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My job has led to a lot of interesting interactions. I've seen and spoken to so many people that nothing surprises me anymore. I've heard more vanilla and more kinky stories than you could imagine - you'd be surprised how much someone is willing to share when they're stood in line waiting to get into a club. I'm a doorman for one of the most prestigious gay nightclubs in town; everybody wants to be on the guest list. The events that the club holds are always invite-only to begin with, then staff can send people in and finally if there is any space anyone in the line can come in. Because staff get to send in the next group of people there are always people willing to do anything to get in. It's not uncommon for members to sleep with staff just to gain access into the club. In fact it's a known thing that happens. The club itself has two rules. When inside and in the sex rooms there is strictly no safe sex. This was actually a request from our members and being the club we are we like to listen to what they have to say. The second is strictly no straight men. We allow straight women in (though they very rarely get selected by staff or have an invitation), but straight men are just not allowed. That still doesn't stop people from trying though. That's where Toby comes in.... It was a cold December night and we were running our "Leads up for Christmas" event which is a very BDSM / S&M focused event and as it was close to Christmas the usual $20 cover was waived. Naturally because of this the line was the longest it has ever been. At the front of the line were three guys, Toby, Scott and Adam. Toby was five feet, seven inches, with short brown hair and the most amazing blue eyes you have ever seen, and, although his baggy shirt tried to hide as much, I could see from a distance the man was cut like a diamond with rock hard abs. When he turned around to face his friends my cock actually twinged at the site of his small bubble butt. I found myself wondering how far he'd be willing to go to get into the club. So I moved over to the guys and chatted with them. "What do you think the odds are we will get in?" Adam asked. "Depends how nice you all are to me," I replied. "It is Christmas soon you know so think how festive you can be." Adam and Scott smiled and giggled and Toby just stood there with a blank expression on his face. I pressed on, trying to find some answers, and asked "So are you guys all together then?" "We are," Scott replied gesticulating between himself and Adam to indicate they were together, "Toby here hasn't been out with a while and just broke up with his gi...well he's out of a serious relationship anyway so we thought a night on the town would do him good." Fuck. He was straight. Even better. I made my move. "Alright guys you two can go in but I want a word with Toby here" I opened the barrier to let them. As Scott and Adam passed through the barrier, Toby asked "What? Why, am I in trouble? Aren't you going to let me in?" "Calm down", I said, grabbing his arm and holding on to his left bicep for probably longer than was required as I admired his soft and supple physique. "I just need to get some details from you. It's clear these two are members but you don't seem to be. Next time you come you won't have to wait in line then, so come this way." I led Toby into the back office where the bouncers go to, well, take details. Since the office was heated, Toby removed his coat. The denim jeans he was wearing did nothing to disguise the small bulge I noticed in his crotch. He was excited to be here. I opened my questions by asking "Look, Toby. I know you're straight. Having worked here for ten years my gaydar is second to none. Why are you here?" "I'm not straight," Toby interjected, "I'm 100% gay." "Okay, well, for starters no gay guy would ever say he's 100% gay. And if you really are gay, come here and kiss me." Toby looked shocked. I don't think he expected me to say it or that staff of a business could even do such a thing. "It's only a kiss Toby besides you're gay and I already know you haven't got a partner to cheat on since you just broke up." Toby contemplated what I had just told him but I got bored of waiting, so I walked across the office pulled him to his feet and started kissing him. His lips were so soft and sweet and my cock started to grow. I had to fuck this straight boy and be the first inside his virgin ass. I pulled back from Toby and stood looking at him, admiring what I saw in front of me. I stared at him for about 15 seconds then I dove back in. As my mouth touched his I threw him back against the wall as I slid my tongue down his inviting throat. I placed my hands under his shirt and stroked each and every one of his six pack abs, working my way up to his nipples and tweaking them. Toby grunted, the first sign he was mine. I moved back down towards his trousers and started to unbuckle his belt. He put his hands down to try stop me but I grabbed his arms and held them in place above his head with one hand as, with my other free hand, I went back to work on this belt. I popped the buckle open, then the jeans button and the zipper and let them fall to the ground. I move from his mouth and started kissing his neck and nibbling on his ear lobe, "Kick them off," I whispered. He shook his head no. I bit his ear, hard, demanding "Kick them off now." This time he complied. I pulled back from Toby. Once more I could see his white boxer-briefs becoming somewhat transparent - no doubt his cock was leaking. Smiling, I murmured "Someone is happy to be here." I grabbed Toby's hand and led him to the couch, telling his to remove his pants and get on all fours facing the back of the couch. To my surprise he complied immediately. Toby's body was completely hairless. He was an absolutely beautiful specimen of a man. And as he crouched there on all fours I saw his virgin ass pulsating, inviting me to go to town on it. I walked up to him and dropped to my knees, and breathing heavily over his beautiful hole, I started to rim his ass. "Fuucccck" Toby groaned. "You just wait until I really start" I replied, and with that I moved in for the kill. My tongue entered his ass and I was instantly hit with the sweet taste of unbroken ass. It had been a long time since I had tasted this and I wanted to savour the moment. After ten minutes of rimming Toby's ass I was ready to move things on, and from the looks of the pre-cum dripping from his cock so was he. I dropped my trousers and started massaging his hole with the head of my cock. "No wait, put a condom on" he said. "Toby the club is a no condom zone," I replied. "I can't let you fuck me if you don't" he replied. Thinking the argument was not worth having I walked over to my draw and pulled out a 'already worked' condom which I had previously poked many a hole in, thus ensuring its failure. I wasn't really going to bother with Toby but I don't like when people don't listen to the rules, I had to punish him. I slid my finger inside his ass and started to work my nails around the lining of his ass. "Gently, please," he whimpered. "Don't worry. It's just because your ass is new. You'll get used to it." I withdrew my finger and smiled at the little specs of blood on there. He was ready. I rolled the condom on and walked back up to Toby. As I slid into his ass he started to moan and squeal like a little bitch but I kept on pushing, unrelenting. Within thirty seconds my seven inch cock was deep inside him and my balls were touching his ass. I pulled back out to check to see if the condom had broken. It had. This time I didn't take so long and slight straight back in with all my might. Toby screamed the place down but I carried on regardless. He would soon learn what it felt like to be properly fucked. I pounded Toby constantly, my balls slapping his ass so hard they began to leave a slight impression on his cheeks. With each thrust Toby squirmed and moaned and cried some more. This bitch was taking every inch of me and was loving it. He knew he had come to the right place. As I drew closer to the edge I slowed down and pulled Toby up to me, I whispered in his ear "Toby I know you are straight, so to get in to the club this time round I am going to have to charge you." "How much?" he moaned out. With that I blew my load into his ass, then I threw him back down on the couch and pushed deeper than I ever had in him to make sure every drop was deep inside of him. Then I withdrew from his ass, disposing of the condom away before he could see its condition. "There, I've just charged you Toby." "What so the sex was the charge?" he asked. "I guess. Go join your friends and tell them I've charged you and let them explain things. I think I'll be seeing you around here a lot more, Toby."

Part 2 Seth said it was time to get me laid as he worked my virgin hole open. I really must have been tight cause when he was working my hole open with his fingers I could feel a burn as the muscles stretched. Seth climbed up on the bed and was kneeling between my legs. I got a good look at this 20 something stud about to take my virginity. I was a little surprised and shocked at the piece of meat he had between his legs. It wasn't fully hard yet and I was guessing it was over 8". Seth then leaned in and gave me a kiss. I parted my lips granting his tongue full access. As our tongues wrestled I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to my hole. Then I felt the tip of his tool began to press in where nothing had ever been before except for his own fingers. When I felt his big mushroom head pop in I thought I would be in terrible pain. On the contrary, it felt so right. He held still in me giving me time to adjust to his penetration. I simply looked into his eyes and told him to keep going. For some strange reason my hole felt a hunger that could only be satisfied by a cock. Seth slowly sank in deeper, going slow. He seemed to want my first time to be one I'd never forget. When he finally bottomed out balls deep I was ready to be his bitch. He slowly pulled back out and then thrusted back in which brought a moan from me and a pleasurable look in Seth's eyes. Seth slowly began to piston in and out of my hole as we looked at each other. The feeling seemed to be so overwhelming, my senses seemed to be heightened. I was amazed at how good my first time was starting out to be. Seth fucked me like that for a long time. I reached up and touched his face as we kissed again. Then I was curious to how his cock was sliding in and out of me that I reached down between our two bodies to feel the piece of man meat penetrating me. I felt the base of his cock as it moved in and out of my hole. I was suddenly shocked that I could not feel the bottom of the rubber. Seth told me he played safe, did he trick me? I think Seth saw the look on my face as I realized he was fucking me bareback. But the look on his face seemed to calm my fears as he began to pound my hole and made the fuck feel 100 times better then it had started out to be. I could not let this go and asked him to stop and put a condom on his cock. He "seemed" a little shocked and said that he was so much into me and my body and making my first time memorable he forgot to put one on. Then he added that it was actually too late since he had already flood my hole with 2 loads. The look in his eyes and the sensation of my first time had me giving into his bareback fuck. The thought of fucking raw was a turn on for me and if this is how I am to start then so be it! When I was getting tired of holding my legs in the air he suggested that we switch to me on all 4's and he'd fuck me doggy style. He got behind me and slipped his cock back in so easily. At first I thought I felt a slight burn as he penetrated me for the second time of the night, but quickly resumed his assault on my hole, making me feel so good that I quick;y forgot about the burn I felt. As Seth fucked me in this new position I heard a key being placed into the door of the room. I was surprised to see the cut guy from the main counter walk in naked closing the door behind him. Seth told me that he was Randy and that they were roommates. Randy always joins him after his shift so that they can chill in the room and fuck. Randy walked right over to the bed and got on his knees in front of wagging his soft cock. I needed to direction as I took it into my mouth and began to give him the best blow job I could. Seth's assault on my hole was reaching a climatic spot as I began to feel Randy's cock grow in my mouth and took him (with expertise I learned with 'friends' at school I had the occasion to suck off) down my throat. Randy was shocked I was able to get him into my throat without gagging as he commented to Seth that I was one hell of a cock sucker. Seth let Randy know that he he liked my throat he was going to love my ass. I could feel Seth's cock begin to grow inside me as his pace quickened and his breathing became ragged. I knew he was about to cum inside me. God only knows how much cum he already deposited inside my formerly virgin ass. As Seth was reaching his eminent orgasm I was getting Randy nice and hard. I figured he'd fuck me next. The question in my mind was do I let him bareback me as Seth already has.

This story is a true accounting of what happened to me this week. It had been a month since my big slip at the bathhouse. Writing about the experience hadn’t helped much with trying to stop myself from indulging further, but through outside distractions managed to keep myself from pursuing cock or cum, but each succeeding week left me with an increasing longing for more such experiences. I teased myself with stories from different sites, poppering my brain into oblivion while burying my nine inch dildo up my ass. Nothing, however, really helped, so I resolved to visit the bathhouse again. Figuring temptation was the enemy, I avoided the busy evening crowd and discount nights, choosing instead to go in the middle of a weekday. The place was much more subdued, with fewer than 20 guys total. Nervously I walked halls, resolved only to suck cock, maybe to swallow a few loads, just enough to curb my cravings. The maze was empty, as was the dark room, and the sauna as well. The few guys I noticed were in their rooms, jacking, apparently (and sadly) uninterested in playing. When I reached the dark room behind the glory holes, an empty room which was pitch black, I noticed two shadows at the far end, so I figured this was the best chance I would get, and made my way back. The darkness made details difficult to determine, but I could tell both guys were white, probably in their 50’s, but I couldn’t make out more than that. Each guy was pumping his buddy's cock, and as I got close they stopped and took in my figure. I am not very aggressive but it seemed these two cocks might well be the only ones on the menu, so I dropped to my knees and began sucking one. Neither guy made an effort to stop me, and I couldn’t help but notice how clean and smooth the cock was. My initial impression is that it was a respectable length and girth, but as I slobbered and worked on it, the cock swelled to a significant nine or more inches with a meaty width. My jaw was strained a bit, but as the cock was uncut and as I was flying on poppers, I was happy to take it all. About then I felt the second guy pull my mouth off of the first guy's cock, and direct his cock into my mouth. The new cock was just about eight inches, and unlike the first guy, this cock was cut, but it had the perfect amount of give, so, without too much difficulty he was able to fuck my throat using with powerful strokes. After a couple minutes I then heard one of them ask “Can we have that ass?” My hole twitched in longing. Getting to my feet I replied "I don't have any condoms." They both replied "Cool, if you are. We're both poz." The statement hit me like a hammer blow, but reasoning cocksucking wasn’t dangerous, I'd continue with as much, and replied “I can't, I'm neg, but I'll be happy to swallow your cocks.” I felt proud of my self-control, although I was also a bit sore in the knees from the ridiculous flooring. After a big hit of poppers, I bent over, and resumed sucking the meaty eight inch cock, as I jacked off the longer uncut cock with my other hand. I felt one of the guys lean over me and start playing with my cheeks and hole, which is always hot, and as he did so, I enjoyed feeling that meaty cock opening up my throat with each thrust. "Mind if I eat your ass?" asked the other guy. 'Hell, yeah,' I thought, and nodded in approval, even with the smaller cock still in my mouth. Within seconds warm lips and a hot tongue were snaking into my hole. The sensation of a tongue in my hole sent me into orbit, and I forced the cock as deep into my throat as I could, caking my face in saliva as I grunted and moaned like a bitch in heat. Then, to my surprise, I felt the cock in my mouth withdraw. I nearly cried out in protest, but when the longer uncut dick slid into my mouth, I hungrily accepted it as the other guy moved behind me. I couldn’t help but notice, however, he didn’t bother getting down to eat my ass. The cock in my mouth was aggressive, pushing deep to choke and gag me, before being yanked out and roughly smacked across my face. I was really into it. As he fed its whole length into my throat I felt his partner lean over me, his wet cock passing across my ass cheeks. I tensed up involuntarily, but with the amazing cock in my mouth, I couldn’t fully concentrate on what the other guy was doing, and apparently hadn’t offered enough resistance to deter what was happening: I felt fat mushroom head of that old cut cock slide between my cheeks and touch my hole, just barely. Cum began shooting cum out of my cock as I moaned in pleasure. The man behind me didn’t miss a beat but rather reached under me to gather the last few spurt of cum in his hand and jack his cock, which was now lubed with my saliva and now a fair portion of my load, only to nestle his warm wet cock back against my hole just as the cock in my mouth slid balls deep. Tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t breath. Again I heard them ask for my ass again. I grunted and spurted and gagged struggling for air, which he apparently chose not to take as a 'no' as, despite the impressive girth of his cock, particularly the guy's cock head, the cock nestled in my crack slid effortlessly past my opening. In one smooth motion it was squelching gobs of my own cum out as it planted itself fully within me. The sensation of being so full was overwhelming, and the cock in my throat began to withdraw, I attempted to speak, only to be stuffed once more, as both cocks picked up an alternating rhythm. The cock in my mouth turned me on, but the one in my ass made my whole body shudder with each push. The sensations were intoxicating, and soon I was throwing myself back on the cock in my asshole, forcing him in as far as I could. I didn’t need to wonder when the cock in my ass would blow, because, as he fucked it all the way in, I became painfully aware of a swollen lump moving along its length, about to spew its thick hot cum in the very most innards of my asshole. I realized what I was doing and panicked, about ready to completely lose my mind. I stood up and looked around frantically, thinking I should bolt. When the uncut top gently put his hands on my hips, and slowly guided my hole into his lap. He began using his cock head to scoop the cum dibbling from my hole and press it back in. He was careful not to ever insert more than the tiniest bit to push in the cum, and barely stretched my hole at all doing it. The movement was driving me insane, and between my panic and sex drive I was practically delirious. He leaned and whispered into my ear “You said no, so I won't fuck you, but I won't stop you from fucking yourself with my cock though.” With that he leaned back, leaving his cock just slightly brushing against my hole, firmly between my cheeks. His partner went to his knees and began sucking my small cock, which felt great, and as he buried my cock in his mouth he would put pressure onto my hips, teasing tiny bits of the cock head behind me against my hole. I began moving my hips and took a big hit of poppers, my anxiety beginning to fade, and in my moment of inattention the man blowing me reached back for his partner's hips, pulling the cock behind me into my asshole. Halfway in I buried my own self down on it and began squeezing with my ass muscles. Clearly he had been close, as within seconds he announced "I'm shooting," roughly fucking me as he bred my ass. Afterwards they both left, leaving me silent, leaning against the wall. Shortly after this I made my way home. It has been a few days, and I still don’t know how to feel.

Thursday daytime My cock sprang to life and I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed the balls and started pushing them one at a time back in my ass, after taking off my wedding ring of course. Each ball slipped in, a little resistance at first at the pop in slipped in slamming into my prostate. Watching myself in the mirror , moans and gasp escaping from me I watched myself in the mirror as sweat broke out . Once all the balls were back in place I grabbed my poppers and took 3 hits and started jacking my cock. Squeezing my ass muscles I felt the balls shift in my hole rubbing my prostate and sending the best feeling shoot through my body. 3 more hits and I was getting close, 4 hits and I knew what I was ready to do. So close and about to shoot my hand grabbed the looped rope and yanked hard, wrenching the balls from my ass just as my orgasm crested spraying he mirror and counter, my knees gave out and I fell to the ground shuddering and sweating. Waves of pleasure making my body quiver. In a haze I looked up and saw my glassy eyes in the mirror as I pulled myself up and began licking my cum from the counter, looking myself in the eyes as my tongue made wide swipes across the glass, some of the cum dripped onto my chin, my breath fogging the glass. Panting I made my way to the shower to get cleaned up and dressed for work. I grabbed another bottle of the energy water to drink on the way to work and headed in, every time I thought back to this morning my cock grew hard and leaked precum. I was glad I had on a jock strap and wore dark pants otherwise I knew there would be a noticeable spot. Once I got to work it was much better, I was so distracted and horny all day long that my mind kept drifting and my cock stayed hard. Due to this it took me forever to get my usual workload done and before I knew it the clock said 8 pm. Fuck well no working out for me tonight. Leaning back in my chair I heard the door open and glance up. The night cleaning crew must be here, I knew the guy that cleaned my office decently well as this was not my first time staying late, though it was the first time because I was horny. Looking at him made my cock twitch. He nodded hello and in his Slavic accent asked if it was ok for him to clean my office. Nodding I said yes as I was just going to pack up and head out. Reaching into my bag I grabbed the second bottle of water that day and downed it. My heart racing and cock throbbing. I heard a cellphone go off and looked at the cleaning guy as he answered it. He nodded twice and then walked over to me, my mind became fuzzy as he put the phone to my ear and I heard the no familiar voice and its litany. Nodding my head I mumbled a thank you. Standing up I moved around my desk and began stripping off my clothes while the cleaner watch. Once I was down to my black jockstrap I kneeled and looked up. The cleaner reached into the pocket of his work pants and pulled out a small brown bottle. Steeping close to me he pressed it to my right nostril holding my left closed. I inhaled deeply. He repeated on the left side, again inhaling deeply. Right.Left.Right. Left. My head was spinning as he looked down at me. Drool came out of my mouth and dripped down my smooth chest. The cleaner reached up and unzipped his cleaner crew suit, reveling a white jock strap and a 8 inch uncut cock, precum beading at the tip and getting ready to drip. He point to the floor and I knew to lay down and open my mouth. He slowly milked his cock while standing above me. Dripping precum into my mouth. A steady leaking stream that tasted sweet and made me want more. He slowly began to jack his cock harder, his breathing quickened, he aimed his cock to my chest and I felt the cum hit me, 8 strong blasts coated my chest and abs. The cleaner walked around and bent down, swiping his hand through the mess on me and gathering the cum up. He presented his hand and I dutifully lifted my head and lapped up all he had to offer, sucking the cum from his finger and palm. My own cock was straining against the jock strap and I desperately wanted release. And just like that he zipped up and walked away, leaving me a heaving mess on the floor of my office.

CHAPTER 4 The afternoon passed without incident, though I was so scared that our wives knew what we'd been up to. We'd arranged for the four of us to have dinner that night and I was so excited, not for the dinner, but to be near Mike again! What was wrong with me?!? The four of us were getting our photo taken out the front of the restaurant and Mike's hand slipped down past his wife's shoulder and rested on my butt. I could feel his finger pressing against my hole and I had to stop myself from pushing back on it. He'd turned me into his slut! It was a pretty small restaurant and the two married couples were side by side. I couldn't help but "accidentally" keep rubbing my leg against his as we tried so hard to keep straight-faced. Just when I thought I couldn't take it any longer, our wives excused themselves to go to the bathroom and freshen up. After they left, Mike looked at me with a gleam in his eye, "Maybe we should go to the bathroom too man." "What do you mean? The girls are right here!" "They'll be in the bathroom for 10 minutes man, you know they will be." He was right. "You know you want to" He had me there too. As excited as I was following him into the men's bathroom, I was disappointed to see a guy at one of the two urinals. Mike went into one of the stalls as I stood at the other urinal. Fortunately, my company was basically finished and was out of the bathroom shortly after. As he left, the cubicle door swung open and Mike was standing, stroking his hard cock. Fuck, he looked so sexy. I cursed myself for wearing white pants, if he fucked me the cum was bound to leak out & show on my ass and the game would be up. "We can't fuck," I whispered as I entered the cubicle. "Never mind," he replied standing over the toilet. "I'm sure we can come up with something" I was so thankful as I knelt in front of him that the door went almost the whole way down to the floor. No-one would see four feet under the cubicle! I knew what really turned him on from the blowjob earlier in the day. My own wife had never done this with me, yet here I was sucking her brother off in a restaurant bathroom! I knew it was slutty but I didn't care, I'd do anything to make Mike happy. I was concentrating so much on his cock that I didn't hear him whisper he was close until I started to taste his pre-cum. He gave a tap on the head and whispered that he was about to cum. I knew he couldn't give me a facial or shoot anywhere on my body so there was only one place he could go. As he stifled a moan, I felt his cum shoot down my throat. I'd never tasted cum before (of course!) but was surprised to find that I liked the taste! What had my wife been complaining about before? I looked up at Mike as I milked every last drop from his cock. I didn't want there to be any tell-tale signs from him and I also wanted all of his cum coz it just tasted so good. Mike pulled up his pants and opened the cubicle door, walking past a guy who could see me on my knees wiping my mouth. "Just a little food poisoning, you know how it is" Mike smirked to the man as I got to my feet, blushing as I walked past. I could still taste his cum as we sat back down at our table, our wives having only just returned. END OF CHAPTER 4

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....

BOSTON - Got to town Friday night and almost immediately got hit up by a 27 year old on BBRT looking for a pump & dump load. He came to my hotel, was pretty sexy (from what I could see) and took my poz load up his slutty hole. He was in a hurry because he was meeting friends. I was in a hurry because while I was breeding him I was sending an Uber to pick up a sexy as fuck 25 year old Asian bottom. It wasn't 10 minutes after the first bottom left that the second bottom got to the room. We had been texting and I told him I liked to get right to it. I had just nutted and wasn't sure how quick I could nut but he had assured me he was a great bottom and could take it as long as I could give it. He also said he like dirty talk. Hmm. OK. So we make out (which, as you know, is rare for me... so he was super hot!) and he's naked pretty quickly. I get on top of him and am kissing him all over his back and down to his ass. He reaches back and spreads his asscheeks as far as he can and I bury my face and tongue in there as deep as I can. It tastes delicious and maybe cummy. Hehe, now I'm really super turned on. I go back up to kiss his lips and when I do my cock meets his boyhole. It slides in and it's ecstasy. He certainly was a dirty talker and was telling me to give him "whatever I've got." Obviously he's a bug chaser and that's cool so I'm fucking him and telling him he wouldn't believe how many asses my cock has been inside. He is turned on by the thought then shares with me that he took over 50 loads in 3 hours at Steamworks in Chicago recently. I think I'm in love! So I breed the boy and the next day he texts me asking me to get a group together for him to get gang banged. Unfortunately I was in town for a football game and it tied up my day then had plans with friends to go bar hopping. So I didn't get to do that but I was able to fuck a blindfolded cumdump before the football game Saturday that was being whored out by his buddy. It was a nice hole and I was load #5. I'm flying home to South Florida late tonight then turn around and fly to Columbus, OH Monday evening. I'll just be there one night. If any Columbus twinks want my load or any anonymous tops wanna breed me at my hotel hit me up on BBRT! BottomBreeder

Chapter 15: Tattoo #2 Sir smiled at me. “You are learning well boy. Your training is coming along, much faster than we expected.” We drove in relative silence. Sir and Brother sat in front talking about sports and other unimportant stuff. I sat in silence in the back, looking out the window. I tried remembering, something at the deepest recess of my brain. All I could remember were the fucks, my screams, and… It was there, nagging me, but I could not grab it. I started to ask Sir where we were going when I began to recognize the buildings. We were going to the tattoo shop. “Sir, am I getting another tattoo already?” He looked at me in the mirror and just said, “Yes.” When we arrived, Thunder met us at the door. He seemed surprised that I was back again. “I thought you were only bringing him weekly.” Sir smiled, “That was the plan. But he’s proving more popular then expected. And, much more resilient.” Thunder looked me up and down. He turned back to Sir and said, “Is he ready for my fist in his cunt?” I knew not to object, but I looked to Sir with fear in my eyes. He met my look with a slight smile. “No, Thunder. You know how hard it is for anyone to take that monstrosity? Give him a few more days?” Thunder smiled, holding his fist up again. “Yeah, no worries.” He turned to me and said, “Well, boy how many loads am I marking you for since yesterday?” I started, “Brot…” Thunder just laughed. Sir stopped me and said, “Joey, Thunder is not a Brother. He’s what you would call, an associate. You may address him as Mr. Thunder.” I nodded and said, “Mr. Thunder…” Thunder looked to Sir and said, “No disrespect, but Mr. Thunder? That just sounds awful. Can he just call me Thunder, but in a tone of deference?” Sir said, “Your choice. Joey, continue.” I told him, “I’m not sure how many loads I took Mr., uh, Thunder.” He smiled at me when I said that. “You’re not sure? Weren’t you supposed to count them slut?” I looked to him, then to Sir and Brother. I felt their glares and realized I had disappointed them. I began to tear up at the thought of disappointing Sir. Sir looked at me and shook his head. “Stop it Joey. Just think back to when we left here yesterday morning. I wiped my eyes and followed his direction. Brother looked at him and whistled low. Sir glanced quickly at Brother and then back to me. “Now move forward through the day and tell us one by one each load you took in your sloppy cunt.” I couldn’t feel anything as I recounted: “I took two loads in the restroom from Mike and another guy. They made me swallow their piss.” “I then received a blessing from a Brother and 10 more men following that.” “I then made a deal with a professor to give him access to my cunt in order to get a good grade on a midterm. He was not a big dick, but I took his load.” “I then willingly spread my legs, at the health center, for Hector with the piercing and tattoo. Then the doctor with the monster cock.” “After that I returned to the locker room. I did not take loads there; I was made into a piss dump for my teammates.” “Then I went to my room where you were waiting for me Sir. I followed your order and sold my cunt for $1 each to… 16 guys? No 17.” “Sir, you then drove me to a motel where I was used by a lot of men, including Brother. I believe the final count was… 39.” I felt myself return, looking around to figure out where I was. I saw looks of pride on Sir and Brother’s faces and surprise on Thunder’s. “Thunder, I believe the final count for yesterday was, 72 loads.” I heard the voice in my head again, “Good boy.” I was seated in the chair again. No blindfold or gag. Thunder applied the tattoo with the date next to it. Thunder looked to Sir and asked, “Is he for real?” Sir smiled and said, “You can always try his cunt out if you want.” Thunder shook his head, “You know I’m not into that.” Brother looked at Thunder and said, “You don’t know what you’re missing Thunder. Are you sure you don’t want to try him out?” Thunder looked at Brother and said, “No, I don’t fuck… You know what?” Brother said, “What is it, Thunder?” Thunder looked from Brother to Sir, who only nodded slightly. Thunder looked at me and said, “Fuck it, show me that faggot cunt.” Not wishing to displease Sir or brother, I asked Thunder, “Where do you want me?” “Get on your knees, face in the chair. I don’t want to see your face.” I assumed the position after dropping my pants. “Spread your ass fag. Show me your pussy.” I reached back with both hands and spread my ass for him. I could still feel the pain from the rapes over the last night, but could tell there was no damage. I heard, and then felt, his spit land right on my hole. Then I felt his dick strike my hole and slam in, going balls deep right away. I groaned from the pain, but somehow, it seemed that the groan was less intense, despite the pain remaining awful. Thunder fucked me for a couple minutes before grunting and shooting in me, causing the burn to return. He yanked his cock out, pulling a stream of cum with him. “Clean my cock faggot.” I turned to clean him and came face to face with a cock covered with scars. I looked at him and was slapped hard across the face. “Don’t you look at me like that faggot. I don’t need your fucking pity.” He grabbed my hair and shoved his cock in my mouth, making me clean the jizz from it. “Clean the floor too. I don’t want your ass juice on it.” I leaned down to the floor and began to use my shirt to wipe the cum up. “No boy, use that tongue. Lick it up and then look at me.” I licked it up, holding it in my mouth and on my tongue. I turned back to Thunder and saw my phone again recording my humiliation. “Swallow it for the camera boy.” I did. Thunder tossed the phone to me. A look came across his face of confusion. He looked to me, then to Sir. “What the fuck just happened?” Sir looked at him and said, “He leaked cum from his ass and you made him clean it up. Nothing more.” Thunder looked at Sir and then back to me. He shook his head, as if to get rid of cobwebs in his mind. I knew what he was going through. “Come Joey, we need to get going.”

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…]

I hear the water shut off and my heart skips a beat. I’m sitting on my bed, alone in my dark dorm room. It’s chilly in here and I’m bundled up against the cold, but the shivers running through my body have nothing to do with the temperature. Joe steps out of the bathroom and into my room. The light from the hall frames his thick body, and I can’t help but stare at him. He’s taller and broader than me, with wide shoulders and muscular legs. His soft, round belly pokes out over the towel he’s wrapped around his waist. I can see a few beads of water from the shower twinkling in the thick, soft fur that covers his chest and belly, and his beard is still slightly damp. God, he must be freezing, I think. As my eyes drift downward, I can see the towel tenting out at his crotch, where his cock is already starting to stiffen in anticipation of what we’re about to do – which jolts me back to the reality that I’m about to get something I’ve wanted for a long time. See, I'm a virgin...and Joe is here to fix that. He’s very experienced sexually and says he loves going slow and being patient with less experienced guys. After all, he’s 30 and I’m 19 – he’s had a few more years of practice. A naughty smile plays at his lips. “Hey,” he says, softly. He crosses the room to my bed and I stand to meet him. I lift my head. He’s close enough that I can see my face reflected in his green eyes. He takes my face in his hands – they’re surprisingly soft and gentle. He gently holds me as we kiss, his tongue darting playfully between my lips and swirling around my tongue. It’s electric, and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. I can’t help myself, and my hands slide down to his belly. I don’t know why, but I’ve always had a thing for guys with guts, and Joe's is just what I like to see on a man. I run my fingers through his fur, eyes closed while we kiss, getting to know his body with my fingertips. He’s running his fingers through the mop of curly hair on my head, and I get the sense he’s really enjoying it. One of his hands slides down my back, and he holds me by the small of my back, leaning into his kisses now. They’re somehow more breathless and urgent, and I know he wants me - bad. He lifts my hoodie over my head and off, followed by my t-shirt. His hands caress my torso, stopping to linger at the patch of hair between my pecs, and lightly brushing my nips. He takes one of them lightly between his fingers and gently rolls it without pinching or twisting. It’s a new sensation for me – intense but pleasant. I let out a deep sigh that’s almost a moan. His other hand is busy relieving me of my sweatpants and briefs, and before I know it, he’s got me naked, with my pants and briefs on the floor around my ankles. How’d he do that with one hand, I wonder. He’s a pro. I step out of my clothes and I drop down onto my bed, grabbing and pulling the towel off his waist on my way down. His now rock hard cock juts straight out from his thick bush, his fat, furry ballsack tight and round underneath it. I think about how it’d feel in my mouth, how it would taste and how it would smell – but I have a different objective tonight. Joe climbs onto the bed, lying on his back. “Are you ready?” There’s that wicked grin again. He reaches over the side of the bed to grab his bag from the floor. “Let me help you get started here,” he says. He pulls out a bottle of lube and a small brown bottle. I’m curious. “What’s in that bottle?” I ask tentatively. He smiles. “Poppers,” he says with a grin. “Just for me. If you’ve never used them before I’d rather you didn’t try them for the first time tonight. They can be a bit much.” He’s so protective of me, his sweetness makes me want him even more. He hands me the lube, and I freeze up. I want this so much…want to fuck him the way I’ve seen guys fuck countless times in porn, want to thrust my cock into his hole and finally know what it feels like…but I’m so nervous I don’t know where to start. What if I’m no good at this? What if I hurt him? He must sense my nervousness, because he sits upright, kisses me, and takes the bottle of lube from my hand. “Here, lemme see this.” He squeezes the bottle and the silicone pours into his hand. He wraps it around my cock and I gasp in pleasure at the sensation. This lube is really good stuff – silky smooth and oily – and I’ve never felt anything like it. He strokes my cock a few times and I’m absolutely rock hard in no time. He then puts more lube in his hand and it goes to his furry ass. I watch fascinated as his fingers deftly stroke the outside of his hole, then one finger slips inside and disappears. I hear his sharp intake of breath as he penetrates himself. This is the hottest damn thing I’ve seen in a long time. He seems lost in his own world as he works another finger into his ass, sighing and grinding his hips into his own fist. Wow, I don’t remember feeling that good when I tried to finger myself, I think to myself. I’ve got a lot to learn. He seems to come back to his senses, because he suddenly withdraws his fingers from his hole and looks up at me. “Are you ready to fuck me?” he asks. I nod, and he leans back, grabs ahold of his meaty thighs and rocks back. His hairy hole is exposed and ready, right in front of me. My first ass. I can’t believe this is about to happen, I think. I’m hard and ready, he’s lubed and on his back, all that’s left to do is fuck him. I get up on my knees and pull myself close to him. He instinctively tilts his pelvis up to line his hole up with my cock – and again I marvel at what a natural he is at this. I grab ahold of my shaft and place the head of my cock against the outside of his hole. He puts a hand on my chest, and I get the message – “hold on a second” – as he snatches the little brown bottle off the bed, unscrews it, and holds it under his nostril. I catch an acrid, slightly sweet smell as he blocks his other nostril and inhales deeply. He repeats this with the other nostril, screws the cap on the bottle, and drops his head back, eyes rolling upward. I feel his hole relax and open, almost swallowing the head of my cock, and it’s more than I can resist. I push forward, and the head of my cock pops through his sphincter. Nothing could have prepared me for how it felt. My cock head is surrounded by his velvety, warm, wet hole, and I stop for a second, shocked that I’m actually inside him. He gasps, and grabs my hips with his hands, pulling me deeper. The warmth of his smooth fuck chute engulfs the shaft of my cock. I encounter some resistance when my flared cockhead hits his inner sphincter, but he lets out a long, controlled breath and it opens just enough to let me through. Before I know it, my balls are pressed against his furry ass. Instinct takes over and I begin my first stroke. I slide out, feeling the walls of his ass cling to my cock, until just the tip of my cock is still inside him. I guess I’m just going to go with this, I think. My pelvis grinds forward into him, and without thinking about it I count the strokes. One. Joe opens his eyes and his head comes up off the bed. He’s looking straight into my eyes. “Oh yeah, Ethan, that’s it, that’s good,” he growls. I withdraw again, already feeling my balls tighten underneath as I wind up for the next thrust. Two. It seems like my second thrust hits something important inside him, because his ass tightens around me and he lets out a long, low moan as his head tilts back in ecstasy. I could be wrong but I swear I can almost feel something firm, rubbery and rounded pressing against the top side of my cock through the walls of his ass….could that be his prostate? I hold my cock inside him and he again moans my name. “Ethan….yeah, fuck me.” My cock is so hard it’s almost painful. It throbs with each beat of my racing heart. Oh God I need this, I need this, I need this, I think. Out I slide, and back in I thrust, picking up the pace. Three. Four. Suddenly the familiar sharp tension of my orgasm starts to build deep inside my pelvis. I know I can’t hold off much longer. Oh shit, I wanted to last longer than this! I panic. He’s going to be so disappointed. I start to pull out and hold, trying desperately to think of a way to delay my approaching orgasm. He seems to be able to sense it. Again he pulls me deeper into him, looking straight into my eyes as he growls, “It’s OK, Ethan. Cum in me. Cum. You know you want it. Do it now.” I can’t resist those eyes. Five. It feels like I explode inside him. My cock pulses and I can feel my asshole spasm with each pulse as the cum drains from my balls into his guts. Sounds are escaping my mouth – I don’t know what they are, but they’re loud. As the contractions of my cock and hole begin to subside I collapse forward with a whimper, on top of his beautiful furry belly. He catches me in his arms and holds my head against his chest. “Mmm…you did great,” he says. I can hear the pride in his voice and my heart swells. “I’m so proud of you, little bro.”

Not to worry. I've had it happen here in DC to me, too. Got the call from the health department and I simply told them that I would call my playmates and I would go to my own doctor. They didn't press me for the info. If they did, I wouldn't get upset, I would just firmly tell them that *I* would do it. Frankly, there's nothing they can do about it. Just be friendly but firm. They really are there to keep the public healthy. (Plus, if you call your playmates, then the health department doesn't have to. They are usually overworked anyway. And if you can go to your own doctor, it eases their supplies.) But, please, inform the people who you may have exposed. Like you said, it's nothing to freak out over. But, we DO need to stop the spread of those STDs. Sorry it happened to you. But, it's great to hear you are doing the right thing.

I've been fucked by quite a few homeless guys. Denver has a huge population of them and a lot a hot young ones, early 20s drifters. Give them a pack of cigs or some weed. Most of them are "straight" but wanna nut in something lol.

I can normally take dick without lube but I honestly enjoy it more with some kind of lube. My favourite is cum of course, but precum or spit works equally well. Having a guy spend some time eating my asshole and getting it nice and slick with his tongue is fucking hot and I find the cock just slips in much easier.

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?”

My name is Tyrone. I moved into the Bareback Bunkhouse a month ago on my 18th birthday and today the guy who runs the house, Nick, got us all together for a meeting while "the guests" were busy with a sex party downstairs. Mike, one of the guys who's been here a while, got up and told everyone that the doc had told him that he was poz and had a Truvada-resistant strain and since he'd fucked all of us (literally), they did tests and it looked like we were all poz. Actually, me and Tino came back "indeterminate" but in the doc's experience that usually comes back as poz in cases like this. My first reaction was FUCK!, I only just turned 18 and now I'm poz. Fuck, fuck fuck! I mean in the month I've been here I've take a lot of loads from my roommates, and they're all infected. There's no fuckin' way I'm gonna come out of this neg. It seems like stuff like this always happens to me. I won't go into all the details, but I had a lot of guys take advantage of me sexually starting when I was pretty young. I left home at 16 'cause I figured at I could make my own life. I knew I'd have to do sex work, but I wanted the sex to be on my terms and it wasn't like that at home. An outreach program for homeless kids found me on the streets and got me on PrEP a little over a year ago since pretty much none of the guys who were fucking me wanted to use condoms. I thought that would protect me. Then when I learned about Bareback Bunkhouse I figured finally I'd have a stable roof over my head and the sex really would be on my own terms. Nick doesn't allow guys to turn tricks in the house so he hooked me up with a barback job at a gay bar. The owner there wanted me to work in nothing more than a jockstrap and every now and then he fucks me, but hey, I don't actually mind sex with him and it gives me money to live at the house, so it's all good. But just when I thought things were looking up, now this… When Mike told everyone they were poz there was just silence. One guy said "…but we're on PrEP…". Mike just answered "guys, I take like 6,000 loads a year". Even if you just take half that – that's a lot of anonymous cum in your ass. PrEP isn't 100% effective – we pushed it and our luck ran out. Then there was more silence. We must have known our luck would run out eventually. I was a little pissed that it was only a month after moving in, but yeah, I couldn't see my luck holding for even a year and half like it had for Mike. I mean Mike was a whore, but I'm 18 and look 16 – everyone seems to want to cum in my ass. I probably take more loads than Mike. 6,000 loads? I'd never really done the math, but yeah, we're beyond even sluts and guys like us just wind up poz – PrEP or no PrEP. Finally Nick said, "So what do you guys want me to do? Should I shut down the house? What do you guys think is appropriate? I mean I'm a little numb about finding out I'm poz, so I really don't know what I should do." There was more silence and then I said, "This house is too important to me. For the first time in my life I have a home I actually like. I don't wanna give that up." I saw some of the other guys nodding their heads – I wasn't the only one who felt that way. Some of us really loved the house. A few guys were still clearly conflicted and mad at the world, mad at Mike, mad at Nick. There was more silence but I finally said "Look I'm not really sure I'm poz, but I do know I wanna stay here with all of you. I want a connection with you. I want your dicks in me. I want your loads. I know this is weird timing, but would you guys just all fuck me and dump a load in me? I feel numb right now and I just need to give up control. And honestly I'd rather know I'm poz than hold out hope for something that isn't gonna happen. So just fuck me and if I'm not poz I will be - at least I'll know for sure…" A few of the guys got huge grins on their faces and you could see their dicks jump to life. Luis looked right at me and said "Get over here and suck my poz cock, BUG CHASER". I did as I was told and as my mouth wrapped around his dick I felt someone rimming my ass. Then all the other guys got into it. One after the other they surrounded me and took turns fucking me and breeding me while the other guys egged them on to blow toxic loads in my 18 y.o. boy hole. Clearly being gift givers turned them on 'cause they all came really fast… Just a half hour later all 12 guys had dumped a toxic load in me. I looked around – they were all my poz daddies now and I finally felt like I had a home and some real connections to guys who felt like family to me. Yeah, it was a bit fucked up, but not any more than the rest of my life. When everyone was done, Nick brought up a potential problem… "What do we do about the Health Department? You guys know Mike – he's gotten his toxic load in all sorts of guys – both bottoms and tops, and they've gone out and fucked all sorts of other guys… The health department is gonna freak out and wanna try to shut us down." There was a brief pause and James, who works as a paralegal at a law firm, spoke up and said "Actually, I'm not sure they can. We can sue them if they reveal our HIV status, and since so many of us are poz, if they even identify the location of the house, that's revealing our HIV status. You know that sign on the door that says guys who enter have sex at their own risk, and that people they have sex with here may be HIV positive or have other STDs? Well, that's what's gonna save our ass. I say we just shut up and let that sign be fair warning to all the guys who come here to fuck around." There was some discussion but in the end we all agreed that seemed like the best way to move forward. Just tell no one. Admit nothing. But Nick reminded us – don't actually lie about our status. Just say nothing… Then Jamie brought up another thing – "So is everyone gonna go on meds?" Mike spoke up first "I don't know about you guys but it turns me on knowing I'm poz. I didn't intend to infect all of you, but it sorta makes me hard knowing I did. I don't know about you, but I don't wanna stop spreading my seed." Then Bryan said "Damn bro! I can't believe you just admitted to that, but yeah, it'd be totally hot to make this a house where guys come to get pozzed and swap toxic loads. Yeah, part of me would rather have stayed neg, but the other part of me would love to be a gift giving top." You could just see the thought going through everyone's mind. We were sorta changing the mission statement of the house from us getting as many loads as possible, to us pozzing as many guys as possible. I mean if Mike was Truvada-resistant we probably were to. Just think of all the neg holes we could knock up! I've always been a bottom, but just thinking about pozzing guys was turning me on. For the first time in my life I wanted to be vers At this point Mike stood up, with a big hard on and said "Let's get downstairs to the party! We've got asses to poz!" Down at the party the visiting guys quickly realized that my ass was completely cummy. I mean 12 loads is a lot of cum… The tops LOVED it. God knows how many more loads I got that night, but it was a lot… Little did they know their dicks were marinating in a highly toxic brew. I'm usually a bottom, but that night as the night when I started being vers. There was this "oral top" who loved playing with my dick. I've got a pretty big one and it looks even bigger 'cause I'm short and skinny. Anyway, the top clearly didn't want to get fucked, so I did what I've seen Mike do and I talked him into letting me just stick it in his hole as I came. He was so infatuated with me I think he might even let me fuck him next time. It was a total turn on pozzing him. I wonder if he's got a wife or boyfriend at home… I came three times that night and each time I got it in some neg guy's ass. Maybe being poz wasn't so bad after all… [To be continued…]

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

CHAPTER 1 My wife had the great idea to go to a resort with her brother and his wife for a week over summer. We'd been happily married for 3 years & unhappily married for another year or so. She'd decided that a week away might spice things up. How that was meant to happen with her brother & his wife there was beyond me. Mike & myself were lounging by the pool while the girls were off doing some shopping. "Fuck man, I thought this was meant to help our relationship, she's nearly spent more time with your wife than me!" Mike said. "Tell me about it man, I've been so fucking horny and she's been nowhere to be found. She was talking about getting knocked up this trip and I've barely seen her.....Sorry man, I shouldn't be talking about fucking your sister" "Ha ha, it's cool. She used to tell me about all of the stuff she used to get up to so there's not too many surprises" "She didn't say anything about me did she?" "Just about how great your body is man, and I can tell seeing you in those speedos, she wasn't lying!" It must've been the alcohol talking as he started adjusting his cock as he said it, and I couldn't help but glance. "Shit, you've got me covered in the body department man" I replied. "and from the looks of things, in cock size too!" "Did you wanna check each other out?"Mike asked with a glint in his eye. "I dunno man, what about the girls? What about your sister?" "Well I sure as hell won't tel her so our secret's safe with me" "Alright then" I agreed and we walked off to my room. As I led the way I was thankful I was holding my towel and clothes in front of my growing cock. It felt like Mike was checking my ass out which I found exciting for some strange reason. I unlocked the door, we went into the room and I put my clothes and towel in the laundry basket. When I turned around I was shocked to see that Mike had already taken his speedos off and was already completely naked! His cock looked so massive even though he wasn't close to hard. "Damn man, how big is that?" I asked, unable to take my eyes off it. "Once it's fully hard? About 9 or 10 inches" as he started stroking his thickening cock. Even though I'd never felt anything like this before I couldn't help but think how sexy he looked. "Lemme see yours man" My 6-7 inch cock looked tiny compared to his monster as I removed my speedos. "Hey, that's nothing to be ashamed of" he said as he walked towards me. "Just might need a little more encouragement" He grabbed my cock and it felt like an electric shock going through my body. "See it's responding already" As he'd made the first move I felt a little more comfortable reaching out and touching his. My hand wrapped round his long shaft. Mike started slowly jerking my cock and following his lead, I began to do the same. "Dam, you're so good at this Mike" I whispered. I looked up and our faces were so close together, I could feel his warm breath in my mouth. His tongue flicked out & without even thinking I sucked it into my mouth. Once again I reeled back in shock. "Oh god, sorry Mike. I don't know what came over me!" He laughed it off, "Hey no harm done man. I fit didn't feel so good I'd have been a lot more offended" "You liked it?" I asked with a combination of nerves and shock. "Fuck yeah, I'd like to do it properly if you were keen" He suggested with a grin as he moved closer to me. His hot breath on me caused me to lose control again and I brought my lips to his and we started to make out. I'd never even thought about being with a guy and here I was, kissing my wife's brother as though we'd been lovers for years! Our hands sought each others' cocks once more, not nervously this time but with animal lust. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been so turned on and going from the fee of Mike's cock, he was starting to feel the same! "Damn my sister's lucky, you're a hell of a kisser" Mike smiled to me as we made out, "You're much better at it than she is" I replied. My free hand roamed down his chest as we kissed and I stroked his cock. He felt so fucking good I wanted to kiss every square inch of him. I broke off our kiss and I started kissing his hairy chest, sucking and biting on his nipples as Mike groaned his approval. Before I knew it I'd reached his abs and I could feel his cock on the underside of my chin as I knelt in front of him. I looked up at him questioningly, "I'm not gonna say anything if you don't man but fuck if you want this half as much as I do go for it!" Mike said as if he read my mind. END OF CHAPTER 1

Chapter 1: By the time I was 23 I had become quite a cum slut. I couldn’t seem to get enough cock and cum inside me, I would hook up with younger guys, older guys – I had to have cock. Before that It took me all of about a year to go from just being a bareback bottom to full on bug chasing and I wanted a man to convert me. I’ve always barebacked. I think bare is the only way I men should fuck, and I was getting fucked a lot -- especially right before I converted. To a point, I mostly didn’t think a lot about getting infected, I just wanted to take loads from as many guys as I could and occasionally share mine. The anonymous encounters were the best and always got my cock squirting. Then something happened that had not happened before, one of my favorite fuck buds informed me that he had just tested positive for HIV. I didn’t react badly, to be honest, we wound up talking on the phone and in person about it. We were pretty close for fuckbuds and one thing led to another … he fucked me and stayed the night, neither of us seemed to care. We had been chasing HIV, we weren’t dumb, and so it wasn’t entirely a surprise when one of us tested poz. I even created a profile on BBRT with a status of 'Positive' and began exclusively hooking up with guys whose status was listed as 'Positive', 'Undetectable', or 'Not sure'. The versatile 'Not sure' guys were my favorite guilty pleasure. Sure enough at some point, one of the many loads of cum I took, maybe even the one of the ones from my fuck bud, sealed the deal for me. I remember the day I got the news. Since the time my fuck bud told me he tested poz I had tried to mentally prepare myself for those words, I had been having a lot of bareback sex with him and lots of other guys, and I thought to myself, 'I guess you got what you wanted. Now you’re a poz cum slut'. To some it might seem perverted but I boned up when I got the call about my test results. The nurse confirmed it and, of course, the doctor, who I thought was kind of hot, wanted me to come back in to discuss treatment. I honestly had a raging hard-on the entire time he talked to me, and while part of me hoped he didn’t notice, part of me hoped he did. Anyhow, he told me that day that my viral load was very high, in fact it was almost one million. He also told me my viral load might well continue to rise for a while, and I should avoid sexual contact, as there was a substantial risk that at this point, more than down the line, that I would infect any guys with whom I played. I got back to my car, a little sweaty, head spinning, and realized I was incredibly turned on; I’d had a lot of sex chasing this bug and testing poz just now was the result of that. I was just 23 years old, and I was HIV+. An evil grin crossed my face, I knew that a lot of other men, hopefully, would end up HIV+ at the firing end of this boy’s rock hard dick. I jacked off right there in the hospital parking lot. Sweaty, tired and covered in poz cum, I took off my shirt, wiped up the mess, and drove home. (The backstory ... I decided to create a new story ... more chapters to follow soon, hope you guys enjoy)

For months I had been hooking up with a older guy. I am 22 while he was 42. He was the most aggressive, verbal top I had been with, always called me his little boy and such while he fucked me with his eight inch cock. He was a hairy cop with brown hair and a nice muscular body. He always put a condom on after he spent a little time grinding his thick dick in my ass crack as I lay on my stomach and he lay on my back, biting my neck and shoulders. The night of this story, however, things went a little differently. On this particular night he had invited a group of guys over for dinner and one friend in particular, a tall truck driver (about 6'5"), sporting a 70s style porn 'stache, was very touchy with me all night. Of course I liked his attention. Late at night eventually everyone but the trucker, our host and I had left. The trucker had fallen asleep on on couch while my cop and I were kissing and groping. We decided to take it to the bedroom where our clothes came off fast so I could orally pleasure that hairy meat, getting nice and wet. It wasn't long before he had me in the usual position grinding his cock along my wet, lubed ass crack. The feeling of his cock head passing over my hole drove me wild. I started trying to loosen-up my hole to ready it for the fucking I was about to receive. That fucking came a bit sooner than I expected as, in one pass, his aim was a little too good and he had plunged inside me. He thrust at the same pace a few times before he stopped. I had held my breath for a moment to adjust to the admittedly unexpected shock of his large raw cock inside my ass. He held still and for a bit, as I struggled to balance the pleasure of feeling his raw cock with the sensible use of a condom. My brain was screaming 'fuck me', 'fuck me more', but the pleasure was overwhelming, so I mentally grabbed my composure suggested this compromise "You can continue for a bit if you want before pulling on a condom." "You sure?" he asked, and upon receipt of my tacit approval, went back to pumping in and out of my hole for a few minutes. Then he pulled out and instructed me to get on my back. He grabbed a condom from the night table, and kneeling between my legs, pushed them up, positioning my feet on his shoulders. I held my legs as steadily as I could on my chest, and told him to give me a little raw cock. Truth be known, I didn't want him to use a condom at all, I was enjoying the sensation of raw cock too much. He smiled and replied "Just a little more," as he pushed back inside my ass. I, meanwhile knew I had to do something to keep him from putting on the condom. So I began to say "Please breed my ass, Daddy! I need your raw daddy dick inside my hole." I was apparently sending him over the edge, because he told me to stop saying egging him on or he would blow his load inside me. So of course I continued, intent to take his load. After a few moments more of using my hole, and an additional cry from me "Give me that daddy cum," he couldn't stop himself and he unloaded deep into my ass. About then the bedroom door opened and his trucker friend, completely naked and sporting a seven inch hard-on walked in saying only "My turn." The cop handed him a condom, explaining this occasion wasn't a normal occurrence so he needed to put one. The cop then walked into the bathroom to take a shower. The trucker got on the bed between my legs and asked if he really had to wear a condom. I nodded that he should, but he had other intentions. He threw the condom aside, pushed my legs up to my chest and shoved his raw dick in my cum-lubed ass. Pausing, he asked "Do I still need to?" I shook me head 'no' and he began pounding me. He pleasured both of us for several minutes, and then announced he was close. Just then the cop walked back in the room, and went down on his knees at the foot of the bed to watch his buddy pound me. About then the trucker groaned "Take my load, man" as his cum shoot into my hole, adding to the cop's load. As the trucker pulled out, the cop, noting the trucker had foregone the rubber, declared I would need to come back and give it up to them both again. And so it was.

Have you ever run into a former or current hookup in public while he is with his wife or girlfriend? This evening I came across a guy I have bred a few times from the gym going into a Starbucks as he and his wife were exiting. He looked a bit shocked and nervous, but I am not a total ass I just walked past him just as if did not know him. This is not the first time I have bumped into a guy I have fooled around with and I always act like I do not know them, not even saying hi unless they say it first. Those I always respect their right to privacy, when I see their wives or girlfriends it turns me on a bit knowing that I have bred or been bred by their man.

Just got fucked by one of my regular top buddies. Told me he had a 4 day load saved up for me. Fucked me for a good hour while I begged him to fuck me harder and to drop his load in. He got animalistic and gave me a pounding of my life. I am still dripping him as I went back to work.

Adds Denver to list of potential holiday destinations ;-)

So I'm not really sure how interesting this is, but I wanted to write it down so I wouldn't forget. There's this guy I've been seeing for a while now. It's nothing too serious since he lives a few hours away, but he's someone I have a lot of feelings for. When we met, he loved taking my cock as much as he could. I'm a bit on the bigger side and that's the way he likes his cocks. The last time we saw each other a few months ago, he asked me to bottom for him. I don't bottom. Ever. For anyone. It just never works out very well. The last time someone successfully got cum in my ass was when I was in college. For some reason, I trust him enough to let myself take him inside me. Though it hurt like a bitch, I eventually got used to it and was actually happy that I was making him feel good. We went for a little while but I never got his load. Well, that all changed this past weekend. I actually was looking forward to seeing him again because I WANTED to bottom for him. I knew what I was getting myself into. His head is huge and hurts like a motherfucker when it goes in, but I wanted it. He was so patient and gentle, but then he fucked me like a champ after I got used to him. I loved it. He was also the first poz (undetectable) load I've ever taken. I doubt I'll ever forget that. I got two loads from him that weekend and he never got one from me. Oh, how things can change. I don't want to bottom for anyone else, but I want him to keep flooding me with his cum.

When it comes to getting my ass loaded I am pretty much down for letting anyone that wants to fuck me do so. It is the cum that I care about not where it comes from. But on those rare times I top I am very picky. More than anything I love to fuck Asian guys. Anyhow, Sunday I went to Flex (bath house) to get some anonymous loads. I headed right to the steam room, picked a nice spot where I was in the open. Within a minute a young Asian twink landed next to me. A little bit of sucking and jacking and he was ready for my cock up in him. I figured I better shoot my load quickly before he had a chance to ask status. God I hope he ain't on that stupid prep. Hot Asian twinks should be knocked up and I will do all I can to see that happen.

Next installment: ______________________ Chapter 17)A day in court, which was proving to be an utter waste of time. “Uncle Jeffy, what’s going on?” I whispered, unable to hide my irritation. “I’m missing class to be here.” He shook his head and rolled his eyes. “They’re using every trick in the book to delay and I’m afraid they’re all legal. Not ethical, but legal,” he whispered back with deep disgust clearly evident in his tone. He looked every inch the part of a high-powered litigation attorney: short salt-and pepper hair, a strong jaw, dressed in a master-of-the universe double-breasted blue pinstriped suit with a crisp white shirt, gold cufflinks and a bold red and blue tie. The associate with him was similarly attired, but in a more youthful style. And of course I had to come in looking like a choirboy, so I was in a navy suit, too. The defense had chosen navy-blue as well; not a surprise, I had read that studies proved that navy blue inspired trust. I sighed and leaned back in a useless attempt to get comfortable in one of the supremely uncomfortable chairs that seemed to be mandated in court rooms around the U.S., while listening to the defense attorney argue his motion for more time to review the evidence and conduct discovery. For this I was missing English and trigonometry. News of the arraignment of faculty along with the criminal indictment and the class-action law suit had hit the airwaves like an atomic bomb blast, leaving the entire campus deeply divided and in a state of shock. A few alumni contacted me on Facebook to let me know they’d personally always thought Daddy Scorpio was creepy. But since I was the lead plaintiff in the class action, information had been leaked by the defense – not on the record of course, but puh-leeze – that strongly suggested I was sexually promiscuous and out of control. The implication was that any sexual assault I endured was entirely my fault and that it was more than likely I’d been a willing participant. I’d had to deal with catcalls, threats, social media rants about what a trouble-making faggot I was and even some of the football team (obviously none of them from the frat) got in my face, trying to frighten me off campus or force me to recant my testimony. It was sheer luck that I was meeting Mike, Carlos and Aiden for lunch that day and that they came looking for me just in the nick of time, prior to my being beaten into a pulp. In response, Uncle Jeffy had demanded that a campus security officer accompany me at all times at the University’s expense. Of course the administration refused, so my parents hired a bodyguard, a tough-looking former navy seal by the name of Rod. Uncle Jeffy said that when we won he’d make sure that Mom and Dad were reimbursed. At the rate everything was going that would be sometime in the next millennia. My friends from the frat had started accompanying me to class whenever they could, carrying their laptops and doing their own homework while they sat on one side and the guard sat on the other. Carlos especially took great pleasure in staring down anyone he thought was even remotely threatening. The objections of any professors to my security team were overridden by my attorneys, so they accepted it and stopped kvetching. And forget any more solo date nights with Mike. If I went out, I was surrounded by a crowd of friends. Literally. It helped me feel protected, but it was still exhausting. The worst was if I had to use a public restroom, so I avoided it. If Mike or someone else was along, they could go in and make sure that there was nobody lying in wait, though how anyone would predict my bladder functions precisely enough to ambush me was not clear. Then the hired muscle would guard the door so I could take a piss in quiet. Otherwise, the guard insisted on accompanying me, I had to use a stall and he would stand guard outside of it. Yuck. My parents had suggested more than once that I come back to New York, but I refused. I told them I couldn’t cave to the bullies because it would weaken our legal case, but of course the real reason was I didn’t want to – actually couldn’t – leave Mike and my friends. I still had the occasional nightmare (though fewer of them as the weeks went on), and having someone next to me in bed who understood made all the difference. And Mike and I would usually have sex if one of my nightmares woke us, which was a nice side benefit. “I warn you counselor, I will not extend this trial indefinitely,” the exasperated female judge said, bringing me back to the dreary courtroom. “You may have until March 1st, but that is the final continuance that I will grant,” she said severely. She banged her gavel and everyone filed out of the courtroom. March!?! Oh, fuck. I grimaced at Uncle Jeffy, and he returned it. “I’m sorry Darren. Let me take you out for some lunch.” We left with the bodyguard to my right, Uncle Jeffy, with his protective hand on my back, to my left; Christopher, the associate, a stocky, guy with a rugby player’s build, who had probably been chosen partly so that he could double as security followed. I sighed and steeled myself to deal with the pack of reporters waiting in front of the courthouse. My mom had been writing about the case in her column, trying to run interference, but otherwise coverage was mixed. It had been decided that I was to say nothing to the press, that Uncle Jeffy or his associate would do the talking. “Mr. Ward,” said Anne Conway, a pushy blonde anchor that I recognized from the local news channel, “do you have any comment to make about today’s proceedings?” and then she shoved the microphone in Uncle Jeffy’s face. “The defense is unnecessarily stalling the proceedings and prolonging the pain not just for my clients, but for the entire community.” “Thank you. Now, Mr. Leibowitz, do you have anything to say regarding the allegations that you are quite promiscuous and…” “The lead plaintiff is not on trial,” thundered Uncle Jeffy. “His conduct is neither relevant nor germane to this case, and these unsubstantiated allegations are simply another tactic – a particularly underhanded tactic, I would add – to influence the outcome of these proceedings.” Ms. Conway’s eyes glowed, sensing she’d hit a nerve. “Are you saying that the defense is responsible for the leaked information?” “There is nothing to leak,” Uncle Jeffy maintained. He was sort of right – there was no concrete evidence, but plenty of guys had seen me get gang-banged. Twice. And Uncle Jeffy knew it, but was sticking to his story. “Someone is putting out false information in hopes of muddying the waters around this suit and the criminal trial. We will prove conclusively that my client, among others, was subject to vicious assaults at the hands of the defendants, in which the University, by refusing to investigate in spite of complaints lodged by a student, was complicit.” “But…” Ms. Conway began. “That is all I have to say to you, or any other member of the media,” he said, directing his comments to the other reporters who had gathered around, as Rod began clearing a path down the courthouse steps. Various reporters continued to shout out questions; none of us responded. The lawsuit had seemed like a good idea at the time. ———————— Thanksgiving holiday came a couple of weeks later, which was good. And bad. “I’ll miss you, honey,” Mike whispered as we hugged goodbye late Wednesday morning. He didn’t have any afternoon classes, plus one of his cousins was getting married over the weekend, Mike was a groomsman and needed to be there for the festivities. So he was leaving earlier than I. “It’s only four days,” I said with an assurance I didn’t feel. Mike gave me a lingering, open-mouthed kiss. “I wish we could spend it together. The hardest part will be dinner tomorrow. We always have to say what we’re most thankful for, and I want to say ‘Darren Leibowitz’, but I can’t.” I was deeply touched and swallowed hard. “You can think it, they can’t police your thoughts. And I’ll tell everyone in New York that I’m most thankful to have Michael Prescott in my life, along with the love of family and friends.” He grinned. “That last one is good, I’m going to use it.” We kissed again and then Ike was at the door. “Mike, you’re going to miss your flight and make all of us late, we have to go now.” “Travel safe,” I said and accompanied him out the front door and down the steps that led from the verandah to the waiting car, not wanting to let go yet. “Call or text me when you can.” “I will. And be careful, sweetheart, and do whatever your security guard tells you to do. Make sure you stay close to Carlos. He’ll enjoy it if nothing else,” Mike teased. I smiled, and we shared one last hasty kiss. Then I was waving goodbye, watching until Ike’s car had disappeared. “What the hell are you doing out here alone?” Carlos demanded, coming up behind me. I jumped a little, startled, then rolled my eyes. “There’s no one around – see for yourself,” I said gesturing around the front yard, not bothering to hide my irritation. “Yeah, well, you were not on your guard. I saw you jump when I spoke.” I sighed. “Look, I was just saying goodbye. This is virtually the first time I’m going to be away from everyone since I got here last August. Could you cut me a little slack if I’m kind of distracted?” Carlos put a beefy arm around me and all but forcibly walked me back inside. “Baby, you can’t get distracted for a minute while you’re here. And you should take your guard with you to New York…” “That’s ridiculous,” I said flatly, interrupting him as we walked up the steps. “The poor man needs to spend the holiday with his family, not trail around after me in New York. I’ll be at home in a huge city, lost in the crowd. My parent’s home phone number and address are unlisted. And you’re traveling through New York to go to DC to see your parents, so I’ll have serious muscle with me on the flight home,” I finished, flattering him outrageously. “True that. Maybe we could join the mile-high club on the flight,” Carlos said, letting his hand stray down to squeeze my butt. I couldn’t help but laugh. “On those teeny commuter jets, you’ll barely fit in the one restroom on your own.” “But think of how much fun we could have trying.” I gave up on logic. “I have to get to anthropology class. Are you coming with me?” “You know it.” “Let’s get moving, I don’t want to be late.” That night, after a dinner of take-out Chinese food with Carlos and the rather taciturn Rod, I packed for my trip. The rest of the frat members had already left for the holiday, so my bodyguard was spending the night in the living room on the couch, even though a burglar alarm and security cameras had recently been installed. I’d offered to put him up in one of the empty rooms, but he insisted that he needed to be on guard downstairs. “Are you going to pack your whole closet?” Carlos said incredulously as he watched me fill my suitcase. “Just because I like to be prepared doesn’t mean I’m packing my whole closet. Not everyone can get by on two pairs of jeans and four tight t-shirts. I don’t have your muscles, so I’ve got to make up for it somehow.” He grinned at my compliment, then said “At least it’s fun watching you.” “You have a weird idea of fun,” I answered, focusing on the shirt I was packing, folding it carefully to minimize wrinkling. “Your butt looks cute when bend over to put something in the suitcase.” I looked at him over my shoulder. “You have a one-track mind, you know that? Do you ever think about anything but sex?” After pantomiming deep thought, Carlos said, “Hmm…nope. Especially when you’re around.” “Someone’s looking to get laid,” I said as I put in the last few things in my bag. “Why did you think I volunteered to leave on Thanksgiving Day instead of leaving earlier?” “Because you care about me and didn’t want me to be alone with only my bodyguard for company?” “There’s that, too,” he said as he knelt beside me and pressed a kiss on the back of my neck. “Just a minute, I’m not done. I have another suitcase to pack,” I said, completely deadpan. “You’ll have to deal with only having one,” Carlos said as he turned me towards him and kissed me on the mouth, deeply, then started kissing my neck as he lowered me to the floor. I gasped, and said “I’ll make do somehow.” My arms were around his shoulders, and I moved restlessly, wrapping my legs around his waist. Carlos stood, carried me to the bed, and gently placed me on my back, then slowly lowered himself on top of me while kissing my neck tenderly, but still hitting every hot spot. I squirmed in his arms and he returned to kissing my lips, our mouths wide open, tongues wrestling, thrusting against one another, heating up, but always with that undercurrent of tenderness. I clung to him, and felt the answering pressure of his arms around me. “What, baby?” he murmured against my ear. “I wish we could all be together for the holiday,” I sighed. “I know it’s dumb, it’s only four days, but I’m going to miss everybody. I’m even going to miss Rod, and he’s barely said two words to me.” Carlos laughed, propped himself on his elbows, and brushed my hair back, off of my face. “And how do you always fucking know if I’m a little worried or something?” “Because I know you, baby. What did I tell you the first day we met?” I rolled my eyes and sighed. “I think too much.” “Very good, buen chico. You think too much,” Carlos said, lightly tapping the middle of my forehead with his forefinger in time to his words. “I can’t help it, it’s congenital,” I said irritably. “Just relax, baby. Enjoy the moment…” he whispered, and then was claiming my lips in another searing kiss. I could feel his dick hardening through the thin work-out pants he was wearing, and I pushed up against him as he pushed me down into the mattress. “I want you to fuck me,” I said. “Damn, you didn’t get enough from Mike this morning before he left?” he teased. “We can hear you, you know.” “Really? How, over the racket you and Aiden make?” I said sweetly. “Smart ass,” he growled. “I thought that’s the part you liked best about me. Didn’t you just tell me to ‘enjoy the moment’?” We went back to kissing; I was running my hands through the short black silk of his hair, caressing the back of his neck, the skin smooth under my fingers. I could feel the weight of his muscular body pinning me in place; he tasted of himself and toothpaste and mouthwash. Then he was pulling back, but I tightened my arms around him and murmured “No, don’t stop.” “Baby, let me undress you. I want you naked, want to feel your skin,” he said pulling the t-shirt I wore to sleep in over my head. “So soft,” he continued as he stroked my shoulders, and ran his hands down my chest to my drawstring sleep pants and pulled them off of me. I’d put them on after I’d gotten ready for bed before packing, knowing I’d be taking them off sooner rather than later. Then he was throwing off his own t-shirt and workout pants; his immense dick was already fully erect, practically vibrating. He lay back down on top of me, and I pushed up to meet him; he groaned as his hard dick probed my smooth, soft skin. I moved under him, rubbing against his rigid dick, which started to leak pre-cum. “Hold still, baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” he moaned. “Then get inside me now, I want it,” I insisted. Carlos reached over to the nightstand and took a glob of Vaseline and rubbed it over his dick, snorting as he came close to shooting his load all over my chest. Then he was probing my asshole with a well-lubed finger, getting me open and ready. I was wriggling and humping myself on his finger. “Please…” I begged. “Now.” He took my legs over his shoulders and pressed his huge cockhead against my butt – the head completely filled my anus – and began to push inside of me. My back arched and I felt his lips on my chest and neck, and felt his balls pressed against me as he sank his dick all the way inside of me. Then he pulled almost all the way out with agonizing deliberation and pushed back in just as slowly. “Harder, faster. Fuck me, goddamn it,” I rasped. “But I’m so close, baby, I’ll shoot right away,” he said, keeping himself buried inside of my tight butt, pushing my thighs to my chest and kissing my neck, cocooning us together. I could smell his perspiration mixed with the citrusy soap he used, a heady odor that wasn’t at all unpleasant. It must have been natural pheromones or something. I squeezed my sphincter and he groaned and shuddered. Almost, I thought. “We’ve got all night,” I said. “Remember you told me that you wanted to fuck me over and over? Now’s our chance.” Then I reached down and stroked his ball sack; he let out a little shout and began pounding me, slamming his dick in and out of my ass. I could hear the rhythmic slap of his thighs against my butt and the pressure built inside me, too. I began matching his rhythm, every stroke bringing us closer to orgasm. “I want your charged seed in my butt…breed me,” I whispered. “Oh, baby, take me, take it all, take my dirty leche, gonna fill you up,” he growled as he rammed against me. And then it was on us simultaneously like the proverbial fireworks or a thunderstorm, the intense pleasure sweeping over us leaving us sodden and gasping in its wake. Carlos was panting, which made me smile smugly, until I realized I was panting, too. “That was awesome, baby,” Carlos said, easing back so my legs rested around his hips, but left his still-hard dick inside of me. I just smiled, and stretched. “Let’s do it again.” I felt his dick twitch inside of me, and he was taking my legs over his shoulders, and began to move again. We found our rhythm quickly and in short order had climaxed. “Good thing I saved up a few days, took a lot of vitamin E and some Viagra,” he said. “It’s going to be so hot being on the jet together knowing that your cum is inside of me,” I said and squeezed him again. “Damn, now I’m gonna be horny on the flight,” he said. “Then I’ll have to totally drain you tonight,” I replied, and reached between us to stroke his dick, ass and balls. All in all, I got six loads out of him before we both were finally too tired to keep going and just cuddled together and fell asleep.

I have been on PREP in the past and in fact I have a bottle and half in my medicine cabinet that I cannot seem to make myself use. But when I was on PREP I felt depressed and did not want sex at all. But when I stop PREP, the lust returns. I like the risk of raw unprotected BB fucking with the very real possibility of getting POZ. I think PREP takes all the fun away. Is there any other guys that feel like me, or am I truly insane?

My last load was a tripple load. A boy I meet regularly came with two of his friends three days ago. Two nice boys, one slim and smooth, and the other one a very sexy boy with tatoos and a big cock. Once the three of them entered my room I undressed immediately. My cock was very hard. My regular friend obviously had explained them what I like because the boy with the tattoos quickly started to lick my nipples and the other one was kissing me and putting his finger in my hole. I undressed them and sucked each of them, then we went to my bed. The boy with the tattoos was a bit surprised when he saw his friend penetrate me without condom, but my regular boy told him that I did not like condoms. The three of them fucked me and cum inside me. The boy with the tattoos was the second to fill me, and the slim boy the last. After they left I kept the cum inside me till it dripped out by itself. Then I took a plate and emptied my ass on it. It was so hot to let all that cum come out of my ass. Very good boys.

Same here. Taking the risk away ruins the fun of bareback sex. Might as well be getting fucked with a condom. That's way I skipped PrEP altogether when I took the plunge into the world of chasing and taking raw poz cock and loads. Are we insane? That all depends on your definition of insane. I don't consider myself insane, just comfortable in the knowledge that I'm a slutty cumdump who gets off on the thrill of high risk taboo sex.

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

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

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

First year at college has been a blast and after a pretty closeted life finally getting to try some as a gay kid finally getting to try some stuff lost my virginity to a guy I met in my bio class went to his dorm made out alot and got to some serious sucking and when he started fingering my hole I shot my load down his throat. After swallowing we made out more as he kept fingering me and i ended up on my back legs up on his shoulders as he tried to work his cock into me - after a couple pushes got it all the way in pushed my legs against my chest and pounded me hard and steady. When the time came he pushed in deep and dumped his load inside me. After I regained my senses we made out more and he ended up fucking me again doggie this time also ended with him dropping his nut inside me. Can;s wait till the next time

I just came back from vacay in Sin City where I met up with an old acquaintance/fwb who invited me to a hotel (sex) party that one of his friends was throwing. We pre-gamed pretty hard and were feeling tipsy by the time we showed up. The party was held in a large suite and as the door opened, the smell of hot man-on-man sex wafted over me - that all too familiar scent of cum, lube, sweat, and ass invading my nostrils and making my hole twitch. As my friend and I were greeting by our host, bodies were intertwined on the sofas and floor as cocks joined with oral and anal orifices, men already in the midst of fucking and sucking. The mix of tops and bottoms was fairly even, with a few verse dudes pulling double duty. I saw a bowl of assorted condoms but it didn't seem any were being used as, a quick scan of the dicks suggested all were unsheathed. Two hung naked tops brazenly walked up to me without saying anything. One handed me a drink while the other started to undress me. I had to guzzle down my drink as the action quickly pulled me in. The one dude who undressed me was eating my hole out while the other guy started sucking me off. Before I knew it I was in the middle of the pile. I spent most of my time on my hands and knees as this was the best position to get both my face and ass fucked simultaneously. Time sped up and slowed down and even stopped due to my drunken state and I really don't know how many dudes fucked me, or even came in me for that matter. The entire night was a blur of dicks, jizz, and sweaty bodies moaning and groaning throughout the night. My head swam and my skin felt hot. I think someone may have slipped me something in my drink. Or maybe it was the numerous popper-soaked wads of cloth that were constantly being shoved in my face. Either way, my semi-consciousness was flooded with pleasure and pain. And then darkness. I awoke in my own room, naked. My jaw ached and my hole was on fire. A large wet spot under my ass revealed a pool of semen stained pink with blood. Cum was plastered on my face and hair, chest and stomach, ass and back. The hangover was worst than death as I crawled my way to the shower. My friend was hivered over the toilet, puking his guts out. As I let the warm water wash away last evening's debauchery, I felt my hole. It was tender, gaping, and leaking cum. After some coffee and Advil, I felt good enough to check my phone. I had several text messages with pics and videos of me drinking cum and my ass being railed by some hot tops. I grinned as the images flashed before my eyes. It has only been a few days since the party. I'm waiting a few more weeks before I get tested. Stay tuned.

Another lucky day for me. This poz detectable guy has been after for me for sometime to give me a good breeding. He asked me to come over to his place for a surprise. I showed up ,he kissed me passionately at the door. Immediately we were naked and he was rimming me real good. He had his tongue buried in my mancunt. I was going crazy ,he hit every spot. Then he greased me up and put the head of that poz beauty in me. He took his time til he was all the way in. He never broke stride as he keep a good pace. He the pulled out and said,now it's time. This huge black guy came from the othere room. His cock must've been 10 inches and thick. He was dripping precum ,which he fed me. He worked his way in me and I was surprised how easily I took him deep in me. He went slow but steady. Then he sped up to a quick pace. He said this was my lucky day. He started breathing heavy then jerk some and shot a huge load in me. He must've been cummming for ten minutes. When he pulled out some started leaking out. He scooped it up and shoved it back in. Then my friend smiled,another guy appeared. He had that old time AIDS look. His cheeks drain in and skinny. He smiled at me and the others spread my ass cheeks apart and he put that boney fuckstick in me. He was a bit raspy but keep going. He suddenly started shaking then shouted ,he was cumming.she shot a nice load in me the collapsed on me. Thanking me for taking his full blown seed. They all smiled and said I took about a million VL in my guts. I was hooked and they want me to be their regular cum dump. This will continue next week,after I think about it and see if I gained any strains

Part 13 “Alright cunt, your Sir assured us you were fair game for anything. You ready for a new test of your pathetic existence?” I feared what he had planned, but I nodded. “Good. First off, swallow my piss for me.” He immediately began flooding my mouth with his sweetly bitter piss. I gulped it down as fast as I could, angry with myself for missing a few drops of his nectar. After my gut was full of his piss, I felt sad that he had finished and looked at him with sad eyes. He laughed and said, “It’s okay boy, you all feel that way after drinking me.” The guy fucking me started to say, “Yeah, bec…” but was cut off with a backhand to the face. My love (really, what the hell is going on with me) snapped his head and glared at him. “You know the rule.” I watched in pure confusion as the man fucking me pulled out of my ass, cum dripping from his dick. “Yes, Sir.” He wiped the cum from his dick, and preceded to lick it off. I saw his face convulse in disgust as he tasted it. The convulsion twisted further with the order, “Swallow it.” He garbled out, “Yes, Sir” as he swallowed the cum. The guy then leaned over and before I could prepare myself, his tongue lapped up any cum that had dripped out of my cunt into my cheeks. “Stand up.” He stood back up, tongue still out, and was ordered, “Swallow.” He pulled his tongue back in and swallowed a large helping up who knows how many DNA mixed cum loads. “Assume the position.” The man then put his hands behind his head and stood with his legs spread wide. “Reveal to this pathetic cunt why this is happening.” The guy looked at me and simply stated, “I failed to follow orders of the Brotherhood. I accept my punishment, Sir.” With that, out of seeming nowhere, the man standing above me, who I could not explain my feelings for, delivered a bone rattling kick, square to the nuts and cock of the man standing in front of me. The kicked man’s mouth opened in a silent scream as he crumpled to the floor. “Get the fuck out of here and tell the others of your behavior. They will finish your punishment.” The man crawled to the door, clearly in great pain and was passed by another man heading to my cunt. There were no words of sympathy for the crawling man, no offer of assistance. Instead, as if nothing was going on, the next man asked, “Is the cunt available Sir?” My love nodded and I was again mounted like a bitch. My love turned back to me and looked me in the eyes. “You see what happens when you fail to follow rules boy? You get hurt and hurt badly.” He kneeled down, turning my head to face him and quietly said, “He won’t heal as you do, he may not be whole again for a while, if ever. You though? You have that special gift from our Father. As I have my special gift from Him.” I leaned forward and tried to kiss him, but he simply put a hand out and stopped me. “No kissing on the lips boy. Only I get to do that.” My lips trembled with dejection as he instead lifted his arm, showing me his hairy armpit. The smell of it, so close to my nose, made me gag it was so strong. I’ve smelled dirty armpits for years, you can’t avoid it being a baseball player. I’ve always been disgusted by the smell, even when its an earned and honest sweat. There’s a difference between athletic sweaty pits and unwashed, unkempt dirty pits. And then there was his. After the initial wave washed over me, something else kicked in. I strained my head, not pulling away, but stretching as close to it as possible. He saw this and smiled, “You like that smell don’t you boy?” I nodded. “You want to get your nose all the way in there don’t you? Feel my wet hair in your nostrils. Marking you with my scent. Show me you want it.” I scooted as much as I could to get closer to it. “Good boy.” He lowered his armpit onto my nose and mouth. I started to tongue it but stopped when he told me, “I didn’t give you permission to taste it. Do you need to be punished?” I shook my head to indicate I did not, then realized how I had failed him and upset him. I slowly nodded my head, knowing I had broken the rules. Keeping his armpit covering my mouth and nose, he turned to the guy fucking me and said, “Pull all the way out of his cunt.” No resistance as my cunt was abandoned and tightened up. “Give me your cigar.” I felt my love move to take the cigar and bring it around to my face. “Now, this will hurt quite a bit. I hate doing this to you, but you must be punished.” He put the cigar between his teeth, taking a drag to get the embers red hot and then immediately placed the lit end to my forehead. The pain was horrible, and the scent of burning flesh was putrid. “Fuck him hard.” The cock was slammed back into my hole, causing a new level of pain that had not been matched since the night before. My mouth opened into a silent scream and my eyes filled with tears. He looked at me and made me focus on him. “Boy, that hurt me so much having to do that to you. Don’t hurt me again. Or I’ll have to do worse. Do you understand?” I nodded and as he moved his arm briefly to uncover my mouth, I said, “I’m sorry Sir.” He smiled back and said, “Yes boy, you are sorry.” My mind tore apart as part of me was angry for being so pathetic to apologize to him after he hurt me. The other part of my brain was fighting to integrate my patheticness as my identity. He dropped his armpit back to my mouth and simply ordered, “Clean it.” I spent the next few minutes, although it seemed only seconds, sliding my tongue in every direction, trying to collect every drop of man sweat from him. I closed my lips around his hairs and sucked them as dry as possible. I was given the privilege of servicing his other arm as well. All the while I felt several guys enter me, fuck me and some shoot in me. I felt the burning, but it was such a distant feeling as I was entranced to his nectar. Finally, he pulled away, leaving me silently whimpering. “Good boy. Did you know you were a pit pig? I think you’re going to be very popular with your teammates. Offering to sniff and clean their sweaty armpits.” I nodded my head, disgusted at what he said; knowing it was true. “You’re doing really well, cunt-boy. I think you might be ready for your final lesson. Are you ready?” Not caring what it was, only wanting to please this man of mans, I nodded my head. “Don’t you even want to know what it is before accepting?” I shook my head. “Good boy. Close your eyes and keep them closed until I tell you.” I closed my eyes and waited. Nothing happened, except for another change in fuckers. Soon though I felt movement around my head, and pressure at the top of my face. “Open your eyes.” I did and was greeted by a hairy, muscular ass. The cheeks were spread wide and I could see a tight hole inches from my mouth. I immediately started bucking, trying to get my face away. This was too much. “Stop fighting me boy.” I stopped. “You said you were prepared. Did you lie to me boy?” I shook my head, but knew he couldn’t see it. “Show me a thumbs up to indicate you told me the truth. Thumbs down to indicate you lied.” I hesitated briefly before placing my thumb up. “Do you know what I’m expecting from you?” Thumb up. “Then do it boy.” I hesitated briefly, overwhelmed by the sweaty stench of his ass. Again, it was his scent, and his scent alone. No smell of ass funk or shit. Just his scent. I stuck my tongue out tentatively and touched it to his crack. As with his pit, I went to a place I’d never imagined. I became utterly focused on tasting his ass, the sweat and the hairs. For minutes I licked every inch of his crack, being rewarded with moans and “Yeah, boy” to indicate I was doing it well. “Stop.” My tongue froze where it was. “Why are you ignoring my hole boy? That should be your main focus. Worshipping a real man’s asshole, worshipping something you no longer have. Get your tongue in there.” I moved my tongue to that one place I tried to avoid. I felt his hole quiver slightly at the first touch of my tongue. He started moving his ass, front to back and side to side. My tongue was being used by him to lick his asshole entirely. “Good boy. Now go in.” That was not what I wanted. My tongue curled at the tip and pushed at his hole. He pushed his hole a little, while also sitting further down, and soon my tongue was in him. I was past his first ring, and could feel the lining of his colon. The heat burned me, but the taste was amazing. He began to slowly gyrate on me, then bounce up and down slightly. “Stick your tongue out as far as possible. I want to feel you in there.” I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and it slid in a little more. “Oh, fuck yeah boy. How’s that taste? You’re fucking tonguing my asshole.” I could only give him a thumbs up as my mouth was full. I could see a little, but could feel him mostly, jerking on his dick. “I’m pleasing him. He’s hard because my tongue is in him. I’m a good faggot cunt for him.” Again the fight in my brain. One side shouting how disgusting I was being. The other wanting to go further and hoping he’d give me his cum. I felt him continue to jerk and he said, “I’m getting close to shooting boy. You get to choose where my load goes. Your cunt? Your mouth? On your stomach?” For a split second the battle in my brain waged on. However, it ended quickly when I pointed to my cunt. I heard him yell, “Pull out of his pussy.” The guy in me followed directions and my hole was quickly emptied. My love hopped off the table and quickly approached my hole. He didn’t enter me. He stood staring at me. “Use your words cunt-boy. Tell me what you want.” I moved my mouth, not expecting to hear anything. But I heard my voice call out, “Fuck me Sir. Shove your dick in my cunt.” He smiled. “More.” This was it, no going back. “Fuck my cunt Sir. Breed my hole. Give me your dirty death seed.” My mind broke entirely as he smiled down at me. “As you wish slut.” He slammed into my hole and this time, instead of screaming in pain, I groaned in ecstasy. “Rape my ass Sir. Give me that dirty cum. Give me your AIDS. Oh, FATHER. GIVE IT TO MEEEEEE!!!!” He slammed into me a couple more times before groaning, “Take it boy. Take your death sentence.” I felt the most intense burning. No, it was more than burning, it was a massive hell-fire burn in my ass as he unloaded in me. It didn’t stop in my ass. The fire spread through me, consuming me entirely. I reached out to him and placed my lips to his. “Thank you Sir.” He continued to fuck me, shoving the death seed as deep in me as possible. I began to cry, knowing I had just begged for death. And it had been granted. He looked at me, his eyes searing deep into me. “Don’t cry boy. You’ll be okay.” “I know Sir. I’m crying because you made me see my truth.” “No boy. You only see what I wanted you to see. Say what I wanted you to say. My gift from the Holy Father? I make stupid little bitches like you do what I want. But when I’m done with you? You don’t remember a damn thing. Just that you did things you are disgusted by.” “But, I… lov…” “Shut your mouth boy. You don’t love me. I own your mind right now. And I’m wiring your brain to turn you into even more of a whore then your Sire started you as.” “Now, in addition to being a cum whore for any man who wants to breed you, you are even more. Now you are also a disgusting little sweat whore. You will clean the dirty armpits, the dirty asses and the dirty feet of ANY MAN WHO WISHES IT.” “No I won’t. I’m not that sick.” “You will you pathetic little bitch.” “NEXT. This is going to be fun to watch.”

I have a play partner who is 19 who "rapes" me. While it is not real rape we do try to simulate it as best as possible. My favorite scene was when I went camping, and he came out of no where and push me into a tree. Then he proceeds to punch, and kick me till I can't fight back at all usually leaves many bruises. Then he pulls down my pants, and shoves his unlubed dick in as hard as possible, and fucks me while slapping me in the face telling me how I'm his sissy bitch now. Also the fucking is very hard and rough usually results in anal bleeding. He finishes and leaves. Yes we have a safe word, and my husband watches to make sure things don't go too far.

Part 11 “Get dressed, we’re going for a ride.” I put on the shirt and pants and looked at the money on the bed. I reached down, picked it up and made a nice stack and handed it to Sir. “No, boy, that’s yours. You get to keep the small money you earn. We keep the big money. As a matter of fact, you’ve already brought in a big pile.” I put the money in my desk after making sure that I would not need it tonight. We walked out to the car, with Sir’s hand down the back of my pants, fingering my cum cunt. He caught me staring at him, “What are you thinking about boy?” “I… uh, nothing.” He jammed his finger harder, making me whimper and catching the looks of others. “Answer me when I ask you a question.” “Sorry Sir. It’s just that, I uh…” “You’re avoiding the answer.” “I like it when you do that.” “Do what boy?” “Please, don’t make me say it out here.” He stopped in mid-stride and worked a second finger in, making me whimper again. “They’re watching us boy. I’m pretty sure they know what I’m doing to you. Now you can answer the truth or I can make you drop your pants right out here and let everyone see what is going on. Your choice.” “I like it when you’re fingering me. Fingering my cunt.” A couple people heard me and signaled disgust. “Good boy. You are learning to like this all aren’t you? Being a slut, taking dick and cum from everybody that wants to fuck you.” “No Sir. I don’t like that. It’s only…” “Aww, Joey are you falling for me?” “I…I don’t know.” “Have you ever heard the term Stockholm Syndrome?” When I shook my head, he explained it and said that’s probably what I’m doing. We walked the rest of the way to the car in silence, his 2 fingers rubbing my wet cunt. “Where are we going Sir? What will I be doing?” He smiled and said, “the only thing that you are good for. You’re gonna be spreading that ass all night long. No gag, no blindfold. Just you, legs spread, and hole getting fucked and seeded over and over.” We drove to a motel across the river, a beat up old place that looked like it had been closed for years. There was one parking space left, by the office, and I could see that guys were sitting in their cars. “Strip to your strap and then go to the clerk. Tell him, ‘I’m the cunt cum dump for room 17’.” I looked at Sir, hoping he was kidding, but saw the look on his face. I did as ordered, leaving the shirt and pants in the car. I saw guys staring at me as I opened the door and got out, naked except for my crusty jockstrap. I walked to the office, if you could call it that, and saw a guy in his 60s, old and showing every sign of age. “I, I’m the cunt cum dump for room 17.” The guy looked at me, stood up and looked me over. “His best yet. Turn around.” I turned, facing the door way to the parking lot and watched Sir as he pulled out and drove away. Without warning, I felt a collar being placed around my neck and turned to say something, I felt a sharp pain in my side, seeing a stun gun before I lost consciousness and tumbled to the ground. I came to only a few minutes later I think, but now found myself staring at myself, in a collar and jockstrap. It took a moment for my head to clear and only then did I notice my wrists cuffed together above my head. The cuffs were latched to a hook on the bar between the headposts. I looked around and saw the desk clerk standing at the foot of the bed, stepping out of his pants. “Welcome back bitch. Was hoping you’d be awake by the time I got ready to fuck you.” I tried to speak, but no words came out, even though my mouth moved. “You are not going to be making noise until I allow you; It’s a specialty of mine. I like to get really rough with the boys, and let my buddies do the same. We’ve gotten into some trouble before form you little bitches screaming in pain. So now, you can scream all you want, and you’re going to be. No one will hear a word.” I watched as he finished getting undressed and was horrified by the site of his naked body. There were tattoos all over his body of heads blasted open, words that I can’t bear to even think about. The two worst ones were the swastika between his saggy pecs and right below that, another bio-hazard symbol. I closed my eyes as I felt the bed sag as he climbed on. “Aww, did you not like my tattoos?” When I didn’t answer or open my eyes, I received a painful knee to the nuts. I roared out in pain, but no sound came out. “When you’re asked a question,” another knee to the balls, “You will fucking acknowledge me boy.” Tears streaked my face from the intense pain. I looked at him and mouthed, “Yes Sir.” As I silently spoke those words, a wet and horribly disgusting load of phlegm was spit into my mouth. “Swallow. Get used to the taste, it might be the best taste in your mouth for the next several hours.” I gagged as I swallowed the putrid liquid. “Lift your legs and show me that cunt I spent so much on.” I struggled between the pain and his large body but was able to get my legs up. Apparently they weren’t high enough as he spread them wider and I could feel the muscles stretch to their maximum. He reached over me, and I was overwhelmed by the stench coming from his underarms and was disgusted when sweat dropped into my mouth. I felt something lock onto my ankle and saw the same manner of clasp take hold of first my left, then my right ankles. “You figured out the specialty of this room yet bitch?” I shook my head. “This is another of my special creations. It keeps you open for us to use and abuse that pussy of yours, whether a guy wants you missionary or doggy style. Simple flip and you’re either looking at the guy making love to you, or your looking at the wall as a guy rapes you like a bitch. And with our friends tonight, there isn’t much difference between making love and raping you, it’s all gonna hurt you.” “Look up, I want you to watch me enter you.” I looked up at the mirror on the ceiling and saw his dick, not too long, but thick. He was pierced at the tip, the ring appeared to have serrations on it. His dick looked like it had a condom on it, but, it was…different. It looked metallic and it looked to be serrated as well. “I don’t use lube, so hopefully you still got some cum in there.” I felt, and saw, him place the tip of the piercing to my hole and I could already feel the pain. He slammed into me, going balls deep. As every centimeter of his cock slid into me, I felt the pain from the serrated sheath as it shredded my hole. I screamed in agony as I felt my hole begin to tear open. The guy was brutal, pulling out all the way and slamming back in. “Gotta open that cunt up so I know my poison takes hold in you. Also, gotta teach you a lesson that white men are your only true cock masters and that you take nigger dick because you’re a pathetic bitch.” He held me down on the mattress, squeezing my throat as he roared out, “I’m fucking killing you boy. Either my death seed in your pussy or my hand around your throat. FUUUCCK!” I felt the load erupt in my hole and burn hotter than most loads before, probably because of the tears he had caused. I saw the light in the room fade as he continued to choke me. The last thought I had was, “I’m dying now. No more of this.”

Part 10 I unlocked my door and walked in, dropping my bag when I saw Sir sitting there. “Hello, Joey.” “Hi Sir. What are… How’d you..” I trailed off. “I really don’t even need to ask do i?” He smiled and shook his head, “No boy, you really don’t. Open your bag.” I looked at him, confused. “My bag, why?” The smile faded and was replaced with a look of slow burning anger. “OPEN IT.” I opened my bag, and handed it to him, realizing too late why he demanded it. He took the bag, and removed the paper bag from it. He looked back to me and only smiled. “I know why you did this boy.” “I’m scared Sir.” “I know boy. Open your door.” “My door, but…” “The more you challenge, the worse it’ll be for you. Do it.” I opened the door part way and looked for approval. Not getting anything, I opened it all the way. “Now tell me why you are not wearing your clothes from this morning. I specifically directed you not to change.” I detailed fully, with guys walking down the hall, what had happened earlier, the gang bang in the bathroom, the bitch being given my shirt and shorts and me getting his clothes. All the while I could feel people watching and listening. Sir nodded approvingly. “Brother Robert gave me a full report of what happened and that you followed directions fairly well. I’m very proud that you have brought another boy into the fold already, on your first day. I will be meeting the bitch later on to test him out.” “Brother Robert? He…” “You NEVER use a Brother’s name boy. You do not have that privilege.” “Sir, I am sorry.” “Strip to your jockstrap. Let’s see how you are looking.” “Strip? But the door is…” “Open, yes I’m aware of that. But the guys who’ve been standing there listening to your story don’t care if you strip, do you guys?” I started to turn but Sir stopped me, “Eyes on me Joey.” I took off all of my clothes except the jockstrap, hearing the guys behind me laugh. Sir eyed me and reached behind me and stuck a finger in my ass. “Tight and wet. Good boy.” “Your next lesson begins now Joey. And will prepare you for your next adventure. Get on the bed, next to me, on your knees.” I did as I was told. Sir then verbally and physically manipulated me until I was in the position he wanted. Face down in a pillow, back arched and ass up in the air. I heard a voice from the doorway, “Damn I’d love a piece of that.” Sir said, “That’s what he is here for. But it’ll cost you.” The voice said, “I don’t have enough.” Sir responded, “He’s on discount right now. $1 a fuck.” I groaned, realizing what Sir thought of me. “Shut the fuck up Joey. You made over three grand last night. You can make yourself affordable to these nice young men. You boys interested or not?” I saw a dollar drop in front of the pillow and felt a cock at my ass. For what seemed like hours, I felt multiple guys fuck me and an incessant burning in my ass as loads were dumped in me. Sir made me turn and look at him and I saw my phone in his hand, recording my ass being bred over and over. “Tell the men watching this who you are.” “My name is Joey Collins.” “Now tell them what you are.” “I’m a… I’m a cumdump. I take any load, any where, any time.” As I said that, another guy unloaded in me and I moaned from the burning in my ass. After the string of guys ended, I heard Sir say, “Get up and close the door.” I walked to the door, cum dripping down my leg, and closed the door. I walked back to Sir and kneeled at his feet. “Give me your pill bag boy.” I reached to the bag which had fallen on the floor and handed it to him. He took the bottles out and looked at them. “So these help prevent you from getting infected? You want to reject my gift to you and the gifts from Him, and Marquise and Brother Robert? And however many other tainted loads you’ve taken?” I looked at him and nodded. “I don’t want to get sick Sir. I don’t want to get AIDS.” He smiled at me. “The thing is Joey, you’ve been committed to this. My Sir has already selected you as his next offering to Our Lord Lucifer. So you are going to take these pills, and one by one, you are going to crush them, just as your hopes of not getting infected will be crushed.” He handed me the bottles and sat and watched. He recorded me as I poured the pills out onto a book. He recorded me, making me apologize to each of the known men who’ve given me toxic loads for rejecting their gifts. When I finished, he made me refill the bottles with the crushed life saving pills. “Now boy, put those on your desk where you will see them every morning and night.”

I couldn't agree more!! Very hot story with perfect progression from safe to sometimes safe...then all bareback...then taking poz loads...to the grand finale. Getting fucked and bred by cock after cock...to the poz intern fucking, breeding you multiple times. Amazing! I can only hope that I will be doing the same thing!!

Part 8 I walked out into the quad, my first time outdoors in over three hours. I felt a trickle of cum slide out of my ass and the disgust of what I had just done really hit me. Every other fuck, and every other load of cum dumped in me was forced. This time, I was not forced, I stripped for another man, I gave him my ass and let him fuck me. I heard laughter, but there was no one laughing. I felt my stomach rumble and realized I hadn’t eaten anything in a day and headed to the nearby snack shack to get food. I saw people staring, people pointing and people checking me out. I grabbed my food and found a quiet table. I sat there and stared at my food, hearing words in my head about being pozzed and taking AIDS loads. I lost my appetite as the fear of getting sick and dying became all I could focus on. I heard my father’s voice saying, “Queer’s deserve to get AIDS and die horribly.” I took out my phone and google’d HIV infection. I learned that there was a medication that could be taken to prevent getting infected. I also learned about PrEP and how to get it. I thought maybe I could get it at the health center so I ate my lunch and walked over. I got to the clinic and checked in. A nurse called me back in and took my vitals. She asked what I was here for and I told her. I could see the disgust in her eyes as she shamed me with her look. I heard her mumble, “You need to pray.” I waited in the room for the doctor. I heard a knock and the door opened. The doctor walked in and he looked to be in his early 40s. He sat down across from me and looked at a clipboard. “Hi Joey, I hear your looking to get some medication?” I said, “Yeah, I need to get medication to…” I couldn’t finish the sentence and broke down in tears again. How the hell did I have so many tears in me? The doctor sat with me and said, “You want to prevent getting HIV? Is there a particular reason you think you need this medicine? Have you done something that would make you think you’ve been exposed?” I nodded and cried more. “Tell me what you did Joey. Tell me why you want this.” He stared at me and I told him what happened, about the night at the rest stop, the bathroom and the incident with my professor. When I finished, I could see a look of awe, lust, and disgust on the doctor’s face. He moved his clipboard and I saw a huge bulge in his pants. I dropped to my knees and crawled over to his legs and reached to his bulge. I tried to fight it and could not. The doctor put the clipboard down and just watched me. He slapped me across the face and told me, “What do you think you’re doing Joey? This is highly inappropriate.” I sat at his feet, the pain from the slap still burning. I looked up at him, not moving. “You’ve taken how many loads?” “91 in the ass and one in the mouth.” “In less then a day.” “I can give you the prescriptions. But, I think you’re going to earn it aren’t you?” I looked at him and nodded. He stood up, and grabbed me by the hair. He pulled me over to the exam table and told me to take off my pants. I did as was told and before I could do anything further, he pushed me down on to the table, and put my ankles in stirrups. He looked down at me and slapped me hard across the face again. “You’re going to lay there and not say a word. I’ll be right back. If I hear a sound, you’re going to regret.” I nodded my head as he turned and walked out of the room. The door was left open after he walked out. I could see people walking by the door, and caught a couple of people looking in at me. One guy, an older guy who looked like he was a custodian, stopped and stared at me. I saw him look both ways to the side, and he slipped in the room and shut the door behind him. I started to say something and he put a finger to his lips. He walked up and took his cock out of his pants. It was already hard and had a ring at the end. He lifted his shirt up and I saw a tattoo of a bio-hazard symbol. He smiled and again placed a finger to his lips. “This hurt, you stay quiet or make trouble.” I pleaded with him, silently. He smiled more and I could see teeth missing and sores on his tongue. “Shh, baby. Papa going to make you hurt.” He put his dick to my hole and shoved in. The pain was excruciating and I struggled to remain silent. I failed and squealed loudly. The old man smiled and punched me hard in the guts until I quieted down. He ripped my ass apart, pulling all the way out and slamming back in. I closed my eyes, trying to imagine being somewhere else. I didn’t hear the door open or close again, but I was brought back to reality when I heard the doctor’s voice say, “Open your eyes Joey.” I did and saw him watching me. “This is why you’re here, because you can’t keep your legs shut and let any man fuck you. Hector here, he’s a regular patient of mine. He’s infected half the campus with one bug or another over the years. Right now, he’s got every thing. Syphilis, gono, herpes, and AIDS. You didn’t even stop to ask him to put a condom on did you? Just let him shove his filthy dick in you. Did you even ask him if he was clean?” I looked at the doctor and shook my head. Hector sped up and looked at the doc and said, “I finish?” The doctor nodded, “Yes Hector, finish in him.” I pleaded with them, “Please don’t do this to me.” Doc simply slapped me in the balls and said, “Shut up Joey. You’re a whore, you want this.” Hector grunted and I felt the burning as he dumped his cum in me. Hector finished shooting and pulled out. He looked down and grinned, “You bleed like bitch.” I looked at his cock and saw streaks of my blood on him. He smiled and said, “Thank Dr. D.” he put his dick, blood and all, back in his pants, zipped up and walked out. The doctor stepped between my legs and told me, “Close your eyes, Joey. You don’t want to see what is coming.” I closed my eyes and as soon as I did, a memory tore my mind apart. I saw a face, but not a human face. It was red, scarred, and horns rose from out his forehead. He grinned and his teeth were fanged. I tried to scream but no sound came out. A voice came to my ears, “You have done me proud Joey. You have taken almost 100 loads in your hole. Some neg, but they can’t all be winners. Are you learning to enjoy being a whore? I’ve watched you. You’ve brought a new boy in to the fold. And you even willingly used your cunt to get ahead.” I shook my head. A low chuckle, “Oh Joey, you’re going to fight until the bitter end aren’t you? Resist you’re true nature as a son of my seed.” I just stared ahead at the face, the demon. He continued, “You haven’t put all the pieces together yet have you. Who you are, why you were chosen for this? I will tell you one thing, although when you wake up from this, you may decide to forget it. Your end is coming soon; I won’t tell you when exactly. But know that it will be an epic ending to your journey. Until then my son, open your eyes and see the next step on your journey.” My eyes snapped open, just in time to see a huge cock at my ass. I opened my mouth to scream, but the doctor’s hand slammed over my mouth and his wrapped around my throat. “You had to open your eyes? Why boy, why did you have to look?” The head of the cock, the monstrous thing extending from the crotch of the Dr., began to stretch my hole open. “Open that little pussy for me Joey. Let me push Hector’s disease further into you.” I tried to squeeze my hole tight, which only caused the Dr. to become angry. “Oh Joey, I really wish you hadn’t done that.” He pulled his cock out and I felt him slather a cold gel on my cunt. The gel soon turned warm, then hot. My eyes snapped open completely at the fire on my hole. “That should just about relax you. Don’t fight me this time boy. It’s only going to get worse for you.” He again pushed into me, this time I tried to squeeze but I couldn’t move. I felt my hole stretch, then stretch even more. “If it helps you to relax, I’m only 7” long, shorter then Hector,” he said with a wicked grin. I remembered the feelings of Marquise at the rest stop and Sir #2 in the bathroom. They were both smaller then this. The closest I could compare was Marquise and Coach double dicking me. This was still bigger. “Oh, Joey. I don’t think you’re hole is going to be usable after I’m done. It’s going to be destroyed. You ready?” I tried shaking my head, but he held me firm. “1…” I shut my eyes “2…” “God, please help me. I am sorry for my sins.” Laughter, and the face appeared again. “You call out for him? He’s not taking your call right now. I hear you though Joey. You’ll survive this and your hole will too. Don’t worry, your hole will be fine.” “3…,” I opened my eyes as he slammed, full force, into my cunt. “Oh Joey, I haven’t felt a cunt around my cock in years. Everyone sees it and then refuses to let me near their cunt or their ass. I’ve paid hookers and they give me back the money.” He pulled out a couple inches then pushed back in. “I need a picture of this. You’re not going to scream if I move my hands are you?” I shook my head. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He started taking pictures of my cunt wrapped around his cock. He recorded video of him pulling out and sliding back in. “God that’s beautiful. Want to see what your ass looks like wrapped around me?” I shook my head, and then nodded. He turned the phone around I could see it. My cunt looked like it was spread 8-9 inches wide. I could see drops of white and red on the cracked ring. He continued to fuck and then said, “I’m going to shoot in you now.” And I felt again, the burning of my colon by a load of cum. It took almost two full minutes for him to slowly remove his dick, telling me he did not want to cause me any permanent damage, even though he thought my hole would stay distended. He snapped a last picture of my hole gaping then gasped, “What the…” He quickly fumbled with his camera, switching to video to record my hole tightening back up. “How the hell are you doing that Joey?” “It’s my… gift. From the ma… from Him.” The doctor looked at me as if I was insane. “Get up, the nurses are due back any minute.” He helped me out of the stirrups and my legs collapsed downward as if stone. I watched the doctor shove is soft cock, larger than many hard cocks, back in his pants. He threw my pants at me, “Hurry up.” I dressed and he handed me a brown bag. “The directions are in there for both the meds. Good luck with it Joey.” I started walking out, stopped at the door and I don’t know what came over me. I turned to him and said, “Thank you Sir.”

Go for it if you get the chance. Many years ago when I was 20 something I went "piss diving" with a bud in a trough urinal at a club in Detroit (sadly it has been closed for many years now). On a routine trip to the bathroom he dared me to climb into the piss filled trough knowing that I have a huge watersports and wet jeans fetish. I kicked off my shoes and stood barefoot in the trough wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Just when I was going to get out, a hot leather daddy started pissing on me. I dropped to my knees in the trough and started drinking straight from the tap. The next 5 minutes or so were the best watersports action of my life -- I laid on my back in the trough and got pissed on, drank piss, and sucked cock until I was totally drenched in piss. I got out of the trough and thought the fun was over but leather daddy had other ideas -- he wanted to fuck me so we went into a stall. I stood bent over the toilet still dripping piss while he fucked his load up my ass. It was an amazing night. Check out this youtube video of someone enjoing a good piss dive of their own:

This is the only place I've encountered numbness/pins and needles as a side effect. In instances where a drug has caused a problem that has an effect (real life example: the old dose of ritonavir caused diabetes after a long enough time and peripheral neuropathy can be a complication of diabetes), you can ascribe pretty much any effect to any drug. My regime when taking a new drug is to scan the side effects but of the leaflet briefly, concentrating on the extreme stuff just in case. Then I take the drug for a month without going over any of the leaflet again. After a month I go back to the leaflet and realise that none of those effects have happened without explanation (such as diarrhoea after eating a lot of beef: a personal oddity) and carry on for months two and three. Then, when it's more a question of intellectual curiosity do I go to the leaflet and read it all (and almost always pick up another three month's worth. One of the problems with starting PrEP is that you're in good health. You're not used to taking pills and expects to be the 1 in 1000. Sorry, but even common side effects (minor irritations) only happen to 1in10 people. Take the pills, get laid and have fun!

Payton’s Second Job Being new in town and desperate to make new friends was the right (or wrong) combination that has brought Payton to this point in his life. Payton graduated from college 2 years ago with a teaching degree and ended up having to take a job across the country. He packed up in a U-haul and headed the 2000 miles from the Midwest to Arizona. Payton’s new employer assisted him in finding a place to live, but the pay was not that great. With little money to go and do things Payton often found himself sitting at home jerking off to porn. He was lonely and starved for friends since he had left all of his friends back home. That’s when Payton met James and his crew (there was James who seemed to be the leader of the group, Rick, Bruce and Michael). They were around his age, 24, athletic and seemed to come right out of an Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue. They all lived together and worked in a company owned by James and they all seemed so cool and the kind of guys Payton love to hang around. Although Payton had decent job, he was always short on cash when the group went out. One day James asked him if he’d be interested in making some extra cash. Payton really like these guys and was interested in making some money on the side. James looked at his buds and they all knew that Payton would fit in well with their business. They told Payton that it was a modeling job and it would take all weekend. He was told that he could make anywhere from $5000 to $15000. Payton asked if he had to do anything illegal to that James replied that he didn’t have to do anything he didn’t want to do, but that what he gets paid depends on what he is willing to do. Payton agreed and he was told to be at the house Friday night after he got off work. Friday night came and Payton arrived at the house. Once inside he was told to signs some release forms regarding the job. Payton asked what the forms were for and he was told that they were just standard forms since the company’s information and activity was proprietary. Payton signed the forms without reading them. James then had Payton taken to the bathroom to prep for the job. He was then told to strip down so that James could see his body before he would have him change into the clothes hanging in bathroom. He complied without a second thought and as James looked him over, seeing how smooth he was with the exception of his bush around his cock. He was told to use the clippers and a razor to trim down the hair so it wouldn’t show around a Speedo, then to shower up before he got dressed. Payton complied and soon he was wearing a skimpy Andrew Christian swim suit and a tank top. He came out to the living room where he saw lights and a couple video and still cameras. James then directed him over to Rick and Michael who were dressed similar. Payton was given a bottle of water and told to keep hydrated throughout the shoot. He quickly opened the bottle and downed it in a few minutes as they were finishing the prep for the shoot. James gave little direction to Payton only telling him to just go with what Rick and Michael do and not to stop for any reason. By this time James was feeling a little light headed and noticed that his dick was getting hard. He was afraid that it would pop out of the skimpy swim wear. Rick and Michael were standing on either side of Payton when James yelled action. Before he knew what was happening Rick and Michael were rubbing their hands all over his body as he continued to feel strange. Payton was lost is the moment and before he knew it he was kissing Rick and Michael was licking his way down to Payton’s growing cock. Payton was caught off guard and quickly came to reality when he broke off the kiss and yelled wait. James yelled cut and asked what the problem was? Payton asked what the fuck is going on. James told him that they were making a gay porn video. Payton pronounced that he wasn’t gay. James told him that he signed the contract acknowledging his sexuality and commitment to do this video and if he didn’t want a copy ending up at his work place he’d shut up and get back to work. Payton was defeated. He knew that if any of this got back to the school he would be fired immediately, but he was having a difficult time getting into the action. James made a suggestion that he could give Payton a little more to ease his nervousness. Payton questioned more? James admitted that the water he drank was spiked with GHB and Viagra to get him in the mood. Payton was a little shocked nut it all made sense why he was feeling the way he was. And know he had to get into what he was doing with these two guys. He knew he had no choice since he pretty much signed himself away. James knew he had him. He had planned this all along to get this pretty boy into the business. They told Payton that it would be a two step process. First step was to insure that he would have and maintain an erection. For this they used a drug that was injected directly into his cock. Payton felt the sting of the needle by shortly after had the strongest erection of his life. The second step was giving him a couple pills and another injection what would relax him and get him nice and horny. Payton took the pills with some more G laced water then watched as Bruce placed a tourniquet on his left bicep, took a needle and stuck it in his arm then pushed the plunger down. After the tourniquet was removed he felt very warm and coughed really hard. James yelled yelled for them to get back to work and soon Michael had Payton’s cock in his mouth and Rick and he were deeply kissing. Payton was lost in the feelings of the drugs as the two worked him over. Before he knew it he was sucking Michael’s massive rod. At the moment Payton became a cock sucker Rick was licking and fingering Payton’s virgin hole. At first Payton was enjoying the action his ass was receiving, but then it began to burn a little and he felt his heart begin to race faster and heard a ringing in his ears. Payton then began to feel a strange sensation in his ass. It was an empty feeling that needed to be filled. His drug hazed mind knew what was happening but his body could not stop it from continuing. James took a moment and asked Payton how much money did he want to earn for this shoot, $5000 or $15000? Payton still had Rick’s tongue buried deep in his hole as he attempted to decide. He thought if he was going to do this he wanted to get as much cash as he could get. His response was simple, $15000. James got a big grin on his face and said raw. As Payton attempted to suck Michael’s dick, Rick stood up behind the kneeling newbie and began to work his own hard tool into the formerly straight boy’s virgin hole. Michael was sure to hold onto Payton’s head as Rick entered him. Payton could only moan around Michael’s cock as he was getting fucked for the first time. Between the drugs and the cock in his ass Payton was feeling really good. He began to enjoy it especially thinking about the money he was going to make for this shoot. Rick pumped his dick in and out of Payton’s hole and after a few minutes he pulled out as Michael pulled his cock out of the new porn star’s mouth. They repositioned Payton and now Michael was fucking and Rick was getting sucked. This went on for a good 30 minutes. Rick was the first to shoot his load and as Payton worked Michael’s cock Rick pounded away and then with little warning he grunted out Fuck, I’m cumming, as he shot his load deep inside Payton’s bowels. Then Michael slammed in and deposited his load and shot it deep inside Payton. Payton was left on all fours, still horny as fuck with a raging hard cock that needed relief. He was about to stroke himself off when James stopped him and told him he’d get that chance when they were all done shooting his debut porn, “Knocking up the Teacher”. The rest of the weekend Payton spent getting fucked in all positions, on a pool table, in a Jacuzzi and even in a sling. All in all he took a dozen loads from 4 different guys and even got double fucked in the final scene. Payton became one of the production company’s biggest stars. Inevitably Payton became poz from all the bareback porn he was doing and gave up teaching to do gay porn full time.

I'd like to share MY LOVE of black cocks..... I thought I was versatile. I wasn't exceptionally well endowed but I wasn't tiny like some Asian or white boys are especially when they partied. So far I have only dated guys who had quite large cocks and were strictly tops so I got fucked by them however after my break up with my ex, I hooked up with a white bottom and enjoyed fucking him and decided to try fucking more guys. John was in his mid 30's and he was very handsome with blonde hair and blue eyes. After our first hook up, we met up few more times and fucked since we lived only few blocks from each other. One snowy winter night, he called me around midnight and asked me to come over. When I got there, he was already naked and he was smoking from a glass pipe blowing out thickest white smoke I've seen. "Wanna try?" He held it out to me and fed it to my lips as I inhaled. "Take it as much as you can and as deep as you can." My lungs were healthy from swimming and running tracks in high school and it took several minutes til I got smoke filled inside. As I exhaled the thick white smoke, I felt my body tingle with lust and my cock harder than ever before. John was impressed with my smoking and begged me to fuck him while he took another hit from the pipe. Although we only fucked with condoms on so far, for some reason, I felt the urge to shove my raw hard cock into him really hard so I did. John almost dropped the pipe but didn't complain as I fucked him hard for few minutes. He held the pipe to my lips again and I took a hit as I continued to fuck him. We passed it back and forth few more times and I fucked him hard for a long time. John started to beg me to fuck him harder and this kept on driving me wilder. I finally was nearing my orgasm and John asked me to fiill him up sensing my nearing orgasm. I shot my loads in him but my cock stayed semi hard inside of him for few more minutes. John asked me if I liked raw fucking and I told him I did. He also asked me if I was into group sex and I told him I liked the idea but haven't been in one. We decided to go to one nearby and took few more hits from the pipe before getting dressed to go over. It was in the same building as John's but on the top floor. The host was a really cute young white boy who answered the door only with a bathrobe on. There were few hot young men in the apartment already. After we entered the room and the door closed behind us, they started to get naked and I was impressed how big their cocks were. I felt my older urge as a bottom merging into me but it was interrupted when I felt a finger at my hole trying to enter. It was the young white boy who was trying to push his finger into me while John had few fingers in the boy's hole. "I am sorry. I don't bottom. Not with the smoke. I feel weird." "You must relax. If you clean it, it will help you to relax. Do you want me to help?" I was attracted to this sexy young white boy so I agreed to his help. As we walked away from the group, John got on the floor and started to entertain the other guys rather hungrily. The bathroom was huge and the tub was already filled with hot water. He took my hand and led me into the tub and sat me down while he stood in the middle and inserted a metal hose into his hole. He grabbed his ankle when he turned the faucet letting the water fill him up till he was too full and pulled the tube out. He stood still for few minutes before he rushed to the toilet and let it out. He was mostly clean and he told me he's already cleaned himself so he's clean. He did it few more times for me to see him before he told me to try it myself. As I stood in the middle holding my ankles, he inserted the tip of a turkey baster instead of the hose. He told me to stay still as he pushed some liquid into me that started to burn inside of me. He told me it will help me with the whole process and few minutes later the burning stopped. He pulled out the empby plastic cylinder and pushed in the metal hose filling me with warm water and made my belly burge out. I held still for few minutes and rushed to the toilet to let it out following the white boy's instruction. At first, I had some dirty stuff but after couple of times it was coming out all clean water however I didn't stop since it started to feel so amazing to be filled with warm water. My young friend must have sensed my enjoyment as he started to pump the hose in and out of me instead of just leaving it in there to fill me up. Then he replaced the hose with fingers and started to pump in and out of me really fast making my body rock as well. It felt so amazing to be fingered like this as I started to moan and rock back to his fingers. Then all of sudden, I heard the white boy's moaning from some distance away from me. I turned my head and the white boy was bent over by the toilet with a huge black cock impaling his tight hole. The sight of them turned me on so much. I could also see myself holding my ankles in the middle of the tub with a hot muscular black man standing behind me with his fingers deep fucking me. I was a bit surprised but I loved the fingers in me so much that I continued hold my ankles for him to fuck me more. He poured some cool gel at my opening and used his fingers to push it into me deeper. The gel was cool but something else burned insdie of me as well. He continued pumping his fingers into me for a while before he stopped and pulled out. He gently placed me on my knees over the edge of the tub looking directly at the white boy who was now on the floor not too far from me with one black cock in his ass and another in his mouth. Both of them were balls deep in him and they all held still in front of me. As I watched them, I saw the huge balls of the guys moving up and down and the young white boy's belly bulging out. Both cocks pulled out of the white boy a little more and I saw yellow liquid flowing out around the cock shaft from both of white boy's holes. And I smelled strong piss. The white boy's face looked so angelic and happy as his adams apple bobbed up and down as he drank up the piss while the other guy piss fucked him. I felt my own hole desiring the same thing as the white boy when I felt a huge hard cock head kissing the gaping hole. I felt my hole spasming around the cock head... "Your hole is kissing my cock head." The black boy told me as he pushed it into me. I couldn't move away from him since the tub was holding me up but my whole body shook with the pain as he continued to fuck into me. I bit my own lips to stop myself from screaming. For some reason, I didn't think of stopping him from fucking me even tough I felt the huge pain. Relax.. Relax..... somewhere the voice was heard. I tried to relax my hole but didn't know how to at first. Finally when I got the hang of it, the pain was gone. I started to fuck back into him sometime ago. He lifted my whole body with his cock still deep inside of me and the young white boy was carried by one of the young black man as well. They carried us to the livingroom to join John and more black/latin booys/men with hunge cocks. John was taking two cocks in his ass while he tried his best to suck another. Soon the young white boy was doing the same thing as John. I was happy to have one cock inside of me for now. I felt the young black strangers cock grow bigger and get deeper into me for a while before he started to fill me up with his hot seeds. That's how I was initiated into black breeding with T.

Fucking, bloody hell! Your stories are so FUCKING HOT! My cock is hard and leaking wishing my ass was in your place. Keep the stories cumming. You make me so HOT!

Uncle Jim Nick wouldn't hear any of what his parents were telling him. He had been pondering this moment ever sine he admitted to himself at the age of 10 that he was gay. He went to his room, packed his things, went to his parents and told then he was gay and walked out the door. He drove his car over to Alex's house, knocked on the door. Uncle Jim answered the door seeing Nick standing there with what looked like his life's belongings. Alex was smoking a joint to help himself settle down from the partying they had dune for two days. Nick wanted stone of what Alex was smoking as they passed the joint around Tim they were stoned enough for bed. Alex invited Nick to share his bed with him as the two drifted off to sleep. While the two teens slept Uncle Jim got on his laptop. He sent an email to his party pals letting them know that he now has two HIV poz sons. They all knew he wanted to give his nephew his DNA, but they didn't know about his nephew's friend. His friend were hard core partiers that couldn't wait to meet the newbies. They ranged in age from 22 to 50 and they were ask I decent shape. What really got Uncle Jim's cock twitching was that the 22 year old had an 18 year-old brother who wanted to join in on the fun. What the 18 year-old didn't knew was the actual type of party he wanted to attend and that he (along with Alex and Nick) were to be the 'guest(s) of honor'. Uncle Jim knew he wouldn't have to convince Alex and Nick to participate, the trick was getting the very straight 18 year-old slammed up, fucked and pozzed just like his older brother. When the boys woke up Uncle Jim informed them of the party that would be held at a friend's house. When Uncle Jim told them about their friend's straight younger brother and the plan to drug him and fuck him full of cum, poz cum. That's when Nick realized that he was probably pozzed the other night. Alex rubbed Nick's back, kissed him on his cheek and placed a hand on his crotch. This brought a slight simulation to Nick's cock which began to get hard. As Alex began to suck Nick's cock. He wanted hard enough to ride as they talked about what both of then had gone through the past couple weeks and how they could pass their bug on to unsuspecting guys. Nick plowed Alex's hole filling it with what was probably still neg jizz that they knew would be poz in due time. The poz talk as they fucked turned both boys on while Uncle Jim watched knowing he had created a couple of prime gifters. I the few days before the party Uncle Jim came up with a plan, he figured he could have Alex and Nick play dumb and innocent like the straight boy. The straight boy's older brother was going to drug him and he figured his two boys could play along and once all three of them were in slings and the newbie was waking up they'd get slammed up (again since Uncle Jim wanted Alex and Nick really fucked up without their knowledge). When Friday night came the three of them arrived at their friend's place for the party. The only people visibly there was three host, the older brother, Ray, and his younger brother, Fred. Alex and Nick played it up with Fred (or Freddie as he liked to be called). Freddie's brother got him to the party by telling him that there were going to be some 'easy pussy' at the party to fuck, what he didn't tell him is that he was one of the 'easy pussies' for fucking. Alex and Nick played along telling Freddie they couldn't wait to score. When Freddie began to get 'woozy' the boys played along. When he was out the two were told to carry them down to the basement where most of the guests were waiting. After they stripped Freddie and placed him in one of the slings they quickly stripped and climbed into the other two slings. As they laid there and had their arms and legs restrained do that they couldn't get out even if they wanted to climb out. This would match what was being done with Freddie that way he'd think that all three of them were set up with Alex and Nick loving the attention and (hopefully) cumming Freddie down, although ate his slam he'd have no will to fight. Uncle Jim knew it would be a good half hour (or longer) before Freddie would be awake to be slam. He pulled out a couple decent size slams to get the boys started. Alex and Nick were eager to get going as tourniquets were fixed on both boys arms, their arms swabbed with alcohol, followed by the point. Both boys coughed out as the drug took control. The friend began to take turns teasing the boys as they each begged to be fucked as they waited for Freddie to come around. As he stated to stir the attention Alex and Nick were getting stopped as they prepared Freddie for the first slam of his 18 year-old life, as well as preparing Alex and Nick for their next set of (stronger) slams. Uncle Jim reminded the boys to be a little vocal of their objections or they'd get slammed and left in the slings without any attention. Alex and Nick thought they were getting weak slams as they fixed the tourniquets, swabbed each arm as Freddie was asking his brother 'WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON RAY, LET ME OUT IF THIS THING!' Alex and Nick gave their own protests as they all were getting points stuck in a vein. The slams were administered, Freddie was specially fixed by his brother who made sure to mix in an ample amount of his poz blood and as the tourniquets were removed all three coughed out hard. Alex and Nick were (pleasantly) surprised when they were totally fucked up (and then fucked). After Freddie caught his breath he began to moan and was heard saying 'OH FUCK'. Uncle Jim leaned close to Alex and asked how he liked his second slam of the night? Alex could barely make out what he was being asked as there was a ringing I his ears and wasn't sure who was asking since he couldn't focus his eyes. He just simply replied to keep them coming. When Nick was asked the same question from Uncle Jim he simply mumbled, 'Fuck yeah.' Over the night the the boys were fucked (and seeded) by each guy at the party. Ray was the first one who fucked his younger brother. It was apparent by the moans escaping from Freddie's mouth that he was enjoying the attention his ass was getting. It was self evident by Uncle Jim that Freddie needed to be taught how to suck some cock as he stroked up to Freddie's head and rubbed the tip of his cock over Freddie's lips. His older brother Ray whispered in his ear to open his mouth and suck the cock he was drooling over. As the sun came up the three teens needed a break and to stretch their legs. All three were helped out of the slings and into a refreshing shower. After a specialized protein/carbohydrate drink to refresh and energize them they were taken bake to the basement where the slings were replaced with mattresses and each was given another slam.

Tanner was moaning as he sat, impaled on Jake's still rock hard cock, riding it and tweaking his own nipples, lost in the feeling of being fucked like a boyfriend. His ring was red raw but, everytime he ground down, a small deposit of cum would leak out around the edges, massaged into the battered edges of his hole. "Fuck...Jake..." He kept saying as I passed Jake a repacked pipe. "Shotgun" I ordered. Jake grinned as he started to meet Tanner's thrusts. "Hold still Tanner" he said "let me just pulse a bit in your hole" Tanner looked fucking gorgeous, prone on Jake's cock as Jake began lighting up the bowl. Tanned was a still mass of rippling muscle, glistening with sweat and dripping with cum. I walked up to them as Jake grabbed Tanner, pulled him to his tina full mouth and exhaled a thick cloud of corruption into our prize, pushing his tongue into his mouth at the same time. The cloud fizzled and dissolved around them, I leant down to where Jake's cock vanished up Tanner and, as I heard them light up again gently licked around Tanner's perfectly stretched hole. It tasted like Jake, a taste I could still remember, and salty sweet jock sweat with a hint of musk. Fucking wonderful. I heard Tanner moan as my tongue massaged the tiny crevices of his outer ring. I felt Jake's cock swell and a little more cum leak out and straight onto my tongue. "Again boys" I said. I wanted Tanner more fucked up, more cock hungry...he'd thank me for that later. As they happily hit the pipe again, I shoved my tongue up alongside Jake's shaft, swirling as best I could into Tanner's hole, tasting our hot like fuck toy and his spunk soaked cunt. Tanned groaned thickly into another deep kiss "Poppers" I commanded, I heard the bottle unscrew, stood up, grabbed my thick shaft and poised it at the entrance to Tanner's chute. They each took three big hits. I counted to three, watched Tanner's whole tan body relax and pushed into him. He grabbed at Jake's pecs as I forced my head into his sphincter. His hole was still wonderfully tight and I literally popped in...but, as soon as my head vanished, Tanner's ass sucked my entire 10 inches into him till I was hilt deep again. "Yesssssss" Tanner screamed "Fuck me, please!" Jake winked at me from over Tanner's shoulder, big black eyes, fucking gorgeous face. He pulled Tanned back down meeting him in a rough kiss, exposing his hole for a real double fucking. He was made to take cock, a hole that tight, that soft and warm was built to get pregnant. I grabbed my phone, hit record on the video function and started deep shafting the little jock. Thrusting him violently into the back of the chair as I reamed his gaping little pussy. I felt Tanner reach behind me as I continued my onslaught, he grabbed my ass cheeks to steady himself on the two dicks fucking him. "Uh....Uh....Uh" he groaned religiously as a river of cum ran out of his hole, coating our crotches. "Oh...my....fucking...Christ" Tanner bellowed, his heavy ball sack churning for release against the clamp, keeping his precious neg boy cum where it belonged, in his tight, taught little body. Jake grabbed the boy's ass, pulled the cheeks wide as I made sure to film the hard-core dicking up close. "Take a few photos from your angle" I said to Jake who eagerly snapped a few pics, directing Tanner to flex even as we ruined his no longer virgin hole. Jake put the camera phone down, grunted as Tanner squeezed that velvet chute of his and cried, almost in pain "I'm cumming!!!!" I felt Jake tense up, felt the blood surge into his penis as it convulsed another hot load into Tanner's shuddering ass walls. I felt the hot cum soak Tanner's cunt, lube my penetration of his little jock butt as I forced it into his insides, massaging it into him as I upped my tempo. Jake kept his still hard dick up the boy as I felt my load boiling in my balls. A few well placed, piercing shoves and I began to leak. I felt my cock expand, the veins pulse. "Here...it...comes..boy" I yelled "Another hot load for you" I fucked him deep, felt his rippling muscle tighten against my assault, gripped his shoulders, shoved deep and unloaded a fuck load of my potent spunk into the boy. "I can feel it....feel both of you...." He tensed up, as my dick hit his prostate. "Ugh...Ugh...Ugh...." He cried, orgasming without cumming again. "You perfect fucking boy" I sighed. "No cumming, remember" "I...Ugh...remember daddy" he said, coming off his anti orgasm. I pulled out of his gaping hole, laid next to Jake as Tanner climbed off his dick. "Hungry boy" I ordered Tanner looked confused till I gently pulled his neck to my cum soaked crotch and held him there till he tentatively flicked out his tongue tasting the seed that now owned him. "Mmmm...it's...still warm" he cooed, licking along my gym soaked shaft. "Me next" Jake said, helping feed the boy some left over cum from my crotch...sighing as the boy sucked on his fingers like the jizz hungry whore we'd turned him into. Now to send Bruno some pics and vids...

Chapter III. I excused myself to take a piss, knowing that Adam’s POZ cock was about to get much closer to my boy’s raw hole. I made my way to the door and looked back. Of course my boy’s head was turned to Adam, staring at his cockhead peeking out of his jeans. He never saw me open and close the door, then hide behind a stack of boxes. Within seconds, my boy spun around and dove onto that POZ cock. He tugged at Adam’s jeans, popping buttons all the way down, and freeing that big beautiful uncut dick. Adam’s cock was so long that it reach up to his navel before his jeans were unbuttoned, and now stuck out at least 10” from his body. My boy swallowed every inch down to the root. Adam still had has camera in hand and was clicking away. "Better pull off that thing," he smirked, adding "Spin back around so your man doesn’t see you in this position, at least not unless he wants to." He looked up and over towards the stack of boxes. I suspected he knew I was still in the room! I reached for the door and opened it just as my boy swung back around. Adam’s cock was still hanging out, dangling right over my boy’s hole. I approached slowly, transfixed, as I watched a pearl of precum slowly leak out of Adam’s POZ cock and drip ever-so-slowly down and land right on my boy’s asshole. I knelt in front of my boy as he slurped my dick down to the root. I leaned forward and spread my boy’s cheeks. Adam snapped away as I worked that pearl of POZ precum into my boy’s ass. I fingered his ass as my boy moaned on my dick. Adam’s oozing cock was inches away from my boy’s ass as I kneaded his cheeks and worked my fingers in and out, getting him prime, loose and ready to take this stud’s raw POZ cock. I was on the verge of blowing my load down my boy’s throat as I reached out and wrapped my hand around Adam’s manhood. Every moment was captured by the camera as I guided that raw toxic cock into my boy’s hole. Adam thrust slowly forward as his foreskin pulled back. Every inch disappearing into my boy’s ass was rewarded with moans of pleasure from the three of us, and clicks of the camera. My boy gagged on my dick and pulled off to catch his breath. He smiled up at me, ‘I’m finally doing it. Taking POZ cock raw!’ I smiled and nodded to him. Adam began rocking back and forth driving his cock deeper and deeper into my boy with each thrust. He pulled away from the camera and handed it to me, nodding as he did so. I couldn’t believe that I was allowing this to happen, encouraging it even. I took the camera and started shooting. I moved around the sofa as Adam began pile-driving my boy’s ass. Adam’s pace quickened as his breath got more shallow. I knew he was close, and I leaned in as he bottomed out inside my boy, firing off, shooting his toxic load deep into my boy’s gut. I could see his balls clenching again and again, breeding my boy. Adam slowly pulled out, leaving my boy’s ass wide open. I could see white globs of POZ cum start to ooze out. Adam smeared the seed onto his hand and then onto my dick, leading me forward. He took the camera and began shooting as I entered my boy’s slack cummy silky hole. I knew I was working that POZ seed deeper into my boy’s hole, and that sent me over the edge in mere moments. It felt like I came a gallon, relishing the feeling of Adam’s POZ cum slipping over my raw cock, flowing deeper and deeper into my boy’s ass. I caught my breath as I realized that the camera had stopped clicking and the sound had been replaced by clapping. My boy and I heaved as Danny and Sam approached, both naked and hard. Adam patted us both on the back as he leaned forward to kiss Danny and Sam. "You boys finished, or do you want to keep this party going?" My boy grinned and smiled at me as he said, ‘I knew their plan would work!’ Only then did I realize that they had planned the whole thing. Danny started to arrange me on my knees beside my boy, both of us leaning on the back of the sofa with our asses prone. Sam slid up behind me as Danny eased up behind my boy. ‘You fuckers ready to take some more POZ cock!?!’ My boy leaned over and kissed me hard as Danny and Sam fingered our holes. When we pulled apart, we both answered with a breathless ‘Fuck yeah!’

Chapter II. Adam proposed that the five of us go back to his studio and get some photos taken. Danny and Sam were all up for it, especially since it seemed likely that they’d get to play with Adam. Three POZ cocks and the two of us seemed risky, but I knew and trusted Danny and Sam. After all, they could have stealthed us the last time we had all played together, and they knew Adam; I wondered how well they really knew him, since they didn’t seem to know that he was also POZ. My boy looked at me as if to say, ‘let’s do this now! I’m horny!’ I nodded assent, and we got the check. Adam had had less to drink, so he volunteered to drive Danny’s car. I sat in the front, with my boy tightly sandwiched between Danny and Sam. Of course, the three of them were making out as soon as Adam pulled out of the parking lot. By the time we had reached Adam’s studio, Danny and Sam were taking turns swallowing my boy’s cock. My boy didn’t even bother to pull his pants all the way up as they stumbled into the studio. Adam led us to a velvet couch in the middle of a big room. The four of us sat there as he switched on lights and got his equipment and camera together. ‘You four want to play as a group or as two couples?’ Sam suggested we do both. My boy and I made out as Adam snapped away. The sound of the camera’s shutter clicking was totally turning me on as I helped my boy slip out of his clothes. Danny and Sam stood over by Adam suggesting poses and camera angles. By the time my boy and I were naked, hard, and dripping, Danny and Sam were ready to switch places. My boy and I got off the sofa and the other guys took our place. They made out as they tore each others clothes off. They were 69ing on the cushions when Adam suggested we join in. My boy and I knelt in front of the sofa as Danny guided my mouth to his cock, and Sam guided my boy to his. We blew them for a few minutes and then Danny and Sam went down on us. God, those POZ fuckers both gave great head. Just then, Sam’s phone started ringing. I was shocked when he popped up off my cock and walked across to his pile of clothes and answered. From the look and sound of things, it was a work call. He needed to go help his boss out of a sticky situation at some country club. Danny looked annoyed, but agreed to head over there with him as Sam was still pretty drunk. They got dressed and headed out. I walked them to the car thanking them for a good time, and for agreeing to still play with me and my boy on safer terms. They both gave me a big hug then hopped in the car, planning to come back and pick us up to drive us back to our car as soon as they were finished. When I got back inside, Adam was standing next to the couch, his shirt now untucked, more or less hiding his crotch. I had noticed before that he must have been getting hard as he photographed the four of us fooling around. My boy was grinning as he posed leaned over the couch, fingering his ass, which was already shiny with lube or something. Adam had me take my clothes off again and stand beside the couch so my boy could blow me. After a few minutes, I really had to piss so I backed away and left the studio, heading down the hall as Adam directed. When I came back a few minutes later, Adam was sitting on the sofa next to my boy’s upturned ass, which seemed totally wet. My boy was pulling his cheeks apart exposing his hole as Adam took some closeups of his winking pucker. It dawned on me that his ass would have only gotten that wet if Adam had been eating him out. I figured that was fine with me. We both knew he was POZ, which meant that if it came to fucking, he’d have to bag up. Adam smiled at me and excused himself to go to the bathroom too. He shirt was still untucked, but I could see a dark spot that must have been precum. I figured he must have been turned on to soak through his pants and his shirt! Alone with my boy, I asked if Adam had been playing with his ass. He confessed, kind of guilty. I told him it was totally fine, and reminded him how much it turned me on to watch him give himself to other guys. ‘Adam doesn’t play safe,’ was all he said. I figured, whatever, then I’ll be the only guy fucking my boy today, but it dawned on me that they must have talked about fucking when I was out of the room. I wondered how much farther my boy would let things go if I found an excuse to leave the room. Adam came back but this time had lost his shirt. Fuck, he had a hot body. Spreading across his massive right pec was a biohazard tattoo. My boy and I both knew what that meant, and I could see my boy drool. Adam picked up his camera again and had me get on my knees. My boy spun around, ass upturned. Adam got on the sofa behind him as he shot my boy deep throating me. Adam nudged himself closer and closer to my boy’s prone ass. I could see he was hard as he pressed against my boy’s ass. My boy clearly liked it as he pushed back. Adam kept dry-humping him as my boy slobbered all over my dick. I looked up to see the tip of Adam’s glistening cock peeking out over the waist of his jeans. A nice uncut helmet oozing POZ precum. I thought that might be the moment to excuse myself, wanting to see how badly my boy wanted this POZ hunk to fuck him. I so desperately wanted to see his hole leaking cum again that it was starting to not bother me if it was POZ cum or not! To be continued…

WOW MAN, I know that feeling. Once you take it raw, you want it raw from then on. It is so filling or better full filling to carry a good cum load inside. I get bred and seeded by older men and I do tell them "Please breed my ass, Daddy! I need your raw daddy dick to cum inside my hole," and "give me that cum!" My begging really drives them over the edge, and makes them fill me up. Yeah, they just love it when I beg for their cum.