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All about love (Part 1) Sometimes we open our eyes and we realize we are alone in this world. Lucius was in a world of his own. He had learnt what it meant to love and lose. When he was four years of age he lost his Daddy in a fatal car accident. One morning the man kissed his boy good-bye, telling him he loved him, only never to return. Then Lucius learnt what it meant to live with a desperate and depressed mother, who couldn’t get over her husband’s sudden death. More and more she fell into a state of weakness and one night, he was six years old, she kissed her son good night and told him she loved him. The next morning he found her not moving in her lonely bed. His grandmother took him in and tried to replace his father and his mother. She gave him all the love she had, to make up for the loss he had to endure in his young life, only to die of a heart attack when the boy was ten years old and attending school. The police and a DHS worker picked him up from his class, explaining he could never go back to Nana’s home and that her last words were, that she loved him. Then he took a journey from one foster home to another, but never did he stay long. He knew what it meant, to rely on the grown-ups and then to be abandoned by them, so he decided it would be best, not to show any emotions and he made himself intolerable. When he reached the age of sixteen he ran away from yet another foster home and lived on the streets, doing everything in the book to earn money, but before long he started to steal stuff from shops to sell them on the street - to buy himself food. Then he burglarized the homes of others to get money for drugs. And then he sold his body for another shot of heroin. One night he was in a club, he begged his dealer for some dope. He promised he would pay him in a couple of days but he needed a shot now. His dealer wouldn’t give him the shit for free, but then he told Lucius, that he might had a job offer for him. He would know people who might take him in and supply him with smack, if Lucius would agree to work for them. Lucius, now 18 years old, was shaking badly. Although he used the drug for a while, he still looked quite attractive. Of course it was inevitable that in time his body would give in to the ravishes of the drugs, and he would assume the look of a typical wasted junky, but at this point the only suggestions of the addiction was a certain vacant expression in his eyes and the fact that he was extremely thin. His pusher drove him to a rundown house on the bad side of the town. After he knocked at the back door they entered a filthy complex but didn’t care to look around much. He needed a shot urgently. Another guy, his name was Cole, was sitting in one of the rooms and listened to Lucius’ story. You could see in his cold eyes no sign of sympathy. He explained to the twink, that nothing in life would come for free. Since time was running up Lucius didn’t even care, what kind of work he had to do. He was in need for his next fix now. Cole stood up and walked towards Lucius. He stood in front of the kid and looked down at him. He massaged his dick through his fabrics and asked him, to show how much he really needed this shit. Lucius understood immediately and opened Cole’s pants. He grabbed the hardened dick and started kissing the leaking dick head. His tongue made love to the pushers piss slit and cleaned it thoroughly. He sucked the dick into his mouth like there was no tomorrow. He jacked this guy’s cock off while giving him a good old blow job. The pimp started face fucking poor young Lucius’ to check his gag reflex obviously. Soon the pimp reached his climax and shot his load down the boy’s throat - who swallowed the semen, like a whore. Cole turned around and handed the pusher some money and told him then to piss off. Turning back to Lucius’ he called two of his men and ordered them to drag Lucius to the room 18. There should be a free mattress. Lucius looked at him begging him for his shot and he barked to his men to give him a fix and then let the Johns use his new merchandise, to keep the money cash flowing. When they entered the room, there were 5 mattresses on the floor. On 3 there were guys involved in some heavy fuck actions. Young guys, like himself, were being fucked by older males. They didn’t even look up, as the three entered the room and moved to one of the free mattresses. “Take off your pants and short” one guy ordered. Lucius undressed completely and looked at both guys like a puppy in need. One guy left for a short while, only to come back with a needle and a syringe and other stuff. They gave him the urgently needed shit and left him dozing off at the filthy mattress. Not long after that, a trucker entered the room. He looked around and saw three whores already taken, but then he discovered the ‘sleeping beauty’ Lucius and started to unbutton his jeans. He grabbed his 8 inch dick and jacked it off, then he went down on Lucius who hardly recognized the guy approaching him. “How old, bitch?” he asked Lucius. Lucius tried to focus on the intruder, but he wouldn’t reply really. He was so high, that he didn’t complain about the guy pushing Lucius’ legs up and spreading it so far away, that his hole was accessible. ‘Fucking drug addicts’ the trucker thought and jammed his cock into the defenseless boy. He made a grunting sound. Although Lucius had whored around before, he was still tight, because he never exceeded in getting fucked by guys. “Tight bitch” the trucker moaned. His dick felt like being snipped off, by the tight boy’s anal passage. He had to work hard to get his whole cock into this narrow whore. He felt his body being used distantly and knew he should fight against it, but he didn’t care. His legs were tightly pressed against his chest. The trucker used the hollow of the knees to hold him down and use greater force to penetrate him. Since it was a bareback ‘flatrate’ night at the ‘Biohazard’, the Johns paid only one fee and could fuck as much as they liked the whole night and were allowed to change the boys as often as they wanted to. On all 4 mattresses drugged up boys, all of Lucius’ age, being abused and fucked hard by their Johns. They showed no mercy. They hammered their big cocks into the entries and tried to inflict some damages also. You could clearly hear the moaning and groaning, from other rooms also. The trucker didn’t even look at his boy whore. His eyes were closed and he enjoyed the sensational feeling violating this extremely tight cunt. He tried to jab his cock into the asshole as hard as he could, to show Lucius who was the man in the house and the boy reacted finally a little. “Take my toxic seed fucker…. *groans* take it all up your ass…. *grunts* yeah….. do you feel me…. *moans*” He fucked Lucius hard fired his bugs into the defenseless boy. Another John entered the room with an adolescent boy and told the young guy to undress his tight pants and open up for him. Lucius’ first day at a Biohazard whorehouse might change his life forever most certainly, but definitely not for good…

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!

Saturday night rolled around and I was still kicking myself for letting all these guys bareback me. I was standing in the shower, kinda staring at the wall, and running my hands through my hair. Our freshman showers had stalls with curtains. I heard my curtain pull back and Jason said, "You almost ready Max?" He startled me out of my trance. I looked at him, naked with his great body, beautiful face, and hardening cock. My cock started to stand up. Jason got in the shower and pulled the curtain closed. He said, "No one else is in the bathroom. Let's be quick. I want your ass." He leaned in, grabbed my shampoo bottle, and squeezed some shampoo into his hand. I leaned against the wall and pushed my ass back. I had taken his dick at least 20-25 times the last two months. I wasn't a stranger to it's size, but I had to brace myself for what was about to invade me. I bit my hand and Jason pushed slowly inside me. Jason was slower than he usually was entering me. He wrapped his arms around me. I felt his chest on my back and eventually his hips on my ass. He just stood there in the shower, holding me and waiting for me to adjust to his big cock. When I did, I pushed my ass back. Jason never let go of me. He held me tight and started fucking me. All of the stupid thoughts I'd been having about using condoms and how stupid I had been in the past, rushed out of my head as Jason's condomless cock worked my ass. I started to let myself imagine being with Jason. I leaned my head back and turned and we kissed. The kissing made his fucking more insistent. I could also tell how much he enjoyed kissing me because his cock got stiffer in my ass. In a few minutes, Jason came inside me and I came on the wall. We risked a lot that evening fucking in the showers. 22 other guys plus the RA lived on our floor. Anyone of them or their friends could have heard us or seen the two sets of feet under the stall partition. After we came, we both looked at each other and I was stunned at our audacity. Jason's look soften and he kissed me. We showered together, cleaning off the sex and the day's grime. Jason and I kissed a few times in the shower as we cleaned up. When he grabbed my shampoo to wash his hair, he started to get hard again. He said, "Max, if we don't stop making out; then I'm going to fuck you again." I chucked and laid my head on his shoulder which he shrugged off to wash his hair. I left him to shampoo his hair and went back to my room. Roommate was there, but I busied myself getting ready for the party. Jeans tight, but not too tight and an AE shirt that was a bit sporty and showed off my chest and arms. Oh, and small briefs. I know Jason liked how they hugged my ass. I kept thinking about Jason and how intimate we just were in the shower. I thought maybe he is gay, like me, but just having difficulty coming to terms with it. Maybe the girls were just a front. I mean, dang, that fuck was good and probably the best make out session I'd had since Eli (no offense to Steve). Jason knocked on the door. He was in an A&F button down shirt, loose, and khakis. He looked hot! We walked over to the party and it was at a house right near the closest bar to campus - The Boot. I'd spent a few nights drinking at the Boot already since getting to campus and it was mostly a college dive. As we got closer to the party, I was paying less attention to what Jason was saying and more attention to my thoughts. I was thinking how nice it'd be if Jason and I dated. He could come out in his own time. I was smiling while thinking about it. The fraternity house was two stories, stairs outside, and the douches had parked an old fire truck in their front yard. I immediately questioned why I was there - fraternities were racist, anti-Semitic, misogynistic, rich boy clubs. Ugh! Jason called out to a couple guys and introduced me. The guys were friendly and we went inside to get drinks. The first floor was a typical house with a fairly open floor plan and ratty furniture. The bar was at the other end and there was a band. It was their Fall bash - Rush didn't happen at Tulane until Spring so this was a "get to know you" party. We grabbed drinks and looked around. There were lots of guys and girls, incredibly diverse crowd. I was pretty surprised. I was thinking back and I don't remember any black or Latino or Asian guys wearing their letters on campus, but this party was pretty damn diverse. The brothers were all really friendly. I must've met like 30 people in about an hour. I was drinking, did shots, and got a tour of the second floor (living area with smaller rooms). We were laughing and talking and it was clear that the fraternity brothers were interested in Jason. "That's cool," I thought because Jason is cool. I was standing around and pretty buzzed by this point. I was thinking about Jason and I leaving here and going to my room to fuck tonight. It got me a little hard. Then a group of girls crashed into us, literally, and they were all over Jason and the brothers. A few of the girls were talking to me and friendly and drunk. A guy who I had made eye contact with a few times that evening joined our group too. He was popular with everyone, but also fairly quiet. I noticed he was drinking a different kind of beer than the ones served from the keg. He laughed and said, "My bad dude. I hate cheap beer. I usually put it in a cup so people don't notice it's different." He winked at me and introduced himself and said, "When I'm done would you like one instead of that swill?" I laughed and said sure. I realized he was a fraternity brother. We talked for a few minutes more and then he looked at me chugged his beer and said, "Thirsty?" I said "Sure" and we went out the back door. I thought he lived in the house, but instead of going up the back stairs we went to the side street, turned left and went into the first house. It was nice. He said, "I don't live in the fraternity house. A few brothers and I live here. It's quieter." We went to his room on the second floor and he got two beers from his fridge. He opened them and handed me one. I thought, "So this is what good beer tastes like? Disgusting." Instead of saying that, I said, "Thanks." The guy sat on his bed, which was the bottom half of a homemade bunk bed set. He patted the bed and I sat down. We chatted for a few minutes and then our fingers touched and neither one of us moved them. I thought about Jason, but the next thing I know I was kissing this guy. I was a little drunk at this point, but not intoxicated. The kiss was good. He did that for a bit and then took off his shirt. I took mine off too. I kicked off my shoes and so did he. He kissed me again and laid me down on the bed. His hands were all over me. They were insistent hands. Hands with a purpose. He undid my jeans and pulled them off. He saw my briefs and smiled. He dropped his baggy shorts and he had thin boxers underneath. We kissed more and he had my legs spread and his hips pressing on my inner thighs one minute. Another minute I was on top rubbing my brief clad ass on his barely concealed 6" cock. I thought, "Not bad, but Jason's cock is better." Then I remembered Jason and looked at the clock. I realized we'd been gone from the party under 10 minutes. I relaxed a bit and then felt that the cock was no longer barely concealed, it was out of the fly and rubbing on my ass. He lowered my briefs in the back and rubbed his cock on my ass crack. The movement of the briefs constrained my cock, so I took them off. He said, "Fuck yeah dude." Flipped me onto my stomach, kicked off his boxers, spit into his hand and started rubbing his cock on my ass. His cock was pushing at my hole. It slipped in a bit because I had already been fucked by Jason's monster earlier. I stopped the guy and said, "Do you have a condom?" He said, "Yeah dude, but I'm clean. Are you?" I said I was. He went to push in more and I said, "No really, let's use a condom." He kissed me on the back of my neck and said sure. He got up and went to his desk and got a condom and lube. I went over with him, said thank you, got on my knees and started sucking him off to keep him hard as he opened the condom. I stood up. He bent me over the desk. I looked back as he put the condom on. He lubed up and then stuck a couple of fingers in my ass with lube on them. I'm not sure if he noticed Jason's cum or how easily I took his fingers. Next thing I know, he jabbed his dick inside me in one motion. Holy crap that hurt. I winced and he knocked the breath out of me. I told him to let me adjust. He apologized and waited. When the pain subsided, I felt him fucking me and there was a lot of friction where his cock met my ass. The pain was gone, but this was uncomfortable. I leaned back into him and he put his chest on my back. He held my head up to kiss me. This felt nice. Condoms weren't so bad. The dude picked up his pace and started fucking me harder. His average dick and our position had him hitting something inside me that made me feel good. He grabbed my dick and stroked it and said, "Do you like me fucking you?" I moaned yes. I was grunting. He was fucking me faster. He said, "You like my cock in you bitch?" I grunted and moaned yes again. He said, "Glad you are liking it because I can't feel anything." I thought how the fuck is that possible. His cock is in my ass and it feels really good. All I can do is feel him. He started complaining about the condom. I ignored him. I had just met him 30 minutes ago, or less, and I was not going to let him fuck me without a condom. I didn't know this dude. He started sliding out and jamming back in. Wow! He was really going to town. I laid my chest flat on his desk and pushed back to meet his thrusts. His cock was opening me up more. I could feel him push back inside each time. I was now really opening up for his cock. He pulled out and jammed in a few more times and I was moaning like a whore and telling him how good his cock felt inside me. He pulled out again and I saw him pick up the lube and then I felt him slide back inside me. He moaned loudly for the first time. His cock felt incredible. He pulled me back up, grabbed my cock and said in my ear, "You have a great ass, slut." He grabbed me by the waist and started really fucking me. I was seeing stars. He kept hitting something inside me and it was amazing. The pressure in my balls started to build but it was the awesome ache in my ass that was keeping me from cumming. I leaned back and said, between breaths, "It's ok.......you can..........take off the condom..........Fuck me............bareback..........if you want" He said, "I already am. That's why it feels so good." And he jammed his cock inside me and blew his load in my ass. He jerked my cock and I blew my load on his desk a few seconds later. We cleaned up, got dressed, grabbed new beers and went back to the party. I was flushed and so was he. I saw Jason talking to a group of the fraternity brothers. I told the guy whose load was leaking out of my ass that I'd see him later. He smiled and said thanks. As I closed in on Jason, the music lowered a bit and I could hear his conversation. The fraternity brothers were saying how successful their party was this year. They had expanded from "fags and slags" theme to a "minorities" theme to appear more open. I stopped in shock and listened to see if I heard the drunken fraternity guys correctly. Apparently, instead of prospective pledges being asked to bring a male or female slut to sleep with a brother, the fraternity wanted to appear more accepting and asked the prospects to each bring a minority - black, Asian, Latino, fag, etc. The one guy stopped speaking when he saw me, but Jason and the other two fraternity brothers were facing away from me. One of the brothers said, "You take the cake Jay-man. You brought a fag, so you hit the minority card, and he is a slag too, getting his ass fucked right now by a brother." Jason laughed. The guy who saw me tried to stop interrupt them, but they were too drunk to sense that the guy who saw me was trying to tell them to shut up. One of them said, "How did you know Max was a fag and a slag?" Jason laughed and said, "Because I busted his ass the first week of school and he has been mine ever since." I was furious and hurt. I walked into the group, pushed in actually. Threw my beer in Jason's face. I heard one of the guys say, "Just like a bitch." And then I hit Jason in the face, punching him until he hit the floor and calling him names. People were pulling me off him. I screamed, "Whose the bitch now?" Everyone was watching us. The guy who'd just fucked me took me by the arm and led me out of the house by the back door. He made to comfort me, but I was crying by this point. Hours earlier I was thinking of how great it would be to date Jason. I pushed away from the guy who had fucked me. I looked at him and realized I didn't know his name. It didn't make feel comforted. He made me feel stupid. I had done it again. I had let my lust take over common sense. His load was leaking out of my ass. Furious at myself and wiping away tears, I turned around and left the party. I walked back onto campus. I had to pass the Boot to do so and I saw this amazing guy standing outside, drinking and laughing. I felt like everyone knew what had just happened. I put my head down, kept walking, and started crying again. I felt humiliated.....completely humiliated. I reached Newcomb Hall, a large classroom building on campus right by the Boot, and slunk down on a bench. It had to be 1am. I put my head in my hands and cried for a minute. As I was getting myself together, I heard a male voice asking if I was alright. I said yes. I felt the guy sit next to me. He said I didn't look alright. I looked at him and was stunned. It was the blonde haired, slim, attractive guy who was just laughing at the Boot. He said, "My name is Justin. What's yours?".....................

He said he loved me… but he lied! (Part 2) I started sucking the second dick in my inexperienced life and felt a bit odd, doing that. Come on - I knelt under a table at a club; I met my Mr. Perfect maybe half an hour ago and now I was sucking the cock of one of his best friends already. Okay…. sucking was not real sex in the eyes of those guys. I considered it as sex before I knew my love, but Josh taught me, it is only foreplay and this would not count. I am happy Josh explains me this stuff, since I am still a virgin to this concept. The cock was not as big as Josh’s dick. No one could compare with his 10 inch dick. I tried to follow their conversations, but after a while it was dull for me, since they seemed to talk about only the hot young guys they wanted to breed and seed, to make them part of the team? I swirled my tongue around the guys piss slit and he moaned excessively. “The bitch is cleaning my piss slit” he announced and I heard some noise like they high-fived each other. Since I was so busy sucking dick, I was not really capable following the conversation. “Look at this bitch - didn’t you breed him 2 months ago – still doing fine…. eh?” someone said. Another one replied, that the job hasn’t been done properly and that maybe another approach should be necessary. “I could bang the little slut and destroy his cunt forever” a third voice said. It sounded like Josh, but I was not sure anymore. They continued talking about the guys in the club and then Josh stood up from the table. He left me alone with his friends? I was alarmed and felt left behind in a way. But then I told to myself, he might just need to take a piss and so I calmed down again. Then the storyline from before entered my mind again. About the slut, that had been bred before. Was Josh really the one, who would try it again? That was not possible. He even told his friends, that I was his boyfriend. “Where did Josh go?” I asked with a timid little voice. “Shut up and suck my cock, you bitch - or do you want us to tell Josh, that you are neglecting us?” the one I gave a blow job replied. Of course I didn’t want to annoy Josh and so I went on sucking the guy’s cock deep into my mouth. I even tried to deep-throat him, but this still made me gag a little. The guy was nice enough not to notice. I guess I did a good job, because shortly after my question the guy hissed he would come any minute now. “Keep on sucking me slut. Don’t forget to suck it all down your throat and directly into your tummy you cock slurping whore” he added. I prepared for another hot load and I was not disappointed. I received a big load of cum. He splashed at least eight or nine times in my mouth and I swallowed all, like I promised Josh. It felt like the guy was satisfied with my work. “Are you an obedient cunt and do you continue sucking, or do you want to disappoint your boyfriend again?” another voice asked me. I rushed to the next crotch and opened his pants and his belt. It was a good feeling, because this time it didn’t take me so long to unwrap the dick. I was a fast learner and I was sure Josh would have been proud of me, sucking his second best friend’s cock. This guy seemed to be a bit dirty. I was overwhelmed by the stench coming out of his cock cage. For the first time in my life I saw an uncut cock and I was in a maze. How should I satisfy him? I started moving the foreskin forth and back. The stench was even more extreme then, and it was all because of the dick cheese on his helmet. “Come on…. don’t be shy and clean my cock before giving me a blow job” the guy suggested. For a moment I felt like I would be sick, but I knew Josh would never forgive me, if I rejected his friend, because of his cheesy helmet. So I extended my tongue and tried to lap the cock cheese away. Meanwhile the guys chatted along at the table. There were no encouraging words for me. I was on my own during this challenge. I had to apply more pressure with my tongue to suck and nibble the cock cheese away. “Not again MC…. are you feeding him your dirty cock? You are such a horny perv….” a voice commented. They guys burst out in a laughter, although it was not funny for me. Not funny at all! Nevertheless I suckled more and more of his huge member into my tiny mouth, trying to satisfy another of Josh’s friends. While I did my duty, I heard someone approach our table again. When I saw the shoes and the jeans with the huge bulge I knew it was my lover. My heart missed a beat knowing, he came back to me. There was a commotion at the table. I couldn’t understand everything, but they seemed to celebrate something. It would be so much nicer if I could sit next to my extremely hot boyfriend, instead of sucking a dick under the table of a club. “Maybe this time the bitch gets it" someone said. The guys seemed to be very excited, because suddenly the cock in my mouth spew thick layers of macho cum straight into my gullet. “Hey Mitch – still busy sucking the fuck slime out of someone else?” this time I didn’t even care if he called me Mitch by accident. I crawled between his legs and answered, that I would be there for him. “Open my fucking pants again. I was on the loo and need some cleaning baby” he chuckled. As my fingers ran along his cock cage, I felt the mighty shaft, still hard and horny for me and lurking for my attention. After enjoying the feeling of his huge cock through his fabric, I opened his pants and was a bit shocked. “Josh!” I exclaimed. “What?” he answered. I told him he must have been hurt. I could clearly see streaks of blood along his shaft. But he answered me this happened on the loo. *Everybody at the table laughed* He hit another thing with his cock. I shouldn’t be worried, this would happened a lot of times, since he was so big down there *Laughter again* He said the bleeding had stopped and dried already, but he needed my assistance in cleaning him up urgently. Without hesitation I opened my mouth and licked along his shaft to clean him up from the bloody streaks. The cock tasted somehow differently than before. It was more than just the taste of blood, but I couldn’t name it. I was thoroughly cleaning his dick up and the streaks disappeared more and more. “Stop licking my shaft now, and start sucking my monster cock clean – I want to be clean when I hit another thing accidently.” he moaned. *More laughter of his friends* The strange taste increased with his dick deeply imbedded in my mouth, and still I had never tasted it before. I knew the smell…. but I couldn’t connect to the experience I obviously made before in my life. The guys heard me gagging under the table, but encouraged me to clean Josh’s dick spotlessly. In the end I didn’t want Josh get a bad reputation because of this and so I made his dick as good as new. Isn’t that, what love is all about…. ?

I got my last loads this past Thursday evening. I finished up at the client’s, went back to the room, douched a couple of times, then took a good wine enema to help me relax since the work week, except for flying home, was over. After expelling it, I took a second one. Then, I went to the hotel bar. There was a guy sitting there who had a biohazard tat peeling out from under his left short sleeve. After a couple of beers and idle chat, I asked, “So you’re poz? Are you also an anal top?” He looked shocked for a moment, then glanced at the tat peeking out from his shirt sleeve. “Yes to both.” “How about breeding me? Bareback, of course! I douched and while we’ve been drinking here, my second wine enema has been soaking into me. It’s made me really horny for a hot load. How about going to my room, letting me get rid of it, then let your dirty loads sink into me?? “My gawd! How kinky! Yes, absolutely! Let’s go!” We paid our tabs and headed to my room. He helped undress me so I could expel. As I expelled he lubed my cock and gave me an incredible hand job. Then we headed to bed. After I sucked his cock to get it nice and hard, and we lubed my hole and his dick, I assumed the knee-chest position. I guided his cock to my hole and felt his head press against it. “You understand, that once I’m inside you, I won’t pull out.” “Yes, I understand” “And you know I’m poz, right?” “Yep.” “And you’re still neg?” “And you don’t even know my viral load count, right?” “Yes, and to answer your next question, yes, I am looking for your gift, whatever your VL is. Knock me up, if you can. Others have tried and all have failed. Maybe your load will be the magic one.” “Okay,” he said, pressing his cockhead against me. It didn’t take much for him to pop into my neg, but well stretched hole. “Oh, you feel so warm and slippery inside!” He stroked in and out of me, pleasuring his cock. After all, isn’t that what a bottom’s hole is for? After a while, I knew he was starting to climax. “Ride my cock and coax my dirty load into your hole,” he said. As he held still, I rocked back and forth on his cock. I’d had enough cunts do that to my cock to know how good that felt for him, but this time, it was my neg rectum teasing the load out of his pozzed cock, not some cunt treating my dick for its load. I heard his moans as my hole finally brought him to climax, as I told him, “Knock me up with your dirty load!” As I stopped thrusting back onto hos cock, he drove forward onto me, pinning me to the bed. I felt his cock twitch a few last times knowing he’d pumped spurt after spurt of his virus into my receptive rectum. We both panted as he laid on top of me, hic\s cock corking his load inside me. He gifted me with two more hot loads before leaving. I went to sleep without douching, so my rectum and colon could absorb his loads before I had to fly home the next morning. It is sooooooooo exciting to be neg and let toxic loads soak into you! Someday, that thrill will be over with, but for now? No!

Sam and Robert left Paul and Johnny in the capable hands of Angelo and Tony for the remainder of the weekend. By Sunday evening Paul and Johnny had been loaded up with a dozen plus loads of cum and it wouldn’t be long before they became a positive influence on the campus. Back at Robert’s place, Sam explained the gift and power that Robert now had in him. Sam was expecting Robert to be upset finding out that he was probably HIV+ and had contributed to possibly pozzing two young college students. Instead Robert found it to be extremely powerful and was embracing what he was becoming. Sam was shocked that Robert was so into this so quickly and knew at this point how much they were meant for each other. Sam proceeded to spend the weekend with Robert and explained how to use prepare and use riggs, spike drinks and other tricks that could come in handy with Robert’s interactions with the college students. Robert soaked up all the information like a good student and told Sam that they would have more adventures together if Sam was interested in corrupting students like Robert now was. On Monday, Robert taught his computer science lecture and introduced the subject of code injection from a security perspective. What the students weren’t picking up on in the lecture was the innuendo that Robert had in his lecture at the time but a number of students would find out later on about the perils of “code injection”. That afternoon during office hours one of Robert’s students, Steven, came by and told Robert that he saw him at the club the previous weekend. Steven thought he would be able to use that information for his benefit but all Robert said to Steven was and your point. At this point Steven wasn’t sure how to proceed as he was intrigued at seeing his professor at a gay club. As Steven was at a loss for words, Robert stood up and started rubbing his cock through his tight jeans as he walked closer to Steven. Robert said to Steven he wouldn’t be blackmailed into a relationship or have anything he did with Steven used to influence his grades. Steven nodded his head as Robert stood over him and asked Steven what did he want. Steven said he wanted Robert’s cock and dropped to his knees to unzip Robert’s fly and fish out his cock. Steven proceeded to suck on Robert’s cock like it was his last meal. Robert let this go for a few minutes before lifting Steven up and telling him that he needed to get undressed and Robert would give him what he wanted. Robert positioned Steven on all fours and took out some of the special tina laced lube that Sam left for him. Once Robert placed the lube into Steven’s tight hole, Robert quickly moved to fuck Steven. Robert wasted no time pounding Steven’s tight hole and unknown to Steven the tina laced lube was helping to make Steven hornier than he had ever been before. Robert went a good fifteen minutes pounding Steven’s hole before cumming deep inside of him. Robert laughed to himself that was one way to demonstrate a code injection. As Steven recovered from his fucking by Robert, Robert picked up Steven’s head and told him to lick his pick covered cock clean. Robert then asked Steven if he wanted to be tutored privately like this in the future and Steven said he would. Robert told him that he needed to bring him another student that shared Steven’s interests and then he could be tutored again.

Previously… Just watching these two men I knew(ish) start to kiss eachother passionately, fuck me, it’s so fucking hot! Padraic’s 5 O’ Clock shadow was grazing against Gavin’s caramel brown complexion. Just look at the two of them, going from strangers to groping and kissing in a few minutes of meeting, it made me rock hard. I’ve always loved that moment of indecision in porn, where the bartender gets asked for a to stay and drink with his last customer, or the pizzaboy is asked for extra sausage. That moment where you can see their eyes weighing up how filthy they wanna show themselves being around you! Bam – instant hardon! I stood up off the bed and turned to watch Padraic guide Gavin onto his back. Simon and Theo had finished business behind me and were watching in interest… Right so… Judging by how light Theo’s bag was looking I guessed that he and Simon had ended on a good note. The two had obviously sampled some of the product and they were both rubbing their noses and sniffling. As they turned to watch Padraic and Gavin start kissing on the bed, I looked over to Theo. “Theo sorry about all of this” “Ah fuck it Mike, I’ll be honest, it wasn’t what I expected, but I managed to just sell a shit-tonne of coke so I’m happy enough.” Simon cut in “You’ve probably been called out to crazier places” Theo laughed and said “well this is my first gay orgy, but yeah you could say I’ve been around”. He rubbed his nose and smiled. He looked as Simon walked over to the get a better look at the guys and he looked back shiftily to me. With an odd smile he held out a rolled up fiver “another line?” I smiled and went with him to snort up not one but two more lines of Charlie – to balance out my nostrils of course! He and I leaned back against the desk. “So is the dog thing a thing-thing of yours?” “Nah, Simon asked me to wear it cause I’m a reporter and some of the guys downstairs might freak out that a clean-living journo is here to document things…” “Then he sure as shit doesn’t know journalists – how’s Aenghus?” “He’s grand, just back from the second bypass…” We continued small talk as Simon kneeled onto the bed and the other two got up on their knees to share a three-way kiss. “You know,” I said, reluctantly, “if you want to go I’ll see you out” Theo smirked, “Yeah I suppose I should be doing that…” He turned and passed me his joint, “what the name of your dark friend there again?” “Gavin?” “Well, I’ve a thing-thing of my own…” I forcibly willed my face to stay in poker mode and pulled a toke of the joint. “Oh yeah?” Theo’s voice grew more guttural, it was clear his inhibitions were dropping more and more and the coke rush kicked in. He confessed “Mike y’see I love me the darky bitches. Fucking love em, love em.” He pinched his nose and sniffed and quickly rubbed some crumbs of coke off his moustache. I passed the joint back and nonchalantly started chopping up the coke behind us – Simon had poured one of the baggies out a bit. I made five passable lines. “What do you like about them Theo?” His eye grew fierce as he replied, “oh fuck, where to start – the feel of their skin is so soft, and the way they smell! And their pussy! Fuck me! I love going down on some darky’s cunt – the taste Mike! They taste like fucking heaven!” I leaned over close to my now jittery dealer, I knew coke-fuelled lust when I saw it. I whispered “just wait a little longer for me then, I want to show you something” I cleared my throat and said “lads, does anyone want to try one small line of coke?” Simon broke off the kiss and looked at the other two. They were obviously both a bit anxious, but intrigued. Padraic, who was now shirtless, came walking over, saying “I’ve only done coke twice before, but I’ll give it a shot” As he bent over to snort his line, I patted his ass fondly. …memories! Simon and Theo were the next two. Then Gavin walked up hesitantly. “I’m not sure about this guys” he said. I smiled and said “do you want to watch me do one line?” and Gavin nodded. Together Theo and I showed him the ins and outs of coke. We talked for a good five minutes about safety and knowing your limits. Gavin seemed reassured and tried his first line – I watched like an expectant parent! After Gavin stood up straight again I gave him a hug and turned him in the direction of Theo and motioned for him to hug his other coke-mentor too. It was a bit awkward but they did. As they embrace I came behind Gavin and hugged the both of them “Coke-buddies!” All squeezed up like that, I rubbed my hardening dick into Gavin’s lightly covered ass, and pecked the side of his tawny neck. “Gavin, you smell really good, what is that” I leaned in and inhaled deeply. I motioned at Theo to try the same. He smiled a bit confusedly and did so too. Gavin laughed and said “I think it’s just me mum’s lavender soap lads, ye can get off me now” I let him have some space as he came up on the nose-candy. I love watching first-timers on drugs! Takes me back! “Oh fuck!” Gavin was looking around excitedly, “everything’s so fucking electric!” He started making wiping motions on his cheeks, luxuriating in the feel of his skin on his own skin… “mmm, fuck me! Everything feels so fucking,” sniff, “perfect, y’know! He shook his head rapidly and looked up at us. His eyes were like saucers. I stretched out my arms and he hugged me again. I smiled and said “Welcome to the club Gavin!” and then motioned him to hug Padraic this time. When Padraic and Gavin embraced, they immediately started snogging again. Simon was starting to jack himself as his robe opened. Theo was looking at Simon’s substantial meat and his eyebrows were definitely reaching skyward. Thinking this may be a bit too much for Theo, I stepped across between the two to break the line of sight. “Gentlemen, gentlemen,” I announced, “I think in order to celebrate Gavin’s initiation, we should have him show us something” They all turned to me. “What are you talking about Mike?” I looked over at Theo and said to Gavin, “I think you should show us those purple Andrew Christians. How about it?” Gavin in newly found chemical confidence laughed and said, “Oh fuck yeah! Lets do this! Anyone got some music?” Simon pulled out his phone and soon there was a something Bollywood coming through hidden speakers in the room. Gavin guffawed and said “Oh fuck off mister! I’m half-Paki, not half-deaf! Get me something dirtier!” Simon smiled and next thing Christina Aguilera’s Dirrrty starts pumping out. I rolled my eyes at the fucking cliché, but Gavin got into it. He started shaking his shoulders and hips in a real straight-lad dance move, but then as his shucked off his hoody showing a nice tight white tank-top that contrasted nicely with his mocha skin, he started breaking out some real dance moves. The lad could fucking dance! Y’see this is the stuff you don’t get to know on Grindr! Anyways he’s holding his arms out in the air and shaking his hips. He runs one hand down to his belly and he slowly turns around the room, still shaking to the bass-line. Making circular motions with his hand, he lifts up the white vest and shows some beautiful smooth brown skin with a dark line of treasure trail bringing all our gazes down. The grey tracksuit bottoms came up to just about cover his hips, but as he turned around to all of us they slowly shifted a little south to reveal bright pinky-purple! The slutty jockstrap! Turning around into a squat to the line “sweat until my clothes come off”, he hikes his vest up over his head so his taut brown chest is exposed, with the vest just rolled up behind his shoulders. Dropping again into squats from side to side with the beat, holding his arms out clicking his fingers in rhythm, it was clear to everyone the lad had moves! By the chorus Padraic and Simon were getting more into it and gyrating a bit in front of Gavin, though to be honest Simon only had eyes for Padraic. Theo and I were treated to the rear viewing – pretty good seats actually! As Gavin dropped low for a third consecutive time, he hooked his thumbs into the waistpants of his tracksuit bottoms and started to inch them lower for the verse. The purple waistband grew and then abruptly ended and we were back to caramel flesh. As Gavin showed us inch upon inch of the swell of his ass cheeks and butt-crack, Theo was mesmerised. With the chorus coming up again Gavin turned his head and started to shake his exposed ass in my direction. I could almost see his nut brown pucker. I gave him a smile and gently nudged his rear toward Theo. At this stage the coke is proper kicking in with all of us and Theo let out a whoop. Next thing he was holding his joint with his teeth, while he grabbed Gavin’s hips and started grinding into him just as the rap began. Theo was in uncharted territory here as his hands were alternatively grabbing Gavin’s jockstrap and running along his smooth ass-cheeks. Gavin loved the straight lad’s attention and for the last part of the song backed back into Theo’s crotch, rubbing himself against Theo’s growing bulge. I could tell that Theo was battling some serious demons and walked over to the other two who were by now grinding together. Simon’s cock was poking out of his robe again and Padraic had grabbed it by hand just as the song ended… “Hey I’ve only done coke twice before. What about my initiation” he asked? Simon looked down at my GSBC and his gaze took in his ghostly pale skin and luminous white ass cheeks peeking out of his jeans. Spitting on his hand, he stretched his tanned arm behind Padraic and trailed a gooey finger into his asscrack. Padraic ground back against his probing and closed his eyes in pure pleasure at Simon’s digits and answered “something tells me you’ll be perfect for what’s next door” and nodding to me and the lads, lead Padraic to the master bedroom. I chuckled when I thought about who was probably waiting in there – Jay and Karl were gonna have a field-day with my poor pale ex. I turned back to see Gavin standing with his trousers down and bent over. He was saying something to Theo, but I couldn’t make it out. Theo looked to me and looked back to the brown boy in front of him, in the bright purple jock and little else. He looked back to me seemingly very conflicted as Gavin writhed in his hands, not knowing what to do with himself or his hands. I knew when to make an exit and grabbed the dog mask, saying “Lads, I’ve gotta do round with the party favours. Will ye relax here till I’m back?” and ducked out rapidly. Though I made sure to ask Gavin all about it when we were alone later. This is what he said…

A lot of times if I go to a sauna, at one point I’ll go into the glory hole section with my ass lubed and press it up against the hole and wait. There are almost never any takers, although once or twice someone might fuck me for a couple of minutes and then leave, or the guy will try to push my ass away to reach through the hole to grab my cock, which means I will just leave. My experiences with glory holes may simply be bad luck, or maybe I don't quite know how they work, but in any event I’ve never had my ass properly bred through a glory hole, although I've long wanted to. One of the very very few times I’ve topped was through a glory hole and I unloaded in the guy's ass, but I’ve never had it the other way, the way I really want. Until Saturday. The towel was on over the door, and the cubicle next to his was empty, so I walked in, making sure I was careful to leave the door open - it’s fun to let people watch. My ass was nicely lubed with a previous cumshot and I press it up against the hole, and waited. I felt fingers inside me, then his cock, long and slow as he entered me. It’s an interesting experience for me: all I know of him is the feel of his cock starting to fuck inside me, and the sounds he’s making from the other side of the wall. No hands on my body, no words, no gazing into his face. A purely deconstructed fuck. And it felt really good! He had the perfect size cock for my ass, thrusting hard enough to trip my body orgasms but without causing any pain. Niiiice! Some guy has stopped by the open door to watch, and I was making a lot of noise as the guy behind the wall starts to get deep into thrusting in a good rhythm. I pressed my ass hard against the wall and could sense he was doing the same, pressing his hips into the wall to achieve the maximum depth as each of us reached a crescendo. As I was aware the top was getting close, I stared into the eyes of the guy who was watching and shouted loudly “Oh yeah, cum in me!” I found myself repeating the words "Cum in me, cum in me" over and over as I really didn’t have much control. I could already feel the body shivers and orgasmic ripples that accompany a good fuck session and my legs are shaking a bit from pressing my ass against the wall - but no matter. It felt so fuckin' good. Then, simultaneously, I felt a warm rush inside my ass. Yessss! Just as from the other side of the wall I heard a breathless “Mmmmmm!” and “uhhhh!” It was so interesting just to feel the cumshot and hear the sound but nothing else. I pushed my ass hard against the wall, taking the guy as deeply as possible. He kept fucking for a bit longer and then pulled out. He was about to leave his cubicle when, in a split-second, I realised I didn't want to know anything about this man, so I quickly shut the door and looked away. Weirdly, it felt as if I was hiding. Clearly I wasn't ashamed as I was happy to let the other guy watch, but I wanted to preserve the absolute anonymity of the encounter. I heard his door open, and he was gone. I have no idea who he was, how old he was, if he was fit or not. Nothing. But I had was his cumshot in my ass, a flying jizzjoy which left me rock hard and smiling, and the memories of the sounds he made. Perfect.

Part 2 I was growing in confidence now and as the months went by I found many more active public toilets and I had no hesitation in joining in whenever I got the chance. Lots of wanking and sucking went on in those toilets and a surprising amount of fucking. I was much more of a bottom in those days and enjoyed nothing more than letting older guys use me in public toilets. As well as wanking and sucking, I would often bend over and let guys fuck me and cum in my arse. I found a really active toilet near the university which was always busy early in the morning with guys going to work and students on the way in to university. I had some really good times in there and would often sit in my lectures with at least one load up my arse. One morning an older guy fucked me in one of the cubicles and as he was getting close to coming I looked up and saw a geeky looking young lad with glasses on, about the same age as me and obviously a student, looking over from the next cubicle. I grinned up at him and he grinned back. When the guy shot his load up me and left the cubicle I motioned to the geeky guy to join me. He hesitated but then I heard him climbing down off the toilet and he was soon in the cubicle with me. He had a surprisingly big cock and I sucked him for a while and then bent over again and soon I was taking my second load of the day as geeky boy shot his load right up me. One or both of them must have shot a particularly big load up me that day because I had to excuse myself from a tutorial half way through the morning to push the loads out! Of course there were many times when nothing much interesting happened and some occasions when nothing happened at all but being young and up for it I had many very horny experiences and enjoyed nothing more than coming across another good active public toilet. I also sometimes saw lads I knew from uni in the toilets, fucking and sucking, and not always the ones I would have thought would be into other guys. One day I was in a toilet in the south side of the city and I saw a lad I went to school with. Paul was a few years older than me and I had always fancied him. He was good looking, good at sport and always popular with the girls. I used to see him around when I went home to visit my family and I knew he was working in his father's company and was due to get married soon. I had seen him quite recently when I was visiting my family and had admired once again his fit arse, which really filled out his trousers. I was quite shocked to see him in the toilet that day. He was down on his knees surrounded by three guys and was taking it in turns to suck their cocks. He had his cock out wanking as he sucked the guys off and as I watched from a discreet distance I got my own cock out and began to wank. I had never imagined seeing Paul in such a horny scene but it was about to get even better. One of the guys came in Pauls's mouth and left and the younger of the two remaining guys pulled him up to his feet. Paul pulled his pants right down and bent over, continuing to suck the other guy as the guy who had pulled him up stood behind him. Paul must have been lubed (or already been fucked) because the guy was able to push his cock right up him. He began to fuck as Paul continued to suck the other guy and I watched and wanked until one guy came in Paul's mouth as the other spunked up his fit arse. I never saw Paul cruising again and I often wondered if he continued to take cock in his mouth and his arse after he got married and had children. About once a month I would visit one of my aunts who lived on the other side of the city for lunch on Sunday. I would normally take the train but one Sunday the trains weren't running so I took a bus. I was feeling particularly horny that day as I had been sitting exams during the previous two weeks and had not had much time for anything but studying. I looked out the window of the bus as it wound its way up a hill beside a park. Through the trees I could see what was obviously a public toilet set well back from the entrance of the park and as the bus passed I saw what looked like quite a fit looking guy coming out of it..... I was really horny and just in the mood to suck some cock so I decided to check it out on the way home. I had lunch at my aunts and answered all the usual questions. I assured her that I was studying hard (which I was) and that I was behaving like a good Christian boy (which I wasn't!). A couple of hours later I was in the park and making my way towards the toilet. I went in and I knew straight away that it was active. There was graffiti on the walls, a small urinal and two cubicles, both of which were occupied. I had entered the toilet very quietly and as I stood still for a moment I could hear sounds coming from the cubicles which sounded suspiciously like two guys fucking. I went back outside and sat on a bench a little way away from the toilet, watching some lads who looked to be in their late teens and early twenties playing football in the distance and feeling even hornier. After a while a stocky, dark haired guy came out the toilet and walked off down the hill. I waited a little while and then made my way in to the toilet. One of the cubicles was now empty and I went in and closed the door. The first thing I saw was a perfectly sized glory hole in the wall between the cubicles. I pulled down my trousers and pants and sat down on the toilet. I waited a minute or two and then looked through the hole. A guy was sitting on the toilet. pants down, playing with his cock. He looked through at me and I saw he was just a few years older than me, nice looking, slim, with glasses. He smiled and I smiled back and he motioned to me to put my cock through the hole. I didn't hesitate - I stood up and pushed my already hard cock through the hole into his mouth. It was just what I needed and he sucked me so well I soon felt like I was going to cum. I didn't want to cum too soon so I pulled out and motioned to him to put his cock through. He had quite a big cock and I sucked him for a while before he pulled back and motioned to me to put my cock through again. He sucked me for a while and then I felt him take hold of my cock. He wanked me a few times and then I felt a different sensation. I knew exactly what he had done - he had backed his arse on to my cock and I was now fucking him through the glory hole. His hole was surprisingly tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I lasted much longer than I thought I would but I had not come for quite a few days and it was not too long before the inevitable happened and I shot what felt like a huge load right up his arse. After a while I pulled my cock out his arse and looked through at him. He grinned and gave me the thumbs up sign. I was a bit drained now but still feeling horny and I thought I could probably shoot another load so I decided to go back and sit on the bench for a while and see what happened. The lad I had just fucked didn't come out the toilet and after a while I saw the lads who had been playing football start to pack up and move towards the park gates. A little later one of the lads came back and made his way to the toilet. He passed quite close to me - he was fit, dark haired quite slim, wearing light blue jeans and a green and white football top. I saw him look around before he entered the toilet and I was fairly sure he wasn't going in there just for a piss..... I waited a while and sure enough he didn't reappear so I got up and walked quietly into the toilet. Once again, both cubicle doors were closed and once again I could hear the unmistakeable sound of two guys trying to fuck quietly. I noticed there was a gap between the cubicle doors and the floor of the toilet. I was horny again and had a quick look outside to make sure no one was coming and then I got down to look under the cubicle door. As I thought, I saw two pairs of feet both pointing in the same direction but to my surprise I realised it was the football lad who was backed up to the glory hole, his jeans and pants at his ankles. I could hear the fucking now and I could see the shadow of the other guy starting to fuck harder. I moved round to the urinal and got my cock out, wanking as I pictured the fit football lad being fucked up the arse by the other lad's big thick cock and I guessed from the sounds I could hear that the guy doing the fucking was getting close. I heard him cum noisily and after a minute or two the cubicle door opened and he came out. He left the toilet quickly without looking round and I stayed at the urinal for a while to see if football lad would come out. He didn't, so I wasted no time in going into the other cubicle. Nothing happened for a while and then I saw football lad look through the hole. I leaned back and showed him my cock and he motioned to me to put it through. He started sucking me and just as I was thinking it doesn't get much better than this he pulled his mouth off my cock. I looked through the hole and he was turning to push his arse towards the hole, pulling his arse cheeks apart to show his hairy arse hole. I pushed my finger up him and found that he was well lubed - presumably with the other guy's cum. I slid up him easily and fucked him hard and fast and it was not long before I was shooting my second load of the day right up his fit, hairy arsehole. I returned to that toilet quite a few times and had a few good experiences, though none as horny as that first one. One time I was in there it was very quiet and nothing was happening. I was on the point of giving up and was just washing my hands at the sink before leaving when a guy came in to the toilet and stood at the urinal. I heard him taking a piss and as he did so he turned his head round to look at me. I was a bit nervous - he looked quite tough - he had a skinhead and a scar on his cheek and I thought for a minute I might be in trouble. Then he turns a little towards me and I saw his hard cock. He stroked it a few times and then motioned to me to join him at the urinal. I was still a bit unsure but I moved in next to him. He took hold of my hand and placed it on his cock. I started to wank him and then he put his hand on the back of my head and gently pushed me down towards his cock. I started sucking him and he groaned. After a while he stopped me. "Not here" he said and motioned to me to follow him as he left the toilet. I was horny so I followed him out of the toilet and through the park. He didn't say much as we walked out of the park and across the road into a run down council estate which I knew had a bit of a reputation. A little later we were in his rather bare flat and he had his cock out again. I went down and started to suck him and he sighed. He took hold of my head as he pushed his cock into my mouth but he was surprisingly gentle with me and he moaned as I sucked his cock. "Lick my balls" he said and he sighed again as I licked his big, hairy balls. I went back to sucking him and after a while I heard the door open and another guy came in. "Don't stop", said the guy I was sucking as the other guy came towards us. "This is my mate," he said "Do you want to make him feel good too?" I looked at the mate and thought 'Fuck yeah!' He was well fit -much younger, about 18 or 19, with a shock of blond hair and a cheeky grin - he looked just like a lad at uni I had always fancied. I nodded. "Good boy" said the guy I was sucking. I really liked this guy and I knew somehow that, tough as he was, I wasn't going to come to any harm. Soon the young blond had his cock out and I was taking turns sucking them both. After a while, the guy with the scar pulled his cock out of my mouth and turned round. He bent over the arm of the settee. "Lick my arse" he said. I hesitated. I had never rimmed anyone before, although I had had it done to me a couple of times and really enjoyed it. "Come on, " he said, "Lick my fuckin' arse." I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue tentatively into his arse. It was clean and fresh and I slowly started licking him. He moaned and soon I was licking his hole and pushing my tongue right into his arse and loving every minute of it. After a while he straightened up. "Now him," he said, pointing at the young lad. The blond lad pulled his pants down and bent over and soon my tongue was deep in his hole. His hole was not as fresh as the other guy's -in fact it was definitely quite funky, but I didn't really care. The other guy was fingering my arse now and rubbing some lube into it and soon my pants and trousers were off and I was kneeling on the settee in just my socks and T shirt as the guy with the scar pushed his cock slowly up my arse. He fucked me for a while and then pulled out and the blond lad took over. I was in heaven - not one but two fit guys using my arse They took turns on me for a while and then the guy with the scar began to fuck me really hard and I knew he was close to coming. He put his arms round my waist and pulled me really tight to him as he pushed his cock right up me and held it there as he pumped his load up me. He stayed up me for a moment or two and then pulled out. The blond lad pushed his cock up me and after just ten or twelve thrusts, he added his load to his mate's. It was one of the best and horniest experiences I ever had and I remember it like it was yesterday. One hot summer night not long after that encounter I had been at a student party with some friends in the university area of the city. I had been drinking heavily and when I left the party I decided to go for a walk and take a trip to a toilet nearby that I knew was open all night. I was pretty drunk when I got there and I don't really remember that much - but when I went in an older guy was standing at the urinal. Soon I was sucking him off and the next thing I remember he was fucking me up against the urinal. I was so drunk I didn't care that we were out in the open and when a second guy came in I let him fuck me too... When they left I decided to have a little rest and I sat down against the wall in front of the end urinal. I didn't really remember much about what happened after that when I woke up some time later but I knew at least one more guy had fucked me. I knew this because my pants and trousers were at my ankles and when I reached round and felt my arse, I could feel cum running down my legs and I vaguely remembered that more than one guy had fucked me after the first two had gone. I was also lying in a pool of piss and at first I thought I was so drunk I had pissed my pants. Then I realised from the state of my clothes that someone must have taken a piss on me. I didn't know if it was one of the guys who fucked me or just some random guy that had come in, seen me slumped by the urinal and just taken a piss on me. I managed to get myself home and woke up the next morning, hung over but none the worse for my experience. I was, however, starting to take more and more risks and I was lucky on a few occasions that nothing bad happened to me. Of course, there were other risks associated with cruising for sex in public toilets and, truth to tell, I had become rather careless of those risks. Then one afternoon I got a shock..... Part 3 to follow

Recently made a pozboi. Had my first load last night from my roommate's brother. He's in his late 20s, dark-skinned and Asian, with a nice eight inch cock. He took me to his place and fucked me for about an hour, shooting a thick load into me. I was in heaven. He's going to see about getting me a few more loads tonight. Oh, my roommate doesn't have a clue as of yet, but I'm imagine he'll eventually read this. Lol.

Previously... The only thing that felt right about the last few minutes and now suddenly my hole felt empty. It was weird to realise that one cock was the perfect fit for my hole, the one cock to really fit in and not make me spaz out and demand it’s withdrawal within seconds of entry. The one cock to rule them all, heh! I needed that cock back in me! This would be the cock to teach me how to properly bottom, and learn about all the miracles of the prostate. I turned back to the talented cocksucker who’d been fucking me so smoothly, to say that I was ok now, only to see Orson Adams standing there with a rigid cock to match mine in size, looking at me with genuine concern… Orson fucking Adams! Fuck! Right so… Motherfucking Orson motherfucking Adams! Fuck my life! That scammy bastard had managed to fuck me while I was distracted by buff Northern Europeans and a troubled bisexual. As if he hadn’t been the bane of my life in college – always making snide remarks about my three boyfriends Joe, Andrew and Kevin when he thought he could get away with it and putting up posts to the college message boards about promiscuity being a sign of insecurity and not loving yourself. The prick who right now was lifting me gently to my feet and guiding me to an upstairs toilet. As I was worshipping the porcelain god and he was leaning against the sink trying not to notice, he commented “So I’m guessing that MDMA is pretty strong then” Keeping my voice low, I answered “yeah I guess the lads didn’t mean to get quite so carried away” “Still tho” he added, ‘that wasn’t cool. I’d just sunk my cock into your perfect hole, when suddenly you were spasming and thrashing and then gasping… I dunno what the fuck Kurk and Sven were thinking. That wasn’t cool” I retched at the memory and then was given a disposable toothbrush by the sickeningly attentive rat-bastard. He continued “this will sound weird, but I’ve been here all night, and at many of the other nights and yet those few minutes with you were the most intense I’ve felt in a long time. I mean… has anyone ever told you how beautiful your asshole is?” (What the fuck?) I wiped the leather mask’s insides with wet tissue, thankful for their cover. I kept my low voice, “don’t worry about it…” He looked a little sad and turned to me and asked “…but I want to. I mean, I don’t even know your name?” As I stood up and took him in, it dawned on me that Orson had actually seriously buffed up since our time in college. Not only had his skin cleared, but his chest and arms had filled out and on top of it he had a tattoo – Orson fuckin Adams had a tattoo – some tribal design on his hip (yeah how 90s!), but still! Also his young baby features now looked refined and youthful in his thirties. All in all, had I not known what a bastardy shit of a weasel he was, I may have actually been attracted to him. “It’s Dealer Dog bud, and don’t tell me yours, I’ll be ok thanks” His hopeful face, crumpled at my rebuff, I almost felt a little cruel, almost till I remember that this lad was probably behind the fact that me and my group had been ostracised from every gay function in Uni while we were there. I just wanted him to go. I pointed to the door. “Look the guys were a bit rough, it happens. But don’t go knocking them when you were the one fucking your big dick into me at the same time. That hurt too and I’ve gotta go make sure I’m ok down there now, so I’d like a little privacy.” Again Orson gave me wounded animal face. Nope, not gonna give him any sympathy. Still a rat-bastard, slimy arsed politician. As he walked for the door I heard, “I’m sorry, I thought you were enjoying it, I mean had I thought that I hadn’t had consent…” I turned and with the last shred of restraint said “that’s alright Orson, just go” and closed the door. I turned and leaned against the door. Fucking hell! I decided that the best thing right now would be to wipe myself down and clean myself out. With a wet cloth I gave myself a whore’s bath (down as far as possible, up as far as possible, then possible) which was all I could do without removing the chaps, though I did lose the dog mask to give myself some freedom …and mouthwash. Freedom and mouthwash – sounds like the next country and western hit! Then as I was sorting out my jockstrap (the front of which had gotten wedged above the chaps somehow), I replayed the last few minutes and realised… shit – I just used Orson’s name! I stared at myself in the mirror and pulled on the dog mask again, and looked at the creature staring back at me. I don’t quite know how long I stared at this leather clad Dober-man… “bzzt… Mike….” WTF? I looked around – someone had called my name – it sounded tinny. “Mike!” I looked down to the lightswitch, there was a speaker with a button beside it. It was Simon’s voice. “Um… yes?” I answered. Simon’s crisp tones came over the speaker. “Much as I enjoy watching you having your Donnie Darko moment, there are guests without drugs down there. Sort it out” I looked for a video camera, there were suspicious looking appliances in each corner near the ceiling. Now that I thought of it, these devices were downstairs as well. I looked up at the nearest sensor like device and nodded. “Oh and answer the door would you? It seems like there’s some reinforcements” I walked out into the upper level corridor, passing a panicked looking Kurk who gave me a very shame-faced acknowledgement – fuck it – who was I to judge him after the media circus I’d had a hand in putting him through? On the way down the steps I saw Orson sitting alone a stool by the kitchen island. I nodded at him from the dog mask and he returned it. There- we’re already back at civil relations. If I somehow got through this night without letting the only guy who decently topped me know who I really was, i.e. his slutty nemesis from college, then we’d have no problem. Walking into the reception/foyer area, I looked over to an antique coat stand and took a long cashmere oversuit coat and wrapped it around me. There was a wallet-shaped lump in the pocket and curiosity got the best of me and I sneaked a peak at the wallet’s insides. Multiple hundred pound notes and a credit card belonging to an Alan Slater, my mind was scanning the society columns... Wait wait… There was a developer family called the Slaters who lived and owned most of Carrickfergus whose son would be about 40. I hurriedly repocketed the wallet and took the coat off. My journalistic skills had got the better of me and I decided to quickly find out who else was here before I brought Gavin in. Grabbing the drug tray from beside the empty couch, I made my way further into the depths of the living room. Further back on an ottoman was a shaven headed guy I’d yet to meet being fucked rapidly by Sven. The guy was lying on his left side and had his tanned back to me (with some sort of flock of birds tattoo on his right shoulder blade). Looking at the movement of the two of them was pure poetry. He was being half-supported and fucked sideways by the bartender. When I say sideways I don’t mean it in the slang way like he was giving him a “sideways” fuck like a manic fuck or a rabbit fuck. I’ve heard it used all kinds of ways, but for me it still just means when you fuck someone at a ninety-degree angle to their hole, not the usual doggy or missionary position. Sven held up the guy’s right leg while leaning his chest against it to slam his pale cock down his fuckhole. The view from behind, as the shaven headed bottom shoved his head into the fabric of the ottoman and buried moans of pleasure that matched Sven’s pounding rhythm (definitely rolling with ecstasy I thought!). The bottom had wrapped his right arm around a couch cushion like he was holding on for dear life! Sven was running his free right hand down the right side of the bottom, taking in all the sweat and the tattoos, while never missing a beat in his relentless pounding. The muscular ass-cheeks were facing me and stretched apart in this position, giving me a full-on clinical view of the fuck. I watched the bottom’s taut connective tissue around his hole expand and contract around the shaft of Sven’s cock looking like the easiest thing in the world. I still knew that, were it me in that position, I’d have to be high as a fucking kite. Cause there was no way I’d want to allow that much cock in me sober. The bottom’s ass lips looked like they were sucking down on Iceland’s hottest export. I knew that position could really work for some though, but even still… I remember once back in college days I was sitting on the armchair jacking off watching Joe fucking Andrew on the coffee table right in front of me. Then Kevin, the blonde nerdy engineering student, who was standing beside me, started wiggling his asshole over my cock from the side of the armchair. I told him that if he wanted it, he had to sit on it (I was way too stoned to move at that point). The only problem was that there wasn’t a lot of room in front of me, what with the other two fucking there, so while I lubed up, Kevin just reached back and grabbed the other arm of the armchair and angled himself above me still facing to the left. As I said before I’ve a pretty girthy cock so it was maybe even easier for Kevin, who was a bit of a reluctant bottom except when stoned. When he was baked, well, all hell broke loose and you had to hide every hard cock in the building! He was a bitch in heat then… Anyways I always liked the position cause while you sacrificed depth, for a lot of prissy bottoms it was easier for them to take me. I remember Kevin basing out on me in one pure motion that time, and he normally took forever to get me all in. While I was looking at Sven in all his pale perfection standing and holding the muscled lad’s right leg way up and grinning and heaving like a maniac, the doorbell rang again. Fuck! I gotta go get that… Leaving the tray back on the couch’s coffee table again and running over to doorbell I looked through the door spyhole. I first noticed Gavin, who was looking fucking fine in a tracksuit combo, not too unlike my original clothes. Then to my utter surprise, behind him I saw Theo and Padraic. Wait – what? WHAT? What the Fucking Fuck!?

Newest staff member part 2 Training “That’s everything.” The younger Riley said, after setting down the last of three duffle bags on the floor of the small guest bedroom located in the basement of the older man’s house. Mr. Marx, as he had told the boy to call him, was surprised that Riley didn’t have more stuff, but remembering his less than spectacular background, he figured the boy was lucky to leave with as much as he did. “Well, now that you’re moved in,” Mr. Marx aid, motioning for the boy to follow him. “Perhaps you’d like a tour of the premises while I explain your duties?” “Sounds awesome!” Riley responded, practically bouncing around the house as his new host/employer showed him the rest of his large estate. The young man was sufficiently impressed by the amazing décor and expansive size of the house, making comments like “wow” and “holy shit” each time Marx opened a door to reveal yet another bedroom, or bathroom or even just the occasional closet. He was told he was welcome in every room of the house except one: the basement “store room.” In actuality the store room was really a small dungeon Marx had built with a sling, giant tv, shelves and shelves full of leather and other fun sex toys and costumes and some very well hidden cameras (just like those he’d installed in the boy’s bedroom and bathroom). Eventually he knew he’d end up letting the kid see what was in the dungeon, but not until his indoctrination was well under way. In the mean time he couldn’t have the boy snooping around and accidentally getting scarred off. As Marx expected, the explanation of the boy’s duties around the house and grounds were going in one ear and out the other as long as the two of them were looking around, so he was glad he had thought ahead to have them printed up for the young man to go over later once they were through with the tour. He didn’t expect the boy to be so excited by the site of his pool and hot tub that he found himself listening his pleas for the two of them to jump in right that minute. Unable to say no to the beaming boyish smile and begging eyes, he nodded yes and before he could say “lets change into our suits and meet back here,” the boy had already slid off his shirt and pushed his shorts down to his ankles and jumped in wearing only the tightest old pair of white briefs that Marx had ever seen. Not one to stand on ceremony, Marx shed his shirt and khakis and followed suit, doing a cannonball in just the black bikini briefs he’d worn to help hold down his dick in case it got hard (which was a constant threat around such a handsome young stud). The two Rileys swam and splashed for almost an hour before they hopped out in order to take a rest in the hot tub, giving Riley Marx an opportunity to get a peek at Riley Dawson’s bulge in his soaked, thus see-through, white undies. Just as the photos from his friend’s account hinted, there was nary a hair anywhere on the boy from the neck down, except for a whisp under each arm and a slight, blondish treasure trail, leading to a heavy cut dick, which was gently tucked down the right side of the briefs, over two, perfectly peachy orbs. His own man sized meat was stiffening rapidly at the sight of the boy’s bulge, not to mention the almost impossibly perky bubble butt pressed in the rear of the briefs, and Marx thanked his lucky stars that his own underwear choice gave him some discretion as he sank into the hot water and started the jets. “As much fun as that was Mr. Dawson,” Marx began, once he was sure the bubbles were thick enough that the boy couldn’t see him readjust his cock below the water. “I’m afraid I can’t have you taking swims in such skimpy attire.” The young man looked confused as he climbed carefully over the side and sat on the edge, submerging only his calves and feet, leaving his crotch at eye level with the older man. “Skimpy what?” Riley asked, kicking his legs lazily as he put a towel around his shoulders and arms, making Marx notice his farmer’s tan for the first time. “Attire.” Marx repeated, tearing his eyes from the boy’s meat and forcing himself to look the young man in the eyes. Catching the still lost look on his 18-year-old smooth face, he realized the boy had no idea what he meant, so he continued. “What I mean is, if you’re going to swim in the pool or take a dip in the outdoor hot tub, you need to wear a bathing suit. Even with the distance between my house and the edge of the property and my 8 foot tall privacy fence, I still have neighbors who’s second floor windows look over my property and I can’t have them glancing over here and catching you in those tiny, transparent briefs. It might give them the wrong idea, understand?” “Oh jeez, I’m sorry!” The boy said, looking down and finally realizing just how transparent his underwear had become. Blushing red from his cheeks down to his toes, he slid slowly into the tub until he was covered up to his chin. “I didn’t realize. Please don’t kick me out sir, I promise I’ll be more careful!” “I’m not going to fire you Mr. Dawson.” Marx said, hoping to stop the tears that had formed in the boy’s eyes before he began truly crying. Obviously the kid was used to stern and sudden punishment for any infraction on the rules, and while that might come in handy in the bedroom, he had no desire to make the boy cry over something as stupid and inconsequential as swimwear. “All I ask is that you wear a swim suit, no need to get upset.” “Anything you say” Riley swore, quite serious and still on the verge of crying. This assurance made Marx’ cock expand in his briefs, and he thanked his luck again for the color and the bubbles that kept him concealed. His dirty mind was picturing all sorts of nasty deeds included in “anything he said” as he slid over next to the boy and patted him on the back to make him feel better. He only came back to reality as the boy’s soft post-pubescent baritone continued to speak. “The thing is Mr. Marx…The thing is Sir, I…I don’t have a, uh…” “Yes?” Marx leaned in closer to hear, using it as an excuse to put his arm around the young man and pull him closer. “I don’t own a swimsuit.” Riley Dawson admitted, swallowing hard as he finished and turning his ashamed gaze to meet Riley Marx. The older man was tempted to kiss the sweet strawberry-red lips of his new house-boy, but held back in order to hear an explanation, which he finally got after a stern-voiced inquiry. In an avalanche of words, the boy repeated the tale of his hard childhood and how he had to share anything he had with his siblings, both older and younger. As it turned out, he was the smallest guy in his family, so any hand me downs where too big for him until the same time his younger brother could wear them, which meant he had to share, and since his younger bro was more popular and a better swimmer, he inherited his older brother’s swimsuit, and all Riley got was an old speedo his dad had worn when he was on the high school swim team back in the nineties. Once he told his family he was moving out and going to school, his brothers and dad went through his stuff and took anything they deemed to be theirs, which included most of his underwear, nice clothing and even the old speedo. To his ever-growing embarrassment, he admitted that most of the stuff in his duffle bags was worn-out, too small, torn or stained, and he was hoping to spend his first pay check to get more clothing so he wouldn’t embarrass himself. When he was all done, he turned back to Marx with a look on his face that seemed to say ‘you can fire me now.’ Instead the older man pulled his young friend into a hug and squeezed tight as he expressed sympathy and admitted that he, too, had once been broke and also hailed from a large family that mistreated and ignored him. He went on to confide how he’d found a job with a wealthy man in his tiny town and worked hard and a few years later got his GED and eventually graduated from college and became a recruiter with the company who employed him now. “…And after years on the road building a solid work force and training young men like you how to become professional tech-execs, I am finally being promoted to full partner in a few weeks, and will be able to work from my home office a few hours each day making almost half a million each year for the rest of my life, and that’s after taxes!” “That’s amazing dude! I mean, Mr. Marx, sir!” Riley said, smiling as the weight of his own past seemed to slowly lift off his muscular lily-white shoulders. Had he heard the whole story, including how the wealthy man from the small town had whored Marx’ ass out to help him raise the money for college, or what he had to do in order to get the job (involving some video cameras, leather chaps and hoods, roofies, and a dozen men from the company’s board of directors), chances are that young Riley Dawson wouldn’t have been so quick to accept the older man’s guarantee that it would all work out. Luckily, Marx had a plan to slowly introduce these elements to the boy in such a way that by the time the kid enrolled in classes next semester, he’d be in too deep to walk away. “How about we make a deal?” Marx said, changing the subject back to what the boy would wear while at the house. “You wear the polo and khaki shorts you wore to the interview or anything that will keep you covered and somewhat professional looking while working, and when I get back next Friday from my final recruiting trip, we will go shopping for some nice clothes and a swim suit all your own, on me. Seems only fair, since I am requiring a uniform, I should pay for it.” “Seriously?!?!” Riley beamed. “Seriously.” Marx agreed, beaming just as big from watching the kid’s reaction. “Consider it a signing bonus. And until then, you can use the hot tub in the poolhouse if you want to take a dip, no suit required!” “Thank you so much sir!” Riley shouted, throwing his arms around the older man. Marx was once again semi-hard at the thought of watching the kid try on clothes, and the added contact of the slippery kid pressed against him was only making matters worse. He was about to pull away before the boy noticed, when he felt something poking him in the stomach, and leaned in to make sure he wasn’t wrong about what it was. Sure enough the kid was rock hard in his tighty whiteys and throbbing as he hugged his new benefactor. “Wow, you really are a grateful boy, aren’t you?” Marx said softly, hitting the button to turn off the jets and rocking his hips just enough that their two erections met under water and sent a jolt up each mans’ spine. Embarrassed once more, the teen shot backwards to the opposite side of the tub while spouting apologies and lame explanations until Marx smile and put the boy at ease. “Don’t worry, it was just a reaction to the warm jets, mine got hard too.” “It did?” Riley asked, looking down while keeping his hands firmly pressed over his own turgid cock. “Yep, natural reaction when you combine human contact and warm bubbles, see?” taking a huge chance, Riley Marx made sure he was facing away from the one neighbor who could see his hot tub from their upstairs windows, then lifted himself up until his slightly-less-stiff, underwear-clad dick broke the surface of the water. He held himself there for a few seconds, enjoying the wondrous look in the teen’s eyes as he took in every inch of the man’s semi-erect penis, pushing out the side of black calvin klein bikini briefs. Marx knew that he was at least an inch short of full 9 inch length at this point, but even so his cock was quite impressive. Once he knew the teen had a good long look, he sank back under the water and smiled nonchalantly as if he showed his hard cock to other guys all the time. “Holy shit Sir!” Riley said, a little too loudly, before realizing why Marx had faced the direction he had when he stood up, and moving back next to the man, then continuing in a whispery, half voice. “That thing is huge, must be twice the size of mine.” “I don’t believe that Riley,” Marx said, trying to build the boy’s confidence and downplay the fact he’d practically just flashed the straight teen. “Young stud like you? I bet you’re at least 7 inches.” “I wish!” Riley said, blushing again. This back and forth continued for a few minutes until finally the teen looked back and forth over his shoulder and unceremoniously stood up with his hands on his hips. Riley Marx had to hold in a gasp as the young erection broke the surface of the water and practically glowed as it stretched the waistband of the too-small briefs from the skin of the boy wearing them. He failed to keep the gasp in when Riley Dawson took one more look around and slid the elastic under his balls leaving his hard-on and perfect teen testes bouncing in the breeze. If it was smaller than 7 inches, it wasn’t by much. Marx had seen and held a lot of hard cocks in his 43 years on this earth, since the wealthy man’s dick all the way back when he was just a teen boy himself, and he could estimate thickness and size without much more than a passing glance. In the 20-30 seconds the teen stood exposed in the center of the hottub, marx managed to memorize every vein and shadow, each curve of the head and balls, every whispy blond hair (all 14 of them on the sack, and two or three dozen in the small patch above the cock base). This dick was perfect in every way, and if he could be sure the neighbors weren’t watching, he’d have reached out and taken it down his throat right then and there. Instead he watched and memorized as the teen recovered himself and sank back into the tub, claiming victory in his insistence he wasn’t yet 7 inches with a firm “Told ya…Sir.” “Yes you did Riley, yes you did.” Marx lifted his jaw up from where it had fallen almost to his feet and suggested they get out and head inside. Choosing to dry off in the poolhouse, they talked about random things like pool-cleaning procedure and expected duties until Riley Dawson asked about the second floor of the poolhouse. “That’s my office,” Marx said, returning to his professional voice. “Only I go up there unless I have a client over, understand?” “So it’s like the store room in the basement sir?” the boy asked, innocently. “Not exactly,” Marx corrected him. “The store room is…personal. I may let you see it someday soon, once we know each other better, but my office is my business space. It is extremely important that no one be in there without me, since sensitive and confidential work files are kept on the server in there, understand?” “Yes Sir, Mr. Marx.” Riley Dawson said, smiling as he did a little salute, looking adorable in his somewhat-dry briefs and a towel thrown over his shoulder. As he turned to pull on his street clothes, Mr. Marx handed him a robe and told him they’d toss their clothes in the washer and head inside. With almost inhuman lust, he watched the teen as he slid the briefs from under the robe and put them with his shorts and shirt in the metal basin in the washing machine just off the mudroom of the pool house. As the boy collected his shoes, he missed the older man slide the briefs into his robe pocket before adding his own clothing and starting the load. While the two Rileys made their way inside for dinner, the younger continued with questions about his duties, referring to the older man again and again as “Mr. Marx” or “Sir.” “You know after all we shared this afternoon,” Riley Marx interjected between questions. “It seems bizarre to have you calling me ‘Mr. Marx’ or ‘sir’ all the time.” “I know, but you said not to call you Riley” The teen reminded him. “Especially in front of your guests or neighbors, since it might seem inappropriate.” “You’re right about that Kid,” Marx said, handing the boy some take-out menus to choose from, since he wouldn’t expect the boy to be able to cook for him until he’d trained him. “Do you have any nicknames? Or a middle name?” the younger Riley asked, while deciding on pizza. “Not really,” the older man said, booting up the pizza app on his phone and putting in an order. “In school I was Ry-Guy, but that’s a little too familiar. Same with my middle name, Andrew.” “I know!” Riley spouted excitedly, as he set the table for the two of them. “How about your initials? R.A.M….I could call you RAM!” “That sounds…perfect,” Marx, aka RAM, smiled, his cock getting hard again at the double entendre of the new nickname. “Just make sure you still call me Sir in front of any guests unless I tell you otherwise okay kid?” “Yes sir, RAM, sir.” Riley Dawson smiled for a moment, before something else crossed his mind and he frowned once more. “But what will you call me? After all you can’t refer to me as Riley cause people would wonder why we have the same name.” “Well as far as anyone knows you are my nephew so it’s not too weird,” RAM replied. But as he caught the disappointed look on his young charge’s face, he gave in once more. “I guess you’re right about that too, so what should I call you? Robert?” “No way RAM sir,” Riley insisted. “That name just make me think of my father. My middle name is Ian, so you could call me by my initials: R.I.D. RID!” “Nah, sounds too much like bugspray,” RAM thought out loud. “You could go by Ry-Guy or Ry or Riles or Rino or Ian or Dawson or pretty much whatever name you want kid.” “That’s it!” Riley said, as enthusiastic as before. “What? Dawson?” RAM asked the boy while secretly watching his sweet ass bend over the table to fill the glasses with water. “No, KID!” Riley said, turning and sprinting back over to RAM, unaware that his speed caused his robe to open, leaving him standing nude in front of RAM as he explained himself. “You’ve been calling me Kid all day and that’s what my Uncle Jesse used to call me before he moved away, probably cause he couldn’t remember which nephew I was, but still! No one would ever doubt an uncle calling his nephew kid, and when some nosey neighbor asks us who I am, I can pretend like I hate it and remind you ‘I’m not a kid anymore sir!’ It’s perfect!” RAM was so caught up enjoying the boy’s bouncing cock and balls he’d have agreed to anything right that second, so they sealed it with a hug. Riley Marx, 43 yr old business man would be RAM sir, and Riley Dawson, 18 yr old struggling student and soon-to-be seduced stud would be Kid. That night, after they donned some shorts so the delivery guy wouldn’t freak, the two men smoked a little weed from a big bong (once RAM convinced the kid that it was cool and wouldn’t get him fired), then downed a whole extra-large pizza and 3 glasses of jack and coke a piece. Finally around midnight, they found themselves passing the bong back and forth as RAM showed Kid how to work all the remotes in his home theatre, and watching some b-movie with ridiculous physical humor and as much nudity as RAM thought Kid could handle. They shared some more confessions about their pasts, laughed a lot, and concealed the stiff rods they each threw in their skimpy shorts. When the movie ended, RAM turned off the giant tv screen, and they left to go to their separate rooms, but not before the kid threw his arms around his benefactor and thanked him again for letting him move in, helping him save for school, etc. etc. “Seriously Mr. Mar- I mean Ram sir,” the kid almost cried again now, but tears of happiness and relief, so Ram felt no need to stop him. “I don’t know what I would do if you hadn’t offered to help me like this. If I can do anything to repay you, anything at all, just tell me and I will do it.” “Just do the job for now kid,” Ram replied, happy to feel the kid was semi-hard again. “That’s all you need to do…for now.” After leaving the kid in the basement, RAM silently dashed out to the pool house and climbed the stairs to his office. Punching in his 6 digit code and inserting the key from around his neck, he let himself in and hit the switch on the wall. One overhead light turned on, casting the large room in a soft, yellow glow. On a far wall, the over-sized bed sat in rubber sheets, an empty leather cuff at each corner, with three cameras trained on it. Each camera was attached to a tv screen across the room at the desk. Those three sat above another three screens, six in all, which held security cam views on the left and the right, with the bottom-center screen revealing a normal PC desktop. Sitting at the Desk, RAM typed in a password and clicked on an unnamed icon in the bottom corner of the screen. Like magic, the lights over the bed went off, the cameras turned off and all but the desktop screens changed from their previous shots and filled with new images. On the top left: a shot of the kid’s bedroom from the webcam on the desktop computer at the desk, showing the desk chair, room view and good angle on the full bed in the far corner. Top middle: a hidden cam in the light fixture directly over his bed. Top right: a view from a camera hidden behind the mirror in the corner furthest from the bed, showing the rest of the room, including the old weight bench and mirrored closet doors angled to show the rest of the room. Bottom left: a hidden camera from the mirror in his bathroom, giving a nice wide angle view of his locker room style shower (all three heads), toilet, urinal troff long enough for two or three guys at once and double sinks. Bottom right: switchable camera view from over each shower head, as well as direct shots over each drain in the urinal and even a shot from the vent over the toilet to get standing/sitting views on the john. RAM pulled out his glass bubble, torch and a bag of tina as he scrolled through some alternate shots on the center screen including two views in the sauna, two views of the steam room, one view from inside the walk-in closet, one from the laundry room, one view from above the bathtub off the bathroom, and cameras down the hall, in the theatre, on the stairs, a bunch from the home gym and all 10 different cams from the “store room.” He chose to ignore the outdoor cams, main floor cameras, and second floor cameras, scrolling back until he found what he was looking for. The shot from inside the walk-in closet showed the kid sitting on the floor, going through his three duffle bags, unpacking, as it were. It looked to RAM as though the kid was taking each item of clothing and deciding what to keep, what to wash, and what to get rid of. The pile of stuff to get rid of was obviously the biggest and now all the kid had was a new pack of white socks (still in the plastic with a receipt stuck to the adhesive strip keeping them shut), his wrinkled polo shirt, two white wifebeaters, a short-sleeved light blue oxford, a pair of black slacks with a tear at the knee, a pair of blue jeans with some work-out spots, a pair of jean cut-offs, small white rolled fabric that RAM guessed to be more briefs, one pair of well used, but very clean white tennis shoes, and one pair of well-worn but freshly shined black wingtips that looked about two sizes too small for the kid. Combined with the shirt, shorts and (unbeknownst to the kid) “borrowed” briefs in the pool house laundry, and the robe he was once again wearing, and that was all the kid owned…or so RAM thought. As he lit his torch and took a hit from the pipe, he watched as the boy unzipped the third duffle bag. RAM assumed this would contain sheets or towels or something like that, since he hadn’t told the kid he’d be providing those for him until the kid showed up that afternoon. As he expected, out came a stained, crusty looking old towel, but unexpectedly, it unrolled in the kid’s hands, revealing a small gym bag with the name of a local high school. From inside the bag, which seemed to have a busted zipper, the kid pulled an unidentifiable spandex garment, a balled up white cotton piece, a crappy weed pipe, an old zippo lighter, a toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant spray, a comb, and a bar of soap. Last item from the bag was what looked like a lanyard with something on the end that seemed familiar but was too small to recognize without seeing it on one of the better cams. As luck would have it, the kid decided to ball up all of the stuff and walk to the bathroom. Once under the lights and HD cams in the bathroom, RAM realized the thing on the end was a small camera. From the looks of it, the camera was an older model gopro, far more expensive even after the newer models came out, than this kid could possibly afford. He was so invested in imagining how he got the camera and what he filmed with it, he almost missed it as the kid dumped the toiletries on the counter and walked out the door between the urinals and the showers, making his way down a small hall past the sauna and steam room and walking into the well-lit gym. As RAM watched, bug-eyed, the kid tossed off his robe and the thin cotton plaid boxers he wore when the pizza arrived, and reached for the clothes he’d found in his gym bag. First the white cotton bundle turned out to be a dirty, disgusting old safeTgaurd brand jockstrap, obviously not originally belonging to the kid, as it was almost too big around the waist, and the pouch was so well worn that it barely contained his package. Second was the spandex mystery outfit. As the kid began to step into the legs, RAM forgot his massive hardon begging for attention, and felt some betrayal. “He said he didn’t have a swimsuit!” He accused out loud to his empty office, while watching the teen pull the spandex up his baby-fat-covered thigh muscles. His anger melted away as the spandex stretched further up until it passed the waist line for any normal bathing suit and kept going. Suddenly some straps appeared and began stretching over the kid’s smooth chest and it dawned on RAM that what he thought was a swimsuit was nothing of the sort. There was no doubt as the kid finished dressing himself that what RAM assumed was a bathing suit or speedo was really something much more fun: a regulation high school wrestling singlet. Emblazoned across the chest was the same high school crest from the gym bag, it reflected the bright gym lights against the schools colors that made up each inch of the garment. Forest Green, black and white from the mid-thigh up to the perfectly framed boy-bulge, around each low-cut arm hole, and tightening sharply as each strap crossed the hairless pecs, shoulders and wound down his chisled back steadily-shrinking to the tiny waist. The only fabric that seemed stressed by the part that it covered was the butt, where the kid’s ample cheeks strained the bright green spandex, turning it into a lighter, more pastel green when he bent or flexed. As the teen began his work out, RAM placed the briefs he’d stolen over his nose, and began to jerk while he took a couple big hits from his pipe, filling the air full of tina clouds, strained through the thin white cotton from the briefs. Imagining the teen’s tight ass sliding down onto his huge organ sent him over the edge and he shot his massive load all over himself. Once his breathing returned to normal, he wiped the cum up with the tighty whiteys and thought to himself ‘when I get back next weekend, I will ruin that teen ass!’

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

I don’t think I’m your typical gay man. I’m about 5’11, 160 lbs., shaved head, full beard and mustache, with a ton of ink and very versatile with play. I find piercings, especially prince albert and septum piercings, very erotic. I also love bearded and heavily tattooed guys. I have always been instantly turned on by the kinkier, sleazier side of sex. I enjoy going to the bathhouses, bookstores, and love gloryhole sex. Watersports parties, getting soaked with piss and drinking piss from “the tap” are all very hot to me. I also get into slings, toys, and dirty talk with sex. But I also have a turn on for taboo sex. Taboo bareback sex!! I have never been into condoms. I love bareback sex, anonymous bareback sex. I’ve taken a ton of cum down my throat. I have fucked guys bareback and cum in them. I love getting fucked bareback too, but I have never let a guy cum in my ass. I’ve resisted my desire to be a cum dump for a long time for fear of contracting HIV, even though I go online and chat with guys about my desire to take poz cum and get charged up. I have even seen guys walking down the street with biohazard tattoos on their arms, proudly displaying their HIV status. Just the sight of their biohazard tattoo gives me an instant erection. My desire to knowingly take poz cum has grown more and more difficult to resist. I no longer want to resist this turn on. I want to take load after load of poz cum and charge up. It consumes my thoughts. It’s 6pm on a Friday night in Chicago, and it has been a long week. It’s a beautiful day, sunny and warm. To kick off my weekend I decided to head to my favorite corner coffee shop and have a light dinner. I ordered my usual latte and sandwich and decided to grab a table in the outdoor dining area and unwind. I love people watching and cruising, and today is no exception. The streets of Boystown are busy as usual with sexy men. It’s been about 20 minutes, and I’ve had plenty of eye candy to enjoy. Then I spot him. He rounds the corner. My eyes travel up and down his trim body. He’s just my type of guy, nicely built with a shaved head, long beard, and full sleeves of ink. Curls of hair stick out above the neck line of his t-shirt. As he walks past me to enter the coffee shop I can see the outline of his cock down the right leg of his jeans. I can feel my cock pulsing with approval in my pants. After a few minutes he remerges from the coffee shop and sits a few tables from me. I glance over at him from time to time, trying not to stare. As I look back at him my eyes make their way up his perfect body. I’m caught. He’s staring directly into my eyes. He looks at me continuously then gives me a nod with a little grin. His eyes stay fixed on me for a brief moment, then he gets up and approaches my table. As he put out his hand he said, “Hi, I’m Paul.” I reached out and shook his hand. He had a firm handshake. “I’m Adam.” “Care if I join you, Adam?” “Of course not, have a seat.” “I couldn’t help but notice you checking me out. I know you definitely caught my eye too.” I grinned and nervously chuckled then said, “Yeah, I’m guilty. I have a thing for guys with beards and tattoos, and you’re quite handsome….hard to take my eyes off you.” He said, “Well, I like the same things in my men. I wonder what else turns you on.” After a slight pause he said, “This is going to sound like such a line, but do you come here often, because this is one of my favorite spots, and I don’t remember seeing you here before today?” “yeah, I come here pretty often. This is my favorite coffee shop. We must have been missing each other.” “Well, I’d love to run into you here again, Adam. I was admiring your beard and tattoos…. You’re very sexy.” “Thanks. I have a lot of tattoos. I have a lot more planned and want to get my neck and hands inked too.” “A man after my heart…..woof. So what are you doing tonight? Want to hang out…maybe grab a beer?” “Sure, I’d love to.” “I usually hang out at a bar down the road. Want to head there for a few?” “Yes….definitely.” Paul walked out of the coffee shop ahead of me. He had a nice round ass that filled out his jeans so nicely. This man was really turning me on. We walked side by side to the bar, occasionally brushing against each other lightly as we walked. “So, Adam, I’m curious. You like beards and tattoos just like me. What else turns you on?” “Oh, I think I would surprise you, Paul. I can be a bit kinky.” “Ooooh, you got my attention,” as Paul touched me on the arm. “Tell me more….what’s kinky to you?” “Well, I know it’s not for everyone, but I get into watersports.” We arrived at the bar, and as we were walking in he said, “So, what do you enjoy with watersports? Getting pissed on, pissing on guys? Drinking piss?” I didn’t answer right away as we sat down at the bar and ordered two beers. We got our beers and Paul immediately continued our conversation. “So, you were telling me about your turn on to watersports…..” “Well, anything goes with piss for me. What do you think about that?” Paul reached over, grabbed my hand, and rubbed it across his crotch and down his leg. I could feel his cock was semi hard. I took my hand and grasped his rod. It was tightly pressed against his jeans and felt about 7 to 8 inches long. “Does that answer your question?” I could feel my cock getting hard in my jeans as I said, “I guess you are into piss play too.” “You bet I am, and a lot more.” “Like what?” “Well, I also love toys, and slings, and I only bareback when I play. I love cum.” This man was reading my mind. I felt like every word would make me melt right into his arms. “Now you have my cock getting hard, Paul.” Paul reached over and rubbed my leg then lightly brushed his hand across my semi hard cock. “So you like to bareback too?” “Yeah, I love bareback and love cum, but I’ve never let a guy cum in my ass. I’m still neg.” “Well, I’d love to be the first to cum in your ass, if you want me to, Adam.” My heart was beating faster and my cock was nearly fully erect at the thought of Paul filling my ass with his huge cock and cum. “There’s only one thing, Adam.” “What’s that?” Paul looked a little nervous too, “Once I start there’s no pulling out, ……and…..” Then Paul slowly lifted his shirt, lowered his jeans a bit, and showed me the tattoo on his abdomen. “See that tattoo?” “Yes.” “You know what it means don’t you?” He had a bold, black, biohazard tattoo just above his pubic line on the right side of his abdomen. My cock was raging hard, pulsing in my jeans. I was so turned on and so scared at the same time. Paul looked directly into my eyes, waiting for my response. “Yeah, I know what it means.” “And, how does that make you feel?” My eyes lit up, “You’re poz!! Do you want to poz me up?” “Well, if you want it, I’d love to give you my poz load.” I reached over and took Paul’s hand and rubbed it across my hard cock. “I guess that’s a yes. I was a little nervous, because I really like you, but I’d love to give you my seed.” I said, “This has been a fantasy of mine for so long. I’ve held back from being the cum pig I want to be, because I was afraid to poz….but yes, I want this. I have jacked off so many times fantasizing about taking toxic loads.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure. I want this!!” Why do you want it?” “I’ve been craving to play uninhibited and take all the poz cum I can get and poz up. I love cum. I want to be a poz, cum pig. I’m tired of resisting my turn on to poz.” “Well, Adam, I chased to poz, and I love being charged up. It’s also a huge turn on of mine, and I love to gift. I’ve been poz for just over two years, and I’m not on meds. You better be sure about this, because there’s a really good chance you will poz tonight if we do this. I have a fairly high viral load, so I’m pretty toxic.” It felt so good to talk to someone in person with the same turn on. I was so nervous, but wanted this so badly. Paul slowly reached up, put his hand on the back of my neck and head, and looked me directly in the eye. He leaned over and his lips slowly touched mine. Then he slid his tongue deep into my mouth and gave me the most erotic, passionate, French kiss I ever had. Then he whispered in my ear, “I’m going to fill your ass with every drop of my poz cum tonight.” He then slid his hand onto my thigh and pressed his leg against mine. I leaned into his shoulder and slid my hand on his thigh and firmly grasped his hard cock. He kissed me again and said, “I have to take a piss, then do you want to head to my place?” “Yes, I’d love to.” Paul got up and walked into the bathroom. I got up and followed him. He was standing at the urinal trying to piss when I walked in. I came up behind him and slid my hands across his ass to his waist. Then I led him into the bathroom stall, and got down on my knees. I licked the head of his cock, then engulfed the head of his hard dick in my mouth. His cock was a full 8.5 inches, and my shaft was rock hard with excitement. I pressed firmly against my hard cock in my pants. “You want my piss too?” “Yes, feed me.” Paul stood still, fully erect, “Here it comes.” I felt the first drop of piss leak out of his piss hole. The sweet, salty taste made my cock even harder. Then he fed me more of his piss giving me enough to fill my mouth as I gulped every drop down. He slowly emptied every drop of piss down my throat then pulled me to my feet. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, then hugged me. Our hard cocks pressed firmly against each other. “Do you have to piss too?” “Oh yeah.” Paul grinned, and slid down in front of me to his knees. He unzipped my jeans and pulled out my erect cock. We could both piss with hard-ons. He took my cock into his mouth, sucked it slowly then stopped with the tip of my cock in his mouth….waiting for me to feed him. I slowly let out a small amount of piss, stopping the stream each time I filled his mouth for him to gulp it down. As I was filling his mouth with piss he pulled my cock out of his mouth letting piss run down his beard and drip onto his shirt and pants. He slipped the head of my cock back into his mouth and I gave him every drop of my piss. Then I pulled him to his feet, tucked my cock into my pants and zipped up. Paul wiped the piss into his beard, took me by the hand and led me out of the bar heading to his apartment. I was excited and trembling. The thought of Paul giving me what I wanted raced through my mind. I could be pozzing tonight. I glanced over at Paul and he gave me a smile and took my hand in his. “Trust me. I know you’re a little scared to take this step, but we’ll take this slowly. I know you want this and you will love being poz.” I gave Paul a little grin, and he squeezed my hand. My cock was dancing with excitement pressed firmly against my jeans. I felt like I could shoot my load right there in anticipation. We got to his apartment, and he led me by the hand to his bedroom. He pulled me close to him and slowly pulled my shirt off over my head. He kissed my chest then slid his hands down my abdomen to my crotch. He pressed firmly feeling my hard cock through my jeans. Then he unbuttoned my pants, slid my zipper down, and dropped my jeans to the floor. I had no underwear on and my cock stood at attention, jumping with each pulse and wave of excitement in my body. I was already leaking precum. Paul took off his shirt. His chest was covered with thick hair with a thin treasure trail disappearing into his jeans. His arms were fully inked down to his wrists, with a large sparrow tattooed on the left side of his neck. I kneeled in front of him and unbuttoned his jeans. I pulled his pants down just enough for me to see the mark of a proud poz man….a mark I longed to have on my body as well. I kissed his biohazard tattoo then put my lips around his cock through his jeans. He was rock hard and slid his jeans to the floor showing me his beautiful, toxic tool. I ran my tongue across his balls and down the shaft of his rod to the head of his cock. The sweet taste of poz, precum leaked from his piss hole onto my tongue. I slipped his cock into my mouth and felt the head hit the back of my throat as I slowly sucked and lubed his pole with my spit. Paul pulled me to my feet and buried his tongue in my mouth kissing me. His warm body and hard cock was pressed against mine. The smell of piss lingered on his beard and filled my nostrils, exciting me even more. I was melting in his arms. We kissed for quite a while then he grabbed my ass firmly with his rugged hands. “Ready for my poz cock?” “Yes!!” He told me to lie on the bed on my belly, and I obliged. He crawled onto the bed at my feet and kissed my ass cheek. I felt his long beard wisp against my back slowly toward my head, kissing my back a few times as he positioned himself on top of me. His hard rod came to rest between my ass cheeks with his body pressed against mine. He kissed the back of my neck and slid his arms around my chest. I could feel the wetness of his precum lubing my ass crack as he ground his cock against me. My body was flooded with excitement. My cock was rock hard and my nipples were like firm erasers. “I want to be your cum dump. Fill me with your poz seed.” Paul sat up, his legs on each side of my ass with his cock between my ass cheeks. He took his rod in his hand and pressed and slid his cock firmly against my hole. Then he reached up and massaged my neck and shoulders. With a somewhat rough grasp of my shoulders, he worked his cock deep between my cheeks against my asshole. My cock pulsed and my ass cheeks tightened around his shaft with approval. Paul spread my ass cheeks apart and spit on my hole, then slid his cock across my hole lubing the length of his shaft. He again spread my ass cheeks, but this time I felt the head of his cock pressing at my tight hole. I arched my back and spread my ass, pressing against his cock. He pushed his head firmly at my hole. My ass opened and engulfed the head of his cock. Then with a firm thrust he shoved his cock halfway into my tight hole. My body jerked with pain and my ass burned. He held his cock still in my ass and again spit on my hole. The burning subsided. He then pulled back a little and began to advance into my ass, lubing my hole with his spit and precum. The pain turned to pleasure, and Paul worked his cock all the way into my ass. I felt his pubic hair against my cheeks and again arched my back forcing his cock into my ass balls deep. I moaned with pleasure, “Fuck, yes!!!” “You like that? You like my poz cock in you raw?” “God, yes!!!” “Good, cause I’m going to seed you good.” Paul pulled his cock out of my hole, then slid back in, working my ass with the full length of his pole. His thrusts were deep and rough hitting my prostate each time he bottomed out inside of me. He pulled his cock all the way out of my now gaping hole and turned me onto my back. Paul bent my knees over his shoulders and worked his body above mine. “I want to look into your eyes as I give you my poz seed.” He then directed the head of his cock to my ass. I felt the tip of his wet shaft against my hole and he slid back into my ass with ease. With one long, slow thrust is slid is cock all the way into my ass. Again I felt his balls tight against my ass. “Feel that? Every inch of my cock sliding deep into you leaking poz precum?” Paul looked into my eyes and slid his tongue deep into my mouth, swirling his tongue with mine as he began to work his cock in and out of my hole. He then stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes as he buried his cock into me all the way with each thrust, pulling almost all the way out then plunging balls deep into my ass. Sweat was dripping from his chest and beard onto my body. He kept working my ass harder and deeper. “My virus is in you, more and more with each thrust of my cock. I’m going to poz your ass up. I know you want it!!!” “Yes, give me your poz seed. Charge me up.” “Are you sure, cause I’m close to flooding your ass with all my toxic cum.” My cock was so hard I felt like I was going to shoot my load with each pounding against my prostate. “Yes!! I want every drop of your cum. Please poz me.” “Here is cums.” “Give me your poz seed. I want this.” I felt Paul’s cock expand in my ass and with one more deep thrust he plunged his cock all the way into my ass. He kept his cock buried deep inside me, and I could feel his cock pulsing, filling my ass with his toxic cum. My ass tightened around his shaft with excitement. “Fuck!!! You’re getting every bit of my virus…..yes!!! Take my poz cum!!!!” The excitement was all I could take. I didn’t even touch my cock, and I began to shoot my load. My rod erupted, shooting spurt after spurt of cum onto my chest and beard. We were both covered in sweat. Paul kept his cock deep inside me, and slid my legs to his sides. He leaned down and licked cum from my chest, then kissed me. I could taste my cum on his lips. “Taste your neg cum? It’s some of the last you’ll shoot before you poz.” “Fuck yes!! I want this!!” “Good, cause there’s no turning back now. Now keep my toxic seed in you. Let it do its job.” Paul’s cock slipped out from my ass. A small trickle of poz cum leaked from my ass and ran down my crack. Paul rolled onto his back and pulled me into his arms pressing my cum-soaked body against his. “I want this as much as you do, Adam. I want to poz you, make you mine. I’ll give you all the toxic seed you want.” We laid in each other’s arms for a while, naked and panting. Then Paul said, “I have to piss again….be right back.” He jumped out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. I got out of bed and followed him. I could hear Paul pissing in the toilet and I walked in and put my hand into the stream of piss spraying from his cock head. He stopped pissing and said, “You want more piss?” I licked my piss soaked fingers and said, “That’s why I’m here.” Paul pushed me to my knees on the bathroom floor and stood in front on me with his hand on top of my head. He let out a stream of piss soaking my body, face, and beard. He directed his stream of piss to my mouth and I opened wide as he filled my mouth with his sweet, salty urine. I gulped his piss and let him soak my face and beard to the last drop of piss. I loved the feel, smell and taste of piss. I stood up and Paul ran his hand down my piss soaked chest then put his piss soaked fingers to his mouth. He pulled me to him and kissed me, tasting his piss on my tongue and lips. We crawled back into bed naked, stinking of piss and cum, curled up together and dozed off to sleep. I suddenly jumped myself awake. My cock was rock hard. I was lying on my back and precum was leaking from my shaft onto my belly. I ran my hand onto the other side of my bed and looked at my empty bed. Slowly realizing I was alone. What an erotic dream!!!! I lie in bed and stroked my cock, thinking about this rugged, poz man fucking me and charging my ass up. I pictured Paul fucking me and whispering into my ear as he shot his load in me, “Take my poz cum.” That pushed me over the edge and my body bucked with excitement. My cock pulsed, shooting my neg seed all over my abdomen, chest, beard, and lips. My body was sweaty and began to relax. I licked the cum off my lips and ran my hands across my chest and lapped up the cum from my fingers. I got out of bed, jumped into the shower. I had to piss while showering and let out a stream of piss, soaking myself. My morning piss smelled strong and made my cock begin to grow. I couldn’t get the thought of this hot poz man out of my mind and felt my cock getting hard again as I finished my shower. I was consumed with thoughts of pozzing. It was something I could no longer resist. I got myself dressed and made my way to my favorite corner coffee shop for a morning JO. I grabbed a newspaper, took my coffee, and sat in the street side dining area. I could hardly concentrate on my newspaper. Thoughts of my dream danced through my head. I wanted poz seed badly. The streets of Boystown were busy with the morning bustle of gay men starting their day. It reminded me of my dream. Then out of the corner of my eye HE rounded the corner. Could this be real? My inked man from my dream was walking toward me. He had a shaved head, full beard, and was covered in tattoos. As he approached me his eyes met mine. He smiled and said, “Good morning.” “Morning,” I replied. As he walked past me, and entered the coffee shop, a specific tattoo caught my eye. There is was….a biohazard tattoo on his left upper arm. I felt my cock getting hard. A grin came across my face, and I leaned back and sipped my coffee. He emerged from the coffee shop and sat a few tables from me, just like in my dream. I couldn’t stop looking at him. Then he looked over at me. I was staring directly at him. He smiled and continued to look into my eyes. I got up and walked over to his table and said, “Hello, I’m Adam.” “Hi, I’m David. Want to join me?” I knew this was going to be an amazing day.

This happened close to 20 years ago, but I still remember it vividly as it is still one of the hottest sex episodes of my life. I was in El Paso, Texas on business for a few days. I had had a few really fun times at a very seedy xxx movie theater in the downtown area that week. The place was always full of Latino dick of every age, size and type. I was in heaven sucking on all the foreskin being fed to me in that place. But I had heard of a place out on the outskirts of town. Fiesta XXX Drive-In and sex shop. The place really way out in the desert, out in the middle of nowhere. I arrived there in the late afternoon and to my surprise the parking lot was quite full. I parked and entered the sex shop. I quickly found the arcade area. There was a large room with perhaps 10 or 12 video booths, some with glory holes. There was also a small video room with some ratty chairs and sofas. The room smelled of dried cum. There were even several puddles of fresh cum on the floor and on the leather of the sofa. The room was quite dark, and always a few guys in there. The arcade had a consistent group of at least a dozen guys cruising the booths and video room. I spent close to two hours sucking dicks through the glory holes and in the video room, sucking on well over a dozen cocks, and had been fed six or seven loads down my throat in that time. I was one of the few Caucasian guys there, as most of the guys were Mexican, in addition to a few black guys. I even got into a hot 69 with a young Latino kid on the sofa of the video room. I was getting tired and hungry, so I had decided I'd had enough. I was just getting ready to leave to head back into town to clean up and get some dinner. Just as I started to walk out of the video room I saw a newcomer: a tall, handsome, muscular guy who appeared to be half Black, half Latino. He had to be at least 6' 3" or taller, and was masculine and rough looking. I got the impression he may have been a construction or road repair worker. Anyhow, we made eye contact as he entered the room and he rubbed his crotch and sat down on one of the ratty sofas. I turned and walked back into the room and sat next to him on the sofa. He looked at me and continued to rub his crotch. Then he put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled my head down to his crotch. "Suck me" he demanded. I leaned over as he pressed my face into the denim of his pants. I then got down on my knees, between his legs and began to unzip his fly. He unbuckled his pants and pulled his dusty Levi's and briefs down to the floor. His cock was already rock hard, and was a nice eight inch uncut dick with ample foreskin covering his cock head. In addition to his impressive length, it was one of the thickest dicks I had ever seen. I took it into my mouth and sucked and gently chewed on his gorgeous foreskin, sucking on it, flicking it with my tongue. Then I slid my tongue up into the foreskin and licked his piss slit. "Good faggot" he said, as he pressed my head further down onto his cock. The thickness made it difficult to take him too far down my throat, but I did the best I could before gagging and coming up for air. While I was sucking on him, he kicked off his shoes and removed his pants. Then he lifted his legs, exposing his huge, low hanging balls and hairy asshole. "Suck my balls, queer." I did as I was told. His balls were salty and smelled of sweat. The smell was intoxicating. I licked both his balls, then took each of them into my mouth. "Lick my ass" he grunted, as he lifted his knees to his chest. I licked under his balls and down to his dark, puckered asshole. "Nice job, fag. Lick my hole, queer". I loved the names. And I really went to work licking and eating his nasty hole. I had my tongue as deep in his hole as I could get it. He was spreading his ass cheeks, giving me as much access to his hole as I could get. As I was eating his hole, several of the guys came around us, each man stroking his cock as he watched me servicing this hot, dark and aggressive guy. A skanky looking Mexican drag queen was trying to horn in and tried to suck his cock as I was licking his ass, but the top pushed the skank away, growling "Fuck off, Bitch!" Then he grabbed me under the arms, pulling me up as he stood up. "Come with me". He grabbed his pants and shoes and took me by the hand, pulling me with him as we left the video room and entered a private video booth. No sooner was the door closed than he pushed me back to my knees and I happily went back to sucking on his beautiful cock. As I was sucking him, he bent over, sliding his hand down inside the back of my sweatpants, finding my asshole. He rubbed my hole, obviously wanting to fuck me. At this time I was petrified of HIV, and rarely letting guys fuck me. Moreover, the few times I had been fucked, I had insisted the top use a condom. On this occasion, however, I had no condoms, and honestly wasn't interested in getting fucked in a filthy video booth, but the top obviously seemed to have his mind on putting his dick in my ass. He kept fingering and massaging my hole. "Show me your pussy, faggot" he demanded as he stood up and took a small bottle of lube and bottle of poppers from the pocket of his Levi's. "No," I replied, "I don't fuck in these places." Without saying a word, he turned me around and pushed me over. "No", I said as I struggled to get away. I was starting to get very nervous. This guy was 6 or 7 inches taller than me. As well as being incredibly muscular. His power was both a turn on and frightened me. Because I was wearing sweatpants, he had no problem pulling my pants and briefs down over my ass with one quick yank. He had me bent over and his cock was pressing into my ass crack. "Please don't", I begged. "You're too big. I won't be able to take you", I said. "Shut up, faggot. You want this cock, so shut the fuck up". I felt the cold lube being drizzled down my ass crack. He also reached around me and said, "Here. You'll need to popper up". He handed the bottle of poppers to me. I was too frightened to resist much longer. There was no way I could overpower him to get away. So I took a couple of deep sniffs of poppers. I was going to need all the help I could to take his big, thick dick inside me. He pressed the lube up inside me. I could hear him squeeze more onto his bareback cock. Then I felt the piercing pain of his cock start to press into me. "STOP", I begged. But, he paid no attention. He continued to press into me. I took a couple of more deep breaths of poppers. The pain was intense. But, I was powerless to get away from this guy. Once he had gotten most of his cock inside me, he began to pump. Tears filled my eyes from the pain as I continued to beg for him to pull out. But then I felt him grab me around the waist and really began to pump. Slamming his cock deep into me, then pulling nearly out of me, before slamming back into me again. I had resigned myself that I was going to have to endure this. "Please put a condom on", I pleaded. "Shut the fuck up, Fag," as he continued to pound my white hole. "Oh, please. Don't cum in me" I whimpered. He paid no attention to me as he continued his assault on my hole. My ass was miraculously adjusting to his monster cock. It was actually starting to feel good. I continued to sniff poppers to help me relax my ass. It was helping. Finally, I gave up the struggle and began to enjoy the incredible feeling of his bare cock slamming deeply into my ass. My head was banging against the walls as he rammed into me. Without any warning he slammed even deeper into me and held it there. I could feel his cock throbbing as he let out a loud groan. "AHHHGGG...!!! FUCKKK...!!!" he grunted as he filled my ass with his load. He pulled his cock from me so quickly that it made a popping sound as his cockhead left my ass. I collapsed onto the chair in the booth as he pulled on his pants and slipped on his shoes. Without saying a word, he unlocked the door and exited the booth. My head was spinning from all the poppers I'd been sniffing. He had left the bottle of poppers with me and I saw the bottle of lube laying on the floor of the booth. Just as I bent down to pick up the lube, the door of the booth opened again. A heavy set Mexican guy walked in. He locked the door, turned to face me and pulled out his uncut dick. "No. I'm done", I protested, as I reached down to pull up my sweatpants. But he continued to put his cock in my face. What the hell, I thought. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked him as he hardened in my mouth. "Show me your pussy," he said, adding in a whisper "I'm gonna seed that cum filled white pussy of yours." I was too tired to put up a fight. I stood and bent over. Holding onto the chair and took another deep hit of poppers. Without any hesitation or lube, he slammed into me in one swift move. He thankfully didn't take too long to cum. He was grunting loudly as me pounded my hole. Within just a few minutes he grunted loudly and shot his load into me. "Gracias," he said as he pulled out, quickly pulled up his pants and exited my booth. I knew I couldn't take any more. I pulled up my sweatpants. I did my best to pull myself together and exited the booth. Heading to the exit of the arcade a young Latino asked "Hey, Papi. Want another load?" I laughed as I passed him. "Not today. Maybe tomorrow". I drove back into town. Got back to my room totally exhausted. I didn't even have the energy to shower and dress for dinner. I called room service and had dinner sent to my room, as I tried to replay the afternoons events in my head. I jacked off as I relived the frightening, but exciting time I had being overpowered by that hot guy in my booth.

I've always wanted to get fisted. I've tried now on 3 occasions, including last night. Each time, I've been able to get all fingers and thumb in. I can't get past the wide part of the hand. The guy last night kept telling me to push, which I did, and got further then ever before. But I still couldn't take it. We used lots of lube, LOTS. We moved from bare hand (great) to glove (boo, but the rules) and then back to bare hand. Any advice from other guys? I can take big dicks with little to no problem, but can't get my brain to accommodate a fist.

“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 had my first homeless sex experience last night. I was coming home from work. I work night shifts so it was around 12am. I stopped by 7/11 for some gas. When I was walking out of the store, this very attractive but slightly scruffy possibly blatino guy sitting on the ground next to the redbox asked me if I had any spare change. He said he was hungry and he begged me for money and said please in a desperate voice. It made me sad and feel bad to see such an attractive guy at such a low point, so I told him I had some spare cash and of course I'd give some to him. I told him to walk with me back to my car and I would give him whatever was in my wallet. When we got to my car, we talked for a few minutes while I was getting my wallet out of my bag. Truth is, I wanted to proposition him for sex cause he was so hot, but even if he refused I still would have given him some cash, but right as I was about to ask if he wanted some head, he looked at me with flirtatious eyes, smiled and said "you're pretty." I pretty much knew from that point we were gonna hook up. I told him I found him attractive as well and asked if he wanted some head too. He said yes, so we drove to a more secluded area and I ended up blowing him in my car for about 15 mins before he came down my throat. He had a beautiful slim toned hairless body and beautiful skin. His cock was beautiful too. It was long and medium thickness, cut, 8 inches. He told me he was 35, but I swear he looked 28. After we finished I drove back to the gas station and dropped him off and gave him $50. He told me I was one of the sweetest ppl he's ever met while being homeless. He asked for my number and I gave it him. I told him to call me if he ever needs some money for food or if he want some more head, or both.

My first dick thru a gloryhole was also my first black dick. I kept imagining my Mom watching. ; ) Now, in every dirty bookstore in town (there are 8 or 9 of em), everyone knows I "specialize" in black cocks, from skinny young thugs to fat old janitors. Their "size," their stinkiness, their sheer enthusiasm for sex... their size. Did I mention their size?

my neighbor across the street used to fuck me, then I'd go over and have dinner with him and his wife, my ass full of his cum. It was hot.

By: rocstud99 http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Visiting-Cumslut-Gets-Fucked-29268081 Visiting Cumslut Gets Fucked This dude drove down from Milwaukee to get bred. Huge whore who just wants to be used by as many cocks as possible. He was just starting his night, but had one load in for lube. Couldn't get fucked enough.

The two I sucked tonight at the bookstore were great. I felt both guys' balls pull up tight, and then felt the pulse of ejaculation in both of their cocks when they came.

I've got similar issues. I have gotten up to 4 fingers in and twisting inside. Also can't get past that last hurdle. Tip of thumb check. I think you're right...it's about timing...not going too fast otherwise you might get hurt and be out of commission for awhile. Then the breathing. Then relaxing. And getting used to larger and larger toys. Also the "snap" part is something I have heard before...never got that far. Biggest thing is patience and practice. Oh and lots and lots of lube. Think you are using too much lube? Add more!

You need to join Asspig.com and ask this question in the forum there. The men on that site love to help on issues like this. Fisting is a process. I tell my bottoms not to expect my hand in them the first three or four times. It's about breathing. It's about relaxation. It's about trust. And tons of lube. Smaller hands. Butt plug play--to get used to that 'snap' into place. Force is the last thing you need.

Got 2 in my ass and put 2 in his ass today. After a long dry spell due to our hectic schedules my POZ fuckbuddy and I were finally able to hook up again this afternoon. He shot his toxic wad deep inside me and then we flipped and I shot my load deep in his hot POZ ass. Cuddled for a while watching netflix with our asses full of cum and after we were rested up we repeated the experience. Sucked his POZ cock while I blew a load in his ass and then turned around and sat on his cock and took his load. Was a POZITIVELY fantastic afternoon. Wish he could've spent the night and we were still going at it but unfortunately he had to work.

Very hot story. I think many of us wish this would have happened to us - well, at least I do. Thank you for taking the time to dream it up and for sharing it with us!

with a poz friend, he also pissed into my ass

Thanks man - yeah sorry for the delay - real life and what not. Previously… Leaving the tray back on the couch’s coffee table again and running over to doorbell I looked through the door spyhole. I first noticed Gavin, who was looking fucking fine in a tracksuit combo, not too unlike my original clothes. Then to my utter surprise, behind him I saw Theo and Padraic. Wait – what? WHAT? What the Fucking Fuck!? Right so… Who’re Theo and Padraic you ask? Well the first only happens to be my dealer, and Padraic was, well is… my latest major ex! I opened the door quickly before Padraic reached for the bell again, and ushered the lads inside. Each of them were wide-eyed at the dog mask, but rather than take it off, with Orson still sitting within view, I quickly ushered them upstairs. Upstairs in the corridor there were two guest bedrooms. I opened the first to see a dominant eastern European guy fisting another silver-fox daddy type. I went to the other, only to see this was the crash/changing room, with Kurk lying on a bed strewn with bags and clothes staring at the ceiling. Looking over at me and the lads, he sat up looking fearful – did he think I’d got me a lynch mob or something? Holding his hands out he started to babble. “I’m sorry I nearly choked you…” I held up my hand to cut him off. “Lad shut up, it’s alright, just try not to make it happen again, now could I ask ye a favour?” He nodded meekly and sniffled – god the lad was such a milksop in real life! “could you go down to Orson Adams and keep the fella company? He looks like he could use a mate right now” Kurk nodded eagerly and sprang out of the room. I turned to the assembled three and sat down on the bed. “Right so…” and I undid my dog mask. Gavin’s face lit up, Theo seemed unfazed and Padraic glowered. Padraic was the first to pipe up “What the fuck do you think yer doin texting me at so early on a Saturday morning saying ye need help, when yer kitted up like this?! Are ye in trouble lad? I got a fucking taxi all the way here!” Padraic was a cute short IT programmer from Crossmaglenn with dark floppy hair and a constant 5 o clock shadow, who apart from the terrible accent was actually a sweet guy. Too sweet though. To the point where your mother liked him – i.e. instant boner killer. We’d end up hooking up when I was weak and horny and while the sex was decent, the aftermath was the bitter pill. Y’see Padraic was the clingiest bastard I knew. He really was a lesbian passing himself off as a gay hotty. You know the joke about lesbians and what they bring on second dates? That’s Padraic, with the moving van. I still remembered when I snuck him up to the roof of the offices of the Irish Sun for a dirty fuck to celebrate a successful all-nighter at about 5am. Two hours after we fucked with the sunrise over Belfast I got a text from him asking if I had a suit. Why – you ask? Because his sister’s wedding was in two months. The sad thing is… I went to it. The sex was that good, even though we were a terrible match in all other ways. Only Padraic couldn’t see it. He’d start one moment with filthy ball-draining sex (usually outdoors) but then immediately take that as a sign you knew each-other well enough to move in together. I’d manage to break it off with him and be free for a month only to be drunk and horny on a Saturday night and then get a late night text from him asking if I wanted some no-strings fun. Which was a lie of course. Next thing you know, I was at his niece’s christening. Once I got a picture message of his pink wet asshole with a text saying “In my new apartment, builders gone for the day, could really use some new tools!” I was over like a shot, and after we fucked he asked me if I’d actually brought any tools with me. …seriously! I was trying to wrap my head around how he got here when Theo also spoke up. “I got a text from you saying you needed a fuckload of party favours (he hefted his bag) and money was no object. I presume that wasn’t you either?” Theo was a mid-forties buff rough bearded car mechanic from Portadown who’d had as many run-ins with the law as he had tattoos, which covered his impressive body up from his knuckles (roman numerals) to the side of his neck (a lotus tattoo). Right now he was wearing a white vest and jeans. I’d always wanted to fuck him but had always thought he was straight from the posters of page-three models in his grimy mechanic shop off the Falls road which doubled as his “office”. The mechanic thing was 50% of the business and worked as a front for the rest of the money. My cocaine-fuelled workmate Aenghus had passed the dealer’s details on to me to silence me for walking in on him (to be fair to me, it was 8am on a Tuesday morning!) on one of his all-nighter celebrations with a Romanian whore in our shared office. Took fucking ages to get rid of the smell of jaded pussy. It took even longer to get rid of the image of my middle-aged, overweight work colleague pounding into her – on my desk! To be fair to Aenghus, getting Theo as a dealer was wonderful – he was reliable, never fucked you around and always either he or one of his “boys” were able to meet within a few hours. The payment was a little on the expensive side, but you never shorted him. From day one Theo let me know about his “RA” (as we call the IRA) connections, so you knew what would happen to ye if you ever stiff him on a payment – up the Mourne Mountains in the boot of a car with a shovel and a shotgun and never heard from again. I started calling him for proper supplies about… well it must have been over a year ago since I’d properly shook off Padraic’s clingy embraces and I had wanted to live a little wild again. I just never expected anything like this to happen. Theo was a pipe-dream, but in reality, you don’t shit where you eat, and as much as I wanted to see the tattoos between his neck and waist, I would never have hit on Theo in a million years! I was pretty sure the guy was straight, and while he was civil and always professional, I’d no idea how he’d take being invited to a gay orgy? Right now his eyes kept running up and down my costume. I made myself comfortable on the pile of coats. “Padraic, Theo, look, here’s the deal..” I began …a voice from the doorway continued. “I invited you here because I wanted to see what makes a …man… like Mike McAllister tick?” Simon opened the door and stepped in wearing his red and grey silk robe. I turned to him furious. “You had no right!” Simon picked up my phone and showed me the unlocking pattern “M for Mike - pretty original eh?” I took it from him. He continued “…also with names like “Theo Hot-dlr” and “Great sex but crazy”, how could I not?” He lobbed my phone back at me. The silver fox went to shake hands with the three newcomers and remarked “nice to meet you all boys, my name’s Simon. I must say that our Mike has good taste! And Theo, have no fear, we’ll be wanting those party favours in a minute” Padraic, while obviously flattered at the attention from Simon (and who wouldn’t be? The man was fit as fuck!), had bridled at the revelation of my phone’s name for him and was looking to leave. Simon stepped into his path and made a shushing noise. “Now wait there …Padraic is it? I know you’re annoyed right now, but honestly has noone every told you that your ass is a masterpiece?” Padraic stood still. I didn’t like where this was going. Simon picked up Padraic’s hand earnestly. He continued, “you see in Mike’s Whatsapp Photos folder he’s kept images that you’ve sent him, and never deleted quite a sizeable collection of pics of your...”, he leaned into Padraic’s space, “pale… delectable… juicy… ass”. With each word he pulled him closer, using Padraic’s hand to open up his robe. The boy was like a rabbit in headlights. I’d never seen someone so obviously aware of their good looks and the effect they had on people. Simon ran his finger down the side of Padraic’s face. From the bed I could see Simon’s gleaming pecs and abs and just the start of the base of his cock –he was still hard – no doubt from Caverject. Simon started whispering in Padraic’s ears. I couldn’t make it all out but words like “make it up” and “gorgeous ass” and “proper man” were used. After a bit more murmuring Simon passed Padraic an unlit joint and said “C’mon Padraic. It’ll do you good to live a little! And there’s a strict Fight Club policy here – nothing is spoken about this outside of here, so you never have to fear about this getting out. Of course you also would have to promise never to repeat anything you see here to anyone”. Padraic stood back and nodded slowly. He was mollified for now. Simon walked over to Gavin and Theo. “Gavin, your pictures don’t do you justice!” Gavin mumbled a stammered “T-thanks” and blushed. Simon leaned in and whispered a little with the hot half-Pakistani nurse. I had no idea what to expect from Gavin “IRL”. We’d only ever chatted online so his personality was a mystery to me. However, seeing how quickly Simon had dealt with the loose cannon of Padraic, I wasn’t so surprised when Simon ran his fingers up from his exposed clavicle to underneath his chin. I could just make out the end of it from my mask, “and are you wearing that green jockstrap today? Mike showed me your pics and those Andrew Christians really frame that fuckable ass!” “Um.. no. Um it’s purple” “A man for bright colours! Give me a minute and I’ll have to ask for a private show! But for now can I have your word that what you see here won’t be repeated to anyone outside?” “Um.. yeah… sure” “Now then Theo, can you also keep a secret” Simon said and continued, “and yes I’m good for my word, as long as you’re discreet” Theo had reached over to offer Padraic a light and was lighting his own joint that had been tucked behind his ear. I had noted it when he came in because while his hair had a good length to it, it was slicked back on top and buzz-cut on the sides, 50’s mod-style. Theo was a hipster long before the Belfast hipsters could… well… move to Shoreditch in London, like every other bloody hipster. Simon guided Theo over to a desk where he asked him to show him what product he had. Their conversation very quickly hushed to a professional transaction. The bravado in Simon’s stance was quickly replaced with a look of discernment as Theo unzipped his bag and pulled out various zip-loc bags of pills and powders. Gavin was staring wide-eyed at the nonchalance that accompanied a massive drug-deal and backed over to me. He whispered, “so I never knew you were so into drugs man” Padraic, who’d been circling nearby, piped in “yeah that makes two of us” Padraic and Gavin sat on the bed to my left and pushed off a tonne of bags and coats to the floor on the window side of the bed. I turned to the two and spoke up in my defense. “Lads this has been a very unusual night for me, believe me”. I started to pull off the remainder of the dog mask. God it felt good to get that thing off of me! Padraic passed the joint to Gavin and exhaling a plume of sweet stinky ganja smoke said “it’s nowhere near night anymore lad, look out at the sunrise!” and pointed my gaze behind me to the sun now over the Titanic Quarter’s skyline – the two giant container cranes affectionately known as Samson and Goliath dominating. The yellow cranes, the tops of buildings, all of us were all being bathed in gold. I smiled and said “do you remember that last time we watched the sunrise from this high up Padraic?” He looked over to me and his eyes glinted with a smile before scowling again, “yeah it was great sex… was it crazy too?” I winced at that. Simon was a fucker for letting Padraic know my nickname for him – the nickname – which I’d shortened in my mind to GSBC, was my way of steering clear of him even though my dick ached for him sometimes when I was particularly wasted. It was my message to my drunk dialling self – Steer fucking clear! I shook my head to answer as diplomatically as possible, and said “Padraic, c’mon, you know we have fantastic sex together, I mean, fuck, think about that time with you and the carrot and the pavlova on your parent’s kitchen table! And well, you know how you are, you’ve said yourself you’ve no in-between, just first and fifth gear – it’s always a crazy rollercoaster when we meet-up...” Now maybe it was the fact that this was coming from a man who was still clad in a leather harness, jockstrap and chaps who at that moment had no right to be telling anyone else about rollercoasters, or maybe it was cause Padraic was still a little drunk from the night before, but next thing I hear is a muffled giggle, and then another one, and then a full out guffaw! “Pfffft!!!!” He then started to cough a bit on the weed he’d nabbed back from Gavin (cheeky bastard!) “Do you know, my mum found that carrot about a week later in my room getting laundry” “No!” “She never said anything, just left it on a pile of folded clean clothes the next day” “Fuccccckkkk!!” Gavin and I burst out laughing! I even heard a snicker from the boys over in the corner. Ice officially broken! I turned to Gavin. “Y’see Padraic wanted to try and be double penetrated, but we were out in bloody Crossmaglenn and could only find a grocer’s!” Gavin turned to Padraic and flashed him a brilliant smile, and said in hushed tones “I don’t know how you didn’t just leave home that day, pack everything and get the next ferry to Scotland!” Padraic laughed and said, “I think I’ve gotten through the worst of it, though my mum sure makes a lot more carrots for Sunday dinner! She doesn’t even like carrots. I think she does it just so she can ask me to pass them!” I chuckled and plucked the joint out of Padraic’s fingers and took a deep puff – ah nice! Gavin then piped up, “so back to your phone name…” and looked behind him at Padraic’s ass, “Simon called your ass a masterpiece”, he flashed another stunning smile, “you should have a name like ‘Masssssterpiece’ or something” and spelled out his word play. He winked to me “maybe you can show me the damning evidence?” Padraic smiled at the compliment and also leaned over while I took out my phone to steal the joint back again. Scrolling through my Whatsapp folder I showed Gavin a few of Padraic’s more explicit shots – mostly just his spread asshole – he knew how to get me going. Gavin was licking his lips. He whispered “That’s a sweet hole Padraic!” I looked down to see that Padraic’s left hand was on Gavin’s tracksuited knee. Padraic asked for reciprocation, and I pulled up some of Gavin’s Grindr photos. There was one of Gavin wearing his green jockstrap with a finger slipped up his hole. Padraic piped up “I hope you’ve been jacking off to both of us!” I laughed and nodded, “Oh definitely!” Padraic’s hand now was rubbing Gavin’s thigh. I now noticed Gavin’s hand had stretched behind Padraic and was grabbing as much of his butt as he could. Padraic turned to him, “So would you call it a masssterpiece?” and chuckled. “Oh definitely man” and then they closed in for a kiss. Just watching these two men I knew(ish) start to kiss eachother passionately, fuck me, it’s so fucking hot! Padraic’s 5 O’ Clock shadow was grazing against Gavin’s caramel brown complexion. Just look at the two of them, going from strangers to groping and kissing in a few minutes of meeting, it made me rock hard. I’ve always loved that moment of indecision in porn, where the bartender gets asked for a to stay and drink with his last customer, or the pizzaboy is asked for extra sausage. That moment where you can see their eyes weighing up how filthy they wanna show themselves being around you! Bam – instant hardon! I stood up off the bed and turned to watch Padraic guide Gavin onto his back. Simon and Theo had finished business behind me and were watching in interest…

the day i turned 18, i went into a local adult bookstore (for the first time). I looked around at the magazines and merchandise for a while and finally got the nerve to get some quarters (remember those days) and went into the arcade. I remember i was wearing shorts, t-shirt and sandals. i went into a booth that was showing gloryhole video, and put some quarters in the machine. i'm glad i did - it was educational for what happened that night. im watching the video and learning to look for fingers from the other side of the gloryhole. a kept watching the hole and sure enough i saw a face and soon after a finger through the hole. I was hard and shaking with excitement. i stood up pulled down my shorts and stuck my cock through the hole. the guy starting to lick my balls, and worked his way up my cock and started to blow me. after a few minutes he stopped. i was disappointed and pulled out. as i stepped away i noticed his ass up against the hole and on the screen the scene has changed from a blow job to the guy fucking through the hole. I followed the movie and slide my cock into my first ass. we fucked for a bit and the guy moved away and leaned down and asked me to unlock my door. i was scared, but horny so i did. I did as he asked. he was older but hot. he came into my booth got completely undressed so i did too. he got on his knees starting sucking me again. i told him i want to fuck. he looked up asked how much experience i had - i said none. he smiled a beautiful smile and continued to suck me. a few minutes later he stood said he wanted to come in my ass. i said i wanted to do the same and told me to follow him. he got dressed, i got dressed and followed him into a theatre room. there were 5-6 guys in there, some sitting in the chairs watching a straight movie, others were standing around the walls, looking or with their cocks out. i was amazed, excited, hard and dripping precum like a river. the guy a followed dropped his pants and bent over a chair in the last row and said fuck me. i dropped my shorts and did. i remember a guy coming behind me playing with my ass. he started to eat me and i was in heaven. he stood up and gave me a pill told it would relax me i was shaking so bad. so i took it. he went back to eating my ass, inserted fingers, and opening my tight hole. i stopped shaking and got very relaxed. i remember him inserting his cock - it really hurt but felt awesome at the same time. I remember lookiing around and seeing the other move towards me. i dont remember much after that. the next thing i remember is coming down from whatever that pill was and i was in ghole booth with my ass against the hole and a cock inside me as i felt fluid (cum and piss) dripping down my leg and a puddle on the floor. i felt the cum inside me and pull out. i moved away from the hole found my clothes on the bench in the booth. i got dressed and left. my ass was wet and dripping as i drove home (I lived with my parents). when i got home i emptied my pockets and found a note they said i was a great fuck with a nice cock and that i was to go back to the bookstore on Saturday night for a repeat. i dont know how many loads i took until Saturday when i recognized one of the guys from Thursday. he said i took 5 before he left. that was my start.

Chapter 14: The Pervert I stared up at the mirror, seeing my body, tears streaking down my face. It also wet from that fucker’s armpits and asshole. I felt like puking, remembering that I had just had my tongue shoved up another guy’s asshole. I heard the door open and looked over to see who was next. I recoiled in fear and terror as I saw the clerk, with his swastika tattoo at full gory glory, waddle towards me. I tried screaming out, but I still had no voice. He grinned at me and just said, “Don’t worry boy, I’m not here for your cunt. You wiped me out at two loads. Plus, I had to punish a certain other boy,” he looked to the other guy and they both laughed. “Help me get the cunt down.” He and the other guy worked together to get me down, unhooking my legs and letting me slowly readjust to the blood flow. Clerk, “How many loads did he take?” Other guy, “Final tally is 39. I believe that’s a record for our group.” Clerk, “And he’s still alive? Impressive. The last guy died at 24 loads. You going to tell me his secret?” Other guy, “You know the rules Leo. You pay to play and record; we keep the secrets.” Clerk, “Fine. Don’t really give a fuck anyway. Spent $2,000 on him. Think I’ll make easily twice that from his videos.” Other guy, “Just remember the rule, no faces. Except the cunt.” At this point he looked at me briefly and smiled. Clerk, “Yeah, I remember. All the cameras are placed so that only his face shows up. I’ll need to edit out the, uh, OTHER, part though.” Other guy, “Yeah, please do. Did you call his ride?” Clerk, “He’ll be here in about 20 minutes. So I’ll leave you guys alone.” Other guy, looking directly at the clerk, said, “No need to leave. You sure you don’t want a last bit of use from little Joey here?” Clerk grabbed at his crotch and laughed. “This little fucker is down for the count for a couple days. Ain’t no way he’s up to another fucking.” Other guy, “I’m sure there’s something in your twisted fuck mind that Joey can help with. ANYTHING at all.” Clerk, “Anything?” Other guy, “Anything. Just tell him what you want.” The other guy walked to the side of the room and smiled as he saw my discomfort. The clerk just looked me over and said, “You don’t like my tattoo do you?” I shook my head and said, “No I don’t.” Clerk, “You a nigger lover?” Me, “No.” Clerk, “Kiss it.” Me, “What? Kiss that? No fucking way.” Other guy, in a sharp tone, “Order him Leo.” Clerk, looking over at the other guy, “Really?” Other guy, slight nod. Leo, “Kiss my swastika bitch.” I hobbled forward, dropped to my knees. I tried to fight it, but I placed my lips to the center of the swastika. Leo, “Lick it, from point to point.” I tried to fight it, disgusted at what I was doing. I licked it from one top point to the bottom and repeated on the other side of it. Leo, “You fucking little sicko.” Other guy, “Move along Leo. Even I find that repugnant. You know why you’re allowed in this.” Leo, “Fuck off, S… Ahh, leave it at fuck off.” Other guy, “Smart choice. Focus on the fucktard. What do you want him to do?” Leo, “Stand up bitch.” I used his belly to help myself stand up. As I did, my face moved near his armpit and was assaulted by the stench of his filthy pit. My face recoiled in disgust at the smell. Leo, “Oh, does that stink? I didn’t shower yesterday.” “Or the last week,” I muttered. Leo laughed and then slapped me across the face. Leo smiled at the red handprint, and whistled when it disappeared. He looked at the other guy, “I think I just discovered something.” Other guy, looking directly at Leo, “No, you didn’t. Now, if you want something from Joey, decide quickly. I’m getting sick being in the same room with you. And his ride will be here soon.” Leo snarled at the other guy, then turned back to me. “Lick my dirty armpit clean.” I looked at him, and then the other guy. “Please, not that. That’s too much.” Other guy, “Joey.” Leo, “Lick my fucking armpit clean. NOW BITCH.” He raised his arm and if the smell was bad before, it was horrible. I don’t know what was going on but as my mind screamed at me to stop, and my stomach threatened to eject whatever was in my stomach, my face moved closer until my tongue was deep in Leo’s putrid armpit. He moved slightly and shoved my face into his armpit using his other hand. “Yeah jock boy, get that tongue in there. Taste that pit sweat. Do you like it?” I shook my head, while still tonguing away. I heard a car pull in to the lot and stop in front of the door. Other guy, “Time’s up Leo.” Leo, “Fuck man, he’s getting me going.” Other guy, “NOW LEO.” I felt Leo pull away and back up. I heard a knock on the door as Leo snickered at me. “Your face is covered in my pit sweat you little bitch.” Leo opened the door and walked out, as Sir entered. Sir looked at the other guy, nodded and said, “Brother. How’d our new disciple do?” I looked from Sir to the other guy. Brother? What? Sir saw my confusion and introduced me, “Joey, meet Brother Shawn. Brother Shawn, I believe you already know Joey.” Brother Shawn looked in my direction, but did not make eye contact. “Oh, yes. I do know Joey. Quite intimately in fact.” Sir looked at Brother Shawn, “I will expect a full report. Until then, Joey go wash that slime off your face. You have class in a couple hours.” I walked into the bathroom and washed my face. A couple of hours? How long had this been going on? I looked in the mirror, trying to see what had become of me. I noticed a mark on my forehead that had never been there before. I touched it and could feel it was still raw and sore to the touch. I looked down the rest of my body. Despite memories of burns and beatings, I had no visible marks. Just the one in the center of my forehead. I walked back out to find Sir and the other Brother talking. Sir trailed off when he saw me, but I distinctly heard his last words, “A gift from his…” “You ready boy?” “Yes Sir. Can I ask some questions?” Sir and the other Brother exchanged concerned looks. Sir said, “You can ask, but I can’t guarantee that I can, or will, answer them. Not here though. This place reeks of Leo, and it makes me sick.” Sir instructed me to get in the car and asked Brother Shawn to come with us. Brother Shawn agreed. I walked to the car and opened the passenger side front door and retrieved my shirt and pants. I turned to find both Sir and Brother Shawn staring at me. “If Brother, uh, him? Okay that’s the first question I need an answer to. You,” looking at Sir, “I address as Sir.” He nodded. “If I’m in the service of another Brother, and you’re not there, I can address him as Sir?” Sir nodded. “How do I address you each if you are together? Like now. Is it Sir 1 and Sir 2? Or is it both Sir? Or…” Sir smiled and waved me over. I walked over, worried that I had offended him with my imbecilic question. He took my face in his hand, lifting me by the chin, and leaned down. I expected a face full of spit as he had done almost 24 hours before. Instead, this time he gently placed his lips to mine and gave me a gentle kiss. My heart and stomach both leapt and flipped at the same time. “Joey, you can be so frustratingly adorable at times.” “I, I’m sorry Sir. I…” “Shh. That’s an okay thing to be. SOMETIMES.” I looked at him, seeing the smile in his eyes and on his face. He saw my face and my eyes looking at him. “But I will still beat your ass if you deserve it.” His demeanor switched from amused to serious in an instant. Seeing the fear in my eyes, he switched back to a smile. “Now the answer to your question. Your long and goofy question. When you are addressing me, I am always Sir. When you are in service to another Brother by himself, his title is also Sir; as you followed yesterday. In the presence of multiple Brothers, you defer to me as Sir and if need to address another Brother arises, you use that title, Brother.” I mouthed the correct titling and said, “Thank you, Sir.” I asked if I should get dressed or stay as I am and was directed to dress. I turned back to the car and got in the back seat. Sir smiled at me. “You are learning well boy. Your training is coming along, much faster than we expected.”

Mine was with a married friend in his bed. I was his first. It was fucking amazing.

Went today to Pennine sauna, it was packed, so much bare fucking, i got fucked 7 times and got 5 deposits of cum in my arse, got fucked in dark steam room, dark room and on a bed at massage table. Greatday, i was only there for 2 hours.

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.

Another 20 mins or so passed with me in the darkness, I could hear low conversations in the other room. Suddenly the door opened wide and I could see Matt in the doorway. He stalked over to the bed, grabbed both my feet and tied them together. I felt him cut the rope tying my hands to the bed but my hands remained tied. With a swift movement he grabbed me and through me over his shoulder. "Come on bitch, time for the real party to start" he said as he carried me out the bedroom. Still bound and helpless he carried me outside, I was naked and terrified as I saw him head towards the pickup. He opened the door and flung my skinny body onto the seat. I landed with a thud against the seat as I heard him shut the door and head to the drivers door. "We are gonna head to a friends and see how much more punishment your pussy hole can take." I groaned into the rag stuffed into my mouth, I didn't know how much more I could take, my body ached all over. The car started and I felt us pickup speed as we drove from the house. The journey lasted for about 30 minutes before I felt the car slow, turn off the road and head down a bumpy driveway. The car ground to a halt in the gravel and I felt Matt get out and head round to my door. As he opened the door I attempted to kick at him in a vain attempt to get away. All it did was piss him off. "You're going to regret that soon you stupid bitch." he barked at me. He grabbed my slender waist, hauled me over his shoulders and head for the house. As we approached I could see a run down house which appeared to be far from any main road. It looked abandoned from the outside, but as we got closer I could see other cars parked and hear voices inside. Matt kicked at the partially open door to open it, and as we entered yelled out "Hey boys, the main event has arrived!" A cheer went up as I looked around the room at a bunch of older guys drinking and smoking. Matt pushed open another door and we entered a dank room with a dirty mattress on the floor. He unceremoniously dumped me from his shoulder onto the mattress. It reeked of cum and piss, in the corner a complex looking harness was suspended from the roof. I was sitting stunned on the mattress for a moment, before Matt fisted my hair and painfully pulled me up. "MmmhMM" I tried to cry out through the rag. He dragged me over to the harness and attached a loop to each hand, once he was satisfied he undid the bindings on both hands and my feet. He then proceeded to attach a loop to each foot and around my groin. "There you go slut, you wont be going anywhere for a while." he laughed. He called out and the guys from the other room filed in. "Ok boys, he strung up and ready for the taking, put you $20 on the table and get your monies worth." The guys milled around slapping $20 bills down and started getting their clothes off. I watch as two older white guys, maybe mid 40's approached me at the same time. They both had beer guts and one had a rough beard. The bearded one reached out and fondled my soft cock, I was mortified as he worked it until my boner was jutting out from my skinny body. "Look, the sick little fucker is gagging for it" he laughed. I watched as they both shucked off their clothes, the one with the beard yanked at a cord and I felt myself be dragged towards the ceiling by my wrists. I cried out into my gag from the pain but it just seemed to excite the room more. I watched as the other guy lay down on the floor underneath my suspended body. I watched with confusion as he played with his huge engorged cock. I could see the angry red head poking out of his uncut cock, each pump of it seemed to make a stream of precum roll down the thick shaft. Suddenly he reached up and with a yank pulled out the butt plug that had been stuffed in me. I felt a trickle of toxic spooge run down my thigh. He reached up, swiped some of the cum from my thigh and rubbed it into his cock. "That's all the lube your getting cunt." he spat at me. I suddenly saw the bearded guy yank at a cord and felt my body jolt as I was lowered towards the engorged cock head below me. I cried out in terror as I felt the fat leaky cock head kiss my exposed hole. The guy below me grabbed my lithe hips and guided me down onto his awaiting shaft. "Ohhhhh fuck yeah." he groaned as my body had no choice but to open up and take his thick cock deep inside. As I was lowered onto the cock I could hear the woof whistles of the other watching guys as they stroked their leaking cocks. Tears welled in my eyes and ran down my cheeks as I was lifted and lowered by the bearded guy onto his friends thick meat. My arms were stretched and my legs flailed helplessly as each downward thrust grazed his bulbous leaky head against my prostate. I was in so much pain and yet I watched as my cock responded to the stimulation. I felt myself get harder and my slutty instincts kicked in as I tried to buck against his fat knob and hit my prostate again and again. The bearded guy ripped out my gag. "Look at you slut, you're turning into a real cock whore now. Tell him what you want of I'll stop fucking you on his shaft." I kept my mouth shut and he stopped lowering me. I bucked downwards trying to hit my prostate and so he raised me higher. "No, no my little slut. Tell us what you want or we wont let you go." he ordered. "I... I want... I want him to fuck me." I stuttered. "And....?" he asked. "And... cum in me.." I admitted, defeated. "So you want him to fill you with his poz cum?" he asked. "Yes, fill me with his poz cum, I need it Sir." I answered. "Good boy." Clearly pleased with my response the chant went up in the room "Lower the bitch!" as I felt myself lowered back down on the erect shaft, feeling it graze my sweet spot. I moaned out loud, unable to hide how good this felt being stuffed full of a big juicy cock. The bearded guy kept my ass pumping up and down on the thick meat, my distended hole now able to take it all. I felt my cock leaking a steady stream of precum now as my instinct took over and I felt myself approaching orgasm. The bearded guy must have sensed how close I was from my breathing, as he started to pump me up and down faster and faster. I felt the guy beneath me grab onto my hips tighter as he too came closer to cumming. Suddenly I felt myself reach the point of no return as the fat cock inside me hit me just right. I felt myself cumming hands free all over the floor. As my ass muscles constricted I felt the guy beneath me pull my hips down hard onto his cock as he lost control and squirted a massive poz load into my fuck hole. "Take it all you fucking slut, take my toxic swimmers, gonna breed you up." he cried out. I felt the thick shaft pulse as his balls emptied into my awaiting cunt. I went limp after my orgasm, I was left hanging for a moment before I felt myself jerked up and the huge cock pull from my wrecked hole. A spray of cum landed with a splat from my loose hole as my fucker got up and walked away. I heard him high five one of the watching guys. "Who's next?" he laughed as he walked out the room.

As most guys here I really enjoy presenting myself as a slutty bottom but not because I feel good feeling like a slutty bottom, but also because I get more action. At the sauna, for instance, instead of just waiting in my room like all other bottoms waiting to get bred, I "decorate" my room with signs that glow in the dark and that present me as a slutty bottom: "Cream this hole", or "Breed me". Guys have told me that the signs caught their attention and decided to come into my room and want to breed my hole. So, for me "being a slutty bottom" makes me feel good and brings me more action (i.e., loads).

I awoke a few hours later in complete darkness. For a second I wondered where I was, but it all came flooding back when I felt the dull ache in my ass, and realised I was tied to a bed. I tried to cry out but all that came out was a low moan, my mouth was stuffed with a dirty rag. I lay in the darkness for another 20 minutes or so before I heard footsteps approaching. The door opened for a moment and I heard two men enter. I recognised the first voice as my rapist, however had no idea who the second man was. I struggled on the bed and tried to turn onto my back. "Don't move bitch, or I'll slap your ass so fucking hard. I'm making business arrangements." I froze. Business arrangements? "He's all yours for $50, only rule is when you give him back he's still got to be usable for another client." I heard my rapist say. "Yeah no worries dude, he should still be in one piece." The unfamiliar voice laughed. With that, I heard the door open and close again. I sensed I was left in the dark with the stranger. As I lay in the darkness I felt the bed sag as he sat next to me, I could smell whiskey and cigarettes on his clothes. I jumped as I felt him cup the end of the butt plug holding my rapists cum in me. "You're one dirty bitch" he muttered, fondling my ass and cock. I tried to moan and pull away, but all that earn't me was a slap across the ass. "We are gonna have some fun tonight, I bought your cute little ass for $50 and I intend on getting my monies worth." I felt the bed lift as he got up, I heard him in the darkness taking off his clothes. Before I knew it I felt the weight of him on my back, he felt heavy and I could feel his beer gut pressing against my back. His smell was suffocating, a mix of cigarettes and BO. I felt him reach down and remove the butt plug, I felt the cool air for a moment against my distorted hole. That was quickly replaced by what felt like a huge leaky cock head pushing against my hole. "Give it up for me baby" he whispered in my ear. "I'm gonna work this into your hole one way or another so you might as well enjoy the ride." I thrashed on the bed, trying to move away from the huge invading pole resting against my no longer virgin hole. He slapped me in the side of the head, momentarily stunned I stopped moving, and as I did so I felt his huge snake enter my hole and slide down deep into me. "Mmmm fuck yeah, thats a good pussy." In the darkness I started to cry into the bed. I moaned in pain into the dirty rag as I felt his massive cock pump in and out of my hole. "You're going to love this cock baby, it's the one thats going to knock you up with my thick poz venom." I whimpered into the rag. "Shhh.." he whispered into my ear. "Remember I paid for this hole, so I'm not finishing until I've drained my balls into you tight little twat." With that he started to rough pound me into the mattress, I could feel his low hanging nuts slam into my limp cock with each thrust. I gave up and resigned myself to being his pussy hole. He must have sensed this in me as he leaned down, spat on me and said "I told you you were going to love this cock". He picked up the pace on my hole and I sensed that his breathing was changing, his balls were no longer slapping against me as they drew up, ready to inject their deadly load into my stretched and destroyed hole. "Uunnnkkm" he heaved as I felt his whole body go rigid. I felt the huge pole inside me go still for a moment, and then begin to pulse inside my hole. Jet after jet of hot poz cum flooded into my vulnerable hole. "TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD WHORE, I'M POZZING YOU RIGHT NOW." he screamed. He collapsed onto my back as I sobbed into the mattress. I felt him use his hips to push the toxic load deeper into me. After a few minutes I felt him lift off me, replace the butt plug and get dressed. "Good hole boy, I'm gonna recommend you to some friends." I heard the door open and close again. I was terrified and in the dark again, full of poz cum.

No, keep bringing them condoms, they're your security blanket. When I was trying to be safe what happened to you could have happened to me, but I would have rationalized it away and assured myself that I'd be safe the next time. But I'd pull down my jeans when I went down on a man, which was an open invitation to fuck me. And when he would pull me up and push his cock bare in my pre-lubed asshole I was too submissive to stop him. Eventually I decided it didn't matter any more. The first time I backed my ass up on a cock through a glory hole felt like liberation.

Great story. Face it you are hooked. You NEED it now. A man's cock and cum in your asshole is what you need. And one isn't enough. You will want more and more. Go back and let your self go. Leave the condoms at home. Enjoy who you are and the fact you are giving so many men pleasure!

... and I was declined by private insurance. I knew it was going to happen but still: All of my WTFs. Why make a drug that could potentially stamp out HIV easy to get, right?

CHAPTER 2 You’re sorely tempted to take a closer look at that blonde girl back on King’s Row, but the night is young and you decide to take some time to see what else is on offer. The Hummingbird? Sounds interesting, but you don’t want to blow half your cash on the first night. Check the usual hooker sites? Nah, you can do that any time back home. Your mind drifts back to your driver’s comment about the Pink Pearl…if you can’t get your rocks off in here, you’re really not trying. Yeah, that sounds good. That sounds pretty fucking perfect. You hop into the shower, and then get dressed in fresh clothes before heading into the night. You can’t tell much about the Pearl from the outside. The obligatory neon pink sign, which might possibly depict a pole-dancing woman if you squint a bit, set above a narrow set of concrete stairs plunging down towards an open door. Music pours up towards you as you descend the steps towards a giant of a man dressed in a bad suit. You pay the entrance fee - £10, but you only have twenties so you tell him to keep the change. The giant smiles and nods appreciatively. “Thanks mate! Here’s a tip in return: Jade’s in tonight, and you won’t want to miss her.” You thank him and walk inside, starting a tab and picking up a bottle of beer for a fiver as you pass the bar. As expected, the Pink Pearl is a dive, sleazy through and through – no bad thing; sleaze has a precious place in your heart. The carpet clings to your feet as you move towards a two-seater sofa towards the back of the room, avoiding the tables arrayed around the front of the stage. You’re not here for the dancing, after all. You sit back, take a drink from your bottle, and look around you. On the stage is a brunette dressed in a black thong and nothing else, grinding around a pole while Paradise City pumps out from hidden speakers. From this distance, in this low light, she might be twenty-five; so you mentally add ten years to that. Still, she’s kept it together: decent round arse, nice big nipples and a reasonably attractive face – overall, maybe a six out of ten. Eight if she’s as slutty as she looks from here. In front of her, just before the stage, are clusters of tables. It’s a pretty busy night and most of the seats are taken: some by men loudly encouraging her to “Show us the rest!”, some attempting to talk to each other over the noise, and some simply staring at her. Around the walls to your left and right are couches like yours, mostly occupied by single men, though a few have a girl sitting next to them – staff, you assume, rather than wives and girlfriends. One of them is straddling her companion’s lap as he tweaks her nipples as though trying to get a better radio signal, while on another sofa a woman is talking to her client while fondling his cock through his trousers. After a couple of minutes, you notice a girl with a purple pixie cut heading towards the couch to your left. The man sitting there shakes his head and, to your delight, she walks towards you with a cute little dimpled smile. “Hi! I’m Honey!” she chirps. “Want to buy me a beer? You can put it on your tab, and I’ll come and drink it with you.” You agree that this sounds like an excellent idea. She slips away for a moment, allowing you to enjoy the sight of her tight arse as she walks towards the bar, returning with two bottles of beer. She puts one in front of you and holds onto the other, then nestles in next to you with her hand on your thigh. Your cock twitches; you hope she noticed but she doesn’t say anything about it. Not yet. As you make small talk, you size her up. She’s small – maybe five-two – with small, perky breasts, huge brown eyes, a snub nose and a pixie face to match the haircut. Those lovely little tits are covered – barely – by a sequined purple bikini top, and you resist the urge – barely – to rip it off. Her hand rubs your thigh, inching closer to your swiftly-hardening cock, and it only seems polite to put your arm around her. She squirms closer towards you. She finally looks down at your crotch and giggles. “You seem to be having a bit of a trouser problem. How would you like a little lap-dance to make it worse? Twenty quid for five minutes? I’ll make it the best five minutes of your life!” You doubt that very much, but still, she’s a good seven out of ten and Uncle Ron would be very disappointed if you didn’t take her up on her offer. Honey beams at you as you agree to a lap-dance and smoothly pivots to straddle your lap, her bikini bottom firmly planted on your crotch and her sequined top inches from your face. “No touching below the waist!” she scolds you with a playful frown, before shrugging off her bra and slipping a beautiful little pink nipple into your mouth. You lick and suck and twirl your tongue hungrily around it as she wriggles delightfully on your cock, which is now throbbing painfully in your pants. Despite her instruction to stay above the waist, you can’t resist the urge to slide your hand down her hip to grope her buttock, and she gently slaps your hand away. “I told you: not below the waist!” She grins at you and puts her mouth to your ear. “Not in here, anyway,” she murmurs. “If you want to pay another twenty for a private booth, we can do a lot more in there. You’ll get the booth for fifteen minutes, but the cost after that will depend on what you want to do with me.” She giggles again, and reaches down with one hand to grasp your straining cock. “I have to warn you, though – I’m not cheap! If you’re low on cash you might be better with Tiffany over there,” nodding towards the stage, “’cos she won’t cost you much more than a bag of chips and the bus fare home. Slow night for her tonight, and she’ll be coming off-stage in a minute.” You regain enough of your senses to remember the bouncer’s suggestion. “How about Jade?” you ask. “She was recommended to me on the way in.” Honey pouts at you. “Yes, fine, she’s beautiful and I’m sure you’d have a good time with her, if you’re into Oriental girls” she grudgingly concedes, “but she’s with another customer right now, and I’m right here!” She pushes those lovely little rosebud tits back into your face and continues to rub your cock. You need to put a stop to this, or the only place you’ll be unloading is inside your own pants. You have £4,945 left. Do you: Accompany Honey to a private booth Go for the bargain-basement option and wait for Tiffany to finish her routine Wait for Jade to become available Politely decline Honey’s offer and see who else is available Finish your beer and leave the Pink Pearl in search of other pleasures

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 9 My first rapist reached around and spread my ass to reveal my still sore hole to this monster who would kill me with his cock. I felt the metal skull touch my hole and while I was expecting it to be cold, it actually felt hot, like it had just been in an oven. “That’s the beginning of the fire you will be trying to extinguish the rest of your pathetic, cum hunting life. No amount of fucking, cum taking or accepting your place as a whore for men will ever extinguish that fire. But you will not remember me telling you that in a minute. You will always be seeking that extinguisher.” The pain I felt at the first penetration of my hole was nothing compared to the absolute shredding of my…cunt. The skull forced my hole open, bringing the burning sensation into my inner walls, followed by the large ring. My hole tried to resist, to protect itself from its abject destruction, but it was not going to stop the monstrosity. There was laughter from behind and the rest of the cock was ripped into my pussy and shoved deep into my cum filled ass. The agony was a thousand times worse than the first rape. The heat that was emanating from the whole of this demon’s cock was unbearable, from the skull and ring, all the way to the base which was stretching my once tight hole into a loose cunt. I screamed with the agony of my destruction and agony, the terror so load it actually was heard from around and behind the gag. “Do you feel that Joey? My demon dick in your once virgin hole? The hell fire that is marking you as a slut? A pussy for men to use and abuse? Are you enjoying it yet boy?” I could barely hear his taunts and could not respond. Suddenly, the pain was doubled when the large cock was ripped out of my ass. “Boy, pull him back as far as possible and bend him over. I have one more destruction to complete.” I felt my body being pulled as far from the wall as the cuffs and my arms would allow, and then being bent over to give this Beast a direct aim to my cunt, which felt like it was wide open and empty. “Master, do you think he’ll be able to…survive that?” “Do you think I care? If the bitch survives, his hole will be prepared to take his new life. If it doesn’t survive, he will be an unwilling participant in the life that will be his going forward. It’s always more fun when the punks are not as strong and able as you are boy, to survive this initiation. It’s always more fun when they remain a non-consenting breeding sow who doesn’t enjoy serving our Master with their ass and mouth. The only better ones are the straight boys who never wanted it at all.” What the hell were they talking about? What did he mean survive? I felt the cock again at my cunt. “Oh Father, prepare this loathsome punk for his final destruction, cursed be his ultimate fate.” The beast shoved his cock back in, not stopping and making me again wail in agony. This time, the pain was worse because there was a new penetration, deep in my ass, another hole was ripped asunder. This rape continued for an eternity, alternating between slow but deep penetration and full removal and reentry, and hard painful rammings that tore my deepest innards apart. During the entire time, I screamed and cried, tried to force my mind away from feeling what was going on. I even tried slamming my head into the wall and the railing, hoping that I would blackout or something more. “Here is your final cumunion with your new Master. Demon Father, poison this whore with your demon seed, to slowly destroy him and make him the newest unholy depository to your gift.” One final, destructive thrust was paired with a blast of what felt like liquid fire. “Take your destruction boy, your death by demon sperm.” Several shots were fired into my cunt, deep into my body, into my soul it seemed. After the spasms of cum slowed and then stopped, the cock was left to shrink in battered cunt before getting pulled out. My hole stayed open, but all I could feel was cold air blowing into my ass, no cum was dripping out. “Look at me Joey.” My face, still contorted in agony, hatred and humiliation, turned to the loathsome creature. “Did you like that Joey? Did you enjoy the blessing that was bestowed upon you by my Father through his seed? I glared at him and shook my head. The demon smiled and looked to my first rapist. “We have found a true disciple. An unwilling participant in our quest.” Both laughed and I watched in terror as the demon reached to my still open hole and stuck a finger in, to wet it with cum. He reached back to his stomach and marked another hash on his list. “99.” The demon again turned to the other man. “Prepare him for his first usage. The guys are very anxious to take their turns. He should be healed and tightened up in a few minutes.” Turning back to me, “Joey, I am so happy to welcome you to your new life and am so glad you have been successful in remaining an unwilling participant in your new life. That will bring my Father immense joy in your pain and humiliation. It will also bring us immense monetary pleasure as we will continue to sell you, an unwilling cum whore, a tight jock pussy no matter how many cocks you are forced to take and how many loads. I think your first test tonight will be a success as there are several men here to use your cunt.” “I look forward to seeing you around campus and hearing stories of the jock who can’t stop throwing himself at every man on campus. And if you think you can escape this in any way, be assured, that has been foreseen and is not an option. There will be no death for you, no alcohol or drug to dampen your experience. You will never enjoy being a whore, and you will never be a willing participant. You will know every time a man uses your cunt and pumps his sperm into you like a cum dump. You will never forget this night or any fucking, breeding, rape, or physical attack against your body for any minute of any day for the rest of your pathetic life.” With that promise made, the demon put his cock away, put a shirt on and walked out of the stall. Within seconds, I could hear the noise from outside again. The first rapist stood there, looking at my ass and simply said, “It’s time for you to spread your cunt bitch.”

Part VI I sat there and could not even speak. I had drank too much booze in the heat and had pretty much been raped without really knowing it as I had been zonked out. I looked at my new buddy then and he then told me the rest of my dream had not been a dream either. He said after watching the other guy do me he, like he told me earlier was just too horny, and the two of them had lifted me up and placed me in the sling and had cuffed my hands and shackled my legs in it. Then he had entered my cummy hole with little trouble and had also fucked me and filled my hole with his cum. He said he thought I knew what was going on as I was moaning like crazy and when he had cum I blew my own load clear up to my face. He said he had licked it off of me and kissed me and fed my own cum to me too. He then said he found he didn't have the key to the cuffs and went to find it and forgot that whoever was chained in the sling was supposed to be fair game for anyone or he would have had someone keep a closer watch. The other guy said he just watched out of heat and by the time my buddy came back with a key he had told him that 6 guys had already stepped up an unloaded their cum in me too. My bud then said since there was that much in he felt he might as well leave me there as I seemed comfortable and was out anyway. The other guy said he stayed and watched the whole thing and by the time the line quit and he yelled at my buddy to come get me out of there I had had a total of, counting theirs too, 35 loads in my ass of cum. I just sat there in total shock. I had never even wanted a man's cock in me and now they are telling me I had not only had a cock in me but had had 35 of them and all had cum in me on top of that. I couldn't even imagine it. The dream was actually reality and I had really just been used as a cum dump just like I had overheard one those guys talking before. What the hell was I going to do now? I was having trouble wrapping my mind around it. A cum dump, 35 loads, my hole so full of cum it kept leaking out of me like a faucet and they were saying I was moaning for more and more? I could not imagine it. I got up and walked over by the sling and watched the guy in it being fucked hard by another guy. I had been right there doing the same thing. As the guy started to cum in the guy I could hear them both moaning a bit too and I thought how did I stay out like that. When the guy pulled his cock out the guy in the sling jumped out too, a willing one it seemed. I walked up to it and stared into it and looked up at the mirror. My bud came up then and told me he was really sorry about that. I asked him did I really seem to be enjoying that. He said I sure did and my cock had been hard and throbbing the whole time and really erupted a gusher when I had cum. I turned and looked him in the eye for a minute. I then reached down and dropped my shorts off and hopped up into the sling and told him to show me. I wanted to see if I really had enjoyed that. He grinned and helped settle me into it. He then stepped back a bit and as I watched, he dropped both his shorts and jockstrap in one smooth action. He had one hell of a hard on. It had to be all of 10 inches and big around as my Coke can. I almost climbed back out of the sling at the sight of that monster, but got control of myself thinking I had already took that once so must be able to. He was smiling then as he stepped towards me and positioned his cock at my hole and said are you ready. I just nodded and in anticipation felt my own cock springing up hard. I reached down and pulled it out of my jockstrap and the he took my hand and pulled my up a little and guided it to his cock. He had me guide it to my hole and hold on to it as he started to enter me. Even with all the cocks I had had before my hole had closed back up fairly well so he had to push some to get in. It kind of hurt and then my hole gave in and he sunk in. I could feel that and then had to let loose of him and he buried it in me completely and he started to fuck me nice and slow. He was hitting that spot again right off too and my own cock was throbbing and tingling like crazy. After about 10 minutes of this he was getting faster and harder. It felt amazing. I then noticed we had gathered a small crowd to watch. There were murmurs going around about 'the guy' that had taken so many loads before and was back again. I zoned them out and looked into my buds eyes wanting to just feel this pleasure that was sweeping over me and yes I was moaning from the fantastic feeling. My bud leaned in and kissed me again running his tongue all through my mouth. He then really went to town pounding my hole and leaned in and said I am getting ready to unload again. I told him to hurry as I thought I was going to cum too any second. All at once he almost hesitated and then rammed hard and deep into me as he could and I could feel his cock throbbing as he was cumming in me. As he did he was leaning over me again and saying oh my God that is great to cum like this in a neg hole with my poz cum and my cock exploded again and hit me from my stomach to my mouth again. He then leaned over and was licking it off of me again and when he reached my mouth we kissed again and he fed me my own cum again. As we laid there recovering I started to wonder about his words. We finally managed to get up and he helped me out of the sling to applause from the onlookers. We both just kind of grinned and grabbed our clothes and walked back over to the cot. When we got there my ass was leaking again so I grabbed the towel again and wiped up a huge amount leaking out of me. I looked at the towel then for the first time and noticed that there were red streaks all over it where I had wiped the cum up from me. I asked my bud what that could be. He said that being a virgin ass until a while ago I had probably torn open a little here and there inside and it was blood. He then said something else I didn't understand about that helping to spread their babies better anyway. It was then I asked him about his wording. He said he had probably just fed me my last neg load to eat when we got done fucking. I just stared at him with no idea what he was talking about. He all at once gave a laugh and said oh hell I forgot for a bit you are supposed to be straight and don't have a clue about this. I shrugged my shoulders so he said get ready for another shock about your dream. He said they all had biohazard tattoos because they were all poz and none of them on meds either. I still did not understand. He just looked pained and said they were all poz and I was neg and every one of them that had fucked me were all poz too, so most likely with the bleeding I would become poz. I just stared not comprehending at all. He said you really are straight as hell aren't you and laughed. He hugged me then and said poz was kind of shorthand for HIV POZ meaning they all had it and I had been neg and did not have HIV. I probably would now though with all the amount of their toxic cum I had taken in me. I dropped onto the cot and asked "Oh, fuck, what the hell have I done?"

The following is set mostly in the future, although flashbacks will be frequent, obviously it is fiction, as are the characters, and the situations portrayed Marcus: 2031 I looked at the clock and wondered if he was going to show, Damion said he would arrive before midnight but it was now 11:55 and there was still no sign of him. My man cunt was still dripping cum from the last stud who fucked me an hour or so earlier, but I really wanted Damion in me, to fill me with his demon seed, to make me beg for it, to let him see the lust in my eyes as he believed he was knocking me up. I wondered what he would say if he knew the truth about me. If he knew that I had become immune to his virus, and that I just wasn’t a bug chasing stud who craved his seed. No, that changed for me several years ago, and as I lay there waiting for Damion, I reflected on how I had gotten to this point in my life 2009 I was a late bloomer, as many of my friends would describe me, awkward and clumsy in my 6’2 frame, athletic but not really coordinated enough to play organized sports. Oh I played tackle on my high school football team because I knew how to knock things over, the I was pretty much the proverbial bull in a china shop kind of guy. And, while I knew I liked boys and older men, not until I was in my senior year of high school, about when I started getting control over my body and building some confidence in my actions, which was also the time that my acne cleared up, that I began to realize I was turning into a stud, or so my best friend Robert told me. Until he met me, Robert was a total closet case. Then his constant drooling over me forced him out of the closet, people noticed his always hanging around me and gushing over me, it was like he was totally into me. It was near the end of the school year when we went to a party for the senior class that he outed both himself and me. While at the party, Robert came up to me, openly groped my cock, and planted a huge kiss on me. Robert was a real looker, about 5’11” and maybe 165# blond hair and green eyes, had a swimmer's build and would certainly be a real catch for any girl - or guy. I had known he adored me, especially since I was just a bit taller than he, and, having dark auburn hair and blue eyes I saw myself as a pretty good catch. Anyway he chose to make out with me right there in front of the senior class of 2009. We were out and proud and it really wasn’t that big of a deal anymore and it seemed like everyone accepted Robert as my new boyfriend. I dated Robert throughout the end of the term and the first year of college, we had a great relationship and loved to have sex, never once thinking anything bad could happen to us, even though as our relationship grew we got more and more kinky, going to the Steamworks every Friday sometimes Mondays and Thursday’s as well, loving their black out nights and seeing what fresh meat would wander in. I loved seeing Robert getting plowed in the sling or being pounded on the fuck bench, and he loved watching me taking loads as well, then when one of us would secure a room we’d go back and play together, many times with the door open so others could see our sexy bodies pounding into each other, sometimes inviting others to join in. Robert had found a couple regulars with whom he liked to play, many of whom were positive, and Robert made sure the guys bred us as often as possible. We both had been reading the stories on Breeding Zone since graduation, and we talked about it, and decided we were both versatile cum sluts, pigs to be exact. As it turned-out, Robert first came down with an unseasonable flu and I followed a week or two after, but Robert insisted we still go to the baths and get our cum injections throughout our flu-like symptoms. As Robert nursed me in our room while I was in a cold sweat, Jack came to our room. Jack was one of our regular fuck buddies, and he loved to breed us. He was maybe early twenties 6’1” 130 pounds, with a swimmer's build. I thought he had a somewhat 'wasted' look. Anyhow, as I lay there, feeling crappy, Jack lifted my legs and spat on my hole then shoved his hard cock into me. In one thrust. It hurt like hell and he began fucking me. “Oh yeah , I see my death seed is taking hold. Not sure if I was the one who knocked you up, but each of you has taken my never-medicated toxic drug resistant strain in your body countless times, and I’m here to seal the deal for you, Marcus.” “Fuck, yeah, give me your toxic death seed,” I moaned. Jack obliged by blowing his load into my ass. Usually, after fucking us, Jack would then split to see what other victims he could find to pump his AIDS into, but that night in early 2011 he sat back and chatted with us, told us how he had been infected years ago while hustling the streets as a runaway teen, and how he went back to his family who helped him straighten out his life, helping him to finish school and land a good job only to end up on welfare when he became too sick to work, living on his savings. Then he dropped the bomb. We knew he had never taken meds, or that’s what he always told us, but he confessed that early on in his infection doctors had him on the cocktail and it didn’t seem to work. They kept trying different combinations, but his strain was med resistant and his HIV just kept growing inside him, that he had only had the virus for six years and he already had full blown AIDS. Although he has refused meds for the past five years, the doctors wanted to try one last time, so he was going to check himself into Hospice that night. We were his final fucks. He told us to carry on his legacy and breed as many as we could, knowing that we would be nasty pig gifters, He left and a couple weeks later we got news that he died. So, there I was. Not only infected, but infected with a particularly deadly strain of the virus. I wanted to go out and breed some hot twink and let him be my POZ legacy. Robert was accepted at a university in another state on an athletic scholarship, and continued his piggy ways playing with the student body at his new school, as well as playing with any hot daddies he could convince to help him finance his extra-curricular activities. I visited Robert on many occasions and he always arraigned some conversion parties while I was there, just as I always took him to the Steamworks when he came home to visit. 2031 It was half past midnight when I went and locked my door. Damion was not to have my ass this morning but I knew he will have me sooneror later, that he loved fucking my hole, and giving me his toxic seed.

Part 4: No Fun and Games The waiting was almost over. It seemed like an eternity. I had a nine-day poz load saved up for me, ready to be injected into me by a gorgeous hung top. I barely slept the past couple of nights. I did manage to force myself to only jack off twice before we met up. I thought it would feel strange. But, it all felt so natural somehow. I'll admit I had a hard-on for a half-hour before I went into his apartment and that may have helped some. And I pre-lubed my hole as he requested with LOTS of lube. I knew he was big, but still not sure how huge. So there I was, eye to eye .. or rather eye to cock with Eric's dick. It was both long and thick even as it hung semi-hard in front of me. "Look up," Eric instructed me as I slowly sucked and savored his cock. I nearly forgot that I would be recorded. My cock twitched at the thought of being able to look back and relive this night. "Tell me what you signed up for," he prompted me. In my excitement, I kinda forgot the exact line I was supposed to say but I made the point well enough, "I want you to fuck me with your big poz cock. I'm a whore for it. I need you to shoot poz cum into my hole." I sounded like I was outside of myself as I heard myself say that. But, I also felt an urgency I could never fully describe. I went back to inhaling his cock as it tightened and grew inside my mouth. It wasn't just a big cock. It was a beautiful cock. I couldn't help but to slober all over it. I heard him give me my final warning, as he called it. "I want to make sure you understand that this fuck will probably convert you. My cum is very toxic and you will likely end up pozzed when I'm done using your ass." I was a little scared, honesty, but too turned on then to pay attention. I simply looked up at the camera and then into his eyes and said, "Use my ass. I want your poz load inside me. It's yours." Before I knew it, he practically threw me onto the couch and I felt him take my waist. I gasped for breath when I felt him push it in. Was he ramming it into me?!? It didn't feel like it could fit. "Take my poz cock," he said quietl Somehow, I felt a bit more relaxed, even though my hole was on fire being stretched in every direction. "That's it ... " he assured me, "I'm sliding my big poz dick into you now." I wanted to verbalize my acceptance. But, the pain prevented me from speaking. Only short intense breaths came out as my ass slowly got used to his big member inside me. I thought I was going to black out. I've never had my hole stretched like that before. And never felt a cock as deep inside of me. The pain started to pass; and suddenly a pleasure I never experienced in sex took over me. His cock was touching places inside me I never felt before. And he slowly started to push in and out, making small gains forward into me with each push. I was brought back to reality when he said, "You're getting fucked by a poz cock." Those words echoed inside of me. I was not capable of speaking as the pleasure grew and the pain diminished. "I love it" was the first phrase I could utter.Although, love felt like too weak of a word to describe how I felt. "Fuck poz cum into me!" I blurted almost in song-like fashion. Eric picked up his pace, then leaned forward and whispered into my ear, "do you think this is a game?" his voice transitioned from soothing to nearly-evil, "I'm not playing games here. I'm gonna fucking poz your twink ass," he said evenly. He then quickened his pace and my ass felt a new pain, but the pleasure still over-rode the new painful sensation. "Poz my ass!" I encouraged him. I noticed a loud slapping noise, and then associated it with his balls slamming against my taint. "Oh, you're enjoying this huh?" he said, his tone still cool, "This fuck might kill you, and you are loving it." I was no longer in my right mind. Everything Eric said sounded so wrong, but felt so right. I eagerly agreed, "I want it! I want your very detectable load!" I blurted back. "I'm fucking you to death with each thrust," Eric said in a decidedly louder voice. My orgasm was approaching. How could such awful words arouse me so? He then punctuated his verbal point with an ever deeper and harder jab that I didn't expect. Once I recovered from the unusual sensation, I still felt compelled to urge him on. "Yes!" I shouted, "murder me with your cock! Fuck me to death!" I nearly screamed out. My cock was involuntary twitching as he pummeled my ass. We felt in perfect sync, "Get ready for my death seed," Eric instructed me, "oh and one more thing. I have AIDS now!" For some reason, it took me a few moments to realize what he said. And I remembered the first time I imagined him fucking me. As my orgasm neared, I shouted the line I had practiced so many times "I want to have HIV cum fucked into me!" A few more poundings, and then he corrected me, "It's not HIV, it's AIDS!" I felt my ass get even tighter, and then the pumping of his dick. "Take my AIDS cum!" he announced as I felt him unload deep inside me. At the first hint of wetness, I shot my load onto the sofa cushions in front of me. "Oh wait, we forgot all about this," Eric said as I slowly caught my breath. Open your mouth. I did as instructed. He placed an empty bottle of HIV meds into my mouth and I wrapped my lips around them. "There ya go," he said. "Remember, they are probably useless to you too."

Part 3: Closer Sorry it's been a while on the update here. Eric had finals last week. And then things started getting very interesting. Needless to say, I signed the contract last week, and I added a note to it "sorry for cumming on it" after I signed it. I slid it underneath his door and anxiously awaited. A few days later, I received a package in the mail. The return address was left blank. I wasn't sure what to expect. As I opened it up, it was obvious who it came from. It was a white cock-shaped dildo. I'd guess around 8 inches in length and somewhat thick. And, at the base of the dildo cock in magic marker, the handwritten word "POZ" appeared. A bottle of KY was included in the package. And a note. It took me a few moments to process what I was looking at. I definitely wasn't expecting this. The note read "Use this dildo to practice taking poz cock. Mine is longer and thicker, but this will be good practice. While you fuck yourself with this dildo, remind yourself that you are being fucked by a poz cock. Text me a picture of it inside your ass so I know you are still serious. And I will give it to you soon." I didn't waste any time at all. I never used a dildo on myself before. It just felt weird. I applied lots of lube to my hole and the dildo and started forcing it into me. I paused for a moment as I noticed the "POZ" lettering at the base. And then I did as instructed. I imagined being fucked by Eric's poz cock. I could have cum in a few seconds, but then remembered I had to take a picture. I was only able to get the tip of the dildo near my hole as I took the picture. I made sure that the POZ lettering was clearly legible. I wanted him to see the evidence of my willingness to take his cock. After snapping the pic, I worked the dildo inside of me and imagined the pozzing that awaited me. Within a few minutes, I shot my load all over my stomach and chest. Even though I just came, I was still turned out which was rare for me. I texted Eric the picture and texted a few words with the pic. "I want ur poz cock in me so fucking bad!" And then I waited for what seemed to be an eternity. It took Eric a day reply to my text. I've never been so eager for a hookup. What was this spell he had over me? I didn't care. I wanted him. And that's all that mattered. His response once again wasn't what I expected. It read "My viral load is very high. One fuck should do the trick."

Thank you for sharing this with us. In the late 90s, when AIDS stopped being the death sentence that it had been before, I was still in kindergarten. So I never had the chance to experience the intensity that sex must have had at a time when having sex was still a question of life and death. I think thanks to this post I've got a way better understanding of it now. But even though I haven't witnessed those times myself, I can still relate to the way the AIDS-deformed body of this man fascinated you. Something very similar happened to me, too. During one of my first visits to a gay bathhouse, I was taking a shower in a small tiled room that was more like a mere niche with two shower heads on one wall and two more on the opposite one, when a man squeezed in next to me to take a shower as well. He looked very much like the guy you described: from the thin, veiny arms and legs to the hollow cheeks and sunken eyes. I had noticed him before: I felt like he was following me around and he even tried to make eye contact a couple of times. But I'd always taken to my heels - the intensity of his stare scared me to death. So here we were, jammed together in this small shower room and the only way out would have been to squeeze past his deformed body. At least he was facing the wall, squeezing shampoo into his cupped palm. I was counting his vertebrae when he suddenly turned around, allowing me the first unconcealed view of his front without a towel around his waist. Maybe it was due to the emaciation of his frail body or the contrast to his thin limbs, but maybe it was just plain huge: anyway, the man's cock looked monstrous to me. And I couldn't stop staring at it. Thank God he was busy shampooing his hair, lather all over his head, so he wasn't likely to catch me looking at this fat, uncut monster. At least that's what I thought. More probably he was all too aware of my eyes roaming over his skinny body, inevitably drawn back to his huge dick again and again. At least the cock itself seemed to feel my eyes on it - it started filling out, getting thicker by the second, the veins popping out even more, the foreskin pulled back halfway over the purple, arrow-shaped cockhead, the cock itself jerking slightly, swaying slowly from side to side. When I finally managed to tear my eyes away from this fascinating little show unfolding in front of me, I realized that I had been watched myself. The man's piercing stare seemed to be looking right through me. "Wanna touch it?", he whispered in a husky voice. Back then all I could think about was getting away, so I grabbed my towel and ran, almost slipping on the wet tiled floor. But later, safe behind the locked door of the room I had rented, I jerked off furiously, imagining what might have happened if I had just reached out and touched this impressive specimen of manhood...

Always wanted to whore out a bottom bitch boy to a bunch of homeless men. Offer his ass up to any dirty homeless cock available.

Typically I love it when the top starts eating my ass after. Getting tongue fucked throws me over the edge. Most of the time, the cum leaks from my ass... esp when I'm going home. most guys I go with have huge cocks, so I'm stretched and can't really hold it in. When I'm at home, I leave it in and go to bed it disappears by morning.