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[PART 2] After our break he let himself fall backwards into the sling i had put up. I fastened his ankle-restraints gave him the poppers bottle. I told him that i was going to lube his hole using a big syringe with a tube connected to the end which i put inside his ass. 'It's going to burn a bit, but this is normal. Just give it a few minutes and you will be relaxed' i told him. He didn't know that i laced the lube with Tina. He moaned while filling up his ass with the 'T' lube. When pulling out the tube i told him to relax and let the lube do it's magical work. After a few minutes i could see that the Tina was taking over. He asked me what was happening to him, so i answered by telling him that i mixed the lube with one of the hottest drug ever made. He registered what i was saying, but he was enjoying it too much to care. I started fingering his asshole and could feel it opening up wide. Before i knew it i had 4 fingers inside. ‘Please, fuck me already. I want your cock deep in me/‘ he begged. I answered him by telling that i will only fuck him if i may blow my load deep inside him. ‘I want to fill you up and breed you’ i said. I knew that nobody can resist the urges when they have ’T’ running through their bloodstream. So when he said that he wanted me to breed him, i was not surprised. I put the head of my fat cock at his sphincter and rammed my hard dick deep inside him. He screamed, but after a 10 seconds the pain changed into pure pleasure. His body started to relax and that was my cue to start fucking him. i was making long strokes and with every stroke i picked up the pace. My cock started to ooze pre-cum and every time when i felt that i had to cum i stopped fucking. It was hard to fight against the cum coming out, Sometimes i could feel some cum slipping through. When the feeling subsided i resumes piston fucking his ass. With all the pre-cum and cum his ass started to foam. After 25 minutes of fucking and hearing him moaning louder, i knew that he was ready to receive my gift. ‘I want you to put your hands on my chest and start twist my nipples’ i ordered him. When someone plays with my body produces more sperm and let me cum harder and longer. While he was playing with my nipples i intensified my stroke, so i was fucking him as hard as i can. ‘I want you to beg. I want to hear that you want my DNA mixed with yours’ i said to him. ‘Please! Please! Give me your cum. I want to feel it deep in my ass. Breed me. I want to feel it oozing out my ass after your done.’ he replied. i can feel the pressure in my body growing until i can’t keep it in. With a roar i push my dick deep inside him and my seed start filling him with something that seemed like non-stop stream of cum. His body started to twitch and i heard him saying that he could feel my cum flowing deep in his ass. ‘Yeah! i not only bred your ass, i also pozzed your ass.’ i said with a big smile. You could see him think about what i said, but within seconds Tina took over and made him say ‘My pozzed ass is yours!’. While pulling my cock out of his cum dripping ass the doorbell rang. I had know clue who that could be, so i put on sweatpants and went to open the door. I was suprised to see the hot twink i intended to date. ‘Can i come in? I’m sorry i didn’t call, but my phone stopped working. I had your address written down, so i took a bus from the train station to get here.’ he said. I answered him that i was not alone anymore, but that he was welcome to join us. He walked right by me and started to undress, when he was naked he asked me to lead him to the playroom because he had some catching up to do. So i brought him to the room where the other twink was still lying in the sling with cum dripping out his ass. Before i could say anything to our new guest he started rimming the dripping asshole and eating out the cum. When his mouth was filled he stood up walked to the other side of the sling and started to kiss the chemmed up kid before starting swapping cum with him. I saw there two hot twinks and knew that this night is going to get a lot hotter and i started planning how i could convert the new boy into a poz slut like the first one [To be continued]

"Once I have you, there will be no going back. Do you understand?" Sir had already sent me the agreement form. I had read it over, and signed it weeks ago. We had just finalized the details and set a date. "Yes Sir, I understand." "Good. You better be at that spot boy, or I will come and get you myself." With that Sir had signed off. I had already sold me belongings and notified my landlord I'd be moving out. I put my two weeks in at work. It would be hard to go back now. I set out for the airport at 8:00PM, and soon enough I was on a flight to my new home. Once I landed, it had just passed 1:00AM. I was able to get a taxi to the meeting location, even though the taxi driver was a bit worried about dropping me off in such a shady place in the middle of the night. After some assurance, he dropped me off and left. I had been early but I set off the bottom floor where I would be taken away. I had sat down and was exhausted from the flight, and with no one around, I laid down with my backs up against my bags. I figure I should try to rest up for Sir, as he had told me my first day would be long and hard. I had been jostled awake by a man, and as I woke up more I realized it was Sir. "Get up. Now." Yes Sir, as I stood up as quickly as I could. "Strip." "Here, Sir?" With that the back of his hand struck me across the face. Sir had warned me to do as I'm told, or expect punishment. As I began to strip naked in the middle of the parking garage, Sir grabbed my bags and threw them in the backseat. He had me put my clothes in a plastic bag, which he set in the backseat as well. I stood there, completely naked as Sir inspected me. "Good, just like you shown me. get in." As I reached for the front door handle, Sir hit me again, this time in the stomach. "You think your sitting up front, slave?" Sir chuckled as he opened his trunk. Fearing another strike, I climbed in the trunk without question. He slammed the trunk down hard, and got in and began to drive away. I had slept through most of the drive, besides the few bumps that would slam my body and head into the walls. Once we arrived, I expected the trunk to open, but waited at least another hour before I heard the click and the trunk open. "Get out." I got out as soon as possible. My eyes took a minute to adjust, as the morning sun was already out. I had no idea where I even was. I tried to look around, but we were in a secluded wooded area. Sir strapped on a collar on me, attached and lease and directed me inside. He shoved me into a bathroom. "It's been a long trip, boy. clean yourself out and head down the hallway. In the center of the room is a bench, lay down on it." I cleaned up and headed down the hallway. I went into the dark room and found the bench. I laid down on it, stomach down and ass up. Sir walked in, strapped in my arms and legs tight so I couldn't move. He stripped in front of me. Sir was tall, I'd wager over 6"0. He took off his shirt, slid down his pants and then underwear, revealing a thick, 8" cock and a bio-hazard tattoo. "Whats the tattoo mean, Sir?" I felt my lip crack open from the force of the blow. "Property doesn't ask questions." With that, he took his underwear and duck tape, and shoved his underwear in my mouth. He then proceeded to duck tape his underwear in my mouth so I could no longer speak. "But I'll answer your question boy, as it will be your last. It means I'm Poz. You'll get one soon enough, along with a brand to prove you're mine." My mind started racing. I had agreed to be used as property and controlled, but I never thought it through fully. What the extend of that was. I had never imagined being pozzed. I had lost all control and I had begun having second thoughts of it. I could no longer speak, my voice being completely muffled. Sir walked over to his table of goodies, and brought over a blind fold. As he was strapping it in, the last thing I seen in his hands was a toothbrush. I could no longer see, nor speak. I had been completely confused. He never spoke about being poz or pozzing me. As I tried to figure out what the toothbrush was for, he forced it in to my ass hard. Sir worked it in, rubbing and running it in all directions. He eventually pulled out, and I heard a chuckle. "Now your ready boy, just remember, this is only the beginning." With that, he lined up his cock with my ass, and it one push, rammed all 8" inches in. Tears formed in my eyes, but I had no choice but to take Sir's hard fucking. I tried to open up for him, and pushed my ass up high, thinking if I let him in, it would hurt less. It only made Sir pick up his speed. "That's a good boy, you better get used to this." He began rabbit-fucking my hole, until I heard him grunt and spurt his load inside me. Once he pulled out, he shoved a butt plug in. "This stays in until I take it out, boy." He walked over to my head, undid my duck tape and pulled out his underwear. Before I could breathe in he shoved his cock down my throat, I could taste his cum mixed with blood and realized it had been my blood. After cleaning off his cock, he walked out. He stopped by the door. "You'll sleep like this tonight, tomorrow we brand you." With that, Sir had walked out and left me locked up for the night.

I thought I'd share something which happened a few years ago. It was almost midnight, one Friday night, shortly after I had moved to Asia. I’d had the feeling my bf was up to something - feelings which were confirmed when he gave the cab driver directions (in Cantonese) which didn’t sound like our address and sure enough the cab starts heading in the opposite direction. “Where are we going?” “To our friends… “ (let's call him Vincent) “and his boyfriend." To describe Vincent (and his boyfriend) as 'Friends' was certainly an exaggeration. I’d met them only once, so it took me a second or two even to work clarify in my mind who my bf was talking about, but once I did his remark made sense. This was obviously something they had been plotting between the two of them, and I had noticed on the one occasion I had met Vincent how much my bf fancied him. He was tall, fit and large framed for an Asian. He was also a few years older than us, top - I’d been a bit surprised as he was much more my sort of guy than my bf’s. Also hot but a little scary was the fact that he was on my 'to see' list for work as he was head of the local office of an important potential client. So while I was a little surprised (and might for all sorts of reasons have gone easy on the lagers if I had known the plan beforehand,) there were no complaints from me. So we played. It was hot, in slightly drunken sort of way (at least I thought as much). Safely, of course, as sex always was back then. After a while, when all had cum (except me, in fact), the others decided to downstairs for a late snack, but as I was too tired to stir, I lay naked in bed, pulled the covers over me and had almost drifted off to sleep, only to become gradually aware I was not alone: a big body - and more to the point, an impressively hard cock, was laying against my back, and in fact, holding me in his embrace. Oh, and then I became aware a hard cock was poking against my hole. I've gotta admit it felt nice, even if I assumed we both knew it would never happen. Then came my second surprise of the evening. "Can I put it inside you? Raw. No condom. I won’t fuck you. I just want to feel it inside." Wow - what a thought! Bareback fuck and I’d have said no to right away. But that’s not what he was saying. He wasn’t the only one who wanted to know what it might feel like bare inside me. In any case it couldn’t be for long - a minute or two and the others would be back. So I replied "Sure, but promise, no fucking." So, slowly with a little bit of lube I felt it go in. I was fully awake now - any appearances of sleeping or dozing off was just that, a pretence. I was wide awake. It was very, very hot. To be honest, I’d expected him to try it on a bit and I was ready to bring it to an end when he did. But no - he was as good as his word. Once it was in he just held it there - as hard as a rock - but as motionless as one too and for an an impressively long time. I’d guess somewhere between 5 to 10 minutes (the others do enjoy their food) and with no in/out movements at all - just an occasional slight tensioning of the muscle. It seemed clear he wasn’t going to try anything so our naughty little fantasy would still have to end when the others returned so I’d relaxed - and had started to drift off when it happened. His cock still didn’t move as he shot his load inside me. There could be no doubt what about what it was. I’d felt it many times before only this time it was coming from a motionless cock - and the usual barrier wasn’t there. He did not react or try to pull out but just kept his cock as still as it had been before - only it now it now it shot wave after wave of cum inside me. I’d obviously been wrong to think he cum earlier in the evening - or I suspect for a quite few days before. I’d been bred and with the most massive load. "I’ve come," he commented rather lamely. Stating the obvious and with not even an attempt to sound surprised or apologetic. He was plainly neither - mission accomplished more like. I did not know how to react. Although secondarily I’d find myself both angry and turned on, my initial reaction was neither. I was just impressed that he could cum without the usual pumping. I thought of his talent as something of a magic trick that a child would enjoy witnessing. He done something I thought was impossible and I was just amazed that he had done it. Then I also found myself genuinely angry: he’d done what he wanted, knowing what my answer would be if he had been upfront in asking me. I must admit, however, I was very, very turned on. I was determined not to show it but it was amazing to feel his big load inside me. I reliving the experience over and over again in my mind from when he slid in until the moment I felt his load shoot. Anyhow I said nothing. And when my boyfriend returned announcing we were leaving to go home, the whole experience might have just been an interesting memory, tinged with anger and lust, but to be honest the anger passed, and lust drew me back to a couple of weeks later for more, this time on my own.

The need to tutor students had surprised Robert and with students asking to come over on Friday he had to beg off from going over to Angelo and Tony’s place on Friday. When Tony heard the news, he didn’t take with disappointment but he took it as an opportunity to start the corruption of Robert and have him ready to give in by the time they would finally get him to their place. Over the next week, Angelo and Tony would look out their windows or from their front yard to see a stream of young male college students coming over to Robert’s home to be tutored. Whether it was young cubs or twinks it didn’t matter what race they were, Angelo and Tony were drooling at the thought that once Robert was converted (in more ways than one) to their way of thinking they would get the chance to partake in the buffet of young and naïve college talent Robert was tutoring. On a Saturday afternoon when Sam was planning to come over, Tony decided to take their corruption of Robert to the next level. He hadn’t formally introduced himself yet to Robert and he discussed with Angelo that he had an idea on how to do so. Tony would play it where he was swimming in the pool and Angelo had left to run a few errands for their party that night with friends and had locked Tony out of the house and could he hang out at Robert’s while he waited for Sam to arrive who carried an extra key for them. Angelo like the idea and told Tony to take it one step further and show up at Robert’s place only with a towel covering his cock saying he needed something to wear in the interim. That would allow Tony to show off his package to Robert unintentionally of course and further peak his interest. Tony knew that Sam would follow his lead with Robert and after an hour or so Angelo would wonder over to Robert’s as well to get Sam and Tony to go back to their place. Tony decided around 4:30pm to put the plan into motion, he had Angelo put his car into the garage to make it look like Angelo was gone and then after being in the pool for about 45 minutes pulled himself out and with only a hand towel made his way to Robert’s front-door. He rang the bell and Robert came down from his office to see Tony with only a hand towel covering himself standing at the door. He opened the door and before Robert could question Tony, Tony introduced himself as Angelo’s husband and explained that Angel had left to run some errands and locked him out. Robert immediately invited Tony in and asked what he could do and Tony asked if he had a pair of shorts he could borrow while he waited for their friend Sam who was bringing some party supplies to their place for the night. Robert said sure and went upstairs to get a part of gym shorts for Tony. When he brought them down Tony thanked him and dropped the hand towel which gave Robert his first look at Tony’s cock which was rock hard pointing straight out at Robert. Tony took his time putting the shorts on to make sure Robert laid eyes on his cock. Then Tony proceeded to get to know Robert a little bit better asking about his reasons for moving into the community and as he learned more started asking some more personal questions of Robert. For whatever reason, Robert told Tony that it had been months since he had gotten a blowjob let alone had sex. When Tony asked if he had had anal sex or even without condoms Robert said his previous girlfriends wouldn’t allow it and that’s when Tony said maybe he should have had a boyfriend instead. Tony explained to Robert that he and Angelo while married had an open relationship where they could play with others together or separately. Tony explained that they felt there was a difference between satisfying an urge versus loving/caring for someone but that they both loved to play with others. The one rule they had was that all play had to be bare, they didn’t see why condoms should ever be used. Right when Robert was going to ask about catching a disease from playing without condoms he heard a knock on the door which tony said it could be Sam. When Robert opened the door, Tony immediately said it was Sam and invited him in. Tony greeted Sam with a deep French kiss and Sam immediately started to feel Tony up. When they broke their kiss, Tony introduced Sam to Robert and when Robert presented his hand to shake, Sam took it and pulled Rob into a deep kiss. It stunned Robert for a second and he didn’t get his senses to pull away until Sam put his hand on Robert’s cock. It shocked Robert and he pulled away but not before Sam felt Robert’s cock harden. Tony then explained to Sam that Robert wasn’t playing for their team yet to which Sam said was too bad. Sam told Tony he had the most of the party supplies in his car but brought a sample inside now for them to sample. Tony asked Robert if he minded and Robert not wanting to look uncool said sure to which Tony then took out a small baggy filled with white powder. Sam asked Tony if he wanted to do a line of cocaine which Tony nodded yes. Sam asked where should he set it up and Tony said let’s not use Robert’s furniture to risk leaving any evidence behind so instead can I use your cock. Sam said as long as you get my cock hard you can and before Robert could blink Tony was sucking on his cock. Robert was stunned and had to be asked by Sam when was the last time he had had his cocked sucked to which Robert said it had been months ago. Sam then suggested that he should have Tony suck his cock to repay his kindness to him today and while Robert hesitated, Sam told Tony to suck on Robert’s cock for while he setup the party favor for Tony. Tony in one motion pulled down Robert’s pants and started sucking his cock while Sam put a small line onto his cock and then presented it to Tony. Tony broke from sucking on Robert’s cock long enough to take the line and then went back to sucking Robert’s cock. Sam was then asked Robert if he wanted to do a line and when Robert said he had never done cocaine Sam offered him the chance to try it. Before Robert could think to say now, tony really started sucking on his cock and then moved to put a finger into Robert’s ass. Robert moaned and Sam took that as an opportunity to put a line under Robert’s nose and told him to snort it. Robert hesitated until Tony put a 2nd finger into his ass and then he snorted the line which hit him like a ton of bricks. While Robert was dealing with his first line of cocaine ever, Sam discretely took out a 2nd baggy which was filled with Tina and took dipped his finger into the baggy and placed his Tina laced finger into Robert’s hole when Tony slipped his fingers out. Without knowing it Robert had just taken his first booty bump as he started to cum into Tony’s mouth. Tony sucked all the cum from Robert and then got up from the floor to walk over to Sam and give him another deep kiss passing Robert’s cum to Sam’s mouth. It was at this point that Angelo was noticed standing inside the door and said hello to everyone. He proceeded to kiss both Sam and Tony before telling them that they should head back to their place to prepare for the party. Angelo told Robert if he wanted to could cum over to the party but Robert begged off as his head was flying from everything that had happened in the last 30 minutes. Angelo said then they would have him over in the near future and the three of them proceeded back home. Angelo, Tony and Sam discussed in the kitchen what had happened and when Sam told them that he had slipped Robert a booty bump they suggested they take the action outside for a bit to see if they could catch Robert watching and entice him to cum over. As the three of them made out and took turns sucking on each other’s cocks, Angelo did see Robert watching from his room upstairs and made eye contact. Robert was surprised that he was caught by Angelo watching and slowly backed away and turned off the lights to his room. Robert was feeling as horny as he had every felt at this point and was slowly rubbing his cock without any ability to stop himself. While he wanted to go over to Angelo and Tony’s place something inside of him was stopping him from making that walk but he couldn’t contain himself in terms of looking for porn so he proceeded to go to his computer and started surfing for porn. Nothing could satisfy him until he came to some Treasure Island videos he found and the bareback action took him to a point where he finally released his second load of the night all over his chest and hand. He started licking his fingers afterwards. In the meantime Sam, Tony and Angelo took their party inside satisfied they had moved Robert that much closer to being with them. End of Part 3…

He said he loved me… but he lied! (Part 1) First time, first love. It was an amazing feeling. Josh, the hottest bloke in town, had actually talked to me. I was stunned. It all started as another boring evening. My friends and I thought about going to the movies, but then someone suggested we could visit the new bath house in town, the ‘Toxic’. I argued against the idea as I knew that if I went I'd end-up sitting alone at the snack bar, drinking Coke Zero, while the other guys would get stuffed all around the place. And that was not a scene I wanted to revisit, but as usual I lost the argument as the majority thought a visit to the Toxic was a great idea, so that's where we found ourselves that night around 10:00 PM. Don’t get me wrong. It is not that I didn't enjoy sucking the seed out of a hard cock, or, for that matter, taking a long hard cock up my ass, but my experience was that most of the guys I'd find at the bath house would be queens who were masquerading as studs. And true studs would be few and far between. I guess you could say I didn't subscribe to the notion of flexible sexual roles. So there I was, true to form, sitting at the bar watching the scene as all kind of guys made out with each other. Some were eye-fucking me, but none were all that interesting, so I took the attitude 'Look, but don't touch'. Several guys offered me a drink, but I declined each, at least giving each guy a kindly smile. I knew I was the topic of gossip, and knowing as much I told everyone who hit at me that I wasn't interested in having anonymous bath house cock up my ass. No way, Jose. And then Josh entered the room and I got this tingling feeling in my guts. He was a hot hunk. He was 26 years old and had black hair. His eyes with were of the deepest blue I had ever seen, and as he spent time at the gym daily his body was stunning. He was not so pumped up, but rather had muscles in the right places. And talking about muscles in the right place, the bulge in his jeans was huge. Every other minute he grabbed his junk and adjusted himself, or uninhibitedly scratched his crotch. Every pussy in town was talking about Josh and not only the gay pussies. He was standing with a group of guys, several of whom had already approached me, but I had declined each of them. I found myself fuming at my foolishness, thinking had I known of Josh's connection with the guys, I could be standing over there, chatting with the cutest guy in the room. If only I had been less standoffish and had accepted a drink from one or another of the guys. Stupid….. Then I realized, they were staring in my direction even as they were chatting with each other. I turned around and looked behind myself but there was no one there. Turning back to the group of guys I saw they were still chatting, but for whatever reason were no longer staring in my direction. I found myself focused on Josh’s beautiful bulge. His jeans were so tight you could see clearly the outline of a thick and long piece of flesh. Everyone who lied about him ‘stuffing’ his jeans out should see him tonight. This was all real cock. I could clearly see it. I sighed deeply: I was totally in love with Josh. Being 18 it is not all about hormones and stuff. Of course I was a horny little brat, but I didn’t want to lose myself to some one night stand, like so many of my other friends had done. I wanted the real thing: the knight in shining armor. A romance, like in ‘Beauty and the Beast’, with me as the beauty and Josh as the…. well, the hot-stud-with-a-beast-within-his-pants. Admiringly, my gaze wandered up Josh's body, past his perfect chest, hoping to get a discrete look at his beautiful eyes, only to discover he was staring at me! And then he invitingly smiled at me. Did I see that right? My heart was pounding with excitement. But then Josh gazed around the room. I knew it. He was looking for some other willing prey. Again he adjusted his huge bulge again and my thoughts drifted away, even as I openly stared at his crotch, praying for another casual scratching or adjustment. Suddenly he left his pals and walked into my direction. My eyes grew wide and breathe grew shallow as I attempted to concentrated on my glass of coke. Now he was standing next to me. I could smell his overwhelming scent. Ordering a drink, he flashed me a casual smile, and then greeted me. "Hi, there. Having a good time?" I looked at his perfect white teeth, smiled, and apparently mumbled a vaguely appropriate response. “I’ve watched you from behind there,” he remarked, pointed at his friends, adding “Do I know you?” “No…. but it is nice to meet you. I’m Marc,” I replied, automatically extending a handshake. “I'm Josh,” he responded, taking and holding onto my hand. “Would you like a drink? Maybe we could find a quiet corner and sit down and chat a bit,” Josh suggested. I just nodded. Did he just ask me to talk to him? I felt like flying. He ordered another alcoholic drink for me and took a good grip at my nape and led me to a segregated area which was set-aside for VIPs. We took a bench and the waiter brought our drinks. We raised our glasses and took a huge sip. I didn’t dare to tell him I rarely drank alcohol as I didn’t want to spoil the moment, so I continued drinking the hard liquor. Josh, meanwhile, moved somewhat closer to me. I fought the urge to seek out his crotch. "I've gotta say, I find your shy ways beguiling," Josh quietly remarked, adding "and your beautiful eyes and sweet build are just what I like. Oh, and that you aren't completely fixated on my crotch. In all honesty that gets old. Just because I have ten inches in my jeans." I gulped. Ten inches? Mentally I was thankful he hadn't realized I had indeed been fixated on his cock, and that realization led me to mutter something inane like "...really, that huge…." I felt utterly stupid, but it apparently didn't matter. Josh draped his right arm across my my shoulder and started playing with my right nipple, softly pinching it through my t-shirt. Involuntarily I grunted in pleasure. Seemingly unknowingly Josh continued manipulating my tit. I, on the other hand, was fully aware of as much and shyly suggested “Would you like to go out for a walk?” Smiling, he replied "Sure I would, but I have a bit of a problem." “What's that?" He pointed at his crotch. It gave the impression the buttons were about to blow open. “Oh! I see what you mean," I managed. Ever so smoothly Josh continued "I'm hoping you would help me out - just so afterwards we can take a walk and enjoy the starry sky.” “You want me to jack you off?” “No, honestly, that would take too long and I really want to spend some time chatting with you. It would be better if you sucked me off.” There was no real decision to make. I was stunned by his attentions, by his cock, and by his desire to spend time with me. I nodded slowly as I considered the logistics. “Do you want me to do it here? Out in the open?” This was a bit public for my tastes. “Nah. Slip under the table, get on your knees, open my jeans and take my cock out and suck it,” he proposed, giving me an endearing nudge, adding "Don't worry, no one will ever know.” I slipped under the table and Josh opened his legs more, so I could actually kneel right in front of him. "This is the first time I've actually given a blow job," I remarked as I fumbled with his buttons. “Really?” he asked in perhaps some disbelief. But then he reasoned “That is great. It will be a memory we will share for years. It will be special to both of us. Now open my fuckin' jeans and blow me," he ordered. I obeyed and went to unhook his belt, but he told me "A few button will be enough." So I worked my way down from the second top button the last and without hesitation, licked his huge dickhead as soon as his cock was protruding from his fly. Josh crossed his arms behind his back and closed his eyes, enjoying the tongue lapping around at his glans penis, suggesting “Start sucking me with your mouth. I want your throat muscles massaging my cock.” I was concentrated on his dick and could see his crotch, but nothing else, so I didn't see Josh signal his buddies to come over to the VIP table, but I could see the table was suddenly surrounded by several pairs of legs and I could also hear Josh conversing with the guys. Then the guys squeezed into the chairs and onto the benches so I was surrounded by knees and shoes. Part of me wanted to panic and I paused in my efforts to pleasure Josh, but still I had keep his cock head in my mouth, not moving an inch, only to hear Josh announce "Guys, this isn't a great moment 'cause Marc, my new boyfriend, is sucking my dick." Immediately four pairs of eyes peered under the table and took in the sight of me kneeling there with Josh’s cock in my mouth. I was totally ashamed. They, on the other hand, seemed to find it normal. One or two extended a greeting, and all four guys then resumed chatting with Josh. He, on the other hand, was apparently enjoying my efforts as he murmured “Keep on sucking Mitch, good job, man." 'My name is Marc', I thought, but then he just knew me for 30 minutes. And he said I would be his boyfriend. It made me so happy and excited, and so I continued bopping my head up and down on his beautiful dong, only to hear him advise “Mitch, when I shoot my dick snot, swallow it all. Don’t make a mess under the table,” grabbing my hair and giving me a sharp, slightly painful tug. 'He clearly is accustomed to getting his way', I thought as I mumbled "Okay." “I am popular here. I don’t want to be banned just because you can’t swallow decently” he continued, as he then went on to describe my services to his friends, adding that for a newbie I wasn't half bad at giving head. His buddies chuckled, high-fiving him. He didn’t tell me he was about to cum. Instead I realized as much as I felt his dick twitching and his cock head swelled yet more. His load was imminent, but by no means was I prepared for the size of his load: it seemed like gallons of the salty, slimy fluid blew out of his cock. I kept swallowing, determined not to leave any tell-tale stains on the floor or his jeans. Nevertheless he felt compelled to mutter “Don’t lose a fucking drop, bitch.” I wanted to believe he was expressing a term of endearment. After Josh unloaded himself he started buttoning up. I was hesitant to crawl out from under the table, particularly as the etiquette for this situation wasn't within my purview. Besides I really didn't want to look at the faces of those four guys. I wanted to believe I had some dignity - somewhere. Then I heard a guy ask Josh "Do you mind if he sucks he off?" He added he had a four day load in his balls that needed to get released. “Sure,” Josh answered and, giving me a slight nudge with his foot, said "Hey Mitch, get to it. You did a great job, baby and I want to let my buddies experience your tongue action. Don’t embarrass me in front my friends,” he urged. I hesitated in complying as it felt wrong to blow one (or all) of these guys, but then I didn’t want to lose the chance to be Josh’s boyfriend. Josh, however, saw no issue as he announced “I am so disappointed. I really thought we had something special going on… and now you won’t even suck my best friends, even though this is not even considered as sex,” he sighed sadly. I turned to my right and stared directly at another crotch clothed with denim. I reached out, slowly felt the bulge, and opened the fly. The guy nodded at his friends and then told me to suck him good. “Remember to swallow my junk also, you slut” he snickered. They all laughed and I think I even heard even Josh’s join in. I found myself hoping none of my friends chanced to see me in this position.

PART 10 – DALTON THE SLAMPIG I pulled the plunger back, and Dalton’s rig turned deep crimson. “I’m getting a register,” I explained. “When the rig goes red like that, you know the needle is right where it belongs—in your bloodstream. OK, buddy: are you ready for this?” “No,” he said with a quiet whimper. “Too fuckin’ bad. I’m gonna push this payload into your vein now, buddy—tell me if it stings, OK?” I love the ritual of slamming: plunging the meth into the vein, sliding the needle out, unstrapping the bicep, and running my tongue across the injection site. Dalton’s first slam was small—just a 0.2—but he still coughed, and his chest heaved as each dark wave of slam-hunger swept over him. I immediately buried my face in his fuckhole, spreading his jockbutt and pushing my tongue as deep as I could, feeling the heat of the slam as it radiated through his insides. “Jesus. Fuck.” He said between deep, heaving breaths. “What the fuck. Are you doing.” I pulled my face away from his pulsing hole just long enough to reply. “I’m eating this hungry little pussy, that’s what.” “It’s. Fucking. Weird. I don’t. Like it.” “Yeah? Then what’s happening here?” I took a break from eating his hole to grab his cock and give it a little shake, sending beads of precum in every direction. I scooped up as much of that jizz as I could, mixing it with a handful of our Tina-laced lube and pushing three of my slicked-up fingers into his hole. He made no effort to resist this time: his guttural moans, loud and unapologetic, kept time with each thrust of my fingers. Then, without warning, I pulled out, and he practically squealed from the sudden emptiness in his fuckhole. I was leaning over him, staring down into his eyes, and he looked back at me in quiet desperation. “Do you want something, buddy?” I asked, letting the tips of my fingers brush against his slammed-up cunt. “I can’t read your mind, slampig. Tell me what you want.” “I want—um—“ “Tell me what you want, slampig.” “I, um, want your fingers.” “You do?” “Yes. Please.” “OK, but you need to do something for me first.” “Tell me. Please.” “Repeat after me: ‘I’m a hungry fucking faggot.’” “Um—“ “Say it, faggot.” “Dude. No.” “No?” “No. I’m not a fuckin’ faggot.” “Then no more fuckin’ fingers, buddy.” “Dude! Please!” “Then repeat after me, you fuckin’ lil' bitch: ‘I’m a hungry fucking faggot.’” “No, motherfucker. I’m not a fag.” I turned to Jesse. “OK, we need to step this up a few notches. You have that second slam?” He nodded, then flashed an evil grin. “This one’s…a little bigger. Can I administer this time?” “Fuck yeah,” I replied. “I’ll just keep teasing this faggot’s cunt while you plunge some more meth into his vein.” Jesse went right to work. He tied the strap to Dalton’s bicep, inserted the needle, pulled back a dark-red plume of blood, and pushed a fat 0.4 hit into Neighbor Boy’s bloodstream. This time, Dalton erupted in an extended coughing fit, his chest heaving massively as Brian played with our brand-new slampig’s rock-hard nips. “This kid’s so high he’s fuckin’ cross-eyed,” my husband said with an approving growl. Meanwhile, I began smacking the head of my raw cock against Dalton’s pulsing, spasming, slammed-up hole. “You need something in your ass, buddy?” I asked, my dick tracking a wide circle around his aching cunt. “Fuck yes,” he groaned. “Then you know what to say.” He looked at me for a moment, his eyes nothing but pitch-black pupils. I gave him a little nod. “You can do it, buddy. Tell me what you are.” "I'm—um—" "What are you?" “Dude, I’m a hungry fuckin’ faggot.” “Good boy.” “Please feed this faggot. Please.” “You want some dick in your pussy, you fuckin’ slammed-up faggot chemwhore?” “Yes I do. I want as much fuckin’ dick as I can get. Please. Fuck me. Fuck this faggot.” “Say, ‘Please, Daddy, fuck my faggot pussy.’” “Please, Daddy, please, please, please fuck my faggot pussy.” “Are you gonna be a good boy tonight?” “Yes, Daddy.” “If you’re a good boy, then you’ll earn another slam. Would you like that?” “Fuck yes, Daddy. I want to earn another slam. ” “If you're a good faggot, you’ll get everything you want, and more. I promise.” “I want to be a good faggot, Daddy.” “You already are, boy.” And with that, I shoved my poz dick into the warmth and hunger of Dalton’s slammed-up hole.

I always wanted a pair of ultra skimpy posing briefs like the bodybuilders wore, but being in the 80’s and me being a shy teenager it was not too easy to get them as it was well before internet access. I’d sit late at night and look through bodybuilding magazines and some gay mags that I hid under my bed that I would spend hours looking at when I went to bed, wanking and fingering my arse over what I saw and the posing briefs that I so wanted a pair of, no one knew I was gay, I did but I had done nothing about it excpet drool over the men in the magazines. Despite being a shy lad I enjoyed sports a lot, especially weights and swimming so and had a pretty good muscled body despite being short at only 5’5. One day in July when college had finished for the summer I was sunbathing in shorts in the garden when my mum called me in and told me I needed to go to the high street for her to buy some milk, despite not wanting to go I knew it was better to than have my Mum go on at me so I pulled on a T-Shirt and put on some flip flops and headed down the High Street. When I got down near the high street I found the road blocked by police due to an accident and a policeman told me If I wanted to get to the high street I would have to walk down Barret lane and then cut up through Mineral Street, I thought ‘great right out of my way’ but set off anyway knowing I would get a tongue lashing if I did not come back with the milk, little did i know at that time that i'd be getting som 'milk' or white stuff! It was a lovely sunny balmy evening as I wandered off down Barret Lane and it occurred to me that I had not been round this way for many years since my old mate Stephen had moved to Welling, my mind was full of the good times we had enjoyed when we were kids , and then I saw it, it had been so long since I had been in Mineral Street that I had not known new shops had opened there, the sign above the shop said ‘Khans Gentlemens Apparel’ and though the window was very dirty I could see the object of my affection a white posing brief on a dummy, my heart pounded in my chest as I entered the shop which appeared deserted, th whole world seemed to stop around me as I stood in front of the counter with the dummy on it, my hands trembled as I touched the posing briefs and my heart fluttered at the soft silky feeling of the material, a deeply accented voice brought me into the here and now. “Most nice aren’t they boy” I almost jumped out of my skin turning to see a much older well built bald dark skinned man smiling down at me, my throat seemed to dry up and I blushed furiously croaking“yes they are very nice” The man smiled again but also frowned “but these are not right for you boy with your pale skin and blond hair, you need a different colour”. “I do?” “yes most indeed, you need a much special colour, come with Khan” Khan turned and walked towards the counter at the back of the shop and I just followed, at the counter he grinned “what size you wear in posing brief?” “I’m 26” waist” Khan laughed “not in waist my boy, in pouch and rear!” I blushed furiuosley “I don’t know?” Khan moved closer to me so my back was against the counter “let Khan find out” then shoved his hand down my shorts and felt my cock and balls in his hand, i stood shocked, but excited and rooted to the spot as he fondled me and I blushed as my undersized cock grew to its hard 4” as he squeezed, his other hand went down the back of my shorts and felt my bottom, gently groping each buttock in turn, he pulled his hands out of my shorts and I stood breathing heavily as he grinned “small pouch, large rear” before he turned his back on me and rummaged through a drawer and then turned round with some brightly coloured blue posing briefs and handed them to me pointing behind me “Changing room in there” I went to say thank you but my throat was so dry and I just made a croaking noise, he laughed at this “wait” he left me standing for a few moments and came back with a small beaker “drink” I took the beaker in my hand and lifted it, the liquid smelt funny and I wrinkled my nose but Khan motioned for me to drink it, which I did, it was a funny tasting drink but not horrible, he rubbed my belly “There all good, make you feel good soon, all relaxed”, little did I know he’d given me a drink laced with Ghb. I nodded and went into the changing room, which was massive compared to others I had been into before. I dropped the posers onto a chair and stripped off my clothes, I picked up the bright electric blue posers covered with shiney sequins, I picked it up and thought to myself that I was feeling hot and stuffy in the changing room but despite this I ignored it but by the time I had them on I felt a little woozy stumbling a little. I was feeling more light headed and hot as I admired myself in the posing brief in the mirror, I could not help being hard in them, Khan came into the changing room smiling “oh yes see how well bright colour look on pale skin boy” I looked at him in and myself in the mirror, my mind foggy but I nodded, his hand started to roam over my body, though unsure what was happening his hands felt good as he stroked and felt me, he twisted me round so I was looking side on in the mirror “look my blond angel how well the briefs cup your peach round ass” I just nodded as I looked over my shoulder as his big hands felt and caressed my bubble butt, “ yes feels good yes my hands?” i nodded again. Grinning he whispered “oh yes, so good” as he slowly pushed the briefs down over my buttocks, his hands caressed my bottom pulling my cheeks apart revealing my tight pink puckered hole, I shuddered as his fingers dipped into my crack gently rubbing my hole, he grunted “is your boi pussy still virgin my blond boy’?” inexperiend as I was I did not know what he meant, and as my mouth moved I felt like my speech slur “what do you mean?”, he grinned “has a man fucked you in your arse yet?”, I shook my head as he massaged my bum, “that is excellent boy, but I know you have wanted it havent you?”, my embaressement made me blush as I nodded and that made him laugh before he leant down and pushed his tongue between my lips. I lterally swooned as he kissed me, he broke off the kiss and smiled “come my blond angel” He led me out of the changing room and down a hall to some steep stairs behind a curtain where he paused taking hold of my shoulders “blond boy you must choose you leave now and no more is said or come into Khan’s home and serve Master Khan” Without thinking the words just fell out of my mouth “I want to serve Khan” He frowned at me “Master Khan” I nodded “Master Khan”

All I want is a hard cock I dont care who its attached too ! I am a hole for all hard cocks n loads of course if the cock is big n thick so much the better

PART 9 – OURS AT LAST When I walked into the bedroom, Dalton was already sitting on the edge of the bed, clasping his hands together in a feeble attempt to hide his boner. He stared expectantly at the giant TV screen in front of him. “Dude, you watch porn on this thing? Holy shit—you guys do it right.” “Yup, buddy—we do it right,” I replied with a knowing smirk as I grabbed the remote. “You feeling OK, by the way?” Dalton replied with a goofy grin, his body swaying back and forth as his chest and abs glistened with a fresh layer of boy-sweat. That shot of G was starting to work its magic. “Bro, I’m feeling like fuckin’ Superman,” he said, briefly unclasping his hands to show off his rock-hard cock, then covering it up again. “Good, good,” I replied. “Why don’t you go ahead and get comfortable? I bet you’ve never been on a California king.” “No, bro—I’ve never seen a bed this fuckin’ big in my entire fuckin’ life.” “Then scoot back so you’re in the middle. Then lay down and stretch out your arms. See how close you can get to touching the sides. I bet you’re not even close.” “I dunno, bro. My swim coach says I’ve got a pretty good wingspan.” “Then let’s see.” He hesitated, then grinned again. I grinned back. He was moving more slowly now, swirling hard on the G. I’m not even sure he noticed that Brian and Jesse had just walked into the room. “Show us that wingspan, buddy.” He positioned himself in the middle of the mattress. As he lay back, Brian and Jesse moved to either side of him. I stayed at the foot of the bed, watching his legs open just slightly while his arms extended to each side of the giant mattress. And just like that, he was finally ours. The restraints went around his wrists in a matter of seconds, cinched tight so his deltoids fanned out from his torso and his back arched off the bed. He was swirling hard on the G now, so it took him a few long moments to realize that his arms were tied to each corner of the bed. By that point, Brian and I were already placing his ankles into the stirrups attached to the bedposts. “What the fuck, dude?” Dalton said with an angry slur, his eyes glassy and dilated, his virgin fuckhole tightening in apprehension as he struggled to bring his legs together. Brian and I kneeled down to get a closer look: his ass was still mostly smooth, with just a dusting of blond fuzz circling that winking pucker. I leaned in and blew a bit of air across the surface of his hole, causing it to spasm. He whimpered. “You wanna know what the fuck?” Brian replied. “You’re the fuck, that’s what. But I think you already know that.” Dalton’s body jolted once, then almost seemed to relax into a stunned silence. For a few moments he almost seemed to stop breathing. In the silence, I watched a single drop of perspiration roll off his balls and down his taint before reaching his quivering hole, covering that tiny tight sphincter in a glistening sheen of boy-sweat. Jesse placed a prepared point in my hand. “It’s a small one,” he whispered. “At least to start.” "What the fuck is that?" Dalton whimpered. "Is that a fucking needle? Dude. What the fuck is going on?" “Listen, boy," I said with a growl, just as one of my fingers began a gentle circle around the perimeter of his twitching hole. "This whole experience will be much more pleasant if you just...surrender." He shook his head, pleading with me to stop, dude, just stop. Meanwhile, his dick grew thicker with every circle I made around that little fuckhole, and his piss-slit was already producing a thick glob of precum. I scooped up the seed leaking from his cock and, with a single finger, pushed it into his guts. His cock immediately sprayed his chest and stomach with a pulse of precum. He moaned like a good little whore, then tried to cover up the moans with growls of defiance -- until I plunged my finger back inside the warmth of his boyhole, causing him to melt into another deep, low, hungry moan. "Please stop, bro," he said, his mouth falling open slightly and his eyes fluttering as I pushed a second finger into his cunt. "I'm not into this." "We'll see about that," I said, my cock throbbing with anticipation as Jesse tied off Dalton's arm. I pulled my fingers out, savored the taste of his cunt on my hand, and practically drooled as I stared at the giant vein pulsing in the crook of his arm. "Now hold still, little fucker. If you keep thrashing around, you're gonna be in a world of hurt." We locked eyes for a moment. He shook his head again, and I countered with an aggressive nod. His eyes welled with tears. Then Dalton exhaled, long and low, as the tension drained from his body. "That's a good boy," I said. "That's a very, very good boy." Something strange happened in that moment: as I said the words "good boy," a tiny, mysterious smile crossed Dalton's face. Then, just as quickly, the smile vanished back into an anxious frown. He exhaled again. It was time. With a sweet little murmur of resignation, Dalton turned his attention to the sensations of his first slam: the tightness of the strap around his bicep, the sensation of my breath blowing gently across the surface of his skin, and the tiny sting of the needle sliding into the warmth and welcome of his vein.

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 . . .

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.

Part 5 I left Blake tied on the bed and plugged while he softly sobbed from the pain and the realization of his predicament. I'll bet he was sorry he ever went to the bookstore. It was only a couple of hours before the party started, and I had lots of calls to make. At 9:30 I went back upstairs. Blake looked quite uncomfortable tied in that position with the long, fat plug in his cunt. "Good," I thought to myself, "a scared white boy in pain is one of my favorite things!" And it would only get worse for him. "Please untie me!" he begged. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK! Three hard slaps across his brought tears to his eyes. "Shut the fuck up bitch!" I yelled. "You will learn, the only begging you will do is to have your holes raped and filled with cum. Do I make myself clear?" Three more hard slaps and Blake was in agreement. "Yes Sir." he sobbed. I untied him and he put up no resistance. I put a leather collar with rings around his neck, and wrist and ankle restraints. I then put a cock and ball harness on his little dick, making it as tight as I could. "Drink this," I said holding a bottle up to his mouth. He made a face, but didn't dare disobey me. It was now almost 10:00, and I could hear our guests arriving. I told them to be prompt as they didn't want to miss anything. I attached a leash to Blake's collar and led him downstairs. I was pleased to see all 15 of the guests were already there. "Welcome gentlemen! Here is my new slut and tonights party favour! Short of killing him, anything goes. I want him wrecked like a white slut should be! Lets not waste any time." With that, I grabbed Blake and threw him to the ground,pinning him down with a foot on his chest. One of the guys tied a band around his arm and another stuck the needle in. "Are you sure Jesse?" he asked. It's a 2.0 hit." "Fuckin do it! This little whore needs to be fucked up royally!" With that, the plunger was pushed down and the band released. Blake went instantly rigid and coughed hard. "I want you to go first." I told my friend Buck. He had a 13 inch cock with a P.A. "And show no mercy! Rape that cunt good and hard!" Buck just rolled the teenage boy over and ripped the plug out of his pussy. Blake howeled. Then Buck just spread his cheeks apart and plunged his huge, hard, black pole deep into the puffy, pink hole beneath him. Blake screamed at the top of his lungs while the guys cheered. Tears flowed from his eyes as his cunt was ripped even further apart. Buck just pushed down on the boys shoulders and power fucked his cunt, drilling as deep and as hard as he could. Blood covered his dick as he pulled out before plunging back in balls deep. He fucked Blake mercilessly for a solid 10 minutes, never letting up until he buried himself to the hilt and dumped his load far up into the teenage cumdump. After he pulled out, he spread Blake's cheeks apart so everyone could see his bleeding rosebud. It was puffy and inflamed, oozing red cum. "Who's next?" I asked.

Same here. I love the anon scene. No bullshit, no endless texts, no strings attached, just hot sex that ends with what we both need. The top gets to drop his load in a willing bottom and I get his hot load in my ass. Unless a guy who loads me up at the bookstore or bathhouse is a spectacular fuck I don't bother to ask them who they are or where we can get together again. Every now and then though, we all get that one special anon fuck that really pushes all our buttons. Only then do I try to get some information and arrange repeat sessions.

I personally think if it is not discussed beforehand, once that cock is in your mouth or as that is where the cum goes.

Father’s day surprise Daniel at 19 years old, 5’10” tall with sandy brown hair and green eyes, athletic, smart and what most would consider very good looking, he was a son that would make any dad proud. He had done drama productions in the fall and played baseball in the spring, throughout his high school years, girls and guys would swoon when he entered a room, and he seemed inseparable from his best friend and partner in crime, Mike I’m Eric, believe it or not I’m only 35, with a hot 19year old son who now lives with me, doing the math, I was 16 when Daniel was born, a near virginal birth, you see I never had sex as a youth, unless you count masturbation. That pissed off my girlfriend (beard) at the time, as she was always trying to get me to do her, but she just didn’t get a rise from me. She somehow managed to steal my semen and impregnate herself. Karen was a bitchy cheerleader and wanted my baby, after all, I was captain of the football team, straight “A” student taking AP classes, 6’1 150# dishwater blonde hair and the ultimate catch for her. She managed to make it through the semester then disappeared during the summer returning with an adorable baby boy in the fall, DNA test proved Daniel to be of my linage, which bolstered my reputation, one which I did not deserve, I might add, and made me even more popular, and allowing me to stay in the closet. I experimented a little in gay sex in college, determining I really liked guys but I still refused to come out, preferring casual hook ups, always safe, and occasional fuck buds, usually in other towns as I traveled a lot after college getting my business up and running. When Daniel was 10, Karen sent him to live with me, as she could no longer handle his behavior, or the pranks that he and Mike would pull. I had built up a successful business by then and could give Daniel a good home life, whereas Karen had fallen in with the wrong crowd and I suspect CPS was soon to intervene anyway. Having this precocious little 10 year old put a cramp in my sex life but I loved him, and was willing to sacrifice my pleasures to make sure he was taken care of. Although I did manage to find hookups when Daniel was in school, and when he would spend the night over at Mike’s and when I would go away on business trips the local baths played host to my sexual desires, and there was always the internet. At 13 Daniel came to me and confessed he liked boys more than girls. We had a chat about it and he promised me he would abstain from physical sexual contact till he meet the right guy or 18 which ever came first, I chuckled at that and we were happy to know he felt comfortable with his sexual identity. Mike and Daniel were neighbors and classmates from third grade on, Mike’s parents moving to my side of town when he was around 10, our town being a small rural community it didn’t change what schools either r boy attended and they remained stuck like glue, though I had to reel them in on the pranks to maintain their good citizenship in the community. They both went out for the same plays and sports teams, Mike seemed to be over at our place as much as he was at his own. Mike was a hot stud just like Daniel at 6’2”175# of solid muscle, he too was 19 and athletic and smart. This story started with Mike about a year ago when he asked me to help him plan a birthday party for Daniel’s 18th birthday, what I didn’t know at the time was his plans for what would become the birthday party then the lockdown birthday bash. The party was scheduled just a couple weeks into the fall semester of the local community college, guest started arriving around 4:30 a mixed crowd of late teen guys and gals, we mingled for a couple hours had appetizers and beverages appropriate for the age range had cake and sang happy birthday to Daniel, opened a few presents then the crowd started to thin, I noticed it was mostly hot guys sticking around, and a few late arrivals, I told Danny and Mike I was bushed and headed up to my room, I could still hear the small remaining crowd downstairs as I relaxed on my bed slowly drifting into a sleepy nap. I had stripped to a tank top and basketball shorts commando as usual as I lay on top of the covers drifting in and out. About a half hour later I felt a weight get on the bed then a pair of hands wraparound me, a pair of lips met mine and began kissing me, my cock began stiffening as a second pair reached under the flimsy material and began stroking my cock. As I opened my eyes to find Mike kissing me, a pair of lips engulfed my throbbing penis, I glanced down to see Daniel with half my cock in his mouth, working it expertly, Mike continued to work my nipples beneath the tank before lifting it over my head as Daniel pulled my shorts down so he could have better access to the jewel that produced him. I looked around and the perimeter of the room was filled with hot young men, bare ass naked watching my boy and his best friend seduce me, many were wanking, others were making out. Daniel began licking my balls and his finger found my manhole and began caressing it, Mike worked down my chest past my nipples realigning his body so I was face to face with his junk I had never even entertained the idea of having sex with my son, his friends maybe, but I thought I had kept that pretty much to myself and the internet porn I watched and here I was presented with the opportunity to suck my sons best friend while he worked my cock and hole. While his friends watched was kinky in my mind, Daniel was beginning to rim my hole as Mike started sucking my cock, it felt like I was dreaming as the over stimulation of my neither regions took over my rational thought. Daniel and mike started making out around my now rigid cock, the Mike scooted up and presented his cock for me to suck as Daniel straddled my torso lowering himself down onto my cock “Daddy you told me to save myself for the right guy, so both Mike and I want you to take our cherries tonight in front of all these witnesses” With that he pressed his virgin ass down onto my cock, taking in my fat mushroom head, his eyes bulged out at the initial shock of pain and tears formed at the corners, he lifted off my cock as a drop of precum dribbled out, I grabbed some lube from the nightstand and handed it to Daniel who applied it to his hole then slid back onto my cock, stretching him wider as he took another inch into his boycunt. He slowly edged himself down my 9 inch shaft, impaling himself on his father’s rock hard cock. I was deep throating Mike as Daniel began riding my cock, I was meeting his downward slides with an upward thrust, fucking into my son as deep as I could go. After about a half hour I blasted my load into my son’s raw hole, somewhat of a first for me as I almost always played safe. Daniel whispered in my ear ”Dad, now that you’ve bred me, can you breed my boyfriend?” With that he pulled off of me and Mike slid down my still hardened phallus. Daniel bending over to let Mike rim his cummy ass. The evening progressed from there to an all-out orgy, the others in the room moving in to join in on the sex. I must have took at least a half dozen loads that night and my boy took just as many, along with his best friend/boyfriend. The others started getting dressed and drifting away around 3 in the morning as my son and Mike cuddled up to me, no longer a need to hide my sexual activities from Daniel, since it was evident that he and Mike would becoming a staple in my activities. I had almost always played safe up until that night with the boys, the exceptions generally with regular fuck buds who I knew to be neg. at the time. While I fantasied about hot bare sex, I was just too scared to take the risk. That all changed after Daniel’s 18th birthday party/orgy, call me a convert but I realized I liked feeling raw cock in my ass as well as sliding my bare tool in some hot stud. I soon set up accounts on BBRT and other bareback sites and soon found I had developed a kinky side, somehow finding my way to breeding zone. It took about six months or so and I started fantasizing about chasing the bug and stopped asking status of the guys I hooked up with, while Daniel and Mike were away. Mike moved in to Daniels room about two months after his birthday party and they would routinely end up sleeping in my bed, with many mornings waking to find them taking turns on my rod as I lay in that state between sleep and being awake, vying to see who could end up with my seed. Not sure but I think they would hack into my computer and spy on dear old dad and his proclivities. Over the next year while they attended community college we would throw sex parties and we would all end up filled with cum. I got to know some of their close friends biblically and almost never ran out of young bucks to fuck and fill with my baby batter, or take their young meat into my holes. One such party was last night, Saturday before Father’s day, it started out as a barbecue with some friends on the deck and soon I was deeply impaled on my son’s cock, followed by Mike’s impressive tool, then about five of their friends filled me up, before allowing me to slide into a hot new blonde twink boy, that they had just met a few weeks ago at school. He was tight, claimed he mostly topped, which I can understand with a 10 inch cock hanging between his legs, he was a moaner when getting plowed and quite vocal when plowing a hole, I think I even heard him proclaim “Take my dirty seed” to one hot red head he was plowing. That just got my juices flowing faster as I pounded his boycunt. I later learned he was just 18 and just a freshmen at the local university. I fucked him for a good 10 minutes before I felt that familiar tingle in my balls and soon filled his guts with my seed, clenching my ass cheeks tightly together to keep my own loads from leaking out. As I blasted his hole I started to remember he was one of the guys who had filled me earlier, I blasted a couple more squirts before pulling out and he swung around and cleaned off my tool then kissed me passionately, winking back as he walked away, later that evening as the boys cuddled with me under the stars, they asked if I had, had fun, I replied yes, and as the final guest left we all cuddled into bed. I awoke late and wandered down to the kitchen, a note was on the table which read "Hey, Dad. Mike and I are heading to the lake for some fun. Feel free to come out and join us. We’ll be at the north beach area. You know where. BTW, Happy Father’s day." Clipped to the note were two pieces of paper, HIV test slips, both about nine months old, one with Danny’s results, and one with Mike's results. Both were poz.

This is a story inspired by a video post I recently watched (and spunked over bigtime!) ********************************************************************************************************************************* I recently changed the pizza place I use for takeaways, and to be honest I was glad I did, the first evening I ordered something I had a fucking stiffy in my pants after seeing the delivery boy, cute short ginger little muscled fucker with a wide smile and a peach of a bum in his shorts that I gazed at longingly as he walked away from my door. Though I could tell he was a little intimidated by a very large black man each time he turned up to deliver pizza he was friendly and chatty. In time he stayed to chat on the doorstop and I gathered that he was a bit dumb and as he giggled one evening, saying he could smell weed, I surmised he was a bit of a stoner. In addition, from the way he looked at me it gave me a hint that maybe fancied me a bit, but maybe a bit shy or intimidated to follow through. My time came late on a Friday night when I got in from work, showered, put on a robe and ordered a pizza. I was watching a bit of porn whilst smoking a joint and idly playing with my semi-hard cock when the buzzer rang. I was waiting at the door when the lad came up the stairs. He was definitely not himself, in fact he looked a bit teary. I asked him what was wrong and he explained that he had just been given a bollocking by his boss. "Awwww, fuck man, that's a bummer. He chew you out big time eh?" The lad sniffed, responding "Yeah, fucking bastard he...." Then he suddenly stopped talking, and just stared downwards. It was then I realised my robe had fallen open. I laughed, saying "Haven't you ever seen another man's cock before?" His face was almost as red as his hair and he mumbled "Of course," but I noticed that he licked his lips. "Hey, when you finish, why don't you come around we can have some beers and some weed." His eyes lit up as he asked "Really? You want me to come and hang out?" I smiled, answering "Sure, kiddo." When he turned up later that night I was ready. I was delighted to see that he even turned up with his own beer. A few beers and a few joints later I asked him why he was so shocked to see my dick earlier. He blushed furiously and stammered-out this answer: "I've never seen a black man's cock before." Naturally I laughed, asking "But you have seen a man's dick before, eh boy?" He nodded somewhat shyly so I pressed harder "Have you sucked one?" God, I almost burst when he nodded blushing bright red again, but picked-up on the thread, saying "Hey, nothing wrong with that boy." He visibly relaxed as if he had let out a big hidden secret. I smiled and pushed the line of question a bit further, asking "Been fucked?" He almost spat his beer out "No!" I laughed, commenting "Well, never say never." Then I pulled-out my meth pipe, lit it, and took a hit. All wide-eyed, he asked "Whats that?" I exhaled, smiling at him, answering "Primo shite, kiddo. Better than weed." He watched me take another hit, and screwing-up his courage, asked "Can I try it?" I casually smiled, and answered "Of course, my boy." I packed the pipe nice and heavy, and then walked over, sat down next to him, handed him the pipe, and as he looked a bit unsure, I told him what to do. He took to the pipe like a baby to its mothers tit, inhaling deeply and then laughing as the hit took hold. "Fuck, that's good." He started to sweat a bit so it was easy for me to get him to take-off his top. His body was even better than I'd anticipated - he was very pale shade of white, smooth-skinned, and very muscled. I re-packed the pipe and handed it to him. As he blew clouds I felt his big pecs and tweaked his nipples. His eyes now glazed over, I put one hand behind his head, pulled my robe open with the other, and felt no no resistance at all as I pushed his head down, his sweet boy mouth opening-up and finding my big hard cock. As he sucked my bulbous cock head I pulled the back of his shorts down and rubbed his muscled ass. Then, as he groaned in pleasure, I took a hit myself and then pulled him off my dick, went to the bathroom leaving him, and, as I was now in for a busy night, I popped a Viagra and slid a nice thick chrome cock ring around my meat. When I came out of the bathroom I was fucking blown away that he was kneeling on the bed taking another hit of Tina through the pipe. Noticing his eyes were completely glazed, I took the pipe off him and with no resistance from him I twisted him around so he was kneeling on the edge of the bed. I gave his back a little shove and he went forward so his chest was on the bed and his arse was high in the air. I rubbed his white arse gently and he groaned as his boi hole puckered. I held him with one hand while I lined my cock up with his unlubed boi pussy, and pushed-in slowly, teasing his hole with my dickhead. His hole resisted at first but each time I applied pressure, the tip of my dick would spread his little white hole a little more. Then around the seventh thrust, his hole spread and my cock head popped inside. He made a little 'Uuuuhhhh' noise, so I rested for a moment enjoying the view of his little white hole obscenely stretched round my fat black dick. I rubbed my hand over his back soothing him as I pushed gently forcing his hole to accept more of my cock deeper into his ass. He moaned and groaned a bit but didn't resist as my cock penetrated deeper in to his inexperienced ed boi cunt. I stopped at the halfway point, rubbing his back telling him "Oh baby boy, you doing so good." He groaned again as I again applied pressure, pushing another couple of inches inside him. His hole felt so tight round my dick and I was delighted when I reached under him to find him playing with his little hard dick. As I started to fuck him gently I loved the way his hole stretched out with my pull out thrusts and him making 'Uh uh uh' noises as my dick slowly pushed in and out of his ass. "Little boy, you love that big black daddy cock, don't ya boy?" He gave a garbled "Mmmmmmm" again, but then it was not a rhetorical question on my part. I resisted the urge to really rough fuck him, as I wanted his introduction to anal sex to be mutually pleasurable, and besides, the night was young and there would be plenty of time to rape him later. I withdrew my dick from his hole, and he groaned, which prompted me to grin as I inspected his ass lips, finding his little ring was completely puffed-up. He moaned again as I slipped my cock head back in before his hole could close I murmured "Don't worry, baby. Daddy's not finished with your arse - not for a long time yet." He literally sighed as I penetrated deeply into him. His hole was learning fast and though the boy would definitely have a hurting boi pussy the next day, for the moment he was flying on the chems and loving his virgin hole reamed out by my big black dick. I started to fuck him a little harder with no complaints from him, just a lot of little yelps and groans of pleasure which the sensations in my dick mirrored, I shifted forward so I was now kneeling on the bed, with my dick buried to the hilt in his hole I reached forward and grabbed him by his ginger hair pulling him up so he had to use his hands to steady himself. "Look in the mirror boy" I snarled, his eyes focused on the mirrored wardrobe by the bed. He gasped as he saw the reflection of himself being fucked by a big black man old enough to be his grandfather. "Oh, god" he cried as I picked up the pace, plunging my dick into his now red swollen boi pussy. "That's right, little white boy. Watch yourself being corrupted." His groans grew louder but his eyes stayed glued to the action in the mirror. My balls started to tingle as I felt my spunk boiling in them, aching for release. "Fuck yeah, boy, Daddy's going to breed you boi." My dick started to swell and though I held off as long as I could, I knew it would not be long, "Daddy's going to get you pregnant boy, pregnant with my poz babies." His eyes widened and he gurgled with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Soon my dick swelled more and then I blew volley after volley of my seed deep into his guts, and exactly at the same time he shot his load so hard that some of it actually hit the mirror.

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 1 – Daniel) It was in late fall. I was driving down the interstate without a route in my mind, without any directions. I was looking for the right guy. He shouldn’t be too tall as I liked my toys around 170 cm. Not taller. He should be skinny as I want to be able to move his body around when we are in action. He should be young, preferably a twink with no body hair at all. While 18 years would be great, certainly no one older than 21. It was around 6:00 PM and it was getting dark already and so I chose to close the books for today and head home, when I saw a blonde angel sitting on his huge backpack at the side of the road and holding a handwritten sign with the single word '‘Portland’. I slowed my car down and slid the window down on the passenger’s seat. “Hey there,” the guy said politely, adding “Going north…. ?” He looked very tired. “Well, I can give you a ride for a while, though I won’t drive to Portland,” I explained. “That’s rocking. Any distance will help," he replied, not moving from the passenger’s side, presumably awaiting my instructions. I got out of my car and, opening the trunk of my car, said "Here, put your backpack in here, and then hop into the car." He turned to his backpack. I could feel my cock growing while he was bending down and trying to lift it from the ground. His tight blue jeans showed slipped down a bit and showed part of his ass. I wanted to rip his clothes off right then and there, but instead I helped him lift the stuff into my trunk. After we both got into the car and fastened our seatbelts I started the engine and we drove off. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Daniel. And yours?" “My friends call me 'Scorpion',” I replied with a grin. He chuckled, saying "I like that," as he added "“Nice to meet you, Scorpion and thanks for giving me a ride.” He gave me a broad smile, flashing his perfect set of teeth. “How long had you been waiting on the side of the road?" “Man, forever, it seems. I had trouble with my girlfriend. We had a huge fight and then she kicked me out of the car, the stupid bitch,” he complained. “Yeah, I know what you mean. I am slightly older than you, but women can be bitches in all decades.” “Well, thanks to you, at least I'm one step closer to getting home," he commented. “Living still at home with your parents?” I asked. Daniel nodded. We kept on talking for a while. Daniel mentioned me he had just celebrated his 18th birthday with the slut of his girlfriend and now he was heading home from this bad vacation. “Would you hand me the water bottle from the back seat?” I asked him suddenly. “Sure” he replied and unfastened his seat belt trying to fetch my bottle from the seat behind. That way I could almost smell his ass cunt, and, as the seat of his jeans slid down, the upper reaches of his butt cheeks were clearly visible. Having retrieved the bottle,he turned around and gave me the water. “You’re thirsty?” I asked. He nodded but told me, that his bottle was in the backpack and that one was in the trunk. I suggested he look around, that there should be another bottle some where in the back seat. I knew there was one left, since I had spiked it with GHB. Again Daniel made his way to show me the moon. My cock was already bulging out dangerously. He opened the water bottle and didn’t seem to register that he didn’t hear the obvious ‘click’ from a sealed bottle. He swallowed a few sips and we continued talking casually. I started to drink from my water bottle again and animated Daniel to drink some more water too. After a while I realized, that Daniel was getting sleepy I slowed down the car speed. It appeared he had drunk about half of the bottle of spiked water. I wanted him to be conscious, but helpless. I hoped he didn’t drink too much. The open bottle in his hand dropped to his crotch and spilled on his jeans. I pulled over into an apparently little used parking lot and stopped the car. There were no other cars in sight. I grabbed the bottle out of the boy's crotch and asked him if he was okay. He wasn’t barely even able to open his eyes, but he saw the mess he produced. “Oh no…. I am sorry mate….. I am just so tired. I don’t know what…..” he mumbled. “No big deal” I replied and added, that it was only water. Still I told him I needed to dry the mess, since the water was already reaching his seat. He nodded solemnly, but didn’t reply and so I took a hand towel I had deliberately placed on the driving console, and wiped Daniel’s crotch, giving his dick a good groping. He moaned and tried to focus on me, but was not able to show great resistance. “Spread your legs, so I can reach the seat” I instructed him. He did, but I didn’t care about the seat. I was, however, very interested in the guy's crotch. It was time. I threw the towel aside and massaged Daniel’s dick unashamedly through his jeans and started opening his buttons. He moaned softly, but didn’t open his eyes anymore. “Got you,” I murmured as I turned back and re-started the engine. I wanted to reach the nearest possible abandoned place, and, as I knew the area very well, I already had a good spot in mind. I glanced at my drowsing new toy and thought ‘The Scorpion is about to sting again'.

The leather bar was crowded with guys in leather or rubber wearing chaps, long and short ones, jocks, different colors of hanky’s and a couple wearing collars. I was more the shy submissive type, but open for erotic scenes with the right person or atmosphere. I was wearing jeans and a T-Shirt, yet still looked cool since I have a nice body, at 6’2, 210 lbs, with a nice bubble butt and 9 inch package, which was hidden in the jeans. After checking the scene trying not to feel uncomfortable, the bartender said, I would have more fun in a hot outfit, so why not check-out the store in the back; he was nice enough to give me a 50% discount card to entice me to go there. After the last sip of beer, I headed to the shop. It was the usual; kind of small with 2 rows of fetish clothes, toys from the small to XL dildo’s & plugs, masks, blindfolds, magazines, lubricants, restraints and so on. I walked about, checked a few prices and admired one of the largest dildos. The sales clerk was hot looking dressed in black rubber chaps, jock, and rubber tank top. He came over to chat and check out what interested me, asking if I liked big toys with a smile. I said yeah, but probably not this big. You never know if you do not try, and asked if I liked anything else in the store. He noticed I liked what he was wearing and eyed me up and down; I think I can find something that would fit you and your character he said. He stated it would be the perfect outfit for me. He saw my hesitation and nervousness and walked to the door and closed it. Smiled and led me to a row of rubber clothes. He picked the short thigh high chaps with two brown stripes down the sides. He convinced me to try them with a bit of protest. The changing area was in the corner with a 3 sided mirror and no curtain. Standing naked, my totally smooth body and shaved cock, balls, and ass surprised him. I had worked my nipples over the years and they were thick and long protruding about a ½ inch. He said I was full of surprises with a wink. He squirted lotion in his hand and massaged my shoulders, back and chest. This helped me slide a very tight rubber tank which only had a small strip of rubber in the middle chest area up to the collar over my head. He chose one which was one size too small which cut under my chest pushing muscle and fat up making it seem as if I had tits and leaving my hard puffy nipples exposed. To finish this off, he pulled more muscle and fat tissue up making more of my tits hang over the tight black rubber tank top. I was getting horny and felt sexy with my cock leaking precum, which he of course noticed. Again the clerk greased his hands and rubbed my thighs and ass, I moaned as his finger hit my hole. The lotion helped the chaps slide up my thighs and fit very snug and under my butt checks. As I looked into the mirror, I could see my bubble butt more pronounced and my tits hanging nice against the black rubber. I liked how white my tits and ass looked against the black rubber. The clerk added a studded rubber collar around my neck and rubber wrist bands with one an orange stripe and the other with a brown stripe. I looked more than hot, but told him I was uncomfortable with the brown and orange strips, which signaled I was into scat and anything goes. He spoke soft and slowly and told me how hot I was, his hands caressed my ass and I slowly bent over. He mentioned how submissive I had become and told me to stay bent over and wait. I could see him in the mirror as he came back holding a fat butt plug with a rubber tube. He was again surprised that the butt plug went into my ass fairly easy, and I moaned loudly to show my pleasure. He began pumping the ball attached to the tube. Instead of inflating I felt hot liquid being squirted in my hole. The plug stayed in my hole as he led me to a chair and told me to sit in a direct manner. I sat down with the plug going in further. He came back with some boots and a rubber jock also with an orange stripe, and asked if I was having fun. The smile on my face said yes, and I felt tingly, warm and relaxed all over. He said my hole could take more than he thought, and I nodded in agreement. As a final touch he had a little dye kit and proceeded to dab my nipple area making a reddish/brown 1.5 inch wide areola. He said it would last 2-3 days even if wet. From another bag he produced a fake tattoo which said PIG and pasted it on my right ass check as I stood up. He said I would make a hot pig slave and asked if I wanted to smoke some T which he had already gave me in my ass. I nodded and we walked to a little storage room where we smoked, or I should say I did. I wanted to stop, but he kept lighting another pipe. I was feeling relaxed and losing all inhibitions as seconds ticked by. He took out the plug and showed me a rubber latex glove. I smiled and bent over to the sounds of latex stretching over his hand and a plastic bottle squirting lube. He handed me some poppers as I felt his fingers at my hole. Normally it takes time to fist me, but he kept the pressure on and pushed hard as I banged forward against the wall. I was gasping and hitting more poppers as his fist past my sphincter. He said to breathe and take and big popper hit. His fist was going half way out and back in as I started to accept and relax. He said to take a deep popper breath up to five seconds, hold it, a repeat 5 times. He counted the popper hits as my head spun. He yanked his fist out and I yelled as he punched it back in hard making me hit the wall in front of me again. He repeated this and after 5 of these hard thrusts his rhythm slowed as he easily fisted me my loose asshole. I was catching my breath and coming down from the poppers as he stopped and he patted my ass. He said he likes sub guys with hungry holes which I took as a compliment. My hole felt the cool air as it stayed a bit open and we shared a few more T hits. I put on my jock, looked at myself in the mirror. Fixed my hair, and was very pleased with orange and brown stripped rubber outfit, tits sticking out with large fat reddish/dark nipples, and a protruding bubble butt. The clerk said the clothes and poppers are on the house, kissed me and put a handful of lube in my ass and said he wanted to dominate me later, I responded with smile and left. I reentered the bar area, walked straight through the crowd, who defiantly noticed a tall guy wearing a collar, pig tattoo with large man tits & nipples and bubble butt looking for attention. The beer tasted good and the bartender complemented me on my outfit, and said love the tits. The rubber tank top pushed them up nice and I could squeeze a large handful. I walked to the side of the bar, leaning a little forward thrusting my ass out. Guys would walk by, pinch it, and a few complimented me on my outfit and colors telling me to follow them to the darkroom downstairs. The T hits took care of my shyness as hands rubbed my butt. As a few fingers found my well lubed hole, they would hmmm and say niicceee and I parted my legs wider, teasing them, moaning as fingers darted over my ass and into my hole. I was amazed how this outfit attracted so much attention. One guy got close to me, whispered in my ear, tongued it, and slowly stuck his long neck beer bottle in my ass, took it out licked it and said he’d wait for me downstairs. I was feeling great, as I walked shaking my ass to the stairs leading to the darkroom. It was dimly lit with a TV showing porn in the far corner. I could barely see shadows of guys. It smelled musky and I could hear butt slapping and heavy breathing sounds. Few guys were on their knees giving blowjobs and others standing against the walls. I walked about and noticed a bed with plastic covers and a few partitions with guys behind them get blow jobs. In the distance I heard more guys coming down stairs. The room was filling up covering what little light there was. I bumped into a sling hanging from the ceiling. It was dark, but I could just see a bit as my eyes adjusted. I stood by the sling taking off my jock and took a few loud hits of poppers which others could hear as I snorted. I felt a hand then a second and maybe a third on my ass, I moaned signaling that I liked it. Other hands pinched my nipples and pulled them hard while I felt a warm mouth on my cock. I said oh yeah, yeah numerous times, moaning, wiggling my ass, opening my mouth as a tongue hit my tongue. Fingers kept going in and out of my hole, sometimes 1, 2, 3, and 4, roughly stretching my hole in the darkness. I was being kissed hard as I felt pressure against my hole and I took a big loud popper hit which signaled I want more. I spread my legs apart and felt a pop as the unknown fist slid up my asshole. Before I knew it I was being raised up with a fist in my ass and placed in the sling; my legs put into stir-ups. I was still moaning and saying yeah, oh yeah. I could see the silhouettes of guys at my side stroking their cocks and the one fisting me. They could hear me taking more popper hits. My hole was making loud sloppy noises as the fister was turning his hand from side to side, in and out. The slings chains were creaking as I was swaying forward and back being fisted slowly. I heard the sound of a squeezed plastic bottle and felt cool lotion all around my hole. Someone stretched my arms back to the side and fastened them to the sling. The stir-ups were moved wider apart allowing better access to my hole. I was completely tied spread eagle at their mercy. My breathing was heavy as I said, poppers, poppers. I felt a capsule under my nose, and the guy said sniff hard which I did, but he said harder and I felt a stinging sensation in my nostril, then another capsule was in my left nostril which I greedily sniff in my hazed state. This was repeated once more when I heard the guy say that ought to do it as he put the T away. My head was held still as a very wet pooper ball was being inserted in each nostril. My head was spinning, I was in a dark haze, breathing heavy and saying oh yeah numerous times as the fister slowly fisted me asshole. My fat nipples were being pulled hard, and two guys were taking turns fisting me, switching left hand to right hand, from slow to fast from punch fisting to slow fisting. The poppers were hitting me hard and I could feel more pressure every second or third punch and then gasped as two fists were jammed in my hole. My body bucked back and forth, they guys told me to breathe slowly while my ass accepts both fists. They also were calling me a pig, squirting more lube in my ass. My nipples were still being pulled as the sling began to move back and forth very slowly. The double fists slowly moved forward and back, only half way out and back in. Stretching my sphincter more than ever and finally the fisting stopped, and the fists were removed. My hole felt the cool air as it stayed partially open. The sling stopped moving, popper balls were taken out of my nose, and I was being kissed forcefully and a warm mouth was on my cock. I was again moaning as a cock entered my stretched out hole. Someone lit a cigarette or a pipe and I could see a long haired tattooed guy fucking my hole and said he had taken T all day and will piss up my hole. Again I felt the warm and tingling sensation. Tied spread eagle to the sling I could not move as two more guys pissed up my hole giving me more T sending my head spinning The sling chains were making noise; instead of being released the front of the sling was being raised at an angle. A light in the distance was turned on, giving a bit more light. I could see a guy taking a large scoop of Crisco and spreading around and in my hole. It felt cool and nice. A pipe appeared in front of my mouth and my balls were squeezed so I inhaled deep and was told to hold it for 30 seconds. This was repeated 3 or 4 times. The smile returned to my face as capsules filled with T was given to each nostril. I was getting off being told what a pig I was as 2 wet popper balls entered my nose again. I opened my mouth wide trying catch a fresh breath of air, but a rubber ball with a strap was placed in my mouth and strapped around my head. This made sure I inhaled poppers with each breath. I could see the grin by the guy smearing large amounts of Crisco and J-Lube from a bottle on my hole. He was grinning as he was lubing his hands and arms. My butt was angled down so he could push straight and up as the sling swayed upwards. I was flying enjoying his fingers. He was telling me to let loose, relax, let the body take it. He was going deep and the poppers were beyond belief. My hole was opening up as he was so gentle. I did not notice he was all the way to the elbow and a bit further as the sling swayed towards him. Others egged him on to fist the pig which turned me on. Pressure increased, but not as before, but I still gasped as his second fist entered my ass. My breathing was very heavy as new wet popper balls were added to each nostril. These popper balls were thicker and stretched my nostrils. Almost immediately my body was bucking and humping his fists. He took this as a signal to give me more. My tits and nipples were being pulled on harder than ever. Of course the guys around were calling me pig, slut pig, cunt, fucking pig whore. I was being punched fisted with two fists and with each sway of the sling my hole accepted more and more of double fisting and my nipples hurt from the stretching. Eventually, my hole gave up resistance and my hole accepted the double fisting with sloppy sounds with each thrust. The noise from farting air, sloppy lube sounds were turning me on and all I could do was moan and meet each thrust. The sling was moving quickly back and forth, as my hole was being abused. My ass was stretching wider as the motion of the sling forced the double fists further in my ass. The onslaught finally stopped and my hole gaped open. Lighters were used to get a good look. I laid my head back, breathing poppers slowly in and closed my eyes. The long haired tattooed guy came back, fingered my sloppy hole, and inserted his fist easily without resistance and he slid his cock along side is hand. He held his cock in my hole while he pissed in my ass while others watched. The Sales clerk was there who whispered in my ear, that I was incredible. The lights came on and he announced it was 4:00 and the bar is closed. A few guys complained, but all slowly went upstairs. I was still hooked in the sling and closed my eyes and enjoyed being naked spread eagle and feeling cool air on my gaping hole. I found out later the sales clerk said he was my master to the guys upstairs and would have a private after hours party for only kinky dominate guys. In essence he pimped me out for $50 for each person that wanted to party. The guys that stayed went into the shop for supplies and come down the stairs. Six guys entered the lit darkroom wearing black rubber masks totally naked. The lights were dimmed, but I could see pretty well, and they looked hot as hell. The clerk came over to me. He also looked hot in the black rubber mask, and said from now on to call him master and I was his slave, who will do anything he says or he would punish me. I said yes master. He unhooked me from the sling, and helped me up. I was shaky, piss and lube was running out of my ass. I was led over to the bed where larger dildo´s awaited my ass. One was very tall, 20inches and 3 inches wide at the top and quickly went to 4 and then 5 inches. I was told to bend over as more lube was added. The dildo was on the floor as I then kneeled on it accepting the upper 3inch wider part easily. I was given a blind fold and left there for a few minutes. I heard the guys tell me to rock up and down, which I slowly did, but only 1 or inches went in and out. My master told me to hold out my arms. I heard other guys light lighters and snort which I assumed was for some T. Master told me I would be buzzing now as I felt a prick in my arm. The rush hit me quickly. A very strong warm sensation, which made we expel my breath. I felt more relaxed and horny than before. The blindfold came off and I heard my Master say to start filming. Here I was, six guys horned up, wearing black rubber masks and me on a fat dildo. As a final touch wet cotton popper balls were stuffed in my nose. Once the rush hit I was humping the dildo, grunting, trying to slide as much as I could down the dildo. The poppers were making my body buck up and down. A cock was stuffed in my mouth which I sucked noisily, gagging as it hit my throat. My mouth switched from cock to cock, grunting. They called me piggy names and I loved it, all the while the dildo was going deeper which I never noticed. Hands would hold the back of my head and they would gag me and throat fuck me. Two guys were fucking the guys I was sucking from behind, hot cum shot in my mouth and Master said to open my mouth to show the cum while they filmed me swallowing. One guy shot his load in the guys ass, and my Master said to eat the load out of the ass. I was grunting like a pig, as a shit covered cock was placed in front of me. I hesitated to suck it as a flogger from my master hit my backside. My mouth opened and the shit covered cock was pushed in. My lips wrapped around the shaft, it tasted bitter, as I cleaned it thoroughly, licking it clean. A hairy ass appeared which smelled of shit and I could see brown smear in the crack. My tongue was out of my mouth ready as I felt a hand on the back of my head pushing me between the dirty hairy crack. The popper balls in my nose hid the smell as I licked deep into the hole. Shit was on my mouth cheeks and chin as I looked up and closed my eyes as hot piss washed my face and I drank as much as I could to wash down any shit in my mouth. I was kneeling as my legs were pulled up and out in front of me. I screamed as my full weight was now on the dildo forcing my hole wider and I slide 5 inches down the shaft. My butt was stretched 5 inches wide and 15 inches deep. The guys were yelling for me to take it, and additional wet popper balls were added in my nose. I was smiling and wiggling my ass as the last inches went in. It was incredible feeling. I was a bit delirious as my Master laid me back on the bed which has plastic sheets. I laid back and the dildo would ease out a few inches, but a masked guy would slide it back in place. My legs were pushed over my head and spread wide apart. A rope from the ceiling came down to tie my legs over my head keeping my ass exposed which was stretched wide with the fully inserted dildo. My Master told one of the guys to go into the store and get the display dildo which he uses as a door stopper. In the meantime the tattooed guy was squatting over my face. I could see his puckered hole and heard the farting as his hole slowly opened. My mouth was open wide as he eased shit out which landed in the back of my throat. I hesitated to swallow until, master hit me with the flogger, but some still eased from my lips to the side of the bed. Master switched punishments and tied my balls tight with a ball stretcher. My balls were compacted and exposed which he abused until I started swallowing shit directly and quickly. The faster I swallowed the less I tasted. The display dildo has a rounded top which was a good 5inches wide, and widened to 6 and 7 inches and was tall as a table; I do not think it was meant to be used as a dildo. Master pulled the dildo out of my ass. It left a huge gaping hole. He asked if anyone need to piss and 3 guys proceeded to piss in my gaping hole. I was more than high and the T piss just added to it. More lube was added to my hole; my hole gave little resistance to my master piston fisting and double fisting me as a warm up for the display dildo. He held the massive dildo with both hands and placed the dildo at my hole and pushed forward and I pushed out, when I stopped pushing out it went in a few centimeters. Other guys were rubbing my stomach, pulling my nipples; the stretch in my hole was not painful, as I was totally relaxed from T and loose. I would grunt and push out numerous times as my master kept the pressure on. The guys were quiet as my hole stretched wider. I totally relaxed my legs apart as the massive dildo was moved 3 inches forward and back. One of the masked guys took the back end of the dildo while my Master kneeled over me with his balls and cock on my nose. I could see his hole puckering as a fart exited. My tongue licked his asshole as he squeezed out a long thick hard log. My mouth opened wide, and the shit filled it completely. He put more popper balls in my nose and told me to bite it off. I sucked on the warm log and bite it and chewed as fast as possible and swallowed a large amount. My legs were still tied wide and back over my head, the massive dildo was rocking back and forth 3-5inches in and out. My hole was adjusting while guys were filming, petting my cock and balls, petting and licking my nipples. Master said good slave while I swallowed the first part of the log and gently patted my forehead and said good slave as my mouth opened for more shit. The tattooed guy mixed a hard T slam which further sent me to the edge. Master got up, picked some shit off the plastic, put it in my open mouth and inserted the rubber ball gag in my mouth and strapped it around my head. He ordered the guys to untie me and pick me up and make sure the dildo stays in my ass, which was only 6 inches in me, to the sling. He turned the music up, gave me more popper balls, and tied my legs spread apart and hands to the sling. The dildo was crotch height and Master held it there as a big strap-on. He moved his hips back and forward, the sling swayed back and forth, my weight in the sling made it come backwards quickly which Master pushed against sending the dildo further in my hole and the sling rocking forward. I was grunting loud and the guys were yelling to take it. My eyes were large; the rubber gag forced me to breathe through the wet popper balls, with each deep breath I was sent to popper heaven. My hole stretched further as the fucking rhythm was increased. Sloppy noises were coming from my ass as he took it all out and forced it back in. My hole stayed gaped open for each thrust. My hole was being ruined and I was enjoying the perversion of it. The party was soon over as I lay still, tired, in the sling. Guys were leaving; I was untied, and helped to stand up. My master brought a bucket of water and gave me a sponge bath. It felt nice as the warm water washed my body from head to toe. My butt was still gaping since I could feel the sponge dropping in my hole as it passed over it. I walked slowly upstairs to put on my jeans and shirt. The tattooed guy, whose name was Jim, was still there and said he, lived around the corner where I could rest. I agreed and was soon at his apartment and on the bed lying on my stomach, resting my head on the pillow. The T was still making me relax and I enjoyed Jim massaging my shoulders, back, butt and legs. His hand would pass over my hole and I would wiggle my ass and moan. His fingers reached my hole and my butt lifted upwards signaling him to enter my ass. We stayed in bed for the rest of the day massaging my hole. At some point Jim was on his stomach, my face was deep in his crack placing my lips around his asshole, he was moaning, and the more I sucked he knew what I wanted as shit eased out. I kept my face in his crack and ate his entire load. Our lives changed as I am a slave to two dominate perverted masters. They keep my hole stretched which is now has a 3 inch long slit like a pussy and my diet contains daily shit. I look forward to each day offering my ass and mouth for them to use.

As a rather recent beginner to taking dick, I find the whole process of cleaning is quite awkward and difficult. I've tried a shower hose and also a little douche I bought, but I'm wondering if my diet is at fault for me never being able to get totally clean. I see so many hot amateur videos on xtube where there is no mess or leakage whatsoever. I get jealous! Is starving yourself for 2-3 days really the answer? How 'deep' should you clean? For how long? I can finger my ass and once I reach the second hole it usually always still has dirt in there. Sorry, not a nice topic but a reality of anal sex.

Guys, I'm going to a semi-private party soon for a bareback orgy. I'm really looking forward to it. I have one nagging question. Have anyone been recently tested while on PrEP and already taken HVLs (from guys who are positive but not on meds)? The guys I've fucked or been fucked have told me they're undetectable. Now, I'd like to take the next step and continue to enjoy bareback sex, either fucking or being fucked by guys. Thanks! Happy barebacking! Read1

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You can also VERY OCCASIONALLY use a laxative before extended sessions (like bathhouse visits) I would say no more than once a month but I wouldn't even use them that frequently. You also don't want to rely on enemas because long term frequent usage can make you chronically constipated and cause hemorrhoids. Changing your diet like Pozbtm4breeding said is the best bet

Part 3 I tried to break free, I was strong, but he was stronger. As thoughts rushed through my head about what he was going to do to me, my mind jumped back to myself jacking off to countless stealth and pozzing stories. Who the fuck was I kidding? I had fantasized about this scenario as much as I had about a PA. The adrenaline pump got stronger. I turned around and looked at Full Thick Beard. He was grinning. “I knew you were a fucking chaser. I’m going to put my DNA deep inside you” I grinned too. With his weight on me, and while I was still on the floor, on that filthy, sticky floor, he pulled my shoulders towards him and impaled my hole on his hard cock. HOLY FUCK. I had never been in so much pain. I could feel the PA tearing up my insides. I couldn’t see it, but I knew I was bleeding. How could he tear through with so much cum in me already? Who cares, I was in pig heaven. Wrapping his arms tightly around my chest, he pulled out all the way, and thrust back in, teasing my hole with the PA metal, over and over. “Yeah, you like it rough, don’t ya Cowboy?” I nodded as I moved my ass around, feeling the PA rip my insides even more. “Are you ready for my toxic seed Cowboy??” I nodded. “Tell me you want it. Beg me to knock you up with my charged babies, fucker” I begged. I pleaded for his DNA to enter my blood and stay with me for the rest of my life. He grabbed my hat, still on the floor, and put it under my cock. He pulled me closer as he thrust his PA Dick deep inside me. I felt it twitch. I heard him grunt. I felt his throbbing cock blasting cum inside me as the previous loads were leaking out of my hole. My hole was overflowing, the anonymous spunk was being replaced with the toxic product of all my fantasies. My body and mind were in ecstasy. I grabbed my Cowboy Hat and put it under my dick as I was blowing my largest load ever into it. I had never cum so hard. I had never cum like this without touching myself. My ass twitched, and I milked every single drop of toxic seed from PA Dick. As he continued to shudder, I knew his charged load was gushing out over the metal with every grunt. He pulled out, flipped me around and fed me PA Dick. I could taste the cumpilation of loads, the sweat from our bodies, and the blood from my insides. I could also feel that sting from earlier. I touched it. It wasn’t smooth metal, it had spikes on it. Once I cleaned him up, he put his toxic tool back into his jeans and told me to stand up. He picked up my hat and handed it to me “Better hang on to this hat Cowboy, it has your last clean load”. He then put his hand in his pocket and took out a piece of paper and a PA Ring, just like his, with the spikes on it. “Call my guy, he’ll get that special PA on your cock so you can spread my strain with your toxic loads” I walked out of the store full of cum, my heart still racing, my cock still throbbing in my Wranglers, wearing what I knew was the last non-toxic DNA I was ever going to shoot. I couldn’t wait for the flu.

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When Angelo got back home Tony was lounging on their patio naked and his cock was semi-hard. Angelo proceeded to fill Tony in on his time with Robert including the lingering look Robert gave to Angelo bulge. As Angelo finished recounting his time with Robert, Tony had got up from his lounge chair and proceeded to pull down Angelo’s shorts to start slowing sucking on his semi hard cock. As Tony slowly licked up and down Angelo’s shaft, Angelo proceeded to think out loud about Robert. Angelo felt with the right inducement they would be able to turn Robert from straight as an arrow guy into not only a gay lover but one who would relish using his power over his students for his own benefit. All Robert needed was to be programmed a little bit and have his sensibilities “rebooted” accordingly. Angelo thought they could turn Robert into a versatile leather bear once he realized how hot he really was. His old girlfriend's ignorance on what was attractive would be a powerful incentive to help program Robert to be the man he should he. Angelo commented how many young and impressionable college students Robert could easily corrupt as their professor and once corrupted could become the plaything of the weekend or more for them. Tony was getting more excited by the moment and started to suck harder on Angelo when Angelo commented that he believed that Robert was watching from his window. Angelo decided that they should give Robert something to really remember. Angelo told Tony to lay on the lounge chair and slowly stroke his cock while Angelo went inside to get some favors. When Angelo returned he had two little baggies with him. The first one contained cocaine which he proceeded to place a small amount of his cock for Tony to snort. Tony wasted no time in doing so and then took Angelo’s 2nd little bag which contained some T and proceeded to give Angelo the booty bump he had been aching since their last party. Tony then proceeded to position angelo on all fours on the lounge chair looking at robert’s house and started to fuck Angelo long and hard. They both looked up to see Robert staying at them from his window but instead of moving away to hide the fact he had been seen Robert was to mesmerized by his neighbors to move. Robert proceeded to watch for another 15 minutes as he say Angelo being fucked right in front of him. Robert who hadn’t had any action for months since his break up felt his cock through his pants as hard as it had ever been. For the first time in his life Robert thought about what it would be like to fuck another guy and the thought led to Robert moving away from the window so he could undress and start to stroke his cock. Robert moved to his desk and started looking for some porn to watch to complete rubbing a load out but for the first time he looked for gay porn. He didn’t last a five minutes before shooting rope after rope of cum into his towel and when he was finished he took his finger to drip it in his cum and tasted it. He didn’t know why he felt that he should do that but he found the taste to be a bit salty but surprising enjoyable. Angelo and Tony looked up after a while and didn’t see Robert there any longer. They decided to go back inside to continue their playtime. Tony started discussing with Angelo how he could introduce himself to Robert and an idea came to him on how he might be able to introduce himself along with Sam to Robert sooner than their planned party. Tony had the urge to start the corruption of Robert as soon as possible and he wanted to have Sam there to setup things in motion. End of Part 2….

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 3 – Julian) We arrived at the parking lot, but no other car or truck was in sight. Julian looked at me with worried eyes. “Don’t worry” I told him. “As soon as the words spread, that a lot lizard gives his body away for fair prizes, you won’t get off the dirty stained mattress anymore. Guys will wait in a queue to use your holes.” I parked and we got off my car. Julian was told to open the trunk to retrieve his bags, since this was his new home. Before we went up to the latrines and the hut, I took a good look at the young twink. “Pull your jeans off” I ordered. “My… what? Why?” Julian sounded terrified. “Just pull it off” I said calmly and all of a sudden a knife appeared in my hand. Julian’s eyes widened in horror. Slowly he opened his belt. I ripped it off his pants, which made the boy yelp. He unbuttoned his jeans in a hurry and after he took them off he handed me the pair. I inspected the backside of his jeans. I opened them up a bit with my knife and then started to tear at the cut, to make the hole bigger The guy couldn’t believe it. “You need your jeans be ready for your new job. This is sort of a business clothing now. This way you don’t even have to open your pants to let your costumers into your body. Smart – eh?” I looked at Julian as if I tried to get his approval. He sniffed while looking sadly at his destroyed jeans. I opened his bags and searched them for other pants, which I found pretty fast. The guy didn’t have much valuable stuff, but I completed my mission anyway and cut holes into the backsides of all pants he possessed. “Of course you got to take off your underpants. NOW!” I yelled at him. Julian shivered as he took his underpants off. He stood there now with only his socks on and his shirt. “It wouldn’t make any sense if we do this stuff and then you block your entrance with another fabric. You won’t need the underpants anymore. Not at this place” I decided and then I started to shred, not only this underpants but all the ones that could be found in his bags. While throwing the worn jeans at him, it happened… his mobile phone, which was in a back pocket of his jeans, sort of fell out of the pocket and dropped to the ground. Julian tried to catch it, but nudged it into my direction. ‘Clumsy’ as I am, I did my very best to catch it, but somehow it smashed to the ground. You could hear the glass shatter. And if this was not enough, I ‘accidently’ stepped right on to the mobile phone, which destroyed it completely. Julian cried out loud, while grabbing the piece of junk. It was totally ruined and of course I looked a bit puzzled, by this misfortune that just happened. “It was a bad idea to keep it in your back pocket anyway” I accused Julian. “What…. what do I do now?” Julian looked totally devastated. “I tell you what…. I got an old mobile phone at home. I will pick it up and return that to you tomorrow evening. Then we can switch the cards and you can tell me about your first day… what do you say?” I asked him. Julian sobbed. “You promise to give me your old mobile?” he asked me. “Of course I do” I lied. “Why don’t you forget about this shit now and massage my cock through my jeans, while I am searching your stuff for other things you don’t need no more. Julian came to my side like a puppet. He cried silently while touching my bulge and squeezing it softly. It was a cute sight. The eighteen year old crying boy, with nothing but his socks and shirt on, stood at my side and giving me a good cock massage while I kept on shredding more of his stuff. After I had finished my job, I told Julian to get his bags and follow me to his new working place. We walked towards the hut, which was next to the latrine. There was a pungent odor, while we reached for Julian’s new home and found a totally messed up place, after we opened the wooden door and entered the shed. The hut was totally run down, like almost the whole place. I closed the door silently behind us. Julian looked stunned. The mattress was stained all over. There was not one single spot, which appeared to be clean. Lots of used rubbers were laying around. “This lacks your personal flair of course….” I told him. I suggested to Julian, it would be better to get more light and ‘fresh’ air in and so I kicked down the closed door behind us and it flew out of the door hinges instantly. “That’s much better – now your Johns won’t have the feeling to disturb you. They can simply enter and use your cunt to unload themselves, no matter what. This is the only way to keep your customers – believe me!” I explained all to Julian. Julian dropped his two bags in a corner of the room and picked up some condoms. He looked disgusted. “Look at it, as your business port folio. With all these condoms around it looks like this is a busy place. Guys will think you are the best whore in the world, because of the massive usage of your body.” I thought loudly. “Why don’t you just try out and lay yourself down on the mattress and get the right feeling?” I pushed Julian almost down. He looked concerned but got slowly on his back, trying to avoid the contact to any of the used condoms scattered around. “Spread your legs like a good whore” I ordered him. He looked so hot. He supported his upper body with his elbows, while being on his backside, spreading his legs. He had this lost and scared look in his eyes. You could see his jeans were also torn in his crotch. “Remember this pose bitch…. always try to welcome your Johns this way. Keep those legs spread. And if someone enters the door to check the merchandise open your legs even more, so the guy feels welcomed to your body. “Now turn around and lay on your belly. Yeah…. nice….. try again to spread the legs a little bit…. I can see your ass cheeks…. you are such a hot cunt…..” I felt my cock getting hard again. I opened my jeans again. I couldn’t wait to act as a John, like we had planned before. I needed to fuck him now. He felt the movement on the mattress and sighed anxiously. We had no lube, but hey…. most of the John’s wouldn’t even care about. So I spit on my cock and started entering his tight rectum. I forced myself into Julian in one long swift stroke. His made fists and groaned loudly. I could see, he was in pain, but for me it was like heaven. I could feel every sigh and shudder of Julian’s suffering down to my penis. I sped up. This was not a romantic fuck. I was here to breed this little faggot und to seed him with his poison. “Yeah whore, squeeze my dick. Massage me good with your cheap slut drain” I growled. I fucked Julian harder now. Placing my right arm around his neck in I started choking the lad. He had no chance escaping this headlock but he tried. He started moving his ass around, which was perfect, since they met my motions. I whispered I would love to drain his life out of him, and while his movements got more frantic I asked him, if he would love to get charged up by me. Julian hit me with his arms against my arms. I loosened the headlock for a couple of seconds to repeat my question and to make sure he actually heard it. “Listen slut, I am about to shoot my load. I want to charge you up with it you filthy cunt… tell me, tell me you want to get charged up….” I insisted. With that I put him back into the headlock and I heard again those beautiful choking sounds. “Well….. do you want to get charged up whore?” I asked one last time. I could hear a rasping noise. “Yes…. ye…. cha’g’ me uuuup” he whispered. I couldn’t see it, but Julian’s face had turned blue already. His answer did it for me. I shot my virus deep into him and made sure it would impregnate him. I power fucked him the at last like a rabbit. Shortly after that, I dissolved the headlock and just laid on Julian with my full body weight. I felt his convulsive breathing and I enjoyed the sounds he made. Slowly I undocked from his slut hole and patted him on his ass cheeks. “You did a very good job cunt hole – you sucked my whole charged cum out of my balls and into you system. Well done” I praised him. Suddenly a stranger’s voice echoed through the small room “Nice show you two…. really nice…..” I turned around and saw a huge trucker standing at the hole, that once was a door. “If he would be my fuck toy, I would have fucked him also here, just to show him his place” he continued. “He is not my boy” I replied. “He is a fucking money taking whore” “A whore? How much?” he wanted to know. The guy was quite big and a little bit heavy, if you know what I mean. “It’s up to you. Next costumer is waiting, Bitch” I grinned. Julian was scared by trucker’s looks. He was fat and not so good looking. “I asked you something you stupid cunt. How MUCH for assfucking?” he repeated his question. I closed my jeans slowly enjoying the scene. “20 dollars with a condom. 25 dollars without a condom” Julian answered shyly. “You got any condoms here?” the trucker wanted to know. Julian shook his head in astonishment. Why should he have the condoms with him? “You can’t fool me Bitch. If you got no condoms I am fucking you without a condom, but I will pay only 20 dollars. You got that” he sneered and started opening his jeans already without consent. He threw a twenty dollar note down to the dirty floor. Julian looked at me scared and I nodded slowly, so he said ‘alright’ to the guy. “Come here and suck me. Make my dick hard, so I can fuck you” the fat guy ordered. Julian crawled to the edge of the mattress and started licking the cock. He saw, the guy wore a ring. He was married….. I left the room to give the two lovebirds some privacy, but I waited nearby. So I could hear the sniffing and the crying of Julian and the grunting of his first John. “You are hurting me….” Julian whined. “Shut up whore and work for your money you fucking faggot” the John replied. There was a sound of a thump and then I heard Julian moaning out of pain. “Yeah….. whore….. ooooooh…. yeah….. milk my balls you dirty mattress…..” the John panted. Silence…… A couple of minutes later the trucker left the shack. He simply nodded at me and went back to his vehicle. I entered Julian’s new love nest and saw he was a mess. His face was red, like he hadn’t had enough oxygen for the last couple of minutes. He held his left shoulder and there were already visible marks of the punching on his back. “You did it. Another dick in your cunt and it is just early afternoon. You see what you can make? 15 minutes and you made this bloke happy.” I encouraged Julian to continue. “I…. I….. I…. do…. don’t….. I” he stuttered. Before he made a bad choice I pulled him up. “Let’s go to the urinals and the stalls” I told him. We went slowly into the toilets, which were just a few meters away from his new home. Like I said before, most urinals were overflowed with piss. Somehow the urinals were blocked and the piss couldn’t sink into the urinal. Some of the piss had already spilled all over the floor. We stood right in between this mess, when two truckers entered the toilets. They took a look at Julian’s torn jeans and exchanged a disapproving look. “Now look at this mess. This is fucking shit. Always the same shit. You can’t take a decent piss at those truck stops, if there ain’t a restaurant.” one of the guys complained. “Offer yourself as a urinal” I whispered at Julian and shoved him in between two urinals. He turned around and saw the mean expression on their faces. He sunk down onto his knees and asked them if they would care to pay, if he would drink their piss. “Nah – but I would care to beat you up” one trucker answered and made a fist already. “I…. I….. I don….” Julian stammered. “I…. I…. I WHAT?” both sneered dangerously. “Sorry…. it is his first day on this job.” I interfered. “You could beat him up for 15 dollars. No face punching, no broken bones – Rest is up to you” “Are you serious?” the one guy couldn’t believe his ears. I nodded. Both guys paid the fee and threw the money in front of the lad. “You hold him up first Miguel” one said to the other. I surveyed the scene. Julian was raised up and held in a neckholder. He had a frightened look in his eyes and said visibly ‘NOOOOO’ when the first thump hit him in the stomack. He wasn’t able to breathe anymore and the guy in front of him grinned into Julian’s face while using him as a punching ball. He was boxing like a pro. Moving around and beating the kid up badly. He even punched him onto his dick and into his balls. I went out after a while, although I enjoyed the scenery. A couple of minutes later both guys came out of the toilet area and high-fived each other. I could see, both of them got a huge boner in their jeans. They had fun beating Julian up. “Puta….. hey Pal - is this faggot staying here for a while?” Miguel asked me. “He plans to…. why?” I wanted to know. “We got a couple of friends, maybe 10 to 12 guys, who would like to meet him probably.” he grinned evilly. “Well , then I suggest, you visit him around 3 am. There won’t be any traffic around here at all, and he will be sleeping in the shack on his filthy mattress. There you can surprise him with your group; and who knows, maybe he will forget to ask for the fee, if you wake him up this way” I smirked. They nodded both and adjusted their junks before they left. I entered the toilet again and there was Julian sitting in an even greater pool of piss than before. The money was gone and he told me, that both guys had taken also the rest of all the money he owned, the 20 dollars included from his first anal job. “Man, shit happens. That was just bad luck. Come on, get up… let me help you” I lent him a helping hand. While I tried to get him back to the shed two new truckers approached us. “What happened” they asked concerned. “Nothing – he just had a job and got beaten up. He is a whore, trying to gain some paying friends around here” I answered. They both laughed loudly, but then they saw he shredded jeans and they looked at each other again. “Want to unload in a faggot again?” one asked the other guy. He looked at the young ho and nodded. Julian was not able to comprehend the talking. He was slowly led into the shack again and dropped down to the dirty mattress. “How much?” one guy asked me. I looked down at Julian and realized he was out of it, at this moment, so I replied 40 dollars for both. That was a bargain. They gave me the cash and started opening their pants looking down at Julian with horny eyes. When I turned to leave the small room, I heard Julian already cry out in pain. The pals tried to fuck him both into his ass and they made sure they would both punch fuck him to get the most out of the twink. I took the money and walked to my car slowly. I never returned to that lot again….

I'll be in the El Paso Wydham Airport Hotel, arriving Saturday October 15 at about 6pm. Will be going to Fiesta that night with a guy from BBRT who lives in El Paso, he'll be whoring me out. Will be in El Paso for 16 nights and whoring my ass out of my hotel room too...so if you want to seed my cunt get in touch and watch this space as well as BBRT.

I have taken a few now and love it! No messing around, they know what I want, and take what they want Some of my hottest times are standing at slurp ramps or in booths, sucking cock, and I leave the door behind me open, with my bare ass exposed! More often than not, someone comes in and plays with my ass, then slides in and uses me! I dont even turn around, just keep sucking, and enjoying! Once got fucked by a huge BBC! Bare of course, and he absolutely creamed me!

Makes me bust a load every time I read it

Since I got knocked up last year, I have had a revolving door experience with gono. Seems as if it just likes hanging out at my place. I have had three different infections (twice from same cock). Additionally, I have had it in throat (active) cock (active) and ass (cleared up). What can I say----I like sex and have a lot of variety. I do not take HIV medications and usually just state that I have had no real health issues as a result of converting. But the ease at which I get gono now seems to be a clue that my immune system has been compromised. Have shot my gono load down a few throats at ABS. I have also rimmed my fair share of sweet asses while dealing with the throat stuff from time to time. But, the anal stuff never had any symptoms. The throat stuff is real....I can feel it and see it with the right gear. And the pus oozing from my cock at times is a good reminder my meat is infected. But, have not even had even an itch to say that my funhole has joined the gono team.

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

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

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 3 – Myles) Myles was so tired after the ordeal, that he actually fell asleep. But even in his sleep he was sobbing from time to time. I drove through the night and was thinking about my next stop. I needed to fuck this lad, before he would meet another ‘friend’ of mine. If someone had to describe myself, he would surely say… modest, nice, polite and friendly. This was my every day face. The face I showed, when I offered help to a neighbor for example. But I had another, a darker side in me and that side was not caring about anyone. Right now I saw this 19 year old lad and didn’t pity him. Instead I wanted to fuck the shit out of his ass. I wanted to shred his insides and really hurt him, while fucking my AIDS dick deep into his guts. The beast within… was ready to strike again. We would still have time. It was still another 5 hour drive to our destination. I listened to Myles’ breathing and sobbing. It was like music to my ears and made me hard again. Only a few other cars were on the road at this hour. It was almost midnight. I would have to find another parking lot or a track across the fields. It had to be abandoned. I wanted to fuck him on the backseat of the car. It would be uncomfortable for sure, but I liked the intimacy. We wouldn’t have much room and I would bang my cock into him and there was nowhere for him to go. He couldn’t escape me. Half an hour later Myles woke up. “Hey buddy…. feeling good after your nap?” I showed my nice face and tried to do some small talk. “How long will it take to arrive in Fresno?” Myles asked me straight away. “We should be there right now…. where are you taking me?” he wanted to know. “What do you know, you can’t see where we are and you can’t see how fast we are driving. You know shit, so shut up.” I replied and the mask crumbled already. The next couple of minutes there was silence between us. I could see a sign for a parking spot. I slowed the car down to check if we would be alone or if there would be other cars already. “Are we stopping?” Myles lamented. “I said shut up” No other car was parking here. I drove offside the lot and stopped the car, then I gazed at Myles. I unbuckled my belt. Myles heard the noise and panicked. He wanted to know, what I was doing. I opened my jeans again. Button after button was opened and I shuddered a bit. “Please don’t…” Myles begged. “The price for my time has been raised…” I mentioned to him. “I cannot suck you anymore. I still feel sick from the last time. Please don’t force me to.” he whined. “I don’t want another blow job, but there is another hole you can offer me.” You could ‘hear’ me grinning. “NO… Nononononoooooo… I am not letting you fuck me. No way – I told you I am straight, you can’t fuck me up my ass dude” he screamed hysterically. I snapped his throat, choked him a little bit and told him to listen. “I will fuck your ass and you will let me shred your guts with my big cock. Don’t fool me boy. I don’t care if you are gay or straight. Your hole doesn’t care if you are gay or straight. But your hole will be used in a couple of minutes and now get into the back-seats of the car and start undressing. I want you totally naked, bitch. I opened my door and so did the twink. While I walked towards to his side the fool actually tried to run away. I had to laugh loudly. Within seconds I reached him and punched him into his back. I dragged him back to the car, pulling him by his hair. He was screaming like a girl. I kicked him into the back of the car and yelled again, that he should undress at once. His whole body was shaking but he started taking off his clothes. I watched him opening his jeans jacket and fold it neatly. I tore it out of his hand and threw it to the ground next to me. Then he took off his shirt. For the first time I saw his white, almost milky skin. It made a beautiful contrast to the color of his hair. He held the shirt into my direction and I threw it also to the ground. “Pants” I said. He opened his belt and then he opened the only button. With trembling hands he pulled his zipper down. I pulled at the fabric down at his feet and so his jeans went off quite fast. “Enough” I said and entered the car. I closed the door behind me and so we ‘enjoyed’ this intimate atmosphere. Myles squeezed himself into one corner of the back-seat and I was coming over him, like a wild animal. I tore his underpants from his body and he squeaked loudly. I didn’t even care to look at his wrinkled little dick. “Stay on your back and part your legs you filthy whore” I muttered. He slid into my direction and I gave him some space. Then I took my place between his legs. “Condom… please…” he begged me. I was fishing one of the rubbers out of my pants and handed him the packet. “Open it and get it on my dick, filthy cunt…” I sneered at him. He was shuddering extremely, he almost couldn’t open the packet. Of course it was one I had already manipulated. The condom wouldn’t survive 10 strokes, but hey… the guy wanted a condom, and a condom he got. He unrolled it on my dick which took him some time. It helped, him being blind, so he couldn’t see the damaged condom. Then I told him to guide me to his hole. He was still begging me to spare him, but he knew already that I wanted to fuck him hard. I buried Myles under my body while I entered his system without any lube or spit. The bitch was so dry and narrow, only with an immense effort I was able to push my cock head into the lad’s cunt. “Let me fuck your cunt. Open up your straight ass for me” I moaned and with a grinding motion I started to push myself into Myles pussy. His legs were resting on my shoulders, so I could use the most power to attack his unprotected hole. After 6 inches of my junk had entered his body more or less painfully for both of us, I started to jab into him brutally. I knew if I wanted to impale him fully I needed all the strength I could summon and I was willing to give it to him. Myles had his underpants stuffed into his mouth for a while now. His screaming was just so loud, that I feared, the cops in Fresno could hear him. This way it was much better. He was still grunting very loud and his face was pained, but it didn’t help him much. After 10 minutes of powerfucking, I was finally fully embedded into him. I pulled my cock completely out of his hole and checked the condom, which was already broken and rolled up completely at the base cock. I was fucking him bareback now and since we didn’t use any lube, he was quite damaged already. The red streaks proved to me, that I did a great job. It was the time to enjoy the fucking. “You’re so hot and so tight. You will be the new star in the brothel” I moaned while fucking him violently. Myles eyes were staring into nothing and still I could see the shock in his face. “Hrrrmpffff Oooooh Noooooh Pleffffff” were the only noised he made. His ass was clenching my cock quite good, after I revealed his fate. He cramped fatally and I think this caused great pain into his arse. “In a couple of hours I will unload you and then you will meet quite a nice guy. He will help you to get over the border to Mexico… you will be soon getting assfucked and gangbanged all the time... 30, 40 dicks every night. Isn’t that great?” I asked him gleefully. “It’s a win-win for all of us” I giggled and while I was getting closer to my climax I started rabbit-fucking the 19 year old lad. I groaned so loudly when I had the best orgasm for a long time. Spurt after spurt I gave him the gift. After that I was totally worn out and collapsed on Myles. I just laid there between his legs and felt his heart beating like a drum. He tried to pull his underwear out of his mouth but I pushed it even further into his mouth. I could hear him asking ‘why’ but I didn’t answer him anymore. Finally I pulled my cock out slowly and saw Myles hole stayed open nicely. Then I dragged him out of the car and opened the trunk. Before pushing him into it, I retrieved his backpack and bag. It was too dangerous, in case he had a mobile phone in there. The backpack and the other stuff I threw on the back seat. Then I taped his mouth. His underwear was still crammed into his mouth, but I made sure he was able to breathe through his nose. I also decided to tape his hands by his wrists - onto his back. I didn’t want him hammering against the car from the inside all the time. He was twitching and jerking and I heard his muffled screaming; as the trunk lid closed the darkness surrounded him. Soon his voice was hoarse from all the screaming. Finally I arrived at our destination. It was a small town close to the Mexican border. I drove to a garage, which was actually just a fake. There were no mechanics working here. When I entered and parked my car within the garage, the door closed automatically. “Amigo, how are you” a mean looking guy was welcoming me. He was over 6 ft tall and full of muscles. His head was shaved and his cold blue eyes revealed, that he was no Mexican. “Hey man, I drove all night to reach you. I got some merchandise as promised. Caucasian. 19 years old, heterosexual, blind…. I told him about the circumstances. Myles was not disappeared long enough to be alarmed yet. But if he would be sold today, he wouldn’t stay long in this garage. He might be gone today already. A blind guy was something new. Guys could probably get horny, if they wouldn’t have to see into the accusing eyes of a forced whore. “So, let’s see him then…” The guy demanded. I opened the trunk and there he was. He tried to get up immediately. “Heffffffff, hefffff meeeee” he croaked. The bald guy was already rubbing his bulge. “Not bad…. not bad at all…. I see you hit him a bit?” he inquired. “Yeah – he whines a lot, but I think that’s normal, he likes getting manhandled. He enjoys the beating a lot and his body reacts the way it should.” I explained. “Nice cramping… we will see. You know we gotta test him first. You got 15 minutes? he asked me. “Of course” I answered. He called two other guys to the car. They were also looking like thugs and they lifted Myles out of the trunk. The three criminals dragged the boy to another room. I already knew, that there was only one mattress on the floor, to check the new merchandise for the Mexican market. Myles would get his first gangbang now, and I heard how roughly they used his body. He seemed to fight, because I could hear the beating sounds of fists meeting flesh and then the hoarse screaming of the lad. Around 30 minutes later the bald guy came out of the ‘test room’. His jeans was still opened and he proudly showed his bloody thick basher. I could see through the open door, that Myles was fucked at both ends right now. “I will give you 8000 dollars for him” he suggested. “No, I want 12000 – he is unique as far as I know.” “But we don’t know if the johns will use him as much, and I need to find a buyer for him also on the other side of the border” the bald one insisted. “Give me 10000 dollars and he is sold” We made a handshake and while the guy was getting the money, I unloaded all the stuff and threw it next to a desk in the garage. After I received the cash I counted it thoroughly. I got into my car and didn’t even try to take another look through the open door. After all… it was my lucky day.

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

My intention is to wrap this fucker up ASAP, pghpigbtm -- just one or two more entries and it should be complete. But...right this minute? I've got three anonymous loads in my slammed-up hole, and poz seed is my favorite brand of lube. So: that means I'm heading out to the cruisy park as we speak. I can tell you, though, that I've already started the next installment -- 'cuz I'm ready to see this Dalton kid corrupted like he fuckin' deserves.

Thanks for everyones thoughts on this. By way of an update - have been on Prep for a while now, which has generally made me a lot more relaxed about fucking I have to say, only downside I do get some tiredness from taking it. Took me quite a while to feel comfortable taking raw cock - but the more you have the more you want. Only had 2 anon loads so far, but experience has been great - had one in a sling in club the other week and it was the best experience I have had in years. Also realised my long held fantasy of taking multiple raw cocks in a gloryhole - which could easily become my main hobby - only wish there more glory holes in london. I have also found I enjoy sex more and am less picky about who have it with, which has meant I have had a lot more fun. Also realised there is no comparison to sex with a condom and bareback, raw cock does transform it into almost spiritual experience for me. Not sure where I go next, I know there are still risks (though I have oddly become more accepting of the possibility of HIV even though I know Prep works), but taking raw cock just feels right for me;there is a lot more I want to do and I think I could easily become a complete cum slut - which I think is the road I have always been on. Though I have to ask myself what drives me to this - which goes beyond the simple enjoyment of the fucking - or possibly I should just accept it:)

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

Just the original first part of the story..... it will continue though.... The Hitch-Hiker (Part 1 – Daniel) It was in late fall. I was driving down the interstate without a route in my mind. Without any directions. I was looking for the right guy. He shouldn’t be too tall. I liked my toys around 170 cm. Not taller. He should be skinny. I want to be able to move his body around when we are in action. He should be young. A twink with no body hair at all. 18 years would be great, but not older than 21. It was around 6 pm and it was getting dark already and so I chose to close the books for today and head my way home, when I saw this blonde angel sitting on his huge backpack at the side of the road and holding a written sign up ‘Portland’. I slowed my car down and slid the window down on the passenger’s seat. “Hey there” the guy said politely. “Going north…. ?” he asked with a tired look. “Well, I can give you a ride for a while, though I won’t drive to Portland” I explained. “That’s rocking…. any distance will help me.” He answered, staying still at the passenger’s side. I got out of my car and told him he could hop in. I opened the trunk to stow his backpack in it. I watched him running to his property and felt my cock growing while he was bending down and trying to lift it from the ground. His tight blue jeans showed slipped down a bit and showed part of his ass. I wanted to rip his clothes off right then and there, but instead I helped him lift the stuff into my trunk . After we both got into the car and fastened our seatbelts I started the engine and we drove off. “What’s your name?” I asked him. “Daniel – and yours? “My friends call me Scorpion” I grinned. He laughed and told me that liked that. “Nice to meet you Scorpion and thanks for giving me a ride” he smiled openly at me and flashed his perfect set of teeth. “How long did you wait there, next to the street” I wanted to know. “Man, I had trouble with my girlfriend. We had a huge fight and then she kicked me out of the car, the stupid bitch….” he complained. “Yeah… I know what you mean. I am slightly older than you, but women can be bitches in all decades.” “I am thankful that you took me in, at least I am getting closer to my home now” he mentioned again. “Living still at home with your parents?” I asked. Daniel nodded. We kept on talking for a while. Daniel told me he was 18 years now. He just celebrated his birthday with the slut of his girlfriend and now he was heading home from this bad vacation. “Would you hand me the water bottle from the back seat?” I asked him suddenly. “Sure” he replied and unfastened his seatbelt trying to fetch my bottle from the seat behind. That way I could almost smell his ass cunt. Again his jeans lowered so much, that his cheeks were truly visible. He reappeared from this hot position and handed me the water. “You’re thirsty too?” I asked. He nodded but told me, that his bottle was in the backpack and that one was in the trunk. I suggested he took the other bottle from the back seat. I knew there was one left, since it was a bottle that was spiked with GHB. Again Daniel made his way to show me the moon and my cock was already bulging out dangerously. He opened the water bottle and didn’t seem to mind, that he didn’t hear the obvious ‘click’ from a sealed bottle. He swallowed a few sips and we continued talking casually. I started to drink from my water bottle again and animated Daniel to drink some more water too. After a while I realized, that Daniel was getting sleepy I slowed down the car speed. He had drunk half of the bottle probably. I wanted him to be conscious, but helpless. I hoped he didn’t drink too much. The open bottle in his hand dropped to his crotch and spilled on his jeans. I stopped the car. There was no other car in sight now. I grabbed the bottle out of the boys crotch and asked him if he was okay. He wasn’t barely even able to open his eyes, but he saw the mess he produced. “Oh no…. I am sorry mate….. I am just so tired. I don’t know what…..” he mumbled. “No big deal” I replied and added, that it was only water. Still I told him I needed to dry the mess, since the water was already reaching his seat. He nodded solemnly, but didn’t reply and so I took a cloth and started pressing and rubbing against Daniel’s crotch. While holding the cloth I was feeling the guys dick up very good. He moaned and tried to focus on me, but was not able to show great resistance. “Spread your legs, so I can reach the seat” I told him. He did, but I didn’t care about the seat I was just touching the boys crotch right now. The cloth went to the back seat and I massaged Daniel’s dick unashamedly through his jeans and started opening his buttons. He moaned softly, but didn’t open his eyes anymore. “Got you” I said and started the engine. I wanted to each the next possible abandoned place and since I knew the area very well, I already had a good spot in mind. I’ve looked at my new toy and thought…. ‘The Scorpion is about to sting again...’

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

I am uncut and love cock cheese. If I can't find one to suck with cheese I will eat my own.

It was Friday night the day before Halloween I was cruising the personal ads on Craigslist I had not been with a guy in almost a year I been in a long term relationship with a girl since right before Christmas last year so I was trying to be the good boyfriend and be faithful to her that all went out the window a few days ago when I found out she had been cheating on me for the past 2 months so I was looking for someone to have some fun with hadn't been looking long when I saw ad "Looking for a third for a hot fun Threesome m4m." I clicked the ad it described a mid fortys guy who is white guy 6 foot 2 bald head and a blonde goatee thick 8 inch uncut cock. And other guy was 33 black guy who was versatile 6 foot 1 175 lbs with a 9 inch cut cock. After reading I was definitely interested so I fired off a email telling my stats which were "5'9 155 lbs bottom with Brown hair blue eyes 6 1/2 inch cut cock." A few min later I got a reply it was a picture of them standing side by side both cocks hanging soft but they were both fucking hung underneath the picture it had a phone number saying text us a pic so I text a body pic and a cock pic and a picture of my backside in mirror showing my ass to them. We text back and forth for a little while I told them I loved sucking and deepthroating they asked how I felt about black guys and I told them interracial was one of my turnons. In reality all I had been able to think about for past few days was a black guy. The guy my girl had been cheating on me with was a black dude I had only seen a couple times in my life he had sold me and her weed a couple times the thought of him plowing her pussy wouldn't leave my brain. I told them the truth i had never been with black guy I had only been with 2 guys ever and both were mid age white guys with very average dicks. "Do you want to party with us? " (I had No idea there definition of party.) I replied sure have you got a place I don't like drinking and driving.They replied with a hotel address and room number I looked it up they were nearly an hour from my place. I said cool I will get showered and be there around 8 so I showered shaved all my pubes and my nuts and shaved my asshole and butt cheeks smooth done 2 water enemas and then sprayed the two melon douches (my girl had left under the sink) up into my hole and let them drain out not seeing anything but clear I knew I was completely clean I put on jeans and button up long sleeve and headed there way stopped at pharmacy and grabbed a box of trojans variety pack drove all way there excited and nervous as hell I get there knocked on door.I saw white guy first standing completely naked in front of me and black guy was sitting nude on 1 of the 2 queen sized beds with a laptop in front of him playing porn. I felt my shirt unbuttoned as the white guy started stripping me he said take off your pants my face turned red as I unzipped them and they fell to the floor I hadn't wore my boxers but instead wore a tiny pink and blue thong that was hers they both looked and black guy said he wants fucked bad as the guy in front me said are you gonna be our slut for the night I said in a quite voice "yes" he said good pouring me a double shot of wild turkey turk 101 I downed it gagging a little as I swallowed it and he poured me another and said can you handle another I took a breath and down it went he started running his hand over his cock it was first good look I got of it he had so much girth he was about as big around as my wrist and he kept pushing the head out of his foreskin it was big as hell I dropped to my knees and started licking his shaft and feeling his cock get firm in my mouth I could only suck about half cause my mouth wouldn't open wide enough to take it all he said you going to let us both fuck your cute little hole I shook head yes with a cock muffled uh huh his dick was so fucking big I knew it was going to hurt like hell I stopped sucking and grabbed the wild turkey bottle taking as much as I could without puking and stood up making my way to the empty bed as the black guy moved over beside me and I felt him pushing my head down to his dick he was already hard and Damn he had a fucking long skinny Cock I put my mouth on it as he rammed it to the back of my throat holding me down on it as I fought for air and choked feeling the head of his dick pushing into my throat I finally got a breath then dove my head back on him feeling how hot he was throat fucking me I felt the thong I was wearing slide off my butt and off me completely the white guy said Damn his ass is smooth as baby butt I felt him pull apart my cheeks and he put his tounge to my hole and then inside as I squirmed around trying to get a breath."God Damn he's tight" he said as he put his finger in my ass and pulled it out asking if I liked that I was to busy bobbing my head up and down on his black cock to answer him my head was spinning from the booze he said "do you " I pulled mouth off saying"yes" loudly then he got off bed and I kept sucking his hot black dick he pulled my head off putting me on my hands and knees as the white guy took his spot he said I wanna see his little hole I felt the white uncut cock hit my face and I started giving him head he was hard as a rock I thought in my head I really hope that he don't try to fuck me first with this thick ass cock so I pulled my mouth off looking back at black guy who was getting something from his drawer and said I got condoms beside my pants he said oh okay grabbing the box and opening them I kept sucking the entire room felt spinny I was buzzing good and I was ready to get fucked I felt him spread my legs and get between them his finger pushed into my asshole as he said "Damn really fucking tight" he squeezed some lube at top my hole I felt it running over my hole I pushed my butt a little higher in air when I felt him put his cock head barely in me my hole cramped and I pulled away as the white guy held my arms down to the bed the black guy said I'm going to use the rest of this bag of tina we have another sack he said that's about half a gram in that one as he said that I felt him pushing his finger deep as it would go inside my ass then pulled out and quickly shoving it back in it was burning like nothing I've ever felt I was trying to squirm free but wasn't able to I felt his cock head on my hole as he pushed his black dick into me he fucked my hole in and out really fast for first several minutes then pushed as deep as he could and held it there the burning finally stopped as I lifted my head and started licking the white guys balls feeling him smack my face with his hard cock then all at once he pulled his cock from my hole I moaned uncontrollably and tried to back my ass up on his dick he said Hell yea he wants more cock already I looked back seeing him with a kids medicine syringe completely full of liquid he put the syringe deep into my hole and pushed all the liquid way inside my stomach it burned as bad as first but the pain went away much quicker he got back on the bed behind me and said "you want this black cock "? Yes please fuck me! !" He got beside white guy and put his cock to my mouth I started deepthroating him I could taste the bitter tina on his cock the white guy reached into the drawer stepped off the bed to my backside and I didn't see him for several minutes I was reaching my arm around to my asshole ramming 3 fingers in and out finger fucking myself then all at once he grabbed my arm I was holding myself up with and I fell chest first on the bed he was sitting on my left arm with his back turned towards me so I couldn't see anything then he said be really still and I felt a pinch in the bend of my arm and he said "I got it in " then he got off my arm and stood up and Whoosh I coughed three or four hard times and felt my heart pounding in my chest then my balls felt like they were on fire for several seconds and that's when it hit my booty hole it felt like it got fire hot and then was soaking wet I opened my eyes and I couldn't focus them they were bouncing side to side so fucking fast the white guy got behind me and saw me fingering myself and I felt his cock hit my hand he said is that what you want still with cock in my mouth I shook head moaning yes he said I'm want to fuck your hot man pussy! I replied please take me it's all yours daddy fuck me HARD he flipped me over on my back and kept my ass hanging off the bed my entire body was sweating and quivering I could feel my hole pouring it was unbearable not to have anything fucking me I looked up at him and couldn't focus my eyes at all I tried to see his face and couldn't but I said please please fuck my hole he pushed my legs over my head and his uncut cock was rock hard he held my ankles and shoved his cock into my hole smacking his low hanging balls against my ass I screamed out in pain and exctacy as he pounded over and over fucking me with all 8 in of his uncut thick man meat he kept punishing my hole I was trying to get my dick to get hard but it was almost non existent. that's when the black guy started throat fucking me I was choking and still getting my asshole destroyed he ask white guy how much Tina did you slam him with he said we booty bumped him .7 and I slammed him with a .6 well the D boys are going to be here in about an hour with more he said there is still about 3 grams in the drawer the black guy said something to white guy I couldn't hear and he pulled his cock out of me and said you liked that slam didn't you I said yes I've never felt anything that intense he said when the D boys get here we will fix you another good one if you will let the 3 of them gangbang you and we still going to fuck you till they get here I was still high as fuck and wanting more cock I said if they want I will give it a try we stopped fucking for few min to get drinks etc I checked my phone and my ex girl had text me asking what I was getting into?

Chapter 2 I had been think about that night ever since it had happened. That big bare dick plunging deep into my hole. It felt so good, so right. I was craving that cock. For weeks I kept texting that guy dirty messages and slutty pictures, but but he was just cold with me. But I couldn’t think what to do to get that dick in me again. Then I remembered that strange tattoo. Not the biohazard symbol. I knew what that meant, but rather the number thirty-two that appeared inside the biohazard symbol. That was strange. I thought maybe if I asked about that I might get him to open up to me. Oh boy was I right. He told me all about this club he was a member of where they were all poz and had all been branded with a different number. The club was devoted to pure hedonism, liberating sex and turning each member into the best stud or slut they could be. "So do you think I have what it takes to join?" I asked. "No," he replied. "Hey, why not?" "You're too up tight and vanilla." He was right. I had been with the same guy for six years, and although he wasn't my first I hadn’t exactly played the field before we met. But now was the time to change. If he could drop me for some airhead twink, I could change into a real slut. "Oh I can be a real slut when I want to be." "Yeah, prove it. Tonight, 8:00 PM, leave your door unlocked. Strip naked, gag and blindfold yourself, and handcuff yourself to the bed. I’ll come and breed you ass. Unless it's too much for you." "Bring it on!" It was 7:45 PM, so it was time to finish getting ready. I had already messaged him my address and I had been to a sex shop on my way home to get the blindfold, gag and handcuffs. I unlocked the door and left it slightly ajar. I striped naked and lead face down on the bed. I tightly fastened the blindfold and gag in place, before attaching one of the cuffs to my wrist and passing the other around my bed post. I knew that as soon as I locked the other cuff around my wrist I would have to go through with it. I would be powerless until someone unlocked the cuffs with the key on my bedside table. I heard the door creaking open. He had arrived, so I promptly fastened the other cuff around my other wrist. I wanted that dick in my ass and I was going to do anything to get it. “Good slut, just as I instructed," he said as he whacked me hard on the ass. “Well let's get down to it." I felt him spit on my asshole and use his fingers to work it open and lube it up. I could feel the head of a dick being pushed into my hole. It felt a bit different, not as thick as last time. “Fuck that is one tight hole” I heard someone say in a thick Scottish accent. It wasn't the guy I expected. He had brought someone with him to fuck me. This wasn't what I agreed to. I tried to pull myself away from the guy enjoying my ass, but he just chuckled and pushed his dick in deeper. I tried to wriggle free, but he grabbed my ass and just started ploughing me harder and harder, commenting "It's like riding a bucking bronco," adding "I guess he fucking likes it rough.” His dick was all the way in my hole. I was powerless to stop him. He thrust himself into my hole ever faster, and remarked “Yeah he fucking loves it. He said he wanted to be turned into a real slut. And look at his little dick. It's rock hard and leaking precum all over the bed." Fuck, he was right. I might not have set out to have this unknown guy breeding my as, but it was fucking hot and I loved the treatment. I decided to give up and just let him do what he wanted to me. The Scottish guy pulled me close to his sweaty body and started tugging on my nipples as he whispered into my ear “You fucking want my poz cum in your ass, don't you?” I nodded and moaned a bit. "Yeah, I’m going to fucking breed your ass and you're going to take every last drop of my cum.” He kept fucing me faster and faster, harder and harder. He might not have been a well endowed as the other guy, but he was good and knew how to use every inch he had. Then a few seconds later, with a grunt and one final thrust, I felt his warm cum flood my ass. There was so much of it. “Your turn, D” the Scottish guy said as he slid out of me. “It's nice and lubed up for you.” "Yeah, well that hole better be ready to stretch wider for me, or else it's going to fucking tear open,” said an unknown deeper voice. Oh fuck. There was another guy there and I knew this one was going to hurt. I felt another dick pressing against my hole, but it was clearly much thicker than the Scot's. I could feel him working the head in. Fuck it was huge. It felt like a tree trunk or something. I tried to scream out in pain, but the gag stifled my voice. The head of his mammoth dick somehow managed to squeezed inside my ass, but my hole could barely take it. "I'm in," he announced in his deep voice. "Now to wreck that fucking cunt.” With all his strength he forced his fat nine inch dick all the way in my ass. I couldn't take it all. I screamed in pain as I could feel my ass tearing open but he didn't ease up. In fact I could hear him chuckling at my pain as he forced himself deeper in me. I bit down hard on the gag as he started thrusting it deeper into me. I might have been in pure agony, but perversely I was fuckin loving it. My ass was in so much pain, but it felt so good to have that massive bare dick in my ass. Just as the pain was about to get too much to bare I felt the sweet release of his toxic cum shooting up my hole. He pulled his monster out of me, and just in time. My ass was gaping wide open, my hole destroyed. I could feel some blood and cum start to trickle down my thigh. "Oh, no, you don't” said the guy. “You're not wasting any of that grade A toxic seed.” He scooped up the cum dribbling down my leg and fingered it back into my sloppy hole. Without saying another word he plunged his cock deep in my wrecked cunt. My hole was so fucking sore, but it felt to good to have his dick back in my ass. He pulled his dick all the way out and forced it all the way back inside in one quick motion. He started fucking me faster and faster, pushing the cum deeper in my hole. Fuck this is what i had been waiting for and it felt amazing. This was what I wanted - no, what I needed, He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, unfastened the gag and pulled it out of my mouth and whispered “Beg for my load.” “Please sir, give me your load." “You're going to have to do better than that,” he laughed as he built up speed. “Please sir. I need you to shoot your poz load deep in my ass." "Louder,” he barked as he slapped me hard on the ass. “PLEASE SIR, FUCK YOUR POZ LOAD DEEP INTO MY ASS. I WANT IT. I NEED IT!” “As you wish,” he replied. He built up more and more speed, fucking me faster and faster. Each thrust felt amazing, I didn't want it to stop. I gritted my teeth as the pounding intensified. Then I could feel his cum shooting out of his fat cock and straight down my hole. He barely slowed down and he kept fucking the cum deeper into me. After another minute or so of fucking me he pulled his dick out of my ass, but before I had time to think he forced his dick down my throat urging “Come on. Clean it up. Like a good slut." As I choked on his cock, tasting the blood and cum from my ass. “D, pass me the little present I brought him,” said the guy. Without any further warning I felt him ram and big butt plug up my hole. It was pretty big, but after the fucking my hole had just taken, my ass could offer no resistance. “Keep that in for a couple of hours to keep our loads in place." He pulled his cleaned dick out of my mouth and gave me one final slap on the ass, and, as he unlocked one of the handcuffs, complemented me by quietly remarking "Not bad. We'll make a true slut of you yet.” Afterwards I heard the door slam shut behind the two men as they left. I collapsed on the bed in exhaustion. My hole had been well and truly trashed, but I would have to endure much more on my journey to being a true slut.

For me it is implied.when a guy fucks me bareback I assume he will cum in my ass. Actually that is the only way for me. Never pull out

Part II-Acceptance: I want POZ Loads! I had almost turned around and gone back home five times by the time I got to Daddy’s apartment. Putting my fist up to knock I froze. This was it. If I knocked I’d be hooking up with a guy for the first time. Not just that, he’d be POZ as well. What was I thinking? There were too many things I wanted to do to risk being pozzed. I mean don’t get me wrong, I knew it wasn’t a life sentence anymore, but did I really want to deal with the health issues, extra costs, all to get some dick? Okay, it was hot dick, but again it was attached to a POZ guy. A POZ guy who was everything I wanted in a Daddy. I imagined him knocking me up, blasting me with his toxic load, and without thinking knocked quickly and hard. When Daddy opened the door I nearly gasped. He was even more gorgeous than his picture. Although his hair was brown he had hints of grey which kinda looked like highlights. His beard and mustache were closely trimmed, making him even sexier than his picture had. He was also shirtless, showing off his rock hard abs. But all I could look at was his biohazard tattoo, half covered by his boxers. For a moment I was transfixed, imagining licking his cum off it. “See something you like boy?” Startled, I looked up at his face. He was smirking. Gulping, I nodded my head and walked in. Daddy closed the door, grabbed my arm and pulled me away from it. “I asked you a question boy. Do you see something you like?” Shaking, I nodded again. “Yes, Daddy.” “Good,” he said smiling. “Take a seat and watch the video. Be naked when I get back.” I was a little startled by Daddy’s forwardness. I mean I knew I was there to have sex, but I figured there’d be at least a little foreplay first before we got naked. I had been so enamored with Daddy that I hadn’t noticed the porn playing on the big screen. Taking my clothes off I watched a twink who had to be close to my age getting gangbanged. Sitting down I couldn’t help but start to jack off. I imagined being that twink, sucking cock after cock before each one shot a load up my dripping butt. Even though I had watch hundreds of videos like this on my laptop, I realized just how different watching it here was. I was watching a video of a guy my age getting gangbanged while naked in an older man’s apartment who I had literally just met. This was so dangerous. But it was also hot. “I hope you like Corona,” Daddy said taking a seat next to me and handing me a bottle. He was completely naked now, dick hard and already leaking fluid. “I…I really shouldn’t,” I said taking the bottle, trying not to stare at his dick. “I drove here.” “One beer won’t kill ya,” he said keeping an eye on me while taking a sip. “It’ll help you relax.” For the first time since I got there I realized how tense I was. Taking a sip really did make me feel better. As much as I wanted to do this I didn’t just as much. This just wasn’t me. I wasn’t the kind of guy who hooked up. I had always wanted to wait for a guy I was in love with, making my first time extra special. But the problem with waiting is that it makes you pent up, needing some kind of release. Maybe that’s why I was naked, watching the hottest bareback porn I had ever seen, drinking a beer with a poz guy at least fifteen years older than me about to blow him. Before I knew it my bottle was empty except for a wedge of lime. Without drinking to distract me I watched the porn more intently, not sure what to do. At least until Daddy started caressing my leg. I looked over and Daddy grabbed me into a kiss. Damn - he was a good kisser. I opened his mouth, our tongues intertwining, moaning in how good his stubble felt against me. Daddy pulled away, keeping his hold on my hair. “Are you…are you sure you’re alright with just a blow job.” “Of course boy. I’m not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to do.” The way he said want spooked me. If I did what I wanted I’d be doing a lot more than sucking dick. I had made it clear what I was willing to do. Could Daddy somehow know I was fantasizing about being loaded over and over again with his dirty cum? Of course not. Then why was he fingering my asshole? “Daddy!” I gasped. “Relax boy. I’m just gonna make you feel good.” I stared into his eyes as he dug into my asshole, squirming around and opening me up. He pulled me onto his lap and kissed me again. He withdrew his fingers from my ass, and rubbed them on my lips. Without hesitation I sucked on them without being asked, even though I knew where they had just been. Honestly, that just turned me on even more. Now that his fingers were slick he pushed in deeper in me, this time with two fingers. We continued making out, rubbing against each other, the friction driving me crazy. I imagined his fingers were his dick, pumping in and out, building up to a climax that would coat my insides. I didn’t just want it. I needed it. But I had to be strong. I was here to blow him, not to get fucked, so blow him I would. “I want to taste you Daddy,” I said breaking our make out session. “I need your dick in my mouth." He kissed me one more time, pushing me off him and onto the floor. On my haunches I got a close up view of his dick, and I was mesmerized. “Get to work boy,” he said, his face scowl making it clear he wanted me to do more than just stare. I licked his dick from the base to the dip, surprised at how much it tasted like skin. Never having sucked dick before, I always had this idea that it had to have its own taste. His musk and sweat definitely added to the flavor, but through it there was still skin. That didn’t keep me from falling in love with the act. I engulfed as much of him as I could, getting about have of his cock in my mouth. I couldn’t believe it, my mouth was full of cock! Slowly I bobbed up and down, reveling in flicking my tongue along every inch I could. Not letting him escape from my mouth I looked up at him, basking in watching him moan. We made eye contact, and for the first time in my life I felt like a slut. I was changed. I knew I would try to suck as much dick as I could now. How could I not? This was one of the most fulfilling things I had ever done. I was pleasing a man. I had finally found my place. So imagine my disappointment when he grabbed my hair and pulled me off. “That’s enough for now boy. We’re just getting started. Get on your hands and knees facing the TV.” I froze. Was he really asking me to get in position for doggie style? I had made it clear we weren’t going to fuck. For a moment I started to panic. I had to get out of there before I ended up doing something I’d regret. “Relax boy. I’m just gonna rim ya. You ever been rimmed before?” “No Daddy,” I said shaking my head. “Good. Now do like I said and get on your hands and knees.” I was still wasn’t sure about this, but slowly I complied and got in position. Nervously I waited, focusing on the porn playing to calm myself down. This was a different scene. Now another guy, he had to be more in his thirties, was in a sling. He was sucking on a dick as cum dripped out of his open hole. Man did I want to be him. As the Daddy on screen lined up his dick up with the other guy’s hole, I felt something wet on mine. I nearly jumped up, but Daddy held me down. Without meaning to I moaned. Fuck that felt good! I realized that wet feeling had to be Daddy’s tongue going up and down my ass crack, paying careful attention to digging into my hole. Like a bitch in heat I kept moaning, silently cursing obscenities of pleasure. When he stuck a finger, then a second, and then a third, I found myself pushing back, thrusting harder with each additional finger he put in. The combination of my hole being played with and the scream of the guy loading into the slut in the sling drove me insane. For the first time I found myself thinking, so what if Daddy’s poz, he has a dick and I need to be fucked! But I could never tell him that. At least, I thought I could never tell him that. Suddenly the pressure on my hole seemed greater. Was Daddy adding a fourth finger? Like before I found myself pushing back, although this time I went much slower. Damn that hurt! Still, something about the pain was erotic. I felt like even more of a slut than I had before! Suddenly I realized, that wasn’t a finger going into my asshole. I looked back and found Daddy sinking his cock into me, his eyes shut in ecstasy. “Damn boy, you’re so fucking tight!” I couldn’t believe it. The bastard was trying to fuck me! He had told me, straight to my face, that he wouldn’t make me to do anything I didn’t want to do. I couldn’t let him get away with this. “Daddy!” I moaned. “Noooo!” Why the hell did it sound like I was enjoying this? “Tell me what you want boy.” Biting my lip I tried to hold back another moan. I failed. “Stop Daddy,” I said before another moan escaped. “Please.” Hitting my back, Daddy surprised me. “Don’t lie to me boy. Tell me what you want.” Shit. Did Daddy know? Could he tell how I was craving his poz cock, wanting it to blast inside my hole? I wanted to lie again. I wanted to say he had to stop and I had to go. But I couldn’t lie to Daddy. Not again. The words blurted out unbidden: “I want your load Daddy!” He started thrusting in and out, going further and further with each set. “What kind of load?” My concentration was split at this point. Daddy was driving me crazy, pumping faster and faster. But I was also mesmerized by the porn. For the first time in my life I felt like I wasn’t just watching. I was part of it too. I noticed the current guy fucking the sling guy had something in common with Daddy. A biohazard tattoo. I grabbed my dick, now turned on more than I had ever been in my life, and without being ordered, the words again blurted forth: "Your POZ load Daddy!” Wow. I couldn’t believe I said it. I actually admitted to Daddy that I wanted his load. His POZ load. And to my surprise. I was glad. “Yea boy. I knew you were a chaser. You want to be a poz cumdump don’t you boy?” It was done. No more secrets. Daddy knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t going to hide it any longer. “Yes Daddy. Make me a POZ cumdump. Make me your POZ bitch!” Daddy pounded into my butt, sending out a scream that let me know he was creaming me. I jacked off harder, blasting out the biggest load I had ever done. I felt Daddy pull out, leaving an empty feeling in my ass. I knew this was the defining moment in my life. No more hesitations. No more fears. I was going to be a cumdump. A POZ cumdump. I definitely had some work to do. I hoped Daddy would help me. To Be Continued

So here's a bit of a history before I move on to asking a few questions. I'm 21 years old, am attending college, and lucky me, I'm in a situation where I can't host and I don't have a car on campus because parking is too expensive. I'm also a total top who prefers older guys to fuck (odd, I know). And yes, I do consider myself bi right now (please don't bash me for this, it's genuinely how I feel right now). My first barebacking experience was when I was 18 (almost 19). Went to a hotel room where a guy was hosting a glory hole. I put my dick in, he sucked me off, then turned around (without me even realizing it) and then shoved his ass all the way down my dick raw. I was really surprised because this wasn't exactly consensual, but more surprised at how awesome it felt- really warm, and really moist. I pumped away until I came. Then got paranoid about HIV. So, I tried doing safe sex for a while (about a year and a half, I think), before I came back to doing bb. Because there really was nothing in comparison. Only did it with guys who claimed they were neg. Found Craigslist to be awful, moved onto establishing an adam4adam and Manhunt account. Finally started a bbrts account. So far, I've fucked probably 3 or 4 guys from there. Found more off of adam4adam, and some more off Craigslist (despite it being full of flakes). So all in all, I've probably had 40 hookups (with not as many guys) over the past 2 and a half years, many of them safe, some of them bb. So, what I've noticed is though, is that lately, I can't really bring myself to fuck safe. Probably the past 6 of 7 hookups I've had over the past year were bb. But it isn't often at all that I fuck, mainly because a) the limited number of bottoms who claim they're neg, and someone of them don't want to pick me up since I don't have a car and I can't host. And I'm horny much of the time, every day. Makes for a horrible sex situation! So I'm on the edge right now whether I should start fucking poz undetectable bottoms since the risk of getting HIV is very low for tops (yet there's a risk), or continue maintaining fucking guys who claim they're neg. I know it seems ridiculous to many of you that I'm concerned over HIV, yet bareback, but I understand that there's a calculated risk to everything. I know I am disease free, have been tested recently. But fucking poz undetectable bottoms would greatly expand my options, since there are some hot guys (I'm into guys older than me) in my area who would want to meet with me, and would likely pick me up. Also, another thought is that I've been introduced to bb too early (really, it wasn't exactly consensual at first but I loved the feeling and went through with it), since so many guys I've talked to before started it later. Lastly, are many older guys ok with a young guy who tops older guys? (I really have no desire to bottom). I like topping older guys, I find it hot. I know the expectation is that the young guy bottoms. What are your thoughts and (thoughtful) advice on this? I know this is obviously not the best place to ask, but I'd rather hear it from guys who bareback, then guys who either trash the person talking about bareback, or refuse to hear me out (if it were another site).

Howdy, i can relate alot... im 23 years old and I started barebacking alot in college. I think i was around 22 when i started breeding undetectable poz guys. There is just hardly any chance for a top to get anything and lots of those poz bottoms are AMAZING in bed

I never ask their status when they fuck me. I just hope when a poz top is pumping his load into me that he'll tell me I'm taking a toxic load. I know it will happen and at some point I'll convert. When some guy tells me he's pozzing me I'll wriggle to make sure he goes deep. Once I know I have poz cum in me I'll find other people to fuck it deeper.