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His name is Aiden and he just turned 18. Becoming 18 was very special for this blond hot twink, because now he could finally go visit the nearest gay sex sauna. He was having dreams about it since a slightly older friend told him about it when he was 17. Aiden wasn't unexperienced with sex anymore so he had a hard-on by only thinking how many 'naked' boys and men he would see. He waited until this weekend because today the entrance was free for boys under 23, and he was hoping that lots of them would come. The location was only 6 tramstops from his house so with 20 minutes he was entering 'his dream'. A guy behind the counter greeted him and supplied him with everything he needed and even supplied him with some explanation before leading him to the locker room. Aiden stripped naked as fast as he could showing his athletic body 6-pack and a big hard cock. He put his stuff in his locker and put a towel around his waist. When he walked into the sauna area he could see some boys and man standing around. He looked around and saw one off the hottest guys he had ever seen: around 20 y/o, dark hair and a ripped muscular tanned body. Their eyes locked and before he knew it the boy came up to him and said 'You are hot! follow me'. Still dazed he grab his hand and of they went to the cabin area. The boy openend the door and let Aiden in. When the door closed Aiden heard a dark voice saying 'Hello boys'. Aiden saw a beautiful muscular black guy from around 35 y/o lying on the bad. He stuttered 'H..el..l..o' back. 'This is my daddy' the other boy said. 'YOUR DAD?' Aiden replied. 'No! My daddy...' said the boy and explained what this means. Aiden listened to the boy. 'My name is Marco and before i can go off with a boy i like i have to show him to daddy'. 'Okay! and am i allright' Aiden answered. 'I have to inspect you first' daddy said. After saying this Marco yanked off Aiden's towel with one fast hand movement and pushed him closer to daddy while whispering 'Relax.... You'll love this'. With one swoop daddies muscular arm grabbed him and tossed him on the bed. Marco climbed on the bed and placed him behind Aiden started to massage his neck. Aiden froze and didn't know what would happen next. Daddy was looking very pleased at Aiden and complimented him on his young hot body. Aiden replied by saying that he also liked the bodies daddy and Marco had. 'I get hard on compliments like that' daddy said and then removing his towel. A 27cm (10 and a half inches) long black cock emerged. 'Lick it' Marco said while pushing Aiden forward. Mesmerised by this huge cock he grab it and started licking. Then he felt Marco's tongue licking his ass. Shivers went down his spine. 'Put it in your mouth' daddy said. Aiden openend wide and started sucking on the head of the thick black cock. Marco slowly put a wet finger inside Aiden's ass. After removing the finger he quickly grab a bag put his finger in and emerged with a finger coated with ice-like crystals. With one movement he drove the finger into Aiden wet hole. Aiden wanted to scream but at that very moment daddy grab his head with two hands and drove his cock deeper in his throat. Aiden felt his arse burning and his throat closing so. Gasping for air he felt a warm sensation going through his body. It made him relax and his throat openend up and he could breath through his nose. 'Yeah! i feel him relaxing. Load his ass up with more Tina' daddy said to Marco. Aiden was feeling so horny that he was sucking on the big black cock and the drool started running out of his mouth making the cock slippery wet. 'Have you ever had something this big in your ass boy?' daddy asked. Aiden shook his head. 'Wanna feel it?'. Aiden took the cock out of his mouth and high on meth said 'Ohw yes please'. 'Then sit on it and see how far you can shove it in your ass' daddy replied. Aiden stood up and lowered him self on the cock while Marco was guiding it in place. Aiden could feel the head of the cock pressing against his hole. Marco stood up and put a bottle under Aiden's nose. 'Inhale deep thru your nose' Marco whispers . After 4 deep inhales Marco started pushing on Aiden's shoulders; Aiden was forced harder an the big dick and in less then a second the ass openend up and Aiden ass accepted the full length of the cock. Aiden unable to scream only gasped. His body started pulsating. Daddy could feel his dick being squeezed as if his cock got milked. Before he knew it he started to cum uncontrolled deep inside Aidens ass.... To be continued!

There are several colleges where I live, and there are several sex parties each year for those under 25. The hosts check ID to make sure the attendees are under 25. I've heard of guys who were over 25 who were rejected, but never a guy who was under 25. Most of the guys who attend, particularly in the months of August and September, are new to the area, or are from small towns, so they are much as I was when I first went five years ago. Before I converted poz I would bottom all the time but since conversion I've found the role of top is more fun. Anyhow, in August I went to the party. My plan to find a guy who was fresh and man did I. When I first saw him standing in the corner wearing only his tighty whiteys he looked so out of place. He was about my height, 5'7", like me, he was slender, and I should add his cock was rock hard he couldn't pretend otherwise. I approached him and wordlessly led him by the hand to a small back room, where I chatted away, if only to set him at ease. And I hit the jackpot. With very little pressure he acknowledged he had never attended a sex party before this one, so I went down on my knees, pulled his tighty whites down. His rock hard dick jumped out, so I went down on him. He was in heaven and it took me only a few minutes to get him to blow a river of cum. I swallowed as much as I could, but I also deliberately saved some of his cum, using it as lube for the tightest hole I have ever explored. In fact I spat some of his load into his hole, just to add to the pleasure. His moans were a big turn-on and I told him as much, saying "I've gotta fuck your ass, man." "You've gotta use a condom," he replied. "Okay," I replied, "I brought some, just in case." What he didn't know, of course, is that my condoms were 'special' to my liking. I made a show of extracting a condom from my pocket and sliding it down my cock. He watched with attention, and manfully accommodated me when I began the assault on his ass. There was no doubt his hole was the tightest my dick had ever been in. It felt amazing. He was in some pain, but got use to it surprisingly quickly. I pounded for several minutes, and when I could tell the time was right I withdrew from his ass and smiled: the condom was shredded, but he didn't know that, so Hell NO, I wasn't going to stop. His hole was fully opened and needed a good load - which I promptly gave him. Then, just as quickly, I withdrew, removed the condom and discarded it, giving his hole a gentle massage just to blend my cum in with my spit and his ass juices. Then I thanked and kissed him, and went back down on him to pull another load out of his balls. After he blew I positioned him on his stomach, again made a show of pulling on a condom,and got back into his hole. He was no longer a virgin and he was really into getting fucked, so I power-fucked him as hard and as fast as I could, and wouldn't you know it? Again the condom broke. But not to worry. I had shot my second load into his hole. When I cleaned myself up I saw some traces of blood on my dick. Hmmm, maybe he would convert with just one fucking. The doctor said my viral load was 600,000. Let's hope he becomes a new member of the BBBH.

Part 3 My softening cock slipped out of my friends ass as we smoked another bowl and my horniness grew. My friend asked me if I wanted more cock and ass to which he knew the answer. He told me he knew a pace where I could get all the cock and ass I wanted. We dressed and headed to his car. He drove to a warehouse that had all the windows bricked up and a red light over the entrance. We went in and the guy behind the counter asked for my ID, apparently he already knew my friend. My friends payed for me and we went to a private room where we stripped down and smoked a little more before he offered me something that he said would get me hornier than I had ever been in my life. I was already horny and curious and consented without knowing the details. He pulled syringe from his bag. He said all I needed to do was lay back and relax as he worked a belt on my left bicep. The dominant look in his eyes had me lay still as I felt the coolness of the alcohol on my arm followed by a slight prick of the needle. I was mesmarized as I watched him pull the plunger back to get a small flash of blood before he started to empty the contents into my vein. He told me I will feel a need to cough and probably will cough hard while my heart will beat faster and the room will feel warmer. Once he loosened the belt on my arm I felt a warmth in my chest followed by a need to cough. I coughed out 4, 5 times as my friend apparently did his own shot. I was surprised at how horny I had become but was even more surprised at how soft my cock was now. My friend was drastically different, his cock was rock hard and I had noticed but he opened the door to our room as he climbed between my legs and thrust the full length of his 8” cock into my hungry hole. I wanted his cock, I wanted any and every cock I could get and he was giving me a fucking I needed. I moaned and begged to be fucked as he set about to pound my hole. I took a cue from when I fucked him and began to work my ass for his load. He wasn’t one to disappoint when he finally flooded me with his seed. He kept churning his load inside me as we both looked at the crowd that gathered at the door. He asked me if I wanted more cock although he already knew the answer. He told the crowd to come on in and take a ride in the ass he just bred. I recognized some of the guys I had seen on campus. As each guy took a turn fucking and seeding me I thought I recognized a guy in the distance. I was distracted as my friend began to prepare my arm for another shot. I was watching my friend work the belt on my arm as the mysterious figure slipped his nice size cock into me. As I felt the stick of the needle I looked up to see my roommate was the guy about to fuck me when I felt the strong cough. My roommate kissed me and told me that he heard there was going to be new meat at the baths but never thought it would be me. He then began to fuck me and asked if I really wanted his load inside me. All I could muster between saying ‘holy fuck’ was fuck me and breed me please. My roommate buried his cock deep inside my hole and held it there before bringing his face close to mine asking if I really wanted him to impregnate me with his HIV charged load? The drugs had my brain all fucked up, I could only answer with a loud yes, yes, fuck me full of your HIV charged load, knock me up! My roommate wasn’t one to disappoint me as he fucked my brains out and not only dropped one load in my ass. By the time his cock began to soften he had dropped 3 loads inside my well used ass. He kissed me as another guy took his place. He laid down next to me and let me know the weekends where he went away with his boyfriend he was spending at the baths. He could hardly wait until we were back in our room.

Bi-the way…… I have always considered myself tolerant of guys who were not like me, straight, especially when one of my best friends came out to me my senior year in high school. We had been planning to room together in college and his news didn’t change my mind. In fact I was somewhat intrigued at the thought of having a gay roommate. We never did anything with each other and had our own friends. One of my other friend said he knew two roommates who were bisexual, and he thought they would go out with us and we’d have a good time. They were very sexual and it would be easy to score some college pussy off these girls. We planned an easy evening and ended up in the girls' one bedroom apartment off campus (It was apparent the girls slept together all the time.) We were drinking all night long when one of the girls pulled out a strange glass pipe and began smoking some strange white crystal. The girls remarked the crystal really got them horny with the intense desire to be fucked. At first I was reluctant to indulge, but my friend lit up and exhaled a big white cloud, handed me the pipe and torch, grunting I’d love the feeling of fucking on this shit. I decided 'what the hell', lit the pipe and took in a big hit. After that we got down to business. We were all kissing and peeling off our clothing as the first hit affected me in a positive way. We all kept smoking as we kissed, licked, sucked and eventually fucked. Both girls were hot and my bud and I took turns fucking each girl. Then something strange happened. I was eating one of the girls out when I started getting the best blow job of my life. As I paused in eating the pussy, the second girl kissed me, leaving me wondering in my drugged-up mind, who's hot mouth was on my hard cock. You guessed it: looking down I saw my buddy sucking my cock. "What the fuck?" I exclaimed. "Oh, I didn't tell you - I'm also bisexual," he remarked and then went back to servicing my my cock. One of the girls urged me to take another hit from the pipe. One hit turned into five big hits. While my buddy sucked my cock one of the girls began to lick my ass. This was also a new sensation for me and it drove me crazy. I quickly shot my load down my buddy’s throat as the girl kept sticking her tongue deep inside my hole. I zoned-out in pleasure, and when I began to resurface, I found my buddy was crouched between my legs, face to face with me. Looking into my eyes he asked "Enjoying yourself?" "Hell, yeah," I groaned in replied, whereupon I received my first man to man kiss. His hard cock was also prodding my soaked hole. For some strange reason I can’t explain I let him continue and the tip of his hard cock penetrated my virgin ass. There was a noticeable pain as he started to breach my hole. He seemed to know I was in some discomfort as he broke our kiss instructing me "Breathe in deep, breathe with my cock," adding "Give this a minute or so - I'll stop if you want, but within a couple of minutes I would think you'll be begging for me to fuck you." As he anticipated, gradually my ass relaxed and my buddy was able to slide his entire eight inch rock hard cock deep into my (formerly) tight ass. When he reached full depth he began to slowly rock in and out as he gave me another kiss. This time I let his tongue enter my mouth. While his kiss had me slightly distracted he began to slowly pull out and slide back in. While he began to slowly fuck me, the girls were making out and 69’ing eating each other’s pussies. I’m not sure when it happened but my friend stroked my hard cock telling me "It looks like you are really enjoying being fucked." He wasn’t kidding, as he fucked me all I could do was moan and grunt my approval. I then surprised myself when I asked him to fuck me, fuck me hard. I heard his breathing change as his cock grew harder deep in my hole. I knew what was about to happen but didn’t try to stop it as he grunted out and I felt his cock spasm inside me.

Hi there. Just telling my story about getting pozzed. My fuck friend invited me to join him on his trip to a party for members who are already poz. Six times a year they have their parties, and each time approximately a hundred guys get together and have fun with each other, all walking around the room, fucking bare or getting fucked bare, no questions asked. I got the gift there, just laying in a sling in a darkroom waiting until the next man came into the room. That night I received ten loads in my ass. The act of being fucked so much, and knowing poz guys were breeding me, made me fucking horny Have fun guys. xxxx

Part 2 I avoided my friend for a few days after that night until the weekend my roommate went away with his boyfriend. I was lying in bed with my morning wood when there was a knock at the door. I opened the door without even asking who was there. It was my friend from the other night all by himself with me standing there only in a pair of boxers and my morning wood pointing his way. For some strange reason I didn’t go soft but seemed to grow harder as thoughts of that night from the previous weekend seemed to flow through my mind. My friend reached down and grabbed my hard cock letting me know that he was glad to see that I was excited to see him. A slight moan escaped through my lips as he walked in telling me to shut the door. He had his ‘pipe’ with him and I needed no coaxing to smoke with him. Soon enough we were feeling really good as we kissed. He said I had a couple more lessons and he was my private tutor. I wasn’t sure what he meant until he pushed my head into his crotch telling me it was time to learn to suck dick. The drugs had me going as I opened my mouth and he slid his 8” cock inside. He coached me about breathing through my nose as I attempted to do the best I could at sucking him. Of course through all this I found my own cock hard and throbbing. He whispered to me that if I gave him a good blow job he’d let me fuck him as he fucked me the week before. The idea of experiencing what it would be like to fuck a guy and compare that t fucking a chick. I did my best to work his rod with my mouth and tongue. My bud began to run his hands through my hair as I heard his breathing begin to quicken and his cock seemed to grow harder in my mouth. I knew he was going to blow his load and wasn’t sure I was ready to swallow another guys sperm until he said fuck yeah, you know you want to swallow my cum, yeah bro suck my cock, eat my cum. He then fired into my mouth as I was shocked at first until I got a really good taste of his spunk. It was kind of sweet with a slight salty taste, tangy in a way. I then hungrily sucked for all I could get out of his cock. When he pulled his softening cock from my hungry mouth I looked up at him and knew it was time to fuck him. We hit the pipe a few more times and he taught me how to shotgun the smoke to each other before laying back, grabbing some lube and greasing up my hard cock and his hole. He guided me between his legs as I needed no help guiding my cock to his hungry hole. He urged me to sink in balls deep in a single thrust. The look in his eyes was pure lust as he urged me to fuck him and breed his ass. His ass was nice, warm and tighter than any pussy I ever fucked. He knew what I was thinking as he urged me on telling me to enjoy my first ass. I could feel him work his ass muscles, making note to do the same the next time he was to fuck me……..OH MY GOD! DID I REALLY WANT TO GET FUCKED AGAIN?? Between the warmth, the tightness and how he worked his ass it didn’t take long before I was really pounding his hole and getting close to cumming. He told me to breed his ass just before kissed me, That’s when I felt a strong orgasm start and I flooded his ass with my load.

I'd always been a pretty straight laced guy. At the age of 30, I'd done my share of partying, but had never lost my head. I'd been safe, responsible. I was proud to reach 30 without ever contracting an STD. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't a stiff. I'd experimented with drugs (weed, coke, Tina, g, e) but nothing too major. And I drank. Man, could I toss back the booze! On the particular February night this story takes place, I'd done just that. One drink at eight had turned into multiple drinks at different bars. I'm a fairly decent looking guy, so I've always been able to flirt at least a shot out of a bartender. By the time I stumbled into my apartment, it was 3:00 A.M. and I was trashed. So, I did what any drunk horny homo does: I got online. Usually, I dirty chat until I pass out but, tonight was different. Almost immediately I saw someone I knew: Justin. Justin was a very hot guy I'd fooled around with a couple of times and then lost track of - the way you can with tricks. He had a huge cock, but was always kind of boring in bed. He was pretty vanilla and never had the throw-down that I wanted. So, you can imagine my shock when he typed "Come over. I'm going to slam for the first time and I want you here." Now, I'd never slammed before, in fact I rarely did Tina. I didn't like the fact that I had difficulty getting hard and cumming when I partied. But, to watch a friend get slammed and party who I didn't know particularly well intrigued me. My rising cock sealed the deal. I was out the door and on the way to his house within five minutes. When I got there, the door man buzzed me into the building without even checking with him. I guess I was expected. I got on the elevator and I thought, I'm not going to party even if there's smoking. I'm going to watch him get slammed, see how slutty he gets, and jack off. That's all. This plan was confirmed when the door was opened not by Justin, but by someone else, who introduced himself saying "Hi, I'm Mark." "Hi Mark. Where's Justin?" "Oh, he's in the bathroom getting ready. Come in." Mark had answered the door shirtless and as i looked at his face and body all I could think was, Mark is poz, probably with a high viral load. He had defined muscles, but the were very pale with veins prominent everywhere. When he shook my hand, I noticed his nails were really long and looked kind of sharp, which was weird. Well, I thought, I'm definitely not partying. Do not want to loose my inhibitions with this guy. I walked into the apartment and found Justin getting out of the shower. "Hey, bro!" he said. "Glad you can make it! I really want someone here I can trust." His body was just as amazing as I remembered. t was hard not to stare, he was so beautiful. His dick, even soft, hung longer than my dick when hard. "No worries. The idea gets me hard, man! Watching you get chemmed!" "It does?" He reached out and felt my rising cock in my jeans. "Fuck yeah, dude. I didn't even know you partied!" "Only on occasion. In fact, I'm taking a hiatus to Tina for awhile, and want to end it with a bang." He started unzipping my jeans. I grabbed him and kissed him hard. "Let's get you fucked up, man!" We went into his bedroom. Mark had laid out three full needles in a tray. "Oh, Mark" I said, "Just in case one of those is for me, I can't tonight. I have work early and can't get fucked up - I'll watch you, 'tho." "Really?" he asked, "cause your dick seems to say otherwise" as he extracted my now hard cock out of my boxers. "I know, man. I wish I could, but really, I have to be responsible tonight." "It's cool. I understand." Justin sat down on a chair, worked a belt around his arm and started pumping his fist. His cock looked like it wanted action, so I started stroking it. "Yeah, Ryan!" he moaned. "Keep doing that. I need a distraction if I'm gonna do this." I knelt down and started sucking his now hard cock. It was so big, I had to concentrate to get it in my throat. "Just keep thinking about him, bro, and enjoy it!" Mark said. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mark prepare a point, and ever so slowly he inserted it into one of Justin's now prominent veins. I knew Justin was hit - he sucked in his breath, held it, and coughed. This had the mark of a good session. Mark undid the belt and pushed Justin's newly pointed arm up over his head. I sucked his cock down to the pubes and forced myself to hold steady, notwithstanding I really was on the verge of gagging. While I was not interested in any chem involvement, I was very interested in satisfying my slutty tendencies by pleasuring myself (and Justin). Justin leaned back, head against the wall, arm resting on his head. All he said was "Oh, fuck!" "You sure you don't want one?" Mark leaned in and asked me. I shook my head no, Justin's cock still in my mouth. Then, quite abruptly, Justin pushed my head off his cock and stood up, swaying a little. I got to my feet and moved to balance him. "You okay, bro?" "I need to go to the bathroom" as he stumbled into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. "How much did you give him?" I asked Mark. "Not much. Certainly not enough that he should have a bad reaction." "I'll go check on him." I walked to the bathroom door and I knocked. "Justin? You okay?" The door opened and Justin gestured me in. "I'm fine" he said. "More than fine." He grabbed me and pushed me up against the door, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I was stunned. Justin had never been aggressive before, but this new behavior was what I wanted. I moaned my approval of the animal the slam had brought-out in him. "I was just pretending" he whispered, continuing "I just met that guy online and, between you and me, I think he's poz." "I thought so, too" I replied quietly. "I think he might be full blown." "Really? Fuck. That crossed my mind. That's why I did this. Go out there and tell him I'm sick. I'll come out in a minute and tell him I just need to go to bed, that I got too much T. Then, you tell him you'll stay to make sure I'm okay. After he's gone, we'll fuck like sluts!" He shoved his tongue into my mouth again, grinding his dripping cock into my crotch. Pulling back, he grabbed my shoulders and flipped me around, bending me over the sink. Pushing my head into the mirror, he ground his cock into my ass crack, which, I thought, was a whole lot more interesting than if I blew him and simultaneously jacked-off. Just as long as I didn't party. Roughly pulling my head back up, he whispered "Get out there, bitch - and get rid of him." Pushing my cock back into my jeans, I zipped up and left the bathroom to find Mark was sitting on the bed. "Everything okay?" he asked. "Naw, man. He must be a light weight. He's really sick. It was kind of gross." "Fuck. Does he need to go to the hospital?" Before I had to come-up with a reply, the bathroom door opened and Justin stumbled over towards us, and unsteadily moved to crash on the bed, only to slide off the edge of the mattress and end-up sitting on his ass at the foot of the bed. Damn, he's good, I thought. For a second even I was convinced by his act. "I'm so sorry, Mark, I've gotta crash" said Justin as I moved to help him onto his bed. "It's okay. It happens - even to those with experience. It's just a matter of chemistry." I felt a little guilty, doing this to Mark. He seemed like an okay guy, especially for a dealer. And as for his supplies, well, at least some were now wasted. But, at the same time, I needed to feel Justin touch me again like he had in the bathroom. I liked his aggression and was happy to play along if I got a good fucking out of him. "I think I need to rest. Ryan?" Justin weakly asked. "Yeah?" "Will you stay in case I get sick again?" "Sure." "I think I should go," Mark said as he started to put his shirt back on. As he turned from me, I saw a bio-hazard tattoo on the small of his back. Yep, definitely a good thing he was leaving. "Sorry, Mark" Justin continued. I could not get over what a good actor he was. I almost believed he was sick. "I'll talk later." "No problem, really. Don't get up. Rest." "I'll walk you out," I offered. When we reached the door Mark turned to me saying "Glad you're here to watch him." "Yeah, it's no trouble" I said, thinking about how I hoped to be taken care of as soon as he was gone. "If you need anything, or if you want to party sometime, here's my card." He slid his card into my front pocket, letting his hand slide down and then up my hard on. "Thanks, Mark. I might take you up on that." He smiled and walked down the hall. I closed the door, waited a second, locked it, and rushed back to the bedroom. Justin had put on some porn and was standing up, stroking his eight inch cock. "Damn, I thought he'd never leave!" he said. "Come here, boy." Eagerly, I walked up to him. He grabbed me, and planted another intense kiss on my mouth. "Strip!" Without thinking, I dropped my trousers and pulled my shirt off over my head while I kicked off my shoes. "Faster, bitch" Justin said, lightly slapping my face. Damn! Dominate too? This had all the markings of a hot session, particularly as both times Justin and I had had sex, I'd fucked him and our experiences had been very vanilla. This was a whole new side of him, a dimension I liked - a lot. I stepped out of my boxers and stood before him naked, as I reached for cock, only to have him slap my hand away. "Did I say you could touch me, faggot?" he (almost) snarled. "No." "No, what, bitch?" "No sir!" "That's right! Are you going to do what I say?" "Yes sir!" "Everything I say?" "Yes sir!" "You better, faggot, or I will punish you. Believe me!" My hard cock was dripping pre-cum. This was exactly the kind of scene about which I'd fantasized, but hadn't had the guts to actually investigate. I knew I would do anything he said, no question. I felt the part of my brain that made rational choices slowly disappearing. "On your knees, bitch!" I quickly sank to my knees, opening my mouth and moving towards the beautiful cock I was prepared to worship. Justin slapped my face away. "Did I say suck it, faggot? Huh?" "No sir." "Did I even say open your mouth?" "No sir!" "If you can't obey, boy, I'll tie you down and make you obey." Th thought made my cock (and asshole) twitch. Would I let Justin tie me up? I'd never been tied up before. The copious stream of pre-cum seeping down my shaft and onto my balls told me all I needed to know. "Now, stand up." I did as I was told. Although I suspected it might get get me in trouble, I couldn't resist taking scooping up and tasting some of my pre-cum. Fuck! I love the taste of cum! Justin let me suck my finger dry before the punishment came. "Stupid faggot!" he yelled. "Too addicted to cum to listen to simple instructions?" "Yes sir." "Lay down on the bed." I had never tasted Justin's cum. When we fooled around in the past, it had always been very safe. I wondered if I'd get to taste his cum tonight. Now in his dominate, uninhibited, tweaked up state, anything was possible. I wasn't moving fast enough. Slap! Again I was ordered "Lay on the bed, you fucking faggot bitch!" Justin slammed me to the bed. Part of me wondered if his neighbors could hear us, but another part of me couldn't care less. It wasn't my apartment. "Stretch your arms out," he ordered. I did what I was told. Justin pulled ropes out from a night table and tied my hands to the bed posts. Ropes in his nightstand? Had he been planning this all along? Surely not, but what other explanation was there? Had Justin's range of sexual interests changed? For that matter, the question briefly crossed my mind Just how good of an actor was Justin? Had I walked into an elaborate scene he had concocted to get me tied up and helpless? I had come to his apartment thinking I'd be in charge. How wrong my expectations were. In any event, any worries I had melted away with the thought of his amazing cock, and the possibility that I might get to swallow his cum. I wanted to taste him so badly, to feel him shoot his load down my throat. I hoped he'd pull out a little, letting a blast or two land on my tongue so that I could savor it before swallowing it. "I'm going to breed you tonight, boy." Quickly I was pulled out of my fantasy. Breed me? I had never had a bare dick in my ass before, let alone had anyone cum in my hole. I was negative and proud of it. Breed me? This had gone too far. "No, man. No unsafe sex." Justin slapped my face, harder this time. Much harder. I was stunned. "You don't get to say no, boy. In fact, I'm going to make sure you beg for it!" It was then that I heard footsteps coming down the hallway. Shit! Someone else was in the apartment. My heart started to race. I pulled on my ropes, but they were too tight. I couldn't get away. It was then that it finally sank in just how helpless I was. I started screaming. Another slap. "Shut up, bitch!" Just slid his belt over my arm. I was trying to absorb Justin's intentions when I saw Mark who said to Justin "Hold his arm down." But how had he gotten back in? I had seen him walking down the hall and had locked the door. Then I began to understand what was at issue: Mark wasn't merely Justin's dealer. Whatever the relationship between the two, Mark apparently had a copy of the key to Justin's apartment. I'd been played. Justin looked down at me and told said "Have you figured it out yet, bitch? Huh? Mark is my master, the way I will be yours. After tonight you will not only be my slave to do with as I please, when and where I please, but you will also have the glorious gift he has given me." I felt the coolness of an alcohol swab on my arm and felt a needle stick me. Mark was inserting a needle into my arm, he draw a small amount of blood, and then the contents of the needle disappeared into my arm. Before I knew what happened a surge of warmth invaded my arm and quickly moved throughout my entire body. For a second I couldn't breath and then coughed, and again coughed harder. Then the transformation commenced: my mind moved from its normal plane of existence and I found myself to be a new man, a different man. Not a man. A boy. A bitch. A hole. And I needed to be used. I needed to be filled. I heard myself moaning uncontrollably as the slam hit me. Wave after wave of it. I couldn't stop moaning the word Fuck. "See?" Mark said. "I told you this would be good." "Oh my god!" I moaned. "Fuck!" I felt a hunger inside me I'd never felt before. I needed to be fucked and I needed to be fucked now! I wiggled my ass around on the bed. "That's it, you fucking whore! You aren't going to fight me anymore, are you?" I shook my head no, still riding the uncontrollable waves of pleasure the slam had brought me. Why hadn't I done this before? "Even when I want to breed your cunt?" I shook my head again. "Say it, cunt!" "No sir!" "You'll beg for it, won't you slut?" "Oh, god! Yes Sir! Please breed me sir!" "Even when I tell you it's a positive load I'll be dumping in you?" "Yes sir, I want your poz load!" "When my master dumps his load in you, you'll beg then too, won't you, faggot?" "Yes sir, I want all the cum I can get!" "That's right. And you were right, boy. He is toxic. His viral load and cell count make him almost full blown. But, that makes you want it even more, doesn't it, bitch?" But, before I could let the thought really take hold, I smelled something under my nose. A hand held my mouth and one nostril shut, forcing me to inhale deeply from my only open airway. Poppers. English, by the strength. I was flying. I knew I'd let and do anything for these two. Even if they untied me. At this point, I wouldn't leave. "Yes sir!" I responded as the poppers traveled to my other nostril. "Good boy!" My new master said. He grabbed my ankles and pushed them over my head. I felt my neck strain as my body was bent in half. Without lube, without warning, what I'd been craving since the needle left my arm was given to me. I felt the head of his dick push into my hungry asshole. The pain was excruciating. But, it only turned me on more. Mark leaned down to my face, held it towards his, spit in it, and said "You are starting to feel it, aren't you? Pain is becoming pleasure to you, isn't it? That will increase. In time, we will teach you to feel even the most intense, brutal pain as pleasure, but your mind and your cock will scream from more. You will need pain to become aroused. Pleasure, sex, your body, your soul, your life. After tonight, none of it will be the same." Justin's cock was all the way in at this point. He had slowly pushed the full length into me, massaging my prostate. I thought I might shoot my load right then, no touching. But, as quickly as that pleasure and gentleness came, it was gone. Justin pulled all the way out of my ass in one quick move that made me gasp. Nothing happened for a moment. I heard a noise to my side. It sounded as if something was being sprayed. "That's it, slave" Mark whispered. "Feel it." Justin slammed back into me, his full length going in so far, I screamed in pain. A new rag was put in my mouth. There was something on it, a chemical. I could tell right away because it was cold. "Breath that in through your mouth," Mark said. "Deeply." I did what I was told. My head started to spin. Between the Tina, the poppers, and this new cold chemical, I had never felt so overwhelmed. Tears streamed down my face from pain, yet my lust and desire were never stronger. I needed more. I wanted more. I moaned for more. "What do you want, bitch?" Justin asked me, as he continued to power fuck my twisted, bound body. Mark pulled the rag from my mouth. I heard the spray sound again. "Everything, sir!" I cried. "You want to be my boy?" Justin asked. "Yes sir!" I moaned. "You want me to use you? Hurt you?" "Please, sir!" "You want me to own you, cunt?" "Oh, god! Yes, Sir!" "Well, you know what you have to do, don't you?" he asked. In another sudden move, his cock was out of my ass. I felt empty. I expected a sudden power thrust that would send me back to the wonderland where pain was becoming pleasure. But, it didn't come. I got nothing. My ass squirmed, seeking blindly for my master's dick. "Oh no, bitch! Not until you tell me. Do you know what you have to do?" "Yes sir." I said, still squirming. I had never felt this empty inside. "And what is that, boy?" The chemical rag was back in mouth, stronger than before. Mark plugged my nose. I had no choice. I inhaled deeply. He removed the rag. "I have to take your master's cum, sir." "Good boy. And why, faggot?" I felt his hand brush against my gaping asshole. I shivered, wanting it to slip inside, needing anything to fill me, replace what was missing. "Because he will give me the gift, sir." "So you do listen, boy. Very good. And you will take this gift from my master?" "Yes sir." "Knowing that we will not stop using you, abusing you, until we are sure you have the gift?" "Yes sir!” "You have pleased your master and my master with this. You quickly have learned that you are not important, just as I am not important to him and he is not important to his master." "His master?" I asked, excited at the possibility of even more men using me. "Yes. His master: AIDS. He is it's bitch. And, soon, you will be it's bitch, too. But, first, you have to ask for it. You have to want it. Only then will I own you." I didn't think. Beyond want, I knew what I needed. I asked. "Please, sir!" "Please what? You have to say it, bitch!" "Please infect me with AIDS. I need it. I need it inside me. I need to be owned by you, master. Please! I'll do anything!" "That's all you needed to say, boy." I heard some movement on the bed and I wondered what was happening. Even though no one was holding my legs, I still kept them wide in the air, hoping. I didn't have to wait long. I had never been this turned on in my entire 30 years. I wanted everything from these men. I needed it. In the matter of one hour, I had changed from a guy valued his negative status, one who never took risks, a guy who fundamentally wanted a regular relationship into a moaning, pleading, bitch who would do anything to make my master happy, even if it meant taking highly toxic loads in my ass. I didn't care anymore. I just wanted more. I felt the head of a dick brush my hole. I moaned. I was going crazy and they new it. From between my legs, I heard Mark say "You stupid fucking faggot!" He pushed inside me, all the way. I moaned in pleasure. His cock was not nearly as big as Justin's, but it was definitely thicker. Feeling my hole stretch in a new way drove me even wilder. "Oh, god, yes! Fuck me!" "You like that poison cock, bitch?" "Fuck yes, sir! I love it!" Mark pushed two fingers into my ass, along with his cock. I had no idea why, but I knew I loved be filled even more! "There's no turning back now, bitch" I heard Justin say. He had taken Mark's place as the devil whispering in my ear. "Do you know what he's doing to you? He's digging into you with his fingernails. Those long nails of his. They are sharp. There's no way it won't take now!" Knowing that Mark was cutting into me, mixing his precum and soon his cum not just into my asshole but directly into my blood caused a lust in me I can't explain. This was happening. Up until know, it wasn't just talk. It would happen. I trembled. An orgasm greater than I've ever experienced rocked my entire body. I shook and moaned uncontrollably as shot after shot of my cum flew, hitting me in the chest,face, and hair. I could feel cum dripping under my blindfold, starting to burn my eyes. "Holy fuck, boy! You're making me-" Mark began to moan. I realized he still had one hand inside me, scraping and scratching me, while his free hand gripped into my leg. His long fingernails sank into my skin, causing me to moan and convulse in pain and pleasure along with his orgasm. I felt shot after shot of his toxic seed shoot into me. With each shot, I knew I would never be the same. Finally his orgasm subsided. I felt his cock begin to slide out of me. My exhausted legs began to fall back to the bed. "Oh, no you don't, faggot!" he said, slapping me sharply where he'd just wounded me. I knew I'd have marks for a while from his claws. "You keep those legs up, boy! Let that cum and blood flow into your body, becoming apart of you." I imagined his virus slowly moving through different parts of my body, taking over. Soon it would be everywhere throughout my body. "I am apart of you now" Mark said. He stood up and crossed to my head, removing my blindfold. "Look," he ordered. "See what I've done? There's no escaping now." I looked down at his thick cock. It was coated in my blood. "Clean it, faggot. Taste what I've done to you." I had no time to protest before they both grabbed my head and forced Mark's blood-covered cock into my mouth. I gagged. "That's it," he said. That's it." Slowly I started to lick his cock. Leftover cum was still seeping out of his piss slit. My desire took over. I started to suck. The more cum I tasted, the more I wanted it all. "That's it, boy. Become one of us." They continued to roughly push my head into Mark's pubes, but they didn't have to. I had surrendered. The taste of his cum, my blood, and my dirty ass became intoxicating. I wanted it all. When all the flavor was gone, I still continued to suck, hoping for just one more little taste, but, I had gotten it all. Mark pulled his cock out of my mouth and inspected it. "You've pleased me, boy. I think you are ready for the final steps." With that, Justin was back between my legs, forcing his long cock to the hilt. I could feel my hole ripping even more. The pain made me moan, I couldn't take anymore. My orgasm was just as powerful. My drained balls pumped and pumped, but little came out. My dry orgasm rocked my balls with pain as if I'd had blue balls for weeks. This pain caused even more pleasure, making me shake and convulse more. "Do you love it? "Yes" I moaned. "And do you love your master?" "Yes!" "Tell him." I looked right at Justin. Our eyes locked. "I love you, Master." "I love you, too, boy." Justin came, shooting his load into my torn up ass. He fell against my chest, moaning into my chest. I felt his tongue tracing my chest and I'd never felt anything like it. The pleasure was coursing through me along with the virus. Justin raised his head up to mine, his red lips moving towards mine. "Now I own you. You belong to me. I control you. You will never again do anything unless I tell you to, do you understand?" "Yes, Master." Justin kissed me. It was the roughest, most passionate, violent kiss I'd ever experienced. "Cleaning my cock binds the deal. Once you clean the cum, shit, and blood from me, we are bound. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." His cock entered my mouth. I knew what I wanted. All of my lust and longing went into licking and sucking him clean. The taste had the same intoxicating effect, causing my cock to stiffen and drip. As I lay, exhausted, bound to my new masters' bed, I knew that I would never be able to leave, escape, even if I wanted to. I was theirs.

“Suck his dick boy, come on now, get that shit hard, how’s it feel having a dick in your ass for the first time?” Simon says as the BBCs gather around, waiting to use my cherry hole. Uncle Simon wasn’t really my uncle, I just called him that. He was my stepmother’s cousin’s son and several years older than me. After my dad remarried when I was 10, Simon was the only person in that bitch’s family that treated me halfway decent, and I thought he was the coolest shit. He was a semi-truck driver, owned a bunch of muscle cars that he would buy as junkers and then restore, he smoked cigarettes and weed, drank like a fish, swore like a sailor, and was always talking about sex. Simon was a big, rugged fucker and when he paid attention to me I always felt special - whether we were in the house full of the bitch’s family, or just alone in his garage with him showing me how to tear apart an engine. Uncle Simon became my father figure when my own dad stopped, so I trusted him, learned from him, grew up becoming the man he wanted me to be - or so I thought. The first time I stayed at Simon’s house for the weekend was about a month after my dad remarried and it was also when I drank my first beer, hit a joint, and saw a grown man naked and I was entranced. I was reluctant to try to the beer and weed, but he made it a game and laughed and said, “Uncle Simon says…” and whenever he did that, I had to do whatever it was he told me. That became our special game and how Simon got me to do anything he wanted - from drinking to vandalism. So that first weekend, “Uncle Simon says..” was how I got drunk off one beer, high from one hit of a joint, and forever thought the sight of a long, big dick was the most amazing thing in the world. We had spent all day working on an old barn on his farm and when it was time for dinner, Simon got undressed, told me to as well, and then he used the hose outside to shower us off and then chased me around a bit on his lawn. Nothing sexual happened, just good naked fun and that’s how my weekends were with Uncle Simon - fun, mixed with beer, weed, and naked, innocent romps. I was 11 the first time Simon took me for a trip on his semi truck. We went from New England where I grew up to Cincinnati, Ohio, and one of the cereal factories for General Mills. I got see see New York City, hookers at truck stops along with naked truckers, and more of the country than I had ever imagined. Whenever I stayed at Simon’s house I always slept on the couch, but in the truck, I had to sleep next to Simon in the bunk, and that first night, lying beside him was rapture and torture. I felt safe, secure, enjoyed the firmness of his body next to mine, the smell of cigarette smoke that clung to him, the whiff of alcohol on his breath. I also got my first real boner - that was the torture - and I didn’t sleep at all. Uncle Simon made sure I knew everything a young man needed to know - either by teaching me directly like how to fight, or by leaving DVDs for me to watch of things that were more of a ‘personal’ nature, or giving me free reign on his computer to explore the internet as I willed. I was 16 when I moved out of my dad’s house for good and moved in with Uncle Simon. Life at home had become unbearable and frankly abusive and the only time I was happy or felt safe was when I was at Uncle Simon’s. By the time I turned 18 I had my future all planned out. I would move to Uncle Simon’s farm, build my own house down in the back field by the river where we skinny dipped, and work for him on his truck and maybe, just maybe someday, I would have my own truck to drive too. The night of my 18th birthday, Uncle Simon surprised me with a big cake, a bunch of new clothes, and some extra good weed. He then said, “Uncle Simon says swallow this,” as he handed me a round pink pill. I smiled, swallowed, he took one too, popped in his favorite porn DVD, and before I knew it we were both sitting on the couch jacking our dicks. That pill made me feel shit I had never felt before! Like I could fly, and dance, and just warm and fuzzy - and horny as shit and I wanted nothing more than to touch Uncle Simon’s dick. So I did. “You’ve got such a great dick Uncle Simon,” I burted out. He laughed, pushed his hips a little forward to make it thrust out some more as he continued to watch the porn and jack his dick. The next thing I knew I was on my knees, between his legs, with his dick in my mouth as he grunted, “SUCK MY DICK BITCH - SWALLOW MY LOAD.” That was the most amazing thing I had ever tasted and as the last drop of cum hit my tongue, I stood up, turned around, bent forward and pleaded, “Please fuck me Uncle Simon, I want to feel your dick inside me.” The world stopped, the music ended, there was painful silence. I turned back around and Uncle Simon wasn’t smiling any more. He pushed his ashtray towards the end of the couch, stood up, brushed past me, went into his bedroom and slammed the door. What had I done wrong? I thought...I thought...fuck I don’t know what I thought beyond that I loved Uncle Simon and just wanted to please him. Looking back, the next two months were awkward for sure. Uncle Simon was more distant, but at the time I was too busy with the last weeks of school to really notice. We never spoke of my birthday night and while I jerked off thinking about sucking him, Uncle Simon was always too busy, too tired, or too something to really party with me. Graduation came and Uncle Simon told me he had a big surprise for me. I expected he was finally going to give me a car of my own and had been begging for one for a while now, but no, his surprise was that he and I were going to spend the summer running long hauls on his truck back and forth across the country - farther than we had ever gone before. That sounded good to me. Those final few hours in Uncle Simon’s semi felt like old times. We laughed, joked, I smoked, Uncle Simon looked at me in a way that I thought was full of desire and need, and the miles of pavement flew by. We stopped earlier than usual and pulled into a run down motel off the freeway in the shadows of the city skyline of Hartford, Connecticut. We never stayed at hotels, but Uncle Simon waved off my questions and just said he had an old friend stopping by later to catch up. I made several trips to pull our luggage out of the truck, and by the time I was done Uncle Simon was back and loaded up with enough beer and liquor to satisfy an army. As darkness descended, I was feeling good and drunk and high from some top grade weed Uncle Simon had rolled. I didn’t even pay any attention when he repacked his suitcases and stook them back to the truck - maybe I should have. Once night settled Uncle Simon said, “Come on, let’s go hit the bar.” I objected, noting I wasn’t 21. Uncle Simon laughed and said, “They don’t give a fuck, just come on.” I smiled as Uncle Simon wrapped his big muscular arm around my shoulder and guided me through the parking lot, across a median, and down the other side of the street. We stopped in front of a door with a faded sign on it that said ‘LOUNGE’ and another that said ‘CLOSED’. Before he boldly opened the door, Uncle Simon reached into his pant’s pocket, pulled out a baggie that had a couple of pink pills in it, smiled and said, “Uncle Simon says open up and swallow.” Oh My Fucking God! He was going to let me suck him again - or maybe even fuck me - and...and...my brain totally fried right then and there with endless possibilities of what Uncle Simon and I were going to do that night. Yet, in my eagerness to please, I never noticed that as Uncle Simon plopped two of the devil’s pills onto my tongue, he did not take one for himself. I don’t know what I expected as I had never been in a bar before, but I guess the one we walked into met all the marks of a hole-in-a-wall-dive-bar. The light was dim, the air was thick with years of smoke of all kinds, the carpet had holes in it, the place smelled of sweat, piss, puke, and more. Uncle Simon walked up to the bartender, ordered two beers, the bartender smiled at me, licked his lips, grabbed a couple frosted glasses and poured some draft beer. The pills had kicked in, so I gave him my best smile and he chuckled, “Damn, you got some cute dimples on you!” I blushed, looked to Uncle Simon who just nodded and took a long slug of beer before pulling out his cigarettes and lighting up. Moments later I was dancing in place, giddy with delight as Uncle Simon seemed relax, at ease - himself - and the bartender kept slinging drinks my way. We had not been there long when the door opened and four, large, brawny black men walked in. I stopped dancing. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, I got goose bumps running up my arm. I stepped back against Uncle Simon’s knees as he sat on the only occupied stool at the bar as we were surrounded. The black guy closest to me reached out, shook Uncle Simon’s hand, and asked, “SO WE ALL SET FOR SOME RAW HOLE SURFING?” I barely heard or registered what he said as I was busy fending off the touchy-feely-handsy friends he had brought with him. Their attention was exhilarating! No one had ever paid attention to me like that, or ever touched me like that, or made me feel so...so wanted. I couldn’t put words to it at the time, but I was desired - they desired me and my body knew it even if my mind didn’t. My heart was racing, my hips were moving, my ass was eager and waiting. Uncle Simon tapped me on the shoulder, I spun around, smiling in euphoria as he said, “Uncle Simon says open up and swallow.” Two more chalky pills plopped on my tongue and were washed down with the dregs of beer from my now lukewarm glass. Uncle Simon said, “Yeah, one more beer and he’s all yours.” Again - I heard what he said, but it did not register. I should have run then. The music got louder, the skanky bar got brighter, the touch of the hands from the four black men got firmer, more deliberate, more invasive. The bartender’s smile got wider. Uncle Simon appeared more faded, distant, like the river of time was starting to flow downhill. Next thing I knew I was naked, on my hands and knees on the floor of the skanky bar sucking a HUGE, thick black dick, as my ass was broken open, raw, wild, and nasty! OH FUCK IT HURT! Uncle Simon’s voice sounded distant, yet firm, “SUCK HIS DICK BOY, COME ON NOW, GET THAT SHIT HARD, HOW’S IT FEEL HAVING A DICK IN YOUR ASS FOR THE FIRST TIME?” Frankly I was too fucked up to really say - it felt fucking amazing yet at the same time I didn’t really feel it. Weird right? But Molly fucks with you like that and I was beyond tripping. “I’M CUMMING IN THAT TIGHT COOCHIE - MAKING THAT FAGGOT TAKE MY NUTT - OH HELLS YEAH - TIGHT ASSHOLE JUST GRIPPING MY DICK - BEGGING FOR THIS RAW, NUTT!” That was my first load - my first BBC load from some anonymous man just eager to breed some ass with no questions asked. My first raw fuck. My first feeling of a man cumming inside me. As soon as he pulled out I gasped as another one of the black guys slammed into me, tearing my ass open a little, his dick being thicker, longer, rougher. They all just laughed. I opened my eyes wide, tried to turn my head, but the insistent dick in my mouth held me fairly in place, yet I could see Uncle Simon off to the side as he fanned a stack of cash and asked, “You sure you good with this?” The black man he was speaking too laughed and replied, “Fucka, I already made that back and then some from these homies who were eager to stir their whip cream into some cherry pie. Now where the fuck’s them motel room keys you said you got? I got so much black dick lined up for that faggot hole the bitch won’t walk straight for a month!” A small tear eased down my cheek as Uncle Simon bent down, looked me in the eyes, and said, “I ain’t no faggot. Uncle Simon says you’re where you belong now.”

I gave up on PrEP. I was only fooling myself. I wanted that bug, bad!y and was only taking the blue pill so I could pretend it was protecting me, when I was only taking it three or four times a week. My chances of infection were about 75% compared to someone not on it. Good odds, for a while, but that inexplicable desire to be seeded kept growing stronger and stronger, so I dropped from three or four times a week to two or three, then just once and then I decided to be honest and true to myself and I stopped taking it altogether. That was about a three month span during which I actively sought out poz guys. I met and got fucked by several, but they were all on meds and undetectable. Then my friend Mark told me he was poz. Mark had fucked me about a month before I stopped taking PrEP. Although I didn't know it when he did so, he had seroconverted. When he told me he was poz, I responded that I was no longer on PrEP, that I decided to take a leap of faith. Mark, of course, was somewhat confused that I had decided to stop taking meds. He didn't quite understand my strange strange desire to be infected with HIV, but to my surprise and delight Mark said that since he had learned he was poz, he was especially horny, and really wanted to infect other guys. So, when I told him I had been off PrEP for almost a month and had no protection against infection, Mark replied saying in ten days the meds would be out of his system and he would be infectious. Fifteen days later, last Thursday, I took a day off work and went to his house. Mark is a multiple cummer, and for the next five hours he fucked me, cumming inside my ass seven times before he began shooting blanks. We whispered nasty things to each other the entire time. I'm going back to his house next week for another breeding. I want to make sure I receive his gift and that it thrives inside me. Of course he wants the same. If you're on PrEP and on this site, you know what you really want. Stop taking that blue pill and embrace your destiny, as I have.

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Robert was feeling better by the following Thursday when Sam came over. Sam walked over to Robert and deep kissed him and then slowly pushed Robert onto his knees and had Robert start to suck his cock. Once it was hard, Sam pulled his cock from Robert’s mouth and pushed down Robert’s pants and then had him get on all fours. Sam started fingering Robert’s still tight hole with lube laced with Tina and in minutes Robert was moaning and begging for it. Sam proceeded to fuck Robert and put his week old load into him. After cumming, Sam had Robert put on the leather pants he had brought for him and told him that they were going to go out to one of the bars Robert had told him about. When Sam and Robert got to the bar around 10pm there was a line around the block but Sam went up to the bouncer and with a 100 dollar handshake he and Robert were let into the bar. Sam and Robert took a back booth and watched the action on the dance floor. It was a scene mixed of very out there college students confortable with who they were mixed with a number of students who Sam could read as being uncomfortable or trying to down play how much they were into the scene. Sam while scanning the bar found what he was looking for in two college age students hanging by the bar. Both of them looked barely 18 years old and were very fidgety in their mannerisms, and Sam decided that they would be perfect for Robert’s next step. Sam, had the waiter bring them a round of drinks and a note to have them join Sam and Robert at their table. Johnny and Paul who were your typical broke college kids jumped at the chance to be with someone who would pay for their drinks. Johnny and Paul had no intention of doing anything more than drinking with Sam and Robert but over the course of a couple of hours their inhibitions were lowered as more drinks were consumed. To ensure that Johnny and Paul would not have any inhibitions by the end of the night Sam discretely slipped into their drinks GHB. By 1:30am Johnny and Paul were no near sober when Sam suggested they come back to Robert’s place for a nightcap. Johnny and Paul not knowing what they were walking into, agreed and by 2am were in the living room of Robert’s place and Sam had Robert put on a bareback porn movie. Sam started commenting on the action and he could see Johnny and Paul getting hard but were shy to show it. Sam then reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of cocaine and setup lines on the table. Sam had Robert do a line and then asked Johnny and Paul if they wanted to do one as well. Not wanting to seem “lame” they each did a line and then while feeling the rush of doing their first lines of cocaine, Sam walked over and to Johnny and deeply kissed him. Robert following Sam’s lead did the same to Paul and soon Sam had Johnny naked and Johnny sucking on his cock. Sam told Robert to get Paul undressed and to have Paul suck on Robert’s cock. Once Johnny and Paul were on their knees sucking cocks, Sam whispered to Robert that he was going to fuck Johnny and Robert was to fuck Paul. Sam told Robert to follow his lead. Sam told johnny to get on his hands and knees and at the same time Robert did the same to Paul. Sam then took out his special tina laced lube and started to work it into Johnny’s tight hole and then he had Robert do the same to Paul. After a few minutes both Johnny and Paul were begging to be fucked and it was at this point Robert started fucking Paul as Sam did the same to Johnny. Robert was taking all the frustration he had buried from his past relationships our and was brutally pounding Paul’s ass with his cock. It was only a couple of minutes later that Robert exploded into Paul’s ass filled it with more cum than he could ever remember. Sam saw Robert extract his still rock hard but pink covered cock from Paul’s ass and told him to take his place and fuck Johnny. Robert did as he was told as Sam then went over to Paul and slowly massaged into his cum filled hole more Tina to keep Paul’s booty bump going. Robert went about fifteen minutes before he exploded his second load into Johnny and when his pink covered cock came out Sam had Paul start to lick it clean. Sam went over to johnny and as he did to Paul slowly worked more tina into his hole and then proceeded to fuck Johnny. After Sam put a 2nd load into Johnny he asked Paul and Johnny if they wanted to stay and party with Robert and Sam. Sam told them they would get special gifts for staying with them through the night and when both said yes, Sam told Robert that he should call Angelo and tony to see if they wanted to play. To be continued

Oooooooh yasssssss! P-spot orgasms are the absolute best. They are a 1000X better than ejaculation orgasms. P-Spot orgasms are more powerful, last longer, whole body, mind blowing experiences. It can happen even if I'm soft, usually the liquid that comes out is clear and runny like pre-cum, not thick and creamy like jizz. It leaks out constantly once I reach the threshold and for long as I'm getting fucked. The sucky part is that it takes a while for me to get to that point. It usually happens if I'm getting fucked by multiple guys or with a top that has a lotta stamina. It also helps if the top(s) are pretty thick.The stimulation has to be constant and more of rubbing agaist my p-spot rather than direct impact from a cock's head.

Spent much of the weekend getting fucked by two married daddies. Only one load in the ass from the first one, but it was a big load... took a few from the other, though.

I'm definitely going to give this a try

Was in Denver last week keeping wife company while she was working a conference. With all my free time I was able to line up a top from BBRTS hosting near the hotel. One Uber drive over and I was on my knees sucking his nice cock. Before long he was behind me pounding his load into me doggy style. I walked back to the hotel with his load deep inside me.

Black top, phat white bottom...pulls condom off and cums inside! http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/BBC-pounds-anon-white-hole-29104761

Great as always,and what will it take for Darren toloose his discontent.I am sure Mike will be able to fix that with great hot raw sex oink!

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Next chapter...enjoy. ________________________________ Chapter 16) A Friday late afternoon, weeks later, I sat in the window seat of Mike’s and my room, staring out at the blazing fall foliage in the autumnal light, watching the first few leaves begin to drift off the trees. It would be winter soon…and I felt bored, restless. Aimless, like I didn’t know what to do with myself. I’d read ahead in my anthropology text and Western civilization text, and I didn’t feel like reading more, not even a mystery novel or a fashion website. My midterm papers were already written, and I was all caught up on my English assignments and trigonometry class. With Carlos’ help, math made sense for the first time in my life. I was even considering taking calculus to fill out my math/science requirements, something that would have been unthinkable in high school. I’d gotten As and Bs, but a lot of it was just rote memorization. Now I felt as if I had an actual grasp on what I was learning, that some new synapses had grown. Maybe it was the result of getting fucked on a regular basis? I was listening to some of my favorite music, Beethoven, Haydn and Chopin, which perversely made me feel…what was the word? Sad? Not quite…melancholy, that was it. I knew music could affect my emotions, told myself to switch over to some Top 40 or the obscure European dance music I liked, but I didn’t feel in the mood for that either. I could feel the slight chill through the window – the house was drafty – so I’d borrowed one of Mike’s hoodies to wear, doubly comforting because it smelled like him. I leaned back closed my eyes, inhaled Mike’s scent and hummed along with the recording playing over my earbuds. A soft kiss on my cheek startled me, and my eyes popped open to see Mike grinning at me. I pulled out my earbuds. “Hey, Michaelicious,” I said. “Hey back, honey. Scoot over.” When I sat up and started to move to my right, he said, “No, stay in the same position, just move forward so that I can slip in,” I did as he asked, and then he was pulling me back against him. One of his legs stayed braced on the floor – there wasn’t really enough room, it was a tight fit. But nice to have Mike wrapped around me, better than just a hoodie. I kissed and nuzzled his right hand before settling my head comfortably on his chest. “You okay?” he asked. “Sure, I’m fine. Why?” “You look a little down, and I’ve seen you sitting like this a lot lately.” “I’ve always wanted a window seat.” “Uh-huh,” he said with affectionate skepticism. “You’ll tell me when you’re ready.” I made a face. “I don’t what to do with myself.” Mike pulled me back against him, “I can think of a few things…” “No, not that. Even though I love being with you. I mean what am I going to do with my life?” “Finish school, get a job like the rest of us?” Mike offered. “Get a job doing what? I haven’t declared a major. I like my classes well enough, but nothing jumps out at me as a career.” “I thought you’d be a lawyer or a journalist. You’ve got a great way with words, and win almost every argument. I should know,” he said and kissed the top of my head. “Ugh, anything but either of those. If I go into law or become any kind of writer I’ll always be either ‘Ken Leibowitz’ boy’ or ‘Mimi Sachs’ son.’ Everything I do will be compared to them.” He held me for a few minutes, stroking my arms. “Well, you still have time to figure things out. You’re only 18.” I sighed, dissatisfied. “We need to cheer you up. Why don’t I get the guys together, and we’ll…” I interrupted, “Could we just have a date night? The two of us? I’ve hardly dated, I’d like to try it.” “Sure. Why didn’t you say anything before?” I shrugged. “Didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.” “They won’t be hurt. The others have one-on-one dates, why not us? What do you want to do?” “Nothing fancy. Pizza and a movie? Maybe ice cream afterwards…and then of course come back here and…you know.” “Sounds like a plan.” Mike worked hard to be amusing and funny, and that underlined the problem. The pizza was pretty good, we had my obligatory movie snack of M&Ms during the film and I got a triple scoop of ice cream (chocolate, coffee and vanilla with chocolate sauce). And I enjoyed being alone with him someplace other than in bed. The movie was engrossing, making me forget for a little while how…oh, all right, how depressed I felt. Maybe it was the aftershocks of everything else that had happened? The court case was currently stalled as both sides filed motions and counter-motions, argued about venue for the trial and various other issues. Mike had borrowed Ike’s car, and as we drove back after finishing up the ice cream, he said, “Feeling any better, honey?” “Yeah, thanks.” I paused a minute. “When we were in the middle of everything at the beginning of the semester, I had a purpose. I was going to take down Daddy Scorpio and his friends so that we could figure out how we wanted to be with each other and just what Alpha Iota Delta Sigma should be. By the way, I still think we should change that fucking name. I mean A.I.D.S – hello? Anyway, I didn’t have much time to think about anything else.” “What do you mean?” Mike asked. “I hadn’t planned on coming here, I hadn’t even applied. When I didn’t get into Yale, out of nowhere Mom and Dad said that they didn’t want me to stay in New York, then Dad gave me his speech about his needing to show confidence in this place. That eliminated the schools in New York where I’d been accepted. Dad used his connections here to get me in at the last minute, technically after the deadline. Meeting you was the best thing that happened to me after I got here.” Mike smiled broadly. “Of course it was.” I rolled my eyes. “Not that you’re biased or anything. Now it’s just the grind of school work,” I continued “which is going fine. But that doesn’t feel like enough. In New York I had all kinds of extracurricular activities, all in the name of getting in some fancy college and then that didn’t happen. It’s weird to have too much time on my hands – that’s not the problem most freshmen have.” “Darr, you’ve been through a ton of shit, it won’t kill you to relax. There are worse things than not having enough to do. Or than not being totally over-scheduled is what it sounds like to me.” “I suppose so,” I sighed not really convinced. That had been the norm among my Manhattanite peers. We were all hyper-competitive, compulsive over-achievers. “You’ve already decided what you’re doing, right?” Mike thought a minute. “It’s totally bizarre that we’ve spent so much time together and never asked each other ‘what’s your major’? I planned on doing pre-med, but after getting HIV didn’t think it was a good idea.” “Why not?” “For one thing, how many people want to risk contracting an infection if I fuck up and somehow prick myself with a needle and infect them? For another, it didn’t seem like a good idea to be in medical settings where I could catch all kinds of stuff since I’m immune-compromised. And then I realized that the majority of body fluids make me nauseated.” “That last one would pretty much rule out anything but psychiatry, I suppose. So what are you thinking of doing now?” “I like science, was thinking about pharmaceutical research developing drugs. But I also took the LSATs last spring and did really well. After watching your uncle…” “We’re not really related,” I interjected. Mike sighed. “Fine, whatever. Watching him made me think that I’d like to do something with law. Maybe international law or working with victims of trafficking or abuse.” I felt a twisting in my gut. “Where are you going to apply?” “For sure the law school here, but my scores and grades are good enough, I might try University of Pennsylvania or Columbia University, maybe even Yale.” I wanted him to do well, but I didn’t want to be separated. If he went to Columbia I could visit him during school holidays, except that he’d probably be away visiting his family. U Penn? If Yale wouldn’t have me, I doubt U Penn would either. And Yale? Fuggedaboutit. They’d made it clear, ivy-league material I’m not. Mike parked Ike’s car, we got out and started up the steps. Just before we went in the door, he took me in his arms and said “I hope you kiss on the first date.” That made me laugh, and I said with mock-seriousness, “I don’t want you think I’m easy.” He pressed his mouth against mine, and we shared our first official post-date kiss. “C’mon, let’s go upstairs,” he said wiggling his eyebrows. “See, I knew you’d think I was easy.” “You’re not easy,” Mike said as we walked in. “Oh?” He grabbed me, pushed me up against the door, and gave me a kiss that left me gasping. “You’re the cutest guy I’ve ever met.” What could I do but smile at him? “And I’m totally irresistible,” he finished. “Not that you’re biased or anything,” I said yet again. Mike gave me a grin that could only be described as devilish, and hoisted me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Hey!” I exclaimed laughing. “This is what I wanted to do when you first walked in to the house,” he said as he went up the stairs. “Really, it’s what I wanted to do when we first talked at orientation.” I was giggling. “So it would have been, ‘Hi, nice to meet you, let’s fuck?’” “Just about,” Mike said, and smacked my butt. He carried me into our bedroom, set me down, and lit a few candles. Then he took a bottle of white wine out of the mini-fridge I’d brought with me, produced a couple of wine glasses, uncorked the bottle, and poured us each a glass full. He handed me mine, and we clinked glasses. “To the most beautiful guy I’ve ever met,” he said. “To my irresistible boyfriend,” I answered, and we sipped wine together. “Why don’t we get comfortable?” Mike said, taking the glass of wine from me and setting it alongside his on the night stand. Then he started unbuttoning my shirt; once he had it open all the way, he slid his hands inside and caressed my torso, pulling me close for a wet, open-mouthed kiss, trailing kisses over my jaw and to my real erogenous zone: my neck. He slowly stripped the shirt off of me, then pushed me back on the bed to pull my shoes off, followed by my jeans and underwear. He shrugged out of his flannel shirt and toed off his running shoes, but when he started to unbuckle his belt, I said “Let me. Please?” He grinned. “Whatever you want, honey.” I sat at the edge of the bed, and pressed my face against his hardening dick, gently biting, then sniffing, kissing and licking. Mike groaned gutturally, and pulled my head more securely against him. Then he released my head and slowly turned around, pushing his ass in my face. “Worship it, Darr, worship my ass.” I was more than happy to; after having done it with Carlos, I’d fantasized about doing it with Mike. I’d worried he’d think it was too weird, but apparently that wasn’t the case. I pressed my face against the soft, worn denim that covered his butt and inhaled loudly. “That’s it sweetheart, inhale…deep,” Mike demanded. His musky scent filled my nostrils, and excited me even more than I already was. My dick was rock-hard. “Do you like it?” he asked. I moaned in response. “Now kiss it…let me hear you,” he ordered. After a minute of that, he turned around and rubbed his bulge against my face. “See what you’ve done to me? Kiss my cock, now my balls.” I did as ordered. Mike unzipped his jeans; it turned out he’d gone commando. His huge, hard cock sprang out as soon as he’d opened his zipper. I kissed and licked the shaft and his balls, pushing his jeans down, so he could step out of them. I kept going, running my lips and tongue over his crotch, behind his balls, and then buried my face in his butt, sniffing, kissing, licking. Mike reached around and pulled my head against his butt and moved his hips as if he were already thrusting inside of me. Then he was turning around, pulling me to my feet and then we were falling onto the bed with him on top, our mouths fused. He was impatiently pushing my legs apart, pulling my right leg over his shoulder while I wrapped the left one around his waist. He grabbed the ever-present jar of Vaseline, lubed himself and me and pushed inside my welcoming asshole. He pulled back slowly and then thrust with exquisite deliberation, angling his dick so that he was massaging my prostate. I groaned into his mouth, and he answered with a groan of his own. I joined in his rhythm, pushing up towards him as he thrust in, pulling back a little as he pulled out. He smelled of the sandalwood soap and shampoo he used. I could feel the delicate rasp of his whiskers against my face, neck and chest as he kissed and licked my shoulders. I kissed and licked his biceps, let my hands stray over his back and butt to feel the muscles working. We tasted and touched and kissed and caressed, stoking the heat that grew between us. “I want to make every time as good for you as it for me,” he whispered breathlessly, “but I don’t think anything could feel as good as your ass does around my cock.” I smiled and covered his face and neck with kisses. “Harder,” I murmured. He began to thrust more strongly, and then hit the most sensitive spots on my neck, right next to my Adam’s apple. “Sweetheart,” he groaned, “it’s probably all wrong, but one of the things that turns me on the most is that I’m fucking you raw and you’re negative and I’m positive…it’s like taking your virginity whenever we fuck.” The poz talk unleashed my not-so-inner cumslut. “Fill me, breed me, don’t stop,” I demanded. “I need your charged cum inside of me.” He was driving his cock into me, impaling me with his huge, hard, veiny dick, and began to grunt with each thrust. I felt the buzz of my climax start, but couldn’t locate the exact place: was it my ass or my dick? Then he rammed into me three times hard, his dick spasmed inside of me and I knew he was coating my insides with his dirty cum as I shot my own load, hitting myself in the face as always. He pulled back and licked the cum off my face. “You taste so sweet. That’s why I call you ‘honey’,” he said. I chuckled, hugging him closer. “And you’re my Michaelicious.” We were both still panting, the aftershocks of orgasm echoing through us as we relaxed. Mike slipped carefully out of my butt, reached for the wine and grabbed a bag of chocolates from the nightstand drawer: dark chocolate with raspberry, my favorite. Unwrapping one and feeding it to me, Mike then took one for himself. Sipping wine and eating chocolate: the ultimate in sybaritic indulgence. “This is what I wish our first time together had been,” he said, “you, me, candles and romance.” We kissed again; I could taste chocolate mixed with wine and Mike. The discontent I’d felt earlier hadn’t quite gone, but it was pushed to the background. What did it matter, really? I had Mike, and right now that was enough.

So you guys know by now I have this thing for straight men. I just love em, and I am luckey enough to get a few of them as fuckbuddies. One of the things about living in a semi rural area is there seem to be loads of straight guys who want cock. And this guy messaged me on BBRT. He was HOT!!! mid 30s, muscled, shaven headed. And wanted older guys. He messaged me and we chatted and then said he was straight. A straight guy on BBRT, this is new on me to be honest. Straight guys on gaydar and grindr yeah but BBRT? Really? Was Ibeing naive Anyway, we swapped numbers and texted and texted."I probably wont meet" he said. "I bale cos I get scared." "Great, a fucking timewaster" I said. And true enough, lots of chats but no action,a few butt shots. Nothing.Then after three weeks he messages. "I wanna get fucked soon" he says, " but I need to have had some beers." Cheers mate I am that ugly am I? I thought "I need the beers to loosen me up and get me horned to feel dirty."He replied. Ok, fair enough. He starts talking about taking poz loads. I think hes timewasting but then he tells me he has some truvada from a mate who's poz and fucked him. I'm begging to think this guy is not for real. "How you know he's poz" "I seek em out" he says.., " I figure they'e good fucks and I wanna feel like a dirty slut." "Where you get the truvada?" "Poz fuckbuddy" he replies. " But that's not proper PreP" I say. "Works for me though, mr." "this is still risky" I say. "that's why I like it, fella" he replies. "You fuck?" I say. "Nah mate, cant get it upwith a man, I only get fucked by blokes. I only fuck girls." Ok, takes all sorts to make a world. I feel slightly disappointed, knowing my liking for straight guys and both fucking and being fucked by them. Please, meet me outdoors one night and we fuck. "Ok I say but bet you'll bale" A week later he messages me..."11pm tonight" he says. "Ok," I say. "I'm taking the blue pills" "You mean truvada?" I say "Yeah" "not sure do it yourself PreP works, mate" I say. "Yeah its cool. I said before" he replies. Bring poppers a small dildo for me to use in the car and lube. I say yeah thinking this guy isn't for real but at least if he doesn't turn up I can breed some anonymous hole in the local cruising site, yeah? "I want your piss too" That's it. Im ready to give this guy a chance. "You pissed then?" I ask "Yeah five beers and my hole wants fucking. I wanna be dirty." So he gives me instructions. an hour later I turn up outside the sports club and am waiting in the car thinking this is stupid, and down walks this hot straight looking muscled stud in football gear. And he gestures to me. Fuck me, I think, he's hot! The passenger door of the car opens, in he climbs, sits down and puts his hand up my shorts. "Hey mate, I want that in me" and I'm so stunned I cant think whatto do for a second. "drive then, I know a woods" he says. and I set off. I nearly crash the car as he pulls his top up to reveal a hot muscled and hairy torso and then pulls his shorts down. He reveals a thick meaty cock and balls and muscly hairy legs. "I'm topping tonight, I'm topping tonight" I remind myself. "Suck my cock" I command and he leans over and sucks me as I drive. He pulls away and lubes his hole. I reach over and finger it. God it's inviting. Thank fuck it's dark, I think. He takes the poppers, sniffs deep then inserts the dildo slowly. By now I am rock hard and wanting to rape him then sit on his cock He directs me as his legs go up on the dashboard and he dildoes himself, his big meaty knob, totally flaccid, but BIG, flopping around. Eventually we arrive at a wooded beauty spot. He is out of the car naked from waist down and over the style and into the woods. I lock the car and follow him. He's naked and squatting and sniffing poppers while the dildo is going in harder and faster. "Piss on me" he says. I strip then let loose a streamof piss which he rubs all over himself before sucking on my cock. I fuck his face for a while "I wanna breed you" I say "I know mate I want you in my arse" He stands up and bends over I am faced with a muscular butt and beautiful back. I lean over and kiss it " fuck me man, fuck me raw with your poz dick, make me fucking filthy" He says this so totally deep and manly I am aching for this guy. I slide up his arse and fuck him Ten minutes of breeding talk follows and I am grabbing his cock as I fuck and getting close. "Stop" he says, and I do. He turns round and sucks my cock. Im enjoying this but wanna be in his arse. "You like my poz cock? " I ask. Yeah he says. Then he pulls my cock out and wanks me with both hands. Suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my cockhead and pull back to notice he's pricked it with a needle and there's a drop of blood. "Ow, What the fuck are you doing? I ask" "getting your blood man" "fucking stop it, its risky" I say as my cock starts to go flaccid "No, I want your poz blood" he says as he sucks. I have to admit this being said turns me on and I start to go hard again. He's fingering himself and groans hard. He pulls away "I've nicked my hole" he said. "I want your blood and cum in my bloodstream" "But you took truvada" "Nah mate, I only said that" He stands up, arms round me "breed me" Fuck I cant believe this but my cock knows what to do. Now red, and bleeding a little, it's standing to attention. He turns round, I slide up. I fuck.Its not long before I am ready to cum and I say "I'm gonna shoot" "Yeah mate, this is so dirty" " Shoot on my hole then fuck it in" And I cant hold back any longer. I pull out, I shoot and shoot on his hole then push my cock back in rough. And I lean on his hot back and fill this guy with virus. We stand there for a few minutes till we're finished and pull apart. He bends down and sucks my cock clean. I move to kiss him but he moves away "I don't kiss mate". Pity,I think "So you bugchasing? " I ask ...."You want infected." "Don't care he says, I wanna feel dirty and used by guys and if that comes, great." We walk to the car, he's still naked, we get in and I drive him home as he dressed again. I drop him off and drive home. All the time thinking of this. A few days later comes the message "going down pub tonight, you gonna give me my nightcap?" And my cock stiffens...and I know I want him "Your never gonna top me I say, you will always be my bottom cumdump" "Yes m8, that's how I like it. You top guys are my fantasy. And anyway I can only fuck women." If only he knew the cocks and loads I'd taken as well as the arses I've topped.....I never had this much fun while I was neg.

It was the annual Toga Party at my frat, Omega Chi, the sexiest party of the year. I belonged to the hottest frat on campus, the one that all the top jocks belonged to. And the Toga Party was the most sought after invite of the year for anyone who was anyone. It was tradition for everyone to wear nothing under their toga. This near nudity, combined with alcohol and young libidos generated an atmosphere of super charged, horny college boy's and girls. And PLENTY of fucking went on around the house, in every closet and corner. Some people even fucked right out in the open, only their togas hiding their naughty bits. My name is Cole, and I'm a Junior and Treasurer of Omega Chi. As such I get the rare priveledge of one of the small private rooms on the third floor. This is nice because I'm secretly gay and it gives me a private place to jerk off on a nightly basis, fantasizing about my brothers, all of whom I've seen naked many times. I also like to sneak their dirty jockstraps out of their laundry and inhale their musky odors while I finger my hole and shoot my load. I'm not a jock like the rest of them, I'm a straight up nerd. I'm in the frat to help keep the grade average up for the house, and to tutor the guys that need it. I'm 5'10" and skinny and couldn't throw a football if my life depended on it, so being in this environment with all these hot studs was a dream come true. My biggest crush was Mitch. He was a GOD! He was only a freshman, but he was already the starting quarterback, he was that good. He stood 6'3" with buzzed blond hair, dazzeling blue eyes, and a body built like the Nordic, Minnesota, cornfed, farmboy he was. And a cock to match! I had showered next to him many times in the house, which was always a challenge to not spring a raging hard on. Tonight he was drinking pretty heavy, something he didn't do often. As the night went on he got more and more sloshed, hitting on several girls, fingering them under their sheets. But he must have been TOO drunk for them to take him up on his offers to fuck. Sometime around 1:00 he disappeared and I figured he finally was getting laid. I was getting tired too and headed up to my room. As I opened my door my heart leaped into my throat. There, sprawled out on my bed was my every dream come true. My Nordic god was passed out, snoring away with his toga barely covering his naked body. I froze, not knowing what to do, my eyes scanning him from his beautiful size 13 feet, up his bare legs that were covered in dark blond hair to his torso also covered in a light smattering of blond hair. The toga exposed one of his luscious pink nips and the arm over his head exposed his hairy pit in all it's glory. My mouth went dry as I looked at him and shivered. I did the most logical thing I could and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him and telling him to get up. He just responded with more snoring. I slapped him hard across the face a couple of times, and still he didn't wake up. The shaking had managed to open his toga more, exposing his uncut cock nestled in his big, furry balls. At this point my mind exploded. Here was my ultimate fantasy, passed out cold, nearly naked, and totally vulnerable on my bed. Before I even realized what I was doing, I locked my bedroom door, and stood over him, dropping my own toga so I was naked, my own 7 inch cock standing straight up. I breathed heavily. Do I dare act out what was running through my mind? What if he DID wake up? He'd beat the shit out of me! But my own half drunk horny brain took over the better part of reason. Carefully I undid the rope around his waist, opening his toga all the way, totally exposing every inch of his beautiful body. Leaning down, I kissed his mouth which was slightly open, slipping my tongue inside, licking his teeth and tongue, sucking on his lip, gently biting it while my hand crept down to his cock. Grabbing it firmly, I started to stroke it, my hand trembling at the excitement of finally touching what I had wanted for so long. His cock stirred and started to get hard as I manipulated it, pulling back the foreskin and rubbing his cockhead. He just continued to snore. I moved my mouth to his nipples, sucking first one big pink tit, then the other. I gently bit them as I sucked, nibbling on his nubs as his cock grew harder in my hand. I swear he slightly moaned. Getting more and more bolder, I then buried my face in his armpit, breathing deep his musky scent. I couldn't get enough of his smell as I sniffed and licked his dank hairy pit. His cock just got harder. I pulled out of his pit to look at the cock I had been dreaming about. It stood rock solid at this point, the big, pink mushroom head pushing out of it's sheath. It was a solid 9" at least, and a fat one at that. Throwing caution to the wind I dove down on it. Mitch let out an audible groan as my mouth engulfed his knob. I had to stretch my mouth wide and it was almost to fat, but I was too far gone to stop and I forced as much as I could down my throat. Then something surprising happened. Mitch started to piss. Without warning piss just started flowing into my mouth. I was shocked but just clamped on and swallowed all I could. There was NO way I was going to pass this once in a lifetime chance to drink the starting quarterbacks piss! There was so much it flowed out of my mouth all over his stomach and balls, soaking both us and the bed sheets. When he finally stopped I continued to nurse on his still rock hard cock until I started to taste his precum. He just continued to snore and breath deeper. Now I was at a crossroads. Do I keep sucking him, or do I go a step further. I realized as much as I wanted to suck the load out of him, I wanted something else far more. I wanted him to breed me. And this might be my only chance ever. I grabbed some Vaseline out of my drawer and spread a big glob on my asshole, working it in me. Then I spread another big glob on his cock, working it around, getting him slicked up. Then, my body trembling in fear and excitement, I straddled his stomach, pulling back his foreskin, and placed the top of his throbbing cock against my hungry hole. I took a deep breath and pushed his head into my hole, wincing as he popped through my ring. I paused for a moment as I adjusted to his size. I wondered to myself what the fuck was I doing? I'm insane! But I no longer cared. I had the quarterbacks studly cock in my hole and I started to slide down on it. Slowly I slid down his pole until I had all 9 inches buried in me and I could feel his hairy bush against my stretched hole. Now I started to ride it, up and down, pulling it out till just the head was in, then sliding back all the down, my hole squeezing and milking his cock as I went. Leaning over, I planted my lips on his while I rode him like a sorrority bitch. I sucked his tongue while my ass gave him the best fuck he had ever had, even if he didn't know it! I swear he started moaning and pushing his hips into my hot wet hole. He was probably dreaming he was fucking some hot pussy, and he was, just not the kind he thought! Even in his drunk, passed out state it didn't take him too long to cum. Such is the beauty of youth. Soon I felt his cock expand and start throbbing deep in me and I knew he was flooding my innards with his hot, jock cum. I sat all the way down on his dick and milked it as hard as I could with my ass muscles, draining him of every drop of his precious nectar. I finally had what I had wanted for so long. I was bred by the quarterback. When his cock started to shrink, I gently pulled him out of my ass. As much as I wanted to keep his load deep inside me, I had a better idea. In my drawer I had hidden one of his jockstraps. This one was nice and used when I snagged it, smelling deeply of his cock and ball sweat and urine. I held the pouch up to my ass and squeezed his load out and into it. This way I had another way to enjoy him later as I jerked off, remembering tonight. I just had one problem left. MY own rock hard cock begging for release! I thought of just jacking off while I stared at my naked god, but my perverted mind told me other ideas. Carefully, I rolled my snoring stud over onto his belly and spread his thighs apart. Taking the Vaseline, I lubed my cock and his hole. Quickly I lined myself up to his hairy hole and slid my head in. Stopping to make sure all was well, I then pushed the rest of my cock all the way in. OH MY GOD it was like nothing I had ever felt! Pure smooth velvet engulfed my dick as I buried myself to the hilt. As I ground my pubes against his hole I know I heard him grunt, then let out a small moan. That was all I needed to hear. I slowly fucked my frat bro deep and long, enjoying every moment of his luscious hot hole. But I was so worked up at this point, it didn't take long before I was pumping my own hot load into his sweet jock guts. I could hear him moan and mumble something as I pumped shot after shot of sperm as deep into his guts as I could. Finally, I had no more in me. I reluctantly pulled my spent cock out of what was pure heaven, and cum slowly trickled out of his slightly gaping hole. Without a thought, I buried my face between his cheeks and feasted on the hole I had just devirginized. Digging my tongue in and sucking my jism out made him moan some more. When I got all I could, I stood up, got dressed and left my room, leaving my sleeping Adonis alone on my bed. The next morning I was terrified about what I had done! The reality of raping the quarterback and all the consequences filled me with dread as I eventually went back to my room and slowly opened the door. Mitch was gone. I sat on my bed and pulled open my drawer that contained his dirty, cum soaked jockstrap. On it was a note that said...."I know what you did!" My heart pounded in my chest as I turned the note over. "It's our secret. To be continued...." All I can say is the rest of our college time together was pretty fucking hot.

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….

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

Do you take note of varying levels of stimulation bottoms get? For some, taking dick is more mental and about feeling filled. For others, their prostate feels every stroke while creating pleasure and overstimulation throughout their being. Which is it for you or the guys you encounter? I'm on the lower level of stimulation. Above average dicks definitely stimulate me more, but even then, it's not on the level of my bf (or other guys I see) who cum hands free and get to the point of not being able to take anymore. Me on the other hand, I can bottom all night. My hole doesn't get overly sore and my prostate doesn't cause me to spaz, lose my senses, or cum. Some exceptions when I've been overstimulated and gripping/biting/punching whatever I can, but I never count on it. It's always more mental and just enjoying someone inside me and the idea of them enjoying my ass. I can definitely detect the level in sensitivity when I'm topping. It makes my job easier or harder and causes me to alter how I'm stroking and for how long. On another note: guys with wired nipples AND prostates are THE best to fuck.

Hehe... My stories are saved on my hardware..... I know exactly what I wrote. My original story: He said he loved me… but he lied! (Part 1) First time…. first love…. It was an amazing feeling. Josh. The hottest bloke in town had actually talked to me. I was stunned. It all started as another boring evening. My friends and I thought about going to the movies, but then one suggested we could visit the new bath house in town – the ‘Toxic’ I refused going there, knowing that I would end up sitting alone at the bar, drinking my coke zero and the other guys would get stuffed all around the place. I was fed up with this. But since the majority decides what’s up next, I lost…. and we went to the ‘Toxic’ at around 10 pm. Don’t get me wrong. It is not, that I wouldn’t mind taking a hard cock up my ass or sucking the seed out of a hard guy, but there are only queens around, who ‘think’ they could fill in the role of a stud, if no real stud is available. And this whole talking about being ‘flexible’ is so pathetic. And so I was watching around and saw all kind of guys making out with each other and some of them were also eye-fucking me. I just didn’t care. For me it was like, you can watch me, but don’t touch me. Every offer for a drink I denied with a cute smile. They talked about me already, I knew it. I told everyone who hit at me, that I wouldn’t be interested to have my first time _ever_ in a bath house with some anonymous cock up my ass. No way…. Jose…. And then Josh entered the room and I got this tingling feeling in my guts. Josh was a hot hunk. He was 26 years old and had black hair. His eyes with were of the deepest blue you had ever seen. And he was in the gym every day. His body was adorable. He was not so pumped up, but he got all the muscles in the right places. And talking about the right place… the bulge in his jeans was huge. Every other minute he grabbed his junk and adjusted it, or he scratched himself uninhibited at this dick. Every pussy in town was talking about Josh and not only the gay pussies. He was standing with a group of guys, who already advanced to me. But I turned every one of them down before. Now I was mad at me. I could be standing over there now, chatting with the cutest guy in the room, if I would have accepted one drink of the 4 other guys. Stupid….. Then I realized, they stared at me… talking to each other. I turned around and looked behind me, but there was no one standing there. I looked back to the group of guys. They were chatting along, but didn’t gaze at me at all anymore. I focused my eyes on Josh’s beautiful bulge. His jeans were so tight you could see clearly the outline of a thick and long piece of flesh. Everyone who lied about him ‘stuffing’ his jeans out, should see him tonight. This was all real cock. You could see it. I sighed deeply. I was totally in love with Josh. Being 18 it is not all about hormones and stuff. Of course I was a horny little brat, but I didn’t want to lose myself to some one night stand, like so many of my other friends did. I wanted the real thing - The knight in his shining armor. A romance, like in ‘Beauty and the beast’, with me as the beauty and Josh as the…. well, the hot stud with a beast within his pants. I looked up to watch Josh’s cute face and there he was staring at me. Again! He smiled at me. Did I see that right? My heart was beating like a drum. There…. Josh gazed around. I knew it…. he was looking for some other willing prey. He adjusted his huge bulge again and I dreamt away. I stared openly at his crotch area almost waiting for another scratching or adjustment. Suddenly he left his pals and walked into my direction. My eyes grew wide and I concentrated on my glass of coke. He was standing next to me and I could smell his scent. It was overwhelming. He ordered a some alcohol and then he flashed a smile into my direction and told me ‘Hi’ I looked at his perfect white teeth and smiled back. “I’ve watched you from behind there.” he pointed at his friends. “Do I know you?” he continued the small talk. “No…. but it is nice to meet you.” I replied. “I’m Marc” I offered him a handshake. “My name is Josh” he said and grabbed my hand and kept holding it. “Would you like a drink? Maybe we could find a quiet corner and sit down and talk a bit” Josh asked. I just nodded. Did he just ask me to talk to him? I felt like flying. He ordered another alcoholic drink for me and took a good grip at my nape and led me to a table, which was only for VIP’s. We sat down and the waiter brought our drinks. We raised our glasses and took a huge sip. I didn’t dare to tell him, that I rarely drink alcohol. But I didn’t want to spoil the moment, so I continued drinking the hardcore liquor. Josh was moving closer to me. We sat together on a bench and my eyes wandered always to his scratching motions. He told me he liked my shy ways. And that I had beautiful eyes and a nice body. I was quite slim and he liked slim guys. He said, he liked it, that I didn’t look at his crotch so much. He was sick of guys doing that, just because he had 10 inches in his jeans. I gulped. 10 inches….. I was thankful, that he didn’t notice me looking before and I mentioned something like… ‘really, that huge….’ and I felt so stupid. After a while he put his right arm around my shoulder and started playing with my right nipple. He pinched it softly through my t-shirt and I couldn’t help but moan. Josh continued, like he didn’t even realize twisting my nipple. “Would you like to go out for a walk?” I asked shyly. He smiled at me and said he would, he just had a little problem. “What is it?” I wanted to know. He pointed at his crotch. It looked like, the buttons were about to rip off. “Oh – I see… and now?” I asked. “Well you could help me out, so we could take a walk and enjoy the starry sky.” he replied. “You want me to jack you off?” I smirked. “That would take too long. I want to get out with you as soon as possible. It would be better if you suck me off” he suggested. I felt flattered, that he wanted to leave the place with me together, so I nodded slowly. “Do you want me to do it here? Out in the open?” I was insecure. “Nah – slip under the table and get on your knees. Open my jeans and take my cock out and suck it.” he instructed and smiled at me cutely. “No one will ever know” he added. I slipped under the table and Josh opened his legs more, so I could actually kneel right in front of him. I whispered this was my first blow job. He was surprised. “Really?” he asked. “That is great. This will be a memory we both can talk about in the upcoming years. It will be special to both of us – now start your sucking job and open my fucking jeans” he ordered. I obeyed and wanted to open his belt. He told me, a few button would be enough. And so I worked my way down from the second top button the last and started licking his huge dickhead as soon, as his cock stuck out of his fly. Josh crossed his arms behind his back and closed his eyes. He enjoyed my tongue lapping around at his glans penis. “Start blowing it with your mouth. I want your throat muscles massage my cock” he hissed. I was concentrated on his dick and could see his crotch and nothing else. This way I didn’t notice Josh signaling his 4 buddies to come over to the VIP table. Shortly after that I heard different voices talking and Josh replying. Then I saw shoes under the table, of guys sitting down on the bench and the chairs, surrounding the table. I was in panic. I stopped sucking and just kept the dickhead in my mouth. Not moving an inch. Josh told his friends, that this was not a good moment, because his new boyfriend was just sucking his dick. The guys all looked under the table and saw me kneeling there with Josh’s cock in my mouth. I was totally ashamed. They simply said ‘hi’ and went up again, talking to Josh like this was not a big deal. “Keep on sucking Mitch, it is okay….” he moaned. My name is Marc I thought, but then he just knew me for 30 minutes. And he said I would be his boyfriend. It made me so happy and excited, and so I continued bopping my head up and down on this extremely big dong. “When I shoot my dick snot, swallow it all. Don’t make a mess under the table” he grabbed my hair violently and asked me if I understood. I yelped and answered ‘Yes’. “I am popular here. I don’t want to be banned just because you can’t swallow decently” he grumbled. Josh talked about my working tongue and told his friends, that I was new to this concept. It was my first time to suck off a guy and his friends highfived him on that. He didn’t tell me he was about to cum. I felt his dick twitching and knew it would shoot any second now, but I was not prepared for this amount of cum. It felt like gallons and I kept on swallowing the salty and slimy stuff. “Don’t lose a fucking drop - you bitch” he moaned. After Josh unloaded himself he started buttoning up. I was not sure what to do. I was a bit ashamed to crawl out from my sucking place. I didn’t want to look at the faces of those 4 guys - afraid, of what they might think of me. Then I heard a guy ask Josh, if I would be so kind to suck him off too. He had pressure in his balls and would like to release it. “Sure” Josh answered and ordered me to continue with my work. “Come on…. let’s do that. You did a great job baby and I want to let my buddies experience your tongue – don’t embarrass me in front my friends.” he urged me. I was so insecure. I didn’t want to lose the chance to be Josh’s boyfriend, but it felt wrong to suck these other guys too. “I am so disappointed.” I heard Josh’s words. “I really thought we had something special going on… and now you won’t even suck my best friends, even though this is not even considered as sex” he sighed sadly. I turned to my right and stared directly to another jeans crotch. I touched the bulge slowly and opened the fly. The guy nodded at his friends and then told me to suck him good. “Remember to swallow my junk also, you slut” he snickered. The all laughed and I think I heard even Josh’s laughter. I was hoping my friends wouldn't see me this way.... I have no reason to make up 'ghost editing' I enjoyed posting here.... for me it is enough, if people get off, while reading my stories. And by the way.... I am not able to edit my stories either after ten minutes or so. It is locked for me also..... this has been changed obviously.

Well, I said I was feeling cock and cum hungry. And, I AM. I was so horny after getting bred by the redneck I WANTED, NEEDED more CUM. So, I kept his load in me to use as lube and went back to Grindr. I found a versatile top who wanted to fuck. He was average build, 35 yr old bald white guy with goatee. we worked out how to get to my place and in 20 minutes he arrived. We went to my bedroom and he was stripping as we went there and so was nearly naked when we got there. I stripped and climbed on the bed between his legs to suck his cock. SO for the next hour I sucked him while he ate my hole out. He just would not get hard, said it was 9 in but I got no more then 4 soft ones out of it. He said drinking a lot today and so alcohol cock. He tried to fuck me but eating my hole was all we got. He sucked my hard shaft a bit as well. while sucking his balls, I scouted out his hole. Not as clean as I can handle to get my tongue in there. He asked me while we took a break if I would fuck him, but I just wasn't feeling it even though I was rock hard. (thanks viagra). I just cant fuck a dirty smelly hole. But, as he dug his tongue in my hole he had no idea there was a load up there. SO, it seemed like it was just my hole giving him a special flavor he just dug out of my hole. He never asked if I had been fucked but I know he got some cum because I tried pushing into his tongue with my puckered hole. After he left my hole still had some cum in it. Not the best sex since I didn't get fucked by his "9 inch" cock. I so wanted it. So, I am craving cock and cum SOOOO BAD!! Well, as I write this the next day still craving cock and cum as I wake. Have to work so not able to do anything most of day. My cock is hard and semi hard on and off all day long as I try and find more cock for tonight. Yes, redneck told me to come back. Well, I want to either getting sloppy seconds (or thirds, or fourths, LOL). Or, find a guy after him to get slopes. Well, I am average build nice cock I have been told 7 in cut. Bearded 50 yr old that looks 40. The guy that ate my hole kept saying how hot and sexy my ass and hole was and then he would drive back into it with his tongue. Fuck, getting hard again writing this. SO, have a potential recent released convict 7 in uncut mexican cock that wants to breed me a couple of times tonight. Let's see if I can get that to happen as well. That will be a separate story thread if redneck bails on me or part of the redneck story if I score that redneck ass and cock tonight. I am taking a towel and getting that boy on all fours and fuck him Deliverance style. (LOL) Breed him deep and push trying to make him beg me either to stop or to keep going. Either way I am not stopping until I nut deep in his smooth hole. NOTE: Please let me know what you think of this story. I am writing for first time and want to see what people think about it. FYI, this is a factual story with some alterations for flow, but all sex acts are genuine.

AN ALLTIME LOW After the day with the dying Stu, I went back to my normal life. Going to work, coming home, and watching tv. I didn’t go chasing any loads, but it’s not like it was out of my mind. Then about a week after that piggy day, David called me up and asked what my plans were. It was my day off, so I had only planned on running errands and cleaning the apartment. He told me to cancel those plans -he had something for me. Okay, it had been mostly out of my mind. I hadn’t spent any time thinking about what I had done, or if I was chasing, or even if I wanted to do it again. But as soon as David started speaking through the phone I felt my dick stirring in my pants. Fuck that thing! Such a mind of it’s own. And now, saying he ‘had something for me’ . . . well my dick was raging hard now. Thirty minutes later he was at my door, and then we headed out. David tied a blindfold over my eyes, and we drove only for about ten minutes before he led me from the car, walked about twenty feet and then through some doors. “We’re going in the back way, not really supposed to be here,” he told me. “So don’t make any noise.” He didn’t want to tell me, but the intercom that blared over the speaker system told me that we were in a hospital. “Is Stu in the hospital now?” I asked him. “Figured that out, did ya’?” he chuckled. “Not Stu, but I’m sure there are some other guys here who will be happy to see you.” He led me through a couple more doors and then into a room. I heard him close and lock the door behind me, and then the blindfold was removed. Yup, I was in an AIDS hospice. From the crowd of sickly men in the room, I guess that David either knew them already, or maybe ran an ad or something. I knew right away that I was to be their entertainment for the afternoon. “Guys, this is the pig I was telling you about. He will bend over and take all of your loads,” David told them. “Isn’t that right, fucking pig?” I swallowed over the lump in my throat. Fuck, what had I gotten myself into? “Yes, Sir,” I replied shyly. “You know how poisonous some of us are?” one of the patients asked. “Does it matter?” I asked boldly, and they all laughed. “So who’s first?” David asked. And so it begins . . . I’ll tell you this -I didn’t get any of their names. All I know is that I was fucked and seeded deep and hard by a total of 19 sickly AIDS patients. A few of them were very memorable. One guy who stands out was a big guy. Usually you think of guys with full blown AIDS as being skeletal, but somehow this one managed to retain some beef. And his cock was all beef, let me tell you. It was not ridiculously huge. From the feel I would say he was about 6 ½ or 7 inches, but fat as my wrist at least! I love my butt plugs, so having him inside of me was giving me that stuffed and filled feeling that I had grown to love and crave. I had been loaded by 4 guys before him, so his fat dick slid easily inside my pig hole, but with such a thickness my ass was making the most delicious wet slurping I’ve ever heard. And when he blew his wad, he came BIG, flooding me so deep I am sure that I felt it in my stomach. My ass made a sloppy sucking noise as he pulled out of me, and David roared with laughter and I heard him clicking away taking pictures with his phone. “Look at the fucking hole! You’re so busted open and sloppy, that hole is just gaping and you’re dripping cum all down your legs. You look fucking hot!” he told me. Music to my ears, he is such a sweet talker. There was another man who was basketball player tall, easily at 6 feet 6 inches or more. Skinny, his body was ravaged by the disease, and he had ks lesions visible on various parts of his body. His cock stood tall and incredibly long. I worried what kind of fucker he would turn out to be. While he wasn’t thick, I had never taken anything that long in my hole before. It was at lease 15 inches or longer! I just hoped that he would be slow and gentle, knowing that he had a weapon there, and maybe just enter me half way. No such luck. He had entered me slowly, and was taking his time burying as much into me as my ass was willing to accommodate. David was having none of it. He wanted a show, and he wanted me broken in and used. I had just looked back over my shoulder to see how much of that long dick was still to go when David grabbed hold of the tall man’s hips and shoved him full force all the way balls deep into my tortured hole! One of the other guys must have seen it coming because he quickly grabbed hold of my head and shoved me face down into a pillow as I screamed from the agony. That long dick had truly torn its way into my body and I really felt damaged now. He held still only for a minute, and then without further hesitation he began to pump my ass with the full length of his long dick, all the while I could hear him breathing through his nose like a bull. It was quite a sexy sound, and it help to take my mind off of the battering ram he had up in me. After a few minutes my ass had accepted the invader and I was starting to feel good again. Really good. No dick had ever reached so far up inside of me and he was reaching things I never knew existed. I started rutting back onto him, making loud smacking sounds every time my round ass impacted with his bony hips. I groaned like a whore and let my head loll around, but when I looked down between my legs I felt my stomach drop. There was so much blood running down the insides of my legs I thought for sure I was going to die by the time these men were done with me. How could my ass feel so heavenly when I was bleeding so much? My mind was spinning again and I didn’t know what to do. Keep on and just take it? What’s the worst that could happen? David could just toss me on a gurney when the gangbang is done and wheel me over to the ER. I’ve already been exposed to so much HIV and AIDS there really is no point in worrying about that now, right? I decided to just accept my fate. This is why I was here, and this was just one of the consequences. I was made to pleasure these men, to allow all of their sickly body fluids into my own body to incubate and merge with my own DNA. I had been so distracted thinking about the blood that I didn’t notice him cumming in me. I snapped out of my deep thoughts just as he was extracting his dangerous dick from my damaged hole. I thought for sure that it would be followed by a river of blood. Luckily it wasn’t. It appeared that whatever had ruptured had played out and corrected itself naturally. Perhaps all of that toxic seed up there had formed some sort of barrier, who knows? The surprise, and my All-time Low point came with the last man, number 20. I hadn’t seen him laying in the bed until I was carried and placed over his desiccating little form as I had been with Stu. This man was seriously on death’s door. If it weren’t for the movement of his eyes, I would have thought he was already dead. He didn’t move or say anything. The only part of his body that moved was his dick which miraculously sprang to life beneath me. David guided him into my cumsloppy whorehole and I gently rocked and rode him. It didn’t take long before I heard him let out a deep sigh as his cock throbbed and spewed it’s toxic seed into me. I closed my eyes and burned that feeling into my memory -nothing quite like feeling someone’s potent AIDS cum filling your ass up. I opened my eyes and looked down . . . and he was gone. I knew right then that I had given him his very final moment of pleasure on this earth. Despite a tiny part of me that told me I should be totally disgusted with my behavior, I once again felt an overwhelming sense of pride that I could do something for him in his final minutes of life, sometime to make him feel pleasure and joy to his dying breath. Something that few men would consider doing. I felt like an Angel. And then it occurred to me, “Fuck, I still have a dead man’s dick in me!” and I really wanted off. I think that David must have sensed my urgency because he was behind me in a flash, extracting the still hard cock from my very sloppy hole. As he’d done with Stu, he entered me from behind while I was leaning over this recently passed man, and fucked me frantically, blasting my ass full of more sick seed within minutes. I think that the perversion of all of it had even pushed him over the edge. He kissed the back of my neck as his cock throbbed it’s final few pulses inside of me, and then slipped out. From there he surprised me by putting a diaper on me instead of a butt plug, and then lifted me off of the bed. I guess at that point my insides were well and truly flooded so no matter what leaked out, I was still going to get pregnant. I got dressed and he led me out of the hospital to the car. Once buckled inside and on the road home, he looked sideways at me. “I can’t believe what a slut you are.” I paused for a second. He didn’t have any disdain in his tone. Was it admiration? “Hey, I only did what you made me do. It all came from your twisted mind,” I teased. “True,” he laughed. “Keep that diaper on for a couple of hours, then take it off and lick up whatever leaks out of that sloppy pighole of yours.” I just sort of raised my eyebrows at him. It’s not like I wouldn’t have done it, anyway, it was just curious that he said it before I thought of it. “On second thought, keep it on until I come over later. I want to watch,” he said with a huge grin.

Just took a load through the gh at bookstore. Just backed up to it. I waited till after he left to leave the booth so would not see what he looked like. He seeded me deep.

Guys who set standards for who they will fuck or who they will let fuck them miss out on a lot of hot sex. In my 20+ years of barebacking some of the hottest sex I've ever had is with guys who don't come anywhere near meeting the model standards set by the porn industry. As a larger guy who is not porn model material I don't judge potential sex partners solely on physical appearance either. In fact, over the the years some of the worst sex I've had has been with hot young twinks who think they're the shit because they have a hot ripped body but are totally clueless about how to fuck and give another man what he needs. It's all about the dick, the fuck, and the the cum. I'd let an ugly man with skill and experience fuck and cum in me any day before I'd choose a hot ripped stud who doesn't have a clue about sexually satisfying another man.

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!

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.

You got it. It's all about your top taking your masculinity and making you his true pussy bitch.

Threw another chapter together for you guys. Hope you like this new twist. Part 5 Between the two of them, I was carried in the air, held up by my ankles and the cock rammed down my throat. The guy who had his cock shoved down my throat walked backward until he was ass against the wall. The guy holding my ankles, who appeared to be in charge now, told a couple of the other guys, “You fuckers each grab one of the bitch’s legs.” I felt my legs being taken by new hands. “Spread his legs for me. When I’m done, you can have what ever is left over.” The guys pulled my legs as wide as they could and I was being held in mid air, about to get fucked. I heard a zipper come down and comments of “Holy shit man. You’re gonna kill him with that.” The guy fucking my throat about screamed and dropped hold of me. That got him a slap from the guy behind me, that echoed off the tile walls. “You little pussy, can’t you do even this right? Hold him up or get the fuck outta here.” The guy whimpered but regained focus and took me under the arms again. I felt the guy step in between my legs and his hands spread my ass open. “So the rumors are true. You are the virgin cum dump that Michael told me about. He said he and another guy both fucked you, dumped their cum in you and you tightened back up each time. You better hope you got enough cum in there because I’m going all in and it’s gonna hurt.” “Should I let the faggot see how big my cock is, or just run up his cunt?” When I shook my head, he laughed and said, “Yeah, I think it’s best to just break you open.” With that, I felt his cock head touch my hole, which was still burning in agony. It didn’t feel that big, compared to some of the other guys, like Marquise from last night. “Don’t get comfortable bitch. It get’s a little bit bigger…” I heard the guys holding my legs chuckle and screamed in agony, around the cock impaled in my throat. My hole ripped open as he speared my ass in one terrifying thrust. It felt like his cock was as big as a baseball bat, both in length and diameter. The last thing I heard was another voice from behind me say, “he’s never gonna sit right again,” before blacking out. I came to unwillingly, as the pain from his initial violation dulled down and was replaced by a repetition of pain as he pounded my ass and slapped the back of my head, forcing me to regain consciousness just as the guy in my throat unloaded. The guy behind me warned the guy in my throat, “Don’t you fuckin think of letting go. You’re not done until I’m through knocking this bitch up.” The guy whimpered, “Yes, Sir.” If I could find some joy in this, it was that boy getting treated like a punk. The guy fucking my ass grabbed my head by the back with a clump of hair and used this angle to increase the intensity of his fuck. I could feel the holes stretched out to accommodate his cock and the pain was relentless, as he found new angles to invade my ass. “I could go for hours in this cunt, but for now, I’m gonna finish up.” His thrusts increased in speed and he grunted loudly, “Yeah, here comes a special treat for you Joey. A big load from my balls, so deep in you, it’s gonna make you pregnant because this cum ain’t cummin back out.” I felt his cock spasm, but could not feel any cum. After he finished, he yanked his cock and what felt like my entire rectum out. “Nice rosebud Joey. Push it back in, because you aren’t done yet.” I reached back and felt my ass hanging out the hole and gently pushed it back in. “Alright boys, like I promised, you get the leftovers. Give him a few seconds and I here he turns back into a virgin.” The guys holding my legs gently set me down, and my mouth slid off the now flaccid cock of the other guy. He started putting his cock away when the guy who fucked me said, “What do you think you’re doing?” The guy froze and looked at him. “I think you need to learn a couple things before you leave here.” The guy shook his head like a scared boy and said, “Lemme go.” I chuckled at his fear and both guys heard me. The guy in front looked down at me, trying to snear at me, but his fear was evident. The guy behind me just said, “Quiet Joey.” I continued to watch, while another cock entered my ass. “What’s your name you wanna be man?” “B-B-Brad.” “Well B-B-Brad, here’s what you need to learn. You want to be a man and make other guys do what you want, like sucking your cock, you don’t really get a good blow job by threatening to knock their teeth out. You have to make them know you’re in charge and more of a man then they are. But I look at you an I don’t see a man. I see a scared boy who wants to be a man.” Brad shook his head, “I-I’m not scared, of, y-you.” Man chuckled and said, “Yes you are boy. You’re scared of what I’m going to do to you or make you do. Now get on your knees.” I felt another load dump in me, and felt the scalding burn as it hit my guts. I didn’t even care that I felt guys swapping out of my hole, I was focused on Brad as he tried to stand his ground. Man turned to the guy that apparently just fucked my cunt and said, “Don’t put that away yet, Brad here has to learn his place.” Brad’s head turned from the Man, the guy who fucked me, and then to me. His eyes looked terrified and pleaded for help. “GET. ON. YOUR. KNEES. NOW BRAD.” With just words and tone, Brad had been broken and he slid down the wall to his knees, his face level with mine. “Joey, it’s your choice. What should I do with little boy Brad here? Turn his wannabe man into a fag like you, only he cleans dirty cocks off. Or should I let him go?” I looked at Brad, his eyes welling up with tears and his mouth pleading, “Please man, I’m not a fag like… I’m sorry. Let me go.” I looked at him and though back to his threats. “Turn him into a fag Sir. Make him clean all the cocks off with his tongue.” The Man, who I still had not seen, laughed and said, “Good choice Joey. Your Sir will be pleased that you made the decision and that you addressed me correctly.” “Brad, open your mouth.” Brad whimpered, the tears flowing, and said, “Please.” “OPEN IT NOW.” As Brad slowly opened his mouth, I watched as a guy walked up to him and told him, “Clean my cock faggot.” Brad choked and gagged as the cock that had just been in my ass, and which was still coated with cum and ass juice, was slid into his mouth. This scene repeated itself over the next hour as each guy that fucked and seeded my ass used Brad to clean off their cocks. To his credit, he apparently was not a fag as he did not seem to ever get interested in his new job.

Part 5 We froze. I could feel Mitch's heart pound in his chest. I instantly felt bad for him. He had so much to lose. Me, I was a nobody, but Mitch could have his whole life ruined right now. I got out from between Mitch's legs, my cock pulling out of his ass, dragging some cum with it. Even though we had been caught, I still tried to cover myself and so did Mitch. From the corner walked a man I didn't immediately recognize. Mitch obviously did as all the blood drained from his face. "Do you want to tell your "friend" who I am, Miller?" the man said. Mitch just stayed silent. "I'm assistant coach Jenkins." he said, looking at me. "You boys are in some deep shit." "Coach...." Mitch started. "Shut up!" He demanded. "You think you can do what you want Miller? You think you're so goddamn special you can just come in here whenever you want so your boyfriend can Fuck you? Does the team know you're a faggot Miller?" "I....I'm not a," "SHUT UP! I know what I saw! You were taking it up the ass like a queer! And you were loving it!" Mitch's eyes welled up with tears and my heart broke for him. "Coach..I...." "I won't tell you again to SHUT UP!" Coach Jenkins walked up to Mitch and stood in his face. "It seems I have the upper hand. You see boy, you seem to forget that nowdays everybody has a camera with them at all times. I saw some lights on in here and came to investigate, and I could hear you boys. So I snuck in to see you on your back, legs spread like a whore, moaning while your boyfriend cornholed you. And I got pictures to prove it." A tear rolled down Mitch's cheek as he realized how fucked he was. "Now here's the thing. I can keep a secret. You're lucky I was the one who caught you. Had another coach caught you, he would have strung you up. But my secret keeping comes at a price." "Yes coach.....whatever you want." "Damn right whatever I want. Now it just so happens I like a nice piece of ass, and you're going to give it too me." Mitch's jaw dropped as he realized what exactly was about to happen. But he didn't say a word. Coach Jenkins started to unbuckle his pants as he said, "take off your gear boy." Mitch nervously removed his pads, cleats, and jockstrap, and stood naked in front of his assistant coach, his face flushing with shame. "Suck me boy!" He said as he dropped his pants and underwear revealing a large, black cock. "I've never sucked a cock..." he started to say. Which is true, he never sucked mine. "DO IT BOY!" Coach Jenkins ordered him. Mitch sank to his knees, trembeling as he took a cock into his mouth for the first time. "Good boy. That's it, suck it boy, get it good and wet." Mitch slobbered on the coaches cock, trying to fit it in his mouth. As the coaches cock grew, I could tell it was larger than even Mitch's cock was. Mitch just tried his best to get it wet. Coach pulled it out of his mouth and said, "get on the bench!" Mitch obediently laid back as the coach moved between his legs. I could see the fear in Mitch's eyes as coach lined his big cock up to the pink hole that leaked a little of my cum. Coach gripped his cock and started to force the head into Mitch's hole. Mitch took a deep breath and grimaced as the coach popped his head past the anal ring. He held it still for a moment, then started to slide all the way in. Mitch continued to breath deep as the coach buried what had to be 10 inches in the tight, pink hole. "Oh yea...." groaned the coach. "Been a long time since I had a nice piece of ass! You've got a nice one Miller!" With that he started to slowly Fuck in and out of Mitch. My cum load provided lube, and soon the coach was sliding his full length in and out, from tip to balls. Mitch started moaning as the coach fucked him. "On yea boy. I knew you'd like my cock. Looks like football isn't your only talent!" I just stood there mesmerized at the spectical in front of me. I couldn't believe how hot it was to watch the man I loved taking a big, black cock, and loving it. To watch that big pole slide in and out, while extasy covered his beautiful face made my own cock rock hard. I wasn't even jealous. I was loving what I was seeing. "Tell me boy." said the coach. "Tell me how much you love it." "Oh God coach. Fuck me. I fucking love it. Give me your big cock!" The coach, encouraged, increased his pace and was soon pounding Mitch's hole as hard as he could. "Take it boy! Take my big black cock like a whore!" "FUCK ME!!" yelled Mitch. "Fuck that hole coach!" "Oh yea boy! Fuckin great pussy! I'm gonna have to fuck it more often. Fuckin great quarterback pussy! I'm cumming boy! Take it whore!" "Give it to me! Give me all you've got! Fill me up!" With that the coach let out a howl and went rigid as he pumped my man full of his cum. He must have cum gallons as I could see cum leaking out down his balls. Coach pulled out of Mitch and wiped his cock off on Mitch's shorts. "Now get out of here boys! And Miller, I'll let you know next time I want a piece of that ass." "Yes coach." Mitch said as we quickly dressed and left the locker room. We walked back to the house in silence, neither of us sure what to say. When we got home I just went to my room and Mitch went to his. It wasn't long before I heard a knock on my door. I opened it and Mitch walked in and sat on my bed. I just sat next to him. "Cole," he began, "I liked it. A lot. I don't know man. Am I gay, or what?" I just looked at him. "I don't know if it's as simple as that. I'm gay. I know that. But maybe you're bi. Or just having fun. Don't sweat it man. You'll figure it out. Just do what feels good." With that, Mitch started kissing me and pulling out clothes off. "I saw how turned on you were as he was fucking me. Did you like watching?" "Yes I did Mitch. It was so hot to see his cock sliding in and out of you, and you enjoying it." "I did enjoy it, it felt awesome. But you know what? As great as it felt, it wasn't you. I like you." My heart almost burst as we kissed passionately and he pulled me into him. My cock quickly found his hole. His wet, well fucked hole, and I eagerly slipped it inside him while he moaned into my mouth. He wrapped his arms and legs around me, engulphing me in his large, muscular frame as I plowed his cum filled hole. Soon I was pumping another load of cum into the quarterback, MY quarterback, as his cock shot off between us, coating our chests and stomachs. After we had calmed down, I went to grab something to wipe us off. " Leave it." Mitch said. "I want it to dry on us while we sleep." He just wrapped his arms around me and held me tight as we drifted off.

Part 3 I woke up late the next morning, a smile on my face. I was in love. I didn't care if Mitch was straight and just wanted a hole to get off in. He had me hooked. My dick was rock hard thinking about my god. I thought about jerking off, but I wanted to save it for tonight. Mitch had said he'd be back tonight, and I hoped with all my heart he would. The house was pretty empty, most everyone was in class, so the main bathroom on the second floor was empty. It was a large bathroom. Along one wall was a row of 5 sinks. The opposite side had two toilets and two urinals. The back wall had a large shower with 4 shower heads. I had the shower to myself this morning and I enjoyed a nice hot one, not feeling rushed. My face was under the warm flow when......SMACK! Mitch had joined me in the shower and announced his presence with a hard slap on my wet ass. "Sup bitch?" he laughed at me. "You're late for class. Did I wear you out last night?" I felt myself blush at his comment. "It will take more than that, fucker." I retorted. "Oooooo, sounds like a challenge." he mocked me. "I've got lots of stamina......and cum." I laughed as I tried not to stare at his naked, wet body as he soaped himself up. He noticed and slyly let the soap pop out of his hand. "Oops.....dropped the soap." he teased, bending over very slowly to pick it up, diplaying his perfect ass to me in all it's glory. Oh god he was evil! As he stood up and turned to me. "I love to piss in the shower," he whispered to me as he started to let go a flow. "No since wasting water in a toilet when it just goes down the drain." He moved toward me and aimed his pissing dick right on my crotch. That did it. My dick sprung up instantly, much to my embarrassment. God I hoped another brother didn't walk in right now. "Looks like you like that." he grinned. "Ok, knock it off idiot! What if someone comes in?" I was truely worried about getting caught. "No one's here." he said as he moved behind me and aimed his piss right on my asshole. I moaned a bit at his brazenness. He reached around and squeezed my hard cock. "Dude! Not here!" I loudly whispered as I elbowed him in his stomach. His rock hard stomach. He just laughed and moved under his showerhead. "Chicken." "Yea I am." I laughed. I couldn't help it. I know he was just being goofy. He wouldn't really risk his own reputation. We turned the showers off and grabbed our towels. I quickly dried off and pulled my underwear on hoping it would help hide my hard on in case someone walked in. I decided to grab my stuff and head out of there. I knew if I stayed and watched him shave, I'd be a puddle, so I made my exit. "I gotta go, get to class." "All right bitch. Be ready for tonight." he winked at me, giving my ass another slap on the way out. Classes were lost on me that day. My head was only in one place. Mitch. How did I get so lucky? He could have anybody. Was he really gay, or just experimenting, or what? Maybe he was bi. All I know is I would cherish every moment for as long as it lasted. And I promised myself I wouldn't let him break my heart, no matter what. He showed up at dinner looking unshowered again after practice. He knew the smell of him drove me crazy. Tonight he sat next to me at the table, making sure I was able to smell him well. It was heaven just sitting next to him. After dinner Mitch and a few of the guys went to have some beers over at Theta Beta. I was invited but stayed home to study. Yea, I'm a nerd. It was getting late when I went to bed. I don't know why I even tried to sleep. I knew I was just going to wait up for him. God I hoped he showed up. He had said he was, but he went out, and maybe he was staying out. Maybe he hooked up with a chick. I was starting to drive myself crazy when my door opened. He stood there with his finger to his lips. "Shhhh....be vewy qwiet." he said imitating Elmer Fudd. "I'm hunting faggots..." I laughed as he shut the door. He pulled his shirt off as he approached the bed, sitting at the foot of it. He swung his legs up so his feet were next to my head. "Take my shoes and socks off." I did as told, pulling off his sneakers, then his white socks, leaving his bare feet next to my face. He placed one foot over my nose and I breathed in the heavenly aroma of his sweaty feet. My cock sprung up as I inhaled his smell like it was a drug. "Lick them." he instructed me. I stuck out my tongue and ran it from his heel, across his arch, and up to his toes. He moaned at the touch and I went crazy. I licked every inch of his big, jock feet. I sucked his toes and licked between them, cleaning every bit of the days sweat off them while he moaned and encouraged me. Pulling his feet away, I whimpered a bit at the loss. He pulled his shorts off and grabbed my arm, pulling me to him, pushing my head to his cock. I happily opened my mouth to accept him. I started to suck, but he told me to hold still. Then it started. A hot flow of piss filling my mouth. I just swallowed it down, gulping desperately, not wanting to waste a single drop. "Oh man that feels good. You love that don't you bitch? You like drinking my piss, you dirty faggot." I just moaned my agreement as he emptied his beer filled bladder down my throat. When he finished he kept his cock in my mouth and started pumping it in and out. Like last night he pushed it balls deep down my throat. I relaxed and took it, massaging it with my throat as best I could. His moans told me I was doing a good job. Soon he was giving me his hot load. He pulled out of my throat and shot into my mouth so I could really taste him. His cum tasted like honey to me. I swallowed down his copious load. As soon as he finished he pushed me back on the bed and grabbed my vaseline. "I know you fucked me the other night. Now I want to know if I like it." Holy shit! He was going to take my cock! He greased up my throbbing shaft and his asshole, then straddled my stomach. He grabbed my cock and placed the tip at the enterence to his amazing ass. He slowly sat on it, pausing for a moment when I first entered him, then slid down the length of my 7 incher. "Ooooohhhhh fuck." he moaned as he hit the bottom. "That feels amazing!" He placed his hands on my chest and started to ride up and down on my pole. "Oh God yes! Oh Jesus! That is so good. Fuck!" After he rode me for a couple of minutes, I got bold and pushed him backwards off me. He knew what I wanted as I crawled between his legs and he grabbed his ankles, spreading his ass open. I grabbed his trunk like thighs and slammed my dick right up his shitter. His eyes rolled back in his head as he let out a long, low moan. "Whose the faggot now bitch?" I taunted him. "You like that don't you?" I pounded him as hard as I could. "Look at the quarterback taking it like a bitch!" "Oh God Cole....Fuck me man! Do it!" I pounded him for as long as I could before I blew a huge load in his guts. Mitch just grabbed my ass and pulled me into him as much as he could while I shot over and over into him. I lay back spent, but didn't have time to rest. Mitch had my legs in the air and the vaseline on his cock before I could blink. He pushed his hard cock deep into me in one thrust. I cried out in pain but he just put his mouth on mine and silenced me. That's how the Fuck went. Not a word. Just him kissing me deep and hard while he deep dicked me, our bodies slapping together. He didn't even pull his mouth off when he came, he just grabbed my lower lip between his teeth and bit it as he filled my guts with his juice. He collapsed on the bed next to me, and soon started snoring. I didn't try to wake him. I just pulled his arm over my body and snuggled into him and slept.

Part 3: My dad said that when my mom died, it was Sam’s idea to get me over here and to initiate me into the family. Sam wanted me to be part of the family and the only way to be truly part of the family was to be converted as he had done with his own son James. As with me, James grew up with his parents divorced but he had lived with his father Sam and didn’t have much of a relationship with his mother. Sam had suspected that James might be gay as he matured into an adult but didn’t have 100% confirmation until the summer after he had turned 19. Sam came back early from a business trip home and came into his house to see James on his hands and knees being plowed by his friend, Jamal . Sam watched this for a few minutes before announcing himself to both of them by coming into the room naked and hic cock dripping with precum. Before James could say anything sam stopped him and said if you are going to fuck in my place then you need to share your friend with me. James’s buddy started shooting into James at the sound of that and once he finished cumming, Sam immediately replaced him and started plowing his son. James was in heaven taking Sam’s cock and before he knew it Sam was blowing his load into James. What James didn’t know yet was that he had just taken his first toxic load. Over the course of the next few hours Sam plowed both James and his buddy a couple of more times giving each of them their first toxic loads. Later that evening Sam and James talked and James confessed that he had been looking for a chance to play with his dad as he had seen his dad fuck other guys before but never thought he would get the chance. James said that he has always been attracted to guys and Jamal was the first guy he had been with. Sam asked him why James didn’t use a condom and James simply said that he didn’t like latex. When Same asked if James was ready to accept the possibility of becoming positive from barebacking he said that he hadn’t thought about it but he couldn’t fuck using condoms. Sam decided then that he wanted to poz James and that my dad should be part of the conversion. Sam decided that he was going to introduce my dad to James and show how close a family should be. The next weekend Sam told James that he was going to meet my Dad and that there were going to show James how to fuck and be fucked properly. My dad who was still adjusting to the news of being poz jumped at the chance to be part of James’s pozzing and initiation into their new family. My dad met James for the first time when he came to Sam’s place and immediately started kissing James. Not a kiss on the cheek but a deep passionate kiss and both started to undress each other. My dad slowly pushed James onto the couch and then began to rim and finger his ass as Sam watched. Slowly my dad using his sharp finger nails roughed up James’s ass and once he saw his fingers were red my dad took his cock and lined it up to James’s hole and plunged in. James was in heaven as my dad fucked him hard and fast for the next twenty minutes before my dad exploded into his tight hole. Before James could recover, Sam replaced my dad to fuck his son and this continued all weekend. By Monday morning when James had to go back to class he had taken 20+ poz loads. It was about two weeks later that James came down with the fuck flu. Sam and my dad nursed him through it and then told him it was time for him to embrace being toxic and he should start breeding his friends like Sam and my dad did to him. James had something change in him that day as he realized he needed to breed others and he wanted someone to be with that would share that desire. When my dad and Same talked about bringing me into the family, James got superhard thinking about having a brother that he could play with and use to help breed Sam suggested to James that I could be someone James would have a deep connection with but he would need to help foster it and bring me over to seeing the benefits of being a nasty toxic pig. Next time – James, Sam and my dad show me the way forward

Part 10 – Turning of the Screw “It’s time for you to spread your cunt, bitch.” My mind was a haze, what just happened? I’d been raped twice, taken both their loads. As my mind cleared, I could still remember a second rape, but there was only brief snippets of what happened the second time. “Stand up, bitch. The guys out there are getting very impatient, they want their turn in that cunt.” I stood upright, getting a little light headed from being bent over. I moved closer to the wall as the sadistic, black mailer unlocked my cuffs. “Now, we’re gonna get you ready for your first service.” After removing the cuffs, he unbuckled the gag and the blindfold and removed them from my head. “You won’t be needing those anymore, will you cunt?” I looked at him and said, “I’m not a cunt. My name is Joey.” The man looked at me and chuckled. “Whatever you say, whore. The way you spread that ass so willingly and took my load so willingly, without asking my status. You’re a whore, you little punk.” “Fuck y-,” is what I tried to say. Before I could say it, a fist was delivered straight to my gut. I doubled over in pain, only to have my head yanked up by the hair. “I am enjoying your misery and will enjoy causing you any type of physical pain I can imagine. Feel free to mouth off to me any time you want. Every time you do, I get to punish you. The great thing that you’ve received is that you will feel that pain, but there will be no damage visible. Although that nose and eye are going to remain visible since the damage occurred before the change.” “Now stand the fuck up, you little whore.” I stood back up and looked him in the eyes, “I’m not a whore.” “Whatever you say. You’re first job begins now. Each man out there is paying $50 to fuck your ass and dump a load in you. Great thing for them? That $50 covers as many fucks and loads as they want to give you. In fact, there is one very special man out there who paid $100 to have the privilege of fucking you first.” “Please don’t make me do this. Haven’t you already done enough to me? You already raped me and probably gave me your fucking disease. And, I can’t remember what else, but there was a second guy too.” “Your stuff is there, right where you left it. You can get dressed and leave now.” I grabbed the bag, and he was telling the truth. I grabbed my clothes and got dressed, never taking my eyes off of him. I finished dressing and walked towards the door. “Joey.” I turned to him and he smiled at me and simply said, “You know you have no say in this.” “Fuck you, you sick faggot.” I walked out the door. I thought I was going to go to my car, but for some reason I was walking towards the trucks. I stopped and stared down the walkway that paralleled the truck parking spaces and took my shirt off. It’s a warm night. I walked down the walkway, moving further from my car. I could hear whistles and catcalls from the truckers, could even hear some of them getting out. “Yeah, boy, take the pants off too,” “Show us that fine ass of yours.” “Fuck you, faggots.” “Did you hear that guys, this stupid little whore called US faggots. He’s the one walking around, showing off that ass.” One of the truckers who got out, a black guy about 6’4” and looking to weigh about 250, walked toward me. I stepped back, but could not move fast enough. A punch to the jaw, sent me sprawling to the ground, followed by a booted foot to my side. “Get away from you fucking nigg…” the boot that kicked my side was now delivering a stomp to my crotch. “Watch your mouth boy. That kind of talk will get you into a lot of trouble.” I was writhing in pain from the kick and the stomp. “Get up punk.” I lay on the ground, focusing on the pain. “GET. THE. FUCK. UP. BITCH.” I rolled on to my side, then on my hands and knees. I reached out to the guy, to try and pull myself up. He saw this and turned so that I grabbed his crotch. “Yeah, faggot, I knew that’s what you wanted. That’s why you’re out here.” He reached down, grabbed me by the hair and pulled me, dragging me to a table in the middle of the rest stop. “Take off your pants, bitch. We’ve been promised some good pussy tonight.” “Please, don’t do this to me. I’m not a faggot. Please, let me go…” He looked at me, smiled an evil grin, and said, “I don’t care if you’re a faggot or not. Your ass is ours tonight, until we’re done.” With that, he reached around to the back of my pants and tore them from the waist, down to the ass. “TAKE THE FUCKING RAG OFF NOW. Before I break another rib.” I began to cry, whimpering “please…” as I reached down, pushed the shredded sweats down and stepped out of them. The black man reached down to my crotch, and covered it completely with his right hand. Using his grip, which felt like it was crushing my cock and balls, he pushed me back, until my knees hit a table. “Lay down, whore. I wanna watch your face as I rape that queer ass. Although, you’re a faggot, so is it really rape when you love taking it up the ass?” And he laughed as he pushed me down. “Slow down Marquise, you don’t get to go first.” I looked over and the guy from the restroom was staring down at me. “What the fuck man, thought this cunt was open game.” “It’s open game, but there is one man here who gets first shot at fucking this little bitch. Don’t worry about him getting loose though, he’s gonna be tight as he is now, for the rest of the night. Even after you get through with him.” “Fuck man, I want this bitch to spread for me, but I’ll follow the rules.” “You ready, man?” the bathroom guy called out. Soon, there were men surrounding me, I couldn’t see how many, but there were a lot. “Please don’t do this. I’m not a fag.” The guys laughed, some taunted me, but soon the guys at my feet parted and the guy who would apparently fuck me first, walked through. The guy moved closer into the light, and my gut dropped as his face came clearer. “Joey, you fucking little queer.” The bathroom guy smiled and looked at the guy. “Hey little brother, I told you this little bitch was a fucking cum hungry queer pussy boy.” “You fucking disgust me Joey. Letting my brother fuck you in the bathroom, taking his load in your cunt. If I’d known this is what you were, you’d never have been on the team.” “Please Coach, get me out of here. I’m not a queer, I don’t want this.” “Get you out of here? Bitch I watched you take my brother’s cock up that pussy. I’m gonna get a little piece of that ass before we turn you over to the other guys. But don’t worry boy, I’m not gonna kick you off the team. No, I think you’re gonna have a new role as the cum rag mascot for the other guys. They win, they get to use you.” “Marquise, was it? Can you do me a favor? Hold this little bitch’s legs up so I can get in that cunt?” For the third time that night, a zipper was pulled down and a cock was taken out to fuck my cunt. My legs were pulled to my chest, leaving my ass an open target. “How many loads did he take? Should I lube up?” Coach’s brother told him, “He’s got two loads in him. He doesn’t get any lube other then the cum in his pussy.” I felt coach move between my legs, his thick cock head touching my hole. “Here cums your next cock, faggot.” I screamed out loud as he ripped into my ass. My hole should have been loose after the first two fuckers, but it felt like I was losing my virginity again. “NOOOO. Take it out, I can’t take it.” The guys all around only laughed. “Fuck that pussy.” “Rape his cunt.” “Breed his ass.” “Let his legs go Marquise. I want him to hold them himself.” The coach’s brother took one of my hands, Marquise took the other, and moved them to the back of my knees. “Spread those legs wide bitch. You’ve got about 60 guys to go after Coach is down plowing that cunt.” He leaned down to look me in the face, and said, “Open your eyes, princess.” I opened them and looked at him, struggling through the agony of the cock raping my ass. “Each time you get fucked, each time a new cock rips into that hole? You’re gonna feel like it’s the first time. It will hurt like a son of a bitch each time. And each time you take a load, you’re gonna feel the scalding hot cum burn into your ass. This will never be something you like. But we’re going to love raping you over and over again.” He reached down with his mouth, stuck out his tongue and lightly licked up a tear from my cheek. “I can taste your pain. So can your Master.” The fucking that I was getting from the coach increased in intensity. He was long dicking me, shoving his cock deep into my guts. “Oh fuck, I’m about ready to shoot. Do you want my load Joey? You want that hot cum deep in your pussy?” I looked at the coach, feeling his cock pound in and out of my cunt. “Tell me you want me to shoot my cum in your cunt. Let me hear you beg for it.” I glared at him, “I’m not a cunt you sick faggot.” I spat directly in the coach’s face, “I don’t want your cum in me. I’m not a queer.” Coach wiped his face off, and reached down and slapped my face as hard as he could. “You’re a faggot, on his back, legs up and taking my cock up your ass. You may not want it, but here it cums.” His speed increased, as did the pain. “Here’s my first load for you, you little whore.” He spat in my face as his cock began shooting his load in my guts. As his brother promised, I felt each scalding blast of cum as it shot into my ass. “Yeah, bitch take his load.” “Breed him.” “Knock him up.” Chanting from the guys surrounding me egged the coach on as he continued to pump his cum in me. Even after he wasn’t shooting anything more, he kept fucking me. “Don’t wreck his hole, we want some too.” Coach slowly came back down to earth and pulled his cock out of my ass. My hole felt like it was on fire and I could feel the cool air briefly in my open pussy. This lasted only a second or two, before I heard one guy mutter, “Holy fuck. This queer is something good. His hole just closed back up.” Marquise and the coach switched places. “Open that mouth Joey. You need to clean my cock off.”

Part 7 I heard footsteps coming towards me, and I knew it was going to happen again. “How’s the little bitch doing? Did he enjoy his first breeding?” This was a new voice, but something seemed familiar. “Oh, he says he didn’t, but he was rock hard and dripping. And he lost a little of my seed, so he had to be punished. Hope you don’t mind the damage. He might have a broken nose and the workings of a black eye.” “That’s fine. This little bitch has been teasing for so long with that hard jock ass parading around here. And even more when he’s in the locker room. Strutting around showing off that ass and then acting like a pure little angel and not spreading his ass. It’s about time he learns his lesson.” “With what you’re about to shove up him, he’s gonna learn more than just a lesson.” “He’s gonna be seeing stars when this rips him open. Did you spoil the fun and tell him?” “Yeah, wanted to see his reaction when he learned he was taking my poz load. But there’s more to tell.” “Oh, you didn’t tell him the best part?” “No, Sir. I’m not looking to piss you off and face your wrath. I’m not that stupid, more than 3-4 times.” Both men laughed as they talked about me like I wasn’t there. “Boy, you flatter me. You know I love giving you the wrath. And you know you love feeling it ripping into your ass.” Without any warning, my head was again yanked back by the hair. “Pretty soon Joey, you’ll learn that you love being on your knees in front of men, spreading that ass for any man to fuck that sloppy cunt and add another load of cum to your guts. But I really hope you don’t like it. Because then it will be even more fun to watch you be a bitch for every man to use and abuse, each cock another reminder that you are nothing. Nothing but a pussy for men, a cunt who is so worthless you can’t even get knocked up. A sloppy, stretched out, gaping hole that will take fists, cocks, piss, and what ever a guy wants to put up there. How’s that sound?” I tried looking in what I thought his direction and shaking my head. “Keep fighting boy, it’ll make me enjoy your destruction and humiliation even more. It’ll make seeing you walk around campus more fun to see you go from a proud, macho jock, to a depraved cum dump, looking around for you next deposit. And the best part? You may never realize who I am and what I will be telling people about you. You’re gonna be our new campus whore. Bending over any time, any where, prepping for another fuck. Another load of cum.” Why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this? The voice moved, and said, “Boy, pin his head to the wall. I want him to see what’s cumming.” My head was again shoved into the wall, again to face the camera. I heard some shuffling and then the tell tale zipper rasp again. A deep grunt was soon followed by, “Sir, did you go bigger again?” A muffled response of, “Yes” was followed by, “Take his blindfold off.” Again, the blindfold was loosened and dropped to hang around my neck. “Look at me Joey. Look into your reckoning.”

Part 3 I turned to the stall door and placed my hand on the lock. I knew that if I opened the lock, there was no turning back. I was giving my ass and my virgin asshole over to the whim of a guy who I had only seen once two nights ago. A guy whose name I didn’t even know. My only hope was that after he got what he wanted, he’d let me go. Slowly, but with what sounded like the tolling of a death bell, I turned the lock and swung the door open. I saw a guy walking out of the bathroom and he turned and looked at me as I opened the door. He looked at me and spat, “faggot” and walked out. I became even more disgusted with myself as I turned around and walked to the opposite stall wall. I pulled the blindfold down and tightened the strap. I stood there for what felt like hours, but was probably only seconds when I felt a hand brush my ass. I jumped at the touch but was immediately shoved into the wall. “He was right about your ass. He’s gonna have a lot of fun breaking you down boy.” I didn’t recognize the voice, but I could smell cigarette smoke and sweat on him. I felt the guy grab my cuffed wrist and lift it up. He chuckled, “I see you think you could get away with a fake cuffing. Let me help you with that.” He tightened the cuff slowly, click by click, until it was just tight around my wrist. “We don’t want your throwing wrist to get hurt now do we, Joey?” I turned in the direction of his voice, realizing that whoever set me up for this knew a lot more. I tried to say something, to beg for him to let me go, but all that came out was a muffled gurgle of words. A sharp slap to my right cheek, and the direction, “Face the wall, bitch.” I felt tears in my eyes, from pain of the slap, fear of what I had gotten myself into and the humiliation of being called a bitch. I felt my wrist get pulled back down and I was told, “Take hold of the railing,” which I did. My left wrist was grabbed and the second cuff was attached, one click looser than the right one. “Try and pull away,” the unknown man told me. I tried and discovered that cuffs were locked in around the handrail, leaving me nowhere to go. I felt hand at my waist and was directed to step backwards. I stepped back until I was as far as my arms would let me go. I also realized that my ass was touching something rough and hard which was soon shoved forward. Realizing what it was, the guy just grunted, “Damn I wish I could fuck you. My dick is hard, but I’m sure you realize that.” A chuckle and a smack on my left cheek, the guy reached down and grabbed the paper bag that had my escape in it. “I’ll be holding on to these for you. I’ll let him know you’re ready, but I’m sure he’s been watching.” I heard him walk out and warn someone, “ No touching. That bitch in there is His property.” Who the fuck is this guy that I’m somehow so low that I am property of? I heard guys walk in and they’d make comments like, “Damn, love to dump in that ass,” or “Disgusting queer.” All the comments made me cry more and wish that I had left earlier, or never came here years ago. Finally, there was a sound of a guy walking in that sounded different, like boots or a commanding walk. There was no comment made, and the sound got louder and louder which made me realize the wait was over. The hell was about to begin. “Spread your legs you little faggot. Let me see that cunt you wouldn’t give me.” I took a few steps apart, and he only said, “Wider faggot.” I stepped further apart, starting to get sore. “Stupid punk, you’re gonna learn the hard way.” I felt his foot touch my right foot and with more ease than should be possible, he moved my right foot another foot away my left, leaving me precariously balanced. “There’s that little pussy. I’m going to love wrecking it. How many times you been fucked queer? That hot ass is probably pretty popular with the guys at your school.” I shook my head and tried to say something. “What do you mean? Your ass isn’t popular or, wait. You’re not a virgin are you?” I slowly nodded my head. “Holy Jesus Fuckin Christ. You serious? You never taken a cock up that fine hole?” On saying that, he put a finger on my hole, causing me to try and pull away. A hard slap on my ass, and a warning, “Don’t you ever pull away from me bitch. It’s only gonna make it worse for you.” I squealed around the ball gag and nodded my head. “That’s a good little bitch. By the way, you can scream as loud as you want with that ball gag. It’s kept many sluts quiet while I destroy their holes.” I felt his hands reach up and touch the back of my head. “let me tighten that up, don’t want you letting it out of that fine mouth of yours.” “Now, let’s get down to the real reason you’re here. You came here tonight because you know you need to get fucked. You know you’ve been fighting this need for years. I’ve seen you here, showing that hot little ass of to all the truckers. Teasing them with it, but never letting them break you in to the little faggot cum dump you know you really are. Isn’t that true?” I shook my head vigorously, denying his accusations. “What do you mean no? Then why did you ask me Friday night, no beg me, to do this? You hit me up online, begging me to set this up? Make me get the handcuffs from a cop, to lock you up so you couldn’t change your mind again? Beg me for the blindfold so you could pretend you didn’t know me? And the ball gag, since you said you were gonna scream when I rammed my dick up your ass?” I shook my head again. “And you asked me to record this so you could have a video of you being turned out like a little whore, taking my raw cock in your boi pussy?” Oh god, what had I gotten myself into? He was recording this? Cum dump? I love swallowing cum, but that’s it. I was never going to get fucked without a condom and never take a load in my ass, even with a condom. I wasn’t that kind of guy.

I was having a difficult time falling asleep last night. Finally, at about 2am, I gave up and got on Grindr. There was a hot guy online that lived about 1 mile from me. I clicked on his profile. Hot pic of a 40 year old, buff, muscled jock type guy. I was sure he wouldn't be interested in me. However in just a few minutes I had received a message from him. He said his partner was fast asleep. And he was horny to get blown or to fuck. I messaged him back that I was up to do both with him. We swapped some pics and he told me to come over. He gave me his address. Yes, he was close by. His instructions were that his partner would be upstairs, asleep, knocked out by ambien. So, as long as we were fairly quiet we could play in his garage. He told me to message him on Grindr when I arrived at his house. And he would have the side door to the garage unlocked. I quickly dressed and drove to his home. I sent the message that I had just parked. And I walked to the side of the garage. I found the door unlocked and walked inside. The garage was dark, except for a small night light he had plugged into a wall socket. It was a 3 car garage. 2 stalls filled with their autos. The other stall used for garden tools and storing their patio furniture for the winter. This buff stud was seated in one of his patio chairs. He was totally naked, except for the flip flops on his feet. At his feet he had placed some patio cushions for me to kneel on. "Over here" he whispered. I closed the door and walked to him. I pulled my poppers from my pockets as I knelt before him. I took a deep sniff of my poppers then leaned forward and took his hard 7" cock in my mouth. Though he was already hard, I could feel him harden even more as I sucked up and down his shaft. I licked his balls and sucked on each one of the. Then I licked under his balls. He lifted his legs and held them against him. Exposing his asshole to me. I licked his puckered hole. Then slipped my tongue up inside him. He liked that. I ate his ass for awhile. Then went back to sucking on his balls. Finally, he put his legs down and I returned to sucking his cock. After a few minutes he said, "Let me fuck you". Without needing to be asked twice, I rose and stripped off my clothes. "Over here on the lounge chair", he motioned. I walked over to the lounge and knelt down on the edge of it. He stepped up behind me. He spit a couple of times on my ass and pushed the saliva up inside my hole. Then he put his cockhead up to my hole and spit down onto his cock. Then he slowly guided his cockhead into me. I was taking deep breaths of poppers as he entered me. Once he had slid balls deep into me, he started to pump. I was moaning, but he told me to be quiet. He didn't want his partner to find us out here. In silence he continued to fuck me as I kept poppering myself up. He thrusts were getting harder and deeper. The only sound now was his crotch slamming against my ass. About 10 minutes of fucking, finally produced a low, but soft growl from his as he emptied his balls into my raw asshole. My ass muscles milked every drop I could from his cock. Then he finally withdrew. "Thanks. I'll lock the door behind you", was all he said. I dressed and left the garage the way I came in. Got in my car and was back home in 5 minutes. The fuck made me definitely ready to sleep. I rolled into bed and fell fast asleep. I woke up the next morning, feeling great. My sheets were wet from his load of cum that had been dripping from my ass all night. I loved the smell of cum on my sheets. I'll definitely be looking for him on Grindr on those sleepless nights I sometimes get.

If I'm at a sauna one load in my hole is never enough. A sloppy hole is such a big turn-on for most guys that with one load inside I can go to the dark room and I'm sure to get another one. What I really like is to get more than one load, but one right after the other. Once at Steamworks Toronto in one of the dark rooms I got 3 loads, one right after other. One would pull out and the other would go right in. Amazing.

I visited the local adult bookstore tonight. This handsome slender guy, probably in his mid-40s, kept walking nervously in and out of the booths, pausing in ones that did not have a gloryhole. After chasing him around for 20 minutes, he finally went into an adjoining booth that had a gloryhole. He teased me by sitting far from the gloryhole and jerking his cock. Then, suddenly, he stood up and aimed his dick at the gloryhole. His cock was so thick it barely squeezed through the hole. It must have been at least 8" long. I sucked his cock for 15 minutes, and he didn't seem any closer to coming. So I spit in my hand, lubed up his cock, and slid his thick raw cock up my ass. He thrust hard in and out for about a minute before he bred my ass. When he pulled out, he was still shooting cum, and it landed on my crack and legs. I felt my loaded hole and the massive amount that had coated my insides. This was the hottest fuck I can ever remember. The most cum I have ever received from one guy.

I hook up with a school lecturer on growlr and I brought him home to play He is a cubby muscled , nerdy with spec, He tried to play safe, but as his tool was too thick for the condom(that applied great pressure on his tool), he got soft from wearing condom He looked horny and disappointed , I lub his raw dick , on the pretext of massaging his dick And I climbed towards him and cuddle with him with my lubed ass teasing his dick And he got too high and just slid in raw! And he pumped hungrily like a starved cave man and gave me a warm load which I kept it inside me the entire day

What I did was stupid, and I knew it. But by not articulating the obvious, I could keep things in suspense in a way, making the oh-so-real threat seem less tangible, somehow blurry and far away, as if it had nothing to do with me. I should have stopped him, but I didn't, somehow couldn't. And you're right, PozfetishPig, I was helpless in a way, but not like most people would expect. It wasn't like I was at his mercy, tied up or held down, forced to surrender to whatever he had planned for me. Sure, he was on top of me, holding my lank, boyish legs spread wide with his paw-like hands, while his fat bare dick was sawing in and out of my teenaged pussy. But I could have asked him to pull out and let me go anytime and - call me naive - I'm 100% sure he would have complied, if I'd asked him to. Though his big cock and towering body was totally dominating me, I never felt like I had given up control, which makes my reaction even harder to explain. You know, I was free to go and I wasn't drunk or on drugs either. My mind was clear, the meaning of that tattoo obvious and I knew the only reasonable thing to do - but for some reason I couldn't make myself do it. I had to ask him to pull out, had to better ask him soon, but each time his fat mancock was sliding back into me, bottoming out inside my sore rectum, I was telliing myself 'Just once more, oh my God, just once more'. I yelped each time he was hitting ground, his cock was hurting my insides, my hole way to small to properly accomodate its girth, but I just couldn't imagine a world in which this fat, throbbing intruder was not ravaging my boypussy. Or, probably more accurate, I didn't want to imagine it. Of course I knew where this was leading, that I would end up with a big load of this guy's poz cum deep inside my guts if I didn't act soon. But though he was hurting me, I had this strange feeling that I was born to be hurt like that, to have strangers abuse me like that. 'One more thrust, just let him hurt you once more'. And before I really knew it, one more thrust had proved to be one too many and I felt his cock expanding inside me, throbbing fiercely as his poz load was coating my insides.

So we were both tired had an argument but it had been a week since we fucked. I woke up after the nap and he was still sleeping and I started kissing him, he was moaning and kissing back. He sucked my cock and I thought I was going to blow my load then. He pulled off his underwear, smeared my cock with lube shoved some in his hole. I knew he wasnt clean but it had been a week, I started to pump my dick in his hole and in less then three minutes I breed his hairy ass. Yes it smelled a little but I sure did give him a 7 day load. I love unplanned sex.

I dont like either if top unconditionally requires cleaned out hole, but of course i take a shit before i go to see top. I dont mind if my cock get dirty after when im fucking. Thats propably because im into shitplay, but i also understand that me dick might get dirty sometimes.

I rarely clean my hole out... I keep a clean diet here, and 99% of the time, there's no issue. If there is, we deal with it. I mean, come on.... it's an asshole, even with a perfect clean out, there's a chance that you're going to hit something every now and again. I really only clean out when it's a part of what we're doing.... either you're giving me an enema, or pissing up my ass, or something like that.... outside of that, I really don't clean out

I fucking love the scene where he fucks Ian Jay and gets by Brad MacQuire at the same time.

This guy is my role model!

I'd breed that sweet little Asian hole, Charlie!