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I was recently in Amsterdam again for business. Amsterdam is also one of my favorite cities for anonymous sex. On my way back to the train station I made my usual stop at Drake's Sex Shop where I paid the admission fee and climbed the steep staircase up to the video booths. It was late afternoon and eight booths appeared to be occupied as the indicator lights on and doors were locked. About six guys were milling around. I found a booth with a glory hole where the adjoining booth was occupied. Bending over, I peeked through the glory hole, seeing a hot, business man in his mid-40s, dressed in black slacks, white shirt and tie, who was stroking his large uncut dick as he gazed at the video screen. I stepped into the booth, locked the door and knelt at the glory hole, giving the signal through the hole that I wanted to suck. He immediately stood, and slid his seven inch rock hard cock through the hole. I took his cock head into my mouth and sucked on his very ample foreskin. He loved the attention I was paying to it. He was soon ramming his cock in and out of my mouth. I was taking his cock as far to the back of my throat as I could. Soon I could feel his cock swell and throb so I knew he was close. And sure enough, I almost immediately tasted his sweet cum filling my mouth. I think he probably was straight because, in a very straight fashion, no sooner had he cum than he immediately withdrew his cock from my mouth, tucked his cock away, zipped up and left. I'd like to think he was on his way home from work and stopped in for a quick bj before going home to the wife and kids. Within just a moment the door to the adjoining booth opened again and a guy in his mid 30's bent down to look into my booth. He saw my face on the other side, then stepped into the booth and locked the door. As he was unzipping and pulling out his dick, I positioned my mouth up to the hole. He immediately fed me his limp cock. Again, as with most Europeans, his cock was uncut. I again sucked on and worshiped his very ample foreskin. He cock quickly grew in my mouth. Once he reached full hardness, he started to fuck my mouth. The hole was large enough that he pushed his low hanging balls through the hole as well. I quickly sucked on both balls, rolling them around in my mouth. Then he pulled his balls from my mouth and again began to fuck my mouth with his cock for about five minutes, until he filled my mouth with his load. Once he had left, a young black stud entered the booth. He again peeked into my booth to see me on my knees, with my mouth to the hole. He entered the booth, locked the door and completely undressed himself. He was about six feet tall, 190 lbs, muscled, and probably in his late 20's. His nine inch, thick cock was already hard as he slid himself through the glory hole. I worshiped his cock head for awhile, licked up and down his shaft, and took as much of his bbc down my throat as I could. He was rock hard and I could taste a lot of precum oozing from his piss slit. I really wanted his cock in my ass. After about five or six minutes of cock sucking I stood up, pulled my pants to my ankles, spit on my fingers a few times and lubed my asshole with my spit. Then I turned, spreading my ass cheeks and presented my ass at the glory hole. I heard him spit and felt him smear my hole with more spit. Then I felt his hard cock head press against my hole. I took a deep sniff of my poppers as I felt his bbc begin to slide up into me. His cock was so long and thick, that I had to just keep breathing in the poppers, so that I could accommodate his big cock, but soon he was all the way into me and began to fuck. His fuck was long, deep and slow for a few minutes, then as I felt his cock swell to even more thickness and hardness, he began to fuck me faster. This young, black, hottie was really pounding deeply into me, slamming against the wall which separated us. Finally, above the sound of the loud music, groans and grunts of all the porn showing in the booths, I could hear his groans above the background noise as he slammed as deep into my ass, unloading a sweet load deep into my body. I clamped my ass muscles around his throbbing cock as he shot volley after volley of cum into me. As soon as I could feel him withdrawing his cock from my hole I pulled off him, turned and got back on my knees, with my face to the glory hole. He pushed his cum-covered cock to my lips and I sucked and licked his slowly softening cock clean. My lips squeezed every last drop of his salty yet bitter cum out of his balls. I can honestly say loved every drop that I cleaned off his cock. Once we were done, I tried to dress quickly as I wanted to give him my email address in the hopes he would fuck me again. We both exited our booths at the same time. "Hello", I said, adding "That was an awesome fuck. I get here to Amsterdam a lot. I'd love to have you fuck me again." "Fuck, yeah", he replied. Pulling a piece of paper and pen from my pocket, I wrote my name and email address on the paper and handed it to him. "Write me. I'll send you my Amsterdam schedule for next month. Let's fuck." By the time I got back to my hotel he had written me. I now have his email address and plan to get together with him again. He can fuck me anytime.

I've been lurking this site and xtube for the longest time watching men taking anon loads for a year. Finally, I just could not take it anymore, I had to have a load (or several loads) in my ass. I posted an ad on craigslist for anonymous loads of cum to be deposited in my horny hole. I then put on my Almost Naked Bubblebutt Jock by Andrew Christian. I had to mention it as it was the perfect jock for my first ever breeding. I prepared my hotel room, and jock on, face down and ass up, lube on the night table, I was ready for the breeder. The first breeder was a 50 year old married man. At first I was nervous...my thoughts were beginning to panic as I was bi-curious and this was my very first time with another man. I then just told myself to relax and that all would be okay. Once the I heard him open the door and close it gently I was excited, and the sound of his belt buckle coming undone made me arch my ass up towards him and relax my hole. He then softly rubbed my ass and then smacked it, pulling my ass towards him and grinding his cock and balls against my hole. I loved the sensation and rubbed my ass against his cock. He then knelt, grabbed my ass with both hands and ate my hole. At first I tightened up but quickly relaxed, whereupon his tongue slipped into my hole. I moaned as he sucked and tongued my hole for several minutes. Then he mounted me. I was not expecting the penis of a 50 year old man to be particularly large, but I was wrong: it really stretched my hole. At first he used slow, long strokes, then, having pushed my head down, he pounded me hard. I moaned like a whore and when he announced he was cumming, I grabbed his legs and pulled him deeper into my ass. His cock flexed inside my hole as it absorbed his load. The whole time he was cumming he grunted, and even more excited I tightened my ass muscles around his cock, trying to prevent him from withdrawing, and I held him in place for a couple of minutes. Then he pulled-out, dressed and left. I took three more creamy loads from some younger men. My hole was throbbing and gaping with sloppy cum inside. I felt like a total whore. In the beginning I wasn't sure if I was making the right choice, but now I am. I want to get as many anonymous loads as I'm able.

Last summer, my boy and I took a vacation to Europe together. It was one of those packages, seeing a different city every day for a week and a half before flying home. We thought it would be exhilarating, but it turned out to be exhausting. When passing through Berlin, we decided to separate from the group and see the gay neighborhood. I had sort of hoped we’d get up to some naughty fun so I brought a small tube of lube and condoms in my shirt pocket, just in case. I bet there was a place where I could fuck him, safely, with maybe a few strangers watching. The very idea got my cock stirring. We fuck bare in private, but I didn’t want any strangers to think my boy was a slut who took all loads… We wound up in a two-level club with a sign proclaiming CRUISING BASEMENT. The street level bar looked like a normal bar, except with flat screen televisions playing bareback porn. There was a set of stairs at the back of the bar down to what must have been the cruising area. We were both kind of nervous being there, with nothing like that in our hometown, or even in most big cities in America for that matter. We quickly downed two large beers each in quick succession. We joked about exploring downstairs and seeing what trouble we could get into. Maybe some beers would help ease our angst and loosen us up a bit. My boy asked the bartender where the restroom was, and he gestured with a wink to the dark staircase. I knew he had to take a piss and he got up to head downstairs as I ordered another beer. A few minutes went by. Then a few minutes more passed. I was halfway through my beer and needed to take a piss myself. I gulped down the rest of my drink, paid our tab, grabbed my boy’s untouched beer and headed to find him. I found the bathroom, surprisingly clean and well-lit. No sign of my boy. I took a piss into a stainless steel trough urinal, holding my boy’s beer with one hand and my streaming cock in the other. I felt someone come up behind me, and press his crotch into my ass. I melted into him as he reached around and shook the last droplets from my dick. He pulled way, knelt down and took me into his mouth, moaning as he deep-throated me, occasionally holding up a bottle of poppers to huff. I like good head as much as anyone, but I was worried about my boy. I pulled the guy off my now-wet dick and backed out of the bathroom. The guy stayed on his knees grinning at me as I headed into the darkness to rescue my boy if he needed rescuing or to join in some raunchy, hopefully safe fun. In the darkness, I followed the sound of whispers and groans down a short hallway where I found my boy in an open doorway, leaning out and moaning, with his eyes closed. I reached out to feel his chest. His shirt was pulled up behind his neck. He clenched his eyes and I ran my hand down to his crotch. It was so dark that I could barely see that his pants were at his ankles, and someone was eating his ass. I grabbed my boy’s hard cock and he swatted my hand away. I cleared my throat and he opened his eyes. He reached out to me and wrapped his arms around my neck, supporting his weight as the stranger worked his ass. My boy whispered, or rather hissed into my ear "Is it okay if he fucks me?" I murmured approval, extracted the condom from my pocket, and handed it to the top who stood up and started slapping his sizeable dick against my boy’s wet ass crack. Of course I expected him to pull on the condom, but instead he scoffed and threw it to the dirty ground, pushed my boy’s back down so it was parallel to the floor, and his ass arched up. My boy grabbed onto my waist with both arms as the stranger lurched forward. My boy yelped and I knew the top had entered him raw. Just then the guy who had briefly blown me in the bathroom stepped out of the darkness and held his bottle of poppers under my boy’s nostrils. My boy huffed deep and held his breath. Had I been thinking clearly, I might have tried to stop it, but I was honestly too turned on. The top pounding my boy’s raw ass went at it for about thirty seconds, only to mutter "Too tight. Gonna make me breed him too soon." Then giving a disapproving grimace he pulled out and disappeared into the shadows. My boy was dizzy from the experience. I grasped both of his hands and led him towards a deep bench against a wall. I sat down and he collapsed, face first into my lap, thinking he would take a quick nap, but I was wrong. He shimmied my pants down and swallowed my hard dripping cock to the root. I was still wet with the poppers guy’s spit. I knew there were other guys around. I could hear them whispering, and kissing, and sucking, and fucking. Knowing that at least some of them were watching really got me hot. The guy with the poppers had followed us and knelt down behind my boy, diving into his freshly-fucked ass with his tongue. My boy moaned on my dick. The guy lapped away for a few moments and then crouched down behind him. From my place on the bench, I watched as his aimed his raw cock into my boy’s willing ass. My boy squealed as he took another raw anal assault. The poppers guy took a huff and then leaned over my boy, making him do the same, and then offering them to me. I took the bottle and inhaled very deeply as the poppers guy's pace picked up only to halt. I knew he was firing his cum into my boy’s bare hole. He slapped my boy’s sweaty, and now cummy ass and pulled out. I thought he’d go away, but he leaned towards my boy and whispered with his thick German accent, theatrically so everyone around could hear "Good thing that other guy didn’t blow his load inside you. He’s POZZED up more than a few tourists here." He chuckled as my boy fisted his cock, his moans announcing he himself was close to cumming. The poppers guy laid down on his back, under my boy, on that filthy sticky floor, gobbling down my boy’s cock just in time to swallow his load. Just then, the first guy, the hulking POZ one, crept out of the darkness again. His huge cock was still wet and shiny, either from my boy’s hole or from some other bottom in the basement darkness. He slapped it against my boy’s cummy crack a few times, leered at me, and slammed all the way in. My boy tried to swallow my dick, but the top was so aggressive that he mostly just moaned with an open mouth around the head. He fucked my boy hard and quick for no more than two minutes. He cursed in Dutch, or German maybe, a few times before quickening his pace and then pounding six times with decreasing speed, filling my boy with toxic seed. It got me super close to going over the edge. My boy felt my nuts tightening up and pulled off my cock. The POZ top disappeared and the poppers guy just laughed as I pulled away and got behind my boy, marveling at the cum streaking down his thighs and the low light glistening on his sweaty back. I slid easily into is loose sloppy hole and came after five seconds. My boy threw his head back and lost another load into the poppers guy’s eager mouth. My boy stood up on his trembling legs and threw his arms around me, kissing me deeply. He growled into my ear "We gotta get out of here, and fast, or I’m going to wind up taking every load in this basement." "And what would be so bad about that?" I asked. He kissed me hard, grinned and waved at me, and backed away into the darkness….

At least it wasn't a year for my next update, lol. A couple of hours later, I got a text from Carlos with a picture of Joey’s red abused hole with the caption “He still thinks he’s safe lol.” >>He asked if I came in him and I told him I just used a lot of lube lol >Fuck, looks like you really did a number on him >>Yeah my fingernail scratched him good on the inside too. This fuck should definitely take. >Fucker deserves it >>I asked him why he seemed upset. He told me about you. >Oh really? I’m surprised. >>Yeah, he opened up after opening up lol. Told me he knows you’re not satisfied always using condoms and is worried you’ll cheat and go raw with someone. I thought about that. If I hadn’t found out Joey was cheating, would I have eventually gotten frustrated enough that I would find someone to breed? >>I told him maybe he just needed to spice things up a little. Maybe a threesome would be enough to get you excited. >Fuck yeah. Did you nominate yourself? >>Of course, lol. He just doesn’t know how to bring it up to you. I told him I’m sure you’d jump at the chance, especially hearing how your night ended. >Well that and I know you, but he doesn’t need to know that >>Lol. Let’s hope it’s soon. ................................................................................. The next day I worked from home through the morning and Joey stopped by around noon with sandwiches for lunch. I wondered if he would bring up our little moment or if he’d ask about a threesome, but all through lunch he was quiet. I couldn’t take it, so I opened saying “So, about yesterday…." “I know it’s frustrating,” Joey interrupted me. “I know we’ve been monogamous for a long time; I just don’t feel right having unprotected sex. I’m really sorry that it bothers you.” While the apology was alright on its face, the bit about monogamy made me feel hurt for knowing the truth. I also felt twisted joy from knowing he wasn’t as protected as he thought he was. That sense of what I can only describe as evil grew within me to the point where I no longer cared that he was cheating. I just wanted his hole filled with poz cum. “I get how you feel,” I said firmly. “I just feel like things are getting a bit stale.” I hoped it didn’t feel like I was leading him to any conclusion. He seemed to take it as the right opening to bring up Carlos’ suggestion, though. “What if we brought in a third person to freshen things up, then. As long as we’re all safe, I think it might be fun.” I smiled. Outwardly, Joey seemed to be more at ease seeing that I was pleased he’d come up with a great idea. Inwardly, I felt that evil grow knowing he’d taken the bait yet again. My dick grew hard at the thought of knowing I would be there to see him get his ass filled with poz cum in person. “That sounds like a good idea. You think you can find someone for us?” I asked. I didn’t want to make it more complicated by appearing to want input. Grinning, I added, “I trust your judgement.” Joey looked contemplative as he wiped his mouth and hands with the napkin. “Well, do you want someone white, Latino, or even black?” he asked. I got up and walked over behind him, leaning my head into his ear as I ran my hands down his chest towards his thighs. “As I said, I trust your judgement, but I think I’d like to bring another Latino in just to see what two of us can do with a thick white boy like you.” He moaned a bit and I knew he was playing the scene out in his head. That would more than likely get him to contact Carlos. “I’ll see what I can do,” he blurted. “When were you thinking?” "As soon as we can, baby."

It started while I was asleep. No one was home since it was my parent’s date night and I was an only child. I was just laying there peacefully until I felt two strong grips on both of my wrists. I woke up jerking but I could’t flip over to my back. I had to look around the room but it was dark. All I could see were two figures looming over my bed, each grabbing me. I didn’t even realize there was a third guy behind me until I felt a sharp slap on my ass. Even then it didn’t completely register until he started to talk. Stranger 1: Mmm boys, look at this precious gem we’ve found. I was squirming but petrified. I was a small guy and these men were all very strong. The two had my wrists down and I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t even get out any words. Stranger 2: Yeah we’ve certainly noticed. This boy is definitely better than all that jewelry we’ve found. So they were burglars. Stranger 3: And to think we almost left after we hit up the master bedroom. So glad we came to this room. Stranger 1: Yeah he’s gonna be fun. Isn’t that right boy? He was talking to me. I was still petrified. Me: — uh I felt another sharp pain on my ass. Stranger 1: Come on speak! Gonna be making a whole lot of noises tonight anyway! What’s your name kid. Me: D-Derek. Stranger 1: Mmm I’ve met some good Dereks before but don’t you just look the sweetest. Do you realize what we’re here for Derek? Derek: —uh - you’re stealing. Stranger 2: In a way baby. We’ve already done that part. Stranger 3: Yeah we’ve come across something better since that. It hadn’t even clicked yet what they were talking about, I still just couldn’t move. My night started off so peacefully that this twist was shaking me to my core. My parents left maybe 20 minutes ago and I just fell asleep since I had some early days coming up. Stranger 1: Oh yeah, definitely come across something better. We might not even take anything else with us when we go. Derek: G-go where? Wha-what is this? Stranger 1: Oh you don’t know yet? That’s fun. Maybe we can keep it a mystery. Stranger 3: Oh come on, he’s gonna find out in minutes anyway. Stranger 2: Even sooner. When the guys holding my wrist said that, I heard a zip behind me and a slap on my ass. Stranger 1: Tell me something kid, it’s only 9o’clock, what are you doing in bed already? Derek: I- uh - have to be up early. Stranger 1: Mmm, for what? He was rubbing my ass over the boxers I had on. Derek: I have training in the morning. Stranger 1: Oh yeah? What kind? Derek: I-I I was stuttering. Stranger 2: Come on, what kind? Derek: I’m training to be a pastor. Stranger 1: Oh yeah? That’s hot kid. How old are you? Derek: I’m -uh - 19. Stranger 3: Perfect for us, not that your age matters to us anyway. The guy behind me was still rubbing on my ass. I had an idea about what they were thinking but I was in denial about everything, still petrified. Stranger 1: Mmm that sounds hot boy. Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you get to your training. Do me a favor and get on your knees. I listened. The two were still holding my wrists in place, but my ass was up. I was sinking out of denial. And then I felt my briefs being taken down slowly. Stranger 1: Mmmm look at that. You boys need to see this. Stranger 2: We gotta hold him down still. Stranger 3: I’m not so sure that this punk will move. Stranger 1: Try it, let’s see. This view is worth it. And they released my hands but I couldn’t move. Not with three big guys surrounding me. The guy originally behind me was rubbing on my bare ass with his fingers. Stranger 3: Mmm you were right, this is something to salivate over. Stranger 1: That’s the plan. He put both his hands on my ass cheeks and spread them. I felt him get closer and lean in and then I heard and felt his spit hit me. He used his fingers to rub it in. I tried to move a little, obviously scared. But the two quickly grabbed me again while the one put his face onto me. Licking my ass with his tongue. Stranger 1: Oh boy that’s sweet. He dove in again and it felt good, but so wrong. He kept spitting and licking and I even felt him bite my ass. Derek: St-stop this please. I began to whine but that wasn’t gonna do anything. Stranger 1: Shut him up please. Stranger 2: Of course. They were quick to unzip themselves and I saw the dicks in their pants spring out, rock hard. I was no longer in denial but I was still petrified enough not to speak. Stranger 3: I think you know what’s next. I wasn’t sure who he was talking to, but I did know what he was doing. Derek: Please.. no. Stranger 2: Open. He pushed the head of his dick against my lips. I didn’t wanna open it up but he kept adding pressure until the tip slipped in between. Stranger 2: Ooh boy that feels good. Ready for more. I looked up at him with desperation in my eyes. But he just gave me a devilish smile. Stranger 2: Come on. Stranger 3: Might as well give in now. He pushed his dick in deeper. Stranger 2: Oh god yeah. I hated that he said that. Stranger 3: I can’t fucking wait. Stranger 1: I think it might be even sweeter on this end. The man behind me was getting more aggressive with the way he ate my ass. He was spitting and rubbing and licking and spanking. He kept squeezing my cheeks, pulling them apart and going in as deep as his tongue would go. I kept squirming and making discomforting noises. But it didn’t matter what I did. These men were intent on violating me. The man with his dick in my mouth was rocking it in and out. Getting it closer and closer to the end. Stranger 2: Aw his tongue is so warm. Stranger 3: Come on, give me a turn. Stranger 2: Hold on, just wait till it’s all in. Trust me, you’re gonna love it. Stranger 1: We’re all gonna love it. He smacked my ass. Stranger 1: All of us. It was clear he meant me as well, but I couldn’t imagine ever loving it. I was a man of faith, and this was all wrong. His fingers began to explore more. Stranger 1: You ready for me to open it up? And he inserted one of his fingers. He took turns after that between his fingers and tongue. Stranger 1: I wanna make sure you’re all ready for the real fun. By now the dick in my mouth was in, his balls touching my chin. He just herd it in there for a moment before pumping again. Stranger 2: Fuck this is good. Stranger 3: Come on now. Stranger 2: Hold on, he can hold it now. He started pumping a little faster. Stranger 2: Oh this is too sweet. I’m getting close. What do you all think? Stranger 3: I say go for it so I can get some. Stranger 1: Yeah go for it, there’s still time for more. What do you think Derek? He pulled his dick out for me to answer. And the one behind me put in a second finger. Derek: Ahh! No, don’t do. Stranger 2: Don’t want some of my cum? Derek: Ahh ! No, I’ve never even- Stranger 1: What? No way kid. Derek: No, noo.. Stranger 1: Well now we gotta show him. The second guy put the tip in again and began to stroke the rest while fingers and tongue were still all over my ass. Stranger 2: Oh man, fuck this is gonna be good. He slapped his dick against my face. Derek: No I don’t want this. Stranger 2: Maybe I should just stop then. Derek: Please. He started stroking faster. Stranger 2: Open back up. He pressed his dick into my mouth again and put it all in, stroking his dick with my mouth. Stranger 2: Uhh fuck I’m ready? A third finger entered my ass and the man was going as deep as his hand would let him. I started to grunt with the guy fucking my face. Stranger 2: Oh man here you go. He put his dick all in and I felt a warmth enter my throat. He kept pumping then pulled out, still leaking his warmth onto my tongue. Stranger 2: Mmm make sure you got to taste some. He slapped it against my tongue and let the last drops leak out. Then he pumped some more in, spreading it around my mouth. I was horrified, it was tangy and he was leaving me no choice. I was staring in disbelief that this was all happening. The guy behind me slapped my ass. Stranger 1: Good fucking boy. Stranger 3: My turn now. He switched spots with the second guy and smacked my face with his dick. Stranger 3: You all ready for me to get rougher? You’re throat all open and lubed for me now. My phone went off. Stranger 2: Fuck what’s that? Derek: Th-that’s my text. He grabbed my phone and it was from my parents. He brought it to me and had me open it. They were finally leaving the restaurant, on their way home. Stranger 3: Fuck man, I didn’t even get to. Stranger 1: Don’t worry. Leave all their belongings, we’ll just take the kid. He slapped my ass while the second guy emptied the bag they brought and put it around my head.

Part 13 “Alright cunt, your Sir assured us you were fair game for anything. You ready for a new test of your pathetic existence?” I feared what he had planned, but I nodded. “Good. First off, swallow my piss for me.” He immediately began flooding my mouth with his sweetly bitter piss. I gulped it down as fast as I could, angry with myself for missing a few drops of his nectar. After my gut was full of his piss, I felt sad that he had finished and looked at him with sad eyes. He laughed and said, “It’s okay boy, you all feel that way after drinking me.” The guy fucking me started to say, “Yeah, bec…” but was cut off with a backhand to the face. My love (really, what the hell is going on with me) snapped his head and glared at him. “You know the rule.” I watched in pure confusion as the man fucking me pulled out of my ass, cum dripping from his dick. “Yes, Sir.” He wiped the cum from his dick, and preceded to lick it off. I saw his face convulse in disgust as he tasted it. The convulsion twisted further with the order, “Swallow it.” He garbled out, “Yes, Sir” as he swallowed the cum. The guy then leaned over and before I could prepare myself, his tongue lapped up any cum that had dripped out of my cunt into my cheeks. “Stand up.” He stood back up, tongue still out, and was ordered, “Swallow.” He pulled his tongue back in and swallowed a large helping up who knows how many DNA mixed cum loads. “Assume the position.” The man then put his hands behind his head and stood with his legs spread wide. “Reveal to this pathetic cunt why this is happening.” The guy looked at me and simply stated, “I failed to follow orders of the Brotherhood. I accept my punishment, Sir.” With that, out of seeming nowhere, the man standing above me, who I could not explain my feelings for, delivered a bone rattling kick, square to the nuts and cock of the man standing in front of me. The kicked man’s mouth opened in a silent scream as he crumpled to the floor. “Get the fuck out of here and tell the others of your behavior. They will finish your punishment.” The man crawled to the door, clearly in great pain and was passed by another man heading to my cunt. There were no words of sympathy for the crawling man, no offer of assistance. Instead, as if nothing was going on, the next man asked, “Is the cunt available Sir?” My love nodded and I was again mounted like a bitch. My love turned back to me and looked me in the eyes. “You see what happens when you fail to follow rules boy? You get hurt and hurt badly.” He kneeled down, turning my head to face him and quietly said, “He won’t heal as you do, he may not be whole again for a while, if ever. You though? You have that special gift from our Father. As I have my special gift from Him.” I leaned forward and tried to kiss him, but he simply put a hand out and stopped me. “No kissing on the lips boy. Only I get to do that.” My lips trembled with dejection as he instead lifted his arm, showing me his hairy armpit. The smell of it, so close to my nose, made me gag it was so strong. I’ve smelled dirty armpits for years, you can’t avoid it being a baseball player. I’ve always been disgusted by the smell, even when its an earned and honest sweat. There’s a difference between athletic sweaty pits and unwashed, unkempt dirty pits. And then there was his. After the initial wave washed over me, something else kicked in. I strained my head, not pulling away, but stretching as close to it as possible. He saw this and smiled, “You like that smell don’t you boy?” I nodded. “You want to get your nose all the way in there don’t you? Feel my wet hair in your nostrils. Marking you with my scent. Show me you want it.” I scooted as much as I could to get closer to it. “Good boy.” He lowered his armpit onto my nose and mouth. I started to tongue it but stopped when he told me, “I didn’t give you permission to taste it. Do you need to be punished?” I shook my head to indicate I did not, then realized how I had failed him and upset him. I slowly nodded my head, knowing I had broken the rules. Keeping his armpit covering my mouth and nose, he turned to the guy fucking me and said, “Pull all the way out of his cunt.” No resistance as my cunt was abandoned and tightened up. “Give me your cigar.” I felt my love move to take the cigar and bring it around to my face. “Now, this will hurt quite a bit. I hate doing this to you, but you must be punished.” He put the cigar between his teeth, taking a drag to get the embers red hot and then immediately placed the lit end to my forehead. The pain was horrible, and the scent of burning flesh was putrid. “Fuck him hard.” The cock was slammed back into my hole, causing a new level of pain that had not been matched since the night before. My mouth opened into a silent scream and my eyes filled with tears. He looked at me and made me focus on him. “Boy, that hurt me so much having to do that to you. Don’t hurt me again. Or I’ll have to do worse. Do you understand?” I nodded and as he moved his arm briefly to uncover my mouth, I said, “I’m sorry Sir.” He smiled back and said, “Yes boy, you are sorry.” My mind tore apart as part of me was angry for being so pathetic to apologize to him after he hurt me. The other part of my brain was fighting to integrate my patheticness as my identity. He dropped his armpit back to my mouth and simply ordered, “Clean it.” I spent the next few minutes, although it seemed only seconds, sliding my tongue in every direction, trying to collect every drop of man sweat from him. I closed my lips around his hairs and sucked them as dry as possible. I was given the privilege of servicing his other arm as well. All the while I felt several guys enter me, fuck me and some shoot in me. I felt the burning, but it was such a distant feeling as I was entranced to his nectar. Finally, he pulled away, leaving me silently whimpering. “Good boy. Did you know you were a pit pig? I think you’re going to be very popular with your teammates. Offering to sniff and clean their sweaty armpits.” I nodded my head, disgusted at what he said; knowing it was true. “You’re doing really well, cunt-boy. I think you might be ready for your final lesson. Are you ready?” Not caring what it was, only wanting to please this man of mans, I nodded my head. “Don’t you even want to know what it is before accepting?” I shook my head. “Good boy. Close your eyes and keep them closed until I tell you.” I closed my eyes and waited. Nothing happened, except for another change in fuckers. Soon though I felt movement around my head, and pressure at the top of my face. “Open your eyes.” I did and was greeted by a hairy, muscular ass. The cheeks were spread wide and I could see a tight hole inches from my mouth. I immediately started bucking, trying to get my face away. This was too much. “Stop fighting me boy.” I stopped. “You said you were prepared. Did you lie to me boy?” I shook my head, but knew he couldn’t see it. “Show me a thumbs up to indicate you told me the truth. Thumbs down to indicate you lied.” I hesitated briefly before placing my thumb up. “Do you know what I’m expecting from you?” Thumb up. “Then do it boy.” I hesitated briefly, overwhelmed by the sweaty stench of his ass. Again, it was his scent, and his scent alone. No smell of ass funk or shit. Just his scent. I stuck my tongue out tentatively and touched it to his crack. As with his pit, I went to a place I’d never imagined. I became utterly focused on tasting his ass, the sweat and the hairs. For minutes I licked every inch of his crack, being rewarded with moans and “Yeah, boy” to indicate I was doing it well. “Stop.” My tongue froze where it was. “Why are you ignoring my hole boy? That should be your main focus. Worshipping a real man’s asshole, worshipping something you no longer have. Get your tongue in there.” I moved my tongue to that one place I tried to avoid. I felt his hole quiver slightly at the first touch of my tongue. He started moving his ass, front to back and side to side. My tongue was being used by him to lick his asshole entirely. “Good boy. Now go in.” That was not what I wanted. My tongue curled at the tip and pushed at his hole. He pushed his hole a little, while also sitting further down, and soon my tongue was in him. I was past his first ring, and could feel the lining of his colon. The heat burned me, but the taste was amazing. He began to slowly gyrate on me, then bounce up and down slightly. “Stick your tongue out as far as possible. I want to feel you in there.” I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and it slid in a little more. “Oh, fuck yeah boy. How’s that taste? You’re fucking tonguing my asshole.” I could only give him a thumbs up as my mouth was full. I could see a little, but could feel him mostly, jerking on his dick. “I’m pleasing him. He’s hard because my tongue is in him. I’m a good faggot cunt for him.” Again the fight in my brain. One side shouting how disgusting I was being. The other wanting to go further and hoping he’d give me his cum. I felt him continue to jerk and he said, “I’m getting close to shooting boy. You get to choose where my load goes. Your cunt? Your mouth? On your stomach?” For a split second the battle in my brain waged on. However, it ended quickly when I pointed to my cunt. I heard him yell, “Pull out of his pussy.” The guy in me followed directions and my hole was quickly emptied. My love hopped off the table and quickly approached my hole. He didn’t enter me. He stood staring at me. “Use your words cunt-boy. Tell me what you want.” I moved my mouth, not expecting to hear anything. But I heard my voice call out, “Fuck me Sir. Shove your dick in my cunt.” He smiled. “More.” This was it, no going back. “Fuck my cunt Sir. Breed my hole. Give me your dirty death seed.” My mind broke entirely as he smiled down at me. “As you wish slut.” He slammed into my hole and this time, instead of screaming in pain, I groaned in ecstasy. “Rape my ass Sir. Give me that dirty cum. Give me your AIDS. Oh, FATHER. GIVE IT TO MEEEEEE!!!!” He slammed into me a couple more times before groaning, “Take it boy. Take your death sentence.” I felt the most intense burning. No, it was more than burning, it was a massive hell-fire burn in my ass as he unloaded in me. It didn’t stop in my ass. The fire spread through me, consuming me entirely. I reached out to him and placed my lips to his. “Thank you Sir.” He continued to fuck me, shoving the death seed as deep in me as possible. I began to cry, knowing I had just begged for death. And it had been granted. He looked at me, his eyes searing deep into me. “Don’t cry boy. You’ll be okay.” “I know Sir. I’m crying because you made me see my truth.” “No boy. You only see what I wanted you to see. Say what I wanted you to say. My gift from the Holy Father? I make stupid little bitches like you do what I want. But when I’m done with you? You don’t remember a damn thing. Just that you did things you are disgusted by.” “But, I… lov…” “Shut your mouth boy. You don’t love me. I own your mind right now. And I’m wiring your brain to turn you into even more of a whore then your Sire started you as.” “Now, in addition to being a cum whore for any man who wants to breed you, you are even more. Now you are also a disgusting little sweat whore. You will clean the dirty armpits, the dirty asses and the dirty feet of ANY MAN WHO WISHES IT.” “No I won’t. I’m not that sick.” “You will you pathetic little bitch.” “NEXT. This is going to be fun to watch.”

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

Been blowing a married guy for almost 5 years now and could never get him to fuck me. This afternoon at his office, I was on the floor between his legs, sucking away and he reached down and started fingering my hole. Just told me he wanted my ass. I turned around. He spat on my hole and fingered me open -- spat a few more times and slowly fed his cock in my ass and fucked me like a dog. I left with his smell on me and his load up my butt. Finally...

Author's note: Finally, here is part 2. Apologies for the very long wait. working on part 3 now, Hopefully will get to a state I'm happy with sooner (happy enough anyway). Posting with a larger font as the last time a moderator had to revise... hopefully people can read it this time. Lol> ---------------------------- Part 2: The Next Step Tommy raised an eyebrow. “Well, lucky for you, someone convinced me to explore my top side recently. But are you sure about this? It’s going to hurt a bit… especially if its your first time.” Calvin’s heart pounded like a drum. Terrified. But he felt a need for for what Tommy had to offer. No. More than a need. A desperate, gnawing hunger for cock. For cum. “Please.. “ He forced himself to look Tommy in the eyes. “… please fuck me.” “Do you want to come back to my place?” Tommy asked. Calvin only considered for a second. “No, man. Here. Now.” “Damn, you're an eager slut aren’t you? Well, if you’re that desperate to get your cherry popped, why the fuck not?” Tommy’s pulled their bodies close together. and his lips found their way to Calvin’s. Calvin could feel the hardness in Tommy’s jeans pressing against him. It made his pulse beat a little faster. A restless ache inside. An emptiness that he knew only a hard cock could ever fill. And Tommy’s cock was definitely hard. And big. Definitely big. Tommy gently guided Calvin’s hand to his crotch. Calvin’s fingers explored the bulge, pressing his palm carefully against it, following down the shaft. Finally reaching the ballsack. He tried to estimate how big the cock was but he couldn’t figure it out. That was kinda math… and math was too hard now. “Eight and a half inches.” Tommy broke the kiss just long enough to answer the unasked question. His hands wrapped around and caressed Tommy’s butt. A slight moan escaped Calvin’s lips, lost in the mouth pressed against his. His body trembled with need. His own cock begging for freedom from the constricting pants. He almost came as Tommy’s fingers moved to unbuckle his belt. His trousers and underwear pushed to the ground, Calvin stepped out of them. Naked now from the waist down. Tommy turned him around and had him rest his chest against the bathtub, raising his ass into the air. Calvin felt Tommy’s hands splitting his butt cheeks apart. Lips lightly kissing the small globes of his ass. Warm breath on that sensitive ring. Something warm and soft and… and spongy. Oh fuck. His tongue… Tommy’s tongue was touching his hole. Licking. Teasing. Circling. Pressing. Calvin thought he would cum right then. But he made himself wait. This was, he knew, just a warm up. He even forgot about sucking the other man’s cock. He wanted to get fucked and anything else was a distraction. A finger rubbing his tight little hole sent shivers up his spine. A little discomfort as it pushed inside but his hole opened up slightly, instinctively, for it. Tongue. Finger. Tongue. Two fingers. Tongue. Back and forth Gradually working Calvin’s ass to relax and open up ever so slightly. “I could eat this all day.” Tommy chuckled. “But eventually someone is going to want into this bathroom.” Calvin had almost forgotten they were in someone’s bathroom. At a party. Fuck. He felt Tommy stand up and unbutton his own jeans. A foil wrapper was opened and Tommy slipped a condom down his shaft. Cold lube was generously applied to his opening. “Are you sure this is how you want to lose your virginity? It’s not too late to say….” Calvin’s didn’t ever let Tommy finish. “No… please now. I need you inside me.” He struggled to find the words but his brain felt so slow. “Can’t explain it. Just need it.” A hard presence presented itself at Calvin’s sphincter. “As you wish. We will have to be quick and we will have to be quiet.” The hardness eased forward. It separated the tight ring and just a fraction of an inch slipped inside. … And a burning sensation tore through Calvin’s ass. His hips shot forward, pulling away from Tommy’s cock. Not just the expected pain of a dick opening his hole. Something else. Something felt…. wrong. Tommy gently but firmly pulled Calvin’s hips back and his cock again pushed for entry. Again, the strange burning sensation and Calvin’s ass jerked away in reaction. Damn it! Why wasn’t his body letting him take this cock? “Are you sure you are ready?” Tommy sounded slightly annoyed. Instinctively Calvin reached back. His fingers wrapping around the hard shaft. It wasn’t as bad… but that strange burning sensation tingled through his fingers. His fingers, still on instinct, pulled the condom off the big cock and tossed it aside. Then guided the shaft back to his asshole. Tommy just raised an eyebrow but didn’t complain. As someone who had, until recently, been a total bottom himself, he believed that it was up to a bottom to protect himself if so inclined. And Tommy had been fucked bare quite a few times himself. The cockhead pressed again against the opening, pushing in. The barrier resisted. Trying to keep the foreign invader out. But slowly it gave way, allowing the tip of Tommy’s big cock to slide inside. “Oh, motherfucker! That hurts…” Calvin hissed. “Do you want me to stop?” “No. Don’t stop.” It was all Calvin could do to grunt out his reply. It hurt… but, without the condom, there was no burning. It felt proper. It felt, despite the pain, good. Very very good. Tommy pushed further. His cockhead was about halfway in now. The tight ring clamping down on his shaft. The virgin hole trying to cling to its ‘virtue”despite the lusts and needs of the man. He wished he could be more gentle… that this guy had just come home with him so he could take his time. But he was determined to enjoy the fuck anyway. After all, it wasn’t his ass that would hurt like hell later. “Damn… you are so tight.” He giggled. “Nothing quite as nice as breaking in a virgin boypussy.” Calvin liked the sound of that: boypussy. It felt right. This seemed unreal — it was all happening so fast — but, at the same time, the most real and true thing he had ever felt. He bucked his hips up to meet the relentless shaft borrowing ever deeper inside him. Sliding further in inch by inch. Tommy could feel the way the ass, so desperate to stop him at first, slowly gave in. Surrendered to his onslaught. Opened up for him. Welcoming him and pulling him deeper. He sighed with contentment as his balls slapped against the bubble butt. “You’ve got the whole thing inside you. All eight and a half inches. How does it feel?” He pulled a couple inches back and then slammed all the way inside again. Calvin grunted. “It feels amazing. Fuck me. Please. Just fuck me hard.” His own cock was hard and red as it bounced in time with the thrusts. Tommy giggled again. “Be careful what you ask for…” But he pulled his shaft back, almost all the way out, then slammed his entire dick in again. And again. And again. Each thrust faster and harder. Calvin was moaning now. Loudly. Tommy put his hands over the other man’s mouth to try to quiet him but it was fruitless. “Yes… that’s it… that’s what I need.” Calvin was ranting. Out of his mind with the lust. And Tommy didn’t stop either. The primal impulse was rising. His fingers dug into Calvin’s hips as his own hips slammed mercilessly into the former virgin’s hole. “Fuck.” He kept his voice low even though, with all Calvin’s noise, anyone near the bathroom had to know what was going on. His sister Mary was going to be furious with him. “I’m cumming! Take it. Take that load, bitch.” Calvin could feel the shaft pulse inside him as Tommy unloaded. Calvin’s own cock exploded all over the tub despite not having been touched. It took Tommy a moment to catch his breath. His cock stayed buried balls deep in Calvin’s hot and dripping hole. Still throbbing gently. Finally he pulled out and quickly pulled up his jeans. Calvin looked up at him, adoration in his gaze. “That was fuckin’ amazing.” He made no move to stand, enjoying the feel of his ass pulsing gently and a trickle of cum just starting to slide out. A sense of contentment settled across him as, for the moment, the craving was satiated. “Yeah, that was hot. Thanks for letting me pop your cherry.” Tommy patted his ass and, on a whim, slipped his finger inside the slightly gaped hole. Calvin cooed like a bitch in heat. “Thank you, Tommy.” Calvin finally standing. “Can we do that again sometime?” Tommy laughed. “Sure. In fact, I bet my boyfriend Greg would love a go as well. Just put my number on your phone.” Calvin fished the phone out of the pocket of the trousers still around his ankles. It took him a couple times to remember his password. He fumbled around the phone, trying to remember how to enter a new contact. It was just so complicated. Tommy watched the younger man fumble with his phone. The poor guy didn’t seem too bright. It was odd, though, as Calvin had seemed so intelligent when they spoke earlier. Still, he had been a good fuck — for a virgin — and Tommy did want to breed his ass again. “Here, let me help.” He said as he gently pulled the phone out of the other man’s hands, typed his number, and handed the phone back. “Thanks, man. It’s just really a really complicated phone. You know?” “Sure, no problem.” Tommy gave the newbie a final kiss. “Give me a call sometime.” Then he slipped out and closed the bathroom door behind him. Calvin sighed contentedly, finally pulled up his trousers and made himself as presentable as possible. When he finally stepped out of the bathroom, everyone stopped to stare at him. Some with disapproval, others in amusement, and yet others with a bit of lust. Someone pushed past him into the bathroom muttering “About bloody time.”. Tommy was talking to the hostess, Mary. Her face was bright red. Fuming. Tommy didn’t seem bothered at all. When Mary noticed Calvin stepping out of the bathroom, that fury was directed his way. Tommy just gave him a wink. “I think you should go.” A voice said to Calvin’s right. He turned and saw Mary’s husband, Mark. His face contorted into a sneer. “Yeah. I think you’re right.” “You know… “ he hissed. “We have to take this behaviour from her brother — god only knows why — but we aren’t going to take it from you. You’ve ruined the party for everyone with your sick little antics.” Calvin wanted to tell the other man to fuck off but instead just muttered an apology and left. He hurried back to his apartment, crawled into bed, and curled himself up. He couldn’t sleep, however, as his ass was sore. But even more than that, he could feel that urge rising again. His ass was sore.. but if Tommy were here he would be begging for another fuck. Not just Tommy either. Any man. Even that asshole Mark. “I’m gay.” He said aloud. “I like cock. I love getting fucked.” But how could he be gay? He had never even thought about another man sexually before today. He made himself get up and pull out his school work. He needed to get ready for classes on Monday. He skimmed the book to find where he had left off before the party. It did not look familiar. And it made even less sense. This stuff might as well be complete gibberish. He didn’t understand a word of it. He tried to force himself to focus. But his mind drifted. Remembering the feeling of Tommy being inside his ass. Of that big dick sliding in and out. Thrusting. Stretching him open. A little moan left his lips as he thought about it. Maybe just a little break to take his mind off it? He opened his laptop. Within minutes he was browsing a free gay porn video site, wishing it was him getting fucked in these videos. His books remained untouched the rest of the weekend.

So last night while most people were watching the debate I was online looking for ass. And I end up messaging this guy--early 40s, kinda daddy looking but great legs and ass--who keeping saying I can fuck him bare but I can't come in his ass. And my response is it's all or nothing! There are gaps in the messages like he's talking with other guys. So was I, lol, so I didn't care about that. Finally he tells me another guy's coming over to fuck him and I should join in. He sends me his address and says he'll meet me outside his apt building. Normally this would be too complicated for me but I was horny and it was only a few stops away, so I went. The guy meets me outside his place and he looks like his pics, which is good! Then he takes me inside, not to his apartment but to a storage room in the building's basement where he apparently fucks around (I smell a bf/husband/wife). Anyway, the other guy is already there. Tall blond kid with a good body, definitely younger than me. He's nervous and we decide I should start things off. Our bottom drops his shorts and leans up against the wall, presenting his ass and I slip out of my sweats. Host guy does have a great ass and it is already lubed up. As I am stroking myself to full hardness, the blond guy is really watching me. Our host can't see him but he's licking his lips and then whips out his dick. Long story short, we both fucked the host but the blond guy was all over my dick every time I pulled it out of the other guy's ass. I was fucking the blond as he shot his load in the older guy--no complaints about where the cum went once he was getting fucked!--and then I fucked my load into the host on top of the kid's.

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.

Have you ever run into a former or current hookup in public while he is with his wife or girlfriend? This evening I came across a guy I have bred a few times from the gym going into a Starbucks as he and his wife were exiting. He looked a bit shocked and nervous, but I am not a total ass I just walked past him just as if did not know him. This is not the first time I have bumped into a guy I have fooled around with and I always act like I do not know them, not even saying hi unless they say it first. Those I always respect their right to privacy, when I see their wives or girlfriends it turns me on a bit knowing that I have bred or been bred by their man.

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They grabbed me and the easiest clothes for me to put on and dragged me through my house til we were gone. When we got outside they were threatening me about making noises. I believed them when they said they'd hurt me. They'd already done so much. We walked for a few minutes and they threw me into their car. Stranger 2: Mm boy this is so hot. Where are we gonna head? Stranger 1: Back to my cabin. It's nice and secluded. Finish up our fun there. Stranger 3: Damn, I was about to get off to this boy's sweet mouth. Stranger 2: Fuck it's good. Stranger 3: Shut the hell up. I'll sit in the back with him. Stranger 1: Sure, just keep the bag on alright? Stranger 3: Of course. The car started and we left. They played some music and everything seemed so normal. The guy in the back with me pulled my shorts down again and started fingering me. He leaned to my ear and whispered to me. Stranger 3: No way I can last this drive. Get ready for another one little bitch. Don't make noises. He unzipped again while the two in front had the music playing loud. He positioned me so my face was near his crotch and starting rubbing me. He only lifted the bag over my mouth so I was still in the dark. Stranger 3: Come on, go down on it. I was praying anything would happen to prevent him from keeping up with this. Stranger 3: Blow me like you did my friend. He grabbed my head and pulled it towards him. I was as hesitant as I could be but that didn't change anything. He pulled me down slowly enough for me not to choke, but fast enough that I felt his pelvis against my nose. He was smaller than the first dick but it didn't make it any easier on me. He grabbed my hair and started jacking himself off. Stranger 3: He was so fucking right. Sweet little mouth of yours boy. Mm A few minutes must have passed until he started to groan and squirm. He picked up the pace with my mouth. I was still praying this would all end. The music volume lowered. Stranger 1: Fuck we have company. I couldn't make anything out over the music still, but I had my hopes. Stranger 2: Damn. I tried to think about how grateful I was, but I was still being used. Stranger 3: It's too late for me to stop, so-- fucking-- close. He erupted in my mouth and I felt more full than the first time. He didn't pull out though. Stranger 3: Swallow it whore. Can't have you looking messy for our new friend. He pulled my briefs back up while his dick was still in my mouth. Stranger 3: Good boy, clean up after yourself. What are we gonna do bout all this? Stranger 1: Well you know how I like uniforms. I heard ruffling up in the front and I heard the car doors open and close. Then I heard some bangs which I thought sounded like gunshots. The guy in the back stayed with me and all I could do was sit there and wait. Stranger 3: Fuck yeah, looks like more company. The door they threw me in opened and another guy was thrown on top of me. He was groaning but I couldn't see or use my hands to feel him. The front doors opened and shut again. And we started to drive. After that it was quiet, except for the music they turned back up. Seemed like another half hour passed before the car stopped. They took off my blindfold and I caught my first glimpse at the new guy in the car, a cop. He was passed out but alive. He looked hurt but peaceful and unaware of what was going on. Then I looked around but saw nothing but trees. Stranger 1: We're back. Let's haul these two out and get ready for our fun.

Some of the best fucks I've ever gotten are from guys who most of the 'pretty boys' out there wouldn't even look at. Since that happened, I actually sort of seek out the less attractive guys because I know that I can get them off, and I know that I will get off on them using me. Twisted logic, but we all feel good so who the fuck cares? Plus I really love anonymous, so even the most grotesque fucker could be a prince in the dark -as long as his dick is hard and blasts me full of seed, I will be a happy pig.

The End of Pretense - As told by Ben “Ben, I want you to fuck Jim without a condom, and shoot your load in his gut.” I was stunned by what Brandon just said. I noticed that Jim was just grinning like the cat that caught the canary. Had Brandon and Jim planned something that I did not know about? Of course I had been fucking bareback and giving and receiving loads from a whole lot of guys in the last few months but I was still shocked at Brandon’s change of attitude. I had to say something. “Brandon, what about the agreement? Safe only with strangers.” He burst out laughing as he took the condom out of my hand. “Oh, that. Seems like it went out of the window a while ago. And this condom is programmed to break anyway. Or didn’t Jim tell you?” He paused waiting for me to say something. I remained silent so he continued. “You probably started fucking bare that first day you met up with Sam again or soon after that. And then when I got to enjoy sloppy seconds after you had spent a Saturday running errands I put two and two together. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? I took that as a hint and both of us have been fucking raw behind each other’s back for some time now.” Brandon turned Jim around and guided my dick to his hole and continued. “New Agreement. Only fuck bareback and take all loads.” I felt sick. I hadn’t expected that my bareback cheating would be revealed in this way. In some crazy way I thought I could fuck around raw and Brandon would never find out. “Then there is that TeamBB speedo you started wearing a few months ago. At my last conference my gay Buddy Zach told me what it meant.” Fuck, now I knew that Brandon knew how much I had been fucking around. I had totally lost my hard on by this stage. I love Brandon and I did not want it all to end this way. “Sam, Matt and Josh started the Team Bare Back club and to join is by invitation only. Once they have each fucked you twice and left their loads in your ass, they gave you a team swimsuit. And the club has rules, sort of like our arrangement was supposed to be a set of rules. No condoms ever. Never ask anyone their status. Never tell anyone your status except by means of a symbol, such as a tattoo. Never refuse to fuck anyone. Never refuse anyone who wants to fuck you. Never waste your seed by cumming outside an ass.” He looked at me long and hard, searching for some sign of guilt. I am sure all he saw was my blood drained expression. “Too late for regrets. You cannot undo what has happened. Like you cannot un-catch the ‘flu.” I saw Jim grinning at him as he said that. “The old agreement no longer stands. The new agreement is TeamBB rules. Now FUCK JIM IN THE ASS loverboy.” As I pressed my cock head against Jim’s willing anus I noticed that Brandon was looking directly at Jim as he continued. “And added to the TeamBB rules is a new one just for us: We go out and find guys who are cheating on their partner and both fuck him raw and deposit our loads.” “Fuck yeah!” was all Jim said as I slid all the way in. Brandon went down on his knees and started sucking the cum and ass juices off Jims cock as I slowly fucked him. For a few moments no one said a thing and the only sounds were the slapping of my crotch against Jim’s ass and the slurping sounds of Brandon’s sucking. Then Jim spoke: “Fuck yeah. Load up the cheating boyfriend. That’s hot.” I wondered for a moment if he was responding to Brandon’s statement or was cheating on someone himself. Whatever he meant, the idea of deliberately barebacking a cheater was too hot to resist, and I started spewing a huge load into Jim’s bowels. Jim grunted with pleasure as he felt my cum filling him up. “Damn, I can never get enough cum up my chute. I wish we had time for Brandon to fuck me as well. Maybe next time.” I certainly hoped there would be a next time as I slowly withdrew my still hard cock from his sloppy rectum, trying to prevent the cum from leaking out. Brandon went to the bedroom to get a towel while Jim and I started gathering our clothes. After a quick wipe down we started getting dressed. I wondered why Jim needed to be home by five. Maybe he was cheating on a boyfriend? He had not said anything about one. - As told by Brandon We had all just finished getting dressed when Jim looked at his phone and noticed that there was a text message. As he opened the message I could not help noticing what it said. “Missed my flight. Be home after midnight.” I heard Jim mutter “Kewl” and then much louder. “Guys, I don’t have to be home by five after all. You guys up for another round? I still need to breed Brandon’s ass and he needs to breed mine.” This was going to be a great opportunity for Jim and I to swop our toxic strains, and Ben had already received a load from each of us. I thought it might be a good idea to wait a while before fucking again to give us a chance to recover. A beer or two and a very hot movie would give our balls a chance to recharge. I looked around for one of my favorites called “Bareback Cheating Boyfriends: Risk Takers,” a title appropriate for the occasion. I could not find it I wondered if Ben had lent it to someone. No problem. I had a newer one that was even hotter. “Guys, why don’t you get comfortable on the couch while I grab some beers and a new bareback porn movie that I just got. It’s supposed to be very hot and quite controversial so I am curious to see it.” Of course I had already seen it, and knew EXACTLY why it was controversial. I gave them their beers, inserted the DVD, pushed play and went to sit between the two of them on the couch. The movie was called “Unforeseen Outcum”, and for a porn movie actually had a sort of a plot. Two (or more) hot guys would cruise each other, and then go somewhere to fuck. One guy would say he was neg and want to use a condom, and the other guy would refuse. They would fuck anyway. The top in all cases was very vocal, telling the bottom to enjoy his bare cock and cum then revealing his status by either pulling up his shirt to reveal a massive biohazard tattoo or announce that he was filling his ass with a poz load. They movie had six scenes, but by halfway through the second scene we were already boned up to the point that we needed release. I was sitting between Jim and Ben on the couch and I slipped my hand behind Jim’s back and into his ass crack. He lifted up his ass giving me access to his hole. My finger slipped in easily. Jim reciprocated by sliding his hand behind me. “Mmmmmm. Cummy hole.” I said to him. “Does your sloppy hole need another load?” “Fuck yeah! And your hole needs a load! No cum in there.” As he inserted his finger into my hole. “Let’s swap DNA. Tell you what: You fuck me and breed me while Ben fucks you and loads you up. Then I fuck sloppy seconds and breed you while you fuck Ben.” We all stood up and Jim grabbed the lube and slicked up my cock and his hole and backed onto it. My dick slid in easily. Jim was obviously no stranger to taking dick. Ben lubed himself up and slid into me with equal ease. Not really surprising as after all the large cocks I had taken recently Ben’s 6 inches was no challenge. Getting the rhythm right in a fuck-sandwich is a challenge though and after a few failed attempts of dicks plopping out of assholes we settled on me doing the work while the other two stood still. Fucking and getting fucked at the same time is an incredible sensation and I wasted no time in cumming - until I had loaded Jim’s sloppy ass he was not going to fuck me! I took my last few deep thrusts and shot my load deep in Jim’s bowels and then stopped moving. Ben took over and started fucking me like a jack hammer until he seeded me a few seconds later. Now it was Jim’s turn. Ben doesn’t like getting fucked immediately after cumming so he opted out. “Guys, I want to watch you two guys fuck. I want to see you fuck my husband and breed him!” That was fine by me. I lay back on the couch as Jim lubed himself up. With his size I was going to need it! We fucked missionary style with a lot of deep kissing. As he came Jim whispered in my ear. “Thanks for sharing your strain, now you’re getting mine.” “Fair trade”, I responded. As Jim pulled out of me I remained on my back on the couch and spoke directly to him. “Let’s take a breather. I am not done fucking yet and I need to build up another load.” I then turned to Ben. “Honey, why don’t you go to the kitchen and grab us each another beer?” As soon as he was out of earshot I whispered to Jim. “I think we each need to give him another toxic load.” Ben gave us the beers and we sat down to watch the last scene in the movie. It was probably the hottest scene of all. A cute twink is cruising the guys in a bathhouse. He goes into a room and one of the tops with a biohazard tattoo follows him in. Twink grabs a condom and lube and begs the top to fuck him. He gives them to the top and then goes down on his hands and knees. Top lubes up his cock and throws away the condom. As he slides in he tells the bottom that he is going to take it raw and take the tops load. The bottom starts off protesting but as he feels the fat raw cock sliding in his hole he starts enjoying the ride and is soon begging for the top’s cum. By the end of the scene everyone in the movie has loaded him and there is no pulling out so you see cum dribbling out of his abused hole at the end. By the end of the movie we were all as hard as hell and ready for the third round. Jim looked at me with and evil grin. “Why don’t we both fuck Ben? At the same time!” I’d been double-fucked at the Zach’s sex party and loved it. I didn’t know if Ben had ever had two cocks up his ass at the same time. It was going to be tight with my eight inches and Jim’s eleven in his hole at the same time. Ben answered my question. “Fuck Yeah! DP? I’ve had a lot of dicks in my hole but never two at the same time. And RAW!” Jim directed the action. He grabbed some lube and slathered it on his dick. “Brandon, you’re going to need to lube up as well. It’s going to be tight.” He then lay back on the couch with his legs apart. “Ben, sit on my dick facing me.” Ben needed no encouragement and hopped up onto the couch. Sitting down slowly on Jim’s eleven inches he engulfed it all in his greedy hole. Ben started riding Jim and I had a great view of the fat cock sliding in and out of Ben’s anus, soon noticing that it was not only coated in lube, but that some of the cum that was in his gut was leaking out past the plunging dick. It was now my turn to enter. I stood behind Ben, between Jim’s legs and slowly pressed my cock to that space where Jim’s dick was entering Ben’s stretched asshole. It was hard going at first but Ben leaned forward giving me better access so that I was slowly able for force my way in. Ben uttered a yelp of pain and then went silent. All you could hear was our heavy breathing. I pushed all the way in until my balls were against Jim’s. I started slowly fuckin Ben and the sensation of my bare dick in a tight ass sliding against another raw dick was incredible. We took turns, with me thrusting, then Jim, then Ben riding us both. Jim started the dirty talk. “Fucking bottom boy dick slut, getting fucked bareback by your husband and me at the same time. We’re going to fill your slutty ass with our loads. That’s what you want, right.” I thought “yeah, loads, toxic loads.” “Fuck yeah, give me your loads. I need your cum in me.” We were all getting close so I took over the action and started fucking Ben hard. Almost in the sense of a revenge fuck. I knew it must have hurt. “Yeah Ben. You’ve been fucking bareback behind my back. Taking anybody’s loads who would give then to you. Right?” Before he could answer Jim took over. “Yeah. Anonymous loads too I suppose? We’re going to give you what you’re looking for.” I thought Jim was going to say poz or toxic, but he just grinned at me. We both knew that our loads very toxic, and that Ben’s were probably too, but that he did not know it. I wanted to keep it that way for now. Jim came first and as I felt his cum gushing into Ben I came as well. Ben was totally turned on and was jerking his cock and came immediately thereafter, splattering his load against Jim’s face. (Against the rules! Should have been in an ass.) After we had all come down from the high of that extreme orgasm, we disentangled ourselves, and as Jim still had time, shared a hot shower. We could probably have fucked some more in the shower but having cum three times in a little over an hour and a half I don’t think any of us was ready. We all got dressed and Jim promised to come back for repeat session if we were interested. We told him that of course we were. As Jim walked out the door I remembered where I had seen his boyfriend before. Kevin! He had cruised me in the steam room at the gym shortly after Ben and I had got married. I was still so enamored with bareback sex with Ben that I was not yet looking for sex on the side. Kevin was very persistent and when I declined his advances told me where to find him online. “I’m BBK88 on barebuddies. I don’t show my face dick on the profile pics because I travel a lot for work and my boyfriend doesn’t know I am screwing around. I also changed my location to be one town away. If you are interested look me up.” We had barely gone our separate ways back then when I looked him up on my phone: 28, 5’11” 160lb 30w. Slim, Blond, blue eyes. Hairy. White. Looking for: 1-on-1 Sex, 3some/Group Sex, Misc. Fetishes. Hairy slim guy with an appetite for cocks, cum and asses. Let me fuck you or you fuck me or we flip flop. It’s all good. Condoms if we have to but I prefer bareback. All loads should go in asses. I have a boyfriend who doesn’t know so we have to be discreet. 6”, Uncut, Vers/bottom, anything goes, don’t know. Prefer meeting at: your place, public place. That profile from months back sort of said it all, didn’t it? Who got pozzed first, Jim or Kevin? I checked Kevin’s profile again. Nothing had changed. “Don’t know.” Most probably Poz since Jim had told me they regularly had sex. I did not want Ben to know either, until the time was right. With him not knowing, we could hook up with cheating partners for raw sex and share our toxic loads. If Ben knew, he might not want to do that. He probably would still do it since he did not seem to care either way about his own risks of being infected, but I did not want to risk spoiling my fun.

1. Jason I didn’t know what to expect when Nathan opened the door, or, for that matter, whom to expect. I didn't know his name. I didn't know what he would be into. Even so, even although I hadn't been mentally expecting any type of guy in particular, his actual, physical presence shocked me a bit. It was finally happening, for real. He was a bit on the short side compared to what I had imagined. He was also very cute. Even through his t-shirt, I could tell he was rail-thin, as there wasn't an ounce of fat on his body. He had short hair, blue eyes with just the merest hint of stubble, like he hadn't shaved that morning. "I'm Sean," he said, standing just inside the door, introducing himself. Nathan closed the door as Sean began to speak, and we were alone. "I'm Jason," I replied, feeling a little self-conscious at this point. I was in just a jock strap, but Sean was still fully dressed. "Nice to meet you," he said, smiling at me. I felt a little more at ease with him, thinking he seemed easy-going enough. "I guess I'm a little over-dressed for this," and with that he removed his shirt, revealing, as I had guessed, that his body was quite wiry and thin. He was not very muscular but there was a spray of hair over his pecs and the hint of a treasure trail disappearing into his shorts. "I guess this is always a little awkward at first, huh?" "Yeah," I replied, not having moved from the bed. "Want to break the ice a bit?" He put an emphasis on ice that was a bit unusual. "Sure," I replied. With that he pulled down his shorts, revealing a swimmer's jock, just like the one I was wearing. There was a spray of pubic hair poking out of the top and the pouch looked to be very well-filled. "Cool," he said, reaching into his bag, and pulling out a case for sunglasses. Opening it, he extracted a glass pipe and lighter. "You cool?" he asked, gesturing at his pipe. Remaining in the sunglasses case was a fat bag of crystal. "Yeah, I am" not knowing what else to say. It had been a while since I had partied, but I hadn't given it up. "Awesome. I love this stuff." He sat down on the bed next to me, and carefully wiped off the bowl of the pipe. He took the torch and slowly melted the drug already in the pipe. He did a long hit from the pipe and then motioned for me to shotgun it from him. I leaned in, letting our lips lock, and inhaled a thick cloud. Even after I had taken as much as I could, he continued to exhale the smoke into the dim bedroom. It engulfed our heads as we continued to kiss. "You party a lot?" he asked me, breaking off the kiss. "Not really. Once every few months, I guess. You?" "Every weekend, usually." He did another long hit from the pipe, and held it. This time he just exhaled it. "It's how I got into barebacking. No one ever uses a rubber when they are partying, you know." I smiled, agreeing, and enjoying that initial tingle of the drug with the promise of so much more pleasure. "You ever do a booty bump?" Sean asked. "Never," I answered. It had been only a year or so ago I had even smoked it for the first time. Hearing my answer, he dug into his bag again and pulled out a needle-less syringe as well as the baggie of crystal from the case. "Water?" he asked, looking around. I pointed to a glass of water on the bed table. "Perfect," he said. He pulled out a large chunk of the tina, and forced it into the body of the syringe. He put the plunger in and then filled it with water. He flicked the syringe a few times before sitting back down next to me. "Ready?" he asked me. He was gently shaking it and its powerful contents. I guessed it was to force the crystal dissolve. "I'm not sure about this," I said. I had been with him for less than five minutes, and already, I wasn't sure about how fast this was going. "Maybe just smoke it?" "Don't worry. You'll love this," he said. "Get on all fours, with that beautiful fuckable ass up in the air." I didn't protest any more and got on my knees. Sean knelt down between my legs and spread my cheeks. "Hand me that bottle of lube," he said. I grabbed it and handed it to him. I felt a drop or two of the cold lube on my ass and a slight poke as the syringe plunged into my hole. "This may sting a bit," he said, and suddenly, there was a cold feeling in my ass. "That's it?" I asked. "Yeah. Just hold it there, and let it soak in." I heard him light the torch again, and he took another long hit from the pipe. "You're poz?" I asked him. I wanted to know more about him. "Yeah, of course. Years now." He did another hit before continuing. "Nate tells me you're still neg?" "Yeah." There was now a tinge of warmth in my hole, like a big load had just been planted up there. It seemed to gradually radiate out from my butt, and it was beginning to envelope my entire body. "How did you get HIV?" "Same way you're going to get it," he said. "Letting poz guys fuck me." He rubbed a finger against my ass. "You're good. Roll over." I rolled onto my back; Sean was still kneeling between my legs. He did one more hit from the pipe, then leaned towards me. "Take it," he said, letting only the smallest cloud escape. I locked lips with Sean, and he forced the drug into my lungs, once more completely filling me up with the cloud. I was a light-weight, he was a heavy-weight. I was already in over my head. But still, I held the crystal for as long as I could. "Good job," he said, finally giving me permission to breathe it out. He put the pipe and lighter on the bed table. "You want my poz load?" he asked me. "Yeah, I do," I answered. I was feeling no pain and no shame. The idea of a hard poz cock sliding into my hole was filling my mind, crowding out all other thoughts, including any thought of self-preservation. "I need some fresh poz cum in me." "It's hot to hear you beg for it," Sean said. He reached down and pulled his jockstrap to the side, letting his cock hang out. He was already semi-hard, and I could tell it was a nice sized dick. It wasn't as long as some I had played with, but just the girth and weight of it was impressive, especially in contrast to his short, skinny body, which made it seem even bigger. I must have been staring, since Sean noticed me and said, "Yeah, it's a big one for a skinny runt like me." Sean poured some lube on his cock, stroking it and slicking it up. It didn't grow much bigger, which I was glad for, but just got harder. As he rubbed the lube over his shaft, he started to press the head against my ass, teasing it. I pushed back against him, wanting it inside of me. "Please man," I begged. I didn't want it; I needed it deep in me. "Patience," he answered, adding "you'll get it soon enough." He poured some lube down my crack and slid a finger in, pushing the slippery fluid into me. "You're opening up really nicely," he remarked, asking "You ready?" I nodded. I grabbed the bottle of poppers and did a hit. Sean poured a little more lube on his tool. I offered him the poppers, but he shook his head. "Give me that hard cock," I said. He grinned at me and lined his cockhead up with my hole. Right as the poppers hit, Sean pushed into me. Feeling my hole stretch open to fit his thick cockhead, I knew this was going to be another intense fuck. Sean took his time entering me. He didn't go very fast, but it was also clear he wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Damn, that's tight," he said. "How long have you been getting fucked?" I thought back to when I had first met Nathan. I realized that it had been less than a week ago. Now here I was, tweaked out, with my legs up in the air, and a relative stranger forcing his poz raw cock into my hole. "Only about a week," I said. In my horny, tweaked-out state, I couldn't keep up with any story more complex than the simple truth. "Damn, man. No wonder you're so tight. And you're already chasing?" "Chasing?" I asked. I had never heard that phrase before, especially for sex. "You know, bug chasing. Looking for poz guys to infect you." "Yeah. I guess I am chasing." Sean had now gotten his cock all the way in my hole, and was starting to slowly stroke in and out. Between my insatiable desire for raw cock and tina's effectiveness, I knew my hole was opening up nicely for him. "Hot," Sean said. "What about you? Did you chase? Or was it an accident?" "Naw. Once I started seriously partying, and of course, barebacking, I knew it was only a matter of time." He shoved his cock back into me. "I was playing with all kinds of guys, poz, neg and unknown. All raw. I knew it was pointless to try to avoid it." "So, what did you do?" I reached down and grabbed his bony ass. He was small enough that I could grab both cheeks, and pull him deeper in my hole. His body felt so small on top of me, yet his cock was so large and hard inside of me. "I went for it. Whenever I saw a poz guy online, I'd ask him to fuck me raw." He took another of his deep strokes and his eyes closed in pleasure. "Did anyone refuse?" I was wondering how common it was for poz guys to knowingly fuck neg guys. Nathan had fucked me, but then, he had also asked me repeatedly if I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. "Hell no. Every guy wants to fuck raw, no matter what he might say." I had to agree with his assessment, as either a top or a bottom. "Only one guy wasn't sure about it, that is fucking me raw." "And, what happened there?" "I said I'd get him high. And he fucked six poz loads into me over the weekend." "Sweet," I said. "Yeah." Sean leaned in and kissed me. I was having a good time. There was an easy connection developing between us. He was also just fun to talk to, not to mention how good his cock felt buried in my bare ass. We lay there, kissing and fucking, working his cock deeper into my body, and then fucking and kissing some more. He was dripping pre-cum into me the entire time, further lubricating my hole. "How long did it take?" I asked, breaking off our long kiss. "Getting pozzed?" he asked. I nodded. "I don't know. I never got sick. And I waited six months before I got tested." He thrust in deep. "Of course, I tested out poz." We went silent again. He was fucking me harder now and I could tell he was getting close, but I didn't want the fuck to end quite so soon. "Any regrets?" I asked him. "About being poz?" he asked. He shook his head no. "You know that feeling, right as the crystal is hitting, when you have that feeling of complete freedom and total desire for sex?" It was my turn to shake my head, this time agreeing. "It's like that. All the time. I don't worry about who fucks me. Or who I fuck." I smiled. "It sounds nice." "And sometimes, just sometimes," he said, "You get a fucking hot neg guy, with an amazing ass. Who. Wants. My. Poz. Cum." With each word, he thrust his cock into me, emphasizing just whom he was talking about. "And it makes all the petty discomforts completely worthwhile." We took another long pause from talking in order to make out some more. Then he asked, "And you? Why are you doing this?" I paused. It was a question for which I didn't have a good answer. Nor would Sean be the last one to ask me either. I delayed answering by pulling him down and kissing him again. He probed my mouth but after a few moments, he broke it off. "You can't get out of answering that so easily." "I don't know for sure. A week ago, I would have said I was totally top. Bareback, but still a top. Then I met Nathan. And I had to get his cock inside of me." Sean was watching me, smiling. I could feel his cock stiffening slightly in my hole. I continued. "And that he was poz wasn't a worry. It was almost a bonus. Now I just want to not be afraid anymore, to get the inevitable over with. And enjoy the process as much as I can." "I understand. Nathan's damn amazing," he said. It was an interesting comment, said in a tone that implied much more was being left unsaid. I expected for him to be jealous, but there was no trace of it. "Any regrets so far? Any uncertainty?" "Some. It's big step, but so far, this just feels right. The first time Nathan came in me was the most intimate experience I've ever had. And your cock in me raw is almost as amazing." I pulled him into me deep again, and kissed him. "Fuck me. Cum in me, Sean. Breed me good, Sean." "Fuck Jason, I don't want to cum yet. I want this to last." Almost simultaneously, we both turned and looked at the clock on the bed table. Forty-five after. Time had flown by for us, twisted by the crystal into an encounter that was far too short. "Damn. Time's almost up." "I know. Seems too short. Is this going to be the only time?" "Not at all. Nathan knows how to find me. But let's focus on the here and now. Which means getting you bred." "Sounds good to me," I said. Sean grabbed the bottle of poppers and held it under my nose. "Do a good hit, Jason," he said. I took a long hit, before Sean took the bottle. He did a hit and then offered it back to me. I shook my head no, but he insisted. "Let yourself go," he said. Reluctantly, I inhaled more of the sweet scent. "Right on, Jason," he said, doing one last quick one himself. "Now, what do you want?" "I want your poz sperm inside of me, Sean." It was a true statement. I was having a great time with Sean, and it seemed perfectly alright and perfectly natural to have him shoot in me. That it was deadly sperm was only an added bonus. It was such a small, intimate thing to give him as a top: to let him cum in me. I couldn't make him pull out. I couldn't think about how it could change me forever. "Please, breed me." "Oh yeah, Jason," he grunted. "I'm gonna shoot. I'm gonna cum in your sweet raw ass." He bent down, stuck his tongue in my mouth, and shoved his cock in deep. "I can't hold it any longer," he said. Deep inside of me, his cock stiffened, spurted and injected his toxic cum into me. "Take it, Jason," he said, between frantic kisses. "Please, Sean, give it to me," I said. I was clenching my ass around his cock, trying to milk out every drop of his poz jizz. I was totally in the moment, unable to worry about the danger of this simple fuck. The danger was a part of the turn-on; this innocent-looking young man had a cock that could kill, coupled with a serious drug problem. "Fuck yeah, I'm breeding that hot hole of yours now," he said, pistoning in and out of my ass. I could feel his cockhead rubbing his sperm all over my hole, making sure it smeared across my hole, ready to be absorbed by my body. There were a few more shivers racking Sean's body, as he pumped the last of his load into me. We stayed linked with his cock connecting us. We made out a bit while the last drops of his precious spooge slowly dripped into me. "Thanks," I said. "That was hot." "Fuck yeah," he said. "I hope you get what you need. And I'm glad I could be part of the process." "Me too. I really enjoyed this." We were quiet a bit, kissing while his cock softened. "What's your plans for the rest of the day," I asked. "Not sure," he answered. He shifted slowly, finally letting his cock slide out of my hole. Soon I would need something back in me, but for now, it was enough just to feel his warm semen in my hole. "Still early. Probably head to a bath house and see how many loads I can get." He grabbed a towel from the bed table and wiped off his cock. "You?" "Nathan's got my afternoon planned. You're the first of several. But no idea of who." "Fucking hot. You're gonna have fun." "I hope so. You've set a very high bar." He laughed. "Let's do a hit for the road," he said as he picked up the pipe again. He lit the torch, and held it under the bowl. As the crystal smoked, he did an expert hit, draining the bowl several times. When he finished, he motioned for me to shotgun it from him. I took the hit. It was huge and it filled my lungs. "Hold it for me, Jason," he said. As I held it, he put his cock back in the jockstrap, and pulled on his shorts. "Now," he said, and I got to exhale. The cloud filled the room. "Your turn," he said, handing me the pipe and torch. I lit it up, and started sucking on the stem. I wasn't sure how big of a hit I wanted, but Sean told me what I needed. "Do a big one, Jason." I kept on inhaling, filling my lungs the best I could. "Nice," he said, as I finally pulled the pipe away. "Hold it." I held it as long as I could and motioned for him to shotgun it. We locked lips as I pushed the hit into his mouth. He only took a bit of it, making me exhale the rest. "Fuck Sean," I said. "I'm going to be feeling fearless this afternoon." "That's what I want. You need to enjoy this afternoon." He put away the pipe and lighter, and gathered up his things. He gave me one last kiss. "I want to see you again soon. Hopefully you'll be poz by then." He headed out the door, and I lay back down on the bed, waiting for Nathan to bring the next guy.

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

It was late on a Friday afternoon, the work week was over, and I felt like letting loose and having some fun. While waiting for my dealer to arrive, I got cleaned up and cleaned out, then took half a dozen hits on the glass pipe. For once, my dealer was right on time, fixing me up with a nice fat 8ball, so I was ready for the weekend. After I pulled on a black jockstrap, my bare assed chaps, and my boots, I decided to check out my favorite bar. I like it because it’s a large space, with high ceilings, and it has a patio that’s perfect for cruising. The place draws a very masculine crowd, and it has a well deserved reputation for attracting men into PNP. I tied a long sleeved flannel shirt around my waist, to cover my bare ass, and off to the bar I went. I was leaning back against one of the benches that line the back wall, casually watching a game of pool, when I saw this guy walk in who caught my eye. Even though he was dressed like he just came from the office on casual Friday, wearing Dockers and a Polo shirt, he gave off a strong vibe that he could very likely be a hot prospect. It didn’t take long for me to find out. After he ordered a beer, he stripped off his Polo shirt, then his Dockers, folded them neatly, and laid them on one of the bar stools. He looked to be around 40 years old, had large hands, a broad chest, a great tan, and obviously worked out regularly. Now, he was wearing just a pair of tight black cotton briefs that really showed off the curves of his muscular bubble ass. I could see why he had positioned himself at the end of the bar. It was the perfect location for him to rather discreetly expose his big, thick cock and show it off. As he occasionally took a pull on his bottle of beer, his other hand pulled on his cock, and it quickly swelled to impressive length and extremely impressive thickness. He certainly had my attention. Most of the time, he looked straight ahead, but, once in a while, he would look my way, and flex his cock, making it jump. It certainly looked like an invitation to me. After a few seconds, I got up my courage, walked around the pool table, and stood right next to him, at the bar. He raised his beer, in salute, told me his name was Tony, then he asked me what I was drinking. He bought me a bottle of water and another beer for himself. I couldn’t help but notice how large his pupils were, so I knew that he had been partying, too. Before long Tony said that he really needed to take a piss, and he asked me if that was something I could take care of for him. I knew exactly what he meant, and I said, “Yes, Sir.” He had me follow him out to the patio where he positioned himself in a dark corner. Without saying anything, he placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down, so that I was on my knees, in front of him. Immediately, a lot of men gathered around to watch, as he pulled down the front of his briefs and flopped out his still semi-hard thick cock. As soon as I took his big helmet head between my lips, he let loose with a flood of warm chem piss. There was nothing I could do but keep guzzling it down, as fast as I could swallow, until he was completely drained. My stomach felt extremely full, and he voiced his approval, impressed that I was able to take it all. I knew that it wouldn’t be very long before I would be the one who needed to unload. Sure enough, not more than 10 minutes later, I felt like I was going to explode. We went back out to the patio where Tony spotted a Dad and his young boy, both dressed in full leather. He asked the Dad if his boy was into chem piss. Without answering the question, the Dad put the boy on his knees, in front of me, and I blasted what seemed like an endless stream of chem piss down the boy’s throat. When I was finished, the Dad told his boy, “What do you say ?” The boy looked up at me and said, “Thank you.” Walking back inside the bar, Tony asked me if I ever slammed. I said, “Yeh, a few times.” He said, “Good. Let’s get you recharged.” With that, we both went into one of the restrooms that was supposed to be for only one person at a time, and we locked the door. Tony pulled out a small zippered pouch from his pants pocket. He tied off my upper arm, and found a good bulging vein, which he swabbed with an alcohol pad. After pulling off the cap with his teeth, he slowly slid the needle in, pulled back on the plunger, got the flash, then completely depressed the plunger. Very quickly, he removed the tie from my upper arm and pulled out the needle. I pressed 2 fingers against the crook of my elbow, and held my arm over my head, as I coughed loudly, and a tremendous rush began coursing through my body. Tony said, “How you feeling, now ?” Between rapid breaths, all I could say was, “holy fuck !”

I have a full jar of cum in my freezer! The jar contains 72 loads from at least 50 to 60 guys, as well as some mine. Seems delicious! What should I do with it? Give me some suggestions. @swan83 on Telegram

Don't forget all the other bugs floating around....PReP is no help with those. As others have said for HIV, PReP is good....but may not be perfect. Know and accept your own risk level...it is your ass...and you are the only one truly responsible for the outcome. Once you make that decision........go ass up or legs up and enjoy all the cum you can get rammed up your willing hole.

This is certainly how I feel!

My kinda place!

Great first experience. You'll be hooked from now on. But yeah....to agree with FelchingPisser.....a penis doesn't shrink when it gets older ;-) At least mine doesn't!

Like the way this is going.

Will be wearing Orange glow necklace in darkroom so you know you're knocking my cunt up with your poz loads.... Slammers in eveing 10/6- 10/10 everynight .... max

Sounds like a great afternoon for all involved I do miss Amsterdam.

Not sure how well cum re-freezes, but if it was me, I'd defrost some of that cum, mount a condom inside of a toilet roll cardboard, pour the cum into the condom, and re-freeze it to make a Devil's Dick!

This is one of the most awesome comments I've gotten on my stories! So hot to hear, and I'm always thrilled for any POZitive comments, so keep them coming, guys.

Of course there is more to cum. Since both Ben and Brandon have fucked cheating twink Paul, what do you guys think tight-assed Jesse's reaction will be if/when he finds out? I know. <GRIN> How about some guesses? (Based on the story, no prizes for Jesse taking a toxic load.)

This month tally is 8 guys, last two loads where to a 23 yrs old boy that still lives with his parents but he was free of work last friday and He could host. He is a bottom I´m usually a bottom too but he told me he didn't do bare because he work in health related area and he is very aware of all the infections. I told him I only do bare when I top cause condoms make me soft ( its partially true) . I told him i will let him blow me but if he wanted me to fuck him it had to be bare. we started sucking each other but the boy was too cute blue eyes, latino curly hair and he suck dick really good. he took from a drawer lube and condoms and turn around for me to fuck him. I told him "remember no condoms" and he told me "as you wish". i haven't top in a while, i was surprise i lasted too long and he cum first his cum dripping from his dick. I didn´t ask him I just loaded him and I was so horny, my dick stay hard and gave him a second load. He told me not only he has never done bare but also no guy fuck had him twice back to back. thats why I don't use condoms I told him, immediately he ask if i was healthy and clean , of course I am look at me i reply but is already too late for you to worry i loaded already twice in that ass and Im not 100 sure cause i take many many loads. he look really scare regretting taking my load he ask how many i told him 7 guys this month alone. I ask if they were all "clean" i smile and told him of course not, I haven't heard form him ever since

bottom looking to surrender my body to a undetectable/poz aggressive black top. I currently live in Northern Virginia.

Robert after cumming continued to stay hard and horny something he had never experienced before. All he could think it was due to was the first line of cocaine he had taken. He didn’t realize that he had a taken some Tina as well but his horniness was full blown. From watching porn he felt this need to have something in his ass and all he could muster was his fingers while he continued to jerk on his cock. He continued like this for hours before crashing early in the morning. When Robert awoke a few hours later he felt like he had been hit by a bus but was still horny as ever. He looked out his window and saw that Angelo and Sam were outside in the pool but what he couldn’t see was that inside Tony had a few other friends from the neighborhood over in their basement still going strong. Robert decided that he was going to go over and ask Angelo or Sam if they had anything he could take to work off his hangover. When Robert knocked on the door, Angelo and Sam smiled when they recognized who was at the door. They knew they had Robert now and rebooting who he was and what he enjoyed was about to go to the next level. Angelo and Sam took Robert inside and led him to the kitchen. Robert explained how he felt and immediately Sam said he needed to rehydrate and offered him a Gatorade from the fridge. What Robert didn’t know was that he was given one of the special bottles that Sam had setup for the festivities and it was laced with Tina. Robert killed the bottle in one gulp and took another and started drinking that bottle as well. Within a few minutes the Tina was having its impact on Robert and he was feeling extremely horny again and couldn’t stop rubbing his cock. Angelo and Sam were enjoying watching Robert descent and they decided to up the temperature started to make out in front of Robert. After a few minutes Sam walked over to Robert and asked if he wanted a kiss and all Robert could do is nod his head. Sam started making out to with Robert and Robert started tongue fighting with Sam not caring he was kissing another guy. As this was happening Angelo slowing got behind Robert and slide his shorts and underwear off and started to lick at Robert’s tight hole. After a few minutes of making out with Sam, Angelo cut in to start making out with Robert as well as Sam went off to tell Tony downstairs what was happening. Sam and Tony then decided to setup the video cameras they had in the basement as they wanted to film this and use it later on Robert just in case. Angelo stopped kissing Robert and told him that the real party was downstairs and they should join it. At the point Robert was too far gone to say no and Angelo then proceeded to lead Robert by his cock to the basement. As they made their downstairs Robert saw Tony and Sam being sucked by Tim and John who were neighbors that Robert had only seen in passing but now saw them both going to town on rock hard cocks. Angelo led Robert to the sling that was setup in the middle of the room and put Robert into it and continued to make out with him. At this point Sam who was being blown my John broke away and took his hard cock and walked up to Robert. Looking at Robert he slowing placed his cock at Robert’s tight hole and pushed deep into Robert. Robert screamed for a moment and then Sam pulled almost all the way out then pushed back in to start to establish a rhythm of fucking Robert. Because Sam had been playing all night this wasn’t going to be his first load to shoot so he stayed hard for a while and after almost 30 minutes he gave Robert his load. After he came in Robert he asked if Robert liked it and all Robert could do was nod. Sam then said to Robert that is the first of many positive experiences you will have tonight. Tony proceeded to replace Sam and also fucked Robert’s hole long rough and hard. When he finally pulled his cock out it was covered in pinkish cum and immediately Angelo jumped in to the action. While all this was going on Tim made his way over to Robert and presented his hard cock for Robert to suck on At this point Robert was so into the action he swallowed Tim’s cock whole and as he sucked on it his blurry vision caught site of Tim’s biohazard tattoo around his belly bottom. Thoughout the next few hours Robert would take many loads into his formerly virgin asshole and mouth. Not a single load was negative and in fact all the loads were quite potent in their viral load. Without even thinking about it Robert went from a guy who had only fucked with condoms previously to taking easily 15+ poz loads in the matter of a few hours. When John and Tim left later that night, Sam and Tony decided to take Robert home but that Sam would stay with Robert to handle him when he awoke the next day. Sam relished the chance to take Robert back home and once he got him into Robert’s house he led him into the bedroom stripped him down and placed him onto the bed. Sam proceeded to put one more load into Robert then and they fell asleep with Sam’s cock plugging Robert’s poz cum filled ass. When Robert stirred awake the next day he thought he had a wicked wet dream until he felt something still in his ass and realized he was slowly being fucked awake. Sam said hello with a hard grunt and then proceeded to shoot another poz load into Robert. Robert asked what happened yesterday and Sam proceeded to tell him that Robert had taken 15+ loads of cum into his body last night like the guy Sam hoped he would be. Robert was shocked by this and yet was hard as a rock. Sam noticed this and told Robert that only a versatile pig like Robert would learn that he took 15 loads of cum from complete strangers and would view it as something that would turn him on. Robert’s cock was leaking precum and before he knew what happen Sam backed his ass up onto that cock and started milking Robert’s cock with his ass. After a few minutes Sam started getting verbal telling Robert to give him the last of the neg cum he had. Robert didn’t immediately process what Sam was saying until he blew a massive load into Sam’s ass. But afterwards Sam told Robert that was probably the last time he would be shooting neg loads. Robert didn’t immediately process what that meant until Sam explained that every load he took previously was highly toxic and was going to become a toxic gift giver himself. It was only a matter of time until he converted and he should embrace what he could become. His had a tight ass that loved to take cock and a large cock that would feel good in any tight hole. Sam said he never felt his ass take to a cock like Robert’s and he was going to guide Robert down this path. Robert laid in bed contemplating what had just happened with Sam came back with a syringe filled with fluid. Robert asked what was in the syringe and all Sam said was this was his next step. end of Part 4 .....

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….

FUCK that was a hot sTarT! Raw, pnp, AND incest! Love it!

Last night in 2 bars in GC where I am on vacation. First I was in construction I think it was called. I decided to kneel on a fuck seat arse up head lower down. There was about 2 rows of 4. I had not been in it long and I had a dick just slide right up my Arse on the left of me I could see other bottoms also getting fucked. My poppers kicked in big time and sometimes when you inhale too much you get disorientated and dizzy and completely out of control well that is where I was so out of it. I was repeatedly getting fucked non stop by different blokes. I could not even stand to get up as I was out of it and cock after cock was sliding in me and grunting away.I have no idea how many fucked me. But as I was coming down. I moved away as I had bad leg cramps lol. I walked around a little dizzy at first. Just bending over for any guy that bent me over and got fucked by them. I later got dressed t shirt shorts.and went to the Box. I loved this place last year. Older guys types. I pushed myself into the busy corner to suck a hot daddy types cock and suck and chew his nipples after a small time I felt someone pulling at my shorts and fingering me or trying to. He said something in German. I didn't understand but yhe daddy type asked me if I had been recently fucked. I said yes. He translated to his bloke and said to me that I have a wet cum patch in my shorts that is what this guy was asking. I stepped out of my shorts and tucked them in my t shirt collar. The German guy was fingering my arse and licking his fingers. He then rimmed me. The daddy type I was sucking was rock hard in my throat. Feeding me poppers. I was well away and then felt the blokes cock slide right up me without any problems I was well cummed lube up.it was smelly. Poppers and seedy but I pushed back onto thst dick so much. He fucked me good and when he pulled out I felt cum hit the back of my legs then another one was up me. I was the only one in thst corner getting fucked. I loved it. I must have taken so many loads in the night. I list count and had used two bottles of poppers. This morning in toI let. I was shitting cum. I am convinced to a degree but definitely could smell it. GoT my eye on 2 bearded daddy types in my hotel as I'm writing this from my sunbed. Hope that comes off. They seem interested. I love being here in GC .

gladly take anon loads, especially in dark rooms or outdoors. somehow hot when you don't even get to see who bred you

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!

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.

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

Sunday night at the Rawhide in New Orleans. Took 2 loads. Would have got more but it was crazy busy and it was hard to move through the dark room.

Last night, it was a guy I work with. Hot 30yo with a nice bod and a huge 10in dick. Biggest I've had so far. Got to his place and he made me strip. He forced me on my knees and started by fucking my throat. After he was good and hard, he flipped my over and just used his spit and dove into my ass. Love how it hurt at first but after a while I relaxed. Fucked me hard for about an hour before he bred my hole full of cum. I'll probably hook up with him done more.

Went to another town to pick up a receipt copy to return a warranty piece. Was having trouble getting it and finally took a time out and went to an ABS there. Several guys there but seemed like most were do nothing types. Got in a booth and dropped my pants and backed my ass up to the hole and waited. Heard someone come in the other booth but a minute later they left again. Then just when I was about ready to leave another guy came in there. I reached through and played with my hole a little and then I felt the glorious feeling of his cock entering me. He pumped me for a bit and then pulled out. I turned around to see what was up and he had leaned down and whispered that he wanted to go to another room, I got my pants up and followed him out of our booths. Then I found out he was a black guy. Nice. I followed him upstairs where they have these large rooms. We went in one and he was immediately taking off his clothes. I took off my pants and he pulled a chair over for me to lean on and rammed his cock back in me. He really plowed my ass good and a long time too. So long I was starting to get a cramp in one leg even. Then he really picked up the pace and I was thinking, yeah, this is great and my hole is going to be full. Then all of a sudden he pulled out and just dumped his load all over my ass. Still felt pretty good, but really wanted that load in me deep. Maybe next time.

So I just discovered the late night BBC action at a local park in Oakland. Have gone twice and gotten 10 loads over the two nights. Most oral, but have gotten four fucks, 2 raw and 2 rubber. Would love to arrange a gangbreeding or rape where my hole is pounded by guy after guy, loads getting dumped in ME, no info about status or use of condoms. I'm still neg, but want that changed.

This is one hot fucking story! Thank you for coming back to it. I don't think writers get enough of that. Though life does happen, you found your way back to this good piece of fiction! Fuck...I don't know what's hotter, getting fucked by Carlos or eating his poz cum from Joey's hole!!

There was a time i thought that was hot as well. However, I was getting drilled hard by a very aggressive and sadistic dom type guy bent over his pool table one afternoon. It was great....until....his wife and teenage daughter walked in on us. Needless to say.....the next few moments were exciting....but not in a way that was sexual. Certainly killed any desire I had to mess with married guys.

Once you bareback you don't go back. It just doesn't happen that way. I agree with C10H15N and go with PrEP. You won't regret it...and you'll enjoy sex so much more without worrying about it.

That's hot man. I really do love black meat. It took me a while but my buddy and I decided to try our first slam. We were hanging with a guy that we'd partied with before and he asked if we wanted a shot. My buddy said yes, so I said sure too. I was thinking of a G shot - had no clue it was going to be a slam. He leads us to his bathroom which I thought was odd since the G was in the kitchen, but figured they got distracted. The next thing I knew he was measuring out crystal and placing it in syringes mixed with saline solution. My eyes must have been bugged out of my head. We'd been smoking and did some G earlier, so my inhibitions were already down. It turned me the fuck on! We waited a few minutes to let the solution reach it's potency and he asked which of us wanted to go first. My buddy Scott volunteered (fucking slutty pig! lol) and I watched as he tied off his bicep and wiped the veiny area with an alcohol swab. Within a few seconds, the needle was in his arm and he was talking Scott through what to expect. He pulled a bit of blood back into the syringe and slowly began to inject the tina into his veins. Scott took a few deep breaths, coughed a bit - and exclaimed "HOLY FUCK!" a few times and darted over towards the bed. I followed him to make sure he was ok and I could tell he WAS. He grabbed at my cock and just fucking needed it. It was incredibly hot. He sucked me and I fucked him a bit and then it was my turn. I laid back on the bed and assumed the position. Scott kept looking at me and I could tell he was flying so hard and just waiting for me to lift off and join him. It was the most intense feeling I've ever experienced. I just wanted dick and ass and MEN. Scott and I fucked and watched our hot daddy buddy slam himself - and joined us in lift off. We fucked and played and stretched each others man-holes for the next couple of hours. Our mutual craving of big black cock kicked in and we prepared 3 more slams for us and started hunting ...

6. Jason As I held out the glass pipe and lighter for him, Nathan looked at me quizzically. "Huh?" he asked me. "It's your turn," I said. "You need to smoke more, and I'll take the pictures now." Reluctantly, Nathan handed me his camera. "Just frame it, and press here," he said, indicating the shutter release. I already knew how to use the camera, but I didn't want to bother him by saying anything. With his hands now free, he took the pipe and lighter from me. I was able to properly hold the camera. While he was swapping the pipe and lighter between his hands, I took some pictures of him. I had been staring at Nathan for several days, seemingly memorizing every hair on his face, every muscle in his chest, every vein on his cock. But tonight, looking through the viewfinder, I was seeing him for the very first time. He seemed new and different in a way I had trouble articulating. Even though I had several loads inside of me, I was still so turned on by his raw masculinity that my ass started to itch again. It wasn't going to be long before I needed to have him inside of me again. For the first time, I noticed that he had a few bits of grey in his goatee, and there were the slightest hints of lines around his eyes. I wondered how I had missed those details before, and with a bit of shock, I realized I didn't even know how old he was. He was older, but I had never even asked. I was about to say something, but before I could open my mouth, Nathan put the pipe to his mouth. He held the flaming torch under the bowl. I took pictures as he heated up the bowl, inhaled the vapor, and then exhaled the cloud. "Again," I said. I wanted him just as high as I was. "Bossy boy," he said, smiling. But he did what I said, and took another hit off the pipe. This one was longer and deeper than the one before; it was obvious from the giant cloud he exhaled. As he put the pipe back to his lips a third time, he said, "Let's share this one." He kneeled down in front of me and our faces were level with one another. I was staring right into his green eyes, and remembered the power they had exerted over me the first time I saw him. I would have done anything just to see them again. And, so far, I had done almost everything to keep him: he had fucked me raw, he had shot his poz cum in me, he had whored me out to his friends, and even now he was getting me higher than I had ever been before. Another hit of crystal was small compared to what had already happened. "I'd like that," was my only response, exhaling and emptying my lungs for his cloud. He did a long hit, longer than any of the others and emptied the bowl several times. He grabbed the back of my head, pulled me in close, and exhaled all of it into my mouth. I sucked his cloud in, feeling his drugs and his breath, as they became my drugs and my breath. Even though his raw cock had been inside me, even though now his sperm was swimming inside of me, and even though his virus was plotting its stealthy attack on my body, this sharing of breaths was a new intimacy for us. The shotgun turned into a kiss and Nathan put the pipe down on the bed table. His hand traced down my smooth chest, across my stomach, before finding my cock. The crystal had rendered it weak, soft and impotent, but I didn't mind it at all. Michael had used my tina dick as a source of power over me, but with Nathan, my soft rod had turned into a celebration of Nathan's masculinity. My limp cock was my special gift to him, a way for us to stay focused on what was critical and important: Nathan's unprotected, uncovered, raw manhood entering me, his powerful orgasm filling me with toxic cum, and his deadly disease infecting me. Another night, hopefully very soon, my cock would be hard and erect, bursting with toxic sperm, and it would be my turn to penetrate Nathan. Nathan rested his hands on my hips to pull me closer to him. Neither of us had breathed out the crystal cloud and his tongue was still exploring my mouth. His hard cock was pressed against the inside of my thighs. Relentlessly, it seeked out my wet hole. "Please?" I asked, stopping our kissing just long enough to speak. A bit of the white cloud escaped as I begged Nathan to fuck me. "Of course, boy," he said. He pulled away, and exhaled. Even though he had given me the bulk of his hit, he still had a respectable cloud. I followed his example, and blew the smoke right into his face. "Hot, boy," he said. He took the camera from me, and put it next to the glass pipe on the bed table. Then he pushed me back onto the bed, and climbed on top of me. "I need to be inside you again," he said. Between my legs, his hard cock was searching for the wet opening into my body. I grabbed my ankles to give him better access to my hole. "I want you inside me too," I said. "Your raw cock inside of me feels like nothing else I've ever felt before." He ran one hand over my chest; I was sweating, a combination of anticipating getting fucked again and the additional kick of the crystal hitting me. "Are you ok, my Jason?" he said. The way he said "My Jason" sent a chill down my back. So badly, I wanted him to want me, even to need me. I hoped I wasn't reading too much that statement, taking it as a confirmation of his parallel need. "I'm good," I replied. "I'll be better with your cock inside me. And much better when your precum dripping into me." "Need more of my sperm? My virus?" he asked, as he lined the tip of his cock up with hole. It was now very well-used, bordering on sore. But that hardly mattered when it was Nathan wanting to fuck me. "Fuck yeah, Nathan. You know that." Nathan grabbed the bottle of poppers from off the bed and handed it to me. "Big hit for me, boy," he said. I held them under my nose. I breathed in deeply, first one nostril, and then the other, and then back to the first one. "Give it to me," he said before I could put the lid back on the bottle. He replicated my actions, inhaling deeply three times from the little brown bottle. "Ready?" he asked. We both knew what he was asking. Right as I nodded in agreement, I felt my face flush from the poppers, and at the same time, his cock began to press into me. He filled me up again with his hard shaft. My eyes rolled back, and I moaned in pleasure. All I focused on--all I could focus on--was my hole, and the way his cock slowly penetrated and filled me. This time, the sex was slower and more intimate than earlier in the evening. There was no longer the frantic need for him to get off, and we could take the time enjoy the journey. As I felt his skin against my skin, I remembered how dangerous yet intimate this was for me. There was nothing between his poz cock and my fertile hole. As we both rode the waves of poppers, it was hard for me to tell where he stopped and I began: he had gotten so deep into me and his cock fit my ass so perfectly it was like we were two parts of the same person. Nathan clearly felt the same way; he leaned in and whispered, "It feels like we're one," before he started to kiss me deeply once more. Even with our intimate connection, it still took us a while to find our rhythm. It had turned into a very slow fuck, with Nathan's cock just barely rocking back and forth inside me. He massaged the thick pools of deadly cum from all the men into my body, all the while, he held on to me tightly. His furry chest was pressed against mine and our lips and tongues stayed entangled the entire time. It seemed like the night had stopped, but yet every time I looked at the clock, only about thirty minutes had gone by. Soon, we were in the depths of the night, as first eight, then ten, midnight, and almost too soon, one AM ticked by. The entire time, Nathan's cock stayed inside me, dripping pre-cum, exploring my hole, and leaving faint traces of his virus inside me. Every so often, we would stop, just long enough to hit the pipe again together, pour a little more lube onto my hole, have a sip of water, and maybe switch positions. Sometimes, while fucking, we would be kissing. Other times we were just quiet. The best times were when we would whisper in each other's ears our hopes and dreams plus our experiences and fantasies. I was amazed, and, honestly, at times jealous, of what Nathan had done. As the night wore on, fueled by the drugs and our growing trust in each other, our fantasies became more explicit, more personal and more dangerous. Buried in my hole, Nathan's cock would get hard when I told him what I was willing to do. The barriers between us had been lowered significantly. I found myself opening up to Nathan in ways I had never been able to tell another man. In a quiet moment of the night, I found myself telling him how I had jerked off thinking about getting infected. "Why do you want it?" he asked me. "Before I met you?" I asked. "Or now?" "Both," he said. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, and then slid it back into me. I could feel the pools of toxic spooge pressed deeper into me, where soon enough, they would get absorbed into my body, and hopefully give me what I needed so badly. "Honestly?" "Of course," Nathan said. "No secrets now. No secrets ever." "The thought of crawling on top of a neg boy, of sliding my cock into his hole, of fucking him hard and breeding him. It's such a hot thing to be able to do. And knowing that I am infecting him, it's a fucking power trip." "It is," he said. "Especially with the right neg man, it can be amazing experience. And the best way to get to know a man." He stroked my face, and then gave me a kiss. "Like no other experience in the world." He stared at me, and I tried not to get lost in his hazel eyes. "And now?" he asked. "You," I said. "I want this to be how we get to know each other. How I get a part of you forever." "You'll always have a part of me," Nathan said. "And I'll make sure that my virus is in your blood." "Thank you," I said. His cock was deep in me, dripping his pre-cum into me. It was hard to tell if he was defiling my hole with his toxic virus, or anointing it with his precious fluids. They were two sides to the same coin. "Do you want to spread it?" he asked. "Help others feel as good as you do?" I had to think a moment. I knew what he was asking me, what I was signing up to do. I had safer sex drilled in my head since middle school. Not that I had followed it very well: raw man cunt was felt far too good to spoil with sheaths of rubber between my cock and the bottom. But now, Nathan was proposing a step further. To seek out negative men fuck them raw, to infect them, and make sure it would take. Despite the drugs, my cock twitched and started to grow. Nathan stroked it. "I think your cock is telling me everything I need to know," he said. "Yeah, I think it is. I do want to." I remembered what Thomas had said earlier in the day. "And I know Thomas is into it as well" "I know," Nathan said. "He's asked me a few times. Never sure how I feel about it. But..." he started, and then stopped. "But?" I asked. "I think I'd do it with you. Having a boy to share between us. To infect." "It would be nice," I said. Nathan pushed his cock into my hole again. He more than filled me up, and my dick dripping in pleasure. "And you? What do you want?" "You really want to know?" I nodded. I was learning much about Nathan in this quiet morning time. Our inhibitions were gone, and we were purely creatures of pleasure. We were creatures of a common depraved flesh, feeding off the inscrutable darkness of drugged-up, male sex. "Ok," he said. But rather than saying anything else, he grabbed the pipe and torch from the bed table. "This will need some help." I nodded, wondering what dark fantasy he had that required added assistance from the crystal. I worried that it would be too dark, too much for me, and I would have to tell him no. I worried because that I knew that tonight, I wouldn't be able to tell him no. I wasn't sure if I would ever be able to deny Nathan something he wanted, but tonight, it would be particularly impossible. "Ok?" he asked me. I nodded again, feeling how hard his cock was inside me. He stuck the pipe in his mouth, pursing his lips around the glass stem. He flicked the torch and held the intense blue flame under the bowl. Subjected to the heat, it didn't take long for the crystals to crackle, melt and begin to smoke. He started to inhale, emptying the bowl and filling his lungs. Even while getting high, he looked beautiful to me, a stocky, hairy, muscular body, his manhood buried deep and raw in my ass, and him sucking down the drug that would make him even wilder. Finally, his lungs were full, and he pulled out his pipe. He offered it to me, but I nodded no. My head was spinning a bit, and I needed to slow down. If I ever needed it, the pipe would be right beside me. "Damn, that is nice," he said, exhaling a thick cloud. It momentarily engulfed his head, before drifting down and blocking my view. As it dispersed, I saw him above me, his eyes glassy and a smile on his face. "So," I said. "What do you want?" He was quiet for a moment. His cock was rock-hard, lodged deep in my hole and dripping. Whatever he was thinking about, it was keeping him hard. I wanted to be able to satisfy him, to make him that hard again. I was clenching my ass in terror, wondering what he wanted to do. "I want to see you get raped," he finally said. "To see man after man ram his cock into you. To hear you beg for them to stop, to go slower, and to be gentle, when you know that it has only just begin. To see their cum dripping from your smooth tight hole. And to hold you at the end, my cock in your hole, and tell you how proud I am of you." Hearing that, I relaxed. It seemed so simple and so easy: all I would have to do is get fucked by a few guys. It would be like this afternoon. Maybe even better, since Nathan would be there for me. It wouldn't be just me and an ass like Michael. I smiled and nodded. "I'd do that for you." Nathan grinned. I continued. "Just make sure they are hung big, and fuck hard. And that I'm as high as I am now." "You'd do that? For me?" Nathan asked. "Yeah, right now, I'd do anything for you," I said. "Really, I'd do anything." I glanced at the clock. It was now nearly two AM. It had gotten quiet outside. Time was now marked only by a very occasional siren in the distance or the sounds of people walking home, drunk and happy, from the bars. It was the crystal driving us now, the man behind the curtain for our every action and though. I wondered how many mistakes I had already made this weekend. I had just said I'd let strangers use me. Even if I begged them to stop. But maybe that was what I really wanted, because the idea, even after Michael, didn't scare me. The pressing questions seemed to be when that fantasy would come true. "There's so much I want to do with you. I don't want you to be held back by anything." His cock was harder and buried deeper than he had ever been. "You think it's been holding you back? I mean, the fear of HIV. Of AIDS. Of dying." The only thing keeping me from freaking out was the stable presence of his tool inside me and the calming nature of the steady stream of pre-cum he was dripping into me. "In the part, it had been," I said. "But now, I want it. I want it so badly. To be infected with HIV, just like you." Inside me, his cock was throbbing with desire and dripping pre-cum into my hole. "I don't want to be held back from anything. No fear." "I don't want you to be afraid of anything either. Not of me, not of my cock, not of my cum, not of my virus. Or of my friends: their cocks, their cum and their virus. I don't think I could ever fuck you with a rubber. I want to share everything with you. And most of all, I want to be there for all of your needs and fantasies." "Me too." Nathan was on top of me again, his strokes getting deeper and more forceful. "And I know now I want the man ho infects me to be you Nathan," I said. "Not anyone else." "I'd like that too, Jason," he said. "I'd like that a lot." I needed Nathan so badly that night. I wanted his body, his mind, and most of all, his semen and the virus that would come with it. I wondered how much of this was because of the drugs and sex, but it really didn't matter. I was living in the moment and nothing else mattered. Nothing mattered but what I was sharing with Nathan. "I love you," I said. Suddenly, I was letting the drugs do the thinking for me and I let the crystal do what I was too cowardly to do on my own. As I said it, he pulled me close and kissed me. He slammed his cock deep into me. It went deep; deeper than he had ever been before. He was into virgin territory, which was ripe and ready for his seed. I felt him pulse and inside of me, Nathan was shooting his thick load of toxic jizz. I wanted it. I wanted to be open for him, to accept every drop of what he gave me. Most of all, I wanted the virus. I was no longer afraid. I was ready for it, and I wanted it to be his virus, his disease, his HIV. I wanted to be infected and I wanted to be free of all the worries and fears that had eaten me up over the years. But, the only way we could ever make this happen was to for him to fuck me raw and to cum inside of me. I knew that anything that felt this good, that brought me this close to the man I was falling in love with, must be good. This had to be the right thing. "I love you," I repeated, as he filled me with his beautiful hard cock and sprayed my guts with his thick, deadly, and wonderful cum. Even while Nathan's orgasm subsided, he made no effort to stop kissing me. He kept one hand wrapped around my body, and with the other, he tenderly stroked my head. Even after this, his second orgasm of the night, his cock stayed hard and stayed deep in my body. As we kissed, the last throbs of his orgasm wracked his body. I felt privileged to be able to make a man like him cum that hard, and doubly lucky that he had deemed me worthy of his precious fluids, the fluids that would make me forever his. Finally, our breathing returned to normal, and our long kiss was broken off. "You good, sweet boy?" he asked me, staring at me with his beautiful, piercing green eyes. "Very good," I replied, and kissed him again. My legs were still wrapped around his torso, making sure he stayed inside me. I had a stupid smile on my face. We continued to kiss and explore each other, still joined so intimately and closely. "Fuck," he said suddenly, a look of pain crossing his face. "Ok?" I asked. "Fine, just the start of a leg cramp. I gotta lay down and I'll be fine," he said. Reluctantly, I slowly unwrapped my legs from around him and let him pull his cock out of me. Still, I clamped my ass around his dick to make sure I kept every drop of his poz cum inside me. We were both tired and tweaked and our movements were clumsy. But it still felt good for us to be touching, feeling each other's bodies rub against each other. He collapsed next to me, wrapping his arm around me. We were quiet and just listened to each other breathe and felt the sweat on our bodies slowly dry. I was glad to be quiet, even though unwanted thoughts were starting to creep into my consciousness. Without Nathan's cock inside me to center me, doubts were starting to grow. I remembered everything I had said while we were fucking. I knew, in my heart, it was all true. But, I wasn't ready to face one of them straight on, much less have the important talk about it with Nathan. The statement was the methamphetamine's true betrayal of me this evening. It wasn't the way I had opened my hole to all those poz men, not the way I had let Michael use me, nor the way I had promised Nathan his fantasy. It was in the heat of passion, telling a man how I really felt. Of course, Nathan had certainly come hard when I told him. I wanted him to feel the same way, and I took it as a hopeful sign. Finally, he broke the silence. "What time is it?" he asked. I turned my head, to look at the clock. I was surprised that it was only 2:30; it felt like we had been together much longer and that the night was almost over. "2:30," I said, as I turned back towards him, smelling his sweaty, male body. His cock was still hard, pressed up against my flat stomach. "You have to be anywhere tomorrow?" he asked me. "In the morning, I mean?" "Not at all." "Good," he said. I heard him smile through his voice. "You up for another round?" "Yeah," I said. "I need to feel your raw cock inside of me again." My ass had been itching for more cock from the minute he pulled out of me. "Maybe you want a quick shower before we continue?" "Definitely," he said. "And we should refill the pipe as well." As we untangled from each other, I got up first. I knelt down on the floor, next too him, with him sitting on the edge of the bed. He wiped the lube off his hands with a spare towel and then grabbed the bag of crystal and the pipe. The bag was still fat and thick, filled with shard of the white drug. He pressed the stem of the pipe into it, and let several chunks fall into the bowl. "Want to go first?" he asked, as he tapped the last few tiny crystals out of the stem and into the bowl. "Please," I said. There had been so much that had happened over the past few hours: from Sean, Jake, and Eli, to Michael, to what we had been sharing in the dark of the night. I wasn't sure what to be feeling. At that moment, everything seemed so good, but yet, there was still a dark undercurrent, one I couldn't fully explain, like the feeling of impending doom. I did my best to forget about it, and live in the pleasure of the minute. "I'm really enjoying tonight," I said. "I'm happy we are sharing all of this. I like being with you." "Me too," he said, as he fired up the torch and let the drugs melt. He looked straight at me, as a wisp of vapor escaped from the glass bowl. "You seemed a little shaken up after Michael. Was it just him? Or the entire experience?" "Just him," I said. "Sean, Jake, Eli, they were all great. But Michael," I trailed off, shivering a bit as I remembered the ninety minutes I had spent with him. Ninety minutes I couldn't forget. "I know," Nathan said. The bowl had now filled with smoke and the vapor was escaping from the top. "Here," he said, putting the pipe in my mouth. "Take a hit. You can relax now. I'm here." With one hand, he held the torch against the bowl, and with the other, he gently stroked my arm. The touch, especially from him, felt good. It complimented the crystal I was sucking down nicely. I nodded that I was good, and he pulled the torch away. Before the pipe cooled down, I inhaled a few more bowls. I held the hit as long as I could. The drugs flowed into my blood, giving me a warm feeling of happiness. There were things I knew I needed to remember, about Michael, about Nathan, about myself, but as the tina kicked in, again, those things seemed far away and unimportant. I leaned in to shotgun it to Nathan. He took the hit from me, his hand now wrapped around me, keeping me close. I remembered enough to continue talking. "It's like there's something he's angry about," I said, referring to Michael. Nathan held my hit a while longer before he exhaled it right into my face. "I want you to take another hit," he told. I couldn't tell him no, nor did I want to. I wanted to get lost in the pleasure. So, I put the pipe in my mouth and let him held the torch under it again. "I don't know the full story, but I heard he got stealth pozzed by his boyfriend. He's had trust issues ever since." I finished the hit and held it for a moment before shotgunning it to Nathan. Nathan. "That could do it," I said, as Nathan held his breath. "I'm glad we're doing it like this. Openly. Trusting each other completely." I nearly said "lovingly," but thought better of it. There was a bond between us, and it was only getting stronger. I didn't want to scare him; I was already worried that I had said too much. I kissed Nathan, and he shotgunned the hit back to me. As I held it, Nathan returned the pipe and torch to the bed table. It would still be available to us as the night wore on. He wrapped his arms around me and let one hand dropped down to my ass where a finger quickly found my hole. "Me too," he said. "This is the best weekend I've in a long time. Now, let's get ourselves clean, in body if not spirit. The lube is starting to feel gross." I stood up and walked to the bathroom. "Getting towels. I'll be there in a second," Nathan said, "Let the water run?" The water got warm quickly and I stepped into the spacious shower. It felt good to wash off the accumulated grime from my sexual escapades. I ran my finger over my raw hole. There were several loads of toxic sperm up there. Even under the hot water, I shivered with the realization that it was far too late for me to do anything about the virus. I expected to be scared and nervous about the poz loads, but instead, all I felt was excitement. I hoped it wouldn't be long before I was infected. More than anything, I needed it to be Nathan's virus that did the deed.

4. Jason I lay in waiting for the fourth and last guy, in the dim room. The other three had been almost back-to-back, coming in as soon as the earlier one had left. This pause was unexpected, but not unwelcome. I was lying on my stomach, trying my best to keep all of the sperm donations inside of me. In the dark and lonely room, each drop of spooge felt like a precious gift and I wanted all of them to stay inside me. The door cracked open slightly, and I thought it was the last man entering. But the door didn't open any further. "It's me," Nathan said, through the mostly closed door. "Are you ok in there?" Nathan asked me. "Yeah, I'm good. Very good," I said. I was warm and happy, the drugs had put me in a good mood, and the long, intimate fucks had put me in an even better mood. "Just need a cock in my hole again," I said. He laughed. "Well, if you need it, there should is a toy or two in the night stand. Michael is a bit late; I'll let you rest while we wait. Or you can play, if you want." He closed the door; I hadn't even gotten to see Nathan's face. I lay there, trying not to think about anything in particular. But Nathan had put the idea in my mind, and before long, all I could think about was having a toy up my ass. I scrambled to the side of the bed, staying on my stomach in order to not to lose any of the cum. I opened the drawer. Like Nathan had said, there were a few dildos and butt plugs in the drawer. I pulled out one of the smaller, thinner vibrators. Before I realized what I was doing, I had it on, and was reaching back to rub the tip along my well-used hole. It didn't take much effort for it to slide in. I was already well lubricated, and the vibration of the toy easily cut through any remaining resistance. Nor did it take long for me to find the perfect spot for it. That spot was deep enough to help massage the semen into my ass, but also positioned just right to target my prostate. Despite all of the drugs I had done, under the stimulation, my cock started to stir once more beneath me. I was enjoying the sensation of the jizz getting worked into me so much that I knew if I continued the play I'd be shooting my load far sooner than I had planned. But, after a few minutes of working that vibrator in and out of my hole, I was rescued by the sound of the doorbell. It would be the last man of the afternoon. I eased the toy out of my hole, clenching my ass around it so as not to loose a single drop of the many men's sperm donations. Just as I was getting the last bit out, there was a knock on the door. "Ready?" Nathan asked. "Of course," I said, rolling over onto my back. Before the door fully opened, I noticed a wet spot on the bed where my cock had been dripping pre-cum. But, before I could do anything about it, the last man of the day walked in. He was a little older than the other three guys, probably in his late forties. He was taller, about 6'2, and thin. He had short-cropped hair, with a goatee as well. Both of them were dark, flecked with grey. He had a white t-shirt on and jeans; his hairy arms showed a few tattoos. When he walked in, I quickly read his t-shirt. It said, "If it's not rape, it's not fun." On someone else, it might have been funny, but on him, it was menacing, almost scary. I knew instinctively that he believed it. My cock twitched in unknowing excitement and anticipation. "This the faggot?" he sneered. "Yeah. He's Jason," Nathan answered. "He's new at this. Go easy on him." "You know how I roll," he answered. "Yeah, I do," Nathan said. "That's why I'm telling you to go easy on him. And that's why I'm worried." He slowly shut the door and then it was just the two of us, alone. I said, "I'm Jason," as he walked to the bed. "Yeah, faggot, I heard." He dropped a small backpack next to the bed. "I'm Michael. But you can call me Sir." "Yes Sir," I answered. With him closer to me, I could smell the aggression and masculinity pouring off his body. It was just one more drug for me, and even against some instinct for self-preservation, I still couldn't get enough of it. "So, faggot. You want to die?" The bluntness of the question shocked me. Before I could figure out exactly what he really meant, I was terrified about what I had gotten myself into. Finally, I realized he meant the virus and getting infected. Or at least I hoped he did. "Yeah, I am." "Yeah, what, Faggot?" He was standing over the bed, staring down at me relentlessly with steel-grey eyes. "Yes, Sir," I said, learning how he wanted me to address him. "Good faggot. You learn quickly." I was already breathing hard, scared at what I was imagining this man could do to me. But, at the same time, my cock was twitching and trying to get hard from the excitement. "Get on your knees, faggot. Suck my cock." I got off the bed, onto the floor and onto my knees. I must have hesitated or been too slow, because Michael said, "Now, bitch. There's other boys literally dying for my sperm." As fast as I could, I got on my knees right in front of him. He undid his jeans and a thick, semi-hard cock flopped out. There was the glint of a heavy cockring wrapped around his balls. I looked up at him, his expressionless face staring down at me. "Please? Sir?" I asked, my mouth open and ready. "Do it, faggot," he said. I took his cockhead in my mouth and started to lick on his piss slit. As soon as my tongue touched his head, he dribbled a slow stream of pre-cum. I was surprised at how bitter it was, compared to the other men from the afternoon. Still, I knew that not swallowing it wasn't an option. "Swallow it all, queer," he said, letting me know my guess was right. He put one hand on the back of my head and forced me further down, swallowing more of his cock. He worked fast. When his cockhead hit the back of my throat, I needed a break or at least a pause in his relentless penetration. I pushed my head back, against his hand, but he wasn't having any of it. "If you have to, choke on it, bitch," he said, and continued to force his cock into my throat. I struggled to relax, but as his shaft pressed against my tonsils and cut off my air, I couldn't stop myself from gagging. At least Michael let go of my head for a moment and let me catch my breath. "Gonna have to do better next time, cocksucker." "Just let me catch my breath, Sir," I gasped. Even though his cock was a lot smaller than Eli's, I found it far harder to take in my mouth. It was the attitude. With Eli, we both wanted it to work, to get his cock in my throat. But with Michael, this wasn't oral sex; it was already a straight up face-fuck. Our entire encounter was going to be about power, Michael exerting his power over me and me giving any power I had left to him. "Fuck cocksucker, you're here for my pleasure. I'm getting a lot of pleasure out of seeing you choke on my tool," Michael said, re-enforcing what I had just realized. It didn't make me feel any better to have my instincts confirmed; I wondered what other instincts about Michael would be later confirmed. I opened my mouth to get some air but immediately, his cock found its way back in. "Just work on the head, bitch. Get it nice and wet and hard." As I sucked on the head, his cock hardened. He was about seven inches and a decent thickness. Nothing like Eli, but more than enough to make me uncomfortable. "Yeah, that's it bitch. Take more of it," he said, forcing more of his tool into my mouth. This time it was a little easier for me to accommodate. "You know you need it." Keeping his cock in my mouth, I looked up at him. He was staring down at me with an evil grin. I knew the face-fucking was only beginning of what he wanted to do to me. He pulled off his shirt, exposing a chest covered with thick, dark hair and two pierced nipples. His chest was untrimmed, except for a patch right above his pubes. The hair there was thin enough to expose a brilliant red biohazard tattoo. I was staring at it. "Like that, faggot?" he asked. It was right in front of me, reminding me exactly what I was getting myself into. "Yes, Sir," I managed to say even with my mouth still full of his cock. "Don't worry. You'll be ready to get one in no time. Marking you as biohazardous waste for the rest of your life." He pushed his cock further in and his cockhead was now nestled against the back of my throat. "Ready to choke, bitch?" he asked. It was a rhetorical question, but I still shook my head no, hoping for the best. I still needed to recover. "Too bad," he said, as his cockhead popped into my throat. He had gone too fast again, and almost immediately, I was back to gagging. "Fuck, cocksucker. Can't you get this right?" he said, pulling his cock all the way out. "How many guys have you sucked off today, faggot?" His cock stayed hard, glistening with my spit, taunting me with my inability to deep-throat it. I paused trying to remember again how many there had been. "If you have to stop and think, it's too many," Michael said laughing. "Total slut. Must be dripping with all sorts of bugs now. Gonna be a diseased leper if you keep the whoring up." He stepped back and kicked off his jeans. His legs were just as hairy as the rest of his body and there was a tattoo wrapped around his left leg. From what I could see it was a simple tribal pattern. "I think I need some protection against you and all those diseases you're picking up," he said. He reached into his bag, and pulled out a pair of latex gloves. He put them on, snapping them forcefully before returning his attention to me. "Much better. I gotta be careful handling medical-grade waste like you, faggot." With one hand, he opened my mouth, and used his other hand to guide his cock into it. The rubber taste was harsh and clinical in my mouth; I knew it would make my gagging even worse. This time, Michael didn't take his time or even give me any chance to adjust. His cock went straight to the back of my mouth. It pressed into my throat before I could even get comfortable. Michael grabbed the poppers off the bed table, and held them under my nose. I did a short hit. I nodded my head that I was good. "Come on, cocksucker. Let's do this right the first time. No gagging." he said. He kept the bottle in place under my nose, giving me no choice but to keep on breathing it in the vapors. As the drug diffused into my body, and relaxed me, I instinctively held my mouth open and let my throat slacken. My world had narrowed down to just his cock and I wanted it deep in me. I no longer cared how he was treating me, what he was thinking about me, or anything else. I just wanted to worship him and let him know his cock was my world. "Good faggot," he said. That was the highest praise I could ever expect from him. I let him slide his cock into my throat, feeling it choke me. I didn't care. I even started to enjoy the feeling of his cock cutting off my ability to breathe. I took a chance and looked up at him. He was finally smiling. "Right on, bitch. You know what a man needs." His cock was now balls-deep in my mouth and I could feel my throat straining to accommodate its width. He cleared his throat and I thought he was about to say something. I was staring up at him, amazed at how he had turned into my personal cock-god. I knew full well it was the poppers driving my worship of him, not any sort of reality. Suddenly, he spat right in my face, the miasma of snot, phlegm, and saliva landing across my cheeks and nose. "Faggot doesn't even mind when he's spit on," he said. He reached down, and with one of his gloved hands, rubbed the spit all over my face. Then he wiped off what had been left on his glove across my shoulder and chest. "You're getting the first bit of my DNA, cocksucker, and you have no reaction?" In the popper haze, I couldn't tell how to react. My depraved cum-hungry self loved the display of power and cockiness of his action. I wanted him to wash my face with his spit. On the other hand, the still coherent, not tweaked-out part of me knew it was degrading and not something I should take. But, drugs and poppers won, and as best I could, with his cock buried in my throat, I croaked out "More, Sir." "Right on, faggot!" he answered. "Cocksucker, you know you love this humiliation." He didn't do anything immediately but just continued to fuck my throat. I was still flying on the poppers and enjoyed every degrading moment of the throat-fuck. Being able to suck on a man's cock was simply my world; that he was forcing it into my throat was heaven. It was just the tina, assisted by the poppers, but I didn't care. Unfortunately, the poppers wore off, and I was back in the crystal-mediated sordid reality: I had a thick cock lodged in my throat, I was right on the edge of gagging, and my face was smeared with another man's spit. "Oh yeah, faggot," Michael said, "Can't stop now." He knew I was coming down from the popper high, but he didn't care. "Feels so good." He cleared his throat again, and spit. It landed right in my eyes, stinging. I started to wipe it off, but he batted back my hand. "Wear it with pride, bitch." He reached down with his gloved hand and once more rubbed his sputum all over my face. I did my best to take the degradation, but between the poppers wearing off, and the impersonal feel of the latex on my face, I started to gag again. I accidentally bit down slightly on his cock while I was trying to get some relief. He slapped my face hard, saying "No teeth, cocksucker," but he also pulled his cock out. "Lick my balls, faggot," he said. I welcomed the chance to no longer have his cock forced down my throat, to try to catch my breath and to focus on something other than his cock invading my body. His balls were hairy and they hung low, heavy with their deadly fluid. Sooner or later, that poz cum was going to be injected into me, and I would be begging for it. For now though, I focused on sucking first on one of those warm eggs and then the other one. As I calmed down from the agony of the throat fuck, one of my hands dropped down to my cock. I started to play with myself. However, the crystal was doing its work and despite being turned on by the scene, my cock was only barely erect. Michael noticed my move. "Playing with yourself, cocksucker?" he asked. I nodded and focused all of my attention on his balls. "You been partying, cocksucker?" "Yes, Sir," I said, taking a brief break from his nutsack. "Kinda guessed, by how hungry you were for a real man's cock." He grabbed the back of my head. His hands were still gloved. He held me in place, right against his balls. I opened wide and managed to get both of them in my mouth. "Damn, that feels good, faggot." He made no move to let me go, and I realized in my current position, I could barely breathe. Finally, as I was on the verge of passing out, he let me go. "Want some more tina bitch?" I was feeling satisfied and well-tweaked, but Michael decided he had a better answer to the question than me. "Of course you want more. Your mouth is just too full to answer politely, right?" He pushed his cockhead into my open mouth, shoving it against the back of my throat. Luckily, he didn't try to force it any deeper. I did what I had to do and started to suck on his shaft. "Right on, cocksucker. Show me how much you love my cock." After a bit of intense cockworship, he pulled me off his cock. "Stay there," he said. He reached into his bag and pulled out a pipe and a lighter. "Let's get me high and you tweaked the fuck out, faggot," he said, handing me the pipe. "Do the first hit, bitch." I didn't want to over-do it and I knew what I had already done with Sean and Eli. But there was no harm in just one more small hit from the pipe, so I took the stem of the pipe in my mouth. Michael lit the torch under the bowl. It didn't take long for the drug to melt and I inhaled deeply a few times, before I pulled the pipe away. "Hold it, tweaker," he said, and I did. The bowl was still smoking slightly when I exhaled the small cloud. "Fuck, cocksucker, that's not even a warm-up hit. Do it again, and do it properly," Michael said. I was a bit hesitant, but I convinced myself it would be just one more hit. I hoped that I could still control myself and keep my composure, even around someone as aggressive as Michael. "Do it, faggot," Michael said, reminding me of just how controlling he wanted to be. I put the pipe back in my mouth, and again Michael lit the torch. "Real hit this time, cocksucker." I did as I was told. In deep gasps, I inhaled as much of the drug as I could. I stared up at Michael's grey eyes, watching them carefully for a sign that I had done enough. Finally, he gave me the faintest hint of a nod, and I knew he was satisfied with my efforts. "Hold that," he said. He pulled the pipe from my mouth and put it in his mouth. He sucked down on it, taking a bigger hit than I did. He held it for what seemed like hours. "You can breath out now," he said, finally. I had nearly passed out trying to hold it. I exhaled quickly and gasped for air. The thick white cloud from the huge hit I had just done nearly enveloped my head. I wanted that to be enough to satisfy Michael, because I was already feeling a little light-headed and tweaked out from it. "Nice," he said, trying not to let any of his own hit escape. "Now, shotgun, faggot." He leaned over and forced his mouth against mine. I didn't have a chance to react, and before I knew it, I had inhaled most of his hit. "Right on," Michael said. "Got a good tweak starting here, faggot. Raping your bitch ass is gonna be fucking sweet." I held the hit as long as I could, before finally exhaling. "I think I'm good, Sir." I said. It would be a few more minutes before those hits of tina finally got to me in full. My mind was already only thinking about sex, raw, bareback, man-to-man sex. I had to pace myself. I wanted a cock in my mouth, a cock in my ass, and most of all, I wanted sperm deep in my hole. Any more crystal and I couldn't control my base urges. Michael sat down on the edge of the bed, his legs spread wide. "I'm not good yet, faggot," Michael said. "Which means you're certainly not good yet." He put the pipe back in his mouth, but before he started to smoke it, he paused. "Show my dick some mouth-love, cocksucker, while I do another hit." I was still kneeling down so I leaned into his groin and took his dickhead into my mouth. The torch flared and the crystal sizzled in the pipe while Michael did a hit. My role was clear. I licked off his accumulated pre-cum and worked my way down his shaft. Michael took a long hit and then he held it. His free hand dropped down to the back of my head and pressed me down on his cock. The gloves were still on, and the latex was an unfamiliar sensation against my scalp. I felt more like a sex toy than a sexual partner for Michael. But the meth was starting to power my actions, and I let his hard cock slip into my throat with hardly a protest. Surprisingly though, my throat readily opened up to let his shaft enter me. "Right on cocksucker, let me slide into that cocktube of yours," he said, as he exhaled his hit. "Feels fucking good. Let's get you another good hit, and see what you'll do after that takes effect." With his cock buried in my throat, I did my best to shake my head "no." I had done more than enough crystal for the afternoon, and was still waiting for the full effects of these most recent hits to kick in. "Come on faggot, that wasn't a question. It was an order." He pulled my head off of his cock and quickly stuck the pipe back in my mouth. I was almost at face level with him, staring into his cold, grey eyes. "No pussy hit like earlier. Got it cocksucker?" I nodded in stunned agreement as he lit the torch. It didn't take long for the still-warm bowl to fill with smoke and I sucked on it as he wanted. Michael kept the torch up close against the pipe, making sure that every puff I took was thick with the drug. After what seemed like at least ten minutes, he finally pulled the torch back. The bowl slowly cooled down, crackling the entire time. "Get back on my cock," he ordered me, as he took the pipe out of my mouth. I did as I was told. I knew not to even dare to exhale my latest hit. I was starting to shake from the crystal and this hit was going to push me further than I had ever gone before. But, already cautious of Michael's temper, I couldn't dare exhale. I wrapped my lips around his cock, and let it invade my body once more. When it hit the back of my throat, I didn't hesitate, and kept right on swallowing it. "Right on, faggot. Worship that cock like you were born to." Michael flicked the torch again and sucked on the pipe. I wondered how he responded to crystal and what he had in store for me. I focused on his cock, now a hard shaft deep in my throat and dominating my thoughts. He sucked down on the pipe seemingly forever, but was only an average-sized hit. As he finished his hit, I also reached the point where I needed to breathe, and couldn't hold my hit any longer. I exhaled, and hoped that the size of the cloud would satisfy Michael. I kept my eyes tightly shut. I was terrified of seeing another thin wisp of weak smoke, because Michael would make me do another hit. That would be one hit too many for me. As I exhaled Michael said, "Finally, a real hit." I relaxed, glad that he was finally satisfied. He grabbed my head, pulling me off his cock, and on level with his mouth. He motioned for me to shotgun his hit: my optimism that he was done with me getting high dashed. I had no choice, and let him force his hit into me. It was another thick cloud, bigger than mine. When he released his lip-lock on me, there was still enough smoke to engulf both of us. As the smoke cleared, I saw he was still staring at me, his grey eyes scanning my face. I was immediately self-conscious. I was smacking my lips involuntarily from the drug, and I knew my cock had shrunk under the crystal's influence. "Fuck faggot, you're tweaked up," Michael said. "Now, let's see if you can get hard for me." He pushed me back on my knees. I waited, not sure what he wanted me to do. "Go ahead, play with yourself," he said. I reached down to my cock. As I suspected, the crystal had hit me hard and my cock was a soft and unresponsive lump. It felt good to be playing with it, but it remained limp and soft. "What's the matter, faggot? Scared by me?" Michael laughed. He ran his hand over his cock, taunting me with how hard and erect he was. "Get on the bed. Time for you to get fucked," he said. "Don't worry, cocksucker, you can still play with that tiny boy-clit of yours." When I got on the bed, I looked down. Under the influence of the tina, my cock had shrunk down, and was now just a flaccid, short stub of a man's cock. Michael calling it a boy-clit wasn't far from the truth. But, Under the influence of the tina, I was only worried about my hole and getting another load up there. "On you back, bitch," Michael ordered. "Legs up in the air for me." I did as I was told, lifting my legs up in the air, and exposing my already well-used hole to Michael. "Spread your cheeks for me." I did as I was told and reached down to pull my ass cheeks apart. I was totally exposed to Michael. I had given up any pretense of modesty and masculinity. If Michael had any doubts about his superior role and dominance over me, they were erased by my abject submission in showing him my wet and cummy hole. "Please, Sir, use my hole," I begged. "Fuck it hard." "Your hole?" Michael said, laughing. "No, faggot, that's my personal cunt now." He stuck a finger into his new toy. It slid in easily. Earlier it had been lubricated by some lube, but now it was primarily slicked up by the thick loads left behind by Sean, Jake and Eli. "Fuck, that's a scum-filled hole. How many loads up there, homo?" "Three, sir." I was surprised I was able to remember the number so quickly. I could hardly focus on more than just holding my butt cheeks apart. My mind was racing; I wanted to ride a cock; I wanted to stroke my flaccid little dick; I wanted to be a purely sexual being; and I wanted to satisfy all of my desires. "Dirty slut," he said. He pulled his finger out of my hole, and gave me a hard slap. He kneelt down, looked in his bag, and rummaged around for something. Finally, he found what he had been searching for, and stood back up. He had a small square package. "Gonna need this, I think." He held it up and in the light I could see it was a condom. "You don't need to use that, Sir," I said. "I don't care if you bareback me. And you can definitely cum in me, if you want, Sir." I couldn't believe that he was going to wear a rubber. He would be denying me the pleasure of his raw cock, not to mention wasting his precious toxic seed. "I want you to fuck me raw." "Oh, don't worry, cumbucket. This is about protecting me from you, not you from me." He held the small packet in front of me. Up close, I could see that the wrapper was riddled with small holes. He had repeatedly stuck a thumbtack or something through it. "Keeps my cock safe from all your filthy assjuices, but don't worry. You'll still get every drop of my rare and toxic dicksnot." He opened up the packet and pulled out the rubber. I couldn't see the holes in the thin sheath, but they were there. When Michael shot his load, it would flow out of the condom and into my hole. I wondered if he knew something I didn't: Jake, Sean, Eli, and certainly Nathan had all seemed very clean and healthy. But maybe they had something else? I had come to peace with the virus, maybe even needed it now. However, I hadn't thought about all the other germs out there. I twisted my head just enough to see him unroll the useless protection over his erect shaft. "Ready, faggot?" he asked, as he poured a few drops of lube on his now rubberized cock and rubbed it over the full length of his shaft. "Do you have to, Sir?" I asked. "I mean, with the rubber?" I didn't want to deal with a rubber-covered cock in my hole now. I had gotten so used to the intimacy and masculinity of raw fucking that going back would be difficult and almost wrong. Also in my mind was that if Michael couldn't feel how warm, wet, and human my hole was, he would never be able to see me as more than just a hole to fuck. "You like my cock, cocksucker?" he asked, grabbing it and shaking it a bit. "Yes, Sir. I do. I want to feel it in me. I want to make you feel good and get you off. I want your cock. I want every raw inch of it, Sir. I really want to feel it in me, nothing between us." "Right on, homo. And I like my cock as well. It gets me what I want: a bunch of pussy bottoms begging me to fuck them. I'm not going to risk something happening to it. Especially when I am sticking it in a dirty, hole like yours." He knelt back on the bed and lined his cockhead up with my hole, ready to penetrate me. As the taut rubber touched me, I tried my best not to recoil. "No, no, bitch," he said, as he grabbed my waist and held me in place. "You're going to take my cock like Nathan promised me you would." I fumbled about the bed with one hand, and found the bottle of poppers. I held it under my nose and inhaled deeply. As the warm tingle saturated my body, I was able to relax, and let Michael do whatever he wanted. It was not my place to demand anything from him. Possibly, even to make a request of him. It was my place to do what he wanted, and if he wanted to protect himself from the dangers of my unsafe sex practices, it was his right. I would be happy to get a load from him however he wanted to give it to me. Realizing what I was here for and helped by the waves of tina and poppers, I stopped trying to fight it and relaxed. Michael felt the change, and took the opportunity to insert his rubber-covered cock into my hole. I was happy to have something, anything, back in my hole. Even though I wanted the closeness of a raw cock, the rubberized shaft still helped scratch my itch. Although, I was starting to wonder about Michael. Did I really want to be closer to him? He seemed conflicted and troubled, from his t-shirt that read, "If it's not rape, it's not fun," to his obvious fear of skin-to-skin contact and what that could mean. If he had been inside me raw, I'd find out things about his sexuality and how he expressed it that I would prefer not to know. "There you go, cocktube. You've got a real man's cock inside you now." His cock wasn't nearly as big as Eli's, so it was easy for me to take him sliding the entire thing into me. When he hit the base, he paused for a second. "Take another hit of those poppers," he said. I did so, even before the first hit had taken full effect. The two hits re-enforced each other and together with the crystal, I stopped even caring about the rubber. I had finally found a comfortable headspace where I was happy that a man was fucking my ass, that he would eventually get off on my hole, and I would get his cum. I no longer cared that he thought of me as a little more than a receptacle for his wastes or that he barely touched me with his own skin. He just preferred to keep me isolated by layers of rubber and protection, and that was ok for me. Now that his cock had gotten all the way in, Michael leaned into me and pressed the full weight of his body against mine. He was pumping my hole hard and with each stroke forced the accumulated spooge ever deeper into my body. "Not a half bad ass, faggot. You might just be able to get me off," he said. I was doing my best to let his cock sink into me, but my body was rebelling against it. Suddenly, I hated the feel of the rubber against my hole. I still wasn't even sure if I wanted Michael inside of me, but if he was going to be fucking me, I didn't want his cock swathed and covered. Unlike the other three men this afternoon, it was impossible to create a connection with Michael. To him, I was just a hole and not even a human. This was just about him and his cock. It was about what would get him off and an important part of him getting off was to make me feel as small as possible. "Play with your clit for me, homo. I want to hear you moan," he said. As he spoke, my cock shrank even more. "Please sir, don't call it a clit," I asked. "It's my cock, Sir." Of all the things he had done so far, that was the most demeaning to me. Michael stopped fucking suddenly. He roughly pulled his cock out of my hole. "This, faggot, is a cock," he said, wielding it like a sword, ready to do battle with my ass. "It's long, it's hard, and it's thick. It's dripping pre-cum, and it's going to knock you up good." With his gloved hand, he grabbed my small, soft shaft, and pulled on it uselessly. "This, well, this is a boy-clit. Tiny, pink, soft, and useless. Like a little girl's clitoris. You know how a girl masturbates, homo?" I shook my head no. I was sorry I had asked him; feeling the rubber glove on my cock had only made everything far worse. "They just put a vibrator against their clit. Let's see if that works for you, faggot." The dildo from earlier was still on the bed. Michael grabbed it and, turning it on, pressed it against my soft and flaccid shaft. Simultaneously, he sank his hard cock back into my used hole. The two sensations shot through my body and I moaned uncontrollably. "See? Just like a girl." He pressed the buzzing dildo hard against my cock and continued to pound my hole just as hard. "It's your boy-clit. Maybe one day you'll get a real cock like mine. That is, if you're not dead from some disease first." I gave up, defeated. I couldn't tell Michael but the dildo against my cock felt amazing. Despite my soft state I was going to start to drip pre-cum soon if he kept it up. "You do it faggot," he said, handing me the toy. "I'm here to get off and maybe get you knocked up, not to rub your clit." I took the toy, and pressed it against my cock. As I rubbed it against my shaft and my balls, I was leaking pre-cum. "Yeah, faggot. You're getting all wet, aren't you? I can feel your dirty little cunt getting all moist. You wanna get knocked up, don't you?" "Please, Sir, I want it. Please, seed my cunt, Sir." I was thinking exactly the way that Michael wanted me to think. I was playing with my boy-clit while he was deep-fucking my cunt. I knew it wasn't what I wanted but he had gotten me into the headspace. "Fucking nasty faggot. Begging me to kill him," Michael said. "Your little boyfriend tell you all about my toxic seed?" "No Sir, he didn't." Nathan had told me nothing about the men, other than all of them were poz and some of them would want to party. With my free hand, I grabbed the poppers and did another hit. Michael smiled and waited for the poppers to hit me. "Fucking full-blown AIDS, faggot. I'm fucking AIDS cum into your dirty little cunt." As he said it, he slammed his cock into me particularly hard. I yelped a bit, not expecting the sudden forcefulness. "Right on, homo. When you start to hurt, that's when I start to have fun." He slammed into me again, the rubber tearing against my tender skin. I winced and took another hit from the bottle. "Are you on meds, Sir?" I asked, as I put the bottle back down. "Hell no. I'm not going to kill my beautiful virus. I want to pass it on, to good little fags like you." "How did you get it, Sir?" I continued. I wasn't sure if it was an appropriate question for Michael. He was guarded about certain parts of his life, even if it was masked by his arrogance. Before I could think about it much more, he slapped my face hard. The gloved hand was harsh against my skin. "Uppity cunt," he said. "But, to answer your question, fucking too many filthy faggot holes. Holes just like yours, cesspools of disease and depravity." He slammed his cock in again, hard, and I let go another with yelp of pain. He rubbed a gloved hand against my face where he had just slapped me. "Too much, homo?" he asked me. I was surprised he'd even ask me. It was out of character for him to offer me this kind of attention. "A bit, yes Sir." "Ahh. That's too bad. At least for you. Because it's hardly enough for me. And I need to get off." He grabbed my legs, and even though I was impaled on his cock, he managed to flip me over onto my knees. "Much better. I don't have to look at your face anymore, cocksucker. And I can fuck you even harder." He grabbed my hips with both hands, and pulled me back onto his cock. I grunted, and pressed the vibrator harder against my cock. "You're gonna get my virus, faggot. And you're going to beg for it, like the cockholster you are." "Please, Sir. Give it to me." If I begged like he asked, maybe he'd cum faster. "Fuck yeah, fuckhole. That's all that you're good for. Pleasuring a real man's cock. Taking my dirty dicksnot. Only reason you're here, faggot, and nothing else." Michael took a hand off my waist and rested it on my shoulder. He pressed down, forcing my face into the bed. "Take it, fuckhole. Take my hard, infected cock deep in your filthy hole." I hated that he was treating me like this; I was just a receptacle for his cock and his sperm. Before I could dwell on it too much, he thrust hard into my hole again, and I had to do my best to stifle the grunt of pain. "Quiet, faggot," he said. "Good cum buckets take what they are given. And you're a good cum bucket, aren't you?" "Yes Sir," I said, forced to speak into the bed. "Right on, faggot," he said. "You want to be just another cum bucket, don't you? Just like all your faggot friends?" "Yes Sir," I said again. I wanted another load of sperm fucked into my hole. If it required being just a tube for Michael, well, I was trying to convince myself that I wanted what Michael was telling me I should want. "Please, make me your cum hole." "Right on, faggot. Took you a while, but you're finally learning what you are," he said. He gave me another hard thrust and again, I yelped in pain. I had never bottomed for a top with a condom. Until now, the few times I had been a bottom, it had been for raw tops. I hadn't realized how much a condom could hurt the bottom. No matter what happened next, I made a silent vow that I'd never make a bottom take a covered cock again. "You ready for my load, hole?" "Of course Sir, I am. It's what I am here for." My ass had been rubbed raw from his pounding. I was needy, already craving another round of lubrication, even from a man like Michael. "Of course you are. Come on hole. What's your name again?” "Jason, Sir." Was I so unimportant to him that he had already forgotten my name? "No, Hole, that's not your name. Tell me your name, Hole." He emphasized "hole," and I knew what was expected of me. "Hole, Sir. I'm just here for your pleasure, just a cum hole for your pleasure. Something for you to fuck your load into." "Fucking right, cum hole. Going to blast a load of full-blown AIDS cum into you, slap a hazardous waste sticker on your ass, and forget you ever existed. At least until I'm horny again and need another dirty cumhole to unload in." He was pounding my ass hard now. Even though he was the smallest cock I had taken that afternoon, the rubber made it the most intense and painful fuck. I must have been grunting in pain, because Michael picked up on my discomfort. "Hurts, doesn't it, hole? And the rubber isn't even protecting you one bit. At least it protects me from what ever else you've picked up. But you know the irony of all this, Hole?" "No Sir," I said. His cock was still pistoning in and out of me, the rubber still tearing at my guts. "No matter how much cum you take from me, you won't ever be more than just a faggot cum dump for us real men. Toss me the poppers, faggot." I handed him the small brown bottle. "Time to inject you with something real. Get you filled with AIDS, hole. You ready to die?" "Please, Sir, Fill your hole with your poz cum," I moaned. Michael pulled all the way out. "No hole, it's not poz cum you're gonna get. What is it?" Suddenly empty, I realized how much succor I had derived from his cock, even as painful and unpleasant as it had been. I needed it back in me. I didn't know what he wanted me to say, either, which meant I wasn't going to get his tool either. "What am I going to give you, hole?" "AIDS, Sir," I said. "Fill me up with your AIDS jizz." It was the right answer; he forced his cock back into my ass, the rubber tearing up my ass even more. It felt like I was bleeding, it hurt so badly. This would feel so much better, be so much easier to take if there was just some additional lubrication. If the only alternative for me was his toxic AIDS cum, well, the entire point of this evening was to get as many different guys' sperm into my body as I could. "Of course I am, hole. That's all you're here for. To take a true man's sperm up your faggot cunt." He slapped me hard on the ass and slammed his cock deep inside me. "Too bad the best holes become contaminated. They all seem to die so quickly." "You like my hole, Sir?" I asked. I barely thought before I said it and immediately regretted it. I had been fighting to keep my identity as a person, not just something little more than a hole for his pleasure. My short utterance made it that much harder for me to think of myself as human. "It's just ok. A bit loose and sloppy, but still fuckable." Michael paused for a moment and inhaled from the bottle of poppers. "It's not a bad hole. You'll probably get a few guys wanting to fuck you. I'd probably fuck you again" He exhaled the hit, and paused while it took effect. "Getting close, here, hole. Ready for the kill shot?" "Yes, Sir. I want your seed." He handed me the poppers. He didn't need to tell me to do a hit. I held the bottle under my nose and inhaled. As the warm feeling of the popper high suffused my body, I expected my mind to start flying, chasing fleeting thoughts in a confused jumble of sex. Instead, I was totally focused on the hard cock sliding in and out of my abused hole. It was getting hard and was ready to shoot. I wondered if Michael's load would feel different. He had said several times that he wasn't just HIV-positive, but had full-blown AIDS. Michael didn't look particularly sick, but I had never seen him in good light. As his deadly cock pressed into me, getting ever closer to injecting its toxic payload, I wondered again if getting infected was really what I wanted. "Fuck yeah, hole. Gonna breed that faggot hole good. Get my hole all knocked up, watch this cum dump get all sick," Michael was muttering. I got scared. Now, for the first time, I didn't want to go through with the inevitable breeding. With Nathan, the sex was great and sharing his sperm at the end was a way to say how much I cared for him, and how much he cared for me. But with Michael, breeding was a way for him to get out his last bits of anger and establish his dominance. I tried to convince myself that it was his fear that was destroying his body, not the virus, but it was a difficult truth to believe. Maybe, hopefully, it was not the disease that was causing his anger; it sometimes affected the brain. "You ready hole?" he said, his cock hard and thick, deep in my hole. "Ready for my AIDS juice?" "Please, Sir, I'm not sure anymore." He shoved his cock hard into my hole. Tears came to my eyes from the intensity of the pounding. Finally, everything was too much: the fucking was too hard, the scene was too dehumanizing, and I no longer knew what I wanted. I gave up, losing all control over my emotions, and started to cry. He showed no mercy at all, not even indicating that he noticing the tears streaming down my face or my sobs. He continued to fuck my hole without slowing down; he may have even sped up when the tears started. "Please, Sir?" "Too late for you, cumhole," he said through clenched teeth. His cock thrust into me again and again, and it pulsed deep inside my body. He was cumming. Each drop of his deadly cock fluid spurted from his dick, flowing through the broken rubber, and straight into my body. Nothing was protecting me from him. "You're getting totally fucked now." My choices were final and there was no turning back. I had no idea of any other way to cope, so I took another hit from the poppers. The vapors went straight to my head; I was grateful for that. It made it easier to withstand Michael's assault on my ass and his injection of his deadly cum. "Please, Sir. Please," I murmured, through my tears. I was no longer sure if I was begging him to stop, to put me out of my misery, or to fuck me harder like a true cumhole deserved. It didn't matter; I was too confused and too beaten down to know or even care. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and cry. I wanted to run far away from here, before Nathan could see me like this, just a little faggot boy, in over his head and having second thoughts far too late to make any difference at all. "Fuck, that was good, cumhole. I needed that. Get to flush out all the virus from my balls and shoot right into your warm, raw, filthy fuckhole." He gave a few more thrusts into my hole and made sure that every drop of his seed was deep in me. Then he pulled out, the condom rubbing once more painfully against my tender flesh. "One last thing to make it complete, fucktoy," he said, giving me another hard slap on the ass with his gloved hand. I was still silently sobbing into the bed. The fuck session wasn't over yet, but I no longer cared. Michael reached into his bag, and pulled something out. "This might be a be icy. But your hot little hole should melt it soon enough. One last gift for you: a devil's dick made from my AIDS spooge. And maybe a special little something hidden in the middle for you." He paused for a moment. "Or maybe a big something. Had forgotten about this one." I had never heard of a Devil's Dick before. Before I could ask, there was a cold pressure against my hole and then an ice cube pressed into me. I gasped, but didn't, or couldn't, protest. Michael pushed it deeper in my hole. He then ran his gloved finger around my ass, getting it to close up around the icy thing that was now slowly melting within me. "There you go, cum bucket. Most of that's my spooge. But I think I've mixed a contribution from a few random guys in there as well. Not to mention that big chunk of tina right in the middle." The violation of my body was now complete. He had put his cock in my mouth and in my ass, gotten me high off the glass pipe, and was now leaving my hole filled with strangers' sperm and some more tina. I choked a bit on my tears and said what I knew I had to say. "Thank you, Sir." "Right on, faggot. Stay healthy," he said, laughing. "Well, try to stay healthy." He pulled on his clothes quickly as I stayed on the bed. Before he left, he slapped my ass one last time and stuck a sticker on it. He slammed the door behind him, finally leaving me alone, a huge load of his sperm in my ass and another hunk of crystal slowly seeping into my body. Once I heard him walk out the door and down the hallway, I got up far enough to peel the sticker off of my butt. Even in the dim light, it was easy to read. In the center was a big biohazard symbol and around the outside, text that read "WARNING: Medical Waste. Handle with Care." I wadded it up and threw it into a corner. Back on the bed, I grabbed a pillow and curled up. I thought the pillow might comfort me, but it was only a piece of fabric. I lay there, my tears still flowing, the silence of the room only interrupted by my sobs.