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My name is Nick and I own what a lot of people call the Bareback Bunkhouse (or BBBH for short – like the Twitter tag for barebacking). I purchased a somewhat rundown brownstone in Harlem a few years ago when the market had crashed after "The Great Recession". It's a big ark of a place – 5 floors, 25 feet wide. This West Indian family owned it before me. They owned it for something like 60 years – generations of their family passed through the place. But they kept it in fairly good condition. I had always dreamed of having a fuck house that was filled with cumdump bottoms where tops could just stop by and breed hole 24/7/365. I mean I love sex and just want to be surrounded by it constantly – and that's what I've created with this place. I can find ass when ever I wanna top, and usually find dick whenever I feel like getting fucked – all without leaving my house. Needless to say the health authorities hate me because it's a private home, which means they can't regulate it. It's legally a two family building. I leave the ground floor apartment unrented and just use it for sex parties – which happen 4 or 5 times a week. They're free, but invite-only. You have to fuck a few of my cumdumps 1-on-1 to get an invite – or better yet, just fuck me Upstairs there are 4 floors and it's operated a bit like a flophouse. The parlor floor has the common space – living room, dining room and kitchen. Then there are three floors of bedrooms above that – each with a bathroom, two big bedrooms and a tiny bedroom room that was originally intended for nanny's (when rich white people lived in Harlem). I kept half of the top floor for myself – a big bedroom and a bathroom. That leaves 5 big bedrooms and three little ones for the cumdumps. I manage to skirt the rent law because all the guys who live here are my "roommates", not tenants. That means if I want them out I can give them 2 week notice and they're gone. Usually it goes pretty smoothly. My "roommates" don't get their own private space. To live in the house you have to basically dedicate your life to getting fucked. You get a lockable closet where you can store your stuff, and otherwise the boys are expected to be naked and ready to get fucked most hours of the day. They sleep wherever they can find an empty bed. Only the top floor bedrooms are quiet zones that are off-limits to visitors. If they boys can't find an empty bed on the top floor, then they'll probably be woken up by fucking in the next bed or (better yet) a hard cock sliding into their hole by some random top who wandered into the house. It's a fantasy for a lot of guys, but most of the guys burn out after a few months, but a few find that it suits them – that deep down they really are just cumdumps. I try to keep about 10 to 15 cumdumps in the house at any given time. Most will be full time "roommates" but I also get a pretty steady flow of tourists who come for a few days or a week of getting fucked. It also means that there literally is a cumdump available to take a load any time of the day (usually more than one is available). And that's why the City hates me – I'm essentially a free brothel. Even straight guys come here since a quickie pump-n-dump at my place is way easier than finding pussy. But instead of the tops paying, the bottoms pay. But since they're just paying rent, it's not illegal. But I do try to not raise too many alarm bells with the City. I usually go for neg guys on PrEP since a lot of the straight tops don't understand that poz undetectable guys aren't really all that dangerous to fuck. And I have a private doctor who comes in for regular testing and to do the 3 month PrEP check-ups (I include doctor visits the boys' rent – though the doctor does bill their insurance). We test all the guys at once, and it's worked really well, until the last round of tests… We did routine tests a couple weeks ago and one of the boys, Mike, turned up poz. He's a nasty-minded little fucker who's one of the ones who's really well suited for living life as a cumdump. He's been living here for a year and a half and he's one of my favorite bottoms to fuck, and his dick feels incredible in my ass. And OMG! He shoots the biggest loads you can imagine. I mean he literally floods guys' asses. But he's not just a slut – he's also really responsible, which is surprising given that he's young – I've just never had any problem with him. Thing is, we haven't actually told Mike he's poz – I wanted more information before breaking the news. But I did ask if he's been taking his PrEP every day. He says yes, and I believe him. You see the issue is that Mike is vers. He'll fuck just about anything that moves and loves giving loads as much as taking them. He fucks and breeds every guy in the house pretty regularly, and a lot of the "visitors" as well. His favorite thing is to talk tops into taking his load in their ass – even if it means he just jacks off and sticks the head of his dick in their hole as he's cumming. He's so cute and adorable it's amazing how many "total tops" he can get to take his load – they're all in love with him and think it's "safe" since he's on PrEP. I'm worried that Mike could have infected a lot of guys, so I wanted to understand how bad the problem was before telling anyone. Hell, I wanted to know if he'd infected me. I had the doc test the other boys (and me) with a more sensitive HIV test, and look more closely at Mike's strain to see if it's meds resistant or not. The news just came back and it's bad. Me and 9 other guys are poz. Two are 'indeterminate', and as you might expect after hearing those numbers, Mike's strain is Truvada-resistant. It's sorta a worst case scenario. I'm really sorta confused – how did this happen with all the guys on PrEP, and why didn't we catch it sooner? I mean I have the guys tested monthly for STDs and every three months for HIV. How did it spread so quickly? I mean I should be in shock about finding out I'm poz – I thought I was pretty safe on PrEP, but the problem is bigger than just me – literally everyone in the house is high viral load poz right now (except maybe the two "indeterminate" guys, but I'm not hopeful with them). And besides the 12 guys here in the house, there are all the tops Mike has fucked and the bottoms those guys have fucked. So now I'm worried about what the City will do. You know they'll find out. Should I shut the house down? Should I just ignore the problem? I'm not really sure. But clearly I need to talk things over with the guys… [To be continued…]

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....

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.

After work today I went to the 7-Eleven on 19th St just south of M St NW in DC to get a soda. While standing in line the guy ahead of me was on the phone with his wife discussing her trouble picking their baby up at daycare that day (I could hear her even though he didn't have the phone on speaker). He hung up when he paid, and then was at the ATM while I was paying. I noticed he had a cute ass, but didn't think much else about him. We both got outside at the same time. He looked lost. He looked towards me and said that he got his directions messed up in his mind, that he was staying at the St Gregory hotel on M Street, did I know what direction that was? I was heading to the UPS Store, so I let him know I was walking in that direction. As idle talk on our way he mentioned that their baby was six weeks old and that they hadn't restarted having sex yet. To help him out he asked if I knew whether or not he could get a blowjob at Camelot on M Street. A client he was in town to see had mentioned it, but he was afraid to go because he had never done anything with anyone besides his wife. I let him know I wasn't sure, but that if he walked with me, we could go to the CVS so he could get condoms and be 100% safe just in case. After getting the condoms we walked back past his hotel and he invited me in for a beer from the minibar as a thank you. While we were sitting on the sofa in his room, I let him know that he didn't have to go to Camelot to release his built up load, that I could take care of it for him. He protested that he wasn't gay. I told him he could close his eyes and think about his wife's lips wrapped around his dick and the feeling of her tongue and hot mouth as his dick slide in and out of her lips. That had the desired effect--I could tell he wore boxers under his dress pants as a result. I reached for his crotch and whispered for him to close his eyes. As I rubbed his dick through his pants he started getting harder. I slowly opened his pants and he briefly protested that we shouldn't be doing this. I shushed him and managed to get my hand on his dick and moved off the sofa to in front of him. I began sucking on his dick while I got his shoes and pants completely off. When I started sucking on his balls he put his feet up on the coffee table behind me. While I moved between his balls, his dick and his nipples I managed to wiggle out of my clothes. He was thoroughly enjoying himself and chanting Elizabeth, his wife's name. I decided to head south and see if he had been rimmed before. Obviously not. He started rocketing off the sofa! I told him to roll over so he could take his shirt off. While he did that I grabbed the bag with the condom box and put it beside his head on the sofa. Without unbuttoning his cuffs, I pulled his shirt down to his wrists and twisted it up--cloth hand cuffs! Then I pulled his dick between his legs and sucked his knob for a couple minutes getting it nice and wet. Then I went to his balls and again to his tight little pucker. He almost broke my glasses bucking back onto my face. For about ten minutes I slobbered on his hole and slid my fingers down his crack with my fingers to gather spit for my dick and poke in just a little to loosen that tight hole. After ten minutes I went back to his dick which was drooling precum by this time. I also reached into the bag for the box of condoms, took one out, opened it, and started working a hole in the tip--just in case I got him to the point of letting me fuck him; I was optimistic. I rolled the condom down my dick and get a few deep swipes in his hole with my tongue. He was starting to loosen up just a bit. Then I licked up his spine, nibbled on his neck for a bit, and eventually stuck my tongue in his ear. While I was nibbling and tonguing his ear I started gently tapping his hole with the tip of my dick. Just enough pressure that it didn't feel any more threatening than my tongue had. I knew getting in his virgin hole would be a little more challenging, so I grabbed his shirt and slowly started pulling his "cuffed" wrists up towards his shoulder blades. Then using a little more pressure I pushed the tip of my dick into his sphincter until it broke through just enough to be painful. He jerked and said, dude, no! I had to hold his shirt tight. I also held my dick still for a few seconds and then started gently rocking the very tip of my head in his hole. The condom had slipped back enough that my precum was lubing his hole more with each little prod. And then it happened, my whole head slid in and I stopped. He was crying and squeezing his hole against my dick and rocking back and forth to pull away which was rubbing his dick on the sofa keeping him hard. After about two minutes I started pumping just a little. With each thrust his tight sphincter was squeezing more precum out of my dick. He had the sense at this point to ask if I put a condom on. Of course, I said. The precum and spit was enough that I slipped more and more of my seven inch pole into his hot hole. After getting about five inches in I started fucking him. He stopped fighting it because I was hitting his prostate and he was liking the feeling. Obviously I was enjoying the feel of raw virgin ass on my dick and went deeper with each thrust. When he was moaning in total pleasure I let his wrists go and pulled the condom completely down my shaft to get he full bareback affect. Then I pulled him away from the sofa so I could jack his dick while I fucked him with mine. We started getting close at the same time. He blew first and when he begged me to quit jerking his sensitive dick I went over the edge and buried my charged load deep inside him. I hadn't expected to get laid after work so the special treat resulted in at least fifteen major cum spasms with my balls pulled so tight they hurt. I collapsed on his back. Damn that was hot. I stopped taking my meds two months ago so I knew my viral load was high enough for an instant conversion. Thinking about that made my dick stir. Damn if I wasn't ready for another round! This time with him loosened up I started harder and got vocal, telling him I was enjoying breeding his virgin ass. Obviously he didn't know fully what I meant. I lasted a little longer and shot an even bigger load in his ass. Wonder if he'll make it to Camelot? Or if he'll find his way to Craigslist. I love when I have to go off meds. Another notch (or two with Elizabeth!) on the headboard!

Been a while since I did one of these. So where did I get my last load? In the sleeper berth of a Volvo tractor-trailer. I had decided to take a roll of the dice and post to Craigslist. I seem to have reasonably decent success with arranging hookups via CL, but there's a lot of flakiness and frustration too. There have been times when I've had multiple lines on hookups and it looks like the hardest part is going to be coordinating them all so that no-one runs into the person in the next time slot. But then inevitably, things will go nowhere and the whole thing ends in wishes for what might have been. So it went today. After a promising start, one rejected me for my HIV status. One simply flaked. One was just weird. But the last guy was the one I struck up the longest conversation with. And he turned out to be a truck driver who was just settling into Phoenix for the next few days. He was actually kind enough to drop his trailer at the truck stop and drive his tractor into town to a parking place close to me. But more than anything else, it was a bit of a nostalgia trip, getting fucked on that narrow sleeper mattress, reminding me of when I used to drive over-the-road and would try to arrange hookups wherever I thought I was going to be parking that night. So it ended well. A good deed done for a brother truck driver. A load for my ass from him in return. And a little trip down memory lane. Plus I've attached another souvenir: that's his raw cock in my hairy ass in the picture.

bring back Tim Skyler for wild group sex and Jarod Steel

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.

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 1 I was a gay man in my early 20s with some sleazy, kinky, taboo desires. I always had that streak in me. I love cum so bareback sex made an instant connection with me, and not just any bareback sex, but totally uninhibited bareback sex. Yes, I had a fantasy involving a hot guy, lots of bareback pig play, and him shooting his seed in me. Not just any seed, but poz seed. There was also something edgy and erotic about a tattooed, bareback pig. Seeing heavily inked guys always made my cock hard, and I always wanted to be one of those guys. It just took me a while to decide what type of tattoo I wanted on my body. I researched local tattoo artists for months, but none of their work proved to be of the quality I was looking for. I decided to drive 90 minutes south and attend the annual tattoo convention in Chicago in hopes of finding an artist with a portfolio that impressed me. It was such a lustful trip for me. I also love unusual facial hair like longer goatees and beards and handlebar mustaches. Guys with piercings also turn me on. Tattoos, facial hair, and piercings seem to go hand in hand. The convention center was packed with people covered in ink with a ton of piercings and facial hair of every length and type. The continuous buzz from all the tattoo guns running could be heard throughout the place. Every booth had an artist or two working on fresh ink. I eyed the sexy men between browsing through artists’ portfolios. There was a ton of guys with no shirts on getting inked up at the various booths. Some with sexy hairy chests or a nice treasure trail disappearing into their jeans. My brain was in eye candy overload, and my cock was half erect for most of the show. I rounded the corner walking through the rows of booths and came across a very hot tattoo artist. He looked to be about 28 and was slender with a shaved head. His hair was reddish brown, with a slightly wavy goatee that must have been about a foot long. It ended in a point near his belly button. His mustache had a slight twist of small handlebars at the corners of his mouth. Full sleeves of ink extended from his t-shirt. He even had hand and neck tattoos. He was working on the back piece of a handsome little twink, and he glanced up at me as I approached his booth. He gave me a smile, and a nod of his head to say hello as he returned to his art piece. I stopped and paged through his portfolio. I kept glancing up to look at him while turning the pages. As I turned another page I glanced up to check him out again. My eyes traveled up his sexy body to his face and found him looking directly at me. He smiled at me again, and I quickly turned my eyes back to his portfolio. Sure that he noticed me checking him out, I began to blush. It was hard to keep my eyes off him, though, and I again glanced back at him. He again was looking at me too, and stopped his tattoo work. He told the twink he would be back in a minute to continue and walked toward me. He appeared to have a nice sized cock from the bulge in his jeans. Holding out his hand he said, “Howdy, I’m Zak.” “Isaac, but most people call me Zeek,” as I shook his hand. I again paged through the book of ink, “Is this your work?” “Ah, yes it is.” “Nice work, I like it.” “Well, thanks. Are you looking to get some ink done?” “Yeah, I just don’t know what I want to get yet.” “Do you have any tattoos yet?” “No, it would be my first.” “Are you from Chicago?” “No, but I’m only about 90 minutes north of here in Milwaukee.” “Cool, well, if you would like to talk about it, I can help you with design ideas.” “Awesome, I’d like that.” “Here’s my card. Give me a call, and we can set up a time to talk.” “Thank you, Zak, I’ll do that.” “Nice to meet you.” “Ditto.” With that he returned to his customer to continue his ink, which gave me the perfect opportunity to check out his ass. Just as I imagined, he had one nice butt and I found it hard to look away. When he sat down he again looked at me, and found me staring at him. Zak picked up his tattoo gun, glanced back at me, and gave me a look that set my gaydar off. A smile came across his face. I nodded, smiled back at him staring straight into his eyes then disappeared into the crowd. I wandered the convention center enjoying the hot, inked up men and all the beards and 'staches. Pure heaven for this gay man. I had to piss, and found the bathrooms were lined up with guys waiting to empty their bladders. It took a while waiting in line, but I was next to piss, and a stall opened up. I wasted no time getting into the stall. My cock felt like it could burst from holding back my piss. I closed the door to the stall and quickly unzipped my pants. The entire toilet seat was splattered with piss. I chuckled a little thinking there must be a lot of PA piercings in those pants today, otherwise just a bunch of hot pigs with a bad aim. I let out a full stream of piss, emptying my bladder. It felt good to relieve the pressure, but I quickly found myself fully erect smelling all that piss and testosterone in the air. I also loved piss play, and thoughts of lapping up all the urine from the toilet seat was hard to resist. I stroked my cock a few times, then tucked it back into pants, trying to hide my hard on the best I could. I zipped up again and quickly left the men’s room. I buried myself in the crowd, waiting for my cock to go down then continued to stroll through the packed convention booths. About a week later I came across Zak’s business card in my wallet and decided to give him a call. The phone rang a few times, “Windy City Tattoo, this is Zak.” “Ah, hi Zak, you may not remember me, but I met you at the tattoo convention last week. You told me to give you a call if I wanted to discuss tattoo options.” “Zeek!! Glad to hear from you.” “Wow, you remembered my name.” “Of course I did. So, you want to set up a time to discuss tattoo designs?” “Yeah, are you free any time this week?” “My last appointment should be done around 5:30 tomorrow. Can you get to the shop tomorrow night around 6?” “Sure. I’ll see you then.” “Awesome!! See you tomorrow.” I had a three day weekend so this was the perfect way to kick off my weekend. I left plenty early to try and beat Friday rush hour traffic heading into Chicago. I arrived early, and realized Zak’s tattoo shop was just outside the gay district on Halsted Street, so I wandered around the gay district for a bit. When I returned to Zak’s shop he was just finishing with his last tattoo appointment. He was wearing black biker boots, faded blue jeans, and a white t-shirt. I loved his fully inked sleeves and hands. His entire neck being inked was so hot too. Just the sight of him gave me a partial wood. He invited me to the back of his shop, and we sat on a sofa and discussed the style of tattoos I was looking for. His suggestion of Japanese style tattoos intrigued me. He explained the meaning behind different tattoos in Japanese culture, and I decided my first piece would be a colorful full sleeve with yin yang koi, waves, flowers and filler. Zak sat next to me, and occasionally touched my arm as he discussed options and placement. Our legs were touching as we continued to look at designs. He suggested I remove my shirt, so he could do a quick, rough sketch on my arm. He explained that he liked to just draw out the design directly on the body to get better placement than trying to use transfers. I pulled my t-shirt off, and he began touching my arm, and turning it in different directions. Then he pulled out a marker and started drawing on my skin. His touch began to turn me on, and before I knew it my cock was fully erect. I couldn't hide the bulge that formed in my jeans. It was obvious Zak also noticed my hard cock, but he kept himself focused on drawing on my arm. The sketch began to take shape, and Zak maneuvered my arm into different positions as he continued to draw on my skin. Each time he lowered my arm to my lap his hand brushed again my hard cock, and I noticed his rod was also erect extending down his jean leg. He again moved my arm to a new position and my hand came to rest on his thigh next to his cock while he continued his design. I couldn't resist it any longer, and I brushed my hand against the bulge in his jeans. His cock throbbed against my hand, and before I knew it I was rubbing his cock through his jeans. He stopped drawing on my arm and reached over and massaged my hard rod. Zak leaned over to me and began to French kiss me. Our tongues and lips were locked in a passionate exchange for a bit. Then Zak stood up and saying “I was hoping you would be interested,” as he pulled his t-shirt off over his head revealing a fully inked chest with a sunburst around his belly button that continued down and disappeared into his jeans toward his cock. “Damn, man…..wooooooof!” He pulled me to my feet. We continued to make out, our tongues twisted together in deep, erotic kissing and panting. Zak wrapped his arms around my waist, grabbed my ass with his hands, and pressed our hard cocks against one another through our jeans. We continued to kiss, grinding our bodies against one another; our cocks throbbing with excitement. I was free-balling it and could feel a wet spot forming in my jeans from precum leaking from the head of my shaft. Zak reached for my crotch, rubbing my cock through my pants before unbuttoning my jeans and dropping them to my ankles. He pushed me backward onto the couch. I landed on my ass and leaned back on the sofa in a lounged sitting position, with my cock standing at attention. Zak flipped my shoes off and pulled my jeans from my ankles. He stood up in front of me, kicked his shoes off then unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the floor. His cock sprung to attention standing straight in the air, pulsing up and down. The shaft of his tool curved slightly to the left and upward about 8 inches long. His cock was pierced with a large prince albert, and inked with flames leading down the shaft to a black biohazard tattoo centered below his belly button. More ink led to the sunburst around his belly button. The ring to his cock piercing dangled with each pulse of his cock, and precum began to hang from the end of his jewelry. Tattoos covered a good 75% of his body. His body was an erotic piece of art that made my cock dance with excitement at the sight of this stud. “Fuck, you are so hot. I want to be covered in ink like you.” Zak pointed to his biohazard tattoo. His eyes remained locked onto mine, and a playful conversation started, “You know what this one means, don’t you?” “You’re poz?” “Are you okay with that, because I only bareback?” “Yeah,” with a smile on my face, “Are you ok that I’m neg?” “Yep.” “Do you want to cum in me?” “Uh huh.” “Are you into gifting?” “Are you into chasing?” “I could be.” “Then I could be too.” My mouth was like a magnet to his cock. I was on my knees in a flash. I wrapped my lips around the head of his rod, tasting his precum before sliding the full length of his shaft deep into my throat. His cock stiffened in my mouth, and he moaned as my tongue slid back down toward the tip of his shaft. Zak put his hands on the back of my head and slowly face fucked me with the full length of his tool, as he murmurred “That’s it, suck my poz cock. Taste my toxic precum.” As he continued to leak precum down my throat, fucking my throat with his death stick, he remarked “I’d love to do your ink work for you. Maybe I’ll even be marking you with a biohazard tattoo. Would you like that?” “Yes!!” “Want me to poz you, Zeek?” “Yes, charge my ass up, please.” Zak pulled his cock from my mouth and pulled me to my feet. He turned me around and pushed me onto my knees on the couch. “You want my poz cock in your ass?” “Yes, please fuck me. Give me your seed.” I was so turned on I felt like I could shoot my load at the anticipation of taking his charged spunk. He knelt behind me, spread my ass cheeks with a firm grip, and buried his tongue in my hole. It didn’t take long for my puckered hole to surrender as his tongue slipped past my cunt lips. His tongue lubed my hole and slowly worked inside, begging to open me up. Zak gave my ass a deep tongue bath and began to fuck me with its full length. The sensations made me horny as hell, and a strong urge to feel his bare cock buried in my ass burned within me. I moaned, “Please fuck me. I want to feel your cock deep inside me.” Zak continued to rim my ass, and worked a finger inside. He slowly advanced his finger all the way in and out of me then added another, before continuing to lick and fuck me with his tongue. My ass was wet and primed for his shaft. Zak stood behind me and spread my ass cheeks with his hands. I felt his against my cunt, then he slid his slick cock head across my hole, further lubing me with precum. He continued to rub the full length of his rod against my hole, driving me wild to be opened up wide. I felt the steel from his cock piercing fold to the side tight against his cock as he pressed the head of his dick against my hole. He slowly thrust the head of his tool, spreading my ass, and slipping inside. He spit on my hole lubing us both some more for me to take the rest of his meat inside me. I pressed my ass against his rod, and he again thrust inside me. Pain shot through my body and my hole tightened around his shaft as I tensed my body. Zak held his cock in place, “Easy, just relax…..relax.” The pain subsided and I arched my back and again pressed firmly against his cock. Zak grabbed my hips and with one abrupt thrust buried his cock balls deep into my guts. I again tightened my ass around his toxic meat, and let out a little gasp. It hurt so good, but my cock pulsed rock hard. I began to moan with pleasure. This was the first time I had a pierced dick in my hole, and it felt incredible. “You like my pierced cock in you, huh?” “Oh God…..yes!!!” I began to relentlessly pump my ass against his death stick, and Zak joined the rhythm. Tightening his grip on my hips, he pounded my ass hard with each thrust. His balls slapped against my ass with each plunge. “Ah, you’re a hungry pig for my toxic seed, aren’t you?” “Fuck, yes. Poz my faggot ass.” “Slow down, stud. You’ll get my DNA but not until I’m ready to flood your ass.” He held my hips steady, then slowed his pumping motion and continually withdrew his cock to the tip, with just the steel of his piercing remaining in my hole, then again thrust deep inside me, commenting as he did so, “Man, your hole feels awesome wrapped around my cock.” “That's good, 'cause fuck, I love your rod in me.” He continued a slow steady pace, edging himself close to shooting his load in my guts, then stopping, I could feel his cock pulsing a few times deep inside me, then Zak again began working his dick in and out of me. Each time he brought himself close to cumming then backed off. “You want my poz seed in you now?” “Yes, you feel so incredible. Load me up.” He again began to thrust in and out of my hole, but this time he slowly increased his pace, plunging in me harder and faster. “Fuck, I’m really close. You’re getting all my seed.” “You want it pig? Want my charged cum?” “Yes, give it to me.” “Yeah?” “Yes, I want to poz. Give it to me.” I again tightened my ass around his shaft, and he thrust in me one more time. “Here it comes….take my poz load.” He groaned and grunted, as his cock throbbed and pulsed deep in my hole. The sensations of his cum shooting from his death stick deep in my guts pushed me over the edge, and my cock erupted gobs of cum over and over with each throb of my shaft. With his cock still pulsing inside me, he grabbed my shoulders and shoved his cock even deeper in my ass. I couldn’t get enough of Zak’s cock. It felt amazing buried in my cunt. My balls drained themselves of all their seed. My ass was now filled with Zak’s poz juice. As he pulled his cock from my ass, cum trickled and dripped from my gaping hole. I knew he filled me with a huge load of sperm. My intestine walls were coated with his virus. Would it find its way to my bloodstream? The risk was incredibly exciting. I was hooked. There was no stopping it. I was definitely becoming a junkie for poz cum. Zak flopped on the couch next to me, panting and sweating. “Fuck that felt awesome. You have one hot ass.” Grinning and puffing, “It was very hot.” I turned and lay on the couch with my head resting on his thighs at his cock. I licked his mushroom head clean and ran my tongue down his shaft. “So……..am I hired to do your ink?” “How can I say no after a consultation like that?” We remained on the couch, naked. My head rested on Zak’s lap with his beautiful meat before my eyes. A small drop of poz spunk leaked from his piss hole and I lapped it up. We talked for a bit, getting to know each other a little better, while touching and caressing each other’s bodies. Zak told me he was born and raised in Chicago. He always had a fascination with tattoos from an early age on. He started working in a tattoo shop at 15, and after a few years became an apprentice for several years. He was lucky enough to be able to open his own shop a few years ago. Tattooing was something he loved. It was his passion, and all his tattoos had meaning in his life. I ran my hand across his biohazard tattoo. “So how long have you been poz?” “Not long, just a few years.” “Are you on meds yet?” “Ah…..no, so you got a fully charged load. Hope you’re cool with that.” My cock started to bone up. I nodded my head for him to look at my rod, “Does that answer your question?” “I guess so, you hot pig.” “Do you know who pozzed you?” “Yep,” with a slow drawn out descriptive tone, “A hairy, muscular, leather daddy with a beautiful ass and huge, uncut cock.” We both chuckled. “Did you know he was poz?” “You mean, did I chase?” “Yeah, did you want to convert?” “Fuck, yes, and it was one hot breeding.” “So why aren’t you with him?” “We weren’t looking for a relationship. We both got what we wanted from it. I was determined to get his poz load in me, and he was determined to make me work for it. It was an all-out, totally uninhibited, raunchy, verbal, poz fuck.” “It sounds like a hot breeding.” “Poz talk makes it the hottest conversion sex.” After a short pause, “So, when do you think you can get back down here to start your ink?” “Are you free next Friday in the afternoon? I could get down here by 3 or so.” “Ok….Friday at 3 it is. We’ll start your sleeve.” “Great, sounds good.” So, Zeek, what do you do up in Milwaukee?” “Well, let’s see, I like a lot of things. I graduated from college last year and just bought a home. I love doing remodeling and landscaping, so I’m redoing my house, fixing it up. I like being outdoor, hiking, biking, camping; stuff like that. I really enjoy movies, and dining out with buds.” “Cool. So what’s your degree in?” “Marketing and web design.” “Bonus!! If you’re up for it, maybe you can redesign my website for me.” “I’ll show you some of my work. If you like it, I’d love to do that for you.” “Awesome.” We stayed on the couch a bit longer and lye in each other’s arms. His naked body felt so good cuddled up against mine. “Hey, Zeek, do you have to be back in Milwaukee at a certain time? “No, I’m not on any schedule tonight. What did you have in mind?” “Want to go grab a few beers?” “Sure, that would be great.” Neither one of us moved too fast to get up. I think we both enjoyed cuddling together naked, but we reluctantly dragged our asses off the couch and slipped our clothes back on. Zak hung out in boystown at a few of the gay bars so we walked a few blocks to his favorite hang-out for a few beers. Zak introduced me to a few of his buddies that were out. We did a few shots with them then continued some one-on-one chat. “So, Zeek, what else gets you going besides ink, piercings and taking poz cock raw?” I chuckled, “Well, I’m pretty open-minded. I have a bit of a kinky streak in me.” “Oooh, kinky streak, like what? And you can’t shock me, believe me.” “Anything from toys, slings, sounds, to watersports, and more. What about you?” “There isn’t much I wouldn’t do, and everything on your list…… been there, done that. I’m a pig.” He leaned over to me and gave me a gentle nibble on my lip before planting a wet kiss on me. Standing up from his bar stool, Zak circled behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. He whispered in my ear, “I have to piss if you want a taste.” He made his way to the men’s room and looked back at me with a grin. You didn’t have to tell me twice. I was off my bar stool in a flash and following him to the bathroom with my beer in hand. When I walked into the bathroom, Zak already had his pants unzipped and his pierced meat dangled at the urinal. I walked up behind him and grabbed his ass. He turned to face me and pushed me to my knees. I took his cock in my mouth, and he held me still with his hands on my shoulders. “Fuck, here it comes.” As the first drops of piss hit my tongue I must have sprung an instant boner. I loved drinking from the tap. Zak’s warm piss sprayed from his cock filling my mouth. It had just a slight bitter taste to it, but was pretty watered down from the beer. I was like a hungry pig sucking its mother’s tit, wanting every drop of piss down my throat. Zak repeatedly stopped his urine stream, giving me just enough time to gulp down all of his nectar before letting his piss flow again in my mouth. My cock throbbed over and over again. He pulled his cock from my mouth and the last few sprays and drops of piss landed on my face, stache and beard. It was as if he was marking his territory. I stood up, slammed the rest of my beer in front of him then held the bottle to my cock head. I let out a full stream of piss filling my bottle to the top. I took a swig of my own piss then Zak took the bottle from my hand and left the bathroom. When I returned to the bar, he was sitting on his bar stool drinking from my beer bottle in front of everyone. They had no idea he was actually swigging my sweet cock nectar and not beer. After tipping another beer together and an erotic farewell kiss, I left for Milwaukee. On my drive up I94 I had time to think outside the heat of the moment. Even though I had fantasized for a long time about taking a poz cock raw, that was the first time I actually went through with it. A little fear set in knowing I could possibly poz from Zak’s DNA planted deep in my hole. I debated pulling into the Oasis pit stop, heading to the bathroom and emptying his seed from inside me. Those thoughts were quickly diverted by my cock boning up over thoughts of how awesome his hard shaft felt in me, and that having his poz cum in me also turned me on. The thoughts of his hot naked, inked body danced through my head. The smell of his piss still lingered on my beard and stache. My cock again throbbed in my jeans. I never even considered myself an actual chaser, but found myself craving more of his toxic spunk. The Oasis was just ahead, but I drove on past as my car continued down I94; my cock raging hard and my ass twitching full of Zak’s charged cum. I still had some fear in me, but I knew there was no turning back. I began to accept that I wanted to charge up, and I wanted Zak to be my gifter. The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 2 Unable to sleep, I got out of bed, and started my day. Today was a special day for several reasons. It was my 23rd birthday, and it was also Friday, the day of my first tattoo session with Zak. I was a little anxious and nervous, but excited to be seeing him again. I wanted to start my journey becoming a heavily inked pig, but I was not sure how much it would hurt. I turned on Netflix and watched some episodes of Miami Ink. Seeing hot Ami James and all his sexy ink just got me turned on and more determined than ever to go through with it. It was what I wanted. I decided to get dressed and cruise down to Chicago early. It was a perfect day for a drive, sunny and warm. I rolled down the windows and cranked the music. The air felt invigorating blowing across my body. I arrived in Boystown well ahead of my tattoo time with Zak, so I decided to browse the shops in the area. I came across a cool bookstore and bought a tattoo magazine. I also found an awesome pair of black biker boots, and a few t-shirts. Then I came across an adult bookstore and couldn’t resist checking out their gear. I ended up walking out with a “pig” t-shirt and a new yellow “piss pig” jock. After my little shopping spree I headed for the tattoo shop. I arrived a little early for my appointment. Zak greeted me with a hug and told me I could have a seat on the sofa while he finished up with his client. He grabbed me a bottle of water, and I sat down in the same place where just a week earlier I was taking Zak’s poz cock raw. The thought of it just gave me a major erection. I tried to find a distraction to get my boner to stop poking at my jeans. After all, Zak and his client were within eye’s shot. At least his client had his back to me. I found Zak’s portfolio sitting on the table next to the sofa. I browsed through the pages, but seeing his ink work only made my cock harder. I glanced at Zak, and he happened to look up at me. I immediately grinned back at him and stood up to show him my raging hard on through my jeans. I rubbed my crotch, and he chuckled then gave me a look that said, “Behave yourself.” I returned to the sofa and remembered an article I read several years earlier about a guy that popped wood at an inappropriate time and tried to “kill” the “snake” that had come to life in his pants by thinking about greasy dishes. (Why the hell I remember that article I have no idea). Maybe that would kill the beast in my pants. I tried to concentrate on dirty dishes, but all I could think about was stripping naked and having Zak fuck the hell out of me and unload his poz seed in my ass. My hard cock raged on. I grabbed a pillow for my lap to camouflage the bulge in my pants. After about a 15 minute wait, Zak poked his head around the corner and told me to follow him to his tattoo station. He walked to the entrance and locked the front door. “Now we’re all alone. No interruptions.” I pointed to my pants, “Good, because something is still up.” Zak laughed, “You’re becoming a cum-crazed pig. You know that don’t you?” “Yeah, and I love it.” I took a seat at his work station, and he walked up to me from behind. He put his hands on my shoulders, bent down and ran his tongue across the back of neck. He kissed my neck, nibbled my earlobe then worked his way to kissing my cheek. His tongue licked across my upper lip and he buried it into my mouth and started to make out with me, swirling his tongue with mine. Zak showed me his now hard cock bulging through his jeans, “As much as I want to tear your clothes off and fuck you right here, we won’t get anything done that way.” “And why is that a bad thing?” He again chuckled, “Let’s focus on your ink. We can play after.” “Oookkkaaayyy, ok.” “So are you ready to get started, sexy?” “Yeah, I’m ready.” “Awesome.” He grinned, “Besides, I’ll kill your hard on in no time when you feel the needle.” I chuckled and smiled at him, “You seem to be getting too much pleasure from that.” “I probably am, but there’s only one way to find out. Let’s get started. I made a few sketches for you to take a look at. If you like them I’ll use the one you want.” After looking at both designs, I had a hard time deciding between the two. Both were so cool. “Wow, I’d be happy with either design. They rock!!” “Well then, can I make a suggestion? This one is my favorite, because I think it will follow the curves of your arm the best.” “Cool. Then that’s it. It’s the one.” “Great. Get your shirt off and I’ll start the layout.” I pulled my shirt off over my head and sat down in the chair again. Zak was grinning at me. “What? What’s wrong?” “Nothing, I’m happy you are here, and allowing me to give you your first tattoo. That and you have one hot, trim body.” He pulled his chair next to mine, and took me by the hand. He positioned my arm and started the sketch. “This tattoo is going to look so cool on you, Zeek.” After about 10 minutes Zak completed the rough layout, and started to set up his ink. “Go look in the mirror and let me know if you’re happy with the layout.” I walked to the mirror and checked out the design. “It looks perfect.” “Awesome, get your sweet ass over here.” “Yes sir.” “Have a seat and get your arm up here. I’ll start out slow so you can see how it feels. We’ll work on it as long as you can. If you need a break, just let me know.” I sat in the “hot seat” again. I was nervous and excited all rolled up into one. Zak positioned my arm, “Here we go. You’re about to lose your tattoo virginity.” The familiar buzz of the tattoo gun filled the room, and my adrenaline rush kicked in. Zak rubbed a dab of aquaphor onto the first spot and the needle pierced my skin and the first line was inked in no time. I was happy to find the pain tolerable. It felt more like an annoying pinching sensation than anything. I also quickly discovered that I like to watch. I like to see the needle entering my skin watching the tattoo take shape. Guess that doesn’t come as a surprise to me, since I love visual stimulation with sex too. Seeing piss or cum shooting from a hot cock, or watching a hard piece of meat sliding in and out of a gaping ass is totally erotic. I like eye contact while getting fucked too. There definitely is a sexual side to the process of getting tattooed. The needle poked my arm again and snapped me back to reality. After about an hour and a half or so of turning my arm this way and that way, and switching to lying on the table, while Zak carved his design into my arm, the line work was finished. “How are you doing, Zeek? Need a break for a few?” “Sure. A stretch break would be good.” “How does it feel?” “It’s definitely burning a little, but it’s ok.” “Cool, we won’t finish in one session so let me know when you need to end. I’ll let you call it.” I walked over to the mirror to check out my new ink. Zak appeared behind me in the mirror, slipped his arm around my waist and kissed me gently on the neck. “It’s looking so hot on you, Zeek.” “I love it so far.” “Wait until you see the color start to fill it in. It will come to life.” Zak returned to his seat and set up the colors needed in his ink caps. After about 5 minutes, “I’m ready for you, Zeek. Let’s start shading in that sucker.” This time Zak had me lay on the table to start. He positioned my arm straight out away from my body. “Damn, Zeek, you make me want to tear those jeans off and fuck you right here.” Zak wheeled his chair to the side of the table and kissed me on the belly. I caressed the back of his head. His lips felt incredible on my skin, and his beard tickled my side. My cock certainly responded to his touch. It was already half erect. “I’d love to seed you right now.” “As hard as this is to say, Nah uh, it’s ink time. We can play soon enough.” He said, “I know, I know…..Focus.” The buzz of his tattoo gun kicked in again, and the color started on my sleeve. About 2 ½ hours later we were finished for the day. A bunch of color was completed and it was looking awesome, but my arm was also on fire. Zak cleaned up sleeve, and lightly rubbed a thin coat of aquaphor onto my skin. “That’ll cool it down, Zeek. Go check it out, man.” I walked to the mirror. “Oh my God, Zak, I love it.” He walked over to me at the mirror. “Wait till it’s finished. It’s going to look awesome.” He wrapped my arm then taped it in place then returned to his work station and began to clean it up. I continued to look at myself in the mirror, admiring my new ink. “It’s going to bleed a little and leak ink a bit, Zeek, so clean it when you get home. Put the aquaphor on it a few times a day while it heals.” “Ok….no problem.” Zak again appeared behind me in the mirror. He pulled his t-shirt off, put his arms around my waist and pulled my body tight against his. I could feel his hard cock against my ass. My dick quickly boned up. I reached back and slipped my hand between us to grab his hard dick. I rubbed his hard rod through his jeans. His cock throbbed in my hand, and Zak let out a moan of pleasure and began kissing my neck. As he whispered in my ear, “I want to fuck you raw, right here and right now,” he rubbed my hard cock, and unbuttoned my pants. He reached down into my pants and stroked my meat. My jeans dropped to my ankles, and Zak began to grind his cock against my bare ass. I could feel the wetness on the head of my cock as my precum leaked from my piss hole. Zak smeared my juice onto my shaft then put his wet hand over my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and licked up my precum from his hand. Zak slipped his thumb into my mouth, and I began to suck it. While he continued to kiss my neck from behind me, he unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the floor. I grabbed his ass and pressed his cock tight into my ass cheeks. Zak again moaned then grasped me around the waist and chest. He kept grinding his cock between my ass cheeks. “Fuck, you feel so good, Zeek. I want to feel my cock inside you. Give you what we both want. “Yes, you know I want it. Charge me up, Zak. Please fuck me.” I stepped out of my jeans and kicked them aside. I was now naked with Zak’s cock pressed hard against my ass. His precum began to lube my hole as he continued to rub his hard cock between my cheeks. He kicked his jeans off. Our bodies were both naked. The touch of Zak’s skin against my body sent chills up my spine, and I could already feel the sweat forming between us. Zak held me tightly from behind with his arm across my chest, and with a firm grip caressed my ass cheeks and rubbed his hand across my hole. My ass tightened and puckered while my cock stiffened and throbbed. Zak kissed me on my mid back, then on my side, and raised my arm above my head to bury his tongue in my arm pit. He continued to lick my pit, lapping up the scent off my body. He moved in front of me then pressed his lips to mine and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I could taste my salty sweat on his lips and tongue. He spit in my mouth, and we continued to exchange saliva, while twisting our tongues together. With a firm grip on the back of my neck, we continued deep, erotic, French kissing for a few minutes. Then he hugged me and kissed my neck. He nibbled my ear lobe and buried his tongue in my ear while we ground our naked bodies against one another. Zak backed away from me, and snuck in one more kiss on my lips, then took me by the hand, our cocks both standing at attention and rock hard. He led me to the sofa where he first planted his seed in me the week before. He motioned to the couch, “Get on your knees, and spread those cheeks.” I eagerly obeyed. Zak knelt behind me and spread my cheeks wide with a firm grip. My puckered hole twitched with excitement, and he gave me one slap on the ass before burying his tongue into my ass. I arched my back and after continuous prodding and licking my hole opened up and his tongue slipped inside. He buried his tongue as deep as he could into my ass. The sensations sent chills through my body, and my hole begged to be filled by his cock. Zak gave one last grasp to my ass cheeks and a little massage. He stood up and then lounged back in a sitting position next to me on the sofa. His cock stood straight in the air. “Get your mouth on my cock and lube it up.” I shot onto the floor on my knees and slid the full length of his shaft down my throat. My tongue slid along his cock, and I began for work his dick in and out of my mouth. I continued to suck Zak’s cock, and it throbbed and pulsed in my mouth, spilling sweet precum down my throat. Zak grabbed the back on my head, shoving his cock deep down my throat. “Yeah, work that poz cock, swallow that charged precum.” He held his cock buried all the way in my mouth setting off my gag reflex, and making my eyes water. “Get up here and ride my cock. I want to see my meat slide all the way inside you.” I stood on the sofa, my legs straddling Zak’s, my pole standing straight up; balls dangling in front of his face. He tugged on my sack and engulfed both of my balls into his mouth. He sucked my balls, and licked them before grasping them with his hand and pulling them down to devour my cock down his throat. He sucked my rod for a few minutes, then said, “Sit on my poz cock, boy.” He spit in his hand, and as I lowered myself toward his hard shaft he smeared his spit onto my hole and lubed his cock with a few wet strokes. He directed the head of his meat toward my hole. His eyes were fixed on the head of his shaft as I squatted above his tool. I slowly lowered myself onto his cock. His PA ring and dick head pressed at my asshole, and with a quick thrust his cock head slipped inside. With a slow, steady motion my ass lips slid down the full length of his shaft. His hard cock was all the way inside me. Zak grabbed my hips and buried his cock even deeper in me. “FFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!! Feel my poz rod in you. My PA is going to tear you up.” His cock stiffened in me, and his PA stretched my hole with each pulse of his meat. Zak cupped his hands onto my ass, and spread my cheeks wide open. I began to ride is pole all the way in and out of me with slow, steady motions. He groaned each time I took his cock all the way inside me. “Fuck, yes Zak!” The sensations were driving me wild. My cock was stiff and pulsing. Zak again grabbed my waist and began to shove me down onto his cock faster and harder, thrusting his hips each time to drive his death-stick all the way inside me. I could feel his PA further stretching and working my hole raw with each slam of his cock into my hole. It felt amazing. “Damn, Zeek, I can’t hold out much longer. You want my poz load?” “Fuck, yes. Breed me. Make me your poz pig.” My ass tightened around his shaft. “Oh, fuck, yes, here it comes. I’m going to poz you up, pig.” Zak thrust inside me. I felt his cock throb over and over again. As he filled my guts with his DNA, I stroked my cock, erupting cum onto his face, and beard. He opened his mouth. My cock continued to pulse, and I shot more of my jizz across his lips onto his tongue. While my cock still throbbed, I slowly worked the length of his shaft in and out of my ass. “Fuck, yes, Zeek, work my poz babies into you.” Blood tinged cum dripped from my ass with each plunge down his cock. Then I sat on his cock until I felt it stop throbbing inside me. I pulled his dick from my ass, and it slapped against his biohazard tattoo. His meat was covered with streaks of pink tinged cum. “Fuck, yes. Look at that, Zeek. Keep my virus in you. It definitely has access to your bloodstream.” Zak scooped up his blood streaked cum from his cock and put his fingers into my mouth. I licked and sucked them clean, swallowing every drop. Blood dripped from the edge of the bandage covering my freshly inked arm. It splattered onto Zak’s biohazard tattoo and cock. He ran his fingers down his shaft through my blood, across his lips and tongue. I kissed his mouth, tasting my blood on his lips. Still puffing and panting, “Fuck, Zeek. That was so hot. I love fucking my poz cum into your ass.” “I love feeling you shoot your toxic seed in me.” We need to change your bandage. Zak removed the wrapping from my arm and walked to his station for more bandages. I enjoyed looking at his naked body. It was such a turn on to me. He returned with more supplies and reapplied the bandage to my arm. We lie naked in each other’s arms on the sofa. “When can you get back down here to see me? We can continue your ink after a few weeks too. Let this heal a bit first.” “I definitely can get here in two weeks to continue my ink.” “How about we go on a date next weekend and an ink session two weeks from tonight same time?” “Sounds perfect to me.” “You know, you could possibly be ready for a biohazard tattoo in two weeks too.” I smiled, “Fuck yes.” My cock started to bone up at that thought, and I planted a slow, passionate kiss onto Zak’s lips. “Zeek, I want you to know something. I don’t want to just poz you. I like you, and not just a little. I like you a lot. I want you to be my boyfriend, my poz pig. What do you say?” “I’d like that a lot.” We continued to make out on the sofa. Our naked bodies pressed tightly together. Before we knew it both of our cocks were fully boned up again. We began to grind our bodies together. Zak kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “Zeek, I want to give you my DNA again. Make you my poz boy……….”

You swallow loads too? Im addicted to it. Better then in my ass!

Part I My parents had separated when I was young. My dad moved to Gainesville, Florida and took a job as a professor at the local university. I was left living with my mom, and my two younger brothers and two younger sisters. There was always commotion in the house and never a moment of privacy. When I got to my senior year of high school I received a scholarship for swimming to the university my dad worked at. When I told my dad he was extremely happy for me and told me if I didn’t want to live in the dorms I could live with him. I jumped at the chance to live with him and reconnect. I would also have much more privacy. I moved in with my dad that summer and found I was loving my freedom. Dad let me come and go as I please without having to answer to him. School started and I fell into a regular routine of classes, swim practice and swim meets. I knew from a young age that I was attracted to guys but had never acted on it. I loved seeing my teammates in their speedos and in the shower. I would fantasize at night about them and jack off to them. At my first swim meet I came in fourth in the butterfly stroke. I was not pleased with this and decided I needed to practice more. So on Sunday evening I went to the pool to practice more. The pool was open to all. Part of the pool had designated swimming lanes and the rest was for swimming as you pleased. There were several families there with their kids. The swimming lanes were empty. I swam a few laps and was feeling warmed up and ready to practice hard. As I swam to the end of my lane and began to execute my turn, I kid jumped into the pool and landed on my back. My back began to instantly hurt me. The kid apologized and the mother ran over to make sure I was ok. I told her I would be fine. I got out and headed to the hot tub to soak my aching back. When I got home I rubbed down with muscle relaxer and took some pain pills. The next morning my back was still killing me. I went to the coach and explained what had happened. The coach immediately sent me to one of the universities sports doctors. I arrived at the doctor’s office and they took me back to the examination room immediately. Dr. Kirst walked in and introduced himself with a firm handshake. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was young for a doctor I thought. I stood about six feet tall and looked about 180 or so. He had light brown hair neatly parted at the side and deep green eyes. He told me to disrobe and put on the gown. He left the room for a few minutes and returned. He told me to lay on my stomach so he could look at my back. He began to pressing on different areas and I yelled out in pain when he touched my lower back just about my ass crack. He then asked me to stand up and drop the robe. He began to feel my balls and asked me to cough. I tried not to get hard but my cock began to stiffen at his touch. He asked me to sit back down on the table. He explained that I just had a serious muscle pull in my back and needed to take some pain medication and begin physical therapy. He said I should be back to swimming in two weeks. He handed me the prescription for the pain medication and said he had one other medication that was experimental and wanted to try out. I said that was fine that I just wanted to heal as fast as possible. He reached into his lab coat pocket and pulled out a syringe with a clear liquid in it. He explained that it would be injected into a vein in my arm. He placed a tourniquet around my arm and found a vein. He inserted the needle and pulled back the plunger and blood appeared. He told me I would feel a warm sensation and that I would need to cough. With that, he pushed to liquid into my vein and took the tourniquet off. I began to cough very hard and felt very warm. I felt another sensation as well….I was very horny. The doctor excused himself a minute. When he left I couldn’t help but begin to touch my cock and rub my hands all over my body. I wanted sex and I wanted it now. I slid my finger in my ass and closed my eyes and began to moan quietly “Dr. Kirst please fuck me.” I was so into the sensation that I did not know that Dr. Kirst had reentered the room. Suddenly I heard a voice in my ear that said “I will gladly fuck you Adam.” I was startled at first. The doctor grabbed me and told me this was a normal reaction after taking the experimental drug. He began running his hands over my body and leaned in and kissed me. I had never been with a guy I confessed to him. He said he would teach me all about man on man sex. He told me he did not have much time now since he had other patients to see but he would give me and introductory lesson on man on man sex. He bent my over the table and began playing with my ass. I was extremely turned and began wiggling my ass and moaning softly. He undid his pants and dropped them to the ground. I looked and saw his erect penis. It was a monster. It had to be nine inches and thick. He rubbed it against my ass and said “This is want you want isn’t it Adam?” I mumbled “Yes but it is so big I don’t think I can take it.” Dr. Kirst replied, “Trust me Adam, you can. After all I am the doctor.” With that he reached over to the counter and took a tube of KY and spread it on my ass and on his huge throbbing cock. He slid a finger in and I moaned in ecstasy. He removed his finger and placed the tip of his cock on my warm hole. He leaned over and placed his hand on my mouth and said “here comes my cock stud.” He slid in with all his might. I screamed with pain and pleasure into his hand. “Relax you will love it.” He began sliding in and out of me with greater force and I actually relaxed and got into him fucking me. “Fuck doc, fuck me.” He picked up the pace and whispered in my ear “ready for my hot cum?” “Yes please give it to me!” With that had straighten up and began trusting harder and he pushed in as far as he could. I felt a warm sensation flood my ass and felt his cock pulsating as he shot load after load into my ass. The doctor pulled his pants up and took out his note pad and wrote something on it and handed it to me. He told me that this session was not over and that he still need to explain more about the experimental drug. He told me to get dressed. After I dressed he walked me out and told me to make sure I got my prescriptions filled. Once outside and opened the note. It simple read “8:00 pm 1212 Oakton street”. I was confused but intrigued and still horn as fuck. As I walked home I couldn’t help but get turned on by every hot guy I saw. I wanted them to fuck me too. What was going on?

Part 1 My name in Bradley Bartholomew Barrington. It was during my senior year in high school, I had just turned 18 and was starved for sex. I had heard from people I chatted with on line that the bathhouse was a great place to lose my virginity. I was warned to be careful since most guys who went to the baths preferred to fuck raw. As much as bareback sex war a turn on, I knew it could be risky. Most of my straight friends preferred to fuck their girlfriend without rubbers, but I didn't want to catch anything so early in my sex life. I worked things out with a friend to cover for me so I could hit the bathhouse on a Friday night. I followed some advice I was given and made sure I was 'cleaned out' and ready to be fucked (if it came too that), heading to the bathhouse around 10 pm, trying to get in before it got too busy and they increased the cover to get inside. I parked down the block not wanting anyone to recognize my car in the parking lot and walked down the block. I made sure to have my own rubbers to use and walked down the block. I walked I through the door where a cute guy (maybe in his mid to late 20's) greeted me asking me for my ID and if I wanted a room or locker. I asked how much for each and was told $40 for a room and $15 a locker. I only had $20 and went for a locker. He gave me a towel and a key and told me that with the locker I was good for 48 hours before I'd have to renew the locker. He could tell this was my first visit to the baths and he suggested I check out the hot tub first. I found my locker, stripped down and put my towel around my slim waist. I'm sure to most of the guys there I looked too young to be I the bathhouse. At 5'8", 130 pounds, with barely enough hair above my 7"cock, arm pits and legs they'd all think I was barely 16, but, of course, I had to be legal to through the door. Once I was situated I made my way around checking things out. It wasn't the crowded but I found a cute guy (close to my age by the looks of it, I'm guessing early 20's). I'm guessing he was about 6' and had a nice slim, swimmer's build with a smooth muscular chest. He was sitting on the edge of the hot tub and I guess that was a good place as any to relax for a while before checking out more if the place. I sat across from him and he smiled at me as his cock began to grow (as did my own). He motioned for me to come sit by him and I figured that this was a good if time as any to meet someone. I moved over to his side of the hot tub and sat down as he moved into the tub to join me under the water. He introduced himself as Seth and commented that he'd never seen me around before tonight. I admitted that I had just turned 18 and wanted to check this place out. He told me about himself that he was 26 and came her for the first time about the same age and he was guided in the baths by an experienced older guy. He added that I needed to be careful, that many guys would want to prey on a cute young thing like me. I let him know that I was aware of that and I only play safe and showed him that I bought my own rubbers. He leaned in close to me giving me a kiss on my ear as he said that he played safe too, then suggested we go back to his room and get to know each other better. He now gave me a real kiss on the lips as our tongues mixed in a heated exchange. He then guided my hand to his hard cock and then placed his hand on mine. I could tell he was experienced as we got really into making out. He stood up and took me by the hand leading me from the hot tub, down the hall and towards his room. Once we got to his room we went inside and he shut the door behind us. The room consisted of a large bed, with a TV in the corner and a small bathroom with a shower. He kissed me again as he guided me down on the bed. He paused to ask me if I smoked pot. I let him know that I loved weed. He pulled out a water bong and lit it up taking the first hit before handing the bong to me for me to get a nice hit. He told me to hit it again since he'd smoked earlier I the night. I took five good hits as he urged me on and DAMN, it was good shit! While I was smoking Seth began to suck my hard cock. The more I smoked the more sensitive my cock was getting. I've never had weed affect me like this, and I liked it. After the fifth hit he came up and sucked the smoke from my mouth before I could exhale. This turned into another great kiss before he guided my head to his hard cock. I never realized the size of his tool until I tried to go down I him. I had sucked off a couple classmates off, but none of their cocks were as big as his. Seth sensed my inexperience with his size and coached me as I took more and more of his cock into my mouth. Soon his cock was at the entrance to my throat and I want sure I could take him in any further until he told me to inhale through my nose as I went down on him. The next time I went down I took a deep breath through my nose as I felt Seth's hands on the back of my head. When his cock hit my throat he applied a little bit of pressure I the back of my head and his cock slid into my throat. He had me hold it there for a little while before letting me move back up so I could let my breath out before breathing in again as I went back down. This time I was able to get him into my throat on my own. I began to get a nice rhythm going hoping I'd get my first taste of cum, especially as none of the guys I had sucked in the past had ever cum, so I really wanted to see what cum tasted like. I could tell he was getting close when he pulled me off of his hard cock letting me know there was plenty of time for me to swallow cum later. He wanted to smoke some more with me. He packed the pipe with some more pot and I wasn't sure, but it looked like he added something else, but I didn't care, I was getting alive and getting very horny. While I lit up and took a couple of hits, Seth pulled a bottle of Gatorade from his bag and took a drink then offered me some as he took the pipe from me. After working on his cock my mouth was in need of something wet. I took a big drink as Seth the pipe offering me the smoke from his lungs. After that shotgun I was still thirsty and Seth told me that I could finish the bottle since he had more. I downed the rest of the bottle and took the bong from him and took a few good hits. It was at this time Seth pushed me onto my back, lifted my legs and began to lick my hole. I've read abut rimming and this was my first time experiencing the pleasure. I began to feel very hot and my horniness grew as I seemed to ever a slight fog. As Seth expertly tongued my hole the sensation sent my senses into overdrive. He also began to finger my hole and, as he put it, ready it for his cock. He was gentle at first as he explained he needed to stretch me open and that it might burn a bit as he opened me up. While he was working me open he told me to look at the video on the TV, that what was happening to the twink on the screen was going to happen to me soon. In the video the twink was getting fucked by another young guy. The one thing that caught my attention was that the twink was getting fucked raw, but I knew Seth says he played safe so I wasn't worried. Everything was good with him sticking in one finger. Then he rimmed me some more and warned that he was going to try two fingers with some lube. I felt his two digits ease inside me as he flexed them to help 'stretch me' and I felt the burn he mentioned. It didn't last long before I felt a third finger side I with ease as Seth kissed and licked my inner thighs. He has me moaning as he worked my hole open. When Seth pulled his fingers from I felt so empty I begged him to stick them back inside me. He wasn't one to disappoint as he slid three fingers back in flexing them as he had done with his two earlier again I felt the burn as he stretched me open. This elicited a pleasurable moan from me as he worked in deeply. Then, when he pulled his fingers out, he said it was time to get me laid.

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 . . .

Since becoming poz, I've always practiced safe fucking. I've never even thought about doing anything remotely unsafe - and I always spread the word about condom use among my friends. I'm a bottom so I never thought about being concerned with a neg top fucking me bare. transmission I assume is low. But I have this asshole friend of mine named Jake - or at least a guy I always run into because we have many friends in common. He thinks that poz guys who get knocked up do so because they are too promiscuous. He actually said "they fuck too much and don't know when to stop so I don't have any sympathy for them." I decided right then and there that my mission was to set up his ass some how. It also helped knowing he is a big fan of Disneyland, so putting everything I knew about Jake, I had the perfect idea to get poz cum up his hole - and I wasn't thinking one load. About six or seven months had passed and I decided it was time to make my move, and by good fortune I ran into Jake at a birthday party. I casually mentioned to him I was going to an amusement park in Anaheim with a group of guys and that we got a hotel room to make it an all weekend full of fun. I told him I had an extra ticket because someone had canceled. He ran the idea through his mind and asked me if he could buy the ticket from me. I told him that it would save me the trouble from being fucked over since the other guy had canceled on me. I also mentioned the other guy lived in Santa Ana and wasn't going to stay in the hotel room. After speaking to him, I ended up having him agree to sleep on the hotel room floor. We figured we wouldn't tell the front desk the room would have five guests staying instead of four. It was a big hotel room with two beds. I told him to bring an extra pillow. It was summer so there wasn't really a need to bring extra blankets. The next part of the plan was to now get poz tops into bareback fucking a negative asshole. I put an ad on a popular bareback site with the heading "Poz Tops Needed for Conversion Party." On the Wednesday before the Friday night sleep-over, I had 26 tops who responded. I had to separate those on the from the list those who were NOT poz, which reduced the number to 15, and then I did my best to eliminate the flakes, which reduced the list to 12. After talking to nine of them who gave me their number, I explained the plan. They were to stay most of the first night and take turns making trips to the restroom and seducing Jake to surrender his hole to them - bareback. It was probably going to be a challenge. I had nine guys who continued to express interest in the undertaking. During each interview, I jotted notes on how committed they seemed, how turned on they were from the scene, if they were really off meds and if they had ever pozzed a neg man before. Dick size played a small part, but I definitely wanted tops with bigger than average dick sizes. I also noted that a couple were able to give more than one load up an unsuspecting asshole. After I narrowed my search, I came up with the best three poz guys of the bunch. They had 26 inches of poz dick they could offer a hungry bottom. All three claimed to be aggressive and would not pull out early. One of the tops claimed to have pozzed up at least 14 men that he knew of for sure. Friday night came and the Jake arrived right after I did as planned. It was around 10pm. We planned to get a good rest and start off bright and early as soon as the park opened. Jake staked his blanket and pillow on the floor near the restroom. As he was about to lye down, I asked him if he was really going to sleep with pajamas with firetrucks all over. I told him that was kind of goofy and that he could sleep the way I do, bare ass naked. The other guys aren't going to look or care I pointed out, but it would stand out when he got up in the morning to shower. And besides, it was in the middle of summer. Soon after Jake and I had dozed off and the other 3 came trickling into the hotel room. They had no suitcases since they weren't going to stay the whole night. I had the biggest dick top sleep with me in my bed. The top in my bed held me by wrapping his arms around me with his dick resting along my crack. Too bad his dick wasn't going to slide up my hole. Jake was sound asleep while the other guys were waiting for my signal. The first guy I had go first went to the restroom. He was naked and had a semi-hard-on. He left the bathroom light on which provided me with a small amount of light just enough to watch the show, yet make the bottom feel comfortable that it was night. The top crouched down on his knees and starting rubbing Jake's body. One hand was feeling his arms, back and legs. The other hand was seducing his asscheeks and crack. The top also started to lightly tug on his Jake's dickshaft. Jake woke up with a rging hard-on. "Hey dude, what's going on?" Jake whispered. "I can't sleep and I'm really horned up. I was hoping you were a bottom," the top whispered back. Didn't take long before the top had his poz bare dick up Jake's ass. I could tell Jake was trying to be careful not to wake anyone up. The top played along. His dick sea-sawed back and forth, up and down his ass shoot. All of a sudden, the top thrusted hard for a couple stroked up Jake's ass as he was feeding Jake's ass with some grade A American poz cum. The top whispered, "My name is Brad, what's yours?" "Jake," he whispered back, "I don't usually fuck bareback." The top told Jake not to worry about it and went back in bed. About a half hour later another top did much the same thing. The previous top who had fucked already left for home. In no time, the second top with a nine inch dick was breathing heavy with desire as he was fucking Jake's hole. as predicted, Jake was on the receiving end of a poz load. Now there was only one poz top left, and he was a multiple orgasm top. The top nudged Jake awake and asked him if he wanted to share his bed because the other top left home to deal with an emergency. Jake was tired but complied. Jake's ass took a pounding. I decided to come out of the blanket and lay in my bed stroking while Jake was getting fucked over. Jake saw me but didn't seem to want to stop because of embarrassment. I egged them on, and walked over to the bed and began playing and stroking Jake's balls and dick. "Get your faggot hands off me!" Jake screamed. In this situation I knew I had the upper hand. I gestured 'fuck you' with my middle finger, accompanied with a loud retort "Fuck you! And I mean really, fuck you!" "I don't want your AIDS hands touching my balls and dick!" Jake screamed out. "So how many poz cum loads do you think you took tonight Jake? Just how many?" The top was breathless and about to squirt his fourth load up Jake's asshole. "I count six loads. Six poz creamy loads!" Jake looked at the top, who just shrugged with a lascivious smile. "Why didn't you tell me the guys were all poz?" "Why would it matter," I asked, "You never bareback, remember?"

It was a Saturday night in November and I was craving sex. After dinner, I did a clean out, grabbed my small bottle of lube and drove to the local abs, 20 minutes away. There were only 3 other vehicles in the parking lot, one of them a large suv with New York license plates and a decal from a Brooklyn dealership on the trunk. Walking inside, I paid the $5.00 fee and went to the video arcade. Rounding a corner, I spotted 2 black guys who looked to be in their late 20's. One was 6' with a shaved head, the other was 5'10" with short hair. Both wore white wife-beaters and black nylon basketball shorts, obviously with nothing underneath. "Let's give it another half hour and if there's no action, we'll head back to the hotel." The taller one said. "Is my stink as bad as I think it is?" Approaching them, I stopped and before the shorter guy could reply and taking a deep sniff, I said, "Your stink isn't bad at all! It sure is good to hear my native tongue in this place. Brooklyn in da house! Moved down here 13 years ago." They both laughed and the taller one asked, "You really like my stink?" He grabbed my head and gently moved it into his sweaty armpit. Reveling in the pungent scent, I sniffed deeply and licked the sweat from his pit. "There's something specifically masculine about the sweaty aroma of a man and it's not limited to his pits. It can be his pubes, his ass and even his feet. For me, manstink is better than poppers." "How do you like mine?" The shorter one asked, moving my head to his armpit. Once again, I sniffed and licked. This guy's stink was equally strong, yet different from the first guy. "Mmmm! You both stink good!" "Damn, you're a freak!" The taller one said, squeezing his crotch. Looking down, I could see that both guys were getting aroused. "Freak, pig, slut, tramp, I've been called many names, all true. Never been paid for it, so I'm not a whore. I'm all man, so I'm nobody's bitch, cunt or pussy. As you can see, I've got a big mouth. You can take the boy out of Brooklyn, but you can't take Brooklyn out of the boy!" "Pig seems to suit you!" The shorter one said. "I'm Jesse and this is Lemar. Right now, Brooklyn is colder than a witches tit, so a bunch of us drove down here for some decent weather. So pig, do you like black cock?" Licking my lips, I said, "To be honest, I like all cock, but I LOVE black cock, as well as black cum, black piss and black ass. I'm Eliot and if you guys are interested, you need to know one thing. Kissing is a must!" Jesse and Lemar looked at each other and they smiled in agreement. "Yeah, we're interested. There are 3 more of us back at our motel and we all love to kiss. Before we make definite plans, you need to know 2 things, we party and we NEVER play safe." He said. "Music to my ears!" I replied. "I've NEVER had a condom on or in me, so naturally, I'm POZ. Aunt T has been known to visit me on occasion too. Where are you guys staying and how long? Do you just want me for tonight or do I need to stop at home and get my meds?" "We're staying at ****Motel in room 111 and since we don't have to be back in Brooklyn til Wednesday, we'll head back Monday night." Lemar replied. "If you're as piggy as you claim to be, plan on staying as long as you can, so you might want to get your meds. All of us are POZ too. Three of us are total tops, 1 is versatile and 1 is a total bottom. We also have Cialis if tinadick is an issue. Do you mind if we go into a booth and we can sample each other?" "Fine with me." I said. "The booth at the end should be big enough for the 3 of us. I know where your motel is and I'll probably be there 15 minutes after you if we leave at the same time. Hope you like what you sample of me, because I know I'll love what I'll sample of you guys." I led them to the large booth and locked the door behind us. Lemar and Jesse stood in front of me. "Who do I sample first?" I asked. "Me first!" Jesse declared. "Lemar, you get behind him and see what his hole is like!" Grabbing the waistband of Jesse's shorts, I slid them down, revealing a semi hard uncut cock, oozing precum. I took it into my mouth and in seconds it reached its 9" fullness. At the same time, I felt Lemar pulling down my shorts and as he inserted a finger up my butt, I felt Jesse's cock go past my tonsils and I was rewarded with the scent of his sweaty pubes. "Mmmmm!" I moaned. "He's got a nice, tight hole!" Lemar exclaimed, removing his finger and licking it. Bending down, he spread my butt cheeks and thrust his tongue inside. "Tasty and he hosed out!" "You need to feel his sweet mouth on your dick!" Jesse said, pulling out of my mouth. "Let's switch positions so I can get me a sample of that ass." Next thing I knew, Lemar was in front of me, shorts down, sporting 8" cut with huge balls. He grabbed me by my ears and started to skullfuck me. Jesse's tongue was inside me in a flash as I deepthroated Lemar and sniffed the scent of his lush pubes. One thing I noticed was that they had identical bio hazard tats to the left of their pubes. "Damn, you really are a pig!" Lemar said, pulling out of my mouth. "How did you ever get out of Brooklyn without running into us? You should get your meds before you join us, because I think the 5 of us will be having lots of fun with you." "Sounds like a plan!" I said. "If you guys don't mind, I'd like to sample a taste of your butts before we leave." "Feel free." Lemar said, turning around and spreading his hairy butt cheeks. I thrust my tongue inside and savored the sweet, sweaty musky flavor, slurping audibly. "You're next, Jesse!" I declared and he backed his butt onto my face. Jesse had a smooth ass, yet it was tasty just the same. "When I ain't sucking dick, I hope someone will be sitting on my face!" "Our friends would raise hell if we kept you here to ourselves," Jesse said, "so let's get this show on the road. Before we leave, give me your cellphone and I'll give you mine. This way, if there are any snags, we can get in touch." The 3 of us pulled up our shorts and Jesse and I exchanged cellphones to put our numbers into them. With that done, we left the booth and walked out of the abs together. "See you soon!" I said as we got to our respective vehicles. "Don't start without me and don't even think about washing off your stink!" To be continued

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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.

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!”

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.

Depends on your needs & desires .. if you are talking to TWO POZ guys who want to shoot their loads in your Ass ... and turns you on then we know your desires. Do you have the balls to take Poz Cum? DO NOT mislead them... if you agree to meet it should end with your ass being filled with Cum. Advice from a CUM pig, be honest with yourself so you can be honest about any hookups. If you start taking POZ Loads, do you go to unmedicated & High Viral Loads? You also need to check STI / STI & how far down each road you go. If you decide not to do it, then dont list yourself in profiles. Personally I find Men will Lie to get Laid, so I don't ask. I get off being a CUM RECEPTICAL for POZ Loads.

In Tallahassee staying near FSU on a quick business trip. Put an ad on A4A and ended up getting fucked by 2 college students last night. First verse 23-year-old blonde kid who fucked and bred me with a huge load. Second was 24-year-old black kid with huge cock. I could not get him to fuck me raw. He tore up my hole and left me with a little blood on the sheets. Now this morning I have 2 Poz guys that want to fuck me. One is a black guy with a 10 inch cock. Holy crap not sure what I should do since I'm tore up inside.

I went to an ABS yesterday as I often do. Sucked a few nice cocks. Got sucked. Sucked a good looking older guys 7" cock through a glory hole. Then did something I rarely do. I felt the need to be fucked. So I took my mouth of his cock, dropped my shorts, turned around and inserted his cock into my ass. Fuck it felt great taking an anon raw cock in me. Too bad he didn't get off though. Then I watched a hot guy through the hole jerking off to straight porn. He didn't mind being watched but didn't want any action. He came all over the floor and the chair. As soon as he walked out I went into that booth and licked his sperm off the chair.

Dang! I want that in my hole! Curved or not....

Really really great story. Wish there were more parts after the poz photo shoot.

Its interesting to hear different perspectives about fucking an unconscious bottom. Even though I was unconscious most of the time I would never have thought of the guys who fucked me as raping me. We were both getting what we wanted.

Here is a pic of my curved cock. I am 25 btw.

Until death do us part (story a cheating boyfriend) – Part 02 I can’t deny it: over the next couple of days I thought a lot about Dante and his sweet little ass. Although he was interested in my cock, he seemed to be troubled with the idea of betraying his partner, so if I was going to empty my balls, I knew I would have to be very careful in approaching him. Still, I could not wait for our second date. Thursday came I found the little angel seated on a bench, dressed in his white puma training suit, apparently watching for me. He looked so innocent, and when he saw me he arose, walked towards me to greet me. “Hey there,” he said, adding “It is good to see you again” as his gaze wandered down to my crotch and up to my face again. “I am happy to see you too, as you can see” I replied, taking a good grip of my crotch. My dick had been hard for the entire drive to meet Dante. “So what’s the plan?” he asked and looked around as if he was uncomfortable to be here at this public place. “Depends on you. I just know I need to open my pants real soon. My dick is already hurting, if you know what I mean,” I smirked. “I can see. Your pants are too tight, or your cock is too big,” Dante commented, licking his lips with repressed excitement. "Why don’t we just drive around for a while? We could drive downtown and drink some coffee,” I suggested. “No! No coffee…. not downtown! My boyfriend thinks I'm with my best friend, buying stuff for her new apartment” he explained. So he lied to his boyfriend again about the two of us meeting. If he had a clear conscience, he wouldn’t have to lie to his man, but he was craving for my cock. He wanted to feel my cock break through his pussy, piercing up his cunt. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but it was definitely inevitable. “Driving around is nice…. maybe you know a parking lot, where we can talk a bit, while sitting in the car” he suggested.. ‘Yeah…. doing some dirty talk, you bitch’ I thought. “Sure do…. let’s go” I answered flashing a smile at him. We got into my car but before we left I told him how stunning he looked to day and how much I liked his scent. He smiled at me and told me he didn’t wear any cologne as his boyfriend was allergic to almost everything. “Really. Then your scent is overwhelming. I have never experienced something like this before, but just smelling you makes me hot,” I purred. Without asking for permission I leaned over into his space and sniffed at the side of his neck, murmuring “Awesome,” although in truth there was nothing special about his scent. But he was flattered and I knew this would open the door to his cunt sooner or later. Dante giggled and on purpose he touched my bulge and searched for the tip of my cock, pressing through my jeans fabric and softly massaged my cockhead, even as he moaned "Not here...." He couldn’t see my evil grin. I started the engine and we left the church parking lot. Dante didn’t look at me. He had only eyes for my bulge and he kept touching it with such a passion. I thought for a few seconds, and decided on a remote location with which I was familiar. We didn't exchange a single word. I drove, and he played with my cock. Half an hour later we drove onto a deserted parking area of a factory which was long closed down. After I stopped the engine I turned to Dante and asked if he was alright. “I am not sure, if this is right, what we are doing” he told me softly. “What are we doing?” I replied. “You know. I came here to get fucked by you,” Dante admitted. “Really? Wow…. I mean, I was hoping you would open up to me eventually, but I never thought today would be the day.” I played the stupid. “Yeah, I even brought lube with me,” he showed me a small tube. The whore was prepared. Nice change of things. Who would have thought that this true and loyal boy would spread his legs on the second date. Giving him my most serious look, I replied "I was also hoping things would eventually develop between us, but this is a new situation for me too, especially since I also love my boyfriend." Of course I was just playing him up, and my 'confession' was entirely a lie. “We don’t have to rush this, Dante,” I suggested, giving him a warm smile. He had not once stopped playing with my dick (through my jeans), and it seemed as if the buttons of my fly would explode off of their own accord, so I asked "Mind if I open-up my jeans please? It really hurts," almost begging him. “Please, let me,” he politely replied. “Of course, baby,” I answered with a smile as I crossed my arms behind my head and leaned back. Dante opened my pants easily. In no time my nine incher proudly protruded out of my jeans. He started to jack me off slowly again and from time to time he licked over my cockhead. For a couple of minutes I let him have his way, but then I stopped his jacking motions. He looked at me questioning. “Listen Dante, the first time I saw you, I knew I wanted to be with you. But we are both not free and you got a bad conscience and I feel the same way about my lover, but I don’t want to be jacked off by you only. If we want to have sex, then we got to do it the right way," I said, reiterating my earlier point. “I am not ready to be fucked,” Dante gulped. “That’s okay… it’s okay baby… you can suck me - at least at the beginning,” I murmured as I caressed him. “That’s really okay for you? You are not mad at me or something?” he asked, an element of trepidation in his voice. “No…. it is okay. It is only important that you enjoy sucking my cum out of my balls and that you swallow it all…. can you do this for me?” I asked with what I thought would pass for loving eyes. “I am not so much into swallowing and so… you know, I don’t know you for a long time. I am scared of diseases,” he sighed. ‘Tough’ I thought, but I knew if I would force him now, he might be scared like a little flower. And I wanted to fuck him unsafe. To rip him open with my cunt basher and mix my semen with his blood in a bad and hard assfucking. “I can understand that. But my last test was negative. What about yours?" Of course I didn't tell him my last negative test was several years in the past. He swore it was the same with him, but still he needed time. ‘Oh fuck’ I thought, but undeterred suggested “Listen…. why don’t we get in the back of the car and talk about this. You could at least give me a little show," looing desperately at Dante. “A little show?” Dante was not sure what I wanted. I told him, it would be a nice gesture if he would spread his legs on the back seat and finger himself for me a little bit. He could use some lube, so it would look professional. Seeing I needed some relief, he agreed, and we climbed out of the front seats, but before we climbed in the back, Dante took off his training suit. The little whore was wearing jock strap! Laying on his back as much as he was able, he spread his legs widely, licked his fingers, showing me his tight anal entrance. I thought I would rape him then and there, but I played along and so I started jerking off, while Dante fingered himself like a two dollar whore. Which I supposed he would likely be in future. Eventually he began using some lube to get his fingers deeper into his snatch, moaning in rhythm to the slurping sounds his ass cunt made as he finger fucked himself - now using three fingers. His eyes were closed, so he didn’t see me when I moved towards him, but he certainly felt me when I climbed on top of him, my cock searching (and finding) his sweet, promising orifice. While my cock head rested against his well lubed opening, Dante began to push his hands against my chest and told me clearly to stop. My eyes were closed and I pretended neither to see his scared eyes nor to hear his pleading cries. I kept on pushing my cock head into his tight hole and slowly I entered his fuck tube. Dante screamed at the top of his lungs. After my dick had entered him a bit I stopped and looked down at him. “Please don’t….” he cried. “I love you, but you are making me so horny with your show, I need more than just jerking off,” I explained. “Then let me suck you, but without swallowing it… but please don’t fuck me bareback,” he replied. I didn't answer, but instead resumed slow, gentle fucking motions. He went ballistic. “Okay… OKAY," I replied with a degree of exasperation in my voice. "What about this: you suck me but I will pull out when I cum, and fire my cum right into your face. Okay?” Dante didn’t know the danger taking a load 'on his face', because he readily agreed, and indeed seemed excited at the prospects of seeing my cum ooze out of my cock. Of course what he didn't know was that I intended not only to cum on his face - I was determined to blow my load into his eyes. “Okay…” I roared and withdrew my dick for an inch, only to ram it back fully into him, balls deep. After bottomed out I withdrew my cock finally. “OKAY!” I shouted out. I went backwards to the door and grabbed Dante at his shirt. After opening the door I stepped out of the car but Dante stayed inside, sitting there and swallowing my dick. This was not the way he liked it, but I didn't give him a choice. I held his head in my hands fucking him deeply into his mouth, and straight into his throat. He struggled to control his gag reflex, so I forgave him scratching me with his teeth and drooling as if he had never before sucked cock. I knew I was about to give my load, and so I kept my word and pulled my dick out of his mouth, jacking myself, grunting "Take a close look, Dante, here it cums!" He did exactly what I suggested, all but bug-eyed as I coaxed myself over the edge, which gave me the excellent opportunity to blow several large gushes of cum on each side of his face, specifically aiming for his eyes - which ended-up being totally covered with my cum. It was such a hot sight. “Damn, it burns,” he complained. “That’s normal. Lay on your back and close your eyes. I will try to find a bottle of water. Don’t rub your eyes, you'll make it worse,” I advised, but adding "“But I've gotta first take a piss," I told him. While I took my piss nearby the car, I took the chance to take some pictures of cute Dante in his mess. He didn’t even realize, that I was using my mobile phone to get some good evidence, just in case he refused to let me fuck him later on. Instead of bringing him water, I opened up the other backseat door and climbed a bit into the car, asking him if he would mind cleaning my cock - that I was a bit messy. “Sure…. you need to help me, I ca..** ‘slurp’ sheeee ya…..”he mumbled, while my cock was already abusing his throat again. After I finished my first dirty deed I helped Dante to clean up. He looked at me with his big bloodshed eyes and I was ready to show the bitch the pictures, to get him into line, but I chose to start with “I’m sorry, I just feel too much for you,” trying to feign the look of shame. “That was so fucking awesome,” Dante exclaimed as his eyes began to clear-up, adding with a gasp “I've never sex like this before. When can I meet you again?”

The first thing that needs to be said is that fucking someone who's unconscious or passed out isn't "practically rape," it is rape in the eyes of the law. Now these cases typically involve sorority girls who drink too much rather than guys in bathhouses, but the point still stands and a top who fucked a passed out guy could technically be prosecuted. From the perspective of being a bottom, I'm of two minds about this. I really love the idea of the anonymity...the not knowing who fucked me. But I also really, really enjoy the experience of getting fucked and if I wasn't present for that, I'd kind of feel like I'd missed out. I guess I'd put it this way. If it happened, I'd be fine with it. But it's not a scenario I'd seek out for myself. As a top, I'd leave you alone. I want my bottoms responsive enough to participate in the sex. If all you're going to do is just lie there, I'll find someone else.

Love to show up there as a bottom to be fucked by all.

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Great story, so envious of the main character. Wish I could be in his position.

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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)

October 28, met up with a regular fuck bud, older, hung and hairy man that fucked me for over an hour and dropped his 5 day poz load deep in my ass. Was a good Friday.

Done that

I was getting a massage by someone I thought was a "professional masseur". He was giving me a great massage. While massaging my ass area, he was showing my ass crack a great deal of attention. His fingers would brush against my balls. I was getting uncomfortably hard as he massaged my ass. I lifted up my ass and reached under me to readjust my now hard cock. As I did so, he slipped his finger up into my ass. He quickly found my prostate and rubbed it. I was grinding my ass and groaning. "You like that", he asked? "Yeah. It feels awesome", I said. "Want me to fuck you", he asked? "Fuck yeah", I groaned. I heard him removing his shorts and muscle tee-shirt. He spit on my asshole and I felt him climbing up behind me on the table. His face was soon buried in my ass. His tongue was sliding his spit up into me. He ate my ass and slid more and more spit up into me. Soon, he pulled my ass up. Told me to keel. I did and he handed me a bottle of poppers. I took a deep sniff as I felt his cock slide up into me. He pumped and pounded my ass for several minutes. The slammed deep into me, grunting and filling my ass with his load. He collapsed onto me as we both caught our breaths. I went to him several more times. Each time he would end the massage by slamming his raw dick into me.

I usually want them up my ass, but I love swallowing loads too. Once had a guy I met online come over, about an hour later than he said he'd be there, and he didn't fit his description--hairier, heavier, a little older, and not all that pleasant. But he had a pretty big dick thick, and had thick coarse hair growing up his shaft. He kept his teeshirt and boxers on dick hanging through the slit. I started sucking and I can get off on dirty talking but this guy was more rude than dirty talk. I just wanted it to be over and done--although the thick hairy dick was nice to savor. I told him I didn't want to be bred, wanted his load in my mouth and he said ok but he'd just fuck me a little raw. He was pounding, talking shit as he fucked me, and his huge foreskin could be felt in my guts, coarse hairy dick scratching my ass lips. I reminded him to give me his load orally and let me clean his foreskin and he said ok. Eventually he's holding me down talking about pigfucking my cunt and I could tell he's getting close, give another reminder to let me swallow his cum and he pins me down and shouts, "shut the fuck up, I fuck pighole how I want cunt" and starts spewing a lot inside me. He kept grunting and shooting cum in me, I'm pinned under him and can't move, but he seemed to enjoy forcing me to take his cum. I had such mixed feelings. I wanted to throw up thinking this slob just bred me, yet his cock was hot, hurt a little, and my ass was juicy wet and burning. He laid on top of my back still in my asshole, breathing heavy, dick throbbing. About 20 minutes later he starts stirring and he's fucking me again, I'm trying to hold the cum inside my hole, he doesn't say a word, and I'm trying to wiggle out from under him. He steps up his fuck and gets rough again, finally saying he's not going anywhere and he has to make sure I'm pregnant so I don't forget him. He slaps my face every so often calling me a worthless whore who doesn't deserve his dick, I'm lucky he's using me. He's hurting me but it's a turnoff also. He finally cums jamming deep with every spurt, stays inside again breathing heavy for about 5 minutes. Then he gets up, still wearing his boxers and teeshirt dick hanging out and he dresses quickly, tells me to just lay there so he can look at my pighole and admire how he used me. He grabbed me by the face inches away looking at me and says to keep his fucking shit up my ass so I'll be wet when he comes back after having a few beers. or there will be hell to pay. He looked pretty convincing and wasn't sure what to do--go away? Lock doors and don't answer it if he returns? Almost two hours later he texts me and asks if he can leave more cum in my guts. I said yes. He was over in 15 minutes reeking of beer, was sweeter but still rough, hardly talked and fucked me again then asked me nicely to clean his foreskin off of cum. I sucked on that thing like it was a last meal. He left, screen name changed, never saw him again.

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I was spacing in and out, enjoying the sensation of the new bigger plug in my hole, the chems flowing through my body had me all worked up. Mikey came back into the room, this time with a third guy. I recognised this one from a previous one night stand, Dave, but he'd been the bottom that time. Dave was maybe 25 if he was a day and clearly worked out, a buff gym tight body, big smooth chest, thick arms. He had a big smile on his face as he admired my position in the sling and the butt plug filling my fuck hole. "Outstanding...you want some more cock whore?" "Yeah, mate, I need more cock, fucking fill my hole" "I plan on it" He dropped his shorts to reveal a nice thick 7inch cut cock, it was really thick and growing to attention. Mikey came up behind me and this time he positioned a bottle of poppers at my nose, holding one nostril closed "breathe deep baby". I did as I was told, deep breaths from one nostril, then the other. A few seconds later the rush hit me, as it did Dave started to remove the butt plug, it sprung out of my hole with a rush of cum. "Oh fuck you been busy with this one already Mikey!". Dave threw the butt plug to one side and positioned his cock at my opening, he slowly began to slid it inside me. Too slow, I wanted him to pound me, fuck the hell out of me. "Faster Dave, fucking give me that dick". "Not so fast baby, your going to enjoy this". He kept his slow deliberate pace, filling my hole with his cock in a slow deep thrust. Then once he was balls deep he held it there, leant down and kissed me deeply grinding deeper still inside me. Then he leant back and started to slowly and rhythmically thrust into me, the pace was just this side of too slow for me I wanted more, almost as if his thick cock wasn't enough for me any more. "I dunno Mikey, I don't think cock is doing it for this boy any more", Dave said as he kept sliding in and out. "I know Dave, I think you might need to fist punch that cunt" In my haze the only part of that sentence I could process was fist, they were going to fist me, but I was way too tight for that. My hole had always been tight it's what guys loved about fucking me, I could milk their dicks with my arse. As I was trying to process this, Mikey placed the poppers at my nose again, I started breathing the fumes enjoying the sensation mixed with the slam. Dave pulled out of my hole, and kneeled behind me then I felt his fingers exploring my opening. First three, then four, he started working them in and out of me, my hole opening and closing more slowly each time, then he added the fingers from his other hand, stretching and probing. As this was going on I was still breathing the poppers, and moaning like a bitch in heat. The feel of his hands working my hole open, stretching it were amazing. I was having the greatest ride of my life. "I think he's ready now" Dave pulled both hands from my hole, then I felt his knuckles pushing inside me, "Oh Fuck" I moaned "It's okay baby your so open and ready, take another hit on the poppers and I'll slide right in" The poppers were back and I breathed deep and held it, as I did Dave pushed is fist inside me, "OH MY GOD FUCK YES", he held it for a moment, allowing me to adjust to the intrusion, there were so many sensations all at once I took another hit of the poppers, and then he started to work it deeper inside, before pulling back out again. "Oh Fuck YEAH!!!, fucking fist punch my cunt!" I was begging for his fist back inside me, it wasn't cock but it was somehow better, I had no idea what was going on but here I was strapped into a sling one dude feeding me poppers the other fist fucking my hole as I moaned and begged for it over and over. "Fuck Me Fuck Me Fuck Me Fuck Me Fuck Me". As Dave continued to work his fist in and out of my hole I started to space out.... ...I don't know what happened, I think I passed out from a combination of the poppers and the slam, I woke up and I was lying on a bed in a room I didn't recognise. As i started to stir, I realised my hole was empty, I slid my hand down to explore it, every touch from my finger like a bolt of electricity shooting through me, it was empty and need to be filled. I was softly moaning fingering myself when a door opened and light from the hall spilled in as five guys entered the room and gathered around the edges of the bed, naked and stroking there cocks, Mikey was amongst them and they were all looking at me like I was about to be the main meal, "Fill my fucking hole", I lied back and spread my legs and arse cheeks wide..... More to come.

I made it home in record time, threw my meds and a few packs of cigs in a plastic bag and was on my way. Some 35 minutes later, I parked my car next to the suv and called Jesse's number. "Your pig is here!" I announced, as I reached their room and knocked on the door. Jesse opened the door and once I was inside, he locked it behind me. "Since we all love to kiss, we might as well give you a proper welcome." He said, pulling me close and putting his mouth on mine. I thrust my tongue between his lips and he practically sucked it inside. A few seconds later, his tongue was nearly at my tonsils as we swapped spit. "You already know Lemar." He said, stepping away as Lemar wrapped his arms around me, reaching down to squeeze my ass as we kissed. Jesse tapped Lemar on the shoulder and he steeped away. "This is Donelle. He looks like a mean mothafucka, but he's a real sweetheart." Donelle stood at about 6'4" with a big afro and he was solid muscle. A passionate kisser, he nearly sucked my tongue out of his mouth. "Next is Billy Dee, or as we call him tootsie roll, he's skinny, but he's fat where it counts!" Billy Dee had a thick stache and at 5'11", he was my height. A sloppy kisser, he was someone I was looking forward to fucking with. "Last, but not least is Curtis who is the freakiest of us!" Before we kissed, Curtis nipped at my earlobe and whispered, "We meet again!" Though we'd never exchanged names, Curtis and I knew each other back in Brooklyn, from a roadside cruising area. After a prolonged kiss, I said, "Curtis and I go way back." "Not just way back, but deep.....real deep!" Curtis said, winking at me. "You've all heard me tell you about the guy who was like a convict on death row, who ate my ass like it was his last meal. This is the guy and to this day, nobody has ever eaten my ass like him. He also knows how to fuck my hole til I cum, then he pulls out, licks up my cum, felches my hole and snowballs with me. I realize you got 5 of us to play with, but I hope we get to make up for lost time." Of course, I blushed but it was not from shame but from pride. "Curtis gives me too much credit." I said. "He's got a sweet, fuzzy butt that's made for eating and fucking. I probably don't need to tell you how Curtis works his butt muscles." "Let's chill a bit before we get hot n heavy." Jesse said. "Eliot, set your stuff on top of the dresser and sit down on the bed. We should probably pop some Cialis right now. Do you want beer or water to wash it down with?" "Since we'll be joined by Aunt T tonight, I think I'll go with water." I replied. "Hopefully, this won't sound too freaky to you guys, but I prefer recycled beer and I drink from the tap. Beerpiss gives me a nice buzz and tinapiss is even better. If there are no objections, you can all use me as your personal urinal for as long as I'm here." Raising his eyebrows, Donelle said, "Damn, that's nasty, but I'll give it a try." As a group, the other 4 expressed their agreement. "You have got to be the freakiest white guy I've ever met!" "White only in the technical sense," I chuckled. "I consider myself multiracial and multicultural by injection and ingestion. You might say I'm a walking United Nations!" Suddenly, it dawned on me that all 5 guys were dressed alike. "Do you guys all work together? I only ask because you're all wearing identical clothes." "Yeah, we all work together." Donelle said. "Jesse owns a moving company and we work with him and I say with because he never acts like a boss." Sitting next to me, he gave me a friendly peck on the cheek, grabbed my hand and placed it on his chest. I could feel his nipple harden with my touch. "Piggy and freaky is all well and good, but I think you're a sexy man. I can't speak for the others, but I think you and me are gonna be good friends." "Sexy, me?!" I said, completely aghast. "Over 50, with a bit of a belly is hardly sexy. At my age and in my shape, piggy and freaky is all I've got going for me." "Nonsense, a man can be sexy at any age!" Donelle said, practically purring. "As for having a few extra pounds, it gives me more to touch and kiss. Would you consider moving back to Brooklyn?" To say that I was flattered would be the height of understatement. Donelle was certainly a handsome man and quite a charmer, but it was an offer I couldn't possibly accept. Even 15 years after breaking up with my ex, I was still gunshy and I knew I could never be monogamous. "Moving back to Brooklyn is out of the question." I told him. "I moved down here for the same reason you guys are here now. The winters are too fuckin cold." "I have a king size 4 poster bed with a fluffy down comforter and if that's not enough, I'll keep you warm." Donelle said. "Jesse owns a big brownstone and we all have our own apartments. Say the word and I'll ask Jesse to give you a job." "You make it sound very tempting, Donelle. Even if the climate wasn't an issue, I'm in no shape for such strenuous work." I said. "My aren't you 2 getting cozy." Curtis said with only a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he sat on my other side . "Donelle is a romantic at heart. He shows up with a dozen roses on a first date. The man who gets him is lucky, but unfortunately, I'm not his type." To be continued

Excellent story. I'm already hard and oozing precum fantasizing I'm that massive masculine man enjoying putting the little poof in his place taking the first piece of tight virgin ass of the less than masculine little quiff getting my rocks off in him, my ejaculatory pleasure enhanced by pumping pain and then cum and a load of HIV into his tight twat as I assert my masculine superiority over him.

I've been breeding a married mate for bout 2 years now. I never suit up and thats wot he likes - his mrs is the kind of lights-off man on top bird who got no idea how to satisfy him. I mount his ass every sunday morn and breed the fuck out of him! He grunts n moans like a bitch.

Pulling out is a waste. I always let my bottom know that if we start, I'm not pulling out. Balls deep, you stretched to your limit and my cock pulsing and unloading the contents of my scrotum inside your colon is the only way to cum.

fuckn nuts to tag team with a buddy then when the "bottom" is so full of our cum or piss one of us felches then we kiss each other pushin mouths full of piss or cum back and forth and.....the "bottom" usually gets so fuckn nuts watching he busts a nut

If I suspect the bottom might ask me to pull out while I'm barebacking him, I put him on his belly and mount him so I can hold him down and control him. If he does then ask me to pull out I pin him down and hold him there until I have shot my load deep up his ass. I fuck men in order to breed them. I never fucking pull out. I'll do what it takes to dump my seed in them. Any self-respecting bareback top would do the same.

This morning in a 23 year old lad's arse. It took me fucking ages to talk him into taking it bareback. I jerked myself close to orgasm before sliding up his hole. I wanted to cum in him quickly in case he changed his mind. The fucking result? I shot my fucking load deep up his arse hole!

I like it both. With swallowing it's more like playing. You feel the spurts, taste it, play with it (kiss) and swallow... In your ass it's very intense, more animal.