrusts hinted that he was getting close to cumming. Next thing I know, without any discussion about it, he said, "I'm cumming in him", while he looked at me in the eye. As he pulled out of my hubby's hole, I quickly replaced his cock with my tongue. The musk of hubby's ass, combined with this dudes load was more than I could handle. I stood up, shoved my cock into his cum slicked hole, and with 3 strokes began to coat the inside of hubby's ass with his second load in as many minutes. Top buddy was in a hurry so he was quick to head to the door and it was now 3:00 am. As hubby came back upstairs after showing him out the door, I started fucking him again. I churned the loads in his ass for a good 15 or 20 minutes while he looked for another top to come and seed him. Sadly nothing on Grindr worked out, so I bred his ass one more time before calling it a night. This was the first time we've ever done something like this. I've been encouraging him to get more piggy and get fucked without me more. He seems to be embracing that inner pig.

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

Where can I find a party like this. Hope there is more to cum.

I need to get to a party like this!

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As promised, here's some of the good stuff. Plan for more to come...pun intended. ______________________________________________________________________ Chapter 2 “Sons of the Scorpion, is everything at the ready?” intoned the Leader (as I had named the older guy in my head). I did my best not to giggle (talk about inappropriate laughter) at his oratorical tone as if he was a high priest or something, but a snicker escaped me. The Leader stopped and looked down at me. “Do not mock us,” he said in a harsher tone. “For soon you will be one of us.” I restrained further laughter and an eye roll with difficulty, but he seemed seriously peeved with me. And Mike unobtrusively nudged my right leg with his foot, which I took to be a warning. I’d play along with whatever weird game these guys were into, but it was hard to take them seriously with all this rigmarole. Sons of the Scorpion? If these guys were into astrology, then they were in for a rude shock. I was not a Scorpio – my birthday was in August, I was a Virgo. “Yes, all is ready Father,” intoned all the others, including Mike. “Is the novice you have brought before us fully prepared, Prefect? And is he truly a virgin?” “Yes he is, Father,” replied Mike. Wow, Mike had a title. “Then let us begin the initiation,” the Leader…oops, I mean “Father of the Sons of the Scorpion” intoned. “Acolytes, begin the Communion of Lust.” Exactly 10 guys stepped forward; all were on the short side (like me, probably no more than 5’8” or 5’9”), but every build from slightly chubby to swimmer’s to muscle-boy, smooth to lightly hairy and a mix of races. That diversity thing. They walked towards the platform; I recognized the first one to reach me, he had chestnut hair and bright blue eyes, I think his name was Aaron? I cudgeled my fuzzy brain for a clue as to how I knew that, and then I remembered: when I first came in, he’d been cuddled up with some guy and necking so deeply that it looked like they were trying to lick each others' tonsils. They stopped long enough for an introduction. One of his companions, a little blond muscle guy also approached, and they took the silk sheet off of me, and carefully folded it as if it were an American flag. They handed the silk sheet to the Lea…Father, and then returned to me, each taking one of my legs, putting them in the stirrups, and then bound them in place with more velvet rope. “Now, just a second here,” I shouted. The entire room went still and I saw Mike bury his face in his hands. “SILENCE!” roared the Father. “Look, Daddy Scorpion, I’m not one of your ‘sons’ so don’t take that tone with me.” “You are even less than one of my sons at the moment, so do not blaspheme in this space,” the Father said in a cold tone. “Continue the Communion,” he said. I heard a click, and felt a jar. I lifted my head, and a portion of the platform had been lowered. Aaron knelt before me, leaned forward, pressed his face into my ass and took a loud sniff, then exhaled sharply over my hole. I gasped at the feeling, and immediately my dick stirred. Next, he began to kiss my anus, teasing little touches that made me quiver and squirm. I’d never felt anything like it, never dreamed I could feel anything like it. Then he added his lips, his tongue, and I felt his tongue penetrate me. By now I was panting and fully erect. “Yes,” said the Father. “He will make an excellent acolyte, a true Brother in Lust” I wasn’t laughing now. Aaron stood, walked over to me, and kneeled over my face, flipped up the back of his loin cloth and pushed his ass over my nose. I tried to turn my head, but the Father knelt and held my head in place. At the same moment, I felt and heard another of the – what did he call them? – Acolytes, that’s it, repeating the routine that Aaron had initiated. “This is your initiation into our communion,” he said. “Do not resist, or there will be consequences.” Since I was tied up and in no position to argue, I decided I’d better not push this guy. He was seriously cray-cray, obviously, and I needed to cooperate so I’d get out of here in one piece. “Yes, inhale deeply the scent of a true Acolyte of the Scorpion.” I did as he told me. Actually, Aaron didn’t have a heck of a lot of scent. He was scrupulously clean, though there was a trace of musk. “My son Aiden, continue the ritual of communion. Initiate, you will now pay further tribute to my son: kiss his ass, the Omphalos of Pleasure.” I did as he asked, while Aaron squirmed above me, and pushed his firm, round butt against my mouth. “Lick it!” the Father ordered. “Abandon yourselves to the osculum infame, the obscene kiss. Do not be content with the lips of his asshole – bury your tongue inside of him.” Aaron whimpered with pleasure as I followed the orders I was given, humping on my tongue, and chanting “Ave libidinem” breathlessly. “Take him in your mouth,” the Father ordered, and Aaron leaned forward and closed his mouth over my aching dick. “Do not allow him to discharge, but take him to the edge.” Aaron was a world-class cocksucker. He had this way of licking with his tongue as his head bobbed up and down on me. I moaned, nearing climax, and Aaron immediately stopped. “Excellent, my son,” the Father praised him. “Bring the receptacle for his seed,” he ordered. What felt like a glass dish was placed on my chest. “Spill your cum into the dish, so that it may join with the others when the time has come,” I heard Father Scorpio say. I couldn’t tell if he meant me, but since my hands were otherwise occupied, I assumed he didn’t expect me to think myself to orgasm, though this was incredibly erotic as it turned out. Who would’ve thunk it? Aaron was rubbing his ass against my lips, pressing as hard as he could; from the sounds and his movements, I gathered that he was beating himself off and going to ejaculate into the dish. And then what would they do with it? Ugh, I hope they weren’t expecting me to drink it. I had a world-class gag reflex, and would likely vomit it back up. Aaron’s movements were getting more frantic, he was grunting and gyrating, and then I heard him moan, and felt his cum shoot on my chest, just beyond the dish. “Gather it up, do not lose a drop,” the Father ordered. “Place it in the receptacle.” I felt a sucking sensation and heard a wheeze, like a squeeze bottle. Aaron turned around and kissed me full on the mouth, then got down from the platform. The little stud muffin blond took his place kneeling over me, and yet another of the Acolytes was working on my ass. Each of the 10 Acolytes was called forward and repeated the ritual (what else could I call it) down to the letter, though most of them managed to hit the “receptacle.” After the final one finished, the glass dish was taken off my chest. Mike kneeled next to me. “How do you like your initiation?” he whispered against my ear. I just groaned in reply, glad it was over. My erection was painful; the only other time I’d been anywhere near as turned on was when one of high school BFs and I had experimented with a 69 position, sucking each other’s dicks. That was kid’s play compared to this, but at the time it felt so wild. “I will deposit the Acolytes’ seed in the initiate,” said the Father, and I raised my head as far as I could. He was kneeling between my legs, holding the dish, and what looked like a nasal syringe. He put it in the dish full of semen, and drew all of it in. With an evil grin, he inserted the nozzle in my ass. “Your first seed of the night,” he said. “No, not there,” I begged. “Please, I’ll do anything.” “You will do as I say,” he said, “including taking this holy, charged, seed. It is your first gift.” He pushed the bulb, and I felt the slippery stuff go inside of me. “Now, while it is fresh, Prefect, begin,” he declaimed. Mike kneeled over my face as had each of the acolytes, and took off his loin cloth. He pressed his asshole over my nose. Unlike the Acolytes, his butt was quite musky, the odor strong. I tried to turn away, but he crossed his ankles behind my head, and kept it in place. “Yes,” hissed the Father. “Inhale the scent of a true man, a true Son of the Scorpion. You will be his consort to do with as he pleases.” I could hardly breathe; he changed the angle slightly, and his ass was over my mouth. “Kiss him, lick him, worship he who will be your lover, your master. Do not hold back, you must experience ever scent, every taste, every touch. Ave libidinem!” he shouted. “Fratres, in cupiditate” answered all the others, including Mike, was pressing his ass hard against my mouth. I had no choice, I kissed his ass, then licked it, then inserted my tongue in his rectum. He jolted and moaned, reached back, and pulled my face into his butt. “Yes, Ave libidinem,” Mike chanted, and was answered by the assembly. The he released my held, and turned around. His dick looked immense; it was veiny and thick and twitching. Pre-cum drooled from the tip. I saw that on his right hip he had a tattoo – a scorpion superimposed over that odd symbol that was on the sheet that had covered me earlier. Mike brought the dripping head to my mouth, and I knew what was expected. I parted my lips, and he inserted his already hard dick in my mouth and began to thrust. Predictably, I began to choke, but he didn’t let up, kept pressing it on me. Tears ran down my face, and I was certain I would pass out or vomit. “Do not discharge in his mouth,” the Father intoned. Phew, I thought, as the hard dick was taken out of my mouth just in time. “Place it in his boy cunt, his hole. Breed him, bring him into the light of positivity and out of the darkness of negativity. Join your seed and his blood so that you may be one, and he will be one with us.” What! Bareback? Were these people crazy? “No,” I screamed. “Stop, please stop…” Mike released my legs, and took them over his shoulders, I tried to struggle, and the Father leaned down and slapped my face. “Do not resist. This is your place in our brotherhood. This is your place in the world from this moment forward, and you will revel in it.” Mike leaned forward to kiss away my tears, and whispered in my ear “I’ll make it good for you, I promise.” He kissed my lips, and I had a sudden stabbing memory of being in his bed, exchanging the same melting kisses. And somehow my erection hadn’t subsided, even though I was frightened. I wondered if they’d done something to make that happen – Viagra? Mike pulled back, and I saw him push down his rigid dick, and he began to push it against my anus. I flinched, but he held me in place. “Look at me, Darrell,” he said. His eyes were mesmerizing, sherry brown and the expression on his face was one of sheer bliss. He pushed past all resistance, and it felt as if a burning brand had been put inside of me. I whimpered again, and he stroked my dick and balls as he went in further and further, invading me, taking over all my senses. Finally, I felt his balls and pubic hair against my tender, depilated skin. Then he drew back, and pushed in again. It hurt, but now it felt like he was hitting a hot spot inside of me that I didn’t know was there. Again, and again, over and over, his thrusts growing stronger, and we both began to pant. It was as if no one else was there, time had stopped, and the only important thing was the sex that we were having. I realized that sex was too tame and pallid a word; this was a mating, I would be his, already was if I were to be honest. He seemed to sense the shift, or maybe it was because I was angling my hips towards him, joining in his rhythm. “Ave libidinem,” he said. “Say it with me.” And he leaned over, and began to lick my nipples, and then kiss and lick my neck and ears – my other hotspots. The words tore out of me, “Ave libidinem!” I screamed, over and over again. Distantly I could hear that everyone in the room had joined our chant, and then over it I heard a voice that sounded like mine shouting “Yes, fill me, breed me, don’t stop! Give me your cum, I want it! I need it!” Mike’s thrusts picked up in speed and force. He was ramming his dick against me, and I could hear him began to grunt with each thrust. The harder he fucked me, the closer I came to my own orgasm, and he hadn’t touched me after he had fully embedded his dick in my ass. Finally he slammed against me even harder and roared “Ave libidinem! He is mine!” He gave three final thrusts against me; I could feel his dick swell and spasm inside me, felt his warm sperm coating my insides and that pushed me over the edge. I began to come like a geyser, my own semen splashing in my face. Mike had collapsed on top of me, and I could feel his heartbeat still racing. We were both panting, the others were still chanting, but nothing but this man who had taken me and in the process given me such unbelievable pleasure really registered. He braced himself on his elbows, and kissed me ravenously. My Father in Lust untied my arms. He gave me a wicked grin, then commanded, “Again. Meld all the seed inside him, mix the DNA together and ensure that he receives the gift. Ave libidinem.”

My eyes were bulging, not just from the potent hot rail I had just snorted, but also from staring at this guy’s super thick cock, and wondering if I’d be able to handle that monster fucking my hole. He must have noticed that I was checking out his big cock because he said, “Wait’ll you see it fully hard.” I just said, “Oh, my god !” And, he laughed. “Don’t worry. In a few minutes you’ll be begging for it. By the way,” he said, “My name’s Trex, you know, like, ’T-Rex ?” “Glad to meet you. I’m Daniel.” Trex walked over to the closet, and unlocked two padlocks, then slid open the door. Inside, there were a couple of steel filing cabinets that were placed side by side, both of them padlocked, as well. After unlocking one of them, he slid open the top drawer and took out a bubbler, a torch, and a very large baggie. Damn ! Was that two 8-balls, or three, or more ! He carefully loaded the pipe, then handed the torch, a lighter, and the pipe to me, telling me, “Here. Work on this for a minute while I get some other things ready. We need to get your hole stretched out a little before I go in there.” I flicked the lighter and lit the torch, then placed the lighter on one of the shelves that was conveniently built into the wall, within easy reach from the sling. As I applied the torch to the bowl, I watched the shards quickly melt into a puddle. Then, I pulled the torch away, and rolled the bowl back and forth, letting the liquid Tina coat most of the inside surface of the bowl. All the while, I tried to keep one eye on Trex, curious to see what was going to happen next. I moved the torch under the bowl, and watched the Tina quickly start to swirl as I continuously rolled the bowl back and forth and moved the torch away, then back under it again, while slowly sucking the clouds down into the bong water, then up the short glass rod, and deep into my lungs, before cutting off the torch and blowing out a huge white cloud. Holy fuck ! I could easily tell that there was a world of difference between this high powered Tina and the stuff I was used to doing. Just this one hit (along with the hot rail I had done) had my heart pounding, and I felt like I was ready for anything. While I leaned over and placed the bubbler and the torch onto the shelf, Trex was unlocking another file cabinet drawer. He rummaged around for a minute, then pulled out what looked like an average size black dildo. He also had a bottle of poppers and a bottle of lube. “Let’s get you opened up a little before I fuck you,” he said. Man, that sounded good to me, considering the girth of that BBC that was slapping against his leather chaps with each step he took. What I thought was a dildo, turned out to be an inflatable butt plug, in its deflated state. As Trex gave the rubber bulb numerous squeezes, he informed me that the butt plug was 8” long by 6” around, and that it would inflate to a maximum of 9” long and 10” around. He must have seen the doubtful look on my face as I stared at the butt plug, which was now fully inflated. “Calm down,” he said. “We won’t be going that big………….unless you want to.” With that, he hit the release valve, and the butt plug quickly returned to its original size. “Okay, Danny boy; let’s try this out,” Trex said. “But, first, let’s get you flying a little higher.” He fired up the torch and handed it to me, along with the bubbler. In just a few seconds, Trex had the butt plug lubed up, and he was working two, then three, lubed fingers in and out of my hole. When he nodded his head, I started sucking the potent clouds into my lungs, as the bong bubbled wildly. At the exact same moment that I blew out a huge cloud, Trex steadily shoved the 8 by 6 butt plug all the way into my hole. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” was all I could say, as the Tina rushed into my brain, and my hole spasmed, from the incredible sensation of the butt plug that Trex had just jammed into me. “Just go with it,” he told me. I closed my eyes, and repeatedly let my head loll over to one side, then back again. When I opened my eyes, Trex had a big grin on his face. “Good boy,” he said. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I kept moaning, as I flew ever higher. Handing the bottle of poppers to me, Trex told me to take a couple of big hits. After the first hit, I could hear a whoosh, whooshing sound, and realized that he had started squeezing the rubber bulb, inflating the butt plug that was already filling my hole. In my ears, I could feel my heart beating even more rapidly , and my chest and head flushed, feeling the hit of poppers making my head swim. “Again,” he said. “Take another hit. That’s it. Good boy.” Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

I like to leave it in me because I love feeling slutty, and walking around with cum in my ass makes me feel real slutty.

We need to find a way for you to be loaded---and sit on my face...and video it!

I try to always keep it inside me for the next guy. Plus I love to know I have the guy's DNA. But if its more than like 3 loads it can start to feel like you are about to have diahrea. In that case I have to push some out. That is why felchers are so needed. I don't like the crampy feeling when it starts to get that way.

After deep seeding a guy's pussy, I like taking him out to a bar for a few beers knowing he is having some leakage that is keeping his hole wet. It just makes him want to be re-seeded over and over. And when other guys in the bar know he is sperm lubed it makes it easier to arrange a group breeding.

If a top is allowed to put in his two cents worth....I WANT you to keep my load in you--unless I'm felching and snowballing it to you or another...

This Cumdump is open and taking loads in the West Loop/United Center area. See listing in the Cumdump Network thread.

I will end up poz. When in person and I am redy to go you will never hear no, just more more more

Hell- if you just want a cheap solution, go to the auto parts store and buy a plastic funnel with a long fill tube and have the bottom open up, put the tube in his mouth and tell him not to let it out, then put him in service next to a urinal either holding the funnel at the proper angle or with the funnel duct taped to his head for men to walk up and use. My guess, - even with duct tape- total cost is under $10