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Fake Bareback Porn Cast (Part 1) “Actors for adult movies wanted – only male erotica. Interested? Call 555-BAREBACK for further information.” Jake was at a coffee shop when he read the ad in a gay journal, and being in serious need of some money, he decided he would give it a try, so some two hours later, when at home, he called the company, having decided it was too sensitive a subject to discuss in public. The telephone rang and a male voice answered “BareRapeEnterprises. My name is Sydney. How can I help you?” “Hey there, my name is Jake Myers. I’ve read your ad in a journal and wondered if you are still looking for male actors.” “Yes we are. May I ask your age?” asked the voice on the other end of the call. “I just turned 18,” Jake answered.. “We are looking for young male actors to play the submissive role. Are you top or bottom?” “I'm versatile, I guess, but if you need a bottom, then I'll bottom. Look, I really need the cash, by the way. How much would I earn?” Jake asked, cutting to the chase. “First of all we need to interview you. If our management is satisfied with your looks and your stats you will be invited to a casting. There you will meet our director and maybe another actor with whom you would shoot some scenes. For both – the interview and the casting, you won't get paid, but if you are chosen for a role in a porn movie you get up to 250 dollars per scene. You could earn up to a 1000 dollars per movie - in the beginning,” Sydney explained, adding “There could be changes to the contract, but you will get to read it before you sign it. If, of course, you're chosen.” Jake heard a warm chuckle in Sydney's voice. “May I ask your height and weight?” Sydney continued. “I'm 170 cm tall and weigh around 55 kilos” Jake replied. “Excellent,” Sydney commented, apparently noting down Jake's stats. “What is your hair color and eye color?” he next asked. “Blond with blue eyes,” Jake responded. “Do you have problems changing your style? Haircut, hair color and so on?” Sidney questioned. “Nah – I am open for a change” “Now, you remarked you're a bottom. Are you a virgin?” Jake openly laughed, and then giggling answered "Nope. I am experienced. I've had several boyfriends, and believe me, I know my way around when it comes to sex.” “Alright. I will give this information to my supervisor. Please give me your telephone number. If my supervisor is interested in interviewing you, he'll give you a call." Jake gave Sydney both his home number and his cell phone number, concluding the call by commenting he hoped to hear back from the supervisor. Three days later, while Jake was on the bus, en route to a friend's house, Jake's cell phone rang. “Hello there. This is Tony speaking from BareRapeEnterprises. Am I talking to Jake Myers?” a deep voice asked. His heart skipping a beat, Jake answered “Yes, I'm Jake. Hi Tony, what can I do for you?” “Hey Jake. We would like to invite you to an interview. Are you still interested in taking part in a porn production?” “Yes, I am. I can’t believe you actually called me. I was vaguely thinking you weren't interested," Jake commented. “No – we are casting right now for a new production and so we are quite busy with this project. If you don’t mind, we would like to connect the interview with the casting. This means, if you pass the interview we will take some shootings right away. Is that okay with you?” Tony asked. “Sure, that's fine. When and where do you want me?” “Tomorrow would be fine, say at 10:00 AM,” Tony replied, also providing the address to an apartment where the interview would be held. The next day when Jake arrived at the address, he was a bit disappointed. He had, of course, seen many, many porn porn flicks, and the background location of each flick was usually a large, handsome house complete with a luxurious pool, but the address to which he had been directed was a perfectly ordinary, if not actually run down apartment complex. But, being short of money (and having made a fairly long trip to the address), he rang found the apartment and rang the bell. Almost immediately the door opened, and a good looking guy in a white shirt and a business pants asked "You must be Jake. I'm Tim, and I'm the producer/director of the film." Jake replied appropriately, and when asked, provided his ID card, even as he discretely tried to focus on Tim's crotch, where, it was apparent, an exceptionally large tool resided. Tim made a photocopy of Jake's ID, and gave him a contract to review and sign. Jake definitely signed it, but honestly only skimmed the contract. Taking the contract back from Jake, Tim explained the interview would be used for internal purpose only, but the casting could be videotaped and, if used, Jake would earn 50 dollars. Tim went on explaining, however, it was unlikely the casting video would be used. Then Tim asked a wide range of intimate questions, such as "How often do you bottom?" and "How often do you top?" and "Describe your favorite sexual activities, as well as the most extreme sexual experiences you've had?" Tim specifically asked about gang bangs, piss play, and the largest cock Jake could readily take in his ass. Being an honest fellow, Jake answered he had not yet been a gangbang bottom, but was happy to try, and while he had swallowed piss, yellow play wasn't a major part of his repertoire, and the largest cock he could remember taking was a full eight inches, but he was excited at the prospect of taking a bigger cock in his hole. "Do you have any sexual limits?" Tim asked. "Not especially," Jake answered, adding "but I draw the line with women, boys and animals." Afterwards Tim asked Jake to undress in front of the cam and in so doing, Jake tried to look as sexy as possible, even licking his lips as he smiled into the camera, a la Marilyn Monroe. He also posed to display his tight, small ass, and played with his hole, sliding a couple of fingers into his opening as he moaned like a bitch in heat. Tim was a very 'hands-on' director, and without saying a word, just giving an appreciative smile, slid his thumb into Jake's ass, complimenting him as he did so, saying it was exceptionally tight, and, withdrawing his thumb, Tim took a seat at his desk and asked "Would you mind sucking me off while I film you?" In a nanosecond Jake was down on his knees, opening Tim's belt and zipper, and helping Tim pull his trousers down, revealing Tim's fat, eight inch, rock solid cock. Initially Jake simply stroked Tim, but as the cam recorded the images, Jake swirled his tongue around Tim's dick head, licking the underside of his prick, all the while trying to keep some degree of eye contact with the camera. As he did so, Tim encouraged Jake to give the cam a good show, urging “You gotta suck harder and keep your eyes on me. Yeah, look at me…. yeah – right,” he moaned. Jake had made-up his mind to drain Tim's balls empty, wanting to give him such a great blow job that Tim would be sure to cast Jake in the next movie, Jake as the latest star in the porn industry, earning thousands and thousands of dollars with each film. “You gotta keep my junk in your mouth. Keep it in your mouth and show it to me,” Tim grunted. Jake sucked hard on Tim’s cock, sensing Tim was beyond horny, convincing himself he could see all-consuming lust in Tim's eyes. And apparently Jake was right, as just as he sensed Tim's cock swell-up even harder, Tim climaxed, shooting wad after wad up into Jake's mouth, collecting Tim's ample load of seven cum shots into his mouth, holding all the full, rich white sperm in his mouth, Jake slid off Tim's dick, moved closer to the camera, whereupon Tim murmured “Open your mouth to me. Show me the pool of semen. Fuckin' nice.” Then Tim instructed “Now close your mouth and swallow, showing me your cum-coated tongue - yeah, great, let's see the cum coating your mouth, teeth and tongue. Very nice. Now, swallow the sperm, junk boy," Tim instructed. Jake looked a bit puzzled, and gestured to Tim and trying to form a word: “Heeeerrrr… thy?” Tim understood. He had been in this position before. “Healthy? Of course I am healthy. We don’t gamble with our actors. We take testing our staff and future stuff very seriously,” almost giving Jake a look of absolute annoyance. Without any additional hesitation Jake closed his mouth, swallowing Tim's load, and then opening his mouth to illustrate the accomplishment. “There you go…. well done and a nice shot…. except the ending,” Tim remarked as he began to rouse himself. “Sorry, but I totally forgot this subject and I want to stay healthy and you are obviously recording bareback porn,” Jake responded, trying to explain himself. “Nah – it's okay," Tim replied, adding "Like I said, we have health tests regularly to secure the safety of our staff. You as a newcomer, you have to prove to us you're are healthy. We want an authorized provider. You'll get the money for your test back, if you are cast for a film.” With the explanation Jake relaxed a little bit more and felt safe again. “We will call you – if the material is good enough for our executive staff.” With that Jake rose and dressed, once again apologizing for the confusion, even as he was sure he wouldn’t be cast for a film. But even so he decided to get tested, film or no film, just to be prepared. Of course the test results were negative, just as Jake expected, thinking to himself 'But then HIV transmission from oral sex is quite rare, isn't it?' Jake was a reasonably careful man, feeling he wouldn't gamble with his health, and knowing the rules, felt he would be able to participate in the bareback porn industry and yet avoid contracting HIV. Tim, meanwhile, had already concluded Jake would be a perfect match for the scam Tim and his partner (yes… there were only two involved in this scam) had in mind for the many biohazard tops who were always craving young, innocent boys.

It was my second visit to the Fort, a sleazy pub in London which held naked days on Wednesdays, and where I began my descent into depravity when I was fucked in the sling in full view of the bar. As I remember it, the bar was dark, the music was loud, and the room smelled with the body odour from the many old trolls lounging naked at the bar. I removed my clothing, storing them ia locker, then walked naked to the bar area where I ordered a drink. Numerous pairs of eyes glittered in the dim light as they scanned my body. Naturally I was nervous, and still unsure of what I was doing. As I turned from the bar and moved towards the far wall, a man walked past me and stroked my bottom in passing. I turned and he gave me a smile. His face was swarthy, with deeply sunken cheeks and his body was quite muscular, his veins clearly protruding. "Nice arse," he remarked in a clearly Italian accent. "Thanks," I replied. His body was so obviously wasted it made me shiver with fear and excitement. "Want to have some fun with me?" he asked. I had to ask, "Are..are you poz?" Again he smiled answering "Yes, of course. Twenty years now. Come and play," as he led me over to a corner, gesturing at a couple of empty bar stools, asking " You kinda new here, eh?" "Second time here," I admitted. "Then you should get plenty of cock. A fresh boy like you. Still neg?" I nodded, and he shrugged as if to say not for long and then said "Raise your legs and show me your hole." I leaned back and managed to raise my legs almost to my chest. He gently fingered my slit and poked the tip of his finger into it, urging "Push it open, Try to suck it in. The guys like it nice and puffy." I gasped as his finger slid into my hole, definitely glad I had pre-lubed myself when I undressed. He probed in and out, at the same time offering me a bottle of poppers. I sniffed deeply, and felt the familiar melting rush. I half-noticed some guys moving closer to get better view, and my new friend winked at them as his fingers opened me up. I looked down and saw he had an erection, and a thick drool of precum was hanging from the mushroom shaped head. I took another sniff of poppers and suddenly, in a matter of fact way like a dog mounting a bitch, he removed his finger, pushed his hips forward and slid his slimy, toxic cock up into my rectum. I gasped with shock, but he crouched over me, shoving the finger which had been up my hole into my mouth as he thrust his cock in and out, grunting "Take it! It's what you came here for, isn't it?" There were several men clustering round us now, and someone supported my shoulders and two more held my legs up as the Italian man slid sensuously in and out of my arse. "Very nice!" he remarked, but not yet. I will maybe make you pregnant later maybe, eh?" With that, he slid out of me and stepped back. I was thoroughly excited, and my hole, gaping. The guys lowered my legs, and the Italian gestured for me to bend forward over the stool. I complied and he fed his slimy cock into my mouth, asking the general question "Okay, guys,, who's going to be first to knock up my little slut?" I felt strong fingers pull my arse cheeks apart, and a short, thick cock opened me up further, then slid up inside me. I looked over my shoulder to see a fat, middle aged man dripping with sweat as he started to fuck me, but the the Italian clearly was in charge of matters as he slapped my face, positioning my mouth to take care of his cock. "No, no," he almost cooed, urging "You just keep sucking. You don't need to see who in your hole, or, for that matter, who knocks you up." I felt the fat man grunt and shiver as his throbbing cock unloaded in me. When he withdrew his warm sperm ran down my balls. Another cock immediately began it's journey into my rectum, but this time I had learned my lesson: like a good slut I didn't look round this time, nor did I check out the series of men who mated with me. One after the other the men kept cumming until the sperm overflowed from my puffy arsehole. The Italian man, all the while, stroked my hair, reminding me what a good boy I was....

Part 3 We barely made it across the livingroom as the door slammed, veritably tearing clothes off eachother. His boxers didn’t survive the trip across to the bedroom. By the time we made it there, i’d grabbed them by the crotch hole and tore them off of him. He stepped out of the now separate leg holes and hopped up into my arms as I pivoted and sent us crashing down onto the bed with my back first. He looked down at me, straddling my chest, and I couldn’t take it any more. I flipped him onto his back, and lined my cock up with his hole. I couldn’t wait long enough to spit on his hole, I reached down putting one hand over his mouth, and one hand around his neck, choking him a bit with my weight. I felt the stars align and I forced my way into my boy. I muffled his cries as I sank my thick dick into him, tearing him up as i went. Not caring. Too wrapped up in the way he shuddered as i did it, the way his eyes screamed out at me but begged me to keep going as he bit my hand. He arched his back as i started to pull out, and thats when I gave him a break and paused. His legs up giving me access, as I held my boy down, my dick halfway in him. I could see that there was blood on my cock. But that was the only lube he was getting tonight. I don’t know what came over me. I let go of his throat as he gasped for air, and grabbed onto his legs. He was whimpering, but he never looked away. His eyes drilled into mine as i sank back into him. He grunted, “Fuck me Daddy!”, as I tore into him. His ass now velvet as he opened up for me. I pounded away at his ass relentlessly. Getting up off my knees and half standing over him as I drove him into the mattress. I grunted and roared in pleasure, enjoying the brutal fuck I was giving my boy. He was mine. And he’d always remember his first load. I felt myself reaching the edge, I knew if I didn’t cum now, I’d just keep fucking my boy until he was too wrecked to enjoy it. “You want my seed boy?” “Daddy please, I can’t take much more” “Beg daddy for his load boy!” “Please! OAAAH! Please! Fill! Me! Dadddy!”, he roared as I came, my cum a soothing balm for his wrecked boypussy. I could feel it smooth him and I realized I was holding his hands down restraining him to the mattress. Letting go, his hands went to his cock, and in one, two, three strokes he was spurting hot seemen all over his stomach as i leaned back on my knees, my dick still inside him, and began slowly rocking my cock into his battered hole. “Get on your back!”, he demanded. The lust in his eyes was undeniable. I leaned down to kiss him, sinking my dick all the way into him again, feeling his legs shudder, and rolled us onto my back. He went with it, and balanced himself as he straddled my cock, still hard and throbbing inside him. He just put his palms down onto my belly, steadying himself, as he kept slowly gyrating his hips. His eyes were closed, his lips parted just slightly. I could tell from his expression he was concentrating and in a lot of pleasure, overriding his pain. He rode me for for five minute more, my spent dick still hard inside him, but I couldn’t cum again so quick. But he rode my dick on his g-spot, and I watched in awe as he came all over my chest, just grinding his ass into my dick like he was meditating. He kept rolling his head as waves of pleasure shook through him. Once he finished cumming, he shuddered a few times and opened his eyes again, looking down at me. I couldn’t believe my boy. He was so hot, glistening with sweat. I started rubbing at his cum, lifting some of it to taste it myself, and some to feed to him. He stayed that way a few more minutes, like he was in shock, slowly gyrating. I could feel his pelvis grinding into mine. I knew I was only half hard inside him, but it felt delicious, seeing him in such orgiastic pleasure. He leaned down and we kissed. “Wow”, I broke the silence. “Do you always cum hands free?” “That was the first time. I… “, he blinked, “I needed that. Fuck.” “I’ll say. Come here,” I opened my arms to embrace him, and he laid down on top of my chest, cum gluing us together.

Part I We met through a craigslist posting. He was looking for a room for the summer on the cheap, and I was looking for a boy to breed. It seemed like a great match. He liked older guys, and I guess I am quickly becoming a daddy bear, almost 40, with a decently muscular rugby build. And I liked his 22yo south african ass. The thought of the pleasure-tortures I would concoct with a slave around made my dick twitch. He had a nice athletic body, tall, scraggly unkempt dark hair, and a fuzzy ass. He seemed very submissive and eager to try everything from our conversations. We Skype and stroked together a few times, and I was looking forward to finally meeting him to see how the chemistry was between us in person. We’d discussed limits. We’d discussed drugs. He’d tried coke before, but never xtc, or g, and definitely not tina. He wanted to fuck safe. He’d never been barebacked before. I knew immediately that I wanted his cherry ass. I wanted to get him spun and bump him so his young bare-virginal ass would take my dick n loads night after night. I knew once he took his first load, he’d never want to go back to condoms. Finally the day came. We decided to skip coffee by my flat in Berlin, and just meet at my place. He showed up with one of those enormous rucksacks and a big goofy grin on his face, and I knew things were going to be fun. I gave him the grand tour, and showed him which drawers would be his, and where he could keep his stuff, admiring his ass through his shorts as he knealt down and fiddled with his bags. He popped up grinning, waving a bag of weed, and suggested we roll a joint and kick back our first night. It was kind of crazy, having a mail-order slave from online, so I nodded, and got my papers, grinding and rolling up some joints for us to smoke, and getting a few beers. He asked if he could freshen up and grab a shower, which was fine. I saw a chance to spike the joints with a bit of crystal and up the ante on the first evening. I was glad he was freshening up, because I was looking forward to eating out his fuzzy hole tonight. He wandered back in a few minutes later in a pair of loose boxers, drying off his hair with a tiny towel, and plopped down on the sofa next to me, close enough to press his leg into mine and whisper, “So, how’s it coming?” We’d see that soon enough I guess. We lit our first joint, and shared it. I couldn’t help but eye his bulge, n see the tip of his cock poking out the leg of his boxers. “Nice weed,” I complimented, enjoying the mix of crystal and weed, and he seemed to be enjoying it too. Leaning back, he enjoyed another long toke, and I could see it was starting to relax him. We chatted, and I idly started playing with his nipple as we smoked a bit, his cock getting harder and starting to leak precum up against his leg. I could tell he was excited to be here as much as I was. My hand dropped from rubbing rings around his slightly hairy nipple, and landed on his inner thigh. He shuddered, my hand grabbing his stiffening member as it peeked out fully now. You can’t deny that first electric moment. But the weed helped us to relax, and i leaned over and we started kissing. My own dick was leaking precum in my jeans, i could feel it pooling in my foreskin, making a wet spot as I explored his lips. My right hand rubbed his cockhead, playing with his precum and slowly rubbing it around the head of his cut cock, feeling his dick pulse in my hand in excitement. That first night we had a good time, despite the bit of tina in the joints, we ended up fucking safe. I played with his hole, rubbing his own precum around his fresh pert hole and starting to massage my finder inside of him. We got up, stumbling a bit as he pulled off my shirt and I tried to pants him simultaneously. We cracked our heads together, just hard enough to smart, and fell back to the couch laughing about it. “Lean back.” I told him, and went down on him, licking the precum off the tip of his cock and tasting him. I took all of him in my mouth, my tongue massaging his cock and i breathed in the heady scent of his musky bush. He’d showered, but thank god he’d just rinsed off. His pubes scent drove me wild, as I gagged on his prick and then eased off, feeling him get excited. I moved his shaft out of the way, licking it as I went. He leaned back over the arm of the couch, shifting his pelvis to give me a bit more access, as i licked down his balls and could just flick my tongue at his taint. I lifted his legs a bit to get more of him. My tongue swirling around his boy hole, slowly rasping his fresh hole and driving him wild. My mouth clamped down on his cunt, munching and licking him. Working my way into him. He put his legs around the back of my neck, pulling me in towards him as I savored rimming him. It snapped me out of it when I looked up, feeling him panting, and he asked me for a condom. I knew it was a long game though, he’d be my slave all summer, and I was going to enjoy corrupting him into my chem sex puppy. I wrapped up and fucked him that first night, a testament to how much I enjoyed his sweet ass, since I stayed rock hard even with a filthy rubber blocking the raw energy between us. We snuggled after in bed, falling asleep comfortably together, his head resting on my chest, by boy curling his body around his dad.

Part 2 The next morning I woke up feeling a warm velvety sensation engulfing my dick. I startled awake, and realized my boy was gagging on my cock. He was trying, working on breathing as he engorged himself on my thick tool. I loved it. I stretched out, enjoying the feeling of his tight throat trying to milk my morningwood. It felt fantastic but a blowjob just doesn’t cut it for making my cum churn. But I enjoyed messing with him. I started holding his head down as he tried taking my thick eight inches down to the base. I forced him down further, making him gag n choke, testing how much he could take. Finally he came up for air and couldn’t take any more. He rolled onto his back gasping and wiping slobber from his face. I patted him on the stomach and rewarded him with a long kiss good morning. I hopped out of bed and rummaged in my dresser, pulling out a slim box and handing it to my boy. “Since I’ve never had a slave before, I felt like we should have a reminder that you’re mine for the summer.” He opened it and pulled out a thick neck chain. It had some good weight to it, a fat 10mm steel chain. I fastened it around his neck and checked it out on him, smiling as I liked how it looked, and he looked up at me with an adorable grin. We hopped in the shower together, and I couldn’t help myself from bending him over, tasting his young boy pussy as the water rolled over our bodies. I closed my eyes and savored eating him out, until the water suddenly turned cold and I realized we’d probably been in there way longer than I expected. We towelled off in the cramped bathroom together, playfully grabbing and kissing eachother. But I needed to get to work, and he had his homework: hunting down a job for his summer work visa, and some family in Berlin that he had to check in with. It was Friday, and the day flew by for me. I kept getting hard, and had to go flush out the precum building up several times so that I didn’t wander around the office with a giant cumstain on my pants. It was going to be the weekend, and I was looking forward to starting to break in my boy that night. We grabbed dinner out in the gayborhood, and I enjoyed taking my boy out, watching as he got checked out without even realizing the attention that was on him. As we enjoyed drinks after dinner, I got a bit serious on him. “Now Kiddo, you’re staying here for the summer and we agreed you were going to be my slave. So I am going to have to start training you. Punishing and rewarding you as needed.” He gave me a kind of sheepish look, not quite looking up from the table. I could tell he realized what was bothering me. We had traded some pretty hot and heated chats once we started corresponding. In every one of them, he was giving up his hole to me, no questions asked. “I’m sorry Daddy, I know we talked about how hot it would be. And I want to feel you open me up,” he lowered his voice, “I want to give you my cherry and feel your cum inside me.” He took a sip and swallowed. I could see that this was getting to him, and I didn’t want him working himself up too much. There was time. And I knew he’d be a great pup. I reached across the table and put my hand over his. It seemed to put him at ease. “I know Kiddo, Here’s what I want you to do. Head on over to the bathroom, find a stall, and wait for me. Stay standing, but don’t completely lock the door behind you. And relax.” I fixed my napkin and took another gulp of my drink as he nodded and stood up, walking to the back of the restaurant. I waited a few moments, took another sip and walked back to join him. The place was empty, and I saw my boy’s shoes under the stall. Pushing gently I slipped in behind him and he shuffled forward a bit. I whispered to him, “Unbuckle your pants and pull them down a bit. Get up on the toilet, kneel or squat. Whatever. Present your ass to me son.” He quietly complied, just in time as someone came in to take a piss. I quietly spit on my finger, and slowly started working around his hole. Father the wrapped fuck I gave him the night before, his ass was a bit chewed up from the condom. But he carefully was getting into it, gently moving his hole around in countertime to my finger. I spit a bit more, and worked one finger into him slowly as the bathroom emptied out again. I’d sucked a few times in bathrooms before, but I’d never fucked someone in it. My boy didn’t know that though, and I kept up the bravado. It was hot, and my cock was rearing to go. I could feel it straining against my jeans. As I added spit and a second finger, I pushed my pants down, still buckled, and pulled my raging hardon out from my boxer briefs. I big fat bead of precum was already pooling in my foreskin as it stretched back, and it felt soooo goooood feeling my cock touch my boy’s ass. I stopped fingering him, though really I should have been working a third or fourth finger in him. I was just getting so eager for a taste of heaven. I ran my cock up and down his crack, standing their in the bathroom stall. He subvocalized a moan, as my foreskin smeared precum over his hole. I felt him pucker as the head ran over it again. It felt like he was dragging my cock to a stop, and grabbing with his rosebud, trying to pull my cock into him with no hands. I was eager, and I could feel the heat coming off him. My boy was eager to feel my raw cock inside him too. A gentle push, when we were rocking together, and i felt my dick start to tease him open. He stiffened a little, I knew it was thick, and suddenly forcing my boy to take my thick cock raw for the first time in a restroom didn’t seem like such a great idea. Then he did something that amazed me. Pressing back on my cock, with pained silence, he nearly pressed me back into the door as he forced himself down my cock inch by inch. I nearly cried out in pleasure, feeling his tight boyhole engulf my dick. I stopped there, breathing in and out carefully. I pushed in just a bit, holding him just as we heard the squeak of the door opening, and steps walking up to the urinal not five ft from us. I tried not to breathe as i closed my eyes and felt his warm hole take all of me. I don’t know how he did it, he wasn’t breathing much either. I slowly started to fuck him as we listened to the stream of piss next to us, feeling my boy slowly breathe out and my cock fill him so deeply. I held still and concentrated, pulsing my dick in him, i nearly heard him squeak, as my already thick tool grew inside him. Then he pressed back into me, enjoying the throbbing inside him. As the pisser flushed, I bent over and whispered, “Good boy.” In his ear, “I’m going to finish this tonight. You’re being a very good boy.” Alone again in the stall, I carefully extracted myself, surprised how well that worked out. I rubbed his muscled round ass, flicking my middle finger onto his hole with a thwack that made him jump as he got down off the toilet and stretched his legs. I gave him a wicked grin, washed my hands and went back to our table. He took his time coming back, and by then I’d paid. I suggested we go out for a few more drinks, but he just gave me a demanding look and shook his head. “No way. You’re not teasing me like that, and then shutting it down. You’re taking me back to your place and you’re GIVING me your load!” Grimacing as he finished, not realizing how loud he was being for a second, not that anyone cared. I grinned and pulled him in for a hug as we walked out together and back to my flat.

I can feel my heart about to jump out of my chest as I check into the Courtyard in Chelsea. I am 27, in the best shape of my life at 6’1 210lbs all muscle. I am visiting Manhattan for the first time for work from small town Missoula MT. Tonight i am going to a bathhouse for the first time. I have messed around with a handful of guys but have always been too scared to do much more than JO and kiss. Tonight is the night i might try bottoming and definitely want to try topping. I can’t help but speed walk to my hotel room to get cleaned up. I google how to clean my ass. It seems my only option is to use the Smart water bottle in my room. 45 minutes later and a hole rubbed raw from the lip of the bottle, my ass is fresh and clean. The closest bathhouse is only an 8 minute walk. I don’t bother putting underwear on under my jeans, knowing i’ll be taking everything off in a few minutes anyways. I jam a few condoms in my pockets, and get on my way. Whatever transpires will be safe. I have heard of prep but don’t know anything about it, nor ever plan on having unsafe sex until i’m in a serious relationship. My goodness this place looks sketchy. The entrance is a dirty metal door with a dimly lit “Spa” sign above it. I go in the reception room. Behind the glass is a 40 something year old, 5’9 170 lb, white guy with a pretty handsome face, brown eyes, stubble, and looks like he’s pretty fit and hairy under his tight fitting white crew neck tshirt. I know he can sense my newness. He asks if I am a member. I simply say no. “room or locker” “umm” $15 or $35 “locker?” “okay $15, ID, phone, and any other valuables you want me to lock up and keep back here.” My hands tremble as i hand him my credit card and everything else. Here’s the key and towel. Locker 48. He buzzes me through the second metal door. It’s so dark and humid. It smells like a really dirty locker room and a heavily chlorinated jacuzzi. EDM music lightly plays through speakers in the ceiling. There is also the sounds of occasional light deep man groans and showers turning off and on. I see a few shadows walking away down a hallway. I find my way to the lockers, get fully undressed, wrap the towel around my waste, and lock the locker. As start aimlessly walking down a hallway I approach a shadowy figure. I can feel his stare. I don’t slow my walk but he reaches out to graze my stomach. He says “hey”. My eyes aren’t adjusted to the dark lighting yet. I squint and can see he’s a fit guy, about 50 years old, pretty fit at about 5’10 and 170lbs but not really my type. I don’t say anything and keep walking. He stands in the hall staring at me as I come to the first corner of the maze-like hallway. It’s a hairpin turn that opens to multiple paths with gloryholes. I stop and lean up against the wall. There is one guy about 5 feet in front of me hunched down giving head to a mystery guy on the other side oh the hole. I want to try that. My dick starts to twitch and fill with blood. Someone comes around the corner. It’s a fit 30 something year old latino guy. He’s about 5’8, muscular, and from what i can see a very handsome face. He slows nearly to a stop to check me out. My dick is now hard and throbbing. I reach down to pull it to the side in my towel and hold it. I can feel my towel getting wet from my precum. The latino sees me holding my dick, steps up to me and grabs my hand/dick and kisses my neck. I am startled by how assertive he is but also at ease. He’s sexy. He’s now full on licking my neck, jaw, and running his hands all over my body. My heart is pounding from the excitement. I can smell his spit and feel his heavy breath and wet tongue. I let go of my dick and his hand replaces mine. Both of my hands slide up his muscular hairy arms, slowly making their way to his built back. He’s very muscular. He licks his way to my lips and mouth. His other hand is now grabbing the back of my right leg. He’s scrunching up my towel to get a grip on my bare ass. His tongue enters my mouth. So big and wet. He pulls back and spits into my mouth. It’s shocking, no one has ever done that to me, but it’s so hot tasting his spit. I want this guys juices. All i can do is stand there, paralyzed as he takes complete control of my body. I rub the back of his thick neck with one hand while my other is grips his dick. It’s a solid 8” and uncut. I’ve never touched an uncut dick. Both of our towels fall to the floor. I have never been so naked, but his confidence and assertiveness makes me feel at ease. His dick is so slick with precum and the extra skin makes it easy to jack him. He’s found my hole with his right hand and fingers. His fingers are dry but he’s pushing hard and scratching his way inside. He reaches up to his mouth and spits in his hand, reaches down to his dick head, wipes off precum, and goes back to my hole to dig a bit more. It hurts but feels so good at the same time. He repeated his another time and adds precum from my dick also. No one has ever touched and invaded my hole like this. It feels amazing. His index finger is knuckle deep feeling around. He pulls out, grabs my waste, turns me around, pushes on the small of my back and pulls on my hips to bend me forward. I rest my forehead and hands against the wall. He kisses the back of my neck and starts to lick his way down to my ass. He loudly spits on my hole and buries his face and tongue in it. My head is spinning. Although my dick is untouched, it’s throbbing. I look to my sides. A few more shadowy figures have leaned up against the wall on both sides of us and are jerking, watching him eat my ass and probe with fingers. My mind jumps back to reality as I think about how unsafe it is for him to be inside me.. Spit is safe right? As long as he doesn’t try to fuck me raw. Fuck I forgot the condoms in my pants. I’ll have to go back and get them before any fucking. My mind races back to how good he feels on and in my hole. A shadow reaches over and grabs my throbbing dick. He spits in his hand and starts slowly jerking me. I grab his hard dick also. I realize he's the 50 year old. He has a decent 6” or so average thickness dick. I feel his precum leaking as I explore his dick and heavy balls. Im so turned on, I jerk him also. the 50 year old leans in and jams his tongue down my throat. His tongue is slimy but I still want his spit in my mouth also. I hear other guys to my right moaning and it sounds like one is getting head. I hear one growl “I’m gonna cum.. oh fuck yeah..” and his sucker moans. My latino’s right hand disappears from my ass cheek. The latino reaches over to the sucker and says “spit”. The latinos hand returns to my ass crack and wipes the suckers spit and i think shadowy figures cum on my crack and hole. Before I can think about it he jams his index and middle finger into my hole. Then a third finger. Then he wipes the liquid from my upper ass crack and seems like he's trying to jam it all in. My dick can’t help but throb. I feel my load building up. I am about to erupt. I moan “I’m close” the latino quickly stands up and presses his body against my back. He slides his fat precum wet dick into my loose slick hole with little resistance. What the fuck am i doing? I stand there in shock.. I try to push my waste forward to escape him bottoming out in my ass, but the latino pins me against the wall. He quickly thrusts three times balls deep and then stays balls deep in me. He grunts and breaths heavy on my neck. I feel him throbbing. He’s breeding me. I feel every pulse. My involuntarily flexes against his dick as if my body knows it wants to suck all of his cum out of his balls. He stays there pulsing. My dick cant hold it any more and erupts. The 50 year old continues to jerk me as I spray shot after shot on the wall and ground. About 15 seconds go by while the latino is pressed up against me and I’m pressed up against the wall. We catch our breath. He slowly slides out of my ass. He whispers “hot. thanks”.. I can’t find words to say anything back. He pulls away from my body. My hole is burning but cold and empty. I feel cum and liquid dripping down my thigh. The latino disappears down the hallway. The 50 year old takes his cum covered hand off my dick and licks his fingers. I bend down and grab my towel. I can’t believe it but my dick is still rock hard. I’m so turned on but so uneasy that I just got bred. I wipe my ass off and wrap my towel around my waist. I have to pull my still hard dick against my stomach. I turn my back to the wall again and lean up against it to regroup about what just happened.

II i stand there and process that I already have two random guys cum in my ass. The risk isn't that high, is it? Definitely no more unsafe sex. But I do want to blow another load or at least explore this place a bit more. I make my way through the glory hole room. I pass a few more guys at holes sucking off dicks. Theres a long hallway with doors on each side. Those must be the rooms. I walk down the hallway and hear guys grunts and fucking. My dick throbs, letting me know its not ready to leave yet. I feel more liquid leaking down my leg. I reach down to wipe my towel on it. As i pull my hand up i catch a little more light. My fingers are pink. Is my ass bleeding? I look at my towel. There are red marks. My ass is bleeding. It must be from the scratching or something? Luckily I don’t smell any shit.. just liquids. I approach a larger room with showers. One heavy set guy is showering. A bit passed the showers are jacuzzis. There are a few older guys sitting it it. Their eyes follow me as I walk passed. I see a few dark narrow hallways. I enter one. Its a video room with a big elevated bed area. A younger dude in his mid 20s is on it. He looks american but fully hairy and a little stocky, but still hot. He’s stroking his dick. His dick is shiny and huge. It looks like it’s about 9” or so. Very hot. He spots me and then turns back to the projected bareback porn. I exit that room and try to look down the other narrow hallway but it’s pitch black. I hear some sucking, moaning, and slapping. I can’t tell if its a room or a hallway now. I enter running my hand along one of the walls. I come across a shoulder and chest. the skin is smooth and a bit loose like an older guy. I whisper “sorry”. He whispers “anytime” and then he feels my waste, back, and slide his hand down to my ass. My dick twitches but I keep slowly making my way forward. My legs lightly bump a guy on his knees. I squeeze his shoulder in apology. He’s unfazed and sucking a dick. I decide to stop and lean up against the wall until my eyes adjust more to this new darker room. I hear what must be 3-4 pairs of guys sucking and or fucking. A hand from my right, no doubt the guy who's chest i touched, grabs my hand an brings it to his bare dick. It’s about 5” and average thickness but rock hard and uncut. He’s leaking precum. As I hold his dick he grabs my wrist and makes me jerk him. His other hand undoes my towel and it again falls to the ground. My hard dick is free again. He starts exploring my muscular body with his hands. he whispers “hot body, bud..” As he explores my body his fingers find my wet hole. He moans “mmm.” He starts to probe my hole with his finger while stroking my dick. I do the same thing to him. I feel his ass and hole. He’s definitely older. I can feel the looseness of his ass skin. His hole is loose and slimy. I then feel another set of hands grab my dick. Then a month cover it. Its the cocksucker. He must have spun around. I’m overwhelmed again. Another set of hands start touching me from the left. They grab my face and bring me in for a kiss. A mystery tongue is shoved in my mouth. This guy has bad breath and almost metallic tasting spit. I try to pull away but he forcefully holds my head while exploring my mouth with his nasty tongue. My heart pounds. The danger and riskiness of it all turns me on even more. i know I shouldn’t want this, but I do. I start to kiss him back. He’s breathing into my mouth while kissing. It’s like he’s trying to push his breath into my lunges. Its making my head light. I’m powerless against these guys. All I can do i hold onto the dick to my right and the bald head sucking my dick in front of me. A free my face to get a breath of air. I then feel a cool glass tube against my nostrils. I cant help but inhale. What the fuck is this? My head spins. It’s like paint thinner. I grab the wrist of the hand holding the bottle. But I'm weak. It presses against my nose harder. I cant help but breath more into my body. I start to black out. All i can feel is my heart pounding, my dick throbbing, and fingers sliding in and out of my ass hole. A few moments go by. I start coming back and grab for the cocksuckers head. His head is gone. I grab hips. He’s how fucking himself on my dick, raw. i’m balls deep raw in this old feeling body. one hand grabs the back of my head and the tube is pressed against my nose again. I breath a few more times and black out again only feeling my dick and ass. I’m shuffled a few steps forward away from the wall. I feel my balls begin to boil. im barely standing, and more holding onto the sloppy bottom to keep balance. My dick is so hard. The tube remains under my nose. I think I’m going to pass out but i don’t. Then I feel a wet slimy body behind me. I’m bent forward a little bit. Something larger than a finger is inserted. I finely hear “fucking take it.. oh hell yeah.. keep the poppers there.. this guy is fucking hot..” He trusts a few times and growls “ahh” I feel his 5” dick blasting inside my raw ass. He’s flooding me with what feels like gallons on old warm jizz. My dick erupts. My body spasms and the tube loses my face. I shoot volley after volley of cum into this raw old ass. The bottom doesn’t stop fucking against me. He keeps bottoming out against my body. The dick from behind me disappears and the guy from my left, the one with the tube groans. I feel a spurt of hot cum on my ass crack and then he quickly pulls my waste bask onto his dick. He’s much bigger that the previous old guy. He thrusts a few more times. I can feel he had a big load. I can feel his dick stretch my ass lips and my innards as he throbs. I start coming back from my high. I’m still impaled in the ass and the bottom is trying his hardest to make me cum again. My balls are still tight. I could come again if he continues. The guy behind me shuffles out from behind me. I fall back against the wall. It give me enough room to pull out of the bottom. I can’t believe this is happening. The bottom tries to find my dick with his hole again but I hold him away and whisper “no more”. I reach down on the ground for my towel but it’s gone. I am wet slimy everywhere. My dick is still so hard though. What is happening to me here? I start making my way to the exit of the room when I feel more fingers find my ass and. I hear a guy whisper “ah found it.. here this will help you..” I try to escape his hands but he shoves something in my ass. It hurts. He shoves it as far as his finger will go. It feels like a small piece of glass that’s on fire. I quickly grab his wrist and formally pull his hand away and say “what the fuck man..” and walk away. My asshole is on fire. My dick is still hard though. It sways with each step.

I went to the bathhouse today and there were very few people and I saw next to no action. I was in the sling for over an hour. Nothing. So when I was leaving I remembered that the bathhouse had an agreement with the sleazy theater next door. So I went over and went to the basement which is totally black. I could tell there were some guys in there. So I stopped one and unzipped him and sucked him. I think he was older but not really sure, very black. As I am bent over sucking home, I feel a finger then a cock at my hole. Before long he was fucking me deep. I have no idea what this guy looked like because it was dark and I never turned around. Then I felt him tense up and he came in my hole. After he stepped aside I felt another raw cock in my hole. As I was sucking this one guy, 5 guys fucked me and came in me. No idea who they were, status, etc. It was very hot. Their cum is still in my hole.

Went am on the road traveling for business and found a local ABS today . What a great time I had wallowing in the sleaze of the dried cum on the walls and floor . it started out promising as there were plenty of anon cocks to suck dry and I got a belly full of cum from those first 4 cocks . Then I was sucking this great curved fat cock at a large glory hotel and I get the signal from its owner to put my cock through ( not really my preference as I am a total bottom but wth I'll let him a bit ) . He strokes my cock for a minute and then puts his hand onto my hip to coax me turn my hole to the GH . I willingly oblige and bend to fully expose my hole to the anon man on the other side of the wall. I can feel him poke his finger around a bit to locate my hole in the dark and then his fat raw cock head starts to push into slutty fuck hole. I relax and open up to this wide raw invasion and enjoy the feeling of fullness as he pushes deep into my hole . Now I'm in total heaven with my hole pressed up to a glory hole getting raw fucked by a fat random cock. He fucks for about 5 minutes before pushing deep and I can feel his cock throb and I get the warm wet feeling in my hole that tells me I have been throughly bred . Mmmmmmm sleazy cumdump heaven . He pulls out and I can feel a little dribble of his cum leak out of my used hole . I keep my ass pressed to the GH as I hear him zip and leave , as a cool breeze blows across my now wet hole when he opens his door . I can here some low toned whispering in the hallway and a low laugh and then I can another man enter the booth and he immediately reaches out and puts a finger in my cum filled hole. I can hear him unzip and then slaps his cock on my exposed hole a few times . He then lines up the head to my hole and starts to push in and I can hear him say " fucking slut " as his raw cock bottoms out deep in my hole . He starts to fuck me and dirty talk calling me a faggot, slut, Whore etc . He tells me to open my door so the other guys can see me taking raw cock and cum. Three guys gather at the door to watch stroking their cocks and two of them shoot cum watching me get royally fucked by a man I've never seen . He finally pushes balls deep and says ' take that dirty load you fucking whore ' and I use my ass muscles to milk out every drop as I shoot my own cum without ever touching my cock . Now I'm back in my hotel room fingering my cum filled hole and I'm thinking about heading back over in a few hours to get some more raw anon cock and cum in my ass .

FUCK YEA MY RAW COCK DRIPPING PRECUM AND MY LOW HANGERS HANGING EXTRA LOW AND HEAVY FULL OF CUM FUCK I NEED TO USE MY CHEM CUM AND PISS I CAN FUCK FOR DAYS AND BREED MANY MANY TIMES

IV The elevator doors finally open. Theres a 6’1 190lb built blond clean cut military looking guy in grey gym cloths with his phone out. My heart skips a beat and my legs temporarily don’t work from being stunned by how masculine and sexy he is. I quickly notice he’s half hard dick is buldging though his grey gym shorts. His dick looks massive. Oh my god, i can barely move and take my eyes off his dick print. I look up and see his pump and wet red lips and piercing blue eyes. His arms are muscular and have thick blond hair. I finally find myself and step into the elevator. He’s looking passed me. Someone else is approaching and about to enter the elevator from behind me. I shuffle to the side to let them in. The blond, strangely, makes no attempt to get out and instead reaches his hand out to greet this new addition to the elevator. I finally catch get sight of the new addition. It’s another strikingly handsome guy. About 5’10, 170 lbs, dark features, dark hair, big brown eyes, he’s latin, Brazilian maybe. He’s also in gym shorts, tank top, and flip flops. He has tattoos all over his arms and is also very hairy with scruffy facial hair. The two of them shake hands. the bond says “hey, I’m Nick, nice to meet you.. good timing” the Brazilian introduces himself “Carlos here.” They shake hands and then stand next to each other. All three of us are standing side by side. I take a step forward and reach forward to hit floor 10. I know they can see my wet ass. I feel liquid dripping down my leg and know my ass and inner thighs are probably soaked through. So much cum dipping out.. I step back in line with them and notice they don’t hit any number. They must be on the same floor. Then I catch out of the corner of my eye Carlos has his right hand down the ass of Nicks loose shorts. Is he fingering his hole?! My dick jumps. G’damn they’re hot. Nick reaches up and starts rubbing the back of Carlos’s neck. I feel the blood rushing to both my dick and my face. I feel like I'm in a wet dream. I notice Carlos is starting to budge in his shorts also. I cant help but to look over at them. I want to see nicks lips and face again. I glance. Carlos is looking at my budge, and Nick makes eye contact with me. What the fuck is going on. Lust is in the air. I feel like we’re all in heat. I look down to confirm Carlos is fingering Nicks hole. Yep.. and they’re both getting fully hard. I reach down to adjust my dick to the side. My heart is pounding. I involuntarily lick my lips. As i adjust my dick Carlos reaches down and grabs my hand and my dick and gives it a squeeze. My mouth falls open and let out a low “ahh”. This is happening. Nick asks “what room are you in?” i respond “1016, you?” “1028.. come with us for a bit..” the elevator door chimes open on the 10th floor. Nick steps out. Carlos gives my dick/hand one more squeeze and holds my arm to pull me after them. As they slide the keycard into the lock I hear loud sniffing from under the door. What is that? We open the door and we’re greeted by a massive white husky dog. It hops up and puts its paws on Nicks chest and licks his neck. This dog is giant. Then it does the same to me. I grab its center body and rub his sides a bit while he’s licking me. The dog is awkwardly boned up from the excitement. While I’m rubbing / hugging the dog, Carlos reaches down to the dogs dick and squeezes it lightly, “woof” he says and the looks up at me and smiles. Strange behavior but I smile back at Carlos, mainly because he's so beautiful. I let the dog down. Nick and Carlos waste no time ripping his shirts off and revealing their muscular color contrasting bodies. Nick has nice blond chest hair and a quite a lot of fur down his happy trail. Carlos is not very hairy up top but his happy trail, legs, and arms are furry. They both have quite a few tattoos. Nothing too notable except both have similar paw print tattoos and sharp almost tribal patterns. Carlos grabs the back of my head and kisses me hard. His tongue feels amazing. Nick starts unbuttoning my pants at the same time. My pants fall to the floor. I know they’re wet from the jjizz and blood. Nick says “mm just as i thought, you’ve been taking loads, eh?” I am embarrassed but distracted by Carlos's mouth. Nick takes my dick in his mouth and at the same time pulls Carlos’s shorts down. Nick is servicing both of us. It’s all too amazing. Nick then gets up, goes to the bathroom and comes back with a warm we towel. He wipes my legs and ass, cleaning me up a bit. “now you’re fuckabale again” he says. Carlos leads me to the bed, and forcefully pushes me face down onto it and barks “get on your hands and knees. Show me your hole” i feel like there’s nothing I can do but comply. When did I become so submissive? I raise my ass in the air. Carlos spits on my asshole and slides his finger in. He says to Nick “he’s still so slippery.. the pup is going to love this..” The pup? Nick climbs on the bed while Carlos is eating my ass. Nick puts his hard hairy dick in my face. He’s at least 8” and very thick. It has hair almost half way up its shaft and heavy large pink balls under it. Nick grabs the back of my head and jams it down my throat. I gag and spit all over his pubes. He starts to face fuck me and moan. After about 10 thrusts i push him out of my mouth. His dick glistens with my spit and I can see precum starting to emerge from the dickhole. He grabs his dick and jerks it a few times. The precum almost drips off and then he wipes it with his index finger and puts the finger in my mouth. It’s slick and salty. It’s all too much. My dick is also throbbing. Carlos is probing my ass and scratching at my prostate. Nick jams his dick back in my mouth. I try to suck and swallow more precum. Nick calls out “Duke.. come here, boy..” Nick tells Carlos “let him investigate” I’m confused but can barely think straight with Nicks dick sliding in an out of my mouth. I want to taste his load. Then I feel a cold wet sponge press up against my asshole. Then it breaths and a giant warm tongue licks from my hanging balls up and into my hole. It feels amazing. The dog is licking my hole? What the fuck is going on? I try to turn my head to see what’s happening at my ass and Nick grabs my head and continues to force fuck my mouth. Carlos asks nick “he’s definitely ready to fuck.. will he just get up on him or do i need to help?” Nick responds “get up here boy.." and reaches over me. He grabbed Dukes front paws and pulls him on top of me. Are they trying to get the dog to fuck me? It’s all happening so fast. Then I feel it. The dogs dick slides into my ass and he immediately starts thrusting. Its dick is swelling. I try to squirm away from the dog and Nick but thrusts harder. Im about to pass out. I feel the dick in my ass throb and swell. It’s shooting is load in me. Fuck. Carlos eggs it on “good boy.. that’s hot.. nut deep boy” The dog stops and pulses. It’s flooded my guts. I am so turned on and disgusted with myself at the same time. My dick is betraying me rational thinking, overpowering me with lust. I want this. With each pulse my dick edges closer to cumming. Then I feel Duke trying to dismount. His blood-filled knot is stuck in me. Duke pulls harder and successfully rips out of my ass. My hole gapes. I feel the cool air all the way in my stomach. Carlos says “Duke really loaded you good.” Carlos replaces Duke, sliding his fat uncut dick in with ease. He’s fucking the dogs load deeper into my body. I want him to. He is about to make me cum just by fucking. Then I feel Nick’s dick swell. He’s about to shoot in my mouth. He slides balls deep and holds it there for a second. I can smell my spit in his trimmed pubes and all the wetness on my face, against his body. He pulls out and then shoves balls deep into my throat again. The bottom of his dick starts to flex. He’s coming down my throat. Nick moans and grabs the back of my head harder. I am forced to swallow as fast as i can. It sets me over the edge and I involuntarily start to cum also. Carlos is fucking my prostate so hard I cant stop cumming. Its too powerful. Then I feel carlos start to speed up. He starts to growl and moan as he fucks full speed. He's also climaxing. He pushes me forward onto my stomach. Nicks dick falls out of my mouth. Carlos lays ontop of me while he continues to throb and come down from his climax. We’re all breathing heavily. Carloss dick slowly deflates. He slides out of my ass. I grab the used wet towel and wipe off. I look at the dog. It’s staring at me. It knows i wanted it’s seed. Nick tells me he’s here for a few days and that we should hang again. I write my number down and head to my hotel room. The last 12 hours have changed me forever.

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…. ?

III I need to make my way to the showers and push out this thing and the cum.. As I walk down the hall my head starts to get light and my ass starts to burn.. but more for desire. My hole needs attention. Lust seems to be taking over my body. Its heard to breath for a minute. I stop and try to focus on standing and breathing. I can feel throbbing coming from both my dick and asshole. My ass needs more dick. A guy comes up from behind me and says “how are you feeling?” I turn around. He’s nasty. He has a gaunt face, probably 60, 5’9” and 160 with a few tattoos around his waste. They look like Chinese stars and bug stingers. I notice his dick is pink and has what looks like blood streaks. Fuck, this is one of the guys that fucked me. For some reason i still liked his touch. With one hand he holds my shoulder and looks deeper into my eyes and repeats “hey, how are you feeling? you want some more seed?”. His other hand reaches around to my ass his finger probes my slick hole. I don’t say anything. I don’t deny nor accept his offer. He smiles, showing me his yellow teeth, and holding my shoulders pushes me down the hall. He opens one of the doors. Inside is stained mattress, an unzipped backpack, and a mounted TV playing group bareback porn. He grabs my face and slithers his tongue into my mouth. Im both repulsed and turned on by this old troll. He grabs my dick and I grab his. Both of our dicks are tender feeling but hard and start leaking a precum. I open my eyes while we’re standing there and see the 20 year old from the video room. He’s hot as hell. He comes to the open door and starts jerking his 9 inch fat dick. The old man pushes me backward. I think about my ass needing more attention. It burns for more. My heels hit the bedside and i fall backwards. The old man doesn’t miss a beat and puts his arms under my legs to pin me on my back and expose my hungry hole. I look down at his precum slick dick head aimed for my hole. He spits on my hole. I can feel the warmth of his spit coating my holes lips. He nudges forward and I feel his dickhead sink into me. It feels amazing. He works the head in and out a few times. The boy at the door say “fucking hot, Bill.. good find.” The boy walks over, crawls onto the bed and sits directly on my face. His hairy hole on my mouth. His large saggy balls on my chin. He moans “eat my ass.. rim me dude” I comply and start licking his hole. I feel the thick hair on my lips and tongue and taste the funk and what seems to be slickness from possibly being fucked earlier in the evening. I hear more guys coming into the room and one says with a deep voice “this is what I’m talking about” “nicee, Bill”. Bill is now slowly sliding in and out of me. I hear another guy say “here lets put another shard in him” Bills dick abandons my hungry hole. I feel brutally rough fingers jam another piece of glass deep in my ass. It feels like its in my stomach. It burns but more quickly this time makes me want more dick, deeper in me. Bill fucks the shard deeper in me. He starts to breath heavier and pump. He’s about to cum. I feel his dick flexing harder. The 20 year old on top of me is now stroking my dick as bill is about to climax. Bill moans “ahh here’s another load.. ahh hell yeah” He pulses and jams a few more times. i hear a deeper voice claim my ass next “my turn,.. I'm about to bust” Bill passes my legs to the deep voice guy. I feel his belly press up against my balls and his much smaller dick slide into my cum filled hole. He pumps a few times and growls “oh man, god I love breeding dirty muscle pups.. ahh fuck yeah” I feel his balls jetting into me. I pull him into me even more. I want all of him. I want all of them. He's not enough. He pushes forward as he pulsates. I think he’s making out with the 20 year old. I feel cold hands grab my right ankle. The fat bear climbs off. My other ankles is grabbed. My ass looses some of the cum its filled with. It feels like ounces of liquid oozes onto the mattress. The guy holding my ankles say “fuck yeah, how many loads has this pup taken?” Bill responds “at least 4 so far.. Then another voice says “my load was worked up in there also earlier from when i got head and Rafa fucked him..” Another voice says “Rafa eh.. pup I hope you like all the strains, Rafa just found out he’s full blown..” The man with my ankles moaned and shoved his thick cock in my hole. this one was just what I wanted.. Thick and long. He really stretched my ass. As he pounded the 20 year old scooted back and started working his dick in my mouth. My jaw could hardly accommodate 1/4th of this dick. I could smell ass, spit, and fuck on his dick. He definitely fucked earlier. I felt the guy jackhammering my ass speed up. He moaned and rams hard and stays deep. His dick is so thick I can feel every vain flex with the climax. I feel his cum in my stomach. I wanted all of him in me. I pulled his thighs. He too was old feeling and thin. I grabbed his waist to pull him harder and feel his boney ribs. He leans down to sucked the 20 year olds dick for a moment and then dismounted me. As he slides out, my hole is gaping, cold, raw, and wants more. I grab the underside of my knees to expose it even more. I feel the cool air assist the liquids both sink deeper into my body and chill them running down my crack and back. The 20 year old climbs behind me. He’s next. His dick is so big. The head was as big as the last guys entire dick. It is perfect. He leans into me and kisses me. His young tongue, sweet spit, and full lips are refreshing. At the same time he sinks deeper and deeper into my ass. I want him. He pumps a few times in and out while sinking. I looked around the room. There’s one other guy left who’s jerking. he is about 40 and very hairy. Possibly middle eastern. As the 20 year old starts to speed up the hairy guy positions himself behind the 20 year old. The 20 year old bottoms out and stops. I feel him flexing. He grabs my neck with one hand and leans forward and sticks his tongue in my mouth. I feel him flexing harder. the hairy guy is entering the 20 year old. I reach down to jack my dick. I am already close to blowing my load. My dick is so sensitive. The two of them started to pump in sync. Their weight together fucks me even deeper. My ass was stretched to its limit. I feel all the toxic cum being rubbed into my ass walls but this massive man dick. The pace started to speed up. The 20 year old moaned. “oh.. oh man.. here it cums” the hairy guy groaned also. I couldn’t stop my dick from shooting. He was hitting my prostate and every other part of my insides. I started to shake a with each jet. Again my ass hold tightens around the dick flooding my ass. Pump.. pump.. pump.. My dick jumps at the same time his dick flexes. The two of them fall forward onto me and then crash to the side of me and lay down on the bed. the 20 year olds knot is still inside me but slowly deflating. We were all so excused and breathing heavy.. I doze off.. Everything's black. I see a giant bull with red eyes approaching me. Where am i? My ass is on fire. The bull comes closer and I can see his red firehose of a dick start to emerge from the black fur. It;s glistening with red slickness. Everything goes black. I’m now in barn and I see a giant scorpion the size of a dog and a long black stinger dripping hot white acid. raised above it's body. For some reason I want it’s acid in me. I look to the right and see I’m under under the demon cows body it’s 16” dick is about to touch my lips. I accept it. i put the head in my mouth. It’s dick hole is at least 1/2” wide. I taste salty precum with my tongue. I suck on it and feel it start to flex and pump. A shot of cum fills my mouth. My mouth starts being flooded with cum. It’s so hot and salty. It has thick chunks of sperm. I can’t help but swallow gulp after gulp. I feel the stinger making its way into my hole. It burns but i want it. I feel its cold sharp tip enter me. It sinks deeper and stretches my hole to it’s ripping point and then stops. I then feel a blast acid in my hole. My dick is throbbing. I want more of both. I suck harder on the dick and try to use my feet to get the stinger father in my ass. My dick is about to explode. I wake up. I’m still in the bathhouse bed. I’m alone. My dick is throbbing. I feel my ass and it’s crusted with dry cum and blood. the mattress has blood on it from my ass. What time is it? I need to get to my meetings. Fuck I am so out it. My dick is so hard and my ass is sore but feels good. I rush back to my locker, throw on my cloths and head back to the Courtyard. It’s sometime in the morning. The sun is barely coming up. Luckily I know my first meeting doesn’t start until noon. I can probably get cleaned up and get more rest. As I walk I feel my ass get sticky and wet. I’m surely leaking into the ass of my jeans. As i enter the lobby I notice the front desk guy is an veiny old daddy. He’s probably 60, muscular looking, overly manicured, and looks like he's been around. He smiles at me as I shuffle to the elevator. I look like shit. As I pass him, i know he can see my ass is wet. I wait for the elevator embarrassed but so tired I don’t care.

Before we knew his name, we called him Neighbor Boy. Brian saw him first. On a gorgeous Saturday in May, I walked into the kitchen to see my husband jacking his fat dick while sneaking glances out the window. When he heard me approach, he flashed a piggish grin and motioned me over. That’s when I caught my first glimpse of Neighbor Boy. He was shirtless, maybe 18 or 19, and hauling boxes into his family’s new home. His face, square-jawed and intense, was still boyish in a lot of ways, but you could easily see the drop-dead-handsome man he was becoming. And to make things even hotter, he was obviously packing a man-size piece of meat, judging from the package bouncing between his legs. As sweat ran down the ridges of his abs, his shorts began to slip past the beltline, exposing just a bit of what appeared to be a bubble-perfect jockbutt. My eyes followed the dark line of sweat forming between his asscheeks; I wanted to bury my face in the fresh boy-musk around his crotch, his pits, his fuckhole. Brian turned to me with an evil grin. “That boy is ours,” he said, still furiously jacking his cock. Then, with a grunt, he sprayed three powerful volleys of thick, unmedicated poz cum across the kitchen sink. * * * Brian and I have been together for 10 years. I’m 35; he’s 40. People tease us about looking like twins, and I can see why: we both have dark brown hair, beards, and hairy chests. We also have cocks that are roughly the same size, about 8.5” by 6.5”. And when our big dicks spring out of our jockstraps at the same time, we can usually turn a run-of-the-mill bottomboy into a trashy, knocked-up dickpig in no time at all. It wasn’t always that way. Back when we met, Brian was a top. I was vers, but I wouldn’t let him fuck me raw. My reasoning was simple: I was neg, he was poz. And then one night, he invited me to his house for a homemade dinner. It was my birthday, and he’d hinted at some kind of surprise. I had no idea what was in store: halfway through my first cocktail, I started to slur my speech. I remember asking him what was going on, but Brian just stood there, grinning like a demon and rubbing his cock through his jeans as I slipped into unconsciousness. When I woke up, I found myself suspended in midair, my body swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm. In my drugged-up stupor, it took me a few minutes to realize that I was directly underneath a large mirror on the ceiling. Very slowly, I managed to process the image I saw in the mirror: for some reason I was naked, with my legs splayed wide and arms tied back. I’d heard of slings, but I’d never been in one. And just then, it dawned on me that my body was swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm because a total stranger was pounding my hole. That’s when I heard Brian’s voice cut through the noise in that dark, crowded, sweat-stenched room: “The second booty bump definitely woke him up,” he said. Right about then, the guy fucking me started to convulse, and everyone in the room shouted encouragement as he thrust in and out of my hole frenetically. Next I heard a loud round of clapping and grunting from the crowd, followed by an odd sensation of warmth and wetness when that cock pulled out of me. My hole released the stranger's mushroom head with a subtle *pop*, and then I suddenly felt an emptiness in my ass, as if my knocked-up cunt somehow wasn’t complete anymore without a raw dick lodged deep inside. But the emptiness didn’t last. Within a matter of seconds, I felt the familiar contours of Brian’s cock inside me. “Hey, baby,” he said, his big dick making an unfamiliar sloshing sound as he fucked away. “That was load number four, and you've just begun. It’s your birthday, remember? My gift is to get you fuckin’ pregnant. You want another poz load?” I stared at him, uncomprehending. Then my eyes grew wide as I realized what all this meant. “No,” I said. “Fuck no. I don’t want to be sick. You know that. What the fuck are you doing?” “Oh, please—you have no idea what you want,” he replied. “From the moment we met, I saw right through you. You’re just another clean-cut, handsome boy waiting for somebody to give you permission to be a cumpig. I mean, just look at your dick right now—it’s harder than I’ve ever seen it.” I glanced down at my cock, and I could see it dripping beads of precum onto my abs. Meanwhile, Brian kept pounding me. “Your dick seems to be a few steps ahead of your brain at the moment, because your dick knows what you need,” he said. “And what you need, little piggy, is an ass full of fresh poz loads. Don’t worry—your brain will catch up to your cock before the night’s through. Until then, we’ll just gangrape you full of poz seed, OK?" "FUCK YOU." "Sorry, bud, but I'm pretty sure it's the other way around. You're the one getting fucked tonight, remember? You're getting fucked and bred and, if you're really lucky, maybe even pozzed. So...are you ready to beg for another dirty load, boy?” “Fuck no, Brian. I don’t want this. Fucking stop, OK? STOP.” He didn’t stop. Instead, he nodded to someone behind me, and I was quickly muzzled and blindfolded. Brian stopped thrusting for a moment, lodging his cock deep in my hole, and ordered me to stay perfectly still unless I wanted to get hurt. In the stillness that followed, someone wrapped a tourniquet around my bicep. I felt a pinch in my arm, and the tourniquet came loose. Almost immediately, I gasped as a wave of dark energy rushed to my chest, my lungs, my cock, my ass. I coughed violently, and I struggled to catch my breath while the dark wave kept crashing through my nervous system. And just as Brian predicted, that's when my brain finally caught up with my cock. I was in heat. I loved the feeling of Brian's raw dick pounding me full of toxic seed. And by the end of the night, I would whimper and moan anytime my hole wasn’t stretched around a charged-up cock. I'd been transformed from a neg condom queen to a bareback slampig in a matter of hours. In the years since, Brian and I have developed a knack for initiating young men into the world of chemsex, feeding drugs to unsuspecting boys before knocking them up. The hottest of all, I think, was the seduction of Brian’s college-age nephew. And it didn’t happen on just any night, either, but on the night of our wedding. This kid was a hot little faggot with a naturally hungry butt. He was deeply closeted, but Brian and I saw right through him in a second. So after flirting with him on the dancefloor, then feeding him our dicks in a restroom stall, we took him back to the honeymoon suite, smoked him out with the glass pipe, and slathered Tina-laced lube all over his fratboy fuckhole. Within 15 minutes, he was taking a seat on my raw cock and bouncing on it like a natural-born bitch. Eight hours (and two giant slams) later, Brian’s fratboy nephew was a confirmed chemwhore, proudly spreading his wrecked fuckhole while it oozed loads from 11 strangers. Even then, he was still shoving fingers hungrily into his cunt, pleading for another slam of Tina in his arm. Instead, we dropped him off at our dealer’s house with instructions to push every boundary possible until this boy was corrupted through and through. Our dealer didn’t disappoint, and within a month or two our fratboy nephew was a slampig escort with a real talent for getting double-fisted. We couldn’t be prouder. * * * The day after we saw Neighbor Boy for the first time, we introduced ourselves to his parents. Over the course of a 30-minute conversation that included far too many details about the sister we didn’t care to meet, we found out exactly what we needed to know: Neighbor Boy’s name was Dalton, and he was finishing up his senior year at McKinley High. He’d just turned 18. He had a steady girlfriend named Melissa, and he’d landed a scholarship to be a kicker for one of the state university football teams. “Oh, and one more thing,” Dalton’s father said to us. “We’ll be chaperoning our daughter’s class trip to Washington, D.C. at the beginning of June. Dalton is perfectly capable of running the house by himself for a week, but could you just make sure he doesn’t throw any giant keggers? We’d really appreciate it.” We nodded eagerly, because we’d found our window of opportunity. As the conversation wrapped up, we slipped our hands in our pockets, attempting to hide the bulges from our rapidly hardening cocks. * * * When Brian and I returned home, we closed the door and fell into a deep, sloppy kiss. We would do whatever necessary to fill all of Dalton’s holes with chems. And if we had our way, he’d be going to college in the fall with poz blood flowing through his veins. “I wonder if Jesse knows Dalton,” Scott said. “That could be hot.” I nodded and grabbed my phone. “Let’s give him a ring.” We love Jesse because he’s an evil pig. But we love him even more because he’s an evil pig who happens to look like a blond, buff Mormon. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s hung like a lumberjack. Like Dalton, he’s a senior at McKinley, and we’d initiated him about six months earlier after chatting him up on a bareback fetish site. We pozzed him on the day after his 18th birthday. He was already entertaining some very dark fantasies by the time we found him—apparently he’d been watching bareback porn and trolling fetish chatrooms for years. But unlike most of the naïve little faggots we corrupt with chems and impregnate with toxic seed, Jesse was eager to get slammed into the stratosphere, and he required no encouragement to spread his muscled boybutt for our poz dicks. And now, in the months since his seroconversion, he’s been helping us lure boys to the world of chem-fueled bareback fucking. Jesse answered my call right away. Yes, he said, he was pretty good friends with Dalton, who was basically the hottest guy in the entire fucking school. We asked if Jesse was planning to hang out with Dalton anytime soon. Yes, he replied: he’d be at Dalton’s pool party the following weekend. “You guys should come, because a lot of the parents will be there,” he said. “I’ll tell Dalton to invite you. And I'll tell you something else: everybody at school would swear he’s straight, but I just don’t know. I get a weird vibe from him. Maybe not a gay vibe, but like a curious vibe.” “So you’re saying there might be a faggot buried deep inside that boy?” I asked. “Just a hunch,” Jesse replied. “Well, in that case,” said Scott, “it’s time for us to get deep inside Dalton and find out.” MORE SOON...

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

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

It was a not so typical end of the year party on a Friday night. Christopher had just graduated high school. He was your typical straight laced, high school jock, popular with the girls, but had yet to get laid. He had the occasional beer and maybe a joint, but never thought of doing hard drugs ever. Christopher was 5' 10”, 145 pounds of lean muscle with blond hair and blue eyes. He was invited to a party at the near by college he was to attend in the fall ans was hoping to get himself laid by some college chick. When he arrived there weren't many girls at the party so he grabbed a beer and walked around. After finishing a few brews he started to talk to some of the other people at the party. He hit it off with this one guy, his name was Reese. Reese was had just finished his second year at the college and was very out going, the total opposite of Christopher's shyness. They talked about the lack of pussy at the party when Reese said he could introduce him to a couple hotties name Gina and Tina. Christopher was excited at the possibilities and the 2 left for Reese's apartment. After arriving at Reese's, Reese offered Christopher another beer. Christopher drank it down as Reese told him he was going to get Tina. Christopher was a little confused why he never said he was going to get Gina when he started to feel very warm and groggy. When Reese came back he helped Christopher into his bedroom and Christopher stretched out on his back on the bed. It was at that point that Reese asked Christopher if he liked Gina. Christopher looked at him a little puzzled. Reese explain, Gina was in the beer that he drank. Christopher was a little out of it, but was feeling good and started to feel a little horny. It was at that point that Reese climbed on Christoper, sitting on his chest and pinning his arms under his legs. He was sitting so heavily on Christopher's arms the blood flow was stopped. Then Reese pulled out a syringe and said it was time to meet Tina, and with that he stuck the needle into Christopher's arm giving him is first taste of crystal meth via a slam. Christoper felt the warmth in his arm and as Reese let up on his arm the meth hit is system and he couched out. Reese gave him some water to drink and Christopher was flying. Reese then hit himself with a nice slam en joined Christopher in the sexual high. Reese then leaned in and kissed him. Christopher was unable to prevent Reese's tongue to begin probing into his mouth. As Miss Tina took it's hold of him he began to get very horny. He gave in to the advancements of Reese and the pleasure he was experiencing. Reese began to undress Christopher as they kissed and soon Christopher was only in a pair of blue boxer briefs. Reese then began to undress himself and then he straddled Christopher chest as he did when he forced slammed the teen. Reese then eased his hard, dripping 8a: cut cock into his victims mouth with some resistance, but with the G in Christopher's system along with the T, he was no match fir the hunk sitting on his chest. Christopher was getting his first taste of cock and he began to enjoy it. In no time he was a willing cock sucker and soon Reese was off his chest and sitting with Christopher between his legs willingly sucking his cock. To this point, Christoper had only taken half of Reese's cock into his eager mouth, but soon enough Reese took charge placing a hand behind the chemed up boy's head and little by little forced more of his tool into his mouth. When it hit the back of his throat, Reese told Christopher to take a deep breath and then Reese forced his dick into his cock sucker's throat. After e few seconds he with drew and then repeated his move placing his dick back into the throat of his cock sucker. This went on for a few minutes when Reese pulled all the way out and had Christoper get on his back. It was Reese's turn to show Christopher what it was like to have a real blow job from a real man. Reese easily deep throated Christopher's 7” cut cock and bobbed up and down for what seemed like an eternity. With the G and T in Christopher's system he was not going to cum any time soon, but the boy was moaning from the blow job he was receiving. Reese was enjoying working on the boy semi hard cock, but that wasn't his objective. He licked the shaft a few times, sucked and licked Christopher's balls as he worked his was to the prize he was after, Christopher's virgin hole. When his tongue began licking the prize her wanted, Christoper began to moan louder then he did when he was getting blown. As Reese licked the hole, lubing it up for his eventual penetration he also began to probe the soon to be willing hole with his fingers. As he slid in on finger he was sure to add a little meth to it to give Christopher a booty bump. Reese knew this would make his ass more hungry and willing to accept his cock. Between the slam and the booty bump Reese was opening up Christoper's virgin hole, 2, 3, 4 fingers deep. Reese thought that he might be able to fist this boy soon, but he held off on that idea. He knew what he wanted, to seed this virgin hole with his toxic seed, get him addicted to T and his cock so that when he returned Christoper returned next fall he would have a boy to use and abuse. Reese pulled his fingers out. Christopher let out a moan of disappointment. Christopher was feeling empty inside. He looked up at Reese and asked him to put his fingers back in side his hole. Reese looked down and with his eyes locked on Christopher's said that he was going to replace it with something more substantial. As that was being said, Reese slowly slid is raw cock into Christoper's ass prompting Christopher to reach down and feel what was going inside him. When he realized it was Reese's dick, he looked up and asked Reese if he should have a condom on. Reese just looked him dead in the eye and kept on sliding into the boys formerly virgin hole. As the last of his cock slid into the ass of his new bottom boy he grinded it in getting a moan out of the boy's mouth. Reese knew what he was doing, he slowly moved his dick, teasing Christopher with mini thrusts. Reese could see in Christoper's eyes that he was giving in and at that point Reese set about fucking him with a growing intensity. Reese knew that if his seed was too take hold he'd need to do some damage and since the boy was a virgin he knew it wouldn't take much to seed him. Along with the fingering Reese did some scratching inside. He knew that this would work since it was the same way he had be brought into the fold. Soon Christoper was moaning and begging to be fucked. The booty bump was really working now and Reese wasted no time in pounding the boy's hole. As Reese was abusing his new toys ass, he was ready to deliver his first load and did so without Christopher knowing. Reese could deposit a couple loads this way and did just that. As Reese was read to cum for the third time he looked down at Christopher, leaned in and as he was getting ready to cum he told Christopher that he was going to spend the weekend with him and that they were going to keep fucking until Reese was sure that his toxic seed was going to take hole. Reese then started to pant and moan and whispered into Christopher's ear that he was shooting his third poz load into his ass and with three loads in him deep there was no turning back. He was soon to get the fuck flu and be as poz as Reese was. Reese now owned his ass and he would do with it as he pleased. Christopher sat there in shock. He was so tweaked, he didn't know what to feel or what to do. All he knew was that he wanted more Tina and that he wanted of Reese's cock.

My name is Marc and this is the story of how I was “Turned into a Poz Slut”. Let me start off by telling you that I am 19, had just finished my first year of community college. I am 5'10”, 130 pounds, brown hair and eyes. I have a runner’s build mainly due to cross country running in high school and now community college. The most important fact to know is that at the time of this story, I was still a virgin. It all began innocent enough. As usual Rick (my best bud and a decent looking guy) and I were playing video games for a while, kicking back and having a few beers. Rick was 5'6”, about my weight. Out of no where Rick asked me if I wanted to check out some of his new pornos he just gotten a couple days ago. Of course I was game. What teenage guy would say no? He pulled a box off a high shelf in his closet. As we started flipping through them, I was amazed. These weren't the Playboys I had seen before. They were hardcore fuck books. They were full of slutty women, sucking and being fucked by guys with huge, hard cocks. I was boned in seconds. I found myself rubbing my bone through my shorts without even thinking about it. "Fuck dude I've got a boner from hell!" I said. "Yeah, me too. I got to jerk this one off or my cock is going to explode. You going for it too?" He stood up and dropped his shorts. This was the first time I had seen a guy in the flesh with a boner. I knew mine was a good size but his looked bigger. I followed suit and pushed my shorts down too. "Not a bad sized cock but I think I have you beat" he said to me. They looked pretty close to the same length to me, but his was differently fatter, a real pussy splitter. "You ever measure your's?" I shook my head no. He went over to his desk and grabbed a wooden ruler saying "Stand up, dude." With his left hand he pulled my dick down straight, so it was sticking straight out. Fuck I almost shot my load right there. This was the first time someone else touched my dick. He laid the ruler on top of my shaft and measured from the base of my cock to the head. I came in at 7-1/2 inches. Rick then laid the ruler on his cock he was over 8 inches. That out of the way, we went back to spanking our cocks and flipping through the mag's. "Rick, check this out." It was a series of photos of some guy held a chick by her head and burying his huge dick in her face. "Fuck dude I hope I can find a chick that can swallow my pole like that." "Yeah, but it's hard to find any chick that even put it in her mouth" Rick said knowingly, to which I responded "Rick, have you had any chick suck you yet?" "Not yet. But if you promise not to tell anyone I will show you something real cool." "Sure." With that he laid cross ways on the bed, threw his feet over his head and walked them down the wall. My mouth fell open as about half of his cock slid into his mouth. Flexing his knees he was giving himself a blowjob. He did this for a few minutes then straightened back out. "You want to see if you can do it?" "Fuck yeah." I got up on the bed and did every thing like he did but my cock was still six inches from my face. He tried helping for a bit by pushing down on my ass. I had to give up after a bit because my back was starting to hurt. Fuck was I let down. I just fell short of getting my first blowjob, even if it was from myself. I knew I wasn't going to get to see what it was like to do myself right away. Don't ask me why, but I had to see what it was like. "Rick let me try it on you." "NO way dude that's gay!" "You just did it." "Yeah, but it was my own cock." Guess I had him there. He stepped up to me on the bed, with his cock inches from my face. I reached out with my right hand and grabbed his shaft and pulled it out straight. I leaned forward and slid it into my mouth. As I started bobbing up and down his shaft, he hissed "Watch your teeth, dude." I sucked it for a few minutes when he pulled out of my mouth. "I can't do this. Let's just wack`em off." That's as far as my first time went. A bit after we had finished cleaning the puddles of cum off our bellies, I asked Rick if he would let me try it again another time. He wasn't game, but he told me how last summer, he and two of his friends went camping down at the lake. Rick told me that they all caught good buzzes from some weed and beer that they had. They called it a night and all climbed in the tent and crashed. During the night Rick had to take a piss. He noticed both his buds were not in their sleeping bag. After pissing he could hear something was happening behind some bushes. When he peeked through the bushes he about died. Both buds were going at it, one was sucking the other's dick. Rick just left and went back to his bag. Rick mentioned, that if I wanted he could mention me to one of his friend, but Rick didn't want to hear about anything if it did happen to work out. I was still curious so I told him to go ahead. That was the last we talked about it. It actually went long enough that I forgot the whole conversation about his friend. Late that summer I was at a party at Rick's. It was winding down. The beer was almost gone and I was out of weed. I was saying later to everyone this guy named Steve asked me if I could give him a lift home. Steve was a year younger than I, about 6'1", which is about an inch taller then am I. He had spiked brown hair and out-weighed me by 50 pounds. He'd burn one with me when we got there. That was the magic phrase. I told him, "Cool." He lived about five miles out of town. When we got to his apartment we went back to his bedroom. He propped a pillow up on the wall, on his bed and started rolling one. I got the wooden chair. I remember his shit was good. Man did I have a mean buzz going and I was starting to feel very horny. Then totally out of the blue he asks,“You getting horny?” Totally caught off guard, "What?" “Bro, it's not that hard to tell when you're throwing wood.” Sure enough my shorts were tenting. Then Steve asked," You want to suck my cock?' I gave Steve a funny look then he added, “Rick told me you might be interested in sucking some dick?" Now I knew he must be one of the guys Rick had told me about on the camping trip. "Are you serious?" "Does this look serious to you?" He says pulling his shorts down tight to his obvious boner. " I could really go for a blow job right now." "Dude, I don't know." "You already had Rick's cock in your mouth so it's not like you can say you’re not a cocksucker. I don't care who's swinging on my meat as long as it feels good. If you don't want it to get around town you've sucked dick, I think you'll suck mine off." I was totally in shock with his comment. He could see the defeat in my face. "Cool." He says raising his butt off the bed pushes his shorts down, and then kicks them off. "Get over here and start sucking." I kind of went into automatic, I knelt next to the bed, reached out with my right hand and lifted his hard cock off his stomach. The head already had a drop of precum oozing out the slit. I licked it. It had no real flavor but the slickness coated my tongue. I took it into my mouth and start bobbing up and down the shaft. After a minute he tells me to push my tongue tighter up against his shaft. "Oh, yeah, Dude. You're making it feel good. Look at all the ooze you got pumping out of my piss slit. Give my head a good licking." I swirled my tongue all over the head, his precum coating the inside of my mouth and tongue. "It also feels when you lick my balls." With that he bent his knees out and pushes his balls to my lips. The musk off his sack filled my nose. Not bad, just different. I worked his balls for a bit, then Steve told to get back to sucking his cock. With that he poked his cock back into my mouth. I must have been doing it right. He started running his fingers through my hair and telling, "Oh yeah, you're making it feel good man! Suck on that pole." He started jabbing his cock in my mouth, occasionally gagging me when he hit my throat. His words turned to grunts as he pumped my mouth. His fingers tighten a bit more on my head and he started chanting "Fuck, yeah, fuck yeah, FUCK YEAH!" He held my head in place and with a final thrust his cock started pulsing and his cum fired into my mouth. He grunted with every pulse of his dick and his hips bucked a bit. A minute after his cock stopped pumping his juice he fell back on the bed. I swallowed his cum without a thought. It had a strong, sweet banana flavor to it. "If that was your first time you did great." I look down. His cock is still hard and shiny with my spit and some of his cum slime. "I'm beat, but if you want to smoke another one, go ahead and roll it.” As I'm rolling it, Steve asks if I was cool with what we just did. I told him it was kind of cool, thinking of the compliment he gave me on how well I did. I fired up the joint and we got baked again. As we smoked it I noticed his dick never went soft. "Dude you're still hard." "Yeah, it never goes down after the first shot. It usually takes two to five wads before it goes down. I was thinking after we finish this you'd go for another round." "Guess I don't have much choice." He smiled and took another hit. We no more than finished the joint when he looked at me and said "It's time to eat some more dick. Crawl up here between my legs and get busy with it." As I worked his pole into the back part my mouth Steve ran his hands through my hair, and occasionally would grab my head to work my face up and down his pole at the speed he wanted. After about a half an hour he pulled me off his cock and got off the bed. "Dude, let's try something else. Strip and stretch out on the bed." I was a little shocked, thinking maybe we were going to get each other off. I lay back on the bed on my back. "No, Dude. I want you on your belly. I'm going to cornhole you." I gave him a puzzled look, not knowing what he was talking about. "I'm going to butt fuck you. Roll over." I rolled over on my belly and watched as he went over to his dresser and got a bottle of lotion. He squirted a bit onto his fingertips. He rubbed them into my ass crack and pushed a finger into my ass a few times. I had fingered myself a few times before when jacking off. That much was ok. Then he squirted more into his hand and worked it up and down his fuck pole saying "Dude this is going to feel so good." He went behind me and moved my legs apart enough to climb between them. I felt him crawl on the bed, his ankles over my calves. "Put your arms down along your sides." Steve laid his body over mine. His chest felt nice against my back. His left arm was tight to mine and I felt him reach between us with his right to aim his cock into my ass crack. Once he had it lined up with my pucker his arm returned to my side. I felt as though he totally owned me. "Okay, Dude. You ready? Just relax." With that his arms tighten to my sides and he thrust his full pole straight in my ass. I was surprised how easily Steve's dick slid into my ass. I then realized that my ass was twitching and was glad that Steve was fucking me. I thought to myslef “Wow I must be gay!” As I lay there he slowly started to rock his hips just a bit. He felt my hole relaxing more and he moaned in my ear. "MMMM Fuck your hole feels SOOO good! Just relax now." With that he raised up on his elbows and began sliding his cock out and back into my ass nice and slow. It felt so good to me I couldn't help but moan. I could feel my hole pull out as his cock slid out, then push back in me with his in stroke. "Oh yeah, man you've got one hot ass here" he said as he started pumping harder. His balls started bouncing off mine. After a while he sat back and pulled out. I felt a bit empty without his cock in me. Damn I needed his cock back in me, so when he told me to roll over on my back, I wasted no time getting into position. This was the first time I noticed my cock was hard as hell. "It's feeling good for you too huh?" He reached down and stroked my cock. This much almost brought me off. I moaned as he released my dick. Steve placed my ankles on his shoulders. He trailed a couple stings of spit on to my pucker and rubbed it around with his cock head. The hot sponginess was feeling good now. With the head wedged in my crack, he leaned down over, kind of in a push up position, folding me in half, slid all the way in and started long fucking me, pulling almost out, then slamming his hips into my ass. Steve made sure his belly kept contact with my balls and my cock. In no time I felt my balls draw up and I started one of the strongest orgasms of my life. "Squeeze that ass" he said as he plowed me through my ball dump. "FUCK YEAH, that was great." Then he went into rabbit fuck speed fucking me hard. "Oh, Dude, I'm close. I'm going to cum in your ass.” Then Steve grunted and I felt his dick spasm in my ass. Without any break Steve flipped us over so he was on his back and I was sitting on his cock. He looked me dead in the eye and ordered me to “Start fucking yourself silly on my pole.” I then began to rock back and forth and slide up and down on his dick. While I was fucking myself on his dick I swear I thought I heard someone else in the apartment. It wasn't until I felt a hand on my back that I knew for sure that we were not alone. I looked over my shoulder to see Rick naked, climbing on the bed, his hard cock pointing towards my already invaded hole. Then it hit me: the two guys fucking on the camping trip were Steve and Rick. I had been set up! Rick looked me in the eye and said “You're a fucking slut dude!” With that he buried his pole in my ass right next to Steve's. I was surprised that it slid in so easily. Rick and Steve began to bump and buck against me as they pumped their cocks into me. From behind I could hear Rick breathing heavily as he slammed harder and harder into me. Steve just held still as Rick reached the point where he shot his seed deep in my hole. I was moaning and now begging to be fucked, saying to the studs fucking me “I can't understand why I become so horny from smoking weed.” Steve and Rick smirked and laughed and Steve said “The weed we smoked was laced with Tina.” I was shocked, yet turned on even more. I continued to beg for them to pound my hole. They wasted no time each depositing another load in my hungry and well-used ass. As they pulled out of me I commented “I feel very empty I need to be fucked more.” They both said “We'd love to keep filling you with our dirty seed.” First Rick would fuck me and cum in my ass then Steve took his place and again filled me up. I took at least 5 loads from each guy. When they finished filling my ass we lit another joint as they looked down at me, and said, “Hope you like out little gift?” “You mean showing me how great it is to get fucked?” “No, our gift is the poz cum we filled you with.” I was right that they were the two who fucked on the camping trip, what I didn't know was that Steve got Rick stoned and high on Tina laced joints and fucked him full of poz cum. Now I was Rick's addition to their group. As I toked on the joint I didn't care what they did to me, all I wanted was more cocks and cum in my ass!

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

Ultimate Stealth Being an independent contractor, I have to go where the work is, and I accepted a six month contract to work in Tampa, FL. I hired my partner to be my helper in the work, as I commonly do when I have to work out of town. We are each Poz, and we are nearing the point where we will need to go on meds, as our counts are getting high. But I expect we have about a year of still being potent. I tell you this because we enjoy being gifters, openly or by stealth. We’ve each knocked up about 20 men, and we were talking about how we might get that number higher during the time we were on contract. We decided to create new profiles on all the sex sites we use, new screen names, and to list ourselves as Neg and Safe Sex Only. We found a nice apartment on North Dale Mabry and rented sufficient furniture and made the second bedroom into our playroom, installing the one piece of furniture from home we had to bring with us, our big sling. This has seen years of use, and we are so glad we got the springs that make hard fucking such a pleasure. We also have a big mirror that we mount on top, not the little fish eye mirror some sites offer, but one almost as big as the sling stand itself. If the spotlight we clamp on the side is in the right place, the bottom can watch that cock disappear in his ass just like he was watching porn. So many men tell us that is one of the things they enjoy when we fuck them, after our big thick cocks. I think mine is thicker, but Johnny’s is just a bit longer, with a nice point that seeks out second sphincters so well. I don’t need to tell you how much we love to tag team breed in that sling. Each will fuck till he gets close, then the other takes over, and the fuck seems to go on forever. Plus we like to keep the head of the sling low, so the mouth of the bottom is at cock level. He can just turn his head and keep the next fucker sucked up hard and slick. Now eventually any breeding top will spew in his bottom’s hole, and then the other gets to fuck in his cum and plant his load on top. I love to pop a tight hole open and fuck him till I plant my load, but I also love to slide in on the warm blanket of another man’s cum. Seeing that white ring of cum around my shaft as I fuck is as much a turn-on as that marvelous feel of warm cum as the lube, a warm glove around my shaft as I fuck and breed ass. There is no better fuck lube than another man’s cum. And after I plant my load I always present my cummy cock to the bottom, so he can suck it clean and get to taste the cum of the various men that have given him their loads. I’m sure most of you know the pleasure and excitement of finding a Neg bottom that wants to convert. He will be so excited about it that he’s practically fucking himself on your Poz cock. The first man I ever knocked up was stiff as a poker the whole fuck, and when I told him it was the moment of conversion when he felt my Poz cock spasm in his ass, filling him with my poison seed, his cock exploded and shot cum over his head without him touching it. I’ve done lots of conversion scenes, and they all make me stiff thinking about them. But the ones that make my stiff cock drip are the ones I fucked and bred that didn’t know I was Poz and giving them dirty loads. I think stealth gifters are probably the dirtiest fuckers I know. And the worst ones are the ones that pass themselves off as Neg and Safe. And I guess that makes me a really dirty fucking bastard, ‘cause that’s what I do. So we got moved in and set up and found the local places, but as usual, most of the action came off the net. In order to set it up, we made sure to buy a big box of condoms, something we’ve never had to do before. And we got gloves for fisting, something else we’ve never had to do. But buying them was not nearly as bad as having to use them. But it was necessary to set the scene, so we did it. We had many men over and made sure they were safe as they did for us, and we were very careful to always use rubbers when we fucked them, and gloves for the few that wanted to fist. And after a month, we had a pretty good clientele. We had discussed how we might make the change from safe to raw play, and we decided we would wait and let the bottoms ask first, so we wouldn’t show our hand in the game. And sure enough, after about a month, they began to ask. And we refused, as that was not safe. We wanted to wait until about six weeks before we were to leave to begin playing raw, so that if anyone tested Poz, we would be long gone by that time. And the plan worked perfectly. The bottoms kept asking, can’t we play raw, since we’re all safe, and we used the standard speech, we don’t know where you’ve been or who you’ve played with, and they used the standard speech, only the bottom is at risk, the tops never get it, only bottoms get AIDS fucked up their ass. So slowly, about three months into the game, we began to give in. We would fuck safe with a man for the first loads, and then play raw at the end, when we were mostly out of cum and it was very unlikely that anyone would be infected. But we also began to plan our big party. By this time we had our targets in mind. Besides the single men, there was one Daddy that had a Boy and sometimes would bring some other Boys along. We wanted to nail Daddy, if possible, so if we didn’t get his Boys, he would, as he would often breed them, knowing they didn’t play raw with other men. So six weeks prior to the end of my contract, we set up the party. In our regular play we let them bring up the possibility of making this a bareback party, as we were all safe. And of course we refused at first, finally giving in to them. “OK, if that’s what you want, since we know we are all safe, we will do it bareback.” The week prior we both had to be good and not fuck with each other or anyone else, so our balls would be as full of dirty Poz cum as possible. We set the party for a Saturday night, and invited Daddy and his Boy, and he would bring two other Boys, so we each could have one to start with, and then trade around. And the times we were with Daddy prior to this, we made sure to include him in the rimming, so he was accustomed to us rimming his ass, just to warm him up or while he was fucking. After a while he got to enjoy it, which is what we wanted. When it got to the point that he would offer us his ass for rimming just before he would start to fuck his Boy, we knew we had our man. When the given Saturday arrived, we skipped dinner after a light lunch and took Viagra, so we knew we would stay UP for all the action ahead of us. By the time the men arrived we were both about to bust to breed ass, so after we’d all had a beer and gotten naked, we were very glad when the Boys started to suck the Dads. And we made sure to rim all the Boys well, so that rimming became part of the fuck ritual. I was fortunate to get Daddy’s Boy first; Johnny got one of the others and Daddy got the odd Boy out. I got Daddy’s Boy in the sling and made sure he had his poppers as I ate his ass, and I ate it even longer than normal, so he was begging for my dick. And all that spit made it easy to slide home raw in that cute tight ass. He really was a great Boy for Dad, but all I was thinking about at this point was trying not to spurt too early. I wanted to give him a long hard fuck and wear his ass out good, so the Poz cum I would inject would take. So I started out slow and easy, and then would build it up and really begin to pound his ass, which he loves, and then I would back off and play with his ass lips on the head of my cock, again till he would beg me to fuck him hard. After several times of soft and easy and then hard pounding, I knew I was getting to the point that I couldn’t take it much longer. I looked around and saw Johnny fucking one of the Boys on the bed, and Daddy had another Boy on the opposite side, so the Boys were kissing each other while the Dads had their legs over their shoulders. I think Dad hit the point of no return first and planted his load. “Damn, don’t it feel good to breed a Boy’s ass!” he shouted as he spurted his load. And about that time Johnny let go his dirty load, and he just looked at me and smiled that dirty breeder look while he dumped his poison load in. So it was my turn, and I increased my tempo and fucked that Boy as hard as I’ve ever fucked any man, and felt my dirty cock spew as I gave him the poison load that he will never forget. He was telling me how good it felt to have a man cum in his ass, but he was preaching to the choir; I’ve heard that so many times, and I’ve told every one of them, once you take a load raw, you’ll never want another rubber in your ass, you want cum! We all had to take a break after that, so we sat around drinking beer and smoking till the Boys started sucking dick again. I had told Johnny beforehand that we would each knock up a Boy, and then in the next round, he would knock up the Boy that didn’t get any Poz cum the first time, and I would go after Dad. So Johnny went after the Boy that still needed his Poz load, and Dad went after the one that got Johnny’s load, and that left me with Dad’s Boy again. I was letting him suck me and playing with his ass; he knew I had already had him, so he was biding time till Johnny could have a turn at his ass. But I was aiming for Dad. I got down behind Dad as he was fucking the Boy with the Poz cum in his ass, and began to rim him as he fucked ass. He pulled out a little to give me a better target, as he knew the rimming helped him get stiff to fuck again. And then he resumed fucking, and with the help of the rimming, it wasn’t long before he planted his second load. This time when the Boys went out with Johnny for beer and smoke time, I made sure that Dad stayed back, as I sucked his cock clean and just generally made him feel comfortable on the bed. I had him lie back with his legs over the end of the bed, and finished tongue cleaning up his bush and balls, and then I put his legs on my shoulders and began to rim him again. I knew this would turn him on, and despite having planted two loads in a relatively short time, he was beginning to get stiff again. Funny thing, a man’s tongue in your asshole will do that to you. So I’m slobbering all over his ass and making love to his hole, and he raised his legs off my shoulders to give me better access. I couldn’t have asked for a better path to my target. At the edge of the bed I had put a small container of Crisco, and I was greasing my cock up, and despite having planted a load earlier, the thought of knocking up Daddy had my cock stiff and dripping. So when Daddy was holding his legs up and moving his ass on my tongue, I knew this was my chance. I got up as quickly as I could, and I stuck my greasy cockhead up his ass. The pop of the cockhead parting ass sure got his attention, so I leaned over him to begin kissing him, pressing his legs to his chest, and forcing my cock up his ass. I had greased up well, so I just slid home after popping open that tight hole. He was trying to protest and get me off, but I was telling him how wonderful he was, what a man he was, all the things you say to a man to get in his ass. And I think he was actually enjoying it, as he started kissing me back and stopped resisting as I began to work my cock in till I was balls deep. I imagine Daddy had been fucked before, as just about every gay man has been at some point in his life. He may not like it, but he will accept it. I always say “When you open your body to the root of his manhood, both receive pleasure!” And though I may not enjoy having the shit fucked out of me, I do like to feel a man inside me sometimes. And having the Boys out of the room removed any feel of shame he might have felt if his Boy had been there watching. And after I got going I could tell he was getting into it, even though I bet he would never admit it. But my problem was how excited I was; I knew I couldn’t keep this up much longer, as I was so hot to breed this man with my Poz cum. So our fuck was not long, but I ended it with a very hot and heavy slap-ass breeding that I hoped would do the job. I sure did enjoy watching his face filled with pleasure as I filled his ass with my poison cum. One of the problems with stealth breeding is you get too excited doing it and cum too soon. When I pulled out I felched around his ass to clean up any drips, so that the Boys wouldn’t see he had taken a load, but I didn’t suck any Poz cum out, I wanted it to stay in there and take hold. I suggested we go join the others after a last kiss and thanks for a hot fuck. We went in and found the Boys about to drag Johnny back in for another round, so we let them go play for a while I had a smoke and Dad had a beer. Then after a long enough pause to recharge, we went back in. Johnny was fucking Dad’s Boy in the sling and the other two were fucking each other, but when we came back in they untangled and the one I had not yet fucked sucked me and I got in him while the other did the same to Dad. I think each Boy had two loads by this point, and I had fired so hard and deep that I doubted I had any cum left, but I had a stiff Viagra dick that was loving fucking in the cum in his kid’s ass and I did my best to work it in good and hard, even if I couldn’t add any more but a dribble of demon seed into it. We finally gave up late in the night/early morning, and Dad and the Boys left us to collapse and recuperate. But before they left we made plans for a going away party the last Saturday we were to be there. And what a party that was. Dad came back with the two Boys, and we invited all the men we had been fucking raw, and they all came except one that had the flu (we hoped it was the Poz fuck flu). Johnny and I held off the week prior, again so that our balls were full, and we tried to nail the ones we were not sure of. There were a couple of guys with the sniffles, so we were getting out of town just in time. After we left as many men as possible dripping our poison cum, we packed up the sling and stole away in the night, deleting our profiles and our screen names and changing our email addresses and profiles back to what they had been before: Poz breeders, dirty raw fuckers, only plant our loads, no condoms allowed! And if you’re interested in converting, talk to us! Jerry Prince 11/9/12

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…

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

I posted a advertisement on Craigslist looking for a tall guy who loves to fuck small guys. This gay, M, replied, saying he wanted to own me. He came to my place. He had a big football player body, was 6' 2" in height, had a wide back, strong arms, strong legs, big wide feel, big hands. Once threw the door we started to smoke pot and talk. After about 30 minutes, we started kissing. He took his shirt off so I explored his hairy chest and hairy stomach. He helped me out of my clothing and took me in his arms, leading me into the bedroom where I licked his chest, belly bottom, balls, and feet. He definitely enjoyed the attention, so I moved onto sucking his cock, at the same time lubing my ass. Then I climbed to his cock, took a hit of poppers and sat on his raw cock. He also took a hit of poppers and he took control of my body, raising me up and controlling my decent, penetrating me deeply. At one point he was so energetic we were actually bouncing on the bed. Then he put me into a missionary position, and, after we both had another hit of poppers, he fucked me hard and deep. I was in glory. I feel his big body on top of me, dominating and owning me. I felt we were becoming one. Then he announced "I am going to cum in you." I was in ecstasy and exclaimed "Do it!" He grunted in pleasure as he shot a big load into my ass. Afterwards he lay down so I lay my head on his chest and we both rested a little. Eventually we did more 420 and he bred me four more times, leaving the next day. I didn't push out his cum, but instead absorbed his DNA through my ass walls.

;) :Dcumhole: no apology needed and didn't take it as snarky. Just wanted to make sure you understood this was only fiction as it seems too many think these stories are completely real. thanks for like stories.

There is never a shortage of bottoms. I wish there was more tops in the world than bottoms.

As a bottom when going out for a night of fun at the baths I dress not only to satisfy my personal fetishes but also to attract guys with similar interests. Dress in whatever gear turns you on and see how what happens. If it doesn't work out you can always observe what the guys getting the most attention are wearing and make adjustments. Personally, my major fetishes are jockstraps, jeans, and feet. I usually wear a jockstrap, jeans with the ass cut out, a t-shirt, and go barefoot or wear flip flops and have never had a problem getting some attention. Because I'm also into watersports I usually end up pissing my jeans at least once while I'm there (love to let loose while I'm getting fucked raw and loaded). Once my jeans are piss soaked I always end up attracting other guys into piss play and have a great time getting fucked, pissing myself, and getting pissed on.

That's my dream situation. I really don't know where to go to find a totally dark room like that. I would take cock after cock(and load).

I got fucked by 9 guys and took 8 loads at the bathhouse in Detroit on Friday night. I'm a total cumdump, and I get on all 4's in my room for guys to breed me. I never turn down a load. I'm open to all when I'm at a bathhouse. I have a hot muscle body, and I feel it is my obligation as a cumdump to provide pleasure to all men, not just the hot ones. Some of the best dick is from average or less than average looking guys anyway. I wanted much more, but my time was up. My record is 15 loads in one 6 hour period. I'm hoping to hit 20 loads soon.

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.

I love to show off and the best way to get other tops attention is let them see you being a cumwhore and taking loads up your ass. Won't be long before a line forms even if you're not the other top's "ideal" fuck. BB tops are just looking for a warm hole to cum inside and nothing gets their attention better than showing them your hole is available for use.

Another great chapter...I like that he's thinking it through, even if the conclusion is inevitable, I suppose. Not a step to be taken lightly.

I love Craigslist! It supplies me with an abundance of daily loads. Yesterday I posted my daily offers of raw butthole and head. I received 20 offers but only took 8 generous loads, the last of which was the best. The top was married and sported a musty ten inch, thick, solid Caribbean dick. He rushed through my door, pulled-off his clothing and jumped on my fuck bed, his dick standing high and thick. Although his dick was amazing, it was difficult to take down my throat, but he was welcome to try my hole, and went down easily, producing a wonderful quantity of cum. He enjoyed it so much he asked me to be a regular daily dump spot while his wife is pregnant. My nut count from yesterday was only eight. I need to play catch-up this morning. I'll need some help, so come help me be a successful daily cum dump in the dmv area. No load refused!

Agree, top needs to keep it interesting, but short suck and swallows are cool especially if there's other guys looking to get sucked off. I like sucking longtime if the top is maybe slapping my face occasionally, pulling my hair, sits back and lets me do it all then suddenly grabs my head and fucks my throat, maybe dribble a little piss out for me to taste as I keep sucking, etc. Keep changing it up and I can keep going.

cum geek has some great suggestions for those guys who like long sessions. Frankly, after about 15-20 mins I get kind of bored if all the work is up to me. Now I've got my good looking married guy with the big really hard cock that is so responsive. When I get bored or my mind starts to wander, I can just glance up and his body, cock etc get me all excited again. This is a guy I can't strip with. He wants nothing to do or see with a guys junk. Finally he's ok with me taking off my shirt so it's not all covered in spit and precum. Back to the point, guys that want long sessions need to help keep it interesting. Last week I though I had found another repeat dom cock. Nice 7 thick uc. He just layed there and at one point I thought he had gone to sleep. When I let up he opens his eyes, pushes my head back down and we were good for another 15 mins. Hey guys, it's cool you're going into the zone, but let us deep throat cock suckers know you're still with us

PART 2: The BBC loads the Boss man and one of his crew shot up my ass as they got their gutta swag on were still fresh when I texted one of my DL fuck buddies and told him my hole was wett, nutted, and eager. I laughed as I set the phone down and looked at myself in the mirror - crusty cum streaks were blasted all over my head from the other two crew members who gave me a facial. I decided to leave their dried nutt on me and show my fuck buddy what a nasty boy I had been that morning. He loves it when my hole is freshly fucked and open, so he was going to go wild when he saw this. Thirty minutes and 10-inches later, I had another load planted in me. It didn’t take my buddy long to shoot as I told him the story of the Boss and his crew while he dicked me down. Once he left I showered, cleaned up the house a bit, jacked off and took a nap. It wasn’t a good nap though as my ass ached for more dick. Time to get out of the house and try to take my mind off the thug BBCs. No luck. I walked west, past the Wharf - a new $2 billion development along the river - followed the spur jag towards 14th Street and as I got to the railroad trestle noticed one of the guys in uniform from the business improvement district - someone who was part of the Boss’ crew. He was banging a hoe at a clump of weeds that were invading the sidewalk but he saw me out of the corner of his eye, paused, turned, rested his gloved hands on the the top of his tool and watched as I now slowly walked towards him. Was he one of the crew who nutted me/on me in the dark of the shipping container? I didn’t think as this guy seemed taller, and much bigger than the others. His gloved hands twitched as I got closer, he slowly took them off exposing his large, strong hands. He fumbled around in his pockets, pulled out a crumpled Newports box, a lighter, and inhaled a stream of hot 420 smoke. I closed my eyes and SNIFFED - fuck I love that smell. I was only a couple steps away from him when he gave me a hard look, smiled, reached down with his left hand and slowly slid it up and down the long mound forming on his left leg and said, “Grab that trash bag there for me,” and turned and stepped off the sidewalk. I bent down, not really thinking anything could or would happen out here, I mean we were on the street for fuck’s sake. Yet as I followed him the 15 feet or so towards the back wall of the train trestle/bridge, the crew man turned sideways and stepped towards his left and vanished behind the thicket of vines and branches that were fighting to take over this little corner of DC. I cautiously approached the opening, looked back and forth just to make sure there was no one on the sidewalk and felt a quick thrill as I eyed the cars speeding by on the main section of road just beyond the next bridge casement piling. I turned to the side, slid through the gap in the overgrowth, the stone of the bridge wall surprisingly cool at my back, and entered into a hidden sanctuary - a temple of lust, abuse, vice, and mayhem as testified to by the scattered needles, condoms, beer cans, cigarette butts and 420 remnants. I declined the offer of a hit when the crewman held out his smoke, and as he exhaled he said, “Careful where you step - you don’t want to run into any big black grass snakes now do you?” I took a step back and started scanning the ground frantically. I hate snakes! The guy started choking as he laughed, wasting his last hit as smoke poured out his nose and mouth, “Fuck man,” he finally got out, “You a trip.” He then unzipped his pants, let them drop to the ground, pointed at his hard dick that was was bouncing happily now that it was set free, and said, “THIS HERE’S A KENTUCKY BLACK SNAKE, BIG COUNTRY MOTHER FUCKA, DON’T BE SCARED NOW, GO ON, KISS IT, SNUGGLE UP TO IT WITH THAT MOUTH, IT WON’T BITE - YET!” I kicked at the detritus and debris littering the ground, cleared a small spot on the dry, caked earth, knelt before the BBC, and as I tasted the salty tanginess of his uncut, unwashed, cheesy dick, he sighed, put his left hand on the back of my head, and said, “HMM, YEAH THAT’S IT, OPEN THAT MOUTH, THEY SAID YOU GAVE GOOD NECK. I WANNA SEE YOU SWALLOW THAT FOOT LONG WHOLE YOU HEAR ME?” I paused, his spit covered shaft slipped from between my thirsty lips, I looked up at him and twitched in excitement as I took in the monster cock, his dark skinned torso, and saw the look in his eyes that told me I was going to get fucked. “THAT’S RIGHT,” he continued, “I KNEW YOU WAS THAT RAW DAWGING GUTTA SLUT THE MOMENT I SAW YOU COMING DOWN THE SIDEWALK AND I SAID TO MYSELF, HELL YEAH, THANK YOU JESUS, AS I BEEN RIPPIN AND RUNNING STRAIGHT THE PAST THREE DAYS AND HERE COMES JUST WHAT I NEED.” I just shrugged, adjusted my position, and returned to slurping on his ripe, dirty dick. “Hey Mr. you back here? I see your bag and shit. Hey Mr. I got to…..” The BBC crewman I was sucking held my head in place on his dick and I could not turn to see who’s voice that was and grunted in frustration - not at being held on his dick, but at the fucking interruption. Jesus! The BBC started jabbing at my mouth, silently demanding I continue, as the voice behind me said, “Oh whoa, hey Mr. I...you I… just...me and Scruff here…” I gasped for air as the crewman let my head go and stepped away, his pulsing black dick glistening with my spit. I turned and glared at the interloper when I saw it was not another BBC from the crew, but a real tall, homeless looking white guy - beard, scraggly hair, total hipster type, like 20 or so. I had seen him around before begging for cash by the Metro station and had even given him a few bucks - well the money was more for his dog, this cute mutt that he had on a leash and who even now was settling against the cool stone wall for relief. Looked like someone had gone a few rounds on the hipster’s face since I saw him last. He was bruised and cut up and it wasn’t from falling down. “Look Speedy,” the BBC crewman said, “I’m a little busy right now - well I’m about time to be, so I don’t have time to chat today. I left a bag over there with some granola bars and shit in it for you - you got what you owe me? Looking to re-up?” Speedy mumbled, fished into his pockets and started pulling out crumpled handfuls of bills. He dropped more than he held as his hands shook. He scooped up the wayward cash, along with some leaves and trash, and stepped over and handed it to the BBC, who with his pants still down, counted out the cash, handed a few bills back, then reached down into his pants pocket and pulled out a white round gumball looking thing inside a plastic baggy. “Here you go Speedy,” he said as he handed it to him, “And you know where to find me tomorrow if you trying to connect for some more stash. So, before you go get wasted, you want to get up in some good ass? Its been tried and tested and the homies said that pussy took it like a pro, he won’t mind, will you?” With that the BBC cuffed me on the head and laughed. I turned and Speedy was already fumbling with his pants, I looked up and the crewman nodded his head, making it clear he wanted me to let the hipster homeless dude nutt in me. I stood up, dropped my pants, the BBC crewman sat down on an overturned, white bucket like you find on a construction site, Speedy walked up behind me, spit on his little dick, and started jabbing at where he thought my hole was. He was like 6-inches off, which was about the size of his dick too. The crewman laughed as he watched this mismatched set up, then hit his smoke, and when he opened his eyes Speedy was still trying to find my hole. Frustrated I bent over further and said, “Hang the fuck on a second, let me guide you in,” and with a few more jabs, a grunt, and a flinch on my part, Speedy’s little white dick was poking at my outer ring. “YOU A FUCKIN LITTLE SEED DEMON AIN’T YOU SPEEDY,” the crewman said, “COME ON NOW. NUTT IN THAT HOLE. I KNOW YOU AIN’T FUCKED NOTHING BUT THAT MUTT OF YOURS IN FOR FUCKING EVER - YEAH I SAW YOU YOU TWISTED FUCK - BUT HEY, NO JUDGMENT HERE RIGHT? SEE? I FOUND YOU SOME REAL PUSSY ASS TO NUTT IN. COME ON NOW. BLOW THAT WHITE LOAD UP THERE.” I thought Speedy was going to have a heart attack the way he was breathing hard and digging at me with his boney fingers like he was trying to grab on for dear life. He then made this high pierced gasping sound and I thought for sure the fucker had died inside me, but he rutted my ass once, twice, paused, shook, shook some more with a total body fit, then collapsed against me - apparently that was how hipsters came. Speedy slipped off me, stood back, I looked down and sighed as my dick had not even gotten hard from that. The crewman laughed, stood up, tossed his now finished blunt on the ground and waved his hand, “Go on now Speedy, get your mutt and get a move on.” The hipster mumbled, grabbed his dog who moaned at having to move, and they stumbled out through the brush and I was alone again with the BBC. He stroked his dick to full length as he gave me a smile of pure evil and warned, “MY SNAKE IS GOING TO BITE YOU NOW YOU UNDERSTAND ME? I’M SURPRISED SPEEDY COULD GET THAT DOLL DICK OF HIS HARD WITH ALL THE SHIT HE SHOOTS UP, BUT YOU JUST BETTER HOPE FOR YOUR SAKE HE SLICKED IT UP FOR ME.” I bent over, anxious to feel that long, black snake slither through my grass, but yelped when the crewman’s strong hand clamped down on the back of my neck in a vice grip, he pushed me and forward and I grunted as the breath was knocked out of me as he slammed me face down into the trash and shit on the ground. Just as he released me enough so I could take a big breath, he dropped his body onto me, slamming me back into the ground and driving his big raw dick right up my hole. I cried out in pain and he just laughed and I knew that for him, right then, I was nothing more than another piece of trash scattered on the ground. The whole scene was fucking hot - from the sound of cars zooming by several yards away, knowing I was being fucked bareback by a rough thug, to being taken under the bridge - a spot I had walked past numerous times on the way to work never thinking that someday I would be gutted in the bushes there. “YEAH FEEL THAT FUCKING SNAKE BITE! SHIT HURTS RIGHT? YEAH WHIMPER FOR ME - LET ME KNOW THAT SHIT HURTS - THAT’S WHAT I WANT TO HEAR - YOU EVER HAD 11-INCHES BEFORE? NOT LIKE THIS YOU AIN’T - NOT LIKE THIS I CAN TELL YOU. RAPE YOU LIKE YOU WAS MY PRISON BITCH - RAPE THAT CHEM NUTT INTO THOSE GUTTS - YEAH DIRTY COCK-HUNGRY PRISON BITCH - FUCKING HELL WE’S GOING TO HAVE SOME FUN. COME ON NOW - YOU READY? FUCK MY NUTT! FUCK MY NUTT! AW SHIT - YEAH - AWWW SHIIIIIT - FUCK MY NUTT - AWW!!!” The crewman continued to ride my ass hard as his snake spit its venom deep up my raw ass. Brutal nasty fucker! When his balls were empty, he laid on top of me, breathing hard, then turned his head, kissed me gently on the neck and sighed as his dick slid out and he stood up. He had a big smile on his face when I stood and without asking permission I turned back around, reached behind me and grabbed his semi-hard black snake, lifted my hips up a little, and slid it back into my hole. “Push that cum in deeper,” I begged. He banged me a few times, sighed, pulled out, shook his head and said, “Fuck you’re a freak. Yeah we are going to have a fucking good time.” I must have had a pathetic look on my face because he spun me back around and grunted as he slid his dick back up my ass. “HOW DOES THAT SEX OFFENDER NUTT FEEL?” he asked. When I moaned in pleasure as he stroked my inner walls he continued, “EVERYONE NEEDS SOMEONE WHO CAN HANDLE THEIR DARK SIDE. CAN YOU HANDLE A NICCA’S DARK SIDE?” As I continued to moan yes and begged for him to poison my ass again, he told me his dark, taboo, and perverted fantasy and I played along, giving him what he needed, and he gave me what I deserved - another hot load deeper than the first. His pants were back up, he was hitting a fresh joint and sitting on the bucket as I knelt beside him. He kissed the top of my head, rubbed my neck, smiled when I looked at him, then asked, “Are you sure?” I nodded and he repeated that, “We like breakin backs - no limits - I’d enjoy just using you one-on-one if that’s all you can take. That’s some good ass, but fuck - if you serious, I can make sure you get more black dick and rowdy nicca nutt than you could ever handle. So one last time, you sure? If you say yes, there ain’t no going back with these fuckers, there’s rules, and risk, but you’ll love the reward.” Having convinced him, I rested my head against his strong shoulder as he kicked his right leg out, dug his cell phone from his front pocket, held the joint between his lips and texted someone. When I asked questions all he would say is, “No, it’s not the Boss.” His phone chimed, he looked at the screen, laughed, then said, “Fuck - no going back now - see - this nicca’s already thinking of what ways he can make that ass black and blue.” I flinched a little at the thought. To reassure, me the BBC crewman pulled me towards him, leaned down, and kissed me - gently at first, then with more passion, force, and desire. A door slammed, we paused, disentangled our tongues and stood up. A hulking, dark shadow blocked out the speckled light as it moved down the sidewalk, then to the side, and then squeezed through the opening at the back. “Fuck Denton, told you before this hidey-hole of yours ain’t made for a fucka my size,” the man said as he came fully into view. I thought the BBC crewman who had just used me was big; this new guy was massive - like a black, T-Rex - a Thug-Rex, and my hole squeezed a little tighter. Denton laughed, walked over, they grabbed each other’s arms then did the ‘one shoulder’ in and out hug before Denton leaned in, whispered something as he moved his hands, and then got pushed out of the way as the Thug-Rex stomped over to me and showed me how small I really was. I’m not sure what I expected but it was not him introducing himself like this was a fucking job interview as he held out his right hand and said, “Hi, my name’s Kavion. Pleasure to meet you, and you can just call me Kav.” Like Denton, he appeared maybe 5-10 years older than me, but unlike Denton who was pretty clean cut, Kav had long braids, thick full beard, and when he smiled it’s clear he had seen a few fights or something due to the gaps in his teeth and the ones he had were blinged out. I shook his hand, he crushed mine, I winced, he laughed, then before I could react he had spun me around, wrapped an arm that was as big as my leg around my neck and squeezed as his left hand yanked hard, pulling my pants down. Kav shifted until my neck was locked in the V of his arm and as he fumbled behind me, his arm muscles tightened, constricting my airway and I started to panick. I grabbed at his arms, which was like trying to unwind a python from a lamb, and then Denton was in front of me, his eyes alight with taboo desire as he whispered, “That’s it - fight him - Kav likes it when they try to run, don’t you Kav?” I opened my mouth to say something - or cry out - or fuck I don’t know what when Kav’s arm tightened a little more and then a white hot pain lanced my body like a bazooka grenade had just gone off inside me. My eyes went wide, my nostrils flared, my body stiffened in shock as Denton laughed, stroked my forehead and said, “YEAH, KAV JUST MUST HAVE PUSHED HIS 12-INCHER INSIDE THAT ASS. FUCKING HELL I LOVE THAT LOOK - THAT LOOK OF PURE FEAR - DO IT AGAIN BRO - PULL OUT AND PUSH BACK IN.” The big man obeyed and my body convulsed. The black Thug-Rex dick pummeled my nutt filled guts then just as quickly as it started, he stopped, relaxed his arm, let me gulp some air, then as I shoved off his hard rod, Denton caught me, held me up, hugged me a little, smiled, chuckled, and said, “That was hot shit.” My mind yelled NO, but my body was eager for more. Denton then grabbed my head between his hands and started kissing me hard. As he did, Kav latched onto my left arm, twisted it out and away from my body and I felt a sharp sting followed by a wicked burning sensation as he injected me with something. I immediately panicked, but they held me tight and within no more than 5-seconds the panic just faded away to nothing and I felt warm, content, awake, but relaxed, and horny as mother fucking hell! They laughed as when they let me go I reached out for both their dicks. Denton gave me one last kiss and said, “My break’s over. Kav’s going to give you a ride home and hang out with you at your place. He’s done for the day - well done working anyways - he’s just getting started on you. Like I warned you, once you start there ain’t no going going back.” My mind was a little fuddled as Denton walked away and slipped out by the back wall and disappeared. Kav shook me, “Come on. Let’s get your pants up, get you to your house. I know you live in the area, so you got your keys? What’s your address? Good - that’s good. Fuck, look what you done? You got me raging hard - just raging - well that’s OK since I plan to shred that pussy up when we get to your place. Yeah that’s right, we’re going to your place. Huh? What’d I give you? I gave you some good black dick that’s what I gave you. Now come on.” Kav guided me to his truck, buckled me in like I was a toddler, walked around the front, the truck settled as he climbed in and we headed towards my house. He reached over, his huge right hand stroking my inner thigh - I moaned and spread my legs wishing he were fucking me again. “Don’t you worry now,” he said as if reading my mind, “I’ll be stretching and banging that pussy out in no time at all. You know how many times I can shoot? At least 4 or 5 no problem.” His voice was all I could hear - his body was all I could see - his musk was all I could smell - the ache in my ass was all I could feel as we drove and he told me, “I guess Denton told you about the group right? There are some good guys on the crew - they’re all good - but well, some of them don’t need to know what they don’t need to know - you understand me? We’re sort of a group within a group - Denton, me, one of the youngins who nutted on your face this morning - hell yeah I know all about that - several others too. When there is a fresh slut option around fucking word spreads. You see me and the guys, we all been rolled up but not just for criminal shit - we’re all offenders - registered - you know sex offenders. Usually we find some crack smoking-rock star-street-whore we can get crazy with, but you close enough and you know what? You ain’t calling the cops or saying shit to no one and we’re going to give you them kids to babysit as we turn that boy ass into our private gurl pussy. You scared? You should be.” I made a dismissive sound, puffed out my chest, and bragged about how I knew dudes who had been in jail, thugs, drug dealers, what have you. Kav laughed dismissively like I was a child who just found out a stove was fucking hot when my mother yelled, “Don’t touch that!” and I ignored her. Once we got inside my condo, Kav immediately stripped, scratched his hairy balls, had me tongue bath them, let me sniff his dick, then ordered me to make him a drink and roll him a joint while he looked around and started opening drawers and closets and cabinets and scoping out whatever shit I owned. When I told him I didn’t know how to roll a joint, he punished me a little, said, “That’s a basic bitch skill and one you best get good at real fast,” before showing me how. He was surprisingly a patient teacher. I went to the bathroom to piss and when I came back out, Kav had just hit PLAY on the DVR and then guided me over to the table. There was an assortment of pills, needles, drug shit laid out and Kav ordered, “Pick your poison.” I frankly didn’t know what most of the shit was, so Kav stood behind me, his hard dick pressed against my back as he reached around me, pointing to various things telling me what it was and how it would fuck me up. In the end, Kav decided I need to learn how to smoke 420. As we hit the first joint, Kav had me strip and took his time ordering me into different positions so he could see my hole before he would reach out and smack my ass hard. The weed had kicked in, Kav put me in a neck lock again, ripped my hole open, then with me impaled on his dick he settled himself into the chair by my computer, reached around me and began typing. A few clicks, and there was a picture of Kav on the screen - I focused my eyes, read what it said, and then shook in fear. Kav neck locked me again, shifted his hips back and forth pushing his black rod a bit deeper and said, “I told you and what they caught me for ain’t nothing compared to my twisted needs, which you WILL satisfy.” A few more keystrokes on the DC Sex Offenders Registry http://sexoffender.dc.gov/ and another face popped up on the screen - Denton - the dude who fucked me under the train bridge. Christ! Look at what he got charged with! I shivered some more, Kav laughed, and each offender profile he pulled up seemed to get worse and worse, and the more my body quaked the more his big black dick bounced in excitement in my guts like it could smell my fear. What had I gotten myself into?

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

I went to club dallas sunday night and played with 3 guys, all with the room door open. We had quite a lot of faces in the doorway. Guys were silently rubbing and a few were more encouraging. I fucked and got fucked and sucked butt - and through it all, a part of the enjoyed I got was being watched. I loved guys getting hot seeing me take cum bare or shoot my cum in another guy's butt. Just added to my own enjoyment.

Part 5 ............................... “Ladies and Gentleman. I think we can all agree, that was fucking awesome and clearly the boys are very happy to have received such rave reviews from you” He said grinning as he looked at the four cum and piss covered boys lying kissing each other and licking up the residue off each other and around them. “You’ll be pleased to know that our young sluts here aren’t finished yet and they will now be strapped to the fuck tables and will all be happy to receive more deposits, although we’d especially like those of you who are positive…. and we know who you are” he grinned at the grinning crowd before him, “To step up and make sure Chris, Sam and Ben’s conversion is thorough” to cheers and wild applause. All four boys looked up at the mention of their names and when realising they were to be abused by the crowd looked around with some apprehension. As the four boys were led to the sturdy tables around the edge of the room they were bent over and secured in position to receive their abuse; Julian continued to address the crowd. “Now we have a special treat for you all. My very good friends Donald Campbell, CEO of BoyToys and his investment partner Jason Anders are very happy to put on a little show of their own,” he said, pausing for the short round of applause. “Both Don and Jason are HIV positive and right now, dangerously so," he explained, smiling broadly at the wave of knowing laughter that returned to him. “Also here this evening is Jason’s nephew, Ethan, who just over a week ago came out to Jason and asked that he breed him." There was much chatter at this point. “Ethan has taken many positive loads from all of us this week,” he continued, “but tonight Jason and Ethan will fuck for your pleasure as his conversion continues.” Further applause followed as Ethan and I walked forward completely naked. “And finally our friend Don, please come forward,” Julian asked. Don walked through the crowd, also stunningly naked and into the spot lights near the bed and stood by Julian to enthusiastic applause, “Also here this evening is Don’s son, Jermaine, who recently found out he was HIV positive. Jermaine please come forward,” Julian asked. Jermaine also walked forward and into the light and stood on the other side of Julian looking slightly confused, but stunning in the lights glare. “Jermaine, your father has something he’d like to say to you,” Julian explained, leaving the father and son alone in the center of attention. The room fell totally silent as Don’s deep gravelly voice boomed, “Jermaine” he started, “I know you were confused and unhappy that night,” he started, looking at his son who stared back. “I’m sorry I pushed you..." stumbling a bit on his words, “I’m sorry you think I pushed you away” he said, correcting himself. Jermaine continued to stare at his father. “Jermaine I know I’m positive and I’m not one to judge but I was disappointed you were diagnosed positive so young. I’m sorry, I should have been there for you, son. I love you so much,” he finally managed to say, but his voice broke in the process. Jermaine continued to stare at his father before tears started to well and he stepped forward to embrace his father. The room immediately applauded and it was like a weight lifted. As Don embraced his son, Ethan wrapped his arm around me to hug me too. Don held his son and turning to face him he held his head in his huge hands and then they were kissing, long and passionately. “Oh fuck” Ethan whispered to me, “that’s so hot.” I mentally agreed, and apparently the audience also did, as every where I could see cocks began to swell anew. Don and Jermaine’s kiss intensified as they now openly explored each other's body. Not to be left out, Ethan and I were also kissing now, and I had latched onto on my nephew's beautifully succulent buttocks, which I caressed lustfully. I lifted him up and he wrapped his legs around my waist as we continued to kiss hard. After a long embrace, Jermaine dropped to his knees and, holding his father’s enormous erection, began to suck on the cock that had created him. It was quite a sight and clearly the audience was very much enjoying the incest scene unfolding before them. I’d now lifted Ethan backwards onto the still piss-covered bed and throwing him back, his cunt was exposed and so I knelt down to stick my tongue deep inside him. Ethan lay back, moaning as I invaded his hole. Jermaine was now doing a very good job sucking on Don as I knew only too well how hard it was to take him down my throat. Don held his son’s head and began to face fuck him, pushing deeper into his mouth each time and not actually caring as his son gagged. I loved that aspect of Don: once he was in the zone he was like a total fuck machine and clearly didn’t even care if it was his son he was damaging. I now had three fingers inside Ethan’s cunt, finger-fucking him and sucking hard on his cock while biting down on his balls intermittently. Ethan continuously squirmed, even as he pushed down on my head and asking for more, like the dirty cunt he was. The bed suddenly bounced as I realised Don’s huge frame had fallen backwards on to it with his son still clamped to his father’s monster cock. It wasn’t long though before he pulled Jermaine up to him with his massive arms and they continued to kiss again, all the time Don worked his fingers into his son. My cock was now leaking copious amounts of precum and I needed to fuck my nephew, so pulling up, I aimed my dick at his well lubed, stretched cunt and rammed straight in. Ethan actually screamed and the audience applauded as I started fucking him hard without letting him catch breath, but Ethan the consummate slut, settled quickly and was moaning in pleasure loudly, causing Don and Jermaine to take in the scene. Now it was their turn to be not outdone and Don lifted his not-in-considerably-well-built son up with ease and negotiated his cock to the entrance of his boy’s cunt. Jermaine lifted himself up and holding his Dad’s cock, lowered himself down on to it slowly, but Don couldn’t wait and once he’d split his sphincter with the head of his monster cock he forced upwards, ramming his huge girth deep into his son’s guts. Now it was Jermaine’s turn to scream and to another round of applause. Both boys were now impaled on cocks and were being fucked hard and after some considerable discomfort for Jermaine he settled quickly too. Don was pile-driving him and already their bodies were pouring with sweat. Mean while I pinched down on Ethan’s nipples making them red raw as I fucked hard and deep. It also seemed as if Don and I were competing to see which of us could inflict the most pain on our kin. After ten minutes or so, I pulled out of Ethan and grabbed him, turning him over on to his front and pulling him towards me, pushing my cock in and fucking him again. I also noticed the crowd were so turned on now that there were guys not only wanking but others had moved off to the four restrained boys strapped to the fuck tables and all four had small queues of guys taking it in turns to rape them, although Ben seemed to have the longest queue. Don withdrew from Jermaine, throwing him onto the bed, and then rising to his feet, he pulled his son towards him. Jermaine’s own substantial erection clearly showed how much he was enjoying be raped by his father. When Don was aligned, he once more forced himself inside his son, fucking him missionary. Jermaine spread his legs high and wide to allow good access. Jermaine and Ethan were on opposite sides of the bed but their heads were level and so started kissing while Don and I fucked them. The audience was clearly enjoying the scene of debauchery, as groans and grunts abounded, and every so often a few sprays of cum spurted on one or another of us as an audience member dumped his load on us. I guess it was testament to our staying power but I wasn’t ready yet and my experience of Don meant I knew he wouldn’t be either. The atmosphere was such a turn on and I began to revel in the heat of the spotlights while bodies emerged into the light to jack off on us and then retreat back into the darkness. Jermaine had been wanking his cock and soon we heard the tell-tale sounds of orgasm as he began to ejaculate amidst loud grunts and heavy breathing. His father also was now literally dripping sweat was equally close, and not to be out done, my balls were also beginning to tingle so I knew I was getting close. Looking up I caught Don’s eye and silently mouthed, “in his mouth.” Don understood, and gave me a quick smile and nod in agreement. Feeling my orgasm building I pulled out and forced Ethan round pushing him on to his back so his head was now directly under my cock. He eagerly opened his mouth while I beat off the last few strokes. Don also pulled out and forced his kid round so Jermaine’s open mouth was directly underneath his Father’s cock. Don and I came within moments of each other, depositing our loads or in the case of Don, oceans of cum into the open and willing mouths of our boys. Applause broke out around us as the boys played with their food on their lips. “Share with Ethan” Don commanded of his son, through heavy breathing. He didn’t need asking twice and both boys were in each-other’s arms in moments kissing and sharing the cum between them while Don and I watched proudly. I put my arm around Don's shoulder and we could hear grunting and groaning in four directions as the other boys continued being bred by cock after cock but looking down at my dirty nephew and Don’s equally slutty son, tonight had been much more than good. It had been fucking amazing. To be continued............................

I can't wait for Part 5. So well written, great characters and a brilliant storyline. I wish my postman was a 20-something hung poz God.

Funnily enough I have a cute nephew but he's an arrogant cunt!

When I'm fucked up, I'm barely coherent. When I'm not, "seed my hole" " give me your sperm" or something like that. I perv talk constantly.

Gotta agree with you samshadowxxx as long as I am gettin fucked n loaded me tops can call it whatever they like (_0_)

agree with Mikey spread my legs spit on my hole and ram it in i just wanna make a guy happy and give his load a warm place to dump into

Call it what you want...as long as a hard dick is in filling it with cum don't really care.

I never thought I'd be the guy who takes random guys' bare cocks and their cum. I thought I'd be a safe sex, monogamous bottom forever. Not so much. LOL. I met Justin on a4a. I was actually looking for guys to go on dates with and he was a negative top who didn't have anything picked when it came to safe sex/anything goes. He was sexy, 5'10", brown, brown, and had a slim body. He also had a 7.5" fat cock. We chatted on a4a and he seemed pretty cool and smart. We set up a date and met up for dinner and drinks. We really hit it off and we went for another drink after dinner. I was feeling the booze and didn't eat much at dinner, so when we got to talking about sex I told him he could fuck me bareback if he wanted. He said fuck yeah he wanted to fuck me bareback. We left the bar, went to my place and he fucked me bareback and came in my ass. Justin and I didn't work out as boyfriends because he drank and partied too much for me, but we did fuck a lot. He became my first real fuck buddy. He'd come over and I'd ride his cock, he'd fuck me on my back, doggie, bent over a table, every way possible. I liked being on my back the most with Justin because when he fucked me you could see his flat stomach flex it's abs. It was so hot to watch him fuck me. We stopped seeing each other as fuck buddies once he got a boyfriend, but we remained friends. I dated and fucked around, still looking for that elusive hot top boyfriend, and Justin always asked about my sex life when we'd hang out together. He loved hearing about me taking loads from guys I met at bars and online. I told him everything. Justin and his boyfriend lasted about a year. As soon as they broke up, he was over at my place riding my ass and breeding me. We were in bed after a hot fuck and he asked if I had any fantasies. I told him that I wanted to get fucked bareback in public and have the guys around know I was getting fucked bareback. He said "That's hot, especially since you are so preppy and clean cut that most guys would probably be shocked to know what a cum dump you are." We got so turned on that he turned me face down and slid his hard cock inside me again and fucked me. A few weeks later, I ran into Justin at a bar in his neighborhood while I was out with a few guys I knew (but not well). These guys and I had all just been at a mutual friend's party and had some drinks, so we were feeling good. Justin was drunk, but not sloppy yet. As we all hung out and drank the guys were all hitting on me and Justin and buying us drinks. We were having a good time and when the bar closed we decided to go to another, sleazier bar up the street. Justin loves this place. It's pretty big upstairs, three bars and there is a sex room downstairs. I'd only been down there once and only to see what it was like. It's the kind of sex room where you have to take your shirt off to get inside but it's clean and just feels like a sterile bathroom when you are in it. By this time, it's pretty late and since this bar is one of the only ones still open it is getting a decent crowd. Justin and I are making out by this point and his hands are all over my ass and down the back of my pants. The other guys we are with can see all of this and one of them, Rob, said, "I knew you were a bottom. You're so hot. I really want to get my cock in you." "Maybe another time," I replied, explaining "I'm going home with Justin tonight." We all danced and drank a round or two of shots. Justin said, "Let's go downstairs. You rubbing your ass on my cock has me really horny." I hesitated. Justin said, "Come on. We can play out your fantasy." I immediately got hard. I asked if he was sure and he just took my hand and down the stairs we went. I took off my polo and Justin took off his tee shirt at the door to the room. As soon as we got in the room, I opened his jeans and took out his hot cock(no underwear and he was wearing a cock ring). He pushed me against the wall and we made out and I stroked his cock. He pushed me to my knees and I sucked his cock. He loves blowing loads in my mouth, but tonight he was going to fuck me and I needed to get him pretty wet. I was sucking him and we started to get a small group of guys watching us. Some older, some chubbier, some hot; but all watching me suck Justin's hot cock. Justin pulled me up and turned me around. I undid my jeans and slid them off my ass showing off my jock strap. (There are condoms and lube packets all over this bar). Justin opened a lube packet and lubed his cock and my asshole. I heard one of the guys say, "I think they are going to fuck bareback." Justin said, "If he wants to, we can." I reached back and slipped his cock in my ass. I winced and had to get used to it, but I was ready for his fuck pretty quickly. Justin asked if I liked his cock. I moaned that I did. He said, "You like getting fucked bareback don't you?" "Yeah," I replied. Justin repeated his question to me several times, insisting I repeat myself, and expressly say much I liked getting bare cock in my ass. The guys watching us were getting really turned on. I couldn't see them all, but I could see that a few were stoking their cocks and others were starting to make out. Justin fucked me against the wall like that for a while. He stopped and told me to take off my jeans so he could spread my legs more. I was nervous about this but I did it. I was now in my jockstrap and Converse shoes. I leaned back against the wall and spread my legs. Justin slid his cock back in my ass and started pounding my ass. He made me say again that I loved getting fucked bareback. Then Justin said, "I'm going to cum in you bitch." I said, "Please cum in my ass. Don't pull out." He rammed his cock home inside me and groaned filling me up with his cum. I hadn't cum yet and was really horny. Rob, one of the guys we'd been hanging out with all night, came up and said "That was fucking hot. Can I fuck him too?" Justin said, "Sure. I don't own him." Justin slipped his cock out of me, made sure I was cool with it, and stood next to me and kissed me. I made out with Justin as Rob ran his cock over my ass crack. He opened a lube packet and spread the lube on his cock. He said, "Since I know how much you like getting fucked bareback I guess I don't need a condom." "No, you don't," I replied as his cock slipped in my ass. Now, his cock wasn't as thick or long as Justin's but still it felt good, especially as while Rob was fucking me, Justin and another bystander began making out, which made the experience all the more of a turn-on. Rob pushed me over some and pulled my ass out more and started pulling his cock all the way out and slamming it back in. I was loving it and moaning. Rob started speeding up and he said, "You want my cum, don't you?" "Yes," I replied, but like Justin, Rob insisted I repeat my 'yes' several times, so I did, over and over, louder each time, and by the Rob shot his load in my ass I was all but shouting. Then he unceremoniously withdrew. I still hadn't cum, but I was loved getting fucked. I looked around hoping to see Justin but instead saw another guy, probably in his late 40s. He had stepped behind me, and had positioned his cock at my hole. I didn't know him, but that didn't matter. Rather I compulsively I pushed back on his cock and the head popped in. I knew he was in me bareback. He just started fucking me, grunting as he did "You're one fuckin' hot slut - my cock loves your hole." Then he leaned forward, pulled my face to the side, and kissed me, sliding his tongue as deep into my mouth as we could manage. I sucked on his tongue, thinking of it as a very muscular cock as he kept fucking my ass. I found myself moaning into his mouth as he paused and muttered "I'm going to cum." "Blow inside my ass," I replied. Slapping my ass cheeks, he did just that, giving me every drop of his load. A bystander asked if we knew each other, and the top replied as he withdrew from my ass "No, but thanks, slut. That was good." Another guy stepped up and his bare cock slipped inside my ass. He came in me too. Then another cock and another cock. Then I heard a familiar voice. I looked back and it was one of the summer interns from the firm. He said, "Fucking hot ass man. I wanted to fuck you all last summer. Now you're going to take my poz cock." I don't even remember this intern's name, but he slipped his bare poz cock in my cum filled ass and fucked me silly. This guy was really hot and he really knew how to fuck. He must've fucked me for 20 minutes. It was starting to hurt a bit and he reached around and started jerking my cock. He said, "For such a slutty bottom you have a great fat cock." He jerked me and fucked me. Just as he was cumming in my ass, Justin showed up and asked if I was okay. As the intern semi-collapsed on my back, his sweaty chest leaving me soaked, I replied "Yeah, I'm absolutely fine." Justin got on his knees and started giving me head. I blew my load with the intern's cock still inside me. He said, "Holy crap you just totally worked my cock when you came." He asked if I wanted another load from him. I said sure and he fucked me pretty fast and gave me another load. Justin then pulled me off his cock, turned me around and kissed me. "Did you get what you wanted? Was the experience as hot as your fantasy?" Justin asked. "If possible, it was even more so," I replied. Then Justin and I dressed and left, taking the intern in tow, the three of us going back to my place. The three of us fucked all night and most of the next day, eventually passing out in my bed. It was a really hot night. I really am a cumdump now. I love it. The end.

After Adam, it was a while before I barebacked again. I had sex with Aaron again over Christmas, but other than that I really wasn't messing around with guys much. I was working really hard and my firm is the kind where I can work late (past 8pm) and they provide dinner and you get a car to take you home. That seemed so much easier than any other way of working and I needed to keep my billing hours up. Basically, this is why I wasn't fucking around much. One day, I went home at 8pm because I wanted to jack off and then work in my underwear with the tv on. I would feel more relaxed. I also popped on AOL and a4a, no grindr yet, and was chatting with guys while I worked. Both my profiles were very clear, SAFE SEX ONLY. I found this really great guy, John, and he was one of those guys that gets me to open up easily and he was also hot. He was shorter than me, 5'11" and had a baseball player's build - big arms and shoulders and strong legs with a tapered waist and tight stomach (no abs showing like me, but I was just thinner). We had a good time chatting while I worked. I worked like this at night a few nights a week over a period of a few months and I'd regularly chat with John. John was a great guy, living in the suburbs about an hour away, and I was never sure that I'd meet him. I learned that he was kind of slutty, which I liked. He dated a lot of guys, but was never finding someone he really wanted to date long term. His parents and friends were cool with him being gay and he still lived at home, which was a nice suburban house with a hot tub and pool, nice backyard, deck. I told him about Will and Aaron. I told him that I was mostly a bottom, but was working a lot and not doing much with guys. We talked about music, movies, etc. and had a really good time chatting. It was easy. One night we chatted about bareback and safe sex. I admitted that I had fucked bareback with a few guys. He responded by saying that my profile said safe sex only and I said, I really want to use condoms, but I can get carried away. He said, he'd done it with and without condoms. I asked how he made is decision about condom use and he said he could always tell when a bottom was slutty enough to fuck without condoms. I asked how and he said sometimes by how they act or what they say, but usually how they act and what they say when they are naked. He said the key was whether or not the bottom specifically mentioned a condom once they were about to fuck. He asked how I decided and I told him it was usually spur of the moment and I didn't think about it. But, I did say with Will it was an active decision. He said he understood and we chatted about other things after that. Later that week, John invited me to a bbq he was having. His parents would be out of town and he was having a bunch of guys over to hang out, drink, smoke a little, and that I should definitely come. I was nervous about meeting him in person. What if he didn't like me once we met? What if his friends thought I was ugly? What if...What if...etc??? These are all things I thought and never said to John. Instead, I said what do your friends know about me and he said that you are hot, tall, smart, and a good guy. I asked if they knew what I'd told him about getting barebacked. He said, "No way. That is our secret." I told him I'd decide that weekend based on my workload but I really wanted to meet him and he said he hoped I'd come. The Party That Changed Everything I decided to go to the party. I thought it would be great to make some new gay friends since I still didn't really have a "core" group to hang out with regularly. I was also really excited to meet John. I didn't know if we'd date, have sex or just be good friends, but I really wanted one or more of them to happen. I was also nervous because I was worried he wouldn't like me, etc. It was really warm out, so I wore a tight polo shirt and shorts that showed off my ass. I also brought a small trunk bathing suit with the "football pants" ties in the front and a tank top in case we swam. John had also said I could stay over if I was took drunk to drive home. So I brought another shirt too. (I am kind of a clothes fanatic. I like to look good.) I got there and I was really nervous. I waited outside for a minute in my car thinking I would just leave. Instead, I saw some hot guys going in and I decided to get out of my car. I rang the bell and John opened the door. God he was fucking gorgeous.....he looked exactly like I'd always hoped he would - the high school baseball star, but aged 27. He was excited to see me and gave me a huge hug. I was so relieved. He took me out to the deck where guys were chatting and hanging out, swimming, drinking, etc. It was like everyone knew each other. John said they all knew each other from dating, the suburban bars, high school, etc. Every guy was bi or gay. So many hot guys. John could see I was nervous and a bit out of place. He took my hand and said, "You are so hot. I'm so glad you came. Let's get a drink and I'll introduce you to people." We got vodka lemonades, I made mine strong to calm my nerves. He introduced me around and by the time we got back around to the drinks, his two best friends were in the kitchen. He left me with them and I had a couple more drinks with them. Greg and Andy, the best friends, and I decided to go swimming because we were drinking too fast. They already had their suits on and I said I needed to change and Greg said, "Just go naked." We all laughed. I went to the bathroom and slipped out of my clothes and into my suit. I came out and the guys in the kitchen stared. Greg sad, "I could tell you had a great body, but damn John can pick the hotties." I blushed and a few guys said they liked my suit. We went out to swim. It was fun. We laughed and played around and eventually Andy and I were in these floating chairs. Greg or one of the other guys brought us drinks when they refilled. It was an easy day. I was getting a little drunk and the food was ready. We went inside and a few guys were standing around chatting and eating. One of the guys was telling a story about a really slutty hookup of his that he met at the bar last weekend. Brief story, the storyteller who was totally hot - short, tan, ripped body and a good solid face - said he met this dude, they danced, and then went to the parking lot and instead of leaving, the guy let him fuck him right there. The storyteller ended by saying he was such a slut, he begged me to cum inside him. One of the guys said, "Did you?" The storyteller said yes. I was getting a bit hard, but hidden behind the breakfast bar, my increasingly hard cock was hidden from view. John appeared next to me just as the conversation became one of safe versus bareback sex. Most of the guys said they only did safe sex. The storyteller called out one guy he'd fucked bareback and the guy blushed and agreed he had no always used condoms. Greg and Andy and John all said that bareback sex was hot, but they usually did it with condoms. Everyone seemed to look at me at one point and I said, I always use condoms. I was so embarrassed that I'd had to say anything. John put his hand on my ass and squeezed. I looked at him and he winked. After that, the party broke up into groups again. People swimming, drinking, the music got louder. I was hanging out with Greg and Andy and John. Greg got his pipe and we smoked some pot in the back yard while sitting in some awesome patio chairs. I was high and kinda drunk by now. Greg was generous with his stuff. He was really nice. I was now only in my tank top and swimsuit. Greg brought the conversation to tops and bottoms. Greg and Andy were versatile and had fucked each other a few times. John was almost always a top, but had tried bottoming. I admitted I was almost always the one getting fucked. Then Greg, who I guess was the aggressive one of the friends, brought the conversation back around to the bareback discussion. Under some pressure from the guys, I admitted that guys had fucked me bareback. Greg was interested and asked me details. I shared as we smoked some more. John was smiling and said, "I was keeping your secrets, but get you a little drunk and high and you open up so easy." We all laughed. At this point, it was getting dark and the party was breaking up. Some guys had other stuff to do and still another larger group had planned to go out to the bars after John's party and John let them all get changed in his house. It was now down to Greg, Andy, John and myself. John said, "We have a ton of booze left, let's get drunk and everyone can stay over." I agreed. We helped John clean up and hung out on the deck drinking and talking. I was getting cold so John told me to come upstairs and he'd try to find something to fit me (I'm 6'2". He's 5'11". Might be a challenge.) We went upstairs and we quickly found a tee shirt and light jacket, but the pants were an issue. We ran to his brother's room (in Europe for the summer) and he came back with some sweat pants that barely fit me. He said, "Sorry best I can do." I dropped my swimsuit and put on my briefs and the sweatpants. That's when John kissed me. I was really turned on and kissed him back and we made out. After a few minutes John said, "Let's go back downstairs." He put on sweat pants and sweat shirt and we went downstairs. The other guys had jackets or jeans on because they were cold too. We had some more drinks and then Greg says, "Look what I found in my jacket pocket?" It was a little bag of white powder. He asked us if we wanted to do some lines of coke. I admitted that I never had. The other guys said, "Don't worry. We'll take care of you if anything goes wrong." I was nervous but I did the lines with them. I was high as fuck from the booze, pot and now the coke. I was also so horny from being around the hot guys in swimsuits and making out with John a few minutes earlier. I went back inside to make drinks and John came with me. He asked how I was feeling and I told him I was good, but really high and horny. John kissed me again and we went to the living room to make out on the couch. Our clothes came off pretty fast and soon I was straddling his lap in just my underwear. He was just in his sweat pants. I do remember that he didn't put on underwear earlier because I could feel his hard cock pushing on me through the sweat pants. The other guys had come in to get drinks and see if we were alright. They saw us making out and Greg laughed and said, "Alright John!" Andy punched him in the arm and they just watched. I was so high and turned on that didn't care. After a while, my underwear was off and John's cock was out of the sweat pants. He bent me over the couch and started eating my ass. I could see Greg and Andy kissing and they were stroking each other's cocks, but they were really watching John and I. John ate my ass like it was his fucking favorite thing to do. He stayed at it forever. I remember giving him head, but not as much as I remember how he ate my ass. I was pulling my ass cheeks apart as far as they would go. He was definitely inside the outer sphincter penetrating me with his tongue over and over like he was fucking me with it. I was a fucking bitch in heat. He stopped and laid his cock on my ass. I looked back at him and said, "Condom and lube?" He said, "No problem. Be right back." Greg and Andy came over at this point and ran their hands over my ass, but nothing more. They went over and sat on the other couch and took off their pants and kept stroking their hard cocks. John came back and lubed my ass and I lubed his cock and he called his friends "pervs" but didn't tell them to leave and neither did I. He sat on the couch and handed me the condom and I straddled him and we made out some more. At this point his friends were directly behind me about 8 feet and I couldn't care less. I wanted John so badly. As we made out his cock kept rubbing against my ass and on my hole that he had opened up so much. I still had the condom in my hand. He reached down and held his cock to make me moan more as I rubbed my ass on it. I kissed him hard and just started to back my bare ass down on his cock. He looked into my eyes and I just kept sliding down. I winced and halted and he grabbed both my hands. He could feel the unopened condom in the one and squeezed that hand. I slid my ass further down on his cock and said I want this. He moaned and let me start riding his cock. I heard his friends say something, but I didn't care. I was just loving riding John's cock. it was 7" cut and felt good sliding in and out of my bare ass. I didn't care that his friends saw be getting fucked barebacked. John bent me over the back of the couch and started really fucking me. At this point Greg came around and put his cock in my face. I started sucking his Greg's cock. Now I was getting spitroasted by these two guys and John called me a slut and said my ass felt so good. He fucked me for like 10 minutes and I was sucking Greg and licking his balls, but my focus was on John so I'm not sure how much attention Greg's cock was really getting. John said, I'm coming and he blew his load in my ass. He kind of collapsed on top of me and kissed my neck. I stopped sucking Greg and kissed John. John slipped from my ass and I turned over and he stroked me and went to suck me. Greg walked around and picked up my legs and stood in front of me and pulled me forward until his cock was lined up with my ass. I saw the condom on the couch between John and I and he saw me look at it and said, "No way am I using that after I saw you take him bareback." He then slipped inside my ass. Greg didn't last long and he came fairly quickly, but his cock was thicker. John then fucked me again and came inside me. Andy came by jerking off on the other couch watching us. I came as John was fucking me the second time. Greg and Andy fell asleep on the other couch and John and I went to his bed. He sucked my cock in bed and I came again. It was an awesome night. I woke up before everyone in the morning and was taking a shower when I heard the door to the bathroom open. It was Andy. He said it was really hot watching me getting fucked last night. He also said he's glad I felt comfortable enough to let him watch. Then he got in the shower with me. Andy pushed me against the wall and said it was his turn to fuck me. He was such a nice guy but this aggressive side was hot and I got hard. He squirted some shampoo on his cock and slid it in my ass. He said, "I'll be quick because the shampoo will burn in a bit." Andy just went to town on my ass. He fucked me hard and quick and then came in my ass after only a few minutes. I was so turned on that I came on the tile wall. After we finished Andy picked my cum up with his fingers and ate it. It was an awesome morning. We drove to the city and all went to brunch. John, Greg, Andy and I hung out until mid afternoon and then they went back to the burbs. John and I chatted again after that my phone and email. He said he felt uncomfortable dating me because I'd let his friends fuck me bareback. He said I was too slutty for him, but he wanted to be friends. After that conversation, our friendship fizzled. Greg came into the city to go to the bars a lot more than the other boys. He often slept over at my place when he didn't pick up a boy and he fucked me a lot. I always took his load and never asked him to use a condom. Greg disappeared from my world one day and I haven't seen him since although he and Andy still talk sometimes. Andy and I only fucked a few more times including a couple of 3somes with Greg, but Andy got a boyfriend by the next year and they moved to Hawaii and got married. Seriously, Andy is an awesome guy and we are still friends. I'm not sure his husband knows all about me, but once when his husband was drunk he called me a cum dump and I just smiled. John's party basically blew my mind. I almost never used a condom since I slid down on John's cock with the unopened condom still in my hand. There are a few more stories of me slipping further into being a cum dump from my online hookups which became more frequent, to boyfriends, to poz guys, to my first real fuck buddy. More to come......I hope you guys still like it.

CHAPTER 2 – THE POOL PARTY Dalton’s family has a private backyard with a large pool—or mostly private, anyway. Our two houses are perched next to each other on an embankment that juts out from the street like a natural cul de sac, effectively separating us from the other lots in the neighborhood. A fence runs along our shared property line, and we planted a thick grove of trees to give both houses a greater sense of seclusion. Not that it matters. Brian and I are voyeurs, so “seclusion” is a relative term. Before Dalton moved in, we lived next to a family of five, and the Dad was a silver fox type who would jack off in the Jacuzzi when he thought no one was watching. We discovered it by accident: one summer evening, we happened to be fucking a boy under the stars when we heard a sharp grunt from our neighbor’s house. We sneaked over to the property line just in time to see the silver fox climbing out of the hot tub, his impressive erection still at half-mast. The next evening, Brian and I cleared out a few spots in the foliage where we could have an unobstructed view of our neighbors’ backyard without fear of discovery. Then we sat next to the fence and waited, passing the time by jacking each other’s dicks; before long, I was wrapping my mouth around Brian’s thick shaft while he worked two fingers into my fuckhole with generous globs of Tina-laced lube. My ass began pushing back on him, squeezing his fingers as if trying to swallow his hand. Finally, he pulled me off his dick and fed me the fingers he’d been working into my hole. As I slurped greedily on the taste of my chemmed-up guts, Brian stared into my eyes with his trademark combination of adoration and amusement. “Oh, my hot little piggy,” he whispered, “I sometimes forget what a trashy little chemwhore you are.” “Not only that,” I replied. “I’m your trashy little chemwhore.” He flashed an evil grin before sliding his fingers back inside my hole, this time working a little rock of T into the liquid warmth already radiating from my ass to my cock to my nips. At last, when I couldn’t wait any longer, I removed his fingers from my ass, positioned my hole directly above his precum-slick cock, and lowered myself onto my man’s throbbing shaft in a single hungry downward thrust of my hips. Just then, as I was fully impaled on Brian’s twitching raw cock, the silver fox walked onto the adjoining back patio. Within a matter of seconds, he dropped his bathrobe—revealing a muscular mid-40s physique with salt-and-pepper fur—and sank into the hot tub. His head fell back; his mouth dropped open. And then his right shoulder began to shake as he beat his meat, unseen by us, beneath the surface of the water. Almost by reflex, I began milking Brian’s dick with my hole as I watched our neighbor stroke his cock. Then my husband wrapped his arms around me and began thrusting up into my hole, my entire body trembling in anticipation as I braced for a load of his warm poz cum. Moments later, we heard the silver fox grunt—the same grunt as the night before. And as we watched, he pushed his hips and his cock above the water, letting his cum fly in a thick spray from his fat mushroom head. Three distinct ropes of jizz flew into the air, then down into the froth of the Jacuzzi. And that’s when I felt Brian’s raw dick pulsing and flexing deep inside me, flooding my tweaked fuckhole with a fresh dose of his potent strain. Over the next two years, the silver fox jacked off many more times while we watched from the bushes. We started calling it “the late show,” and we caught it whenever we could. Most of the time, I sat on Brian’s dick when the silver fox started cumming, and Brian obliged with another buttful of poz seed. In fact, it became such a regular ritual for us that when our neighbors moved across the country, it was almost like our favorite TV show had been canceled. We shouldn’t have worried. As it turns out, the real show was just about to start. * * * Jesse secured us a spot at the pool party. He explained that the adults weren’t really expected to swim—they mostly sat around drinking and talking while their kids played in the pool. When the day of the party arrived, Brian and I chose tank tops to show off a little muscle and fur. We also wanted Dalton to catch a glimpse of the bulges in our board shorts, so we boosted the profile of our packages by wearing cockrings under tight white jockstraps. We arrived when the party was in full swing. As we passed through the sliding glass doors and entered the back patio, I saw Dalton on the opposite end of the pool, lifting himself out of the water, his swimsuit clinging tightly to his ass while a cascade ran down the muscles of his back and splashed against the elastic of his waistband. I glanced over at Brian, and I could tell he saw the same thing. His eyes, like mine, were glazed over with pure hunger for that hot little stud’s hole. The hostess—Dalton’s Mom—took us through the crowd, introducing us to people we didn’t care to remember. (We did, however, run into a few of Dalton’s football buddies, all of whom would look fucking fantastic buck-naked and spread-eagled, trussed up in our sling and forcibly impaled on anonymous poz cock.) Finally, our hostess waved to Dalton, who was chatting up some bitch by the pool. Must be Melissa, I thought to myself. I hope she’s enjoying that boy’s dick, because she might not be getting it much longer. I watched Dalton strut our way, his tight pecs leading the rest of his body in a cocky little bow-legged stride. Meanwhile, his wet swimsuit clung tightly to his cock, confirming the presence of a thick, fleshy piece of meat between those muscular legs. He gave both of us the once-over. And as he did, his expression changed: he didn’t grow visibly uncomfortable, but his face went oddly blank. “Dalton, these are our new neighbors. Meet Brian and Tom.” “Hey,” Dalton said noncommittally, holding out his hand for a quick shake. “Hey, buddy,” Brian replied. “Great party.” Dalton nodded vaguely. “Yeah, it's pretty cool.” An awkward pause. Then, turning to his Mom: “I need to grab another burger.” “K, hon,” she said with a pained smile. “There’s plenty of food, so eat all you want.” As Dalton walked away, quickly regaining his confident strut, she turned to us and shook her head. “Sorry about that. I swear he used to have manners.” “Oh, it’s fine,” I assured him. “Teenagers, you know?” I glanced back toward the barbecue, and caught Dalton looking our way again, his face still impossible to read. “He’s a little freaked out by us,” Brian said a few minutes later, leaning in close to me as we sat by the pool. “Definitely,” I replied. “Freaked out and fascinated. Poor little faggot.” * * * By that point, our dicks were straining against the fabric of our shorts. We needed release, and our first chance at Dalton wouldn’t come for another week at least. So when we were introduced to Charlene, a bottle-blond cougar who’d recently divorced and taken up with a much younger personal trainer named Jace, I saw the opportunity to let off some steam. Jace was clearly dumb as a post, but I didn’t mind—after all, that’s what muzzles are for. He was in his mid-20s, furry and scruffy, with a chiseled body that showed through his tight T-shirt. And from the moment I looked in his eyes, I had no doubt he was at least bisexual. After chatting him up for 10 minutes or so, I found what I was looking for: a pretext to get him back to our place. He said he was really into the Fast and Furious series, and I told him we’d just bought an imported box set that included tons of never-before-seen footage. Would he like to see it, maybe even borrow it? Of course he would. (Do we own any of the Fast and Furious movies? Of course we don't.) I winked at Brian as Jace and I slipped away from the party. Leading Charlene’s trophy-jock across the yard, I showed him through our front door and closed it firmly behind us. Then he and I stood in the entryway, staring at each other for a good minute or two. No mention of Fast and the Furious. We just stared. My cock twitched in anticipation, then twitched again. Finally, I glanced down at my crotch, gave my dick one more giant twitch, then looked back at Jace. With no change of expression, he simply dropped to his knees, pulled down my zipper, and fished out my rock-hard cock. It glistened with a layer of fresh precum. Opening his mouth wide, he engulfed me, sucking greedily and noisily—an experienced cocksucker for sure. I reached down to the small of his back and snapped the waistband of his shorts. He took my cue: with both hands, he gave his shorts a firm downward yank, exposing the muscled curve of his ass. My dick responded by drooling a long, thick rope of toxic cum into his mouth. “I need to fuck you,” I growled. He paused to consider. “You clean, dude?” My favorite dumbass question. “Of course,” I said with a smirk. “OK, cool—but you still gotta wear a rubber.” “No problem.” I grabbed him by the shoulders and guided him to his feet as I pointed toward the bedroom. “Now go get naked and wait for me on the edge of the bed.” Without even nodding, he did as he was told. Meanwhile, I grabbed the Tina-laced lube and followed him, shedding my clothes as I went. Entering the bedroom, I found Jace wearing nothing but a backwards ballcap, on all fours, his back perfectly arched to expose a clean-shaven, wide-open hole. I was a little disappointed that such a hot, furry boy would shave his ass, but then I remembered that a lot of closeted “straight” boys do that—they don’t seem to realize that pigs like me often appreciate a man’s hairy butt, especially when it’s dripping with piss and sweat and seed. “Look at you and your little shaved pussy,” I said to him, and he whimpered in reply. “You shave this because you hope some stud will mistaken you for just another bitch, huh?” Another whimper. “I bet you jack off thinking about a nice fat dick filling your cunt the way it needs to be filled. Don't you, boy?” He wagged his butt up and down, as if to say fuck yeah. “Of course you do, you fuckin’ faggot. Now listen, bitch: I’m gonna lube you up. But this lube is special—it’ll feel a little warm at first. It might even burn. That’s just how it works. Sort of like Icy Hot, you know? It’ll relax your ass muscles. Cool?” He nodded his head, his jockbutt still bobbing up and down eagerly. I scooped up a thick glob of our magic pig-lube with my right hand, spread his fuckhole apart with my left, and used two fingers to firmly push a healthy dose of greased-up chems into that eager, defenseless cunt. He tensed up, probably feeling the burn, but I just stayed inside him, rubbing his lower back with my free hand, slowly rotating my fingers to work the T into the lining of his hole. After a bit more squirming, he gradually exhaled in a low, guttural moan, and I felt a radiant warmth pass across the skin on my knuckles. He pushed his ass back against my fingers, taking me deeper. I grinned triumphantly: mine. As I removed my fingers, he yelped in frustration. I laughed. “Don’t worry, boy—I’m just putting a little more grease for your hole.” I scooped up an even bigger glob, this time with three fingers, then pushed all three into him, massaging his quivering fuckhole as he made a sound that was almost like purring. Then I pulled out again, and he reached back to spread his cunt wide open. “Patience, fag, patience. My fingers can’t get far enough inside you. If this lube’s gonna do your hole any good, it needs to penetrate further. That way you’ll be totally ready for my cock.” I reached into a side drawer and pulled out a needleless syringe that I’d prepared a few hours earlier by dissolving a strong bump of T in a little bit of water. (I always try to have at least one fully prepared booty bump on hand, just in case.) “You want to get lubed up nice and deep, bitch? Want to get your hole all good and ready for my dick?” He answered with a wordless groan. “Good answer, pig.” I inserted the plastic syringe as far as it would go, then pushed the plunger to deliver a giant payload into his guts. He arched his back even more as I pressed gently on his tailbone, letting gravity do the work of priming his hole for pozzing. As the drugs seized control of his brain, his butthole started quivering. I rubbed the length of my dick along that hungry musclebutt; he responded by burrowing his head deeper into the sheets and spreading his legs a little more. “Oh, and one more thing, pig,” I said to him, pressing my mushroom head against his taint, “I don’t use rubbers. Ever. And if you insist on a condom, you’re not getting my dick. Understood?” He reached back and spread his hole a little wider. “You just spread your hole for me. Does that mean you want me to bareback your hungry hole?” No answer. “Tell me, pig,” I said, grabbing a rough handful of his hair and pulling his head back. “Do you want my raw cock?” “Fuck dude, whatever,” he said, his voice shaking now. “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please shove your dick in me.” “Not sure I heard that, pig. Say it again.” “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please give me your dick. I need your fuckin’ cock, bro.” “You want my raw cock to slide in you, pound you bareback, and fill you up with a load of my seed?” “I’ll do whatever you want, fucker. Just please, please give me your dick. I can’t believe how fuckin’ hungry I am. Please feed me, dude.” “Feed you what?” “Cock, cum, anything. Seriously, bro. I’m begging you.” I grinned. “Good boy. Now brace yourself.” He exhaled—a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, I held his ass in place with my left hand. With my right, I slid the head of my cock inside his smooth fuckhole, just holding it there for about 10 seconds as I lubed his butt with some of my toxic precum. At last, with no further warning, I pushed the entire length of my raw dick into him. He let out another deep sigh as his starving cunt spasmed against the skin of my shaft. “You like this raw cock inside you, boy?” “Fuck, dude. Please pound my hole.” “You got any plans tonight?” “Yeah. Just with my girl.” “I want you to cancel. Got it? Cancel your plans.” “Whatever you want, bro. Please just fuck me.” “I’ll fuck you—don’t worry. But first you need to do what I say.” “Absolutely. Whatever you say.” “Alright, boy—then here’s what we’re doing. We’re getting dressed. We’re going back to the party. We’re saying our goodbyes. You’re cancelling your plans. And then you’re coming back here to get pounded by raw dick all night long. Are we clear, faggot?” “Fuckin’ A. Yes, dude.” “Don’t you worry, boy—your patience will be rewarded. I promise you that.” As we talked, my cock kept twitching deep inside him—and with each twitch, his wide-open hole absorbed another little dose of my virus. He would need as much viral lube as he could get, because in a few hours he’d be at the mercy of Tristan, our merciless dealer. Tristan was full of surprises, but one thing was certain: by the time he got his dick in this boy’s slammed-up hole, Charlene would definitely need to find a new personal trainer to fuck. MORE SOON...

Drinking and serving piss in a beer bottle or glass in a bar or other places in public is so fucking hot, and delicious.

PART TWO As I lay there in the dark chained to the sling, I felt something placed over my face. There were hands feeling my head. Murmurs from Steve and Johan told me something was happening to them too. Then I realised what it was. They were blindfolding us. "I need to explain to our three cumseekers here," Ben said. "I told you we would make it interesting. Well, you guys are extremely lucky. It's not very often that we have three spins and no winner. To make it more fun, none of you sluts are going to know the results of the last spin." There was suddenly silence as the fourth and final spin happened. Was it going to be me? Ben broke the silence by suddenly declaring, "I'm going to switch on the light now, so that all the guys can see the result of the fourth spin. Except you with the blindfolds, obviously, and we won't be telling you the outcome. We thought we would keep you in suspense for a while." I was still trying to take this in when something touched my nose. It smelt of poppers and I took a long hit. "Take as much as you can," someone whispered. "You'll need it." Ben continued: "All three of you are going to get fucked now. The chosen one will be taking only the poz cock. The other two of you will be getting the rest of the cock... the neg cock.. or at least the ones that were neg the last time they were tested, which could be a few dozen fucks ago now. Anyway, I'm sure you won't mind taking a chance on that." I could sense that guys were crowding in around us now and working to get their cocks ready for action. Someone was fingering my ass again and this time there was a slight burning sensation. I couldn't focus well. Then I suddenly felt something at my mouth. It felt like a cigarette and I clasped my lips around it and sucked greedily. "Make the most of it," a voice said. "This could be your last neg smoke." I took another deep drag as a cock pressed against my hole then pushed all the way in. The pain was unreal as he started to fuck my hole mercilessly. I was not ready for it and it was so painful to start with that he might as well of had his arm inside of me. After a few minutes, though, it didn't feel as bad and I was starting to get into it. I could feel myself swinging and rocking as he grabbed me and shoved his dick deep inside me. "What is it you want?" he asked. "Cum," I said. "What sort of cum? Let me hear it." "Poz cum." "And maybe that's what you are gonna get," he said. "Here comes my load." He slammed inside of me one last time and held it there. As soon as he pulled out, another guy immediately got to work fucking me. By this time, I was starting to enjoy the sensation and I realized I could hear Johan and Steve grunting and groaning in their slings. I was probably making plenty noise myself, too. Steve was obviously loving it and he was moaning loudly and begging for more, really getting into it. Johan on the other side sounded like he was more in pain. The guy fucking now me was huge. Luckily the first guy had opened me up well enough to be able to take him. He wasn't very deep, but he was thick and I felt full. "Guess what?" he said quietly, "Three months ago, my neg ass was in this exact sling getting fucked, getting fucked by two big cocks. It was amazing and the best feeling. I went to the doctors to get tested and got my results back last week and told Ben. He said they were short of guys and needed some huge cock to fuck you three sluts. I can tell you're desperate to ask what my test results were, but you'll just have to guess." At this point, I started to tear up thinking that this could be the cock that gives it to me. I could be the 'lucky' number. My heart sank as the dude who was fucking me gave his final few thrusts before another dick entered me. They kept fucking me in turns, one after another and I lost track of the time. I figured I had at least been fucked by all the guys who were crowding around me, maybe even a few of them had a couple rounds on my hole. I felt so used and fucked as there was nothing I could do except lay there and wait for them to now finish using my hole. At this point, I had no idea if everything I had inside me was neg or poz. "This ass is getting sloppy" said the guy who was fucking me. Not something I wanted to hear but kinda felt proud, like I was joining the ranks of a real bottom slut. At this point I suddenly felt a lot more pressure at my hole. It dawned on me, he was fucking me with not only his cock inside me, but also a dildo. Steve was still making a lot of noise but less than before. I could still hear Johan being used as the chains on the sling were rattling, but he wasn't making any noise at this time. They had really started to wear us out. As the tops started to wind down, the three of us lay in our slings, exhausted and sore. They fitted us with butt plugs and took our blindfolds off. The men that stood around the room looked exhausted but proud of their efforts. I glanced at Johan and Steve, both looking dazed, and at that moment a thought flashed through my mind. What had I done? Was it too late? "Look at the boards in front of you," Ben said loudly. "The tally marks are the number of loads you've received this evening. For one of you, that's A LOT of poz cum inside your fuck hole" I stared at the board, I got 23 loads and these guys weren't quick fucks. They took their time, no wonder I am now so loose. I glanced over at Steve's number, he got 18, while Johan got 16. Apparently, I was the guy to fuck tonight. Or did this mean I was the chosen one and they wanted to make sure I was fully loaded? "Keep those butt plugs in as long as you can," Ben said. "We don't want any of that valuable manjuice leaking out, especially for one of you." Finally, they unfastened our handcuffs and helped us out of the slings. Steve was the first to speak. "So who was the guy with the lucky number?" "Well," said Ben, "We're going to keep you waiting a little longer. Right now, you can go home, and if any of you get sick in the next few weeks, give me a call." Steve, Johan, and I all quickly grabbed our clothing, and were quickly rushed out the door and into the street. The three of us stood then thinking, what happened? What do we do next? Johan had an idea: "Want to trade numbers so we can text the others if we get the flu?" We agreed and started to part ways. As I'm walking away, Johan catches up to me stops me. Under the street lights, he was cute and there wasn't a person in sight. He asked if he could give me a blowjob and I said yes. I dropped my pants and right there in the street this cute young guy went to town on getting my load. I couldn't last long after all the stimulation I had got this evening and blasted it down his throat. As quickly as he asked, he got up, said thank you and off he went, leaving me standing on the street with a deflating cock and my pants around my ankles. I pulled my pants up and headed home for a great sleep. .. It's been two weeks now, and I'm counting every day. Every time I sneeze or feel an ache somewhere I wonder if it's the start of the fuck flu. Last night I woke up in bed with a sweat and thought that was it, but it passed. I keep wondering too about Johan and Steve. Maybe it's time to give them a call.

Loose for sure. Never really understood all the bottoms advertising their tight assholes. Loose, even sloppy, feels much better for the top. To put a finer point on it, there is a place for tight holes but only in the context of an extremely skilled bottom who has excellent rectal control. In this context, I would say a bottom should ideally loosen the sphincter on the instrokes and GENTLY tighten the grip on the cock on the outstrokes. But this is really difficult to achieve, especially with rapid pacing, and it requires the bottom and the top to be in perfect sync with steady pacing. Speaking in mentronomic terms, I doubt any bottoms could adapt their sphincter motions at any pace higher than about 20 strokes a minute. I've met one or two slut bottoms who could do this and the sex was amazing. Not to mention the special connection you feel with a bottom boy when his ring wraps around your cock at the primal beat of your cock strokes.