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  1. Until Death Do Us Part (The Story a Cheating Boyfriend) It happened all on a sunny Saturday at Michelle’s wedding. She was a very good friend of mine and had extended and invitation to me to celebrate with her that most important day. We were quite a crowd, as we witnessed the solemn vows in the church, but I had no eyes for the holy ceremony which was taking place in the sanctuary. No, my eyes were fixed on a young guy who was sitting not far away from me. I recognized his breathtaking beauty, his innocent appearance. His blonde hair and blue eyes gave him an almost angelic appearance, and his body frame, although clearly athletic, was still quite petite. He was not really tall, at most 5'7", I estimated. Eventually he felt observed and after smiling shyly to me once in a while, he concentrated his gaze at Michelle and John who promised to love and cherish each other for the rest of their lives. It was obvious the guy next to my blonde angel was his boyfriend. He held his arm around his shoulder, like he was protecting him. It was a nice gesture and somehow it made me hard. The boy’s eyes wandered back to me, just to look away…. it was almost like a hot and dangerous game. We all stood when the rites had concluded and the bride and groom began moving down the aisle to leave the church. At this point my cock was extremely hard, so I effectively presented myself to my little blonde darling, allowing him to imagine what was in store for him. Sure enough, when the blonde twink passed in front of me, he blushed when he saw my immense bulge. Since he couldn’t look away, I knew I had him on the hook. During the afternoon we had quite a ball and I made sure Michelle placed me next to the lovely twink. He and his fiancée were friends of her now husband. At that time I learned the twink's name was Dante. Later that evening, when the people were wandering around to dance or take a smoke or simply talk to others we stayed at our table and looked at each other, and got to chatting. Dante told me he had been with his partner for two years and they planned to marry also in the upcoming year. I nodded and my right hand was at the back of his chair. My thumb was caressing his shoulder blade, while he told me how much he was in love with his boyfriend. With my left hand I massaged my bump unashamedly. No one saw it anyway, no one except Dante who tried to ignore the fact that I was discretely playing with my hard on. “Would you mind stop touching me? I am here with my boyfriend,” he said all of a sudden. I kept on caressing his back and told him I knew that, but I was not doing any harm by touching him. “Still…. it is not appropriate,” he insisted. “So you want me to stop. I can do that. I can stop touching you and I can take ‘that’ away from you” I replied and stopped groping myself. Spreading my legs I gave him a good view of the tent, that was building up in my pants. Dante gulped, and quietly remarked "It certainly is impressive, but this really isn't the place for this." “You could take a closer look. Perhaps somewhere more private,” I suggested. Dante looked around frantically. “Meet me at the church yard. Tomorrow. At 3:00 PM,” I demanded. “But my boyfriend,” he mumbled. “We will just meet and talk,” I promised him, although I knew I would be the one talking. He wouldn’t be able to reply, since he would be massaging my cock with his throat. Dante nodded. “I will try to meet you there” he promised and with that I got up and made sure he got a good last look at my bulging pants before I left the table to get myself another drink and to enjoy the rest of the evening with a bunch of my acquaintances. The next day came and I arrived at the church shortly before 3:00 PM. Dante had already arrived, and was seated on a bench texting on his mobile, as he awaited my arrival. He was dressed in a washed out jeans and a skater shirt, looking even younger than his actual age of 18, which he had mentioned to me at the wedding. I walked up to him. My dick started to stir yet again, and, as he was sitting at the right height, it was the first thing he saw: a nice lump was forming in my jeans. “Hey Dante… nice, that you made it” I greeted him. “Yeah – nice to see…. you…. too,” he replied as he stared at my crotch. Then his eyes sought-out my eyes and he smiled at me. “Although I must admit I am still not comfortable being here. I even lied to my boyfriend,” he admitted. ‘Nice’ I thought. “Why? What did you tell him?” I wanted to know. “I texted him I lost my bracelet at the wedding and wanted to check in various places if I could find it” he said. “Well, let’s take a walk over the cemetery. We could talk and find a quiet corner to converse some more,” I looked at him with a friendly face. “Okay,” he agreed and with that we started walking towards the entrance of the wide cemetery, chatting as we made our way. I kept an eye open for a private bench, and then spied the perfect location, a bench positioned beneath a willow, with no nearby tombstones. We sat down and since Dante kept glancing at my crotch, I placed my arm around his shoulder and sat there, my legs wide apart, and suggested “Well, why don’t you check me out - just for a little bit. You know, while we chat,” I suggested. “I'm not sure if I should do that,” he replied, adding “It would feel like cheating on my boyfriend and I don’t want to go that path. I am proud that we are committing ourselves into a faithful relationship." ‘Blah blah blah’ I thought. Of course I agreed with that and I told him it was not my intention to ruin anything. I could relate on that, since I was in a solid relationship myself (a lie) and would never be not loyal to my loved one (again a lie, since I cheated always on my partners). Come on, as if fucking the same old hole would make you horny after some times of usage. “But then again – it is nothing more than a human touch” I explained to him and touched his right hand. “See. Nothing more. No cheating, no lies, just a human touch. And I got the feeling you were quite interested yesterday in feeling me up. And I can sense from the look in your eyes, that you still are, Dante." He didn’t look at my face. He stared openly at my bulge and his hand tried to fondle the clear outlining of my hard nine inch long cock. He started at the base with one finger and followed the route up to my cock head. There he used three of his fingers to get a grip around my glans penis, massaging it through my jeans. "It's so long and thick,” he said admiring. “Yeah – most guys turn me down, because of that” I sighed deeply. “Are you serious?” he asked, looking up at me, but his hand never paused in stroking my cock, even if through my tight jeans. I simply nodded. It was unbelievable, how many guys were scared of the size of my cock. Of course this was a lie also, but I wanted to get this thing going. “I would love to feel it up my ass,” he confessed, "especially 'cause my boyfriend's cock is only six inches long and somewhat thin," but then, in a moment of remorse, he added “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you that.” “Nah – man we are friends. Who can you turn to, if not to a friend in such matters?” I asked him honestly and played my cards so hypocritically. “So you fuck your boyfriend?” I asked. “Good lord – no!” he exclaimed. He was the passive part, which made it so critical for him. He loved his boyfriend, just in bed he was a whack. “Oh that’s bad of course, but love can overcome such problems,” I praised him and really had to bite my tongue in order not to laugh out loud. Then I asked "Do you want to take a closer look?” “Here? Out in the open?” he sounded shocked. I got the feeling this twink was really a good one ‘as in’ playing always safe – meeting the love of his life – testing for HIV and that crap and then fucking without condoms like rabbits. He was a ‘Neg’ for sure, which made him even more desirable for me. “Nah – are you crazy?” I played the surprised. “We could use the church toilets and you could take a short glance. That’s it,” I promised. I vowed I would not fuck him there and smiled my winning smile and so we agreed on walking to the toilets. He was supposed to walk in front of me and reserve a stall and I would enter immediately behind him and enter the stall if no one else was in there at all. I’ve watched him shaking his ass at me, while he looked for the right way back to the church. From time to time he turned around to me and grinned, while I followed him, giving him a dirty look. I even squeezed my bulge more than one time, when he took another turn, gazing at me. I was horny like a dog when I entered the church toilets and as we thought, we were the only ones in there at that moment. So Dante took the last of three stalls and disappeared in it. I followed him and closed the door behind us. Right after that the main door opened again and someone shuffled into to urinals section and started to pee. I signaled Dante to get down on his knees and to open my pants, while I pretended to concentrate to the stranger outside, but I hardly listened to the noises the other fellow made. Dante understood and so he went down and started with my belt. I looked down on him thinking to myself 'Dante is absolutely hypnotized by shape of my cock, even if he hasn't seen it yet'. But with that he opened the last button and received his 'present of the day', my cock! He was mesmerized and looked at it closely. He felt the girth of my dick and enjoyed smelling around my dong, but he never tried to move to the next step, so I pushed the envelope saying "I've really gotta take a piss, but maybe you'd like to hold it for me." He nodded and smiled at me. He aimed my dick towards the toilet porcelain and I started letting go a strong gush of piss. I sighed relieved and the luck was on my side, when I realized that there was no toilet paper in our stall. So when I finished pissing up, I told Dante about our dilemma and asked him, if he could finish the job. He looked up at me with big eyes and you could see his brain started working. But the tension was too much for him and so he focused his gaze on my dick head again and shortly after that I felt his tongue lapping at my glans penis, and he particularly seemed to enjoy licking my piss slit as his tongue wiped through my piss slit a lot of times. He even dared to take my cock head into his mouth for a couple of seconds and started sucking me softly. Then the magic moment was gone and Dante started jacking me off slowly, but without his mouth supporting it. I knew what he was trying to do, but it was my game and he had to obey my rules, so I stopped his motions and started to button up, while grinning at him cheekily. Dante looked like a child, who got robbed of his favorite toy. I almost felt sorry for him, but this jacking off would lead to nothing. I had to keep his tension up and so I apologized to him, and told him that I had to leave for a date with my lover (a lie, since there was no solid relationship for me) and if he would like to meet me for another chat, we could meet at the church parking lot on Thursday at the same time again. His face brightened up and he promised he would make it, and as we walked back to the parking lot, we chatted about ordinary stuff, departing merrily. Dante had traveled to the church bus, and I deliberately didn’t suggest I could drop him off - wherever he was going. He didn't seem to even notice my omission. I knew, however, next time we wouldn’t end up in the church toilet as there were other places, very discrete places we could go, where we could engage in some more interesting action. Little did Dante know there was more about me than just my handsome face or the big cock in my jeans....
    12 points
  2. The latest strain of JP’s virus shot out of his piss slit like a SPACE X rocket and quickly went to work colonizing itself in the lining of my ass and guts. I sighed in satisfaction, feeling the fullness of his dick, the warmth of his cum, the rough scraping of his fingernails down my sides as he shivered in orgasmic release. We were resting in post-fuck bliss when our smart watches started to beep and flash - another fucking lockdown. All week the base had gone through a series of ever tightening security measures since the media broke the news. How did they know that the story the government had successfully sold to the American people for the past 30 years was not true? That Patient Zero - the man to blame for the AIDs epidemic in the United States was not a Canadian flight attendant? That the real track of the virus was from Zaire, to Haiti, to New York City in the late 1960s and early 1970s? I shivered in fear as I thought about what might come next: that Jean Pierre might be named - that we might be separated - that the world would find out about Project Unicorn and that Patient Zero was my brother, my lover, my husband. I chuckled and shook my head and wiped the sweat from my face as JP (Jean Pierre, but I always called him JP) caressed my forehead with a gentle touch, then leaned in and even more gently kissed me. He knew what I was thinking. He always knew. It had been that way since we were kids, and as he flipped me over onto my stomach and slammed his 11-inch dick back into my nutt filled hole he asked, “Hey B, You ready for some more unicorn seed?” JP always called me B. It used to be short for ‘boy’ - his first English word. Now it was just short for ‘daddy’s bitch’ when JP went into ‘top daddy mode’ during our sex games and role play. JP yanked me up onto my hands and knees and cuffed my head, forcing me to lay my chest down onto the mattress so he could scrape my insides with a deep fuck. Load #2 was always rougher - load #3 would take him an hour of fucking, pure beastial brutal fucking - and he was not satisfied until my ass pussy was swollen, black and blue, and my body was marked as his inside and out. Fuck I loved this man! As JP started slightly snoring, exhausted from dropping three buckets of viral cum in me. I reached out to grab his hand and held it as I thought back to how our story began. I was four years old the first time I met JP. He was eight and covered head to toe in a viral suit, a Center for Disease Control (CDC) Personal Protective Equipment (PPE) suit, complete with a hood and face mask. It was 1972 and they didn’t have PPEs for kids back then, so the suit fit him awkwardly, especially as my Dad and the other CDC doctors had used duct tape to tighten it in certain spots to he would not fall over when he tried to walk. I thought it was funny, but from the anger on JP’s face, and the scolding I received from my Father, I learned I was wrong. One day I was playing with the kids at my babysitter's house while Dad was at work, and the next we were in some new house, surrounded by boxes, and all I could see outside was a fence that I was told I could not go past. Beyond the fence I soon learned was a whole, new world. A world full of fighter jets, tanks, men in uniform, and from that day on Dad and I, (and soon JP), lived smack dab in the center of one of the largest, most secure, and secretive military installations in the country. Naturally the military installation also happened to be in the middle of bum-fuck-no-where! For the next two years I saw JP for a several hours every day as he and I played together in one of the labs. We found 101 ways to entertain ourselves and excelled at role play. JP was always the good guy or dominant one, even though I was the physically boy of the two of us. He was the cop, I was the robber. He was the cowboy, I was the Indian. Whatever it was, JP was always in charge. He was never without his PPE, but I didn’t think anything of it after asking my Dad why he had to wear it and Dad’s answer was “Because he’s special.” Knowing now that JP is Patient Zero and that all AIDs roads lead back to him, you might well ask 'Why did my Dad let us play?' Well, he was an angry, frightened, and often violent kid and I remember hearing Dad tell one of his techs that I was a calming influence on JP. In addition JP was always in that damn suit. JP was the only kid with whom I was allowed to play. On the occasion of my sixth birthday party Dad asked if I would like to have JP live with us as part of the family. That was the best birthday gift ever and the next day - my actual birthday - JP moved into our house on the base. Not only did I have a new brother, but JP didn’t have to wear his PPE anymore. There were still rules - and Dad made me my brother’s keeper to ensure the rules were obeyed . For instance, JP had to wear gloves on his hands at all times, long sleeve shirts and pants, and if he ever tripped or cut himself, we had to hit a big, red alarm button by the front door and the house would be immediately swarmed by techs from Dad’s lab who would check us over, clean up, and sharply remind us to be careful. Still, I could not resist touching JP when we were alone. JP would always pull away quickly and scold me whenever I sneaked a touch to his neck or some other small, bare patch of his ebony body. The feel of his skin, the warmth of his body through his clothes, the look in his eyes, which I now know was of the basic human need to be loved. Anyone else who touched JP was a lab tech who often had a needle to prick him with or some machine to hook him up to. I don't believe even my Father actually touched JP. I was the only person in JP’s life who saw him just as he was: a scared, lonely boy. JP shifted in his sleep. I smiled and reached down to caress his hardening dick. Fuck - even after all that, and all the years being together, and the hundreds of times he has cum inside me, JP is still a fucking nympho! In my teens our roles reversed. I became the wild, angry child and JP was the calming figure in our lives. I got caught trying to sneak onto a fighter jet, hiding out in the Army barracks as I tried to figure out how to run away, gambling with Marines using Dad’s gold watch as my bet, smoking and drinking with some Navy guys with stuff I stole from dad’s locked cabinet in the basement, and more. Through it all, JP was there. He never gave up on me, never got angry, and always made sure to tell me I was loved. My Father, on the other hand, was quick to remind me that I was brilliant, but stupid in the ways of life. I was brilliant, I guess, so even with only the home schooling I had received from the tutors Dad had hired for JP and me, I was accepted at an Ivy League school just after my seventeenth birthday. At the time JP was 21 and the day I left for college was the first time I ever saw him cry. The sight made me angry - a reaction I regret to this day. I don’t know why I got angry, but the look of hurt and pain in JP’s eyes when I snapped at him and told him I couldn’t wait to leave, forever haunts me. Well, long story short, I crashed and burned. Having total freedom, having a whole new world to explore, have no one literally guarding me day and night, I knew no boundaries and no barriers. Drugs, alcohol, sex - I did them all to the extreme. It was now 1986. AIDs was a major news story and had been for a few years. My Dad had even made sure I knew all about safe sex and at the time, I did not know why he was so insistent about that and never made a connection to JP, but when I went to college I knew all the steps that one should take to protect oneself - and I did none of them. For me it was not about being gay or whatever, it was just about having fun. Extreme fun. And the first time I took raw dick in my ass I was hooked. Yeah, I was addicted to the thrill of danger, the rush, and just the general fact that raw dick felt 1,000% percent better than a dick with a rubber. My ass was put against so many bookstore glory holes and taken so much anonymous cum I imagine I was directly responsible for the dramatic rise in the profit margins of the local sex venues. JP’s dick was now streaming a continuous line of venomous, toxic fluid. I carefully dipped my finger into the small puddle forming on tight abdomen and then licked it clean. Fuck even at 52, JP’s 5’8”, 150 pound body was still pure, lean muscle. My hole twitched, but I decided to let him sleep a little while longer. Back to our story. My world collapsed. Dad had a heart attack and I got kicked out of college for catastrophically failing, so, I went home where I decided it was time to grow up. Not only did I help Dad during his recovery, but I easily stepped in and helped cover for him at his lab. I also tried to make things up with JP. I felt bad. I really did. And while he seemed generally okay, occasionally I would still see the pain in his eyes when he looked at me. All I saw when I looked at him was a fucking hot black man with a monster BBC and I was determined to get it. You may think that Truveda and PrEP is a medical advance from 2014 or so. Nope. The U.S. Government knew all about Prep by the mid 1980’s and it was created, thanks to JP. Before I left for college Dad had told me I had an iron deficiency or some shit and made me promise to take the pills he gave me every single day and told me that if I didn’t I would have a stroke. Well that scared the life out of me! Surprisingly, taking those pills was the only thing I actually did do right during those months and it wasn’t until I was back home, covering for my Dad in the lab that I learned the truth: those pills were an early form of PrEP. They were just as effective as the current version, if not more so. That wasn’t the only thing about which Dad had lied - okay, well, not actually lied, but had not told me everything. There was JP. I spent hours and hours reading all his ‘secret and classified’ files: JP was Patient Zero. He was born in Zaire, in Kinshasha, in what is now the Democratic Republic of Congo. His parents had been labelled collaborators with the Belgian colonialists and when JP was about three his parents were killed and he was sex trafficked - literally sold - to some Haitian soldiers who were in the country helping keep the peace. He was taken to Haiti, where he was sold again to some asshole from New York City and was then taken there, where the horrors continued. That’s where my Dad found him in late 1971. My Dad is unbelievably brilliant and could see disease vectors and track viral clues like a bloodhound after a raccoon. His files show he told the CDC he was conducting tests of standard vaccination protocols in New York City. What he was really doing was tracking Patient Zero. He was looking for the source of a new virus, one he had seen in Haiti, and which he had followed to America. JP was rescued and my Dad forever felt guilty about not having found him sooner. The files referenced how JP had coped with the trauma, how he acted numb, almost unresponsive when he was first brought to the base. How only after he and I had started being playmates had they seen a glimmer of change, and then real hope once he had moved in with us. The files also detailed Project Unicorn - the U.S. Government’s efforts to slice, dice, and use JP as a fucking guinea pig for more untold horrors. They were especially intrigued by the fact that JP’s AIDs virus would mutate and evolve every year or so, seemingly randomly. My Dad even wrote in one file, “NO MATTER HOW MUCH THIS PAINS ME, THIS BOY’S LIFE IS WORTH NOTHING COMPARED TO SAVING THE WORLD.” JP was Patient Zero. JP was the nation’s father of the AIDs epidemic. JP’s virus - then and now - was like nothing the CDC had ever seen. It changed, mutated, grew to toxic levels no biology should ever be able to endure, yet JP thrived. He never got sick. He didn’t waste away. All drugs were withheld from him. No treatment ever given. That fucking pissed me off; knowing my Dad and the government, had abused him all over again. Clinically I understood why, but personally I realized, right then, how much I loved JP. I had always loved JP. Now what was I going to do about it? Project Unicorn 2.0 - my plan to get JP’s raw AIDs dick and have him infect me so we would be together forever. Crazy? Fuck yeah! Worth it? FUCK YEAH! JP had sacrificed - without a choice - so much for so many and no one would ever know. It was time someone sacrificed for him. Step 1: Stop Prep - I flushed a bottle full of my ‘iron deficiency’ pills down the drain. I would lie to my Dad if I had to, but my mind and heart were set. Step 2: Find out what JP knows about sex - On a military base getting gay porn, even back in the mid to late 80s was damn easy. Dad was gone for a couple days getting checked at Bethesda Naval Hospital, so I was home, alone, with JP. I got naked, plopped myself on the couch, popped in the video, and waited for JP to get home from his daily check in at the lab. He walked in, saw two black guys tag fucking a white bottom, grabbed his dick, shook his head, and literally ran to his bedroom and locked the door. I banged on his door, pleaded for him to open up as I ‘apologized’. Nothing except heavy breathing and a gasp. Yeah, I knew what jacking off sounded like. Step 2: Touch that dick - I left for the lab as normal, but immediately backtracked, sneaked in through the garage, and waited in the side entry hall until I heard the shower in JP’s bathroom start. I waited another minute, then knocked, “Hey JP, mind if I piss? Damn you know how that coffee runs right through me and the other toilet is not working,” I announced as I walked into the steam-filled bathroom, flipped the toilet lid up with a loud SMACK, and chuckled as JP fumbled, mumbled, and tried to hide the big top tent he was creating as his hard dick poked against the shower curtain. JP had his own bathroom for ‘safety’ reasons, and I lied about the other toilet. Once I finished pissing, I closed the toilet lid, sat down, and asked JP what was up. The curtain pulled back, then shut quickly as JP realized his monster hard on was peaking out. I boldly stood up, yanked the curtain back. JP’s reflexes kicked in and he wrapped his arms around his chest. I smiled, and with no place for him to run reached out and gently stroked his hard dick. Oh my fucking God! The look on JP’s face. Shock. Shame. Guilt. Desire. Lust. Need. Acceptance. Demanding I finish what I started. Without another word I started stroking his dick, using the water of the shower and the lather of the soap to make my hand slick, warm, wet, moist, and just what JP needed. JP tried to stop me only once, “Please don’t,” he pleaded, “I...I’m...it’s not safe...I can’t...I….” I replied “I know,” as I stroked him harder and faster. In less than 60 seconds he blew the biggest fucking load of cum I had ever seen. JP immediately gasped, pulled back to the far end of the shower, I smiled, wiped my hand on a towel and said, “See you tonight when I get home!” Step 3: Remove the barriers - Bethesda decided to keep Dad for several weeks for tests, observation, and to tap his expertise. For me, I could not have asked for a better plan. That night I came home, made dinner, set the table, opened a bottle of wine, and when JP sheepishly came in I took his gloved hands, held them tight, gently removed one glove, then the other. Once his hands were free he looked like a scared rabbit ready to run. I cupped his hands between mine and brought them up to my face. First I had him touch my right cheek, then my left. Opening his palms, I smiled, bent down a little and kissed them. He tried to flinch, but I had expected that and held firm, then casually said, “I hope you’re hungry. I made too much I think.” For the rest of dinner I smiled as JP kept stopping and staring at his hands. It had been a far too long since he had been around any other living soul without his gloves on. I even reached out several times to touch the back of his hand, to press against his wrist as I grabbed the salt, to brush against his knuckles as I set my glass down. JP smiled. Step 4: Take that nutt in my ass - The next few days and nights I replicated the success of that first day. It was torture for me as I wanted nothing more than his AIDs-filled dick slamming my hole, but I knew I had to be cautious. I would ‘accidently’ catch him in the shower and by the fifth day JP had the shower curtain pulled back and was eagerly waiting for me to stroke him off. At dinner that night we both were sitting at the table naked. JP had never even slept naked in his own bed. We laughed and smiled, genuinely enjoying the freedom of the moment. I freely rubbed my hand up and down JP’s arm, making the skin ripple with goose bumps. JP got up to go piss. I followed JP and stood in the bathroom doorway as he sighed in exultation from the release on his bladder. I licked my lips, wanting to taste and swallow that salty offering, but knew I would soon enough. JP stopped, I handed him his drink and remained in the doorway as he scrunched his face and downed the entire glass as I casually tipped it up with my right index finger. He laughed, reached out and spanked my right butt cheek. I turned around, set my glass on the floor and said, “Spank it harder.” JP tapped my right cheek lighter than a church lady. “Harder,” I urged. The next slap was better, but not enough. The third, hell yeah - I yelped, raised up on my toes in reflex to get away, and as JP apologized profusely I turned, and kissed him. Big, open mouth, sloppy, wet, tongue fuck kiss. JP had a look on his face like a UFO had just landed in our backyard and the little green men had said, “Take me to your leader.” I spit into my hand, reached down, and stroked his dick. At eleven inches it was pretty fucking long, and he was also quite thick. Could I take it? I didn’t know at the time, but sure the fuck was going to make it happen if it literally killed me trying. JP was quivering as I spit on his dick a few more times and continued stroking him. He grabbed the door jam, tilted his head back and gasped with pleasure. I paused, spat in my hand again and when JP did not feel me resume stroking his shaft he looked at me, looked at where my hand was and literally gasped. I BENT FORWARD, LINED UP JP’S RAW MONSTER AGAINST MY GREEDY HOLE, AND CRIED OUT IN PAIN AND JOY AS I PUSHED BACK, IMPALING MYSELF ON HIS RAW, TOXIC, PLUNGER. JP’S ENTIRE BODY SHOOK. HE BABBLED SOMETHING IN FRENCH I DID NOT QUITE CATCH. THEN HE SLAMMED ME AGAINST THE WALL AS YEARS WORTH OF NEED, DESIRE, AND WANT CAME GUSHING OUT AND HE BLEW THE FIRST OF MANY LOADS INTO MY WELCOMING ASS. After that first release JP’s guilt almost did him. Actually, almost did us both in. He felt shame, feeling he had done wrong. After all he knew the dangers, that he was Patient Zero, he knew that like the biblical prophets he had left waste and destruction and death in his wake. Hours later, after holding him, telling him over and over how much I loved him, needed him, wanted him inside, he seemed to get it, at least for the moment. The second and third breeding, while more brutal than the first, set the chemical and physical bond between us. JP has woken up from his nap, slipped his black and white ‘thug’ bandana down onto his forehead, cocked his head so I can see the part cut down to the scalp, and said, “Show me that fucking pussy!” He’s asleep again now, a small smile on his face, and I gently touch the little half moon curves where his upper and lower lips meet. Fuck, he’s sexy! My ass is throbbing - maybe for the next fuck he will take me to one of the base gloryholes? So, back to our story. That first night was all it took to poz me. Dad was still at Bethesda but within 48-hours I had the fuck flu so bad I begged - literally begged JP to grab an MP’s gun and shoot me. His response? He fucked me some more. He was a wild man. The best had been unleashed. He had had found his lover, his soulmate and reconnected with his best - and only - friend - and he fucked me over and over and over. I had so much AIDs venom running through me I could have taken out a nest of rattlesnakes and a pit of scorpions! When Dad finally came home from Bethesda he didn't seem to be surprised to see JP and me holding hands, no gloves in sight, or to learn we were a couple. I was ready for a fight, but Dad just smiled, hugged us both, and said he hoped we would be happy together but we had to understand what this meant. For JP, not much would change. For me, I was now Patient #1. I was the only person that my father could prove beyond a doubt was infected directly by Patient Zero. I became his next test subject. The following years were a series of tests, trials, poking and prodding, but as long as JP and I were together, it was all good. Sexually, we explored every wild and kick ass scene and thing we could. There are some nasty, twisted, freaky mother fuckers on military bases let me tell you. JP discovered about 10 years ago there was a gloryhole in one of the Air Force maintenance warehouses. Every Friday and Saturday night he would have me bent over, sucking his monster truck rod, while some anonymous Air Force brat blew his seed in my hole. Once I was so full of cum I felt like I would bust, JP slam-fucked my ass. Anonymous cum sprayed everywhere until he filled me with his own loads. Often following such debauchery he would follow his cum with his piss. Our role play became more intense too and JP knew that I would literally do ANYTHING he asked or needed. There was no safe word as he liked to beat my hole up like it stole something. No permission asked. I was his - and his alone - just as JP was mine - and as my husband moaned, turned his head and opened his sleepy eyes, I slid my nutt filled ass all the way down his 11-inch dick and said, “FUCK ME WITH THAT UNICORN HORN!”
    7 points
  3. This morning around 10:00 I went to my favorite bookstore here in Vegas called A-action bookstore, which is downtown near the strip. As I was crossing the street to enter the store I saw a guy driving a Maxima who passed me really slowly. I could tell he was checking me out. Upon entering the store, which is very sleazy, I went to the counter to pay for two hours, and as I was standing there the guy from the Maxima entered the store. He was wearing athletic shorts and a muscle shirt, and looked to be Latino, but I wasn't sure. As I said, the place is very sleazy: there are glory holes in every booth which have half doors for privacy (but they don't lock). I entered a booth and the guy entered the adjoining booth. I dropped my pants and positioned my ass up to the glory hole. At first the guy didn't do anything but stare, I turned around and motioned for his cock, which was about 7.5 inches and uncut. He slid himself through the glory hole and I sucked him until he got hard. Then I turned around and aimed his cock towards my lubed hole. He withdrew his cock from the glory hole and I heard the sound of him tear open a condom wrapper. Although the use of a condom was definitely a bummer, I let him fuck me, and he came after about five minutes. Then he withdrew from my ass, removed the condom, exited the booth, walked around a bit and then left. Shortly afterwards a white guy, perhaps in his late 30s or early 40s, entered the bookstore and wandered to the booths in the rear of the store. He walked up and down the hallway, checking each of the booths, and then came back up to the front where I was standing in the hallway, and entered a booth in my vicinity. I entered the booth which adjoined his, and gestured for him to slide his cock through the glory hole, which he immediately did. He was about seven inches in length cut and had shaved his cock an balls. I sucked him until he was hard then I turned around and guided his cock into my warm hole. He slid all the way in until I felt his ball sac hit my ass. He immediately began pumping, fucking me for about ten minutes, only to withdraw from my ass without any signal, so I turned around a looked through the glory hole to see him blowing his load in the corner of the booth. A string of cum was dripping from his cock so I slid my tongue through the glory hole and he let me lick the cum off his cock. The next guy I played with I began by talking to on Scruff. He lived nearby, was 52 years old, white, 6'1", muscular and very sexy. He also said he liked anonymous loads at bookstores. When I told him I had just been fucked, he sent me his nude pics, telling me to stick around, that he was on his way. He also told me he was a heavy cummer. Although I had never actually sent him any pictures of me, sure enough he arrived about some ten minutes later, wearing black athletic shorts and a muscle shirt. I might add he was much hotter in person than his photographs suggested. I entered a booth and he entered the adjoining booth. His cock was just right, at about seven inches, cut and thin. I got him hard and then guided his cock into my warm hole. He fucked me for about ten minutes then withdrew. Initially I thought he wanted me to suck him, but as I began to reposition myself to do so, he motioned me to turn around and put my ass back on the glory hole. Once I was in position he fingered my hole as he jacked his cock. After a few moments he hurriedly shoved himself back in my hole, grunted and thrusting into me about three times. When he withdrew he left the booth, disappeared into the mensroom (presumably to clean himself up), and upon exiting the restroom left the store without another word. My biggest surprise of all was a skinny young black guy who came into the bookstore, paid the fee, and then made his way to the booths, walking the length of the hallway. At this point I was the only guy back, although I think a couple of guys were in the theater. Anyhow, the guy was (I think) in his early twenties, and was wearing shorts which were sagging around his ass. He entered a booth, so I opened the door of the adjoining booth, only to see his semi-hard cock was already sticking through the glory hole. Naturally I began sucking him, and quickly realized he was in the range of eleven to twelve inches in length, thick, and cut. From my first impressions, I honestly would never have thought he was so well hung. Once he was fully hard I guided his cock into my hole. He entered with one smooth thrust as I had been fucked three times in rapid order, and the last two guys had cum in me, so I took him with no problem. I also didn't know if he would pull out or try to put on a condom, but no, he fucked me like the young buck he was, taking long thrusting strokes into my hole, then withdrawing all the way until just his cock head was in my body. The partitions between the booths are thin so ever time he thrust, the wall would shift a bit, so I had to cling onto the chair in my booth to stabilize myself as I pushed back on his big cock. He fucked me for about five minutes. Then I heard him moan as his his big cock thrust into my hole, blowing his load into my ass. It felt so fuckin' good. So, I was fucked by four guys, the last two of whom actually bred me. I took my phone out for the last 55 seconds and filmed the last guy. If you you turn the volume you can hear him moaning as he came, then when he pulled his cock out some cum plopped onto the floor. I went into the bathroom and pushed the two loads out. Then I left the bookstore, ran some errands, getting home about two hours later, at which time I pushed out the rest of the load. There was a lot. And to think I had thought it had all come out at the bookstore. I really hope the video uploads.
    2 points
  4. 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.
    2 points
  5. It wasn't easy to earn my rattle snake tattoo. For the next several weekend I would have to get off work at the same time as my 3 trainer friends on Saturday, go with them to the 4 bedroom house they rent, get slammed and then fucked by each one. I stopped thinking about safe sex, only wanting their raw chicks and cum inside me. During the week they began to work with me on becoming a personal trainer. It had been about a month since the labor day party when I started to feel sick. I was at the club and had to leave early. My three buddies seemed pleased I was starting to become ill and told me to go home, get some rest and drink plenty of fluids. I was sick for 4 days which gave me time to study for my personal trainer's test. I had to take my test that Saturday morning and the club would get the results Monday. After my test I was to go over the the house for our usual party and play. When I got to the house I found my friends in the living room already naked and smoking. I joined them and quickly stripped and began to smoke. We wasted no time and headed down to the basement where points were wading. They had taught me how to administer my own slam a couple weeks back and we each grabbed a point and did our slams. As I rode my rush I was surprised that I wasn't going to be the center of the action as it seemed we were going at it with each other. We kissed, licked, sucked and fucked each other until the next morning. Monday at work started lime a normal day until I was about to get off work. The guys came to me letting me know that they think I've earned my rattle snake tattoo. First of all I passed my personal trainers test. Second they needed to take me to the free clinic for a blood test. I couldn't understand what a blood test had to do with the tattoo until we got to the clinic. The guys new the nurse who was going to preform my tests. First he did a swab of the inside of my cheek before he took some blood for confirmation of the rapid test. I asked him what the tests were for when he said congratulations the rapid test came back positive. My buddy's were with me and could see the confusion and worry on my face when they finally let me in I their secret, they were all HIV+, and they wanted me to become one of their brothers so they needed to poz me. For some strange reason I was so turned on at what they just told me. They then asked me to move into the house with them and now that I'd be making more money as a personal trainer I could afford living with in the house. It was great living with these guys. We each had our own bedroom, but I don't think I ever slept alone. One night I might have one of the guys fuck me before were fell asleep our I might fuck one of them. About a month later in mid November I had heard a rumor about my former high school bully, Elliot Warner Ray. The word I heard was that he was kicked out of the prestigious university he was attending, and would be back home. Sure enough right before Christmas he came into the club. I knew he wouldn't recognize me, since graduation I had put on a significant about of muscle, grew my hair out long and ditched my glasses for contracts. One of my roommates knew about him and his gay bashing. They all wanted to knock him down a peg or two. I was so wanting to get him. We came up with a plan. We told Elliot about the girl that was going to be at the house for a party that was 'easy'. We knew how much of a player he was so it was so easy to get him over to the house. Once he was there we made it seem like he was the first to arrive. We should his drink and after he drank his second one it was very easy getting him down to the basement. He settled a little as we removed his clothes before securing him in the sling. We waited as the G we aimed his drink with wore off. He was still a little out of it as we administered a shot of tri-mix to his cock to make sure he was hard as steel, then tied off his upper arm preparing him for his first slam. Once he seemed to comprehend what was going on I asked him if he was ready to be our bitch. He thrashed about against his restraints yelling for us to release him. We just laughed as a piece of exercise band was tired tightly to his upper arm warning him that he best keep still or risk serious injury as we made sure he saw the needle that was about to go into his arm. He turned his arm as he laid there in the sling still as instructed. It turned me on as I watched the great Elliot Warner Ray, the guy who tormented me throughout my senior year about to be reduced to a Tina bitch! As the point wasted his vein you could see the look of horror in his eyes. With the flash of his blood in the chamber my cock twitched, as the plunger was pushed and the entire .5 slam was pushed into his blood system a small bit of precum oozed out my piss slit, and when the tourniquet was removed and Elliot began to cough I readied myself to take his neg virgin ass. As I stepped up between his legs one of my roommates sprinkled some Tina in my loved covered cock informing me that this was done when they took my virginity. I looked at our victim as I placed the tip of my cock against his hole. I really liked what I saw as I looked down at Elliot. His pupils were dark and as large as saucers. His protests were no more as the tip of my cock slipped into his hole. A sight moan escaped his lips as I sank in deeper, the Tina on my cock tearing into the delicate tissue of his ass. I pushed in balls deep getting a slight yelp from him, a mix of pain with the pleasure he was going to learn to enjoy by the time we were finished. I held my cock still inside him waiting to judge his reaction. I could see the confusion in his eyes, a confusion between 'I'm strait' and 'Damn this feel so good' as I face his hard cock a squeeze to help him make up his mind. I knew which side won as he began to (seemingly) involuntarily began to wiggle his ass. I pulled my cock back a bit before trusting back in eliciting a definite pleasurable moan from Elliot. I then asked him if he was starting to enjoy my gay dick in his strait ass (mirroring what he has said to me when he forced me to suck his cock, he'd look down at me asking if I enjoyed his strait cock I my gay mouth). He didn't say a word as I began to work up to a good rhythm. I didn't want this fuck to last too long knowing my roommates were waiting for their turn. As I really got going I leaned in wanting to let my former high school bully who I was and that I was about to breed him like he has done to so many at our high school. I looked him in the eye and medical told him, putting on a good build, growing out my hair and with contacts he never recognized who I was. I gave him a clue when I added that I bet he'd recognize me if I was on my knees with his strait cock I my gay mouth. I could see the wheels spinning as he figured out that I was the fag he bullied all last year I high school. I could feel my balls begin to tighten up and knew I was about to blue my dirty cum inside the strait boy. I closed my eyes and let Elliot know that although my first load was going into his ass, I'd give him an opportunity to swallow my next load. Then I shouted out 'FUCK' as I slammed in balls deep and shot a 2 weeks worth load deep inside as I pooped passed his third ring. I could tell he felt every Siam of my cock as I looked deep into his eyes. I face him a kiss he wasn't prepared for as his lips were slightly parted and my tongue forced into his mouth. What surprise me was how he seemed to instinctively accept my kiss. When the kids broke it looked like there was a change in his brain as my semi-hard cock slipped from his ass. I moved aside to let one of my roomies take his turn as I moved up to Elliott's head with my cock covered in his has juices and some of my cum. I placed it choose to his lips as someone released his hands. Once his hands were free he grabbed my ass and pulled me in sui he could get his first taste of cock. I leaned my head back as he took my rod sub to the root. His talent surprised me and I could tell mine wasn't the first cock gee ever sucked. As his ass got fucked he brought life back to my tool. As he was about to take his second load in his hole I was getting ready to feed him my second load. I heard my roommate grunt as he deposited his sperm deep I his bowel. This sent me over the edge. I decided not to warn him of my eminent orgasm, but it was clear to me he didn't want me to pull out as he kept his hands on my ass. I looked at Elliot as I vent my balls boil over and my cum began to flow into his mouth. He hungrily swallowed every drop I fed him. As the next roomie slid his Tina covered cock in I asked Elliot 'What the fuck?' He let me know that while drunk one night he had experimented with a fraternity brother I college, but thought it wasn't for him, but for some reason he was enjoying everything we were doing to him as he grabbed his hard cock adding that he never hit this hard with his frat brother. I hadn't the heart to tell him about the tri-mix we injected into his cock to make sure he was hard. Elliot took 3 to 4 load in his ass from each of us and a couple more down his throat....did we just turn this strait boy gay?
    2 points
  6. The Hitch-Hiker (Part 1 – Daniel) It was in late fall. I was driving down the interstate without a route in my mind, without any directions. I was looking for the right guy. He shouldn’t be too tall as I liked my toys around 170 cm. Not taller. He should be skinny as I want to be able to move his body around when we are in action. He should be young, preferably a twink with no body hair at all. While 18 years would be great, certainly no one older than 21. It was around 6:00 PM and it was getting dark already and so I chose to close the books for today and head home, when I saw a blonde angel sitting on his huge backpack at the side of the road and holding a handwritten sign with the single word '‘Portland’. I slowed my car down and slid the window down on the passenger’s seat. “Hey there,” the guy said politely, adding “Going north…. ?” He looked very tired. “Well, I can give you a ride for a while, though I won’t drive to Portland,” I explained. “That’s rocking. Any distance will help," he replied, not moving from the passenger’s side, presumably awaiting my instructions. I got out of my car and, opening the trunk of my car, said "Here, put your backpack in here, and then hop into the car." He turned to his backpack. I could feel my cock growing while he was bending down and trying to lift it from the ground. His tight blue jeans showed slipped down a bit and showed part of his ass. I wanted to rip his clothes off right then and there, but instead I helped him lift the stuff into my trunk. After we both got into the car and fastened our seatbelts I started the engine and we drove off. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Daniel. And yours?" “My friends call me 'Scorpion',” I replied with a grin. He chuckled, saying "I like that," as he added "“Nice to meet you, Scorpion and thanks for giving me a ride.” He gave me a broad smile, flashing his perfect set of teeth. “How long had you been waiting on the side of the road?" “Man, forever, it seems. I had trouble with my girlfriend. We had a huge fight and then she kicked me out of the car, the stupid bitch,” he complained. “Yeah, I know what you mean. I am slightly older than you, but women can be bitches in all decades.” “Well, thanks to you, at least I'm one step closer to getting home," he commented. “Living still at home with your parents?” I asked. Daniel nodded. We kept on talking for a while. Daniel mentioned me he had just celebrated his 18th birthday with the slut of his girlfriend and now he was heading home from this bad vacation. “Would you hand me the water bottle from the back seat?” I asked him suddenly. “Sure” he replied and unfastened his seat belt trying to fetch my bottle from the seat behind. That way I could almost smell his ass cunt, and, as the seat of his jeans slid down, the upper reaches of his butt cheeks were clearly visible. Having retrieved the bottle,he turned around and gave me the water. “You’re thirsty?” I asked. He nodded but told me, that his bottle was in the backpack and that one was in the trunk. I suggested he look around, that there should be another bottle some where in the back seat. I knew there was one left, since I had spiked it with GHB. Again Daniel made his way to show me the moon. My cock was already bulging out dangerously. He opened the water bottle and didn’t seem to register that he didn’t hear the obvious ‘click’ from a sealed bottle. He swallowed a few sips and we continued talking casually. I started to drink from my water bottle again and animated Daniel to drink some more water too. After a while I realized, that Daniel was getting sleepy I slowed down the car speed. It appeared he had drunk about half of the bottle of spiked water. I wanted him to be conscious, but helpless. I hoped he didn’t drink too much. The open bottle in his hand dropped to his crotch and spilled on his jeans. I pulled over into an apparently little used parking lot and stopped the car. There were no other cars in sight. I grabbed the bottle out of the boy's crotch and asked him if he was okay. He wasn’t barely even able to open his eyes, but he saw the mess he produced. “Oh no…. I am sorry mate….. I am just so tired. I don’t know what…..” he mumbled. “No big deal” I replied and added, that it was only water. Still I told him I needed to dry the mess, since the water was already reaching his seat. He nodded solemnly, but didn’t reply and so I took a hand towel I had deliberately placed on the driving console, and wiped Daniel’s crotch, giving his dick a good groping. He moaned and tried to focus on me, but was not able to show great resistance. “Spread your legs, so I can reach the seat” I instructed him. He did, but I didn’t care about the seat. I was, however, very interested in the guy's crotch. It was time. I threw the towel aside and massaged Daniel’s dick unashamedly through his jeans and started opening his buttons. He moaned softly, but didn’t open his eyes anymore. “Got you,” I murmured as I turned back and re-started the engine. I wanted to reach the nearest possible abandoned place, and, as I knew the area very well, I already had a good spot in mind. I glanced at my drowsing new toy and thought ‘The Scorpion is about to sting again'.
    1 point
  7. Picture it. 2005. My spouse and I, 20 years of togetherness. Both of us are HIV neg. We bareback each other, and are generally monogamous except for when we play together (or on my occasional side trysts to the ABS or sex grounds at the local park). Anyhow, we were on vacation In Hawaii, specifically in Oahu. Vacation means, well, vacation. On the occasions I can get my usually-very-vanilla-husband to do anything different, vacation can be a good time, especially as we are both more relaxed when away from home. I’m definitely the kinkier, and likely the hornier of the two of us, so I had done my research. In the past when traveling we've visited sex clubs in New York, Prague, Hong Kong, and Dallas, but on this occasion, when driving across Oahu, I suggested we stop at an adult bookstore in Wahiawa about which I had read interesting reviews. As it was mid-day, I thought it might be a long shot, but as the place was quite literally on our route around the island, there wasn't any downside to stopping in. Upon entering the place we found the typical ABS set up: a register with some retail shelves up front, and in back there was a small hallway off of which was a line of doors for each of the numerous individual viewing booths. The place was small and clean, but it was empty. So we waited. After some time we heard some movement and the soundtrack from a video emanating from the only occupied booth. So we waited so more. After some more time, I was getting bored, especially knowing we had a relatively busy day planned, so I suggested to my spouse "Hey, why don’t we go into adjoining booths, and I’ll blow you through the glory hole in between the two booths?" He liked that idea, probably because I don't usually particularly enjoy sucking his dick as he almost never comes that way, so it turns-out feeling too much like work, or sort of like what I imagined foreplay with a woman would be like. In any event I don't often blow him, but under the circumstances it seemed like the best way to salvage the visit, and, after all, fair is fair. He goes in the booth at the end of the hall, and I slip into the next one, still no one in sight. I scrape the chair out of my way and I’m down on my knees. He unzips, pulls his flaccid dick out, puts his crotch to the hole. Mine for the taking. I hear him pressing buttons trying to find a video he likes. I don’t care what’s on my screen. There’s a gay movie on and the moaning and sex sounds are perfect. God I love these places. My bf likes to be blown slow, especially at first. So I fondle his dick. I smell it. I take his balls in my palm and pull forward on his dick, nuzzling it with my nose and making it grow. As his shaft lengthens, I can get the head in my mouth, ever so gently. I go to work on that spot on the underside, right where the head, the shaft, and the hole all come together. No man can resist that. I swirl my tongue around it and feel his erection fill out fully hard. Now I can really get that dick wet. I wrap my teeth with my lips and slide all the way down, getting it slippery with spit. He’s not a big pre-cummer my bf. So I bang the back of my throat a little as I’m gently going up and down on it. I want some of my throat snot to get things really viscous. His dick is getting harder, wetter, and more into a rhythm going in and out of my mouth. Oh yeah we are getting somewhere. . . Not too long and I get a little light flash in the corner of my eye. I hear a door behind me close and the partition superstructure shake. I pull off my bf’s dick to look. There behind me in the glory hole to the booth on the other side of mine is this face. HOLY FUCK. It’s this jarhead face. Gone in a second. FUCK MAN! HOT SOLDIER BOY. There are some sort of barracks near here aren’t there? My heart skipped a beat. That haircut never lies. I imagine one of dozens of tumblr pictures - a soldier boy, in the desert, waving a gun, dick out, friend taking a pic of it. FUCK man THINK FAST. Hot solider in the booth next to me. C’MON FAST!! Boyfriend’s spit shiny junk is in my hand, with my spit dripping down the hair on his balls. I let go with a squeeze. Stand up. Drop my shorts. Turn around. Put my ass at the hole and I trace down it with his dick. He loves my ass. This’ll distract him. And I just want to SEE the soldier. Just a peek. I’m feeling his hand on my ass. Boyfriend took that hint. He’s caressing it. Spreading my cheeks. I’m bending over to look in the glory hole beyond. UNF. I feel a hot breath on my hole. BF loves sticking tongue in me. Makes me a little squirrelly, so we don’t do it that often. My focus is across the way anyhow. I see movement. He’s too close to see his face again. And it’s dark. Bless whoever designed this place. Perfect size. I have my ass at one hole and my face at the other. I hook a finger through, and try to look up. FUCK I feel my spouse’s tongue in my ass. But the soldier . . . unzipping his pants . . . hand goes in . . .wrestles out his already hard dick. It is maybe seven inches, curves up, reminds me of my cousin's (that's a different story). My mouth waters. HOT DAMN He puts it through the hole, downy covered nuts and all. I stroke down it with my hand. Powder soft and dry. Once. Twice. Watch it bob. I find that spot between his balls where his juices originate and work a finger up up the underside of his shaft. Fuck yes! A huge drop of precum appears. So tempting to eat. But I rub it around the mushroom head. It makes his dick dance and quiver. Slippery. Musky. Ready to suck. I start going down on the shaft and HUH there's my partner's dick pressing at my backdoor. My mind swoons with dick sensation overload. I rarely get fucked, and never starting bent over like this. NEVER have though a glory hole. Have I ever been spit roasted? Brace yourself! Think about the dick in your mouth! Dont lose rhythm! Fuck! He pushes into my ass. The pain! Ah, but the smell of the dick in front of me. I'm trying to flex and relax both, letting the dick work into my ass. My own dick is rock hard bobbing around, drooling webs of precum all over the place. "Some pig", it might spell out on the floor. Here I am on vacation, mid day, in a booth in the dark, with my bf's cock in my ass, and a soldier's in my mouth. And I want cum from both. I am getting into a rhythm with the dick stroking in and out of my ass. My mouth stroking up and down on the dick in front of me. You know how there’s blowing a dick, and then there’s blowing a dick to cumpletion? I mean in my experience there is a point where you know the dick in your mouth can cum that way. When it starts juicing? When the hips start bucking? I knew that soldier was going to feed me his load. When - damn - suddenly no dick in my ass and <poke poke> my bf is poking me on the ass cheek with his finger. I do NOT want to lose momentum on the dick in front of me. But reluctantly, I pull off and turn around to ask my spouse “What?!” My ass is there at the solider’s side. “There’ rub it against that” is what I was thinking. Up to this point I’d swapped plenty of glory hole head, but never fucked through one. UNF the soldier slides his dick right in me. HOLY FUCK A STRANGE DICK UP MY ASS BAREBACK. I push back on it. Rock hard 20 something soldier dick. Inside me. Not what I’d planned. I wince and hide what’s going on from my bf’s view. He would FREAK at a stranger’s raw dick inside me. “I can’t cum this way,” my boyfriend says. “I am going to rinse off.” “Is it dirty?” I ask. “No,” he replies. “But you know me. This is too much.” Vanilla is as vanilla does. “Okay, I’ll go next,” I say. And he’s out his booth door. I hadn’t even focused on the soldier cock stroking in and out of me. I squeeze my ass and look over my shoulder. His fingers are grasping the top of the partition between us for leverage. He’s speeding up, hitting it harder. My thoughts are filled with his flared mushroom head wondering if it’d swell up get hard and red before he shoots? I was thinking of his precum in the back of my throat climbing up out my nose, now in my ass making it slick making it ready. Use that hole man. He gets louder louder UHNN UHHN I press back hard willing it wanting it. UHHNN UHHN He STOPS. I feel the twitch. My ass goes from lubed to wet. I feel the fluid filling me. FUCK! First time . . . a stranger unloading in my ass. Should I be scared? Guilty? UHHN he rocks it back and forth making me feel it squish - his dick in its own ejaculate. Rapidly softening he slips it out of me. Fuck! What have I done? My spouse is coming back in like a minute and I . . . Standing there with my legs shaking, my dick is a sticky mess I haven’t touched it, but there’s plenty of lube. In ten strokes I push a finger from my other hand in my hole and feel the soldier’s load there. I BLAST one of the largest loads of my life onto the laminate partition wall. It trails down and pools on the floor. I said this place was clean. Too bad. I hope it’s still there for the next guy. Maybe the clerk will come lick it up? There’s my bf’s face at the hole. “C’mon, let’s go.” “I’m coming! Just a sec. Let me clean up a little here . . .” On the way out, he says to me, “ Hey did you hear that one guy cumming? Someone was having fun.” He has no idea.
    1 point
  8. Wondering how many people who bareback or bug chase suffer from depression? I do, and my psychiatrist thinks this may be related. As in risk taking behavior/self destructive. Unrelated but interesting/hot, his husband barebacks behind his back....so there's that too. Ran into him in a bathhouse and had some fun.
    1 point
  9. I was working for one of those urban life magazines when my editor gave me an assignment that changed my life in so many ways. He wanted an article on the "new phenomenon" of bug chasing. Specifically, he wanted to tell our shrinking number of readers what would cause people do actively seek HIV infection. Even I knew that this was nothing new and had been going on for years. I could have asked why he didn't choose one of the gay guys on staff to write it, but I also knew the magazine was in financial trouble. Saving my job was a priority. So, I took the assignment without protest. My girlfriend was out of town on an extended work assignment eliminating the need to explain what I was going to be doing. So, I Googled bug chasing, found some background information and web sites which eventually led me to a club downtown called Positively Fourth Street. I assumed it was named for the old Bob Dylan song, but this place had nothing to do with Dylan. I began hanging out there trying to interview self described bug chasers. I spent the next few weeks chasing them, trying to get their stories. Frankly, most guys wouldn't talk to me, and the handful of guys who would didn't have anything to say that I hadn't read online. Plus I was wading through an incredible amount of bullshit from guys who only wanted to talk about being pozed and were no action. I had hoped to find someone who had gone through or was going through this experience who would tell me why and shed some insight on their hopes and fears. My plan was to feature one or two guys and tell their stories. However, I just couldn't find that connection. Then one night, I was sitting at the bar when this guy walked in. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was incredibly handsome. His tight jeans and t-shirt showed off his rippling muscles. Frankly, he looked like a Greek God. To my surprise, he sat down next to me. I considered myself straight, but that kind of went out the window. Introducing ourselves, I learned his name was Eric. Desperate for a story to write, I blurted out my mission. Eric listened attentively and then told me he was not a chaser, but rather the opposite: he was an HIV positive top. He continued, telling me a lot of things including erotic tales of his experiences that set my heart pounding, and not out of discomfort, but rather out of a desire to be share his experiences in some (perhaps) surreptitious manner. I did not want to see myself having sex with him, but, on the other hand, I had no doubt he was, in some degree, coming on to me. His HIV status, of course, gave me additional pause, but I knew the virus could not be transmitted through voyeurism. As Eric continued, his stories took on a somewhat dark hue (perhaps enhanced by the alcohol we were downing) and he intimated he was could infect anyone, anytime through a combination of technique and what he called his "massive viral load". As he talked, he drummed his fingertips on the bar. I immediately noted that he had filed them down to sharp points. He told me they "helped prime a bottom's plumbing", which meant nothing to me at the time. He told me he was "pozzing" a guy the next night at his apartment, and he invited me to watch, saying he was sure I would learn a great deal for my article. He told me the guy would be willing and able to provide information on the whole experience. My cock was tumescent at the thought of seeing watching Eric have sex, and my sense of caution went out the window. Some chances only come once in a lifetime, or so I temporized. It probably didn't hurt Eric's hand chanced brushed my crotch, and that when he stood up to leave, he was jostled by a guy climbing onto his bar stool, and Eric's crotch chanced to press against my thigh. In retrospect I think he might have been semi-erect - or was it wishful thinking on my part? In short, I accepted his offer and jotted down his address. The next day, at 8:00 P.M., heart pounding, I found myself ringing is doorbell. Eric answered the door buck fucking naked. I was totally caught off guard by this and had a hard time regaining my composure. I was absolutely overwhelmed by his physical presence. Although I struggled to keep my eyes off his cock, it was a loosing battle. He was built like the proverbial shit house: a thick bush, low hanging, veiny balls, a long, thick, uncut cock that never hung quite down, as did cocks in my (admittedly limited) experience, but it sort-of arched out from his body. Man, I thought, this is unfucking real. My cock started to throb in my jeans. Explaining he had just gotten out of the shower, he bade me to make myself comfortable while he completed preparing for the 'fuck-fest', to use his words. He disappeared back into another room. I sat down in front of a TV showing an all male porn film in which a series of incredibly muscular guys had very physical sex. I was surprised by how erotic I found this. My dick did not return to its normal, flaccid state. Within a few minutes Eric came out in a short robe and sat next to me to watch the video. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his cock push out of his robe as it grew to 10, thick inches. I spent the next half hour with one eye on the TV and the other on Eric's dick. What had I gotten myself into? Eric and I had a couple of drinks while we waited. Finally he said that it looked like his friend wasn't going to show. He told me that he was really horny (no kidding). He asked me, no, he told me to suck his cock. I started to say I was straight, but he put his hand on the back of my head. I can't say he forced my head down because I offered no resistance. A few seconds later I was sucking and licking his cock. I couldn't seem to stop myself. The smell, taste, texture and intimacy of the experience was wild beyond anything I had before experienced. After a few minutes he told me we were going in the bedroom. I just let him lead me in there. I don't remember undressing, but I ended up naked, on my back, on his bed. Facing my crotch, he straddled my face. I eagerly continued my work on his magnificent cock, balls and even found myself sliding my tongue in his ass crack. He was clearly enjoying the attention: not only did his cock not loose any rigidity, but drops of pre-cum were sporadically oozing out of his cock head. His pre-cum was fascinating: slick, salty and sweet at the same time. He started touching me all over and then leaning forward, began loading my asshole with lube, using hard, sharp, sometimes painful thrusts. I could literally feel myself being opened up. I knew what he intended, and so said 'no' to each of his several entreaties "hey, man, I've gotta slip my cock in your hole," but persistence and lust won out over logic, and, when he assured me he'd pull out if I asked him to, I acquiesced. To be sure, however, I told him there was no way i was going to let him shoot his load in me. He just kind of smiled as he positioned me on all 4s. He pushed some more lube inside my hole, and, generously lubing his cock, coaxed his way inside. It hurt like hell at first - pain the likes of which I had (not surprisingly), never before experienced. But after a few minutes of superficial penetration, my ass opened-up, and I guess my ass juices began flowing. Pain morphed into pleasure, and pleasure morphed into ecstasy as somewhere in there he began to hit my prostate. I found myself begging for more. The experience was like nothing I had ever experienced: was I going to piss myself or was I going to blow a load? I honestly didn't know, (and in some measure, didn't care), but I did know I now understood why so many guys loved anal sex. Eric mostly kept up a nice slow pace while he slid his rod in and out of my hole, alternately teasing my asslips and torturing my prostate when he slid all the way in. I tried to listen for any moans or changes in his breathing that would signal an orgasm, but I heard (or didn't want to hear) any tell-tale signs. His hands were all over me, a few times reaching around to pinch my tits really hard when he sped-up his pounding, but then letting-up as he slowed down. I didn't really want him to stop but was prepared to tell him "no mas" at the first sign he was going to cum in me. While all this was happening my mind was racing. I felt that I was experiencing all the terror, emotions, and pleasure that someone taking his first positive load could conceivably experience. I tried to make mental notes of everything I was experiencing, but I must admit my brain was quite befuddled by the overwhelming impact of the turn of events, and, of course, Eric's cock sliding in and out of me. After a really long time, perhaps twenty minutes or so, he said he had some things to tell me. He told me that he could stay hard and fuck for an hour or more. He said he could cum and not make a sound. Then he told me something I was really not ready to hear. He told me he had already cum in me twice. Then he said "here cums the third load." Before I could react, Eric's right hand moved to my shoulder and pushed me face down into the mattress. His left arm tightened around my hips. Then he rammed me hard a couple of times and moaned very loud. I felt his cock seem to vibrate and then felt the hot liquid fly into me. I guessed that having my nipples pinched had masked the first two loads. However, there was no mistaking what he had done this time. I was overwhelmed with terror. How could he do this to me? Eric collapsed on top of me, his semi-hard cock plugging my ass, keeping his cum in me. I asked him why he had pozzed me. He told me that my "friends at the bar" had hired him to do it. They told him that I wanted it. They said I'd make up some story about why I hung out in the bar, but that he should ignore it. I was surprised he would do this for money. He told me he was paid quite well. He called himself a 'poztitute'. He told me he had cut me up inside with his fingernails, and there was no doubt his bugs were already in my blood. He told me he liked me and said I could stay the night. I locked myself in the bathroom for a long time. I needed time to get my head around all that had happened. I tried to force his cum out of me somehow, but very little dripped out, and what did was mixed with my blood. When I finally came out of the bathroom, the apartment was dark, and he was snoring. I thought about it for a bit, and finally slipped into bed with him. He later fucked me two more times, cumming multiple times. Early that morning I dressed and went home. When my girlfriend got back to town, I broke up with her. I told her I met someone else. I hated hurting her, but I just couldn't take the chance of infecting her. What I subsequently learned was the fuck flu hit me about a month and a half after my night with Eric. My subsequent HIV blood test was positive. I wrote the article about my experience as though I had interviewed someone else. It was the best thing I ever wrote, but the magazine went out of business before it was published. I work for a public relations firm now. I haven't had sex since all this happened, but I think I'm ready to get out there. There are some big-talking, no-action guys at a certain bar for whom I have certain gifts. Paybacks are a bitch.
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  10. I told myself I would just look, I always tell myself that. It was Friday night and I was online. Barebackrt always manages to get me in trouble and just when I was starting to be good again. I sorted through several messages and prospected fucks before coming across one that looked promising. The guy was a little bigger, but not fat, and he had a huge, thick cock. In his message, he asked me if I wanted to come play with him and a friend. He said they would get me high on g and t and fuck me all night. I had promised myself that I wouldn't party anymore, especially not a few days before class and since I had a loving (and in his mind), monogamous boyfriend now. We continued to exchange messages and eventually my slutty side won out when he mentioned how much he wanted me to be a whore and to watch me take several guys' raw cocks and cum. I was on my way to his apartment within minutes. I arrived at his apartment just as the other guy (his friend who he had mentioned) was leaving. I was a little disappointed as this guy was hot but by this point I was in slut mode and just wanted to get high and take dick. I immediately took off my clothes (the guy told me later what a turn on this was for him) and took some g. We started smoking a little while the guy (William) played with my hardening dick and told me what a slut he wanted me to be. This, along with the drugs, made me horny enough to try to ride his thick, 8.5" dick. It took some work but I managed to ride him while he lay on his back. He eventually lifted me up and fucked me doggy (my favorite) while taking breaks to message other guy's online with invitations to use my ass. I wont lie, his dick was painful to take, but it was a good pain and I was in heat. His phone rang and he stopped fucking me to answer it. He hung up and said "A guy is here to fuck you, put your ass in the air and get ready for him." I did as I was told, positioning my self so my ass was in the air facing the door. The guy came in, undressed, and immediately slid his raw dick in my ass. His was definitely easier to take and I was glad I had been stretched out a bit before. The guy wasn't exactly attractive, but he was passing and he had a decent dick that he fucked me with so I was happy. While he pumped away, William watched and told me what a good slut I was. He started taking pictures which really turned me on. The current top pushed me down from my knees so I was laying face down on the bed. He held my face down and fucked me hard, whispering in my ear "I'm going to breed your ass." He started fucking faster and I could feel his balls, thick with cum now, slapping against my ass. He told me he was going to breed me and William urged him on, "Breed his ass." He shot his load up me with a grunt, my first one of the night. He got dressed and left with a thank you and a slap on the ass. William's phone buzzed and he told me that the next guy was already here, "get back in position." I did as I was told again, but this time I had a load in me. The next guy was hot. He was from the Midwest with blond hair, a hot, worked out body, and a nicely sized dick. He took off his clothes and walked over to admired my loaded ass. "He just took a load before you got here," William told him. "Nice," he said as he teased my wet hole with his finger. He slid his ass up my cum-filled hole; his dick felt amazing. It was the perfect size. I moaned like a little bitch as he started fucking me, rhythmically pushing his dick in and out. While he fucked me doggy on the bed I reached around to grab his muscled arms, pushing into his cock as he fucked me. He slid out of me and William immediately shoved his thick cock in, it still hurt but I took it anyway with a slight gasp which quickly turned into moans as he pounded my hole. As he fucked me I noticed that there were 2 other guys in the room now as well, getting undressed. William slid out of me and I moved my ass back into position for the next guy. He was a hot, straight-acting, surfer guy with an amazing dick and this, low-hanging balls. His chest was smooth and tight. He fucked slid his cock in my wet hole and began fucking me like the others. The guy from the Midwest positioned his cock in front of me and I sucked on it while taking the other guy's dick. The surfer guy turned me over and fucked me with my legs in the air and over his shoulders. I wanted to kiss him so bad but he turned away when I tried. I reached down and felt his smooth balls slapping against my ass and his raw dick pumping in and out of my slutty hole. He grabbed my feet and spread my legs in the air as he fucked me, hold my feet. I looked down at his amazing dick fucking my hole. So fucking, hot. I wanted his hot ball sac to unload up me so badly. The second guy to come in started fucking Midwestern guy on the bed next to me. I love getting fucked while listening to another bottom moan next to me. Such a fucking turn on. William continued taking pictures and telling the other guys to fuck me. He told the surfer guy to breed me. He started fucking me more intensely, throwing me over so I was flat on my stomach again and shot his load up my cunt. My second load, I couldn't be happier. He lay on top of me as his balls unloaded into my ass, I reached back and felt them pulse. My ass was definitely wet now. Watching me get bred got the top who had been fucking Midwestern guy really horny, he pulled out and came over to shove his cock in my warm, wet hole. He had a long, curved dick and he fucked hard and fast. My ass must have felt great with the warm cum in it because he came within a couple of minutes. He shot a huge load and I could feel cum leaking out and down my balls as he pulled out. Midwestern guy was up next, he had me lay on my back with my legs in the air as he admired my cum-drenched hole. He slowly teased his hole with his dick, pushing it in and out of the opening to my hole gently. I moaned with pleasure and he rammed his dick in hard, pounding away at my hole. I could feel the cum running down and out of my ass as he fucked me. I reached down to feel his shaft which was slick with thick cum. He pumped me hard for several minutes as I moaned and told him how good his dick felt. I will admit, his felt the best by far. He finally shot his load in me, adding up to a total of 4. William gave me the last load and for once, with all the cum in me, his dick barely hurt at all. He had a huge load for me too. After that, everyone started picking up to leave and I decided to head back home too. My ass was full of cum as I sat down at my computer once I got home and logged onto Barebackrt.
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  11. the rest stop is real, everything else is... I’m a senior in college, play baseball and am deeply closeted. For a few years, I’ve stopped at a rest stop near the airport for some under the stall fun, knowing I’m far away from anyone who’ll recognize me. On a few occasions, I’ve even gone to a truck with a trucker to suck him off in privacy. I’ve never gone further then sucking, even when some of the truckers have wanted my ass. Some have even offered me money, but I’ve been too scared. One Sunday afternoon, I was fooling around on a cruising/hook-up app when a message popped up. I looked at the picture and the guy had no face pic, but the body picture was nice. I opened the message and was kind of shocked by what it said. “That was a really hot blow job you gave me a couple nights ago.” I looked and reread the message again, shocked that a message this direct and revealing was coming to me. I responded back, “Think you got me mixed up with someone else.” Few minutes went by with no response, and I was thinking the guy had been too ashamed to respond. Finally, just as I had put the message aside, I got another notice of a message, from the same guy. Thinking it’d be a simple, “My bad” response I opened the message. The words in the message chilled me to the bone. “No, you stupid punk. You sucked my cock, in my truck at the rest stop on I-5, near the airport. We started under the stall, you in the middle one, me in the handicap stall.” I again read and reread the message, thinking to myself that I had sucked a guy off in his truck the other night, and it had started in the restroom. I had never had a public/anonymous hook-up find me online. I tried to play it off and replied back that he might have mistaken me for someone else. Few minutes later, another reply. “No boy, it was you. Gray sweater, Cal Bear logo front, hoody. Jeans and green running shoes. We went to my truck where you sucked my cock. You begged me to let you swallow my load. When I touched your ass, you shoved my hand away and said you don’t get fucked. Sound familiar yet? Or do you need to see your lips wrapped around my cock?” The fear jumped from a six to about 12 when he described exactly what had happened, down to the color of my shoes. What terrified me most was that he implied there was a picture of me sucking him. I responded back, “What the hell is going on?” Ten minutes of silence and I was in a panic. Finally he responded, “What’s going on is I want a piece of that hot boy ass you got or the video of you sucking me, begging for my load and swallowing it like it was the last drink you’d ever get accidentally pops on Xtube.” Immediately after the message came an image alert. I accepted the picture and I see my face, very clearly, with my lips wrapped around the cock. A second file comes through, this one of an audio file. My stomach turns to rock as I hear myself begging, “Give me your load. Let me swallow it.” I’m almost in tears, terrified of what this means. I respond back, “What do you want?” He replies, “I told you I want that ass of yours. I want those tight ass lips stretched around my cock. It’s your choice boy, your ass is mine either way.” I looked at his response and tried to figure out what I could do. After realizing there was no way out, I responded back. “When?” The response was immediate, like he knew he had me. “You’ll be at the rest stop tonight, 9:30 sharp. Wear a jockstrap. Go in the handicap stall. There will be a bag with a couple of items and instructions. Follow the instructions and wait for the next step. Remember, if you’re not there at 9:30, the video goes to Xtube and maybe your coach will get a copy of it also?" End part 1. let me know if you want part 2.
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  12. This story is based on true events that have happened to me... As I entered the hotel room Master Rob was already there waiting for me. He had already set up the sling that I would later be tied into. And on a table next to the sling was several toys and devices. Our agreement was that I would allow him to share me with a group of his friends and he'd provide all the party favors for the night. Master Rob told me to get undressed. I quickly compiled eager to start the play session. Once I was naked in front of him he pulls out a pipe and shows me the huge shards of the substance that would soon be in my body taking away my will and making me beg to be used. He looked at me with an evil grin and said, "you're about to become the perfect slut for me". He knew that while I was nervous, I wanted nothing more than to be transformed into a slut, used like an object for the pleasure of men. Master Rob then held the pipe to my lips and as he started to heat the bowl of Meth. He told me to breath in deeply then exhale slowly. The puffy white smoke filled my lungs, and with each exhale a fluffy cloud came out. I could feel the drug taking its affect on me and at the same time I felt my will leaving me. Master Rob seeing the drug working on me grinned in satisfaction. "Ok, now it's time to clean you out and prepare you for the guests" said Master Rob He the took me into the bathroom where he had installed a shower shot nozzle in the shower. He then put a small amount of lube on the nozzle and after adjusting the water flow inserted it deep into me. I could feel the pressure build inside of me. As it increased Master Rob massaged my stomach. The sensation of his touch combined with the drugs was causing my cock to leak pre cum and I was getting hornier by the minute. After a few minutes of cleaning out Master Rob took me back to the bedroom. I was getting very anxious knowing that it wouldn't be long before I was having loads of cum pumped into my cunt. Master Rob pulled out a pair of leather anklets and had me put them on. The feel of the leather was so sexy. Once I had them on each ankle he directed me into the sling. He adjusted my position so that my ass hung over the edge of the leather sling allowing easy access to any top that would want to use me. Master Rob then clipped a spreader bar to my ankles and using a pulley on the sling stand pulled my legs up with a small rope. He then patted my ass and smiled at me. My mind was racing as I laid in the sling. Then Master Rob walked around to my head. He could see I was still spinning a little. He put a collar on my neck that attached to the sling. It's purpose was to immobilize me thus making me helpless. There, now we're getting somewhere, said Master Rob. The guests will start arriving in about ten minutes, we need to get you spun up and ready to please them, said Master Rob. With that he again put the pipe to my lips and heated the bowl. Like before he told me to breathe in the white smoke then slowly exhale. After several big hits I was flying high. But Master Rob wanted me completely tweeked. He also knew that with each hit all I could do was get hornier and hornier. Master Rob seeing in my eyes that my control had totally been taken away moved back to my ass. I was moaning and could feel my ass hole twitching. I begged Master Rob to put something, anything into my ass. But he laughed at me and said patience slave your ass will get plenty of use in due time. Then I felt Master Rob sliding a hose deep into my ass. I loved the sensation of something going into me. Then he started pumping a lever and filling my ass with a thick lube. The Meth was really kicking in at this point all I could think about as I laid there being prepared for use was how much I wanted it, how much I wanted to be used, to be a cum receptacle. Then I felt Master Rob putting a leather cock ring around my cock and balls. I started to breathe fast as the sensation of my cock and balls in bondage came over me. I was leaking precum a lot and Master Rob liked it. Then as I laid there moaning, touching my hyper sensitive balls and cock Master Rob placed a bottle of strong poppers under my nose and told me to inhale and exhale slowly. After a few huffs of the poppers I was floating and relaxed. It was then that Master Rob started to slide a thick dildo into my ass. I started to shudder with pleasure and thanked Master Rob for putting something in me. It felt incredible. The dildo was huge. Master Rob knew I was an experienced bottom who could start big. The dildo Master was using was 14 inches long and as fat as a coke can. I soon felt it reach my second sphincter. Master held it there with a firm pressure. Then he made me huff the poppers again and within seconds of huffing on the poppers Master Rob pushed the 14 inch dildo home. I was in ecstasy. It felt so deep and stretched my pussy so wide. Then even though I thought I couldn't take anything else up my ass Master Rob popped an egg vibrator into me. He Used his fingers to position the egg right onto my prostate. Once there he turned it on, it sent shivers throughout my body. Between the dildo, the vibrator and the Meth and poppers I was totally under his control now. All I wanted was cock in me, toys in me fists anything that would open me up. My eyes were rolling back in my head from pleasure. Then the doorbell rang. I knew the night was just getting started.
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  13. FEELING LOW, FEELING HIGH (How Low Will I Go . . . continued) Well there was no surprise what happened about a week later: I woke up feeling like shit. Worse than shit. I was sweaty and feverish and achy all over. Yup, the fuck flu was beginning to kick my ass. Despite the fatigue, I had enough mental brain power to do a little calendar calculation in my head. I supposed it is possible that taking all of those loads from the AIDS patients at the hospice could infect me severely enough to kick in after a week. Could it? Part of me was still thinking (and maybe hoping) that it was from that first day, with that first skinny wasting man who passed me off at the bathhouse. I knew my 'hope' was a little stupid - it could have come from any of them. Or Stu or David. Or a combination. I could be carrying all of their HIV babies all at once! My stomach was rolling and my mind was spinning. Actually, that was the room. I was thinking too hard about it: I had gotten what I wanted. What was next? I really did feel like shit, but my dick was standing at full mast and I was fucking horny, knowing I was finally a part of The Brotherhood. Even though I really didn’t have the energy, I dragged my sickly ass out of bed, cleaned myself up (and out), pulled on a jock strap, a pair of nylon trackies and a tee shirt, then headed out. I wanted to go back to where it all began. So I hopped a cab just outside of my building. The cabbie kept eyeing me in the rear view mirror and after a minute or so kindly asked “You feeling alright, buddy?” “I’m, uh, just a little under the weather,” I replied, "but nothing to worry about. I’m on my way to get a little more . . . medicine.” He dropped me off at the corner and I walked the few doors down to the black door of the hidden bathhouse. I carefully made my way down the stairs, praying that my legs would hold me up all the way down. The same guy was behind the desk and I slipped him the entrance fee. He squinted at me. He knew. “You okay?” he asked. I wondered just what answer was the right one in these circumstances. T o hell with it. “Fuck flu,” I blurted out. Just then out came the first guy from that first time, the frail and sick looking one. He was smiling at me, and his cock stood mighty and hard. “Time to finish what we started,” he said in a husky voice. He didn’t give me time to undress or find somewhere more comfortable to fuck. He simply pulled me around the corner, yanked my pants down and entered my ass, slam-fucking me hard, with only the precum from his big cock as lube. I was too exhausted to make much of a fuss over the discomfort, and besides, it always feels great to have a man up in my hole, even if it was, on occasion, a literal pain in the ass. For such a slight looking man, his hands gripped my hips quite strongly, his bony fingers digging into me while his big bone dug into my greedy fuck hole. He slammed into me hard, really hard, clearly trying to tear me up inside so that he could ensure a clear path of travel for his potent toxic seed to enter into me again. I closed my eyes for a minute, basking in the hypnotic sound of our skin smacking into one another again and again. I could have died right then and there and would have been one happy pig. He pounded my insides to mush, and he was sweating quite a bit and breathing hard, so I knew that it wouldn’t be much longer. His grip on my hips grew painful as he growled like some sort of wounded animal, his cock swelling inside of me and depositing his viral load into me once again, most certainly impregnating me. He remained in side my ass until his cock grew soft and slid out of my wet and sloppy hole on its own accord. Reaching down, the guy reached down and massaged the cum that had leaked out into my swollen and tender ass. I had expected the other guys who had come to watch to step up and take their turns on me but, much to my disappointment, they didn’t. Instead, he pulled my pants back into place and led me out front where he put his clothes on and guided me back the way I’d come. Turning to him I asked “What’s going on?” “I’ve got something special in mind for you,” he replied with an evil glint in his eyes. Well my initial disappointment vanished instantly and my cock sprang back to life. We took our time slowly ascended the stairs up to street level. I think that we both felt like shit, but somehow we both walked unhindered, and he guided me to a nearby park. I had been by here before but usually avoided it, having seen some of the wasted burn-out types who hung out there all the time. After having been used like a whore as I have been lately, I knew now that I was in no position to judge them. It also occurred to me that I still didn’t know the guy's name but I was following him around like a lost puppy. And he seemed to know a lot of the guys we passed. Perhaps he was one of them. I wondered if that was how he got infected, sharing needles or something. “You think you’ve gone down the rabbit hole? ou've only just stepped through the entrance,” he commented, smirking. “I can tell that you are not the type of pig who will be satisfied until you’re completely degraded and trashed.” My mind was telling me that I didn’t like the sounds of that, but I couldn’t ignore the enormous tent sticking out in front of my pants. Damn this thing sometimes! “We could have stayed at the bathhouse and let all of those guys used you again. But let's face it - been there, done that. You need something new, don’t you? Something . . . more? My heart was pounding hard and my breathing was already more of a pant. How did this guy get into my head like that? I just nodded at him, knowing that everything he said about me was right. I would trust that he would know just what it would take to satisfy my inner pig. He finally stopped at a group of some seven guys, all looking really rough and tough. They didn’t look to be homeless, just really sort of seedy looking. I guess they were just hanging out looking for something to do. Or some-ONE. He pulled one guy away and spoke very quietly to him for several minutes. Every so often they would both look over at me, and the man he was talking to would raise his eyebrows sometimes or smirk at me. When they finished whispering, they both looked at me and said, “Let’s go,” and I, along with the others, walked over to a beat up old van at the other end of the park. It was filthy inside and the back had no seats. One of the guys, a big man who was real hairy bear, grabbed hold of me and pulled me to his lap. “Why don’t you sit on me until we get there?” he growled into my ear. I figured ‘Fine, I’m sure his lap is much more comfortable than the floor’, so I smiled at him. “Well go ahead, lose the pants,” he snapped at me. Duh, he really wanted me to sit on him! Also fine by me, so I stood and shucked off my pants, and then straddled his lap, working his already hard cock out of his pants. One load in my hole helped get his fat uncut cock into my hungry hole. And I do mean fat. He wasn’t longer than seven inches, but he had to be more than that around! I fucking loved feeling his cock stretch my hole open wide. I leaned my head back and smiled to myself, not even particularly aware of the other guys watching me. Only his cock and my hole. He started talking to me, so I snapped out of my personal daze and looked at his face. He was actually quite handsome. I have always loved a bear. He didn’t look skinny enough to be a junkie, not that I had much experience. I’ve always been a lightweight when it comes to substances. “You are a good little whore, aren’t ya'?” he asked, adding “Fuck, your ass feels good on my cock. I’m going to enjoy using you plenty,” he growled as he thrust his hips up to get as much of his cock into my hole as was possible. He continued to growl and rut up into my lusting hole, but after a few minutes I tuned into the other guys complaining to him that he was hogging the hole. Evidently they all wanted their turn. “Fine,” he grumbled. “Get off,” he said to me, shoving me off of his still throbbing dick. My friend who had brought me to these guys was sitting up front with the driver and one other man, so that left me in the back with four guys other than the one who had already been in me. Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.... I didn’t have to bother choosing between them, as the first guy nearest me tossed me down to me knees, shuffled on his knees behind me and hammered his dick balls deep inside me. I howled from the shock of it. He wasn’t all that big, but I wasn’t wide open and gaping just yet so my hole needed to adjust to the sudden invasion. “Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he snarled, ramming into me over and over again. He pounded me like this for just a couple of minutes and then I was dragged onto the next guy, and the next and the next. By this time my hole had loosened up good and was feeling really sloppy. Also by this time we had reached our destination. The van stopped and the side door slid wide open, exposing me in all of my nakedness to anyone who might pass by. The man who I now recognized as the leader of the group (and the driver of the van) grabbed my clothes from the floor of the van and just nodded his head in the direction of the house where we were parked. Luckily as I peeked out I couldn’t see any other houses in close proximity, so I didn’t have to worry about making the naked sprint to the front door. I could feel cum from my first fuck (plus all of their precum and surely some blood) trickling down the insides of my legs as I walked, and my cock got stiffer. Something about feeling cum running down my legs reminds me that I was a whore, which excited me more than ever. They led me down to a rough and unfinished basement, with little in the way of furniture. Or light, for that matter. Just a beat up old sofa, a few folding chairs, and some exposed metal posts and wooden beams. Charming. The leader suddenly grabbed my hands and in a flash, before I could register what was happening, he had me chained to one of the metal posts in the middle of the room. From there he sauntered over to a dark corner where I heard him dragging something. Then he and one of the other guys picked it up -looked to me like they’d build their own fuck bench. Two of the other guys took hold of my legs and lifted me up in the air, which made me feel very much like a frog: arms out in front of me, legs back and splayed, stomach facing down. The fuck bench was slid in place under me and I was set down on top of it. “This’ll be your home until we’re done with you,” the leader said, patting the bench. “Almost all of us have had a turn in you, but not quite. But as none of us have unloaded in you yet, we‘ve got some work ahead of us.” With that, I could hear him unbuckling his pants and saw him kick them off to the side. He entered me and took hold of my hips while he took his time in me. It was a very good fuck, not rough, but not slow and tender either. Just good quality dick in a hungry pig hole. He had stamina, too. He kept it up for a good 20-30 minutes and wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down. Another 10 minutes and he leaned himself down on top of me so he could whisper in my ear. “I just got back from Cuba a couple of months ago. I brought something back with me . . . and it didn't come from the duty-free,” he told me, in a cross between a whisper and a growl, his breath so hot and stimulating against my ear. I felt an instant rush slam through my body. This guy was seriously telling me that he was a carrier of the Cuban strain? I felt a moment of panic, but shoved it down just as quickly. It was what it was. I was a cumwhore, made to take loads - all of them. And I had heard many guys were deliberately seeking out the deadly and untreatable Cuban strain. "Please, fill me with you poison seed!" I yelled. "Come on, knock me up with that toxic cum!!" “Here it cums, slut, my fucking deadly cum going inside you,” he growled in my ear as I felt him tense and his cock expanded and exploded inside me, filling me with his intensely viral seed. My balls exploded at that exact moment, emptying into my mesh jock strap and leaking out in a puddle beneath me. I just dropped my head, moaned through our simultaneous orgasms, and revelled in the entire feeling of freedom and pig sex that had eluded me my entire life. Now I was the way I was meant to be. Over the course of the next couple of hours the guys all had their turns on me, and I learned that they met at a special clinic that was studying the most deadly and untreatable of all HIV strains out there. And they all came together to combine their DNA into some seriously effective and highly toxic strain of HIV. Inside of my body. Yes, the terror was still there, but it didn’t stamp out the sheer lust and thrill that consumed me. I was a bitch in heat now, and no deadly strain was going to stop me from being the biggest cumwhore I could possibly be. The guys actually kept me there for a couple of days, letting me move around freely only long enough to stretch my legs and to rehydrate. No food. I was fucked beyond fucked. My asshole was now a permanently gaping sloppy cavern, and the guys could just dive balls deep into me with not even a flinch from me. I could still feel them inside of me, but I’d been stretched and torn up enough to be able to accommodate anything. But it was that Cuban load that really opened the floodgates to all of the depravity that I experienced over the course of those couple of days. Maybe I’ll get into a little more detail . . .
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  14. I went to Pig Week last year. I had been on PrEP for a while but part of me really wanted to get pozzed. I was sorta playing games with taking my PrEP – only taking it on days I went to the gym or took loads. My doctor wasn't happy about it, but I told him I took at least 4 a week, which is what they say gives you protection. Well, the week before Pig Week was busy and with Thanksgiving and getting stuff done, and I arrived in Ft. Lauderdale having only taken three the week before and none the last two days. Pig Week was scheduled to start on Saturday, but I got there the day before. I wanted to get things started off right with a gangbang in my motel. I billed it as a conversion party and told all the tops to pretend they were toxic, even if they weren't. I figured since I was on PrEP nothing would actually happen. Then again I hadn't taken my pills the last couple days, but that risk sorta turned me on. The gangbang went well. I had over a dozen guys show up I think. Since I was blindfolded I wasn't quite sure. I counted 15 times guys blew their load in my ass, but I'm pretty sure some of those were repeats. Their poz talk got pretty aggressive with the guys standing around egging whoever was fucking me to poz me. They kept going on about how toxic the loads were and that this was the night I was gonna become poz. I loved it and kept begging for their dirty loads telling them to knock me up and poz my hole. After the gangbang I was hungry for more, so I headed to Clubhouse II to take more loads. Stayed there about 3 hours and got 8 more loads. But even after 23 loads, I was hungry for more, so I headed to Slammer where guys loved my cummy hole and dumped 5 more loads in. It was the best night of my life, sexually, and I headed back to the motel on a high. I always take my PrEP before going to bed, so when I got back to the motel I grabbed the bottle and something seemed wrong. It was too light. I opened it and there were no pills inside. Just a note saying "Stop playing games. You clearly want to be poz, so just let it happen." I was a bit numb. There I was with 28 loads of cum in my ass, some of which was probably toxic, and I didn't have any PrEP, and hadn't taken any in a few days. There was nothing I could really do. I'd already paid in advance for most of the vacation. It's not like you can just go into the pharmacy and ask for more Truvada – even if I could get them to fill the script, it's really expensive (it's not like insurance was gonna pay twice for the same meds). But the note was right. I did wanna be poz. So as it all sank in I realized this was the week I was gonna become poz, so I might as well make the most of it. I went to bed pretty conflicted, but also sorta excited. I mean what better week to bug chase than Pig Week? That next week I went to every sex party I could. Basically I was a slut and spent every waking hour hunting for and taking dick and loads. I spent HOURS at the bathhouses. I think I took over 200 loads. I mean I literally let anyone and every one fuck me. A lot of the sex parties were filmed and I made a point of getting my face in as many shots as possible. If I was gonna do this, I was gonna do it right and become a public cumdump. I couldn't exactly say "poz me" in a porn video, so I'd say stuff like "Give me that dirty load", and "Knock me up Daddy!", and "Make me yours…" Some of the tops didn't get what I was trying to say, but a few clearly did. It seemed to really motivate them to dump their load in my ass. I think guys were talking behind my back as well, but I wasn't sure what exactly was being said of me. But I'd have these random guys show up at my door saying "I hear you're taking all loads – I wanna breed you" and then not take no for an answer. The last night this car pulled up as I was getting back to my motel. A hot daddy rolled down the window and said "get in, slut"… I recognized him from a couple of the parties. He'd dumped a few loads in me. I was wiped by this point, but didn't ask questions. I just got in. 15 minutes later we were at someone's house. There were a bunch of cars parked around it. We went in and in one room there was a bed and about a half dozen guys. I recognized all of them from the parties I'd been to, bathhouses, and even 1-on-1s at my room. Then one of the guys told me that one of the tops who was there had been at "my so-called conversion party" and noticed the Truvada in the bathroom and realized I was faking it. They were really glad I made the most of it and been a proper bug chaser the past 10 days. But since the PrEP was now probably out of my system, it was time to have real conversion party – the one I should have had at the beginning of the week. The guy also said that all the tops there had viral loads over 10,000, one had a viral load over a million. One of the tops even had a Truvada resistant strain – so even if I'd found a way to get more PrEP they would have made sure I wound up poz (they really don't like guys who do fake conversion parties). I knew it was actually more like 12 days I'd been off Truvada, and hadn't taken it every day before that. I doubt I had much of any protection – and here I was about to knowingly take toxic loads from a half dozen guys. This was my time to get pozzed… (If it hadn't happened already.) I got on the bed as instructed, on my belly, and each of the guys fucked me one after the other. About half the guys gave me a second load. There was a fair amount of poz talk, but it just didn't seem quite as necessary when you know it's the real thing. And the best part was they got it all on video. When it was over I laid there with 9 or 10 highly toxic loads marinating in my ass. A few of the guys stayed around. One told me they weren't done with me yet. They tied me to the bed face down so I couldn't roll over. "We don't want any of the loads coming out" was the explanation. Then another guy came into the room and pulled out a tattoo gun and proceeded to give me a biohazard tramp stamp. When he was done the host said "Now everyone will know you're a poz slut every time you bend over and you're shirt pulls up a bit. Every time you go to the beach, or change your clothes at the gym. You're a marked man now." I tried to sleep that night, but too many emotions were going through my head, and I couldn't really get comfortable since I was tied to the bed. Plus, every hour or two someone would come in and dump another load in me. So even if I was sleeping, I'd get woken up. But by that time they were actually a bit tender with me, calling me their "poz brother". Late the next morning they let me go with a warning – "Stay off meds for at least two years. We stole your PrEP, we'll find a way to steal your HIV meds if you go on them. Make us proud and pass on the strains we gave you! If you don't, we'll release the video of you begging to get pozzed." About a week and a half later I came down with the fuck flu. Pig Week had indeed made me into a proper pig! And there's videos of it all! If only guys knew that I was getting pozzed in those videos they're watching online… And the best part is I found out my strain is resistant to PrEP, so I can knock up Truvada Whores who think they're protected Gotta say, being poz is fun! I'm glad that guy stole my PrEP and made me embrace my destiny…
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  15. Disclaimer: sorry for my English. I know it isn't very good but I do hope you enjoy this true story. A week ago I was on Grindr looking for some bareback sex. A raw cock was all I needed. I texted a 22 yeard old guy, from Sicily, but living in Rome. He described himself as 'kinky and hung'. A few days later we got together, and as we were about to fuck and I asked "Are you poz?" "No," he replied, adding "are you?" "Yes." "On meds?" "Sure," I lied. Well, it was a gorgeous hard fuck. I ended up scooping his cum from my hole, licking it from my fingers and deep kissing him. Afterwards we lay in my bed, smoking cigarettes and cuddling, when commented "You've got no limits, man." "Well, I hope you enjoyed yourself," I replied. "Yeah, I did, and to be honest I wanna be like you." "Do you always play bare?" "Yeah. Four months ago I knew for sure I was still neg, but I really don't know now." "So you wanna get pozzed?" "Emmm, well, I gotta admit the mere thought of taking a poz load makes me hard." "And what if I told you I had lied earlier?" He kissed me deeply and, staring straight into my eyes asked "What do you mean?" "I'm not on meds. Want some poz cum? Want my virus in your blood?" Without saying a word he took my bone into his mouth and gave me head. Ordinarily I have a hard time cumming if I'm only getting a blow job, but something about playing with a 22 year old who wanted to taste poz cum pushed me over the edge. That and I wanted to please him. And, as my poz load began making its way out of my balls I asked "Are you ready for my toxic spunk?" "Yes, sir," he replied as he closed his eyes, a look of rapture on his face, as he swallowed all my poz man juice. Afterwards he said the next time we play he wants my cum in his ass - no mercy. I will definitely brand him.
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  16. Looking back, I see now that when we initially met he wasn't just asking questions. It was more of an interview. I'm a bi-bottom in a fairly small town which makes meeting a guy for MM sex a very rare thing. I was checking my mail one day and there was a response from a MM sex site on which I had a profile. I clicked the link and found a guy who was my age. He lived about an hour away but had bought some farmland and a farm house very close to my house. His profile didn't have a face picture, but it did have one of his cock. And damn, what a cock. Looked to be a good eight inches and very thick. The profile also said he was a strictly a top. It sounded too good to be true. I answered his e-mail and we exchanged a few messages over the next few days. He asked quite a few questions before agreeing to meet me. It sounded like he was really concerned our our meeting would be discrete, which I liked. He was in town the next weekend and agreed to meet me in a parking lot and talk before going any further. I very nervously drove to the place and waited only a minute before his truck turned in. He pulled up beside me and motioned me inside. He did most of the talking and that's what I mean when I said I should have realized I was being interviewed for safety and discretion. Was I married? How many guys had I met? What did I do with them? Condom use? etc. I see now that by the time he decided to invite me back to his place he was convinced I was clean as I rarely played and always played safely. I followed him back to his place. He locked the door behind me walked over the couch and dropped his pants. I knelt between his legs and handled his cock for a few minutes. He was already rock hard. I have an eight-incher myself and I could see he was hung every bit as long as was I, but his was considerably thicker. I wondered if his cock was more then I could handle, but I figured it was too late to back out, so I went down on him, sucking him as well I could, but only about half would fit in my mouth. I licked his balls, which by his reaction, I gauged he really liked. I could see he had pretty good control because I got into a good rhythm a few times that would have pushed most guys over the edge and he just kept taking it. After a good 15 minutes of sucking and a sore jaw, he stood up and told me to get undressed. He stepped behind me, reached around with one hand to handle my cock and started circling my hole with a finger on the other hand. I bent over a little to give him better access. He licked his finger a few times to lube my hole and slowly pushed it inside. If I didn't have pretty good control I would have shot right there. He fingered me for a minute or two and pulled it out but kept stroking my cock. I felt him rub his cock head around my hole but he didn't try to push it in so I remained bent over and enjoyed the feeling. A little more of that and his cock pulled back and the next time it touched my hole it was wet with spit. He stopped circling and put a little pressure on my hole. I came out of the horny fog he had me in enough to ask for a condom. He said he wanted to ease it in a little here bare and then we'd get a condom and finish in the bedroom. It sounded so reasonable I didn't say anything but bent over a little more, giving him the answer he wanted. His cock touched my hole again and he upped the pressure a little. I took a few deep breaths and relaxed and felt just the tip of his cock start in me. His thickness made it pretty difficult. Less than an inch went in me and it just stopped. He withdrew it, re-wet it and tried again. Each time I felt it open me a little wider as just another fraction of his cock entered my hole. After six or seven repetitions of this behavior, I could feel he had all of the head in and almost had the full thickness of the shaft. The next time he pulled out and rubbed spit on his cock, I pushed out hard with my ass just as he started easing back into me. I felt a very quick but mild jab of pain as the thickest part of his cock slipped in and then just an incredibly good, full feeling. He didn't move right away, but gave me time to adjust. Then he pulled back out, wet his cock one more time, and this time a good four or five inches of that beautifully thick dick slid in me. We both caught our breath. I guess it felt as good to him as it felt to me. I hadn't had a cock in me without a condom in about 15 years and had forgotten how good it felt. I think he felt the same thing because during our talk he had said he always used a condom, so presumably he didn't bareback very often. He slowly fucked me with about half of his length, pulled out to wet it again, and on the next entry he started giving me a little more with every stroke. It felt incredible. I don't think I'd ever been fucked so well, and he hadn't really started yet, but at the same time my hole felt so full I was wondering if I was going to be able to take all of him. I laid my head on the back of the couch and made up my mind to take it. Every time he went a little deeper I felt my cock jump from the sensation. A few strokes later I felt his hips touch mine - and just in time. I was just about to tell him I couldn't take anymore but he had managed to get the whole thing in me before I gave up. He hadn't sped up a bit. All the time he was opening me up his strokes were very slow and steady. He pulled almost all the way out and gave me a couple of those same slow strokes going all the way in. I swear it felt like 20 inches of cock were going into me. Withdrawing himself completely he suggested “Let's go to the bedroom.” I followed him in, walking a little funny, I think, and asked again where he kept his condoms. He pulled one out of the nightstand and put it on the bed. He asked if he could fuck me bare for a few minutes more before putting it on. He obviously had good control and I knew he wouldn't cum until he was ready. I agreed and got on my hands and knees on the bed. He got behind me, spit on the huge cock again and just as slowly as before easing all eight inches in me. Not that I'd been fucked a lot but he was definitely the best top with whom I had played. He got right back to the same slow-paced fucking as he started with out on the couch. He was holding my hips and although his thrusts were a little harder, he wasn't going any faster. He'd pull out until I could feel my hole close slightly as all but the head slipped out, then get stretched wide again and he slammed back into me. I was really getting into it and was starting to grunt and make some noise which is rare for me. I remembered in the back of my mind he was still fucking me bare but I figured I could tell if he sped up like he was getting close to cumming. In the meantime, I just enjoyed getting railed. I was groaning, moaning, saying, “Fuck me, fuck me," and did he ever. My ass was getting a little sore because we hadn't used any lube but his spit which was drying. I found my voice enough to tell him to get the condom and lube me some before I got raw. He pulled out put some more spit on his cock and put it back in bare, asking “Let me fuck you a little longer, man, bare first.” It felt so damn good to have his dick thrusting back in me I put my head back down and just enjoyed getting fucked some more. His strokes never changed in speed. He had a good grip on my hips and was pulling me back to meet his thrusts in slow but steady rhythm. With no warning, no quick thrust, no noise at all from him, on one of those slow strokes, he stopped on an in stroke. I could feel his cock start jerking deep in my guts. I was enjoying the great fucking so much it took me few seconds to realize he was cumming. About the time it struck me, he breathed out hard and pulled his cock out of me. I freaked for a minute. He assured me he was as safe as I was. He told me some of his history and I calmed down a little. He told me he had been looking for a guy that he trusted was as safe as he was for a fuck buddy. Turns out the initial interview was when he made his decision. I drove home with his cum dripping out of my well worked hole, looking forward to the next time he was in town.
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  17. I had been horny all week not able to get out and play with any of my regular fuck buddies my hole was hungry. I was idly cruising squirt waiting to see if one of my regular fuck buds showed up, no luck. I was about to give up and log off when a chat request popped up. I didn't recognise the user name, but the pic looked intriguing, and older daddy type in reasonable shape. "Hey you looking to play?" Indeed I was, the horniness was driving at this point, "Yeah mate, you can host?". A few seconds passed before the response "Yeah, here's my address be here in half an hour" And with that I quickly put on my come fuck me out fit, a tight jock strap, tight little white footy shorts and a dark singlet. I jumped in the car and drove over, with that nervous mix of anticipation and excitement, my hole twitching at the thought of some hot cock. I arrived at a fairly average house on a quiet street, no activity nearby, I realised all of sudden how late it had gotten, had to be close to midnight. Not that i cared, there was a slight chill in the air and I could hear some music coming from inside the house as I approached the door. I knocked, and heard some activity inside. The door opened to the guy from the pics he looked even better in person, he was wearing nothing but a towel and a smile "Hey mate come on in", I slipped passed and felt him admiring my tight arse in my shorts. I was in the living room, a big screen TV was playing a bareback porno, a guy on screen was getting it good and deep. This made my cock start to stir and strain against my jock, in the middle of the room between the lounge and the tv was a massage table. As I was taking this in my host had closed the door and dropped his towel. "I thought you might like a massage to help you relax". I was admiring his cock, had to be 8 inches and was only half hard at best. "That would be awesome mate", I replied and started to shed my clothes, I didn't need much encouragement at this point, and my cock was becoming uncomfortable in my jock. As I bent over to drop my shorts, he came up behind me cupping one of my cheeks in his hand, a finger ever so slightly working towards my hole. "Very nice mate" "Thanks" I don't get too many complaints I cheekily replied, "Bet you don't, if you don't mind I'm gonna give that some special attention when you're on the table, I have a special oil that will get you nice and slippery". As I got onto the table and positioned my head on the cut out, I said "Sounds good mate, been a while so I'll be a little tight". As I positioned my self I heard him getting his equipment together, then at the massage table head opening a cup with a straw appeared, "Gotta keep your fluids up mate" I took a big sip without even asking what it was, it was water but there was something else I didn't recognise. As I finished the contents of the cup I started to feel very relaxed and warm, I'd never done anything stronger than vodka and at first thought maybe there had been some in the drink. Then I felt his hands spreading warm oil all over my back, and as promised extra attention on my arse. He was kneading and spreading my meaty cheeks and I felt extra oil dripping on my hole. I was really enjoying the attention, and my cock was harder than it had ever been, a pool of pre cum between my stomach and the table. Then I felt something I will always remember, a sharp pain in my arse "Hey whats that", "Don't worry mate, just the special oil it burns at first but soon you won't notice it". He kept working a finger in and out of my hole running it all around the rim, and he was right the burning started to subside and it was replaced with a warm feeling and then a hunger, my hole started to open up and I then I heard this low guttural moaning, I thought it was the porn movie, but no it was me I was moaning for more. I felt him press more of his "special oil" into my hole, and this time he had two maybe three fingers inside me, I couldn't really tell but the other thing that was happening was I was raising my arse up to meet the strokes of his fingers. "Oh yeah I think this cunts ready for some cock", all I would do was moan in agreement "mmmhhhhh" "You gonna take my charged load in your cunt mate?", his charged load? what was he talking about?, all I wanted was his cock inside my hole right now! He was now on top of me, rubbing his cock against the opening of my cunt, teasing my hungry hole. "Your profile says you only play safe, but you don't want that tonight do you". He was right but at this moment all I wanted was cock raw and deep in me "I don't care fucking put it in me" I managed to slur out, "I can fuck you raw?", "yeah mate, fucking breed my hole I want your load" - I'd seen enough bareback porn to know the lingo. That was all he needed to hear, in one swift movement he positioned the head of his cock at my hole and buried it balls deep inside me, normally that would have hurt like hell, but instead I felt I finally had I what I needed, a big fat cock inside me. He started to pump me and all I wanted was this cock inside me forever. It felt amazing, sliding so effortlessly in and out coating my insides in pre cum. He pulled out without warning, "Hey", He slapped my arse hard, "Don't worry mate, we just need to relocate" He helped guide me off the table into a room at the back of the house, inside it was lit by only a soft blue glow, the walls lined with mirrors, and on one wall a tv showing an angle on the sling in the middle of the room, he helped put me into it and strapped my wrists and arms in place, then he disappeared for a moment I admired the view of my open arse in the mirrors it felt so empty and I could watch it pulsing hungry for cock. After what seemed like an eternity he reentered the room holding a needle and a rubber strap, "This is gonna make you feel even better mate", in my already partially chemmed up state, from the "special oil" I wasn't able to fight back, especially strapped into the sling, as he swabbed a vein on my arm, and applied the strap I mumbled some half hearted objection "nah mate I don't do needles". "It's okay mate, this will be worth it", and then he stuck the needle in my arm, a little blood appeared and then he depressed the plunger, I felt a slight warming in my arm, then he released the strap and I felt it hit me almost immediately, a head rush and several sharp coughs, then all I wanted was cock, as much cock as I could get. "How you feel mate", "Fuck me, give me that fucking cock" He smiled positioned himself at my arse and slid inside me, it felt more awesome than before even, he started working into me hard and fast. The sling swinging me in rhythm with his thrusts getting me impaled longer and deeper. And then he started "You gonna take my charged load boy, you gonna take Daddy's toxic seed in your cunt?!" "Yes fucking breed me, give me that load, I want that fucking load". And then I felt it the warm rush of toxic cum bathing my insides, he pulled out and shoved a butt plug inside me to hold the cum, didn't want to waste any. I was still horny, and wanted more, little did I know I would get it and then some. More to come....
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  18. “Suck his dick boy, come on now, get that shit hard, how’s it feel having a dick in your ass for the first time?” Simon says as the BBCs gather around, waiting to use my cherry hole. Uncle Simon wasn’t really my uncle, I just called him that. He was my stepmother’s cousin’s son and several years older than me. After my dad remarried when I was 10, Simon was the only person in that bitch’s family that treated me halfway decent, and I thought he was the coolest shit. He was a semi-truck driver, owned a bunch of muscle cars that he would buy as junkers and then restore, he smoked cigarettes and weed, drank like a fish, swore like a sailor, and was always talking about sex. Simon was a big, rugged fucker and when he paid attention to me I always felt special - whether we were in the house full of the bitch’s family, or just alone in his garage with him showing me how to tear apart an engine. Uncle Simon became my father figure when my own dad stopped, so I trusted him, learned from him, grew up becoming the man he wanted me to be - or so I thought. The first time I stayed at Simon’s house for the weekend was about a month after my dad remarried and it was also when I drank my first beer, hit a joint, and saw a grown man naked and I was entranced. I was reluctant to try to the beer and weed, but he made it a game and laughed and said, “Uncle Simon says…” and whenever he did that, I had to do whatever it was he told me. That became our special game and how Simon got me to do anything he wanted - from drinking to vandalism. So that first weekend, “Uncle Simon says..” was how I got drunk off one beer, high from one hit of a joint, and forever thought the sight of a long, big dick was the most amazing thing in the world. We had spent all day working on an old barn on his farm and when it was time for dinner, Simon got undressed, told me to as well, and then he used the hose outside to shower us off and then chased me around a bit on his lawn. Nothing sexual happened, just good naked fun and that’s how my weekends were with Uncle Simon - fun, mixed with beer, weed, and naked, innocent romps. I was 11 the first time Simon took me for a trip on his semi truck. We went from New England where I grew up to Cincinnati, Ohio, and one of the cereal factories for General Mills. I got see see New York City, hookers at truck stops along with naked truckers, and more of the country than I had ever imagined. Whenever I stayed at Simon’s house I always slept on the couch, but in the truck, I had to sleep next to Simon in the bunk, and that first night, lying beside him was rapture and torture. I felt safe, secure, enjoyed the firmness of his body next to mine, the smell of cigarette smoke that clung to him, the whiff of alcohol on his breath. I also got my first real boner - that was the torture - and I didn’t sleep at all. Uncle Simon made sure I knew everything a young man needed to know - either by teaching me directly like how to fight, or by leaving DVDs for me to watch of things that were more of a ‘personal’ nature, or giving me free reign on his computer to explore the internet as I willed. I was 16 when I moved out of my dad’s house for good and moved in with Uncle Simon. Life at home had become unbearable and frankly abusive and the only time I was happy or felt safe was when I was at Uncle Simon’s. By the time I turned 18 I had my future all planned out. I would move to Uncle Simon’s farm, build my own house down in the back field by the river where we skinny dipped, and work for him on his truck and maybe, just maybe someday, I would have my own truck to drive too. The night of my 18th birthday, Uncle Simon surprised me with a big cake, a bunch of new clothes, and some extra good weed. He then said, “Uncle Simon says swallow this,” as he handed me a round pink pill. I smiled, swallowed, he took one too, popped in his favorite porn DVD, and before I knew it we were both sitting on the couch jacking our dicks. That pill made me feel shit I had never felt before! Like I could fly, and dance, and just warm and fuzzy - and horny as shit and I wanted nothing more than to touch Uncle Simon’s dick. So I did. “You’ve got such a great dick Uncle Simon,” I burted out. He laughed, pushed his hips a little forward to make it thrust out some more as he continued to watch the porn and jack his dick. The next thing I knew I was on my knees, between his legs, with his dick in my mouth as he grunted, “SUCK MY DICK BITCH - SWALLOW MY LOAD.” That was the most amazing thing I had ever tasted and as the last drop of cum hit my tongue, I stood up, turned around, bent forward and pleaded, “Please fuck me Uncle Simon, I want to feel your dick inside me.” The world stopped, the music ended, there was painful silence. I turned back around and Uncle Simon wasn’t smiling any more. He pushed his ashtray towards the end of the couch, stood up, brushed past me, went into his bedroom and slammed the door. What had I done wrong? I thought...I thought...fuck I don’t know what I thought beyond that I loved Uncle Simon and just wanted to please him. Looking back, the next two months were awkward for sure. Uncle Simon was more distant, but at the time I was too busy with the last weeks of school to really notice. We never spoke of my birthday night and while I jerked off thinking about sucking him, Uncle Simon was always too busy, too tired, or too something to really party with me. Graduation came and Uncle Simon told me he had a big surprise for me. I expected he was finally going to give me a car of my own and had been begging for one for a while now, but no, his surprise was that he and I were going to spend the summer running long hauls on his truck back and forth across the country - farther than we had ever gone before. That sounded good to me. Those final few hours in Uncle Simon’s semi felt like old times. We laughed, joked, I smoked, Uncle Simon looked at me in a way that I thought was full of desire and need, and the miles of pavement flew by. We stopped earlier than usual and pulled into a run down motel off the freeway in the shadows of the city skyline of Hartford, Connecticut. We never stayed at hotels, but Uncle Simon waved off my questions and just said he had an old friend stopping by later to catch up. I made several trips to pull our luggage out of the truck, and by the time I was done Uncle Simon was back and loaded up with enough beer and liquor to satisfy an army. As darkness descended, I was feeling good and drunk and high from some top grade weed Uncle Simon had rolled. I didn’t even pay any attention when he repacked his suitcases and stook them back to the truck - maybe I should have. Once night settled Uncle Simon said, “Come on, let’s go hit the bar.” I objected, noting I wasn’t 21. Uncle Simon laughed and said, “They don’t give a fuck, just come on.” I smiled as Uncle Simon wrapped his big muscular arm around my shoulder and guided me through the parking lot, across a median, and down the other side of the street. We stopped in front of a door with a faded sign on it that said ‘LOUNGE’ and another that said ‘CLOSED’. Before he boldly opened the door, Uncle Simon reached into his pant’s pocket, pulled out a baggie that had a couple of pink pills in it, smiled and said, “Uncle Simon says open up and swallow.” Oh My Fucking God! He was going to let me suck him again - or maybe even fuck me - and...and...my brain totally fried right then and there with endless possibilities of what Uncle Simon and I were going to do that night. Yet, in my eagerness to please, I never noticed that as Uncle Simon plopped two of the devil’s pills onto my tongue, he did not take one for himself. I don’t know what I expected as I had never been in a bar before, but I guess the one we walked into met all the marks of a hole-in-a-wall-dive-bar. The light was dim, the air was thick with years of smoke of all kinds, the carpet had holes in it, the place smelled of sweat, piss, puke, and more. Uncle Simon walked up to the bartender, ordered two beers, the bartender smiled at me, licked his lips, grabbed a couple frosted glasses and poured some draft beer. The pills had kicked in, so I gave him my best smile and he chuckled, “Damn, you got some cute dimples on you!” I blushed, looked to Uncle Simon who just nodded and took a long slug of beer before pulling out his cigarettes and lighting up. Moments later I was dancing in place, giddy with delight as Uncle Simon seemed relax, at ease - himself - and the bartender kept slinging drinks my way. We had not been there long when the door opened and four, large, brawny black men walked in. I stopped dancing. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, I got goose bumps running up my arm. I stepped back against Uncle Simon’s knees as he sat on the only occupied stool at the bar as we were surrounded. The black guy closest to me reached out, shook Uncle Simon’s hand, and asked, “SO WE ALL SET FOR SOME RAW HOLE SURFING?” I barely heard or registered what he said as I was busy fending off the touchy-feely-handsy friends he had brought with him. Their attention was exhilarating! No one had ever paid attention to me like that, or ever touched me like that, or made me feel so...so wanted. I couldn’t put words to it at the time, but I was desired - they desired me and my body knew it even if my mind didn’t. My heart was racing, my hips were moving, my ass was eager and waiting. Uncle Simon tapped me on the shoulder, I spun around, smiling in euphoria as he said, “Uncle Simon says open up and swallow.” Two more chalky pills plopped on my tongue and were washed down with the dregs of beer from my now lukewarm glass. Uncle Simon said, “Yeah, one more beer and he’s all yours.” Again - I heard what he said, but it did not register. I should have run then. The music got louder, the skanky bar got brighter, the touch of the hands from the four black men got firmer, more deliberate, more invasive. The bartender’s smile got wider. Uncle Simon appeared more faded, distant, like the river of time was starting to flow downhill. Next thing I knew I was naked, on my hands and knees on the floor of the skanky bar sucking a HUGE, thick black dick, as my ass was broken open, raw, wild, and nasty! OH FUCK IT HURT! Uncle Simon’s voice sounded distant, yet firm, “SUCK HIS DICK BOY, COME ON NOW, GET THAT SHIT HARD, HOW’S IT FEEL HAVING A DICK IN YOUR ASS FOR THE FIRST TIME?” Frankly I was too fucked up to really say - it felt fucking amazing yet at the same time I didn’t really feel it. Weird right? But Molly fucks with you like that and I was beyond tripping. “I’M CUMMING IN THAT TIGHT COOCHIE - MAKING THAT FAGGOT TAKE MY NUTT - OH HELLS YEAH - TIGHT ASSHOLE JUST GRIPPING MY DICK - BEGGING FOR THIS RAW, NUTT!” That was my first load - my first BBC load from some anonymous man just eager to breed some ass with no questions asked. My first raw fuck. My first feeling of a man cumming inside me. As soon as he pulled out I gasped as another one of the black guys slammed into me, tearing my ass open a little, his dick being thicker, longer, rougher. They all just laughed. I opened my eyes wide, tried to turn my head, but the insistent dick in my mouth held me fairly in place, yet I could see Uncle Simon off to the side as he fanned a stack of cash and asked, “You sure you good with this?” The black man he was speaking too laughed and replied, “Fucka, I already made that back and then some from these homies who were eager to stir their whip cream into some cherry pie. Now where the fuck’s them motel room keys you said you got? I got so much black dick lined up for that faggot hole the bitch won’t walk straight for a month!” A small tear eased down my cheek as Uncle Simon bent down, looked me in the eyes, and said, “I ain’t no faggot. Uncle Simon says you’re where you belong now.”
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  19. I was in Prague and I went to a local bathhouse. Wearing my jockstrap and having a towel wrapped around my waist, I remained within my room, having left the door open to check out the guys. After couple of minutes there was a knock on the door frame: looking up, I saw a good looking young Latino guy, about 35, with tattoos and a nice build. I signaled him to come in, dropping my towel to show off my ass framed with the jockstrap. We didn't speak, but rather just got down to business. He dropped down to his knees in front of me and separated my buns, shoving his tongue inside my pink hole. He licked it, tongue-fucked it and circled his tongue around my hole. We hadn't closed the door and another knock sounded: I looked-up from the middle of the room, as the Latino guy was rimming my hole, to see an older man, maybe 50, with silvery hair but in good physical shape. I love older daddy type men, so I gestured for him to join us. Once again, no words were exchanged. He came into the room, observed the Latino eating my hole, so he pushed me on the bed where I ended-up bent over, positioned on my hands and knees. Someone's hands explored my ass cheeks, spreading them and feeling them up. "You want that ass of yours fucked?" the older man asked. I didn't respond with words but I arched my back some more. I felt the older man's cock head at the opening of my ass, slowly but surely putting more force behind it until the head was fully inside me. Seeing that I wasn't telling him to stop, he shoved more inside until all of his 7.5 inch cock was swallowed up by my tight asshole. He started pounding me and I could hear his balls slapping my ass cheeks. The younger man, obviously turned on by this, turned over and presented his ass to me. I greedily licked his hole, swirling my tongue around the sensitive pucker and shoving it in as far as it would go, tongue-fucking him with my tongue just like the man fucking my ass in long slow strokes. "Yeah! Rim that ass while I am pounding your tight ass!" the older man muttered. Some fifteen minutes later he shot his load inside my ass. Then withdrawing his cock from my stretched hole, he shoved it in my mouth so I could clean all the cum and juices off of it. As I did so, the younger Latino guy sucked the load out of my used hole. I got fucked twice more that night at the bathhouse, but this was the best of them.
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  20. 1. I sat on my couch, lap top open; scrolling through Tumblr and slowly stroking my cock feeling the hunger growing inside me. It was my day off and I had started stroking nearly three hours before. Normally I just get off pretty quickly and move on, but with nothing pressing to do that day I was taking my time. Perhaps as a result of the extensive session I unexpectedly developed the deep and desperate urge to get fucked. At twenty-five I was no stranger to this feeling; I had been a bottom since I took my first cock at sixteen when my math tutor, a tall skinny college sophomore, had taught me more then just calculus. Knowing full well that this feeling would not be slaked by jerking off alone, I grabbed my phone and started to scroll through Scruff. I sent out a few woofs to some hot guys around me, and greetings to a few others, then returned to scrolling through Tumblr. A couple of guys responded quickly enough but none of them were looking to fuck right then. I felt a little discouraged but pushed on, then after about ten minutes a guy who I had not messages sent me a woof. I checked out his profile, he was a little older then I normally go for being in his mid forties but he seemed hot enough. Tall and broad with powerful muscles his profile picture showed a handsome face attached to a beefy hairy body. The hunger inside of me had grown to a ravishing desperate desire and so I message him back. Hey boy. Came his response. We exchanged a few pleasantries, names and such (his it turned out was Mark) and then he said: I’m horny as fuck and need a bottom to plow, can host in HK. 50/8. My cock throbbed and my hole twitched, he was only two blocks away from me in Hells Kitchen. I think I can help you out with that. I responded. Good, just so you know boy I only fuck raw. That’s fine, I’m only like two blocks away what’s the address I’ll head right over. And that was it, I pulled on some close, and rushed out of the door taking the two blocks to his place at a sort of a jogging run. Looking back I know that I let my horniness get the better of me; that I should have asked more questions but I didn’t. There’s no changing what I did, or what happened next, and honestly I don’t think that I would even if I could. I had received a message as I rushed over saying that the front door would be propped open a little bit, and to just come inside and take the doorstop as I did. When I got to the building I saw that the front door to the small old brick building was in fact slightly a jar. My heart thudded in my chest. Not twenty minutes had passed sense he had first messaged me and here I was already walking into this man’s building. I opened the door, took the doorstop out, pushing it over to the side, and crossing the small entryway may my way over to the narrow winding staircase that led up to this man’s third floor apartment. Taking the stairs two at a time I dashed up to the third floor and found the door to the apartment there also slightly ajar. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. I had been instructed to come in and take off my shoes and then walk into the main room of the apartment. As I opened the door I heard groaning and moans, and guessed that Mark was watching porn. I kicked off my shoes, and left them next to the door, which I closed, and then deciding to go one step further pulled my t-shirt off and left it sitting on my shoes. I walked towards the groaning sounds, assuming correctly that they would lead me to Mark. He must have a pretty good job I thought, as I walked down a rather long hallway, past a full kitchen, which suddenly opened onto a spacious and sundrenched living room. In the middle of the room, bent over a couch facing away from the windows was a boy not much older then me, his face contorted in extract as Mark, the man I had come to meet, fucked him. “Good you’re here,” Mark said, not stopping fucking the boy in front of him. I stood frozen to the spot not able to understand what was happening. Mark must have read the confusion on my face because he smiled a wide handsome smile and explained, “This is my bottom boy, he lives with me, he was just getting my cock ready for you with his hole. That’s enough boy.” He pulled out and gave the boy a smack on the ass. The boy got up from the couch and winking at me walked out of the room. Mark started to come around the cock, his cock, which I had yet to see even in pictures coming quickly into view. It was large and thick, probably just shy of nine inches long and as thick around a beer can. It suck straight out from his bushy pubes which thrust upward to join the thick fur that spread across his powerful looking abs. As attractive as he was I couldn’t quite get my head around what I had just gotten myself into. Before I could process any further he was right in front of me, the broad smile still playing across his handsome face. He looked right into my eyes, and one of his hands reach up and found my nipple. “You’re hotter then I thought you would be,” he said, tweaking my nipple, “I love a boy with some meat and fur on him.” I couldn’t help but smile despite awkwardness at the situation, I worked hard on my body going to the gym four times a week, and was also rather fond of the not unsubstantial dusting of hair that covered my chest and plunged down my abdomen into my shorts. Mark was a bit taller then me and I had to tilt my head to look into his eyes as he stepped a little closer to me. I felt his cock, slick with precum and juice from the boy he had just been fucking’s ass, press against my belly button. The smile faded from his lips and he bent his head and kissed me. I don’t know why but I was completely powerless against this man, despite the fact that I had just walked in on him fucking another boy, who was somewhere still in the apartment I found myself kissing him back. I’m still not sure if it was just how seriously horny I was that day of I Mark, even then, had some sort of hold over me, but I just gave into him. The kiss didn’t last long. Instead, he pulled away from me, his hands, which had drifted to either side of my face, slid down onto my shoulders and applied gentle pressure pushing me down. I knew what this meant and sank to my knees and opened my mouth, all thought of the hole his cock had recently been fucking gone from my mind as I came face to face with his fat powerful cock. “Suck me cock boy, show me how much you want it,” he instructed. His voice was low and soothing like how one might talk to a skittish animal. He need not have worried about my being skittish, the hunger in me had over ridden everything else, and stretching my lips wide I took his cock into my mouth. “Good boy,” he moaned as I desperately tried to swallow the entirety of his sizable cock, tasting as I did so the slightly salty taste of his last bottom’s hole. His hands came to rest on the back of my head pushing me further and further down on his cock till I chocked a little and swallowed hard. I had never had as big a cock as his in my mouth let alone pushed down my throat I felt like I couldn’t breath but I also wanted to make Mark happy. I swallowed hard again and tried to breath through my nose and his balls finally bounced off my chin. He only held me there for a moment before allowing me to spit his cock out now slick with throat juices. I looked up at his face, eyes watering, and saw that he was smiling again, my hear soared at seeing that. “You did well boy, but there’s plenty of time for cock sucking later, you want to get fucked don’t you.” I answered him in the only way that seemed appropriate, “Yes, Sir.” “Good, take off those shorts and bend over the couch.” Without hesitation I shucked my shorts, I hadn’t bothered to put on any underwear, and dashed over to the couch, only vaguely aware that I was taking up the exact same spot only recently vacated by that other boy. Mark must have been as excited as I was because he seemed to practically run to get behind me and dove into my upturned ass with a ferocity I had not been expecting. His tongue lapped greedily at my hole, pressing hard against my pucker trying to gain entry to the warm depths within. He was clearly very experienced and made short work of relaxing my hole and I soon felt his tongue press past my sphincter into my hole. I gasped and wriggled about as he probed deeper and deeper into my hole with his tongue. I expected to soon feel a spit slicked finger or two pressing against my hole but Mark had other plans. Once his tongue withdrew from my ass and he straightened up behind me, he dropped a massive glob of spit onto my hole and began to rub his cock head up and down my crack. His cock, still slick with the juices from my throat and the other bottom’s hole, slid easily along until he lined up his cock with my hole and began to apply gentle but steady pressure. I was no where near loose enough to take his cock easily and I groaned and whimpered as his broad, blunt, thick, mushroom head began to slowly force my hole open. My fingers dug into the back of the couch and I shut my eyes tight, focusing on willing my hole to relax but I never once thought about asking him to stop. Just as the pain began to over whelm me and I began to panic thinking I would never open up enough to take his massive cock, my hole gave way with a slight pop and his cock head bust into my hole along with about an inch and a half of his cock. I gasped and reared up my back cocking to rest of his hairy chest my eyes wide and staring like a startled horse. “Good job boy, the head is always the hardest part,” he said, again in the soothing tone, one hand on my back pushing me back down. As I lowered by body back down I noticed that the boy from before was back dressed only in a yellowed jockstrap that did little to hide his sizable bulge with a phone in his hand clearly recording us. “I hope you don’t mind,” Mark said in my ear, “I record every boy’s first time taking my cock.” He pressed a little more into me and I whimpered as he continued, “I like being able to go back and see their faces the first time my cock enters their hole, plus most of my boys like being able to remember what it felt like before my their holes got use to taking my cock whenever I fell like giving it to them.” As he spoke he had been slowly pressing his cock into me, occasionally pulling back a little before sliding even further into me. “You don’t mind do you?” his lips teasing my ear as he asked this question, his hands firmly on my shoulders, and with one last powerful thrust he shoved the last of his cock into me. I almost screamed my answer, “God, you’re so big, please, please fuck me!” “Look into my boy’s phone and say what you want boy. Tell my boy you want my cock. Tell him you want me to fuck you. Tell him you want my load in your boycunt.” Obediently I looked straight into the camera on the boy’s iPhone and said in as steady a voice I could muster as Mark slowly withdrew his cock from my hole, “I want Mark to fuck me, I want his cock, I want him to breed my hole.” The boy holding the phone smiled and winked at me again. “Well done boy. Your hole feels amazing around my cock, I’m going to fuck you good. Do you want that?” “Yes,” I groaned as he began to push his cock back into my hole. “If your hole finished out as well as it starts I may just keep you. I been thinking I could use another bottom boy to use regularly. As much as I like breaking in a new pussy sometimes its nice to be able to just slide into a hole that’s already used to taking my cock and is always wet with my seed.” He started to pick up the pace, still long dicking me but now sliding back in with more force then before. I started to whimper every time his cock bottomed out in my quickly loosening hole. I could tell that my ass juices were lubing up his cock along with the copious amounts of precum he seemed to be leaking, for his cock was sliding in and out of my ass easier with every thrust. I’m not sure when he started to really pound me, I had become lost in the sensations of his cock wrecking my hole; my eyes closed tight again my mouth hanging open slightly. The rest of my body seemed to drift away the only thing that mattered now was the part of me that was wrapped around Mark’s powerful thrusting cock. A low grunt burst from his lips every so often as he slammed his cock into me over and over again. I was dimly aware of powerful waves crashing through the rest of my body with every thrust, my chest being pressed into the back of the couch. Sweat sprung up all over my body and occasionally a drop would fall from Mark onto my back. The veins in his cock seemed to tug at my hole as they slid in and out of my sphincter, my mind somehow hyper aware of every sensation coming from my ass. My hole was slack around his cock and the sound of flesh smacking against flesh seemed to rebound off of every surface, when I finally noticed a change in Mark’s breathing, his pounding becoming erratic and full of desperate need. He was going to cum, I felt excited and sad at the same time, excited that I would soon feel his load coating my insides but sad that this beautiful ass destroying fuck would soon becoming to an end. “I’m going to cum,” Mark growled, slowing down for a moment to whisper in my ear, “tell the camera again what you want.” I looked up for the first time in ages at the boy still standing in front of us, a large spot of precum dampening the front of his dirty jock and said between gasps of pleasure as Mark resumed his desperate pounding of my ass, “I want your load, please breed me Sir!” “Good boy,” he said, his voice a raspy growl, as he, with his hands clamped tight on my shoulders, forced his cock as deep as it could go inside of me and began to spray his load. I had never before been aware of feeling cum hit the walls of my gut but I was this time. I felt every squirt, every drop and I reveled in it. It was a very long time before Mark stopped cuming, and before he withdrew his cock he took several steadying breaths. “I have something to tell you,” he said, his mouth suddenly next to my ear again, his sweat covered body pressed against mine, “and when I tell you remember you asked me to do everything we just did.” My mind was still to fuzzy from the euphoria of the fucking that I had just received to really think about what he was saying. “I just shot a massive POZ load up your boycunt. Your guts are now full of my POZ cum.” The word POZ snapped most of my brain out of it’s floating joy and back to the present, my breath came in quick gasps of panic. What had I done? I practically screamed in my head. Then Mark flexed his cock inside my hole and an electric shock ran through my body. My mind was blank again. “Now you have two options boy,” he flexed his cock again, “You can leave here, shit out my load as best you can and run to the clinic to try and get meds, or you can look right into that camera and say that your cunt belongs to me and you’ll you don’t give a fuck about my being POZ you just want this cock.” It should have taken me longer to make my decision, I should have thought about it, but I didn’t. I looked squarely into the camera and said, “My cunt belongs to you Sir, and I don’t care if you’re POZ I just want you to fuck me again.” “Well done boy. I’m definitely keeping you.” He pulled his cock completely from my ass and then slammed the whole thing back in again beginning another punishing pounding of my hole. He dumped two more loads in me before deciding my hole had been used enough on that day. After he pulled out the last time he told me to wait on the couch with my ass still in the air while he went and got me a present and he left the room. When he came back he was holding a large black butt plug, which he pushed into my gaping hole, the flared bottom wide enough to lock into my well used cunt. “When I’m done training your hole,” he said, patting the base of the plug, “I’ll be able to bend you over whenever I want and slide into your hole like it was made for my cock. Do you want that.” I nodded, my eyes bright with hunger for more. “Good boy, now go home and get some rest. I have work tomorrow but I want you over here at four o’clock, and don’t take the plug out. I’ll take it out tomorrow when I’m ready to use your cunt again.” He kissed me a little as he handed me my clothes and then once I was dressed quickly ushered me out the door. I found myself standing on the street, my hole stuffed with a massive plug, and my cock hard as a rock. I suddenly realized I hadn’t cum all day. That didn’t seem important now. The loads I carried in my hole were more important. I went home, and without showering or anything stripped naked and fell asleep.
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  21. That was/ is me. Been taking any and all loads since I was young, and started going to bath houses right at 18. Total hairless twink. Love the older daddies.
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  22. Damn this story is so fucking hot! I'm 20 years sober and know I should stay away from these guys and their stories, but I just can't stay away. On BBRT I almost only hit up poz guys who party or at least say ask me. I'm honest with them and none encourage me to cross the line, though some say they will PNP but I have to ask specifically for it. Truth is I'm hoping to meet a guy who will lie to me and put me in a situation where I can't say no. Damn I'm so hard and horny right now.
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  23. I actually love sounding and own several kits. It doesnt hurt during the session if you take it slow, but remember, your urethra is sensitive and there will be some microtears (not enough to draw blood, though), so it'll sting when you piss the first few times. Take it slow, enjoy your cock swallowing the metal rod, and have fun.
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  24. Hottest story I have read so far on here, wanked my hard cock sore reading it twice.
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  25. Ok. While it's not Xtube, I think this video is really hot, especially when the bottom shouts "no! no!" http://princessssssssss-s.tumblr.com/post/151787662515/wow
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  26. Have done it a couple of times and enjoyed it. Liked the aspect of sharing sounds with the other guy, i.e. he had them in his cock then put them in mine
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  27. All through high school I knew I was gay, and at 5'8", 125 pubs (soaking wet) I was an easy target. One guy in particular bullied me through senior year. His name was Elliot Warner Ray and his family was very prominent in the community. It left me with very little recourse except to take what he was dishing out. That amounted to the occasional time he'd get me alone where he forced me to suck him off. I learned quickly through him raping my mouth not only how to give great head, but the joys of swallowing cum. After graduation he went to work for his father before heading to a prominent university on the east coast. I was not as lucky as he was and has to settle for the local community college. I was able to get a job at a local fitness club where I quickly made friends with a number of the personal trainers. They were really cool with me and offered to help me bulk up. Through nutritional advice and regular workouts I started to put some muscle on my skinny frame. Then one day they asked me if I'd be interested in something 'special' to help me along. Before I knew it I was taking steroids and was gaining muscle really fast. These guys became really good friends and when labor day weekend came they invited me to spend the weekend with them. Three of the trainers rented a house nit far from this club. It started off as a typical weekend. They had a pool I their back yard and I soon we were swimming. This was the first time I noticed that they had matching tattoos. It was of a rattle snake on the upper left side of their chest. I commented on how hot the tattoo looked and thought maybe I could get the something. They told me that there was only one way that I could get the tattoo and they'd even pay for it.....I'd have to let them fuck me. One of them actually was hoping I'd be interested especially since I was going to be spending the weekend with them and they wanted to party with me. I kind of knew what he meant, but has never done drugs before. He said that they would take care of me if I wanted to party with them and have the best sex of my life. I let them know that the only sexual experience I've had so far were the blow jobs my high school bully forced on me. They pulled a strange pipe out and began smoking it and before I could answer they had me taking my first hit. As they taught me how to smoke from the pipe one of the guys got me a shot to drink. They told me to swallow down the shot and follow it with a good amount of Gatorade. I followed their instructions and the shot treated nasty. We all settled down and before to long I was feeling really horny and the guys has me down on my knees as they began taking turns with my mouth. As I was really going to town sucking one if the guys cocks I felt someone behind me as two hands were in my ass cheeks and a tongue began to probe my hole. I couldn't help myself as I began to moan around the cock in my mouth. One of the guys suggested we move this to the basement where we could get more comfortable. Down in the basement they had a sex room set up. A bed was on one side, a couch I the other and in the middle they had hanging from beams in the ceiling a sling. They told me to climb in and get comfortable, but once I was I the sling I was theirs until Monday afternoon. For some unknown reason I climbed into the sling and got comfortable. They then secured my feet in stirrups attached to the chains and my wrists were put into restraints. I was truly theirs, there was no escape. While they were restraining me my cock got very hard. My body knew I needed this even if my mind want sure. Before I knew it one of the guys appeared with a syringe I his hand as another one was tying a piece if exercise tubing on my upper arm. They told me to keep still as they give me a slam as Tina (the same stuff I had been smoking earlier). I watched as they stuck the needle in one of my prominent veins, then they explained as a flash of blood appeared in the barrel that they were making sure the needle was in the vein, before they slowly emptied the contents. When the tubing was removed grill my arm I felt a warmth rush into my chest just before I started to cough really hard. As I was coming out of my coughing fit I noticed that the guys each doing themselves. I then felt someone resume licking my ass as one of the guys leaned over to kiss me before giving me his cock to suck. Now I had never been fucked before but my ass was screaming to be filled. As the guys tongued my hole and I sucked a nice cock I was moaning in pure pleasure. I took a moment to pause sucking on the cock in my mouth to beg who ever it was between my legs too fuck me. I went back to sucking cock when I felt the tip of a cock at my hole. As the cock st my hole pooped through I thought Fuck, it felt so damn good to finally get fucked. When I was allowed to see the stud who has taken my cherry, I was pleasantly surprised to see the trainer who has helped my shape my new body. He looked down at me and commented on what a stud I've become as his cock bottomed out. He then began to slowly pull out and push back in waiting for me to get accustomed to his penetration. When he finally started to really fuck me my wrists were released. He guided my hand to my hole do I could feel his steel spike as it pistoned in my hungry hole. As I felt his cock moving in and out I never felt a condom. I then asked if he put a condom on, I was taught never to fuck without one. He looked down saying I never asked for one and besides, he never uses them, that it feels so much better raw and he began to fuck me harder. He was really hitting something deep inside me cause it made me forget about the condom and give into the pleasure I was feeling of my first fuck. As he continued to fuck me I face into the bareback fuck buy asked him not to cum inside me. He asked me not to what. I again after him not to cum inside me. He acted like he couldn't really hear what I said and again said don't do what and then I yelled cum inside me. He then said oh ok, and I felt his cock getting harder and he began to getting as he slammed into my hole and I felt his cock spasming. I'm sure he saw the look of shock on my face when he leaned in kissed me and whispered, I never pull out until I cum. My cock was so hard thinking about what just happen and before I knew it he pulled out and another one of the guys took his place. At this point I didn't care about condoms or where the guy shot his load. (Next Chapter, my high school bully returns)
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  28. Wow that is so hot dude.... I'm loving this story, keep it coming.. ill love over to be the pig taking all the deadliest poz and AIDS strains
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  29. A fuck buddy arranged a time to whore out my hole at a local ABS yesterday. I was there from 4 p.m. 'til around 6:30, and counting the two loads he pumped into me, took ten in my ass and two in my mouth. I went to a different ABS on my way home and took another three in my ass and swallowed one, then fucked a silver daddy until I came. I had a couple of drinks with friends, then headed back to the ABS on the way home. I took five more loads in the ass swallowed two, then got felched and sucked off by a hot young guy who worshiped and edged my cock for close to twenty minutes. My jock and jeans were soaked through when I got home because I couldn't keep all the seed in my guts, but even with the hottie sucking up all he could, I still managed to push out over a quarter cup of jizz before drinking it down. Total count: eighteen loads in the ass and swallowed five, with a break in the middle to have wine with friends. Now that's how to celebrate having a day off. For the next few weeks -- per his very strongly worded request -- he's decided to set up a number of "I own your hole" appointments, and I'm not allowed to refuse any cocks or loads. When he and I aren't together, though, he wants to hear about me slutting around as much as possible. He wants to arrange a marathon of men at some point, and have me take a minimum of twenty-five loads in my ass in a single session.
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  30. The crowd of older guys surrounding me looked at me like I was a piece of meat for their pleasure. As I waited for the next onslaught to begin, I suddenly heard a voice cry out in the hallway. “Oh god, help me, please somebody help me!” The voice sounded young, I watched as the crowd slowly parted and a skinny young twink about the same age as me was dragged in. He was being held by a stocky older guy, who marched him towards me. With a single move the older guy ripped the shirt off the young guys back, leaving him just wearing a pair of skimpy shorts. He then shoved forcefully and the young guy sprawled on the ground in front of me. “Look what I found out after dark.” the stocky guy announced to the room. “A new play thing.” A pleased murmur went around the room. “Please guys, just let me go, jokes over now, I’ll just go and we can all forget about this.” the twink said. “Haha good luck with that, bitch.” one of the crowd yelled out. The twinky guy raised his eyes and for the first time seemed to notice me, he looked at me suspended from the ceiling. His eyes and mouth opened wide in shock. He turned back to the man who had dragged him into the room. “Please, please just let me go!” his voice went high with panic. “Maybe we will let you go, but first I think you should put on a little show for us.” the older guy responded. “Wha.. What do you mean? What kind of show…?” he stammered. “We want to watch you two boys put on a little fuck show for us.” “But, I’m not queer!” I watch in slow motion as the stocky guy hand slapped down hard on the twink's ass. “AHH! Fuck! What was that for?” the twink screamed in pain. “Shut the fuck up, you will do whatever the fuck we tell you to do.” the stocky guy demanded. “Now, get over there and make out with him!” I watch as he slowly stood up, looking me up and down. His mind no doubt wondering if he would meet the same fate as me. “Don’t just stand there gawking at him dumb fuck, kiss him, get this show started!” someone called out. The twinky guy slowly got closer to me, when he was right in front of me he whispered “What’s your name? How did this happen to you?” “My name’s Jordan, this guy Matt kidnapped me and they have been using me for sex.” I replied. “I’m Ryan, if I get out of here I’ll send help.” “Enough talk boys, get the show going or you’re going to regret it.” The stocky guy demanded. Ryan moved in closer to me, he looked scared and hesitant, but slowly moved in close and after deciding he had no choice, kissed me. His lips barely parted as we first kissed, but I was still able to enjoy it. Still suspended from my wrists, I had little control of the kiss but I felt him start to explore my mouth with his tongue. “Fuck yeah, thats it boys, lets see some fireworks.” One of the guys in the room yelled out. “Cut his wrists down.” Someone else yelled. I watch as the stocky guy moved forward and with a swift movement, released my hands from the harness. As I felt the blood start flowing in my arms again, I tentatively moved my hands onto Ryan’s hips and started to make out with him in earnest. For a ‘straight’ boy he seemed to be ok with kissing me, and for a few minutes, the reality of our situation melted away as we enjoyed the moment. He pulled away for a second and I looked at his gorgeous lips, wet with saliva. His eyes were glazed over with lust, as he tugged at my hands and indicated we both lay on the floor. I lay on my back with Ryan above me, he looked down at me unsure, before I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into another kiss. For a moment, it was just Ryan and I making out, but after a moment I became aware of the noise of hard cocks being stroked all around us. The room full of men eagerly watching us put on a show. I felt Ryan’s hands run over my body, as I felt his stiff cock push through his shorts against my thigh. My own erect dick leaking against his abs. I was suddenly aware of the stocky guy moving in behind Ryan, I watch Ryan’s body stiffen as he realised what was happening. His eyes looked into mine with a silent pleading for help. I had long since given up hope of getting out of this situation, and so I stroked his face, trying to calm him. “Shhh, it’s ok.” I whispered to him. “If you just go with it, they will let us go at some point.” The stocky guy jerked Ryan’s shorts down to his knees, exposing his tight ass to the room. I saw the stocky guy dip his finger into a drop of pre-cum from his own leaky cock, and then swipe the pre-cum against Ryan’s hole. Ryan nuzzled into my neck and whimpered, clearly terrified of what was to come. “Please don’t let them do this, I have never been fucked before.” he pleaded to me. I just looked at him with sadness in my eyes. “I can’t stop them.” I heard the stocky guy spit, wipe it over his thick meaty cock to make it slick, and line the thick cock head up, poised to violate Ryan’s virgin hole. Ryan tensed as he felt the wet spongy cock head kiss against his hole. I couldn’t help but watch with fascination. I looked up at Ryan who had tears in his eyes, I kissed him, hoping to distract him. As we kissed, I felt him gasp as the massive cock head parted his virgin hole and slowly start to sink deep into his tight body. “Argh fuck!” he cried out. “Please don’t do this!” Ryan started to move, trying to free himself from the giant pole impaling him. “Hold him fucking still, or I'll break his fucking neck” the stocky guy ordered me. I wrapped my arms around Ryan’s torso, trying to calm him and get him to accept his fate. Ryan froze for a moment, which was just long enough for the stocky guy to slide the last few inches of his fat cock into Ryan's now distended boy hole. I watched as Ryan’s back arched up and his mouth opened wide in a silent scream. He had taken the whole cock inside him and was totally defeated. He slumped onto my chest, silent tears streaming down his face as the stocky guy started to slowly plow Ryan's no longer virgin hole. “The boys want to be able to see the action, hold his cheeks apart, they want to see me rip his hole wide open” The stocky guy demanded. I reached down and grabbed Ryan’s tight ass cheeks, I spread them wide and looked down in amazement as the fat cock plowed, and pulled at Ryan’s tight ring. From the noises in the room, the other guys were just as turned on by the sight as I was. I realised as I held Ryan’s ass that I was now a willing participant in Ryan’s rape. I wanted to see him used and degraded, I wanted to see him take his first poz load. The room was filled with the sounds of sex, two hairy guys had come closer to watch and were stroking their leaky cocks over the sight of Ryan being fucked on top of me. I watched as one of the guys exploded over Ryan’s hair and back, coating him in a thick ropey load. The sight of the cum load sprayed all over Ryan seemed to spark something in the stocky man. I watched as his hips began to thrust in earnest. I could hear his balls slapping hard against Ryan’s soft skin. A choked sob came from Ryan as he realised what was about to happen. “Please, please don’t.” he croaked out. “ARGHHHHHHH!” the stocky guy arched his back and went tense. Ryan’s eyes suddenly locked on mine, pure terror on his face. “TAKE MY FUCKING POZ LOAD YOU DUMB SLUT!” the stocky guy bellowed as his hips thrust his deadly venom deep into Ryan’s fuck hole. “Noooooo!” Ryan yelled as his panicked body tried in vain to get away from the stocky guys thick shaft. The stocky guy collapsed, spent, onto Ryan’s sweaty back. Pinning him on top of me, with no chance of escape. I held Ryan tight as his head slumped onto my shoulder, and he started to cry.
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  31. For the right guy, maybe the promise of some piss if he keeps doing a good job. An occasional "Jesus fuck, can't you suck better than that," coupled with a finger up his ass for encouragement.
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  32. 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.
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  33. 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.
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  34. I have a black roommate and we hook up several times a week
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  35. CHAPTER 2 That was all the encouragement I needed to start sucking greedily on the head of his cock. I'd tasted my own precum very occasionally (as I think all men have done from time to time), but this was the first time I'd had it properly and it tasted so good. I was alternating between running my tongue around the head and sucking on it to get as much precum as I could. "Fuck Jeff, if only Jessie could suck my dick as well as you" Mike moaned. "I'm alright?" "You're a fucking natural" he smiled. I loved hearing from this fucking sexy guy that I was a great cocksucker. I wanted to treat him to a hot sloppy blowjob that I loved watching girls give in pornos. I spat on the end of it, and ran my tongue up and down the end of the shaft, rubbing it with both hands. I could barely believe it took two hands to rub his cock! He grabbed the back of my head and I knew what he wanted. I had no idea whether I'd be able to have him fuck my face but I was so wanting to try. As his cock made its way down my throat I could only take just over half of it before I couldn't take any more and I patted him on the butt to let him know. It was my first time after all! He released his grip and he pulled my face away as I gasped for air, "I'm so sorry". I kept panting. "Don't be bro, that was so hot", he said as he pulled me up into a deep kiss. "I'll be able to with a little more practice" I smiled back. "Really?!?!? You can practice on me any time you want bro. I don't think I've ever had such a great blowjob" I stood up and turned my back to him. "I think I wanna try something else now" and I started to rub my ass against his massive cock. "Fuck bro, are you sure?" "Sure am, but I think I'm gonna need a heap of lube to get you inside. How about we do it in the shower? There's plenty of room." I eagerly took his hand and we walked in. "But Jeff, you know I don't have any condoms and I doubt you do either" I turned to him and we kissed deeply. "If your sister's not getting knocked up, at least someone on this trip should be." We continued to kiss as I turned the water on. "Let's use the water as lube." I suggested Giving Mike a blowjob as the water belted down on us was such a fantastic sensation but I knew it was only the start. Before I knew it, Mike had flipped me round and was eating my ass! "Oh God Mike, that feels so good!!" I moaned. "I always eat pussy before I fuck it." he replied. Something about him calling it a pussy turned me on so much and so I bent down more, wanting as much of his mouth and tongue on my ass as possible. He eased a finger or two into my hole as he ate me and fuck it felt so good! I couldn't wait to feel his cock inside me. "Lay down," I told him. I aimed my ass at the running water, getting myself wet one last time before I was to take him. As he lay down in the shower/bath his cock stood upright and looked so massive. I'd no idea if I could take him but I wanted it more than anything and figured riding him would be my best chance. He looked so sexy lying in the shower as the water fell on him. I wasn't even thinking about him as my brother in law any more, he was a sexy guy that I wanted to please, hopefully as my new lover. I straddled him and started rubbing his cock between my cheeks. "Fuck bro, get me inside you or I'll cum now!!" Mike exclaimed. I didn't want his cum on my ass, I wanted his cum IN my ass!! I aimed his cockhead at my eaten ass. I knew breaking my cherry was gonna hurt but it was something I needed to do. I wanted to show this man that I was worthy of being his lover. Looking deep into his eyes, I sat down as he pushed up and the head of his cock slipped into my virgin ass. END OF CHAPTER 2
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  36. The summer of 2012 was the big eye opener for me as I was able to stay the summer in NYC with James. I did not go crazy working as an escort as I posted an add on Rentboy just a few times. Only a few times did I bottom as Topping is where the money is. I did have clients who became regulars as they were very nice and treated me really well. That summer James took me to some clubs that were real hit or miss with a lot of people, but we did meet some who we started to become friends with. As the end of summer was coming we were invited up to this nudist camp ground for males only up state NY. for the Labor Day weekend. From the time I arrived it was like fantasy land with really hot guys running around naked. Doing all type of things from just fucking to me seeing for the first time a guy getting fisted suspended by rope from a tree, I was hooked. Also some playing with whips being lead around by a leash as it was my introduction into Gay Male Leather scene. When we came home we found out more about S&M as we found some clients were into S&M as its fun. At this time I only played safe as I was scared to death of catching somethings. At the LGBT center on 13th st. They Would preach to you it's safe sex only and would hand out condoms by the hand full. When school started I would only see clients who I like and trusted to help me with my living expensive so I could go out more to the clubs. I was underage so to get into any of the Gay bars was not easy, but James was able to get me into the Eagle bar on 28th st. where a lot of the Gay Leather men hang out on Fridays , Saturday's or Sunday afternoon. As we both wanted to learn more we heard about the Tes group where they have classes on BDSM the only thing its pan sexual group. Then we heard that Gill Kessler Tes that he has classes for Males only its 6-10 Sunday at his home with maybe 12 showing up and all he ask was $30 for everything. Gill is well respected and very good teacher, we got a basic in rope , how to use a flogger, cane , Saran Wrap , E-Stim and other things. As Gill would say, is why do you put someone in rope? It's to fuck them so we both wanted to learn more about rope so we went to some of Erin Houdini classes in Brooklyn. Erin is trans and the classes that are of mix group of people but we were there to learn rope and we did learn a lot. We learn it's not about the rope but how you put the rope on and take it off as it can be sensual or brutal. In January of 2013 James is given 2 tickets to the NYC Black Party by one of his clients who we are going as his escort, as I have no idea what kind of a party it is but we get a gift card from him of what to get and where to get it from. We head over to the Leatherman on Christopher Street not far from our home. We tell them what we want and are taken down this small spiral staircase. There we are fitted for a chest harness leather pants and other things. As I'm being fitted I'm being eye balled by others in the store and the one fitting me is doing a fine job of grouping me as he ask me to get down to my underwear and I like the feel of leather on my skin as I put on a show as I bend over for thous in the store. The one who is fitting me is real friendly and says you are one big tease. What can I say about the Black Party it's 24 hours of dancing people fucking and sucking in the side areas and one big blast. After a few hours a friend ask if I was tired and I said yes as he pulled me real close to him and kiss me and passed somethings to my mouth and said this will get you back up and it did, I later found he had given my first hit of E and he gave more later. James and I walk this client around the Black Party like he was out slave and let him over to one of the side room and set him up to be gang bang, guys came from all over and for the first time I saw BB being done to him. I was a little shock as at that time it was safe sex only. James has body piercings since I met him and I really like them so for Christmas 2013 he took me over to the tattoo & body piercings place on Broadway north of Canal St. I was getting my right ear, both nipples and the Prince Albert. The ear was first and nothing then the PA and that I was scared shit of. The pain was not as bad as I thought as the Piercer Brian was very good , then the nipples as I though the PA would hurt the most but I was very WRONG getting the nips pierced was PAINFUL. When I went to pee the first time it was bloody and hurt but the second time was easy. I will not be fucking anyone for weeks till the PA healed, that’s OK as I like getting fuck better. I'm really doing well in school and I was given an internship that's to die for, I have a loving BF who has given me so much as being Gay here is so normal and so much fun. 2014 June we hear of PrEP and that it can protect you from becoming HIV infected if you take it as you should. So condoms are no longer needed as James and I have fucking each other raw for over a year now and I love the feeling of fucking or getting fuck raw and the cum that comes with it. Everyone else it's always with a condom. We find out in August we can get on it and we both follow the rules about taking it by the book. The first time I tell someone who we know is POZ to fuck me raw he says are you chasing and I say no as we are on PrEP, he never heard of it. He fuck my brains out and so did a few others and I love the feeling of my hole full of cum leaking out. 2014 way my first time going to MAL in DC & IML in Chicago. We had develop a group of friends who we started to play with and at MAL in January I wanted to see if I could take a fist. They set me up with the very old guy who at first I was turned off by but once he started working on my hole my opinion change fast, he was so gentle with me and a few hours his hand was in me and he work me good.I've I never had cum so much before as he work his hand in me . Since then when we can meet up I'm will to be his hand puppet any time as I've become a slut for his fist and anyone who is good at it. I learned I can be a real tease but there are pay back if you do it to the wrong people and thous pay backs can be very painful. In 2014 we started playing with GHB , Tina as well E and popper. At first I smoke Tina but I did not like it till I inject it and my first booty bump I was then I was hook for it. After we were confident that PrEP would keep us safe we both went nuts for raw dick and parTying. 2015 was a real blur as most weekends we were parTing and being real sluts with taking any dick in front of us. The group from up state that we know from the nudist camp has a place we call the barn. It a large farm for NY and they set up the barn as a dungeon. We would meet a few others and car pool up and once in the car the party would start by giving me some G or T at first it was a very small dose till they saw the effect it would have on me. At the barn it was like heaven or hell at times and going through the hell was worth it for the heaven. At first we would be there for 2 days then it would be 4 then a week. The summer of 2015 we spent a month up there and I would lose track of time. Spend a day in a sling all slammed up with dicks dumping loads in with someone fisting at times and it was never enough for me. Thanksgiving week we went up to the barn, there were some new members but we did not care as the G has done its job and being slammed the fun was just beginning. When we got home I was really sore as my hole took a heave pounding. I was going up to the barn for Christmas break but I had to get some work done for school and I was not feel great. Right after NYE I caught a very bad cold as my BF had one but his passed in a few days, but mine lasted for over 2 weeks. I was running a 101-102 fever and my body was hurting all over, I was scared until I started feeling better but something was not right. On 1/20/16 I went to the Doctor to get my regular test but somehow I was called back and the test on 1/28/16 now said I was HIV POZ with a VL of 700,000. 3/02/16 My VL numbers have not drop that much , but my BF numbers have drop. They might have to change my meds or maybe I’m one of thous where nothing works, time will tell.
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  37. yes! actually love it more if it's a boyfriend or husband he's cheating on, since the wife is female so he's cheating to have a guy, but the boyfriend/husband are male, so he's cheating even though he has a guy at home. Love getting fucked in my boyfriend's bed too.
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  38. I know of several Men that have my phone number with COCKSUCKER as my name in their phones and they use me as they're "On Call" Cocksucker. I usually get between 10 minutes and 1 hour notification before they come feed me:()
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  39. Sounds hot. I got fucked by two of my teachers. One, my high school ag teacher and that was in a cruisy park....a couple years after high school....was a bit of a surprise....but a nice fuck....he was not overly endowed...but was skilled enough and he seemed to enjoy my ass (probably more than he enjoyed me in his classes over the 4 years of HS). The other was a bit less legal. And it was a bit different...he was a customer on my paper route and I also did some odd jobs around his place. I was already getting fucked by one customer (my first every sex....and my intro to hot man sex), so i was not surprised by the second event. It only became weird the next year when he started teaching...and was one of my junior high teachers. we never did anything while he was my teacher....but there was always that "something" during that school year.
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  40. One of the hottest stories ever. So much the way I want my still neg never partied and played ass taken!
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  41. Part 2 I sent back a response begging for another way out, but only received one response, “This account has been deleted.” I sat there starting at the message, thinking this was just some really disgusting joke, or that I was having a nightmare. But it seemed to be too real for it to be a joke. I saw the picture again, and the audio file. I tried negotiating with myself, trying to figure out any other way out of this. I couldn’t think of anything that would work, that would prevent the video from getting out. I also knew that if my coach found out, I’d be kicked off the team and lose my scholarship. The coach was a real right-wing freak and he’d drum me out faster than I could beg for a chance. As the minutes dragged by, I came to the realization that my only option was going to be to show up at the rest stop and beg the guy face to face to not do this. I had no desire to get fucked, to lose my virginity to some random guy in a smelly restroom at a freeway rest stop. I looked at the clock and it was almost 6:00pm. I knew that, from reading stories, I needed to clean my ass out, so I went and got an enema kit, and spent the next hour cleaning my ass out until my guts hurt, but the water was clear. Putting on my jockstrap, I dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants and slowly trudged to the car. The thoughts going through my head were words to use to beg the guy or to think of how much money I could scrounge up to try and buy my way out. Neither of those seemed to be a viable option. Without really noticing the drive, I was pulling into the rest stop at 9:25 and parking in the last available spot. There seemed to be more cars tonight then I had ever noticed before and all the truck spots were filled as well. At 9:30, I walked in to the restroom and found two urinals occupied, and one stall open. The guys at the urinals looked at me as I walked in, then looked back down. I walked to the handicap stall and saw a brown paper bag in the corner. I closed and locked the door, and leaned back against it. I had not seen the guy from the other night, so knew there was no way out. It seemed like an hour, but in two seconds I had picked up and opened the bag. On the top was a slip of paper, which I took out. Typed and printed on the paper was the following message: “Hello you little fucking prude. I see that my earlier message was something you chose to follow directions on. Did you like the picture and the audio? Trust me when I say that the audio is even better when it’s on screen cumming out of your mouth. Now, I hope you followed my instruction and wore a jockstrap, because it will really make getting into that fine hairy pussy of yours a little easier. In the bag you will find three things, which you will be wearing for the next few minutes: a blindfold, a ball gag, and a pair of handcuffs. All three will be so that you don’t do anything stupid while you’re earning your way out of this. First, you’re going to strip down to your shoes and jockstrap and put the clothes in the bag. Next, you will insert the ball gag into your cocksucking mouth which I’ve already learned is very talented. Next, you will attach one of the cuffs to the wrist of your choice. You’ll then unlock and open the stall door all the way. Finally you will put the blindfold on and face the wall with the hand rail, so that hot ass is facing the doorway. Once that is all done, you will stand like that and wait for further instruction.” I heard guys come in, piss and leave while I was reading this. For a moment, I thought about putting the bag down and leaving, willing to take my chances. But something kept me from leaving. Fear? Or excitement? I set the bag down and stripped out of the sweats and t-shirt. I took the items out of the bag and put the clothes in. I looked at the ball gag and was disgusted by the site of teeth marks in it. Apparently this sick fuck has used it on other guys, guys who probably were into this kind of shit. I opened my mouth, put the ball in and strapped it behind my head. I looked at the cuffs and they looked like real police cuffs. I put one on my right wrist, fastening it at the first click I heard, leaving it loose. I slipped the blindfold on, placing it on my forehead for the time being. Deep in my head, I heard a voice screaming at me to stop this and get the hell out of there. I wish I had listened…
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  44. 2. The next day I called into work and slept late, exhausted from the punishing fuck I had received the day before. When I got up around noon there I had several texts waiting for me. All were from Mark. The first one told me to remember not to take the plug out of my hole, the second instructed me not to shower today, and the third said not to cum until while I was waiting for him. The last proved to be the most difficult, the constant feeling fullness made my cock hard and precum dripped continuously from my cock. I longed for release, but, and I was a little surprised by this myself, I longed for Mark’s cock more. At quarter till four I pulled on some clothes, again opting to go without underpants, and walked over to Mark’s. The door was not propped open this time so I rang the buzzer for three, there was only one apartment per floor in this building, and waited. After a moment the buzzer sounded and I hurried through the door and up the stairs. When I got to the third floor I was greeted not by Mark but by the boy from yesterday still dressed only in his slightly yellowed dirty jockstrap. He smiled at me and introduced himself as Tony. He led me into the apartment and as he walked away from me I noticed that he has a large butt plug in his hole too although not as large as mine. Tony explained that Mark sometimes like to plug his boys for fun to get them extra horny but normally after he had broken in your hole the plugs were a bit smaller, though not by much he added with a grin. “So where’s Mark?” I asked as Tony lead me into the living room. “He’s still at work, won’t be home for another hour,” he said matter of factly, “but you’re here early to get ready. I’ll show you around, get you a jock, we’ll talk about the rules and then I’m to dump a load in your cunt to get you ready for Mark to breed you again.” “You’re gonna fuck me?” I said, sounding a little more surprised then I probably should have. “Yeah, I was a top before I became Mark’s boy, plus it’s part of the training, being able to take any cock Mark wants you to any time. Don’t worry I’m no where near as big as him.” I took another look at Tony sizing him up a little differently now. I took in his youthful but handsome face, the long lean body, the dark spattering of hair that cropped up on his well defined pecs and swirled down into the bulging jock. He probably wasn’t that much smaller the Mark I guessed by the size of his bulge. My hole twitched around the thick base of the plug still lodged in my hole thinking about getting fucked by Tony. “Ok,” Tony said, bringing my mind back to the conversation at hand, “first the tour.” He showed me the kitchen, the bathroom, the little balcony, the guest bedroom/office, and then lastly the master bedroom. Here he had me strip out of my clothes and pulled out of a drawer a new bike jock and handed it to me. “You’re gonna wear that all the time till Mark tells you not to, and don’t wash it.” “Alright,” I replied, my heart was pounding in my chest. I looked again at the yellow colour of Tony’s jock and wondered how long it work take mine to look like his. I wanted to be Mark’s boy as long as Tony had been. “I’ve been with Mark for three years,” Tony said, answering my unspoken question, “and there are two others who don’t live here that he’s had for a year and a year and a half. He was very impressed with you by the way, most boys cry when he tells them he’s just POZed them, the last boy he took spent a full minute crying before he looked in the camera and admitted what he really wanted. You spent less then ten seconds.” “Thanks, I think,” I said as I pull the jock on. “Damn you look good in that,” Tony said his eyes glinting. “What time is it?” “4:30,” I replied looking at the clock next to the bed. “Perfect, right on time, you ready to get fucked again?” He grabbed the growing pouch of his jock. “Fuck yes.” “Good, back to the living room, you’re not ready to get fucked in here yet.” Tony led me back to the living room where he quickly grabbed me and kissed me, before shoving me to my knees just as Mark had done the day before. He fished out his cock from the jock, pushing the musky pouch aside and allowing his seven inch long wonderfully thick cock to spring free. I didn’t have to be told what to do I opened my mouth and swallowed his cock tasting stale sweat on his skin. Tony groaned and grabbing onto my head began to face fuck me. I choked and gagged as his cock pushed into my throat repeatedly, long ropes of throat juice began to form between my mouth and his cock and my eyes watered. After almost five full minutes Tony pulled out of my mouth and pushed me away knocking me to the ground. “Jesus, you really are a born bottom. Most guy take training before they can handle getting face fucked like that. Mark is right about you.” He smiled and got down on the floor to kiss me. “Lets get that plug out of your cunt and my cock inside you, what do you say?” “Yes please fuck me,” was all I could reply. Tony flipped me over so I was on all fours my ass facing towards him, my head pointed towards the hallway that led to the front door, I suspected this positioning was probably deliberate. I felt a tugging at the plug in m hole and braced myself a little knowing that when the flared base popped out of my hole it would probably hurt after having the plug in for so long. “Fuck your ass lips look amazing stretching around that plug,” Tony said appreciatively, “Your cunt is gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock.” And I knew that his cock would feel amazing fucking my hole, far better then this hunk of plastic. Knowing that the only way to get his cock in me faster was to get the plug out I started to push back on it trying to expel it from my hole. “You want to get fucked don’t you?” “Yes, take it out and breed me please.” “Natural born bottom,” Tony said as he took hold of the plug and while I pushed out he pulled and after a long tense moment my ass gave way and the plug came flying out of my hole. I felt my hole gape open, suddenly empty and unable to close. I felt cold air inside my guts and without being told knew that my hole was a big wet sloppy mess. “I can see some of Mark’s cum still in there, God that’s fucking hot,” Tony said setting the plug aside. “You ready boy?” “Always.” Tony laughed and without preamble pushed his cock inside of my ruined hole. My hole was so loose from being plugged for so long that Tony didn’t have to wait for me to get used to his fat cock he just went right to pounding my hole. In fact it wasn’t until about ten minutes in that my hole closed enough around his cock for me to start really feeling how hard he was fucking me. I groaned and whimpered as he used my wrecked hole mercilessly. Part of my thought I should be bothered or ashamed of having him used my hole as it was but the rest of me found it so arousing that I didn’t care. I ground my hole back on his cock as if begging for him to put more inside of me. After ten minutes or so of relentless pounding Tony pulled out and smacking one of my ass cheeks said, “roll over I want to look you in the eye when I breed your ruined cunt.” Dutifully I flipped over onto my back and grabbed my knees hugging them to my chest. Tony sank his cock back into my hole in one long slow motion, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he did. Then he bent low over me and began to hammer away at my hole. Wet slopping sound reverberated through out the room and he fucked me. It was another ten minutes though before he started to buck wildly and growled in a deep voice, “Take my fucking load bitch.” Just as with Mark I could feel every spurt of Tony’s cock inside of me and I relished the feeling. This was my new release, while my cock remained hard I was less interested in getting off myself then feeling another load get shot in my hole. Tony shook with the force of his orgasm, waves crashing over his body as his cock twitched inside of my hole. Slowly his breathing returned to normal and he opened his eyes again, his face glistening with sweat. He looked up, past where I could see and said, “his cunt is loose and freshly loaded Sir, just how you wanted it.” “Good job boy,” came Mark’s voice from out of my field of vision, “Now pull out of his cunt and let me get to work.”
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  45. I layed in the sling strapped in unable to move even if I wanted to, in the monitor I could see the butt plug filling my hole. I was in a fog of after sex glow, my cock was rock hard pre cum coating my stomach. My hole felt full, but the butt plug was no substitute for the real thing. I heard voices from the other room, and then in walked my new friend, and another older guy. He was in his late 40's good shape with a smooth chest, and swinging between his legs was the biggest cock I'd ever seen in real life. It had to be 8 inches soft. He came over to the sling and stood between my legs, the other guy stood behind my head and reached out and tweaked my nipples, an electric surge running through them to my cock at just the touch, my arse clamping on the butt plug, I let out another long involunatry moan, "Jesus mate, he is a horny one" the guy between my legs started working the big fat butt plug in and out of my sloppy cunt. "Yeah you gonna fuck my hole?" the sensation of the butt plug popping in and out of my hole was amazing but no substitute for cock. He pulled the butt plug out of my hole and brought it to my mouth, I opened up and he shoved it in, I licked clean the mix of cum and my arse juice, not to mention the "special oil", while I was doing this I hadn't noticed my arm being strapped and another slam being administered, I felt it though, the sting, the warmth, then the rush as I coughed I felt the dude between my legs slide his cock all the way inside me. "Oh fuck yeah, fucking fill my cunt" I had no idea where these words were coming from, but I'd never been this horny before and all I wanted was to get slammed by his big fat cock all night long. As he started to really pound into me old mate behind me started pulling back on the sling, so each thrust would be met by my whole body slamming down onto the cock inside me, "Fuck yeah Mikey this is one hungry hole, you want my babies in your cunt don't you boy?", "Fuck Yeah, fuck my hole, fucking fill me up". He didn't need much more encouragement, and with one final deep thrust I felt spurt after spurt of hot cum unloading inside me, he must have saved up his load for a week or more, cause when he pulled out a river of cum rushed out of my hole, which was now too open to hold it in. Mikey moved from his position behind me, and as the big dicked stud moved out of the way, he knelt at my arse and started licking the cum from my hole, "oh god yeah, eat my hole" His warm tongue probing my worked over hole felt so good and I was still flying from the second the slam, I wished my hands were free so I could stroke my cock. As Mikey finished eating me out a new larger butt plug was worked inside me. They both then left the room, leaving me strapped in the sling, buzzing on chems, and ready for my next cock.
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  46. Most of the dick i take is through a glory hole, so I rarely know what they look like, all I really care about is getting my hole fucked & bred anyway. Otherwise I rarely pay attention to looks when I'm in the mood to get used & filled with dick, I'll bend over for anyone as long as they do me hard, deep & bare. One of my other favorite ways to take dick is in a sling, just letting a line of random men fuck my cunt & fill me up with cum, I've had all sorts of men fuck me that way, from muscular studs to the types of guys most people probably wouldnt take dick from, of course most guys my age dont do half the stuff & haven't taken half the dick I have... lol
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  47. PART 3 As I gratefully slurped on Jake's fat poz dick, I couldn't get over how sweet his seed tasted as it dripped from his twitching cock. Precum continued to pulse out of his shaft. His balls still hung heavy with millions of infected sperm. I wanted all of that seed swimming up in my guts, taking over my body, colonizing me with his deadly DNA. I looked up at him, and he grinned at me, shaking his head and laughing. "That's only your first load, and you're already addicted to my virus," he said. "You're such a good boy. You ready for more poz dick?" "Fuck yeah," I said, arching my back even more and spreading my knocked-up cunt for Trey, who was rubbing the head of his raw cock against my dripping hole. Trey slapped my ass. "That's not just a hole anymore," he said to me. "That's a fuckin' CUMhole. Isn't that right, boy?" "Yes," I answered. "What's that cumhole for?" Trey asked. "For taking raw dick and poz seed," I said. "Damn, Jake. He's such a good boy," Trey said. "I think he deserves a little bump of T inside this swollen cunt." "Fuck yeah, baby," Jake said, leaning over to spread my hole with his hands. "Put a few shards on the end of your raw dick and work 'em in. Make him bleed a little more. Get him even hungrier. I want him good and wrecked before Beau shoves his toxic dick inside this hungry little fuckhole. Hey, boy," he said to me. "You feel that cum dripping out of your cunt? Trey's gonna plug you up with his dick and work all that poz jizz into your little neg butt, your tissues, your bloodstream. He's gonna rub my sperm deeper into you. And from here on out, we're only gonna use our virus as lube. Got that?" "Yes," I answered. "Yes. Please. I want it. More poz seed. Inside me. Deeper. Please." Jake grunted approval. As I kept worshipping his twitching poz dick, I heard Trey rustling around in a plastic bag behind me. Then I felt the head of his cock push up inside my hole, along with a scratching, burning heat that first made me tense up. But just a moment later, hunger radiated up my spine, and I backed my hole onto his dick in one greedy backward thrust. "Thatta bitch," said Trey. "Fuck yourself on my poz dick, boy. Fuck yourself to death. I want to see how much you want my virus." I pushed off his cock, then pushed back again to swallow his shaft with my partied-up hole. Then again. And again. Faster. Hungrier. Grunting, panting, whimpering with pain and insane pleasure, possessed by a deep need for these men to make me theirs forever. I glanced over at Beau, who was still hard at work under the desklamp. Were those needles in his hands? And why was one of the syringes a deep shade of red? Trey didn't last long: after a minute or two of watching me impale myself on his poz dick, he grabbed my hips and reclaimed control of my neg cunt. "Fuck, Jake," he said. "I'm not gonna last much longer. This boy needs another dose of our strain. Don't you, boy?" I whimpered. Jake smacked me on the side of the head. "Trey asked you a question, boy. Do you want his strain?" "Yes, I want his poz strain," I replied. "Please infect me. Knock my ass up. Make me yours. Own me. POZ ME. PLEASE." Hearing that, Trey's breath grew shorter, and his dick got even harder. "Fuck you, bitch," he said to me. "You're getting pozzed tonight whether you want it...or...NOT." Then he went into a convulsive, ass-pounding orgasm, his poz dick pumping stream after stream of tainted cum into my wide-open neg hole. As he continued to shake with each pulse of his fat dick, I pushed my ass against him again, working his cock with my swollen cunt, doing everything I could to drain him completely and get that strain as deep as it could go. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Beau watching us from the desk, his hand working his dick as his balls bounced with every stroke. I was mesmerized by those balls -- low and full and deadly. Beau smiled. "I think this boy's ready for the next stage of his initiation," he said to Jake. Jake nodded. With Trey's dick still twitching inside my slopped-up cumhole, Beau walked over and knelt down beside me, turning my face to look at him. He was in his late twenties, and had the look of a fratboy gone to the dark side: backwards ball cap, strong jawline, military haircut, muscled-up pecs, and a trail of fur running down the middle of his abs to a veiny cock, even bigger than Jake's, that was perfect for pozzing up uninitiated jockboy hole. It was his eyes that gave him away: dark, almost pitch-black, piercing, the eyes of a Devil who's out to destroy. "We've made you into a hungry boy," he said to me. "But it's time to make you even hungrier. Are you ready to be a shameless, trashy cumpig for us to pimp out and poz up all night long? You ready to go to the next level?" I nodded. "I'm ready," I said. "I'll do anything. I want your virus. Bad." "Anything?" "Anything. Please. Poz me." Beau grinned, and turned to Trey. "Let's put him on the couch," he said. "Prop up his arm on a pillow." He walked back to the desk, returning with four syringes. He handed one each to Jake and Trey, put another behind his ear, and held out the last one for me to see. It was a deep crimson red. "See that, boy? That's my blood. I melted a syringe full of Tina with my fucking toxic blood, and I'm gonna pump this into your vein. After that, you're gonna be 50 times higher than you are right now. By that point, you won't even feel like a hot little jockboy anymore -- you'll be nothing but a hole, and you'll welcome every AIDS-infected cock deep in your wrecked cunt. You ready for that, fucker?" I turned to Jake. He rubbed my chest reassuringly. "It's OK, pig," he told me. "Believe me, you want this. Just trust us. You'll fucking love it." Beau was already applying a tourniquet to my arm. Meanwhile, Jake and Trey were doing the same to theirs. "Watch Jake do his hit," Beau said to me. "He's going to stick the needle in his vein, draw it back to make sure that he's directly connected to his bloodstream, then push the plunger in. That delivers the T right into his circulatory system. Watch." I watched. Jake inserted the needle. He pulled back the plunger, a flood of red filling the syringe. Then he pushed the plunger in, pulled the needle out, and released the tourniquet, raising his arm above his head. His mouth dropped open and his eyes rolled back. He let out a long, shaky breath. And his dick suddenly curved even further upward, a stream of precum oozing out of his piss-slit as he broke into an ecstatic grin. "See that?" said Beau. "Now, it's gonna be really intense at first. You might feel like you're having trouble breathing, and you might feel really warm all of a sudden. But don't worry -- that's normal. Just relax into it. OK?" "OK," I said, resting my arm on the pillow. Beau had no trouble finding a vein, gently inserting the needle into my arm. Even from that initial puncture, I felt a tiny rush from the T on the needle. He pulled the plunger back, and the red color of the syringe grew even darker. "Ready, boy?" he said, looking me in the eye. "You ready to take my virus directly into your bloodstream?" "Fuck yeah," I said. "Push that poz blood into me." "You didn't have a choice, bitch." He plunged the syringe's contents into my vein just before releasing the tourniquet. It hit me immediately. I felt a powerful rush in my head, and I went into a coughing fit as I tasted something chemical at the back of my throat. Then my breathing grew shallow, causing me to have a moment of panic -- but then Jake was lying down next to me, wrapping his arms around me, running his hands over my chest and stomach. "Just relax, buddy," he said. "It's OK. It's intense, I know. But just relax into it. Relax." I looked him in the eyes, my breathing still tense and labored. "Here," he said. "Does this help?" With a light touch of his fingers, he moved down to my slopped-up cumhole, gently inserting two fingers just an inch or two into my cunt. As soon as his fingers entered my knocked-up butt, all thoughts of panic vanished. Suddenly my fuckhole was the center of my universe -- it expanded around his fingers, seemed to expand into the entire room. I was nothing but a hungry slammed-up poz-craving cunt dripping with two loads of viral seed. Nothing else -- just a hole, ready to surrender to any dick that wanted to mark me and charge me up. My eyes rolled back in my head, I let out a long, low moan, and my hole felt ready to swallow Jake's hand. He grinned. "There you go," he said. "That's the sound of a slampig being born." I looked up toward Beau, who was just then plunging the syringe into his vein. My eyes fixated on his cock as it twitched and dripped during his initial rush. Meanwhile, he stared right back at me. "Show me your slampig fuckhole," Beau said. "Spread it. I wanna see what I'm gonna flood with poz seed." I spread my cum-soaked, torn-up hole as far as I could. He watched me with his dark Devil eyes, jacking his unmedicated poz cock, his fat shaft glistening like steel. "Nice," he said to me, his eyes gleaming with a hunger to destroy me -- me, this helpless negboy bitch with veins pumped full of Tina and tainted blood. "Keep those legs up, boy. I'm gonna pound that cunt and poz you the fuck up." MORE SOON...
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  48. Lets "keep it real" here, black guys are the bottom of the barrel in the gay food chain. Reality is that most white men are NOT into black guys. My years in gay community, I have learned that a lot of white men are very ignorant and their lack of interest in black men is due to that ignorance. Most are quick to say they just do not have a preference for black men. I strongly believe this lack of preference is due to lack of exposure. These guys live in their white bubble: white friends, white neighborhood and their day to day lives do not include any black interraction. Their perceived lack of attratcion to black is because they do not know any black people and their beliefs about blacks is all based on negative stereotypes. If these guys actually took the time to get to know a black person, I am sure their preconceived notions would be proven false. As a black man, I have found interacting in gay community is nothing but an experience of constant rejection. If I had a quarter for every time I heard "not into blacks." When I was younger, it was beyond hurtful to hear that rejection. When you are 18, 19, 20 and all you want to do is meet people and date and all you hear is, "not into blacks", it is a knife to the chest and I often left bars or logged off online feeling like the ugliest thing in the world. It wasn't until in my late 20s I began to not give a fuck. In college, I went to live in Europe for a year and it was the best experience of my life. I was amazed how race when it came to dating and meeting men was a non issue. There, I had no problems finding dates, hook ups. It was amazing time and what a self esteem boost the experience was. Granted, I knew some of the guys there were only interested in me b/c they wanted to experience a black guy, let alone an American but for the most part, race was not an issue while in Europe. I am an equal opportunity fucker. Hot is hot and it comes in all shades. I will say that within the past few years, especially when I lived in Washington DC (lots of GBMs), I began to date/fuck with less white men and have found myself seeking guys of color (black and latin) as preference. I find the experience more welcoming especially as I see more and more latin and black guys sticking with their own kind.
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