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Warning. This story is extreme and not necessarily reflective of what is acceptable behaviour. Prelude; Last day The street whore opened it's mouth, following the instructions of it's John, the whore waited for the John to spit in it's mouth while Lying on it's back as the older man's unprotected cock piston fucked the disease ridden faggot. The John instead, pulled off one of the boys socks and pushed it into his mouth. "Stay." He commanded as he slid is cock out of his $50 fuck. The boy, cold, lay motionless on the bed as the John fussed with a drawer on the other side of the room. The boy turned his head to the side to look in the mirror. He stared at each part of him while he waited. A sock in his mouth, his blue eyes magnified by the layer of water over them, the tousled sandy blond hair. He studied his frame, much slimmer since he had first met the man that gave him what he asked for. Pale skin, long legs with blonde hair over them, his ass and chest smooth. He stared at the bruises that covered his legs and ass, the cuts on his nipples. He avoided his face, bruised, sick.He startled as the John pushed into him, and again as he felt the burn of the crystals in his hole. He moaned, and the John picked up the pace.The faggot lay there staring at the older man, grey haired, stocky, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the boys face."Dirty slag!" The man spoke at the boy as he fucked it, the boy's hole convulsing around the cock as the it moaned more and more through the sock. The faggot looked like it would come right there.In a swift motion the older man grabbed his tape from the side of the bed, and used a strip to cover the sluts mouth, keeping the sock in it. He took the boys arms and taped them together at the wrist, through a bed post.Once the boy was properly incapacitated, not that it would have made a difference, the boy was weak, and a slut - he was used to the treatment. It's just there is something about taking away the ability to fight back and he knew they would like it.He pulled out to the tip and slid back in, watching the whores face as it elicited moans of pleasure, high and desperate for the strangers cock that it before had been repulsed by. 8 inches and decent thickness, giving the whore what it wanted.The slut was so high it almost didn't notice the door open and the room fill with two more bodies. The older man welcomed them and grunted, drove his raw cock deep into the cunt and began to shoot. As he filled the boy, the two men dropped two baseball bats either side of the whores head. Letting the cold metal touch his cheeks.The boy began to panic, pulling at the tape on his wrists as the two men, who he could now see looking over him; wearing ski masks and holding a recorder, laughed."Won't do any good baby boy.""Yeah, just enjoy that nice cock you got in you, hey?" he mused as the taller masked man stroked a lock of hair out of the sluts eyes.Even in its fear the boy couldn't help but moan as the cock slowly slid out of him, the cum immediately rushing out following. The two men pulled the camera around to get full view. They walked around the bed, the room was small, they stood at the foot of the bed, in front of a chest of drawers and tv, with the faggot restrained to the bed and his legs in the air. He had been trained well, they didn't need to tie his legs up, they'd stay in the air as he begged for cock. The taller man pointed the camera at the whore's hole as it gaped and dripped cum streaked with red. "Best be off." The older man was already dressed. He pulled his wallet out and gave the men $50."You guy's have fun." He looked back at the kid one last time, thinking he must only be 21, before spitting on the ground in disgust and walking out.The two men aimed their attention back at the boy while it stayed still, staring at them, quivering from a mix of the drugs and from fear.The shorter, masked man spoke; "Well slut, it couldn't last forever could it? You've seen yourself. You're damaged goods, and I can't have that attached to my name you know. You knew this was coming bitch. You even got all stiff when I whispered in your ear that first fuck that when I was done with you I'd waste you."The boy immediately had tears in his eyes. He knew the voice. His voice. He took him in, took advantage of a boy that thought he wanted to be broken and used, thought this, until the man had actually made him believe it was what he deserved. The taller masked man picked up one of the bats, touched it against the sluts hole, getting the thick tip of it wet with the Johns cum. The boy's Master then pulled out a bag, took the end of the bat off of the taller man and dipped it in. Pulling it out covered in a thin layer of crystal. The boys eyes went back in its head as it groaned. Both men laughed."Tell me if you don't want it?"Silence"Slut, tell me if you want it to stop, you can go home and these crystals can wash down the drain."SilenceMaster aimed the bat at the whores hole."Last chance trash.. " His lips curled into a smile "moan if you want to feel it inside you. Bashing your prostate?" Master motioned to the taller man and he knelt down and grazed his tongue over the sluts nipple once. The boy moaned.Laughs, a muffled scream and a clap were all heard at once.The boy screamed as he felt the bat drive into him, not slowly but quickly and with force. He felt it punch his insides and wrenched as it stayed deep inside him.The taller man laughed and clapped, the boy was going to be destroyed tonight and he'd been waiting so long to see it.His Master laughed at the boy moaning, knowing it was asking to be ruined by doing so. He smiled, revelling in that he has gotten a whore so addicted to drugs and cock it no longer has even the self worth or desire to ask to live. It prefers to take a baseball bat up its cunt and be ripped open than say no to a chem fuck.The taller man grabbed the second bat, resting it over the faggots eyes;"Ready?"The boys Master starts pulling and pushing on the bat embedded already in the whore as the boy continued to groan; its wrecked cunt being fucked by the bat.Next Chapter: Four Months Ago; A cheap fuck

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."

'Michael is a slut’ ‘Michael is a slut’ ‘Michael is a slut’ The boy felt is cock stiffen. “You want to be used by a real man boy?” “Yes sir.” The man’s picture was of his neck down, sitting on a couch, a white singlet on, white underwear with his legs parted wide showing his 9” bulge clearly and white socks. Michael instantly wanted his face there. He checked the Man’s profile; under description all that was written was; ‘For real sluts only’ Michael was instantly turned on, he messaged the profile ‘Hello’ and within minutes the profile replied. “Hi Boy, you know what you want?” He wasn’t wasting his time, so neither did Michael bother with any further pleasantries. “I’m a slut sir, I want to be used and ruined” “Good to hear. no wasting time bitch, where are you?” Michael felt his heart rate quicken, he was so horny, he needed to get fucked. He was only in London for a few days before he flew out to Spain to continue travelling, he hadn’t had time since he landed a few days ago to hook up with any one, and he was desperate. After two nights in a hostel, grinding his cock against the bed without release he couldn’t take another night. He asked the profile for a face picture to which he got a curt response; “No.” Michael hesitated, then sent his location. He was lying on the bed jacking off, but he wanted more. He needed more. “Close.” The profile gave the boy the address of a park and gave his number. “Whatsapp me. names Chris.” The boy sent him ‘hi sir’ immediately. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to meet the man, but he was already getting dressed. He was so horny that he needed to get fucked, and this guy was dominant and hot. After a quick walk in the dark, the boy found the park. He headed to the brick building at the back as Chris had instructed, hidden by bushes at the back of the building, Michael sent Chris a message to say he was here. “Good. now strip and say ‘Michael is a slut’ out loud, three times.” What? Michael was taken a back. He hesitated and his phone buzzed. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” Michaels heart rate quickened again, was he watching him? He was in too deep anyway now, he wanted to be fucked, he wanted to be dominated. The boy stripped. When he was completely nude he spoke. 'Michael is a slut’ ‘Michael is a slut’ ‘Michael is a slut’ The boy felt is cock stiffen. “You want to be used by a real man boy?” Michael heard the voice from his right, he looked but there wasn’t anyone there. “Yes sir.” “Turn around and get on your knees, face the wall” Michael did as instructed. The first thing he felt of his new master was a hot stream of piss hitting the back of his head. It continued to rain on him. Chris instructed for him to tilt his head back and open his mouth. Michael was turned on and disgusted. He’d drank piss before, but never from a stranger whom he hadn’t seen. His hard 7” cock told him he loved it. He did as he was told and felt the piss run over his eyes and some fell into his mouth. He swallowed without being told. The stream died down and Chris stepped up behind the boy and wiped him down with the shirt the boy had left in the dirt when he undressed. Without saying a word, Chris grabbed the boys hair, yanked it back and pried his mouth open with his hand. The boy winced. He had never had a man become so aggressive so fast before. Chris spat in the boys mouth and looked down on him before letting him go. “You want this slut?” he teased the boy Michael hesitated but succumbed. He did want this. His hole felt like it was burning, he so desperately wanted to be fucked. He had always been sleazy and had, had a dirtier mind than most. He had always gravitated to rough, dirty men and now was no different. He was most fulfilled sexually when the man fucking him didn’t care about his wellbeing. ‘Yes sir’ Michael almost whispered. “Have any limits faggot?” Chris was menacing when he said the word ‘faggot’, accentuating the t at the end of the word. “Blood and scat sir” “Now listen bitch, I’ll give you my cock. If you want it. But that makes you my fuck toy, and fuck toys don’t get a say in what happens to them. Okay?” Michael’s head was rushing. He was so turned on. This guy was telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. He’d fantasised about exactly this for so long, talking to so many men online, telling them how worthless he wanted to be made to feel. Then came the fear. He was face to face with further than he had gone before. He was sure this guy would be rough with him tonight, and that he mightn’t use protection. But he was so horny he couldn’t help but whisper “okay” "Turn around and lick the pre-cum off my cock you pig” Michael did as told, savouring the salty taste as he stared up at the dominant man. His face was handsome. Dark hair, dark eyes, stubble but not a full beard. His chest was built and slightly defined, covered in thin layer of hair but not overly furry. His pubic hair was thick and dark and smelled of a couple days unwashed. Michael parted his lips and took the cock into his mouth. He sucked well and this was confirmed by Chris eliciting a groan. Michael took it down his throat and pushed his face into the bush surrounding Chris’ cock. He could taste the sweat on Chris’ cock and could feel his face being covered with the smell of cock and balls as he bobbed his faggot head up and down on the strangers cock. Chris stood and watched the faggot on his knees, a cute boy, a slutty boy, an easy boy to play with and fuck up. Chris teased the boy by face fucking him a little before pulling him up to his feet. He kissed the boy just once on the lips, the last time I ever do that he thought. “ready boy? You want me to ruin you for real?” “fuck yes” Michael was weak at the knees, staring into this mans dark brown eyes. “ruin me sir" Chris turned the faggot around and slammed him into the breeze block wall the faggot had faced when he was pissed on. The faggot was winded and it took him a second to realise he could feel his Master’s cock in between his asscheeks. He moaned. “Gonna fucking destroy you, you piece of trash. You fucking want it too don’t you, you sleazy fuck” “yes sir” Michael groaned as his face was pushed into the stone. “What happens when you’re destroyed faggot?” He spat the words into the boys ear, knowing he had the faggot now, the boy was lost in desperation, grinding its cunt back and forth on the mans cock, the precum sliming up its cunt ready to be ruined. “You throw me away sir” “No boy, wouldn’t want to leave trash lying around - I’ll fucking waste you” The words were whispered into the boys ear as he pushed his ass back from the wall and into his Master, the thick cock pressed perfectly against his hole, with premium lubing the way that it slid in. No resistance. The boy gasped. He had been fingering his cunt earlier and this had made it soft and helped with it in without more lube. The sensation of the nasty talk his master was dealing and the thick cock opening up his hole as he slid back onto it, raw, made the faggot melt back into his new Master with a quiet and long moan. He was pressed up against Chris now, Chris held one hand on the boys slim stomach and used the other to grab his hair and pull him back as he bottomed out in the bitch. Chris smiled to himself as he looked at the bitch, eyes closed, consumed in pleasure, didn’t say a word about a condom, didn't say a word about being threatened, just moaned because he was being filled with cock. “Grab your ankles trash” The boy again, did as he was told, though he craved the heat of his Master, he was rewarded when the stranger started really fucking him. The bitch whimpered as his hole sucked on the thick cock that was piston fucking him. He started to scream but was silenced with a curt “shh” from the man controlling him. After only a few minutes, he was pushed down, ass up and face first into the dirt, his arms were grabbed and pulled behind him and tied. The fucking continued. The bitch continued to whimper and moan, the pleasure in his cunt sending him over the edge, no longer caring or thinking about his unprotected hole or body. Fucked into submission. Chris could tell the bitch had no more free will in that moment and signalled for the other guys to come. The bitch saw their feet and started to panic, until one of them stepped on his head and pushed him into the dirt even more. He wanted to scream but he realised with his hands tied that this was part of his Masters plan. The cock in his hole was removed, and replaced again, but this one stung. the tip was hard and scratched his hole, the boy couldn’t see, but this big black cock was pierced with a thick PA. The scratch only lasted a moment and before the boy realised, his head was removed from the dirt and staring at another cock. His Master’s. Covered in the boys own ass. The boy cleaned out well so he didn’t mind as his master pushed it to his lips to suck clean. A lighter was lit, the cock removed from the boys mouth, and his lips filled with a pipe. “Breathe in. Gonna get you fucked up boy” He breathed in deeply. Too deep, he coughed out, Chris held the pipe to his mouth 4 more times, each time for just as long and made him hold it in. By the tim he breathed out the last time he was feeling better than he had before. The cock in his ass was drilling him and he was loving it. After 15 minutes of being fucked by the man he still hadn’t seen, he felt the man push all the way in. Michael yelped, the cock feeling like it would burst his guts. The man shuddered and held Michael there, pumping the bitch’s first load in London into his cunt. The cock was removed, and the man who had stepped on Michaels face earlier slid his in. “Wet fucking whore, want my name? or are you just happy to have a cock in you?” he slapped the boys ass as he said it. The boy just moaned. “How about my status white boy? You want to know that? You want to know how many days you got to get those pills to protect you? Oi Chris, Why don’t we start the countdown eh? 72hours for the bitch to get some pep eh.” Michael knew what this meant. It meant that this guy was positive. He had fantasised about this as well. He’d once been fucked by a positive guy, he asked him not to cum inside of his ass, but the guy held Michael down as he shot. Michael went straight to an emergency centre, got PEP and after 3 months he was still negative. He figured he would do the same now. “72 Hours boy” Chris said. The third man continued to fuck the boy for 20 minutes, Michaels hole started to feel sore, but as his winces increased, Chris just held the pipe back out as he was fucked. When the guy began to come, he tore into Michael like it was the first time he got to fuck a bitch out of prison. Michael couldn’t help but scream. After he blew, he stood up and kicked Michael down into the dirt again. Michael groaned and tried to roll over but couldn’t, Chris held him there with his foot. Michaels arms still tied, hands numb from a lack of blood circulation. Chris laid on top of the faggot, pushed a finger of crystals into he whore and then his cock. “Good boy, good boy. Getting you ready for your new life.” All the bitch could do was moan as his master kept sliding in and out of him. “Shit, you’re an easy fuck aren’t you? - Cheap slut.” Next Chapter: Change

I was really horny and the husband was away so I put an add on BBRT.COM and hooked up with this guy. No pics, just his dick pic. Arranged to meet him at the local cruising ground. He was parked up waiting for me. When I arrived he got out and followed me into the woods. What a lovely dick. Sucked it for about 30 seconds before he roughly stands me up spins me around and spits on his dick and rams his dick in me. No time even for poppers. Lovely. He shot his load in about 2 minutes but it was very fucking horny. I hadn't had enough and was feeling really sleazy and wanted to get abused and live upto my "take any load from any cock" mantra, so I cruised all the sites until I found this 66 year old guy who wanted to fuck me. So I arranged for him to meet me at the cruising ground. When I got there he was there waiting for me with this other 60+fella. He asked if I minded, I said no. We went into the woods and I dropped to my knees to service the two cocks. Only to be shoved against a tree and the first cock rammed in. He wanted me to call him daddy and beg for his poz load, so I did! Daddy please fuck me hard, please put your poz load deep in my guts. And he obliged. Whilst he was fucking me the other guy was frantically fisting his dick and when the first daddy withdrew he rammed his dick in and came within seconds. All in all a very good afternoon. I felt used, sleazy and violated. Loved being fucked by the older guys it was really horny.

Hey guys. I'm quite new to the forum but I've been following it for some time. my last load was at my local cruising ground about 5 min drive from where I live. There's a few lay-bys and then some wooded area which is known for use by the gay community. I had an hour spare earlier today so I thought I'd douche and have a wander down. i pulled up and there were 2 cars parked already, both empty. Not one to miss out on any fun and potential cum, I jumped out of my car and went for a wander. I soon bumped in to the 2 guys who were sucking each other off. Luckily for me, they both seemed to be top because they weren't really getting in to it much and there was no ass fingering going on. I got to my knees and started working on them both. Getting them fully hard and horny. I got up, ensuring I kept 1 cock in my mouth and put my smooth ass on full display. It didn't take long for the other top to walk across to my ass and start fingering. I had prelubed at home so I was ready for fucking. Without notice he stuck his raw cock in me and started fucking me. 3-4 minutes passed and he thrust a loud deep load straight up my ass. He pulled up his trousers and off he went. I turned around and backed on to the guy I had been sucking. With no hesitation he slid in me raw and started pumping me. I could tell he was close by the way he was fucking. Soon enough he too was pumping his load up my ass. Up his trousers came and we walked off without as much as a glance back. I stood and wanked off over a tree, got dressed and jumped back in the car. A successful Tuesday afternoon by all accounts!

Hot Vers Jock coming into town for the rough trade cumunion party. I will be busy all night taking loads and breeding holes. Hoping to partake in some fisting action as well. I will be wearing a black jock/cock ring combo. If my dick is hard feel free to bend over for a ride. If I'm soft, slam yours into me. Love putting on a show but pull me aside to my room or yours for more taboo poz talk while we fuck. I am white, five foot six, 7x5.5c, fit furry body and a greedy shaved hole.

Hey, my name is Myles and it looks like I've caused way more drama than I ever intended… But let me back up and start by saying I'm a top who's fantasized about getting pozzed for a really long time – mostly 'cause, in my mind, being able to infect someone is the pinnacle of what it means to be a top. It's the ultimate way to dominate someone sexually. More and more bottoms are letting guys fuck them raw and cum in their asses. It would be so hot to be shooting toxic loads and knock them up as I breed their ass! Thing is, while I really wanna to be a toxic poz top, I hate getting fucked, and getting fucked is the only sure-fire way to get pozzed. I was fucking every slutty bottom I could find, but could never manage to get knocked up. It was frustrating – being a top just isn't risky enough. I'd fantasize about pozzing bottoms as I blew my load in their ass, but deep down I knew I was firing blanks. Then I met this guy named Mike. He lives in what's basically a free whore house. You can go there any time and find ass to fuck. Anyway, he LOVED taking loads, but he also liked getting his load in guys – especially in tops. It was a challenge for him to see if he could get total tops like me to walk away with his cum in their ass. In hindsight he sorta understood me better than I understood myself. He talked me into it by saying "Don't worry, I won't fuck you. I'll just jack off and when I'm just about to cum I'll stick just the head of my dick in your hole. It won't hurt at all. I promise." I'm not sure why I hadn't thought of that myself – it sorta seemed like the perfect solution for a top like me who wanted to take loads and get pozzed, but didn't want to get fucked. I let him blow his load in me and as I walked away that night there were all sorts of emotions flowing through me. I was excited, but a bit scared too. I mean I just took a load from one of NY's top cumdumps. What does it mean to be a cumdump's cumdump? Yeah, I wanted to get pozzed, but until that night it wasn't really something that seemed like a real possibility. And I realized I didn't even ask his status… I went back a few days later to breed him and he "jack off'd" another load into my ass. After he blew his load I asked about his status and he laughed and said "A bit late to be asking that question… but to answer it – I'm on PrEP". While I was excited to be taking loads, hearing he was on PrEP was a bit of a let down. The other thing that sorta held me back from bottoming for just anyone was that when I got pozzed I wanted to know who pozzed me and have a connection with him. I wanted it to be someone special – like Mike, actually. I knew I was never going to have more than a sexual relationship with him, but he was the type of guy who was like the Pied Piper – he just made you feel special. Of course it didn't hurt that he was totally my type. But from the looks of it he was never going to make me poz – he probably didn't even want to be poz. The whole situation was sorta frustrating me a bit and then one night I went over to fuck him and he was playing with this hunky Latino. It was hot seeing Mike get pounded. The other top "played well" and we tag teamed Mike's ass for 20 or 30 minutes. I blew my load in him and stayed there a bit watching the Latino fuck him. I could tell the top was getting close and just before he blew he asked Mike "You want my dirty load, pig?" And Mike replied with an enthusiastic "Sí Papi!" The wheels started turning in my head – was this guy toxic? Had Mike just taken an infectious load? When the top caught his breath I timidly asked him "So 'dirty load' – does that mean you're toxic?" He looked at Mike and replied, "Ah shit, I thought I was being discreet…" Looking at me… "Yeah, poz and not on meds. Sorry I let that slip, Mike doesn't want other guys knowing he gets into poz stuff…" The two of them could tell I was totally turned on by Mike taking a toxic load. Even though I'd just cum, my dick was completely hard and I said "I wanna fuck him with your load in his ass". Mike's ass usually has a few loads in it and it almost always feels really silky and wonderful, but knowing that at least one of those loads was high viral was a huge turn on for me. As I fucked him I was whispering in his ear "So you're a bug chaser, eh?" "Yeah…" he replied sheepishly. I told him "It's a huge turn on that you wanna become poz. I wish you'd go off PrEP. I'd totally continue to take loads from you. It would be hot if I got it from you." While I was fucking him he played along with my fantasy – "Yeah, it'd be hot knocking you up. I'd love to be able to poz total tops – it's why I try so hard to get my loads in them…" Needless to say I didn't last long before I blew a second load in his ass. Afterwards, he told me that getting pozzed is a huge fantasy for him, but he's still trying to be responsible, hence the PrEP. Though if it happened one of these days he wouldn't really be surprised. I mean he gets thousands of loads in his ass every year… The top asked me if I was on PrEP. I told him "No, though I was in a PrEP-related study years ago." Then he asked "Aren't you worried?" I didn't want to elaborate too much so just told him I wasn't all that worried since I was a total top. He looked at me with a big smirk and said, "Well, if that ever changes…" I could barely sleep that night. I had to figure out how to get the Latino to poz Mike so Mike could poz me. Then it struck me – I still had left over pills from when I was in the PrEP study that looked just like Truvada. They'd told me at the end that I was in the placebo arm of the study and to throw the pills away – that they were just useless sugar pills. I'd kept them just as a kind of souvenir, but maybe they were my ticket to getting pozzed… I mean if I could substitute them for Mike's Truvada, maybe he'd get pozzed, and then poz me… Next time I went to fuck Mike I went into the bathroom and there in the medicine cabinet were a bunch of bottles of Truvada for the various guys who lived there and one belonged to Mike. Jackpot! I was a bit surprised they'd just leave those in a medicine cabinet where anyone had access to them, but I wasn't gonna complain. That fuck session with Mike was pretty intense. We went into one of the private rooms and did all sorts of poz talk – I telling him he was just a worthless bug chaser, that sluts like him don't deserve PrEP, and so on. He seemed to love it. As he was blowing his load in me I was like "So, you gonna make me a poz top so I can infect a bunch of neg guys?" That gave him a big smirk on his face. You could tell he wanted to poz guys as much as I did. When we'd blown our loads we laid there chatting a bit. I asked how often he takes loads from the toxic Latino and he said 2 to 3 times a week since the guy lives nearby. I was thinking "Bingo!", but answered "That's so hot!" I asked about the whole testing and PrEP thing. He said everyone in the house was on PrEP – that they had a doc that came once a month for STD tests and then every three months the tests included an HIV test and the other tests you need when you're on PrEP. I casually asked "So when was your last HIV test then?" I hoped the question didn't seem too odd, but it didn't seem to phase him – he said "We get tested the first of every month and then see the doc for the PrEP appointment a week later if it's first month of the quarter – so January, April, etc. They make it simple to remember 'cause we're not allowed to miss the tests or the appointment." That night when I went home I did the math… I sort wanted to see if I could get him pozzed and not have it discovered for a while. I wanted as many of his toxic loads in me as possible before he found out and went on meds. I gambled a little that they weren't using the tests that detect an infection immediately after it happens, so I wanted him to get pozzed about 2-3 weeks before an HIV test. And it takes about 2 weeks for PrEP to leave your system, so that meant I had to get him off his PrEP and onto placebo about 4 weeks before an HIV test. His next test was October 1, so I needed to get him on placebo the first few days of September… Perfect… that was just 2 weeks away! The next time we fucked I pushed him on the idea of going off PrEP, but he wouldn't budge. Then the time after that I suggested that once a week he give me one of his pills – basically lowering his dose to 6 pills a week. I told him how studies said he had full protection with as few as 4 pills per week, so 6 was still really good. But he should do it 'cause he knew deep down he was a bug chaser… Initially he said 'no', but I could tell something in him wanted to do it. Finally he said "Wait there" and a minute later he came back with a pill in his hand. I quickly put the pill in my pants pocket so it would be out of sight, out of mind, and he wouldn't change his mind and want it back. I could tell he was wanting to play with fire, but knew he was on the fence. On September 3rd I went over and took my bottle of placebo pills. I had quite a few 'cause they terminated the study unexpectedly because the preliminary results had come through and the effectiveness of PrEP was really clear. They had given me a 30 day supply just before they found out they were terminating things. And I wasn't quite done with the previous bottle of pills. Anyway, I found Mike's bottle of Truvada, took out the 6 pills that were inside and replaced them with 6 placebo pills. A week later I went back and found his new bottle freshly opened and took all but 5 pills out. I mixed my placebos with those 5 pills and put them all back in the bottle. I mixed in some of his real Truvada because I wanted to stretch out the placebos. I figured he'd be averaging about 1 or 2 pills of Truvada per week which was way too low to give him any protection. I made sure to go hookup with him a couple times a week in part to see if I could figure out when he got fuck flu. Each time I'd ask how many loads he'd gotten from the toxic Latino. Good news was that the Latino was fucking him pretty regularly as well. Needless to say I'd get totally boned knowing Mike was losing his protection against the Latino's dirty loads. I also pushed him to reduce his PrEP usage even further. Every time I went I'd ask for a pill (2 per week). The first time or two he said he'd given me one last time so I had to wait. Then a couple weeks later he said "You said 4 pills was full protection, right?" I said yes. He got quiet and then ran out for a pill. That made me so hard, I threw him on his belly and fucked him telling him he was a good bug chaser. I kept watching him for fuck flu symptoms but it never really came. There were two times in a row toward the end of the month when he said he felt run down, but Mike was a slut and wasn't letting that slow him down. I hoped that was him going through fuck flu, but wasn't sure. November 10th came and I brought my 7 remaining pills, plus the 7 he'd given me that were probably mostly placebo. I mixed those into the pills at the top of his bottle so he'd still not be getting the recommended dose for the next two or thee weeks, but unfortunately I knew he'd be back on full strength PrEP before the end of the month. A few days later I felt pretty run down as well. Given the timing – 2 weeks after taking Mike's load when he was "feeling run down" – I was hopeful I was now poz, but wasn't quite sure. Then my plan was over and my placebo pills were all gone. I didn't even know for sure if it had worked, but I hoped it had. After I felt run down I cut back the hookups with Mike to once a week and made him give me two pills each time I showed up. And I made sure every load I could blow went into a bottom who at least claimed to be neg. Actually, if the plan had worked and the strain didn't cause fuck flu that was sorta perfect for stealthing guys. They'd never be able to pinpoint a time when they got pozzed, so never figure out it was me who pozzed them. I gotta say it was SO hot breeding all those unsuspecting bottoms! Some were on PrEP, but who knows about the others? I always carried a doctored condom with me in case they insisted on me rubbering up I just wished I knew for sure if I was infecting them… New Year's Eve came and I spent it at Mike's place – there was a HUGE sex party down on the ground floor. The toxic Latino was there. I finally found out his name – Felix. At the stroke of midnight he blew his load in Mike's hole and then I followed with my (hopefully) poz load. At one point we were all so drunk. Mike's hole was dripping with cum and I said laughingly "You get tested tomorrow, right? Bet with all the alcohol in your system your liver function tests won't look so great". He laughed and said "Yeah, the New Year's Day tests are always bad – sometimes they have to repeat them…" I smiled and thought to myself - hopefully they won't be focusing on your liver tests this time… After New Year's some friends wanted to go to Puerto Vallarta to escape the cold weather so it was a couple weeks before I got back to see Mike. I made him promise to skip his PrEP even though I wasn't there to take his pills. He promised me he'd keep skipping the two days a week. I tried to talk him up to three days a week, but he said he didn't want to push it. But he admitted he's been thinking of stopping completely. That doing so much poz talk with me and Felix really makes him wanna be poz. But he just can't bring himself to go off PrEP and let it happen. It was hot hearing him say that. I knew if my plan hadn't worked that he'd probably just choose to get pozzed in the not-too-distant future. The trip to Puerto Vallarta was a blast. I fucked SO many guys! I gotta say being in a country with no PrEP and suspecting that you're high viral load poz is really incredibly intense. I made sure to ask all the bottoms whether they were neg and assured them that my last test was neg as well And somehow the condom always seemed to break when they insisted I use one (lol). I desperately wanted to know if I was poz, but knowing none of the bottoms were on PrEP and most still took my load willingly… Well, you can't beat that! I sorta expected Mike to text me after he saw his doctor to say he was poz, but I never got the text. That made me wonder if I'd managed to poz him after all. But when I got back and went to his place he pulled me into one of the private rooms, put his whole bottle of Truvada in my hand and said "I won't be needing the pills anymore… You know how you kept saying it'd be hot if I got pozzed and pozzed you in the process? Well, it looks like you got your wish. My test came back poz and on top of that I've managed to poz all the other guys in the house and probably tons of other guys, including you. So you're probably poz now too." I got an instant boner and just wanted to fuck, but stopped myself and asked "ALL the other guys in the house? Aren't they on PrEP?" He said "Yeah, but it looks like it's a Truvada-resistant strain." I was a little dumbfounded. I mean I'd meant for him to get pozzed and poz me, but never imagined it would go much much beyond that except maybe a few "total tops" who weren't on PrEP but let Mike "jack off" into their asses. "So are you telling all the guys you've fucked to get tested? I mean you've gotten your load into a lot of 'total tops' and they've probably fucked a lot of other guys…" He looked sheepish and said, "There's a warning sign on the door as you come in the house. We've decided that's all the warning they get. There's just too many guys to tell…" I thought some of the previous sessions with him had been intense, but that one was off the hook. This time we knew he was poz and giving me a toxic load. And we suspected the load I was giving him was toxic as well. You always hear how sex is hotter when you're poz – well, I totally experienced it swapping toxic loads with him! After we fucked I asked if it was Felix who infected him. "Doesn't look like it – we've checked and his strain isn't Truvada-resistant. His strain is similar, but different. Though I wonder if reducing the amount of PrEP is what did it? But since my strain is meds-resistant I must have just gotten fucked by the wrong top." I corrected him "…Or the right top…" He said "Yeah, I know. Now that I've had time to digest it, I'm not sure why I tried to stay neg… I love being poz… Whoever he was, he was the right top!" Before that point I had never really thought about a strain being Truvada-resistant or not. But what he said made me realize that me putting him being on really low doses of PrEP, and then him going back to full-strength PrEP when the placebo ran out is probably how Felix's strain became Truvada-resistant. But I didn't share my thoughts – I wasn't sure I wanted to tell him what I'd done. Then I asked if he was going on meds. "No, we've all sorta decided to stay off meds. I mean the horse has escaped, there's no point closing the barn door now… I gotta say though – it's cool watching some of the bottoms really get into being gift giving tops. We used to discourage bottoms from coming here, but now we're seeing how many we can get in to breed. It's only been a couple weeks, but damn, it's a lot of fun! Especially all those prissy Truvada whores who think they can fuck raw and get away with it… I used to be like that… Now we all just gangbang them and go home pozzed." I went home completely stunned. My plan to infect one guy plus myself looks like it's infected hundreds of guys. And if they keep it up and everyone that goes to that house winds up poz, and the tops and tourists go and spread it further, the numbers could get into the thousands pretty quickly. I'm just conflicted whether I should tell Mike what I did. He seems to be enjoying his new status, but it may not stay that way and given that this is gonna turn into a little mini epidemic, I don't know whether I want people to know it was me who started it…

Talked to the guy. He agreed to come over this morning for a surprise. I'll let you know the outcome

FT. LAUDERDALE - Went to a stripclub for the majority of the night. Beer plus naked boys gets me horny. So I logged onto Grindr before I left and there was a bottom that wanted my anonymous load. I had changed my profile pic so I assume he didn't know it was me. I played along. He gave me the code to get into the secure door to his building and before I knew it I was sliding into his amazing pre-loaded hole. I gave him my load as quick as I could because BarebackTwjnk on BBRT had also hit me up wanting my load. I stalled him long enough to go breed the other bottom and then as soon as I was done with bottom # 1, I headed over to Twjnk's little party. Two dudes appeared to be whoring him out at a private house. I had to let another top out of the driveway because i had double parked. You know that hole has a fresh load in it when that happens! So I dove right in and was soon giving him my nut. Cute boy, I'd whore him out!! Happy Breeding! Headed to Houston tomorrow.... will be there for a few days, sluts!

Part 6 I grabbed Blakes collar and dragged him across the floor on his stomach depositing him next to a large ottoman before pulling the next toy out of the bag. Placing my fingers in his mouth, I pried his jaw apart and shoved a mouth spreader in it, quickly buckling it behind his head. I turned the screw on the side, stretching his jaw painfully apart. Blake moaned in pain. I picked him up and placed him on his back on the ottoman and attached his wrists to the rings on the side of the leather collar to keep them out of the way. Then I took a couple of chains and attached them to the ankle cuffs, raising his legs up and also attaching them to the collar leaving his already sloppy cunt open and vulnerable, then pulled his shoulders so his head hung off the ottoman. "There you go men! Two available cumholes. Unable to resist what you've got for him! Just a couple more things." I tied a bandana over his nose and grabbed a little baggie, taking out a nice sized rock, pushing it deep into the wet, open cunt, causing Blake to moan from the burning. "Damn Jeese!" exclaimed Buck. "Giving him more?" "Fuck yea man! I told you I want this little bitch royally fucked up and wrecked. When I'm through with him he won't be nothing but a worthless piece of used up gutter trash. Now whose up? Line your cocks up to the holes but wait till I say go, then show this slut no mercy!" Roy and Brad stepped up next. Brad had a respectable 8 inches and moved to Blake's head while Roy chose his pussy to receive the wrath of his very thick 10 inches. "Hold on Jesse." said Roy. If you really wanna ruin this crackers hole, I got just the thing. With that he pulled a fat ring out of his pocket and put it through his pierced cock head. It was covered with short, sharp spikes. "I never get to use this thing. This little bitch is about to be ripped to shreds!" "Fuck yea brother!" I exclaimed. "This cunt is about to be brutalized!" With that I took the poppers and poured some on the bandana over the bitches nose and grabbed a pair of alligator tit clamps that had sharp, needle like teeth. "Get ready to suffer, bitch!" I hissed in Blakes ear as he whimpered in fear, unable to stop the brutal attack he was about to recieve. "Ready.......Set........Go!" I shouted as I released the clamps on the sluts tender nips as two cocks plunged in his two fuck holes deep and hard. Blake screamed and convulsed as pain tore through his entire body. He choked and gagged on the cock buried in his throat as spit and puke poured out of his mouth. The men cheered as the teenager helplessly had his body pulverized by the two pounding cocks. You could see the cock in his throat stretch it wide as it slid in balls deep. Fresh red oozed from his ripped cunt as the spiked cock shredded his insides. Brad would occasionally pull all the way out so Blake could quickly gasp for air before burying himself down the boys throat again, grabbing the chain on the clamps and pulling on Blakes tender titties, causing the clamps to dig in harder. Tears flowed from Blakes eyes as the men reduced him to nothing more than two wet holes. Roy would pull his cock out and rub the spikes around the boys tender inflamed ass ring before plunging it back it, mercilessly scraping his insides. Before long, Blakes screams subsided as the pain and drugs transported him into another realm. Soon both men buried their throbbing cocks as deep as they could while cum was pumped into both ends of the cumdump. No time was wasted before two more men stepped up for their turns. Roy generously loaned his pierced ring to another man with a piered cock to continue further wrecking the already bleeding cunt. The new man had a very visible bio hazard tattoed on his chest. I raised up Blakes head so he could see the tattoo as the man roughly shoved his spiked cock into the already damaged fuckhole. "See that bitch?" I whispered into Blake's ear. "After tonight you wont be anything more than my whore. I'll sell you to anyone I want, any time I want, any where I want. And there wont be a thing you can do about it. Your diseased cunt will barely be worth the money you'll make for me. Nobody else will want you. Your parents wont want an infected, drugged pussy fag for a son. You are mine now. And I'll keep you as long as your usefull, then sell you for what I can get. Say good bye to the life you knew! Watch as he fills you with his poison! Feel his dirty cum seep into your ripped up insides. Tonight you fufill your destiny!" As I said those words, the man fucking him bellowed as he filled Blake's ass with more cum. I just dropped Blakes head back down as a cock slammed down his open throat. Blake was used like this for over an hour before I released him and removed the mouth spreader. But his night was far from over.

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Part 5 I left Blake tied on the bed and plugged while he softly sobbed from the pain and the realization of his predicament. I'll bet he was sorry he ever went to the bookstore. It was only a couple of hours before the party started, and I had lots of calls to make. At 9:30 I went back upstairs. Blake looked quite uncomfortable tied in that position with the long, fat plug in his cunt. "Good," I thought to myself, "a scared white boy in pain is one of my favorite things!" And it would only get worse for him. "Please untie me!" he begged. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK! Three hard slaps across his brought tears to his eyes. "Shut the fuck up bitch!" I yelled. "You will learn, the only begging you will do is to have your holes raped and filled with cum. Do I make myself clear?" Three more hard slaps and Blake was in agreement. "Yes Sir." he sobbed. I untied him and he put up no resistance. I put a leather collar with rings around his neck, and wrist and ankle restraints. I then put a cock and ball harness on his little dick, making it as tight as I could. "Drink this," I said holding a bottle up to his mouth. He made a face, but didn't dare disobey me. It was now almost 10:00, and I could hear our guests arriving. I told them to be prompt as they didn't want to miss anything. I attached a leash to Blake's collar and led him downstairs. I was pleased to see all 15 of the guests were already there. "Welcome gentlemen! Here is my new slut and tonights party favour! Short of killing him, anything goes. I want him wrecked like a white slut should be! Lets not waste any time." With that, I grabbed Blake and threw him to the ground,pinning him down with a foot on his chest. One of the guys tied a band around his arm and another stuck the needle in. "Are you sure Jesse?" he asked. It's a 2.0 hit." "Fuckin do it! This little whore needs to be fucked up royally!" With that, the plunger was pushed down and the band released. Blake went instantly rigid and coughed hard. "I want you to go first." I told my friend Buck. He had a 13 inch cock with a P.A. "And show no mercy! Rape that cunt good and hard!" Buck just rolled the teenage boy over and ripped the plug out of his pussy. Blake howeled. Then Buck just spread his cheeks apart and plunged his huge, hard, black pole deep into the puffy, pink hole beneath him. Blake screamed at the top of his lungs while the guys cheered. Tears flowed from his eyes as his cunt was ripped even further apart. Buck just pushed down on the boys shoulders and power fucked his cunt, drilling as deep and as hard as he could. Blood covered his dick as he pulled out before plunging back in balls deep. He fucked Blake mercilessly for a solid 10 minutes, never letting up until he buried himself to the hilt and dumped his load far up into the teenage cumdump. After he pulled out, he spread Blake's cheeks apart so everyone could see his bleeding rosebud. It was puffy and inflamed, oozing red cum. "Who's next?" I asked.

Hey Breeders! New to the site, and still learning some of the posting rules. I'm originally from Chicago, and missing the big BBBH community now that I'm living in Central Indiana. Bearing that there's no subgroup for Indianapolis, I thought I would post here. Anyone willing to travel for some young, uninhibited hole? Or any nearby Hoosiers looking to breed? No loads refused!

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

Please be gentle this is my first story: Park Toilets, The First Visit After having had two girlfriends, at the age of 30 I was starting to explore my bi side by chasing cock in public toilets and I was starting to realise I enjoyed sex with guys far more than I had with females. Sex with guys I found to be much more intense and also appealed to my nasty side. In a gay bar one day I overheard two guys talking about some toilets in a park on the other side of town that had been closed down three years ago and were now overgrown. Apparently someone had forced open the door and the toilets which were well hidden were now being used by the more sleazy type of guys, especially after it got dark as there was no lighting in there. One guy saying that mostly older guys some of whom were HIV used these toilets and that he had heard that hardly anyone in there ever used a condom. Now I was still new to sex with guys and had only been fucked twice, both times I had insisted on the other guy wearing a condom as I did not want to catch anything and on hearing the way guys behaved in these toilets I was somewhat disgusted. However after a couple of weeks my mind kept returning to what the two guys in the bar had said and each time I thought about what was going on in the toilets I was not as disgusted as the previous time. Although I would not admit it to myself after a month I was getting turned on by the thought of the nastiness of the guys in there, fucking strangers bareback etc., I felt my cock twitch each time I thought about what guys were doing in there and decided I would visit the toilets just to have a look. So with a day off work I decided to go to the other side of town and see if the stories were true. Arriving at the park mid afternoon it took me some time to find the toilets as they were quite overgrown, but someone had made a small gap in the hedge for guys to climb through. I went in through the half open door, which was bent over and wedged and before I could take anything in, the most revolting smell of stale piss hit me. It was obvious that guys still used the toilets but there was now no water to clean them. Going in round the corner of the toilets I saw there was a long floor trough and three cubicles, all of which had their doors smashed, but there was no one was inside. I breathed both a sigh of relief and of disappointment at finding the toilets empty, at this stage I was still not sure what I wanted if anything, but the nastiness of the place did have an attraction to my more depraved twisted side. I hung round for about 20 minutes, but with no one coming in I got bored and decided to leave and found a nearby bar. After having had three pints I was feeling slightly tipsy and hornier than ever. I walked out of the bar intending to get a taxi back home, but found myself walking back towards the park. It was almost dark as I re-entered the park and in the dark struggled to find the gap in the hedge, having found the gap I went back into the now dark toilets and sensed more than saw two bodies at the far end. I slowly edged towards the two bodies and as I got close in the dim moonlight I saw both guys were naked. They were both kissing each other as they wanked each others cocks. Looking closer at the two guys I shuddered as I saw they were both unattractive, their bodies looked drained and obviously both guys were over 60 years of age. Despite my disgust at these two ugly old farts, I couldn't stop my cock getting hard at the nastiness of the situation of two old naked men having sex in the most disgusting toilets I had ever been in. As I was watching the two guys one beckoned to me and then put his hand around my head and started to kiss me, gently at first, but then started sticking his tongue down my throat. I couldn't believe how hot and horny this felt and despite his age I just couldn't stop myself from returning his tongue action. The other guy started to strip off my clothes and before I really thought about it all my clothes were on the top of theirs and here I was a 30 year old man naked with two naked decrepit old guys over twice my age. But amazingly despite their outward looks of tired drained old bodies both had really big, hard and horny looking cocks, which I was soon sucking. As I was bent over sucking one of the guy's cocks, the other guy started to rub his cockhead over my brown hole, this was the first time I had felt a bare cock rub my hole and I loved the sensation it gave me. He then started to work one then two fingers up inside me and I realised he was getting my hole loosened to fuck me, I did stop sucking the other guy's cock and turned and told him I would only be fucked with a condom, to which he replied that he didn't have a condom and that he would just play around and once again started rubbing his cock over my hole. The guy whose cock I was sucking handed me a bottle, I had heard of poppers but never used them, but with the nastiness of the situation this seemed the perfect time to try them. Wow, I could not believe the buzz they gave me, as the guy behind me said "Don't panic I am just pushing it in an inch so you can see how bare cock feels" and with that he sunk his cockhead an inch or maybe a bit more into my unprotected cunt. I was given another hit of the poppers as the guy behind kept moving his large cockhead in and out of me and any pain I had originally felt soon disappeared and I was starting to enjoy the feel of his old cock inside me as he pushed even more of his large cock into me. I was both excited and afraid at the thought of having unprotected sex and said to him "What ever you do, please don't cum inside me". He replied "Don't worry I wont" and started thrusting a bit faster in me. As I continued sucking the cock of the guy in front of me, he started to piss straight into my mouth, which I began to swallow. Piss as much as anything gets me horny and with the nastiness of the place, being fucked by a dirty old man and kept being given poppers I was getting to the point where I lost all my inhibitions. I could feel the guy behind me speeding up, in a moment of sanity I asked him whether he was neg or poz, he replied, "I'm poz". The guy in front immediately gave me another hit on the poppers and I could not believe myself when I said, "Do whatever you want, I have gone past caring". The old guy fucking me said, "Do you want my poz load in you". I shouted back, "Infect me if you want, shoot your poz cum deep inside me, knock me up, I want to be pozzed" and with that I heard him groan and moan and felt his cum shooting inside my unprotected body. It was less than a week before I returned to the toilets looking for more nasty fun.

I'm writing and posting this story on behalf of a friend that's very shy and embarrassed about what he did. But, he wanted his story told so that other people can learn how to secretly enjoy a hot poz cock. I apologize if the formatting changes when I paste what he wrote below. Okay. I'll admit it. I think that taking your chances by letting a poz guy fuck you is the HOTTEST thing ever. It's scary as shit, but that only makes the fucking so much more intense! And once you had it, it's hard to go back to anything else. The thing is I don't want people to know that I secretly enjoy poz dicks. I wouldn't say that I'm "chasing" .. but I love it when a poz gets off on breeding a neg ass .. MY neg ass. It's so intense! So, here's how I went about secretly getting my last poz dick up my hole. It's easy to search for poz guys on adam4adam. I just don't want an official record that I solicited poz cock floating about. So, I messaged Cody on a4a and explained my situation. I told him that I'd have a new profile in one week and what the screenname would be. I explained to him that I wouldn't say yes to any poz cock. In fact, my answers to his questions would be the exact opposite of what I meant. He was a little confused. But, I told him he'd understand when I messaged him a week later. So, I deleted the account I had used to contact him and waited a very long week. One Week Later .. dontpozmenow: hey, remember me? We chatted a week ago! What's up? pokerlatino26x: oh yeah. what's up man? you looking now? dontpozmenow: hell no! i just want to chat. calm down. ain't no poz dude fucking my hole! pokerlatino26x: wait, i'm a little confused. dontpozmenow: what about? it's pretty simple: we can chill. but you cannot fuck me bareback; and you absolutely cannot BREED MY ASS! got it ? (That seemed to clue him in.) pokerlatino26x: oh okay. what if i wanted to eat your ass? dontpozmenow: absolutely not! pokerlatino26x: what if i wanted to pound your little ass raw with my big cock? dontpozmenow: most definitely not!!!!! (Gosh that was turning me on!) pokerlatino26x: you want it tonight? dontpozmenow: no chance at all of meeting TONIGHT !!! pokerlatino26x: well, here's my address: ********************************** dontpozmenow: don't wait up for me. i won't be knocking on your door at 1am begging to be bred! i think guys like you should be locked up and put away for even trying to poz up a neg ass. and if i did show up, don't even try to use force to get at my ass. i'll report you! pokerlatino26x: see ya! dontpozmenow: and if we EVER did meet, you most definitely must wear a condom, and keep it on the entire time. got it ? I then unlocked my nude pics to show off my hot slim body and wanting ass. pokerlatino26x: got it. (My cock already wanted to explode just chatting with him.) It was nearly 1a m and I was at outside his door. My heart was racing. This was only the second poz guy I've meet up with. I couldn't get his pictures out of my mine's eye. He was half-latino, half-white, thin to medium build, very toned, and very hung. I rang the doorbell. He let me in. And the apartment was very dimly lit. I was a little nervous at first. But, I had my eye on the prize. As soon as he shut the door, I immediately pulled down his shorts and hurriedly rushed his semi-hard thick dick into my mouth. "Wow .. you really want it," my prize said to me. I stopped for a moment, "No! I will NOT suck your dick." And then, I continued to suck on it as if my life depended on it. He hardened instantly. I was too desperate for this dick. Another hot poz guy is mine! I stood up and whispered to him "don't even think about eating my ass." My prize played along so well. He spun me around and pushed me up against the hallway wall. Before I knew it, he had my jeans down and his tongue dancing around my sphincter. I instinctively moaned, but then quickly corrected myself with "stop it! get your tongue out of my ass!" He probed his tongue deeper and faster into my hole. God, it was so wet. I can't believe how wet his tongue was. That was incredible. My god, I wasn't going to last long at this rate. And my prize seemed to sense this because only seconds later, I feel his thick hard cock prying at my hole. "Hey, stop that!" I tried to say with fake disapproval. My acting was awful. I couldn't conceal my desire. "Don't fuck my ass!" The prize played along, "you know you want it. you always wanted it." "No!" I argued. "I don't want to get fucked by your big poz cock!" He knew he had my consent now. And he didn't waste a moment. He plunged it in and didn't give me a chance to protest. A couple of quick minor thrusts, followed by a deep thrust to make sure he was all the way in me. "No," I was barely able to mumble as he slowly slid it in and out of my hole. "You like my poz dick in you?" the prize asked. "No. I don't like it. Stop please." I said with mixed emotion. The rational part of me was realizing what was happening. But the irrational side of me was winning with each gentle thrust. "Don't fuck me harder!" I insisted. "Ah yeah, you want my charged load, don't ya bendajo?" the prize teased while slipping into his native language for the perfect taunt. "No! I don't wanna be poz. Don't fuck me with your poz cock. Please!" I feigned in a convincing fashion. "Listen, bendajo, you're gonna get a poz load!" his voice was even more ominous as more of his accent was revealed and his gentle thrusts accelerated. "You ready?" "No!" I belted. The extra pain from his deeper thrusts made my complaint even more believable. "Yes, I'm gonna poz your ass!" I could barely hear him over the slapping of my ass caused by his punishing thrusts. It was too much. I felt my orgasm building quickly. There was no turning back. "No! Don't poz me! Don't breed me. Please!" My orgasm was near and I could tell the prize was about to burst too as my ass felt impossibly full of hard cock assaulting me. "Too late!" the prize corrected me. "Don't cum in my ass! Please don't poz me!" I fumbled to say as I gasped for breaths. "Soy cumming en su hembra del culo!" he whispered in my ear. I didn't know what he said, but I knew he was about to unload and I was at the brink! I let out once last "No!!!!" as I felt him erupt. My cock burst my jizz onto the wall as I felt the first wet sensation deep inside me and the pumping of his jizz. I was still gasping for breath and recovering from my intense orgasm as the prize pulled out and then quickly dress. "Leave, bendajo." he directed me. "Yes." I answered.

"He looks like Harry Potter," he told me over the phone. There I was listening to my ex-husband tell me about his latest conquest. His comments were little more than babble about a 20 year old kid with whom he had hooked up with the night before. Of course, it started out with his usual, "I met him online and he just came over for coffee." There were several reasons my ex was, just that, my ex, including his voracious appetite for hooking up without disclosing as much to me. I suppose now that he and I had officially broken-up, he was trying to turn over a new leaf to win me back. I had called to let him know I would not be home for a couple more days due to work and Pride festivities. And another reason was, to be honest I was having fun! While my ex and I continued to live in the same house, purely for financial reasons, it had was at least a civil break up, and left me free to do what I wanted without any sense of guilt. My mind was wandering as he was talking, I only heard the important stuff, namely the kid's stats and the word 'bare'. I was well aware my ex was still trying to find ways to win me back, and he had caught my attention with that one word - BARE! I had found out only four months previous I was poz. I had been to my doctor's office for a routine exam. He felt it would be good for me to have a blood test. I was not surprised when his office called to have me come back in. I almost always play bareback... in fact I often turned guys down how insisted on only playing covered. I would go to bath house and get bred in dark corners, gloryholes, steam rooms, and group scenes. I was a cum slut who offered my bare hole up too any cock willing to pump cum inside me. My record night in one bath house had ended with me losing track after 16 loads. My hole was slick and dripping cum down my thighs making it sticky as I walked to the shower. Here is my ex telling me how "Harry" only gets fucked bare. "Fuck that is hot" I responded. "Does he let ANYONE fuck him bare?" By now, my heart is pounding, the wheels are turning in my head, and my cock is getting HARD in my underwear. "Well, he says he does and he let me fill him last night." - my ex boasted. "When you come home, we could have a threesome and take turns fucking him." "Is he poz or neg?" - I asked. Being newly poz, I was asking everyone. "He is clean and neg" comes his response. I responded with "oh...Does he know I am poz?" "No, I did not tell him - says my Ex. My mind was already cooling me down. I was already thinking I was ruled out. There was no way a neg 20 yo was going to let me fuck him bare. My Ex must have sensed my disappointment cuz he quickly added - "I will tell him and mention you would be interested in a 3some." "Cool, well, I will be home in a couple more days. I guess you have time to find out." I spent the next two days wondering if my ex had told him I was poz. Even as I crawled in bed for the last night away, I wondered if this kid got scared off by my status or did he agree? I would have to find out in the morning I thought to myself. At 3 AM, I am startled awake by my cell phone. "Hello" - I said in my groggy haze. Instead of someone talking on the other end, I could hear people fucking. The sound of sex was unmistakeable - moaning, bed moving, and balls slapping against an ass. I looked at the caller id to see my home phone. Immediately, I recognized some of the moans and groans as my ex. The other set of moans and groans came from an unknown voice, but I quickly assumed it had to be "Harry". Without thinking, my hand was under the sheets stroking my pierced cock. Yup, horny sex pig I am had gotten myself a Prince Albert a few years before. I listened to the sounds of them fuck for 20-30 minutes. I could tell from the sounds my ex was getting close to blowing his load. My ex's voice breaks the moans - "Will your ass be ready for a 3-some with my ex and I tomorrow?" "U huh!" - moans Harry. "Yeah? You will ride his poz cock?" "U huh, but he has to pull out..." groaned Harry, as the sound of fucking sped up. My ex was really slamming this boy good. "We can tell him to pull out ...but I am going to pump mine in you like this!" My ex lets out a loud moan and drives his load in the hole he had been abusing. This was all the encouragement I needed. Harry was going to ride my poz cock bare after my ex loaded him up! My cock started to erupt thick strands of poz cream onto my chest and stomach!! The phone had hung up as soon as my ex finishing pumping cum in Harry. Boy, He was still pushing my buttons!! During my drive home the next day, my mind was racing. Did Harry know I was listening in? Did he know I was so turned on I blasted a load all over myself? I assumed my ex had done it as bait for me, but Harry would not know anything. I arrived home with several friends who I had gone to pride with. They all wanted to come up and say hi. No one had any idea about Harry or the phone call or even the fact the three of us would all be fucking that night!! When we walked in the apartment, my ex greeted all our friends while I placed my suitcase and laptop in my room. I came back to the living room to see everyone but Harry. I was waiting to meet Harry. "So where is your "coffee date" - coyly, I said to my ex. "Oh, he is on the balcony having a smoke." I did not want to seem to anxious so I acted unimpressed. Within a few minutes, the sliding door opens. There in the doorway is a very young looking Harry. My ex introduces him to all our friends but saves my introduction for last. When it is my turn, I smile and put out my hand. There he is a cute smile, shy look, and the prettiest baby blue eyes looking back at me through round little glasses. He does look like Harry I think to myself. I can feel lust inside me as I say - "Hi." We go back to the conversations with our friends. After about an hour, everyone leaves for their home. Harry excuses himself too saying he needed to do a couple things back at his place before joining us for dinner and drinks. As promised, Harry returns in time for dinner. The night was great. Harry had a great personality and the more wine he drank he seemed to loosen up around me. Before long it was 2 AM, all we had done was talk and have a great evening. I was getting tired so I told them I was going to bed. It was a long day plus I had the early morning phone call that had me up. After getting ready, I got naked and slip into bed. Shortly, after shutting my light off, Harry opens the door and wanders into my room. We had been drinking wine for hours so to say we were both tipsy was an understatement. Wine in hand, he starts telling me how he knows we were going to have a 3some. As I go to sit up, I bump his wine glass spilling some on my comforter. He apologizes, leaves my room, and comes back with paper towel. As I start dabbing up the red wine, he leans in closer to me. I cannot resist kissing him. Quickly, we are feeling each other up. We start undressing each other as my ex enters the room. He had orchestrated the whole thing - the dinner, the wine, and now the threesome. We all continued to undress. Harry dropped to his knees and started to blow me., but not before I got a look at his naked form. He had a hairy chest, huge set of balls that hung half way down his inner thigh, and a 7.5" uncut cock which was pointing straight up toward the ceiling. I was soon lost in the blow job. He was very good at what he did. I was ROCK hard in no time. As he sucked my knob, my ex had positioned himself behind him with his thick cut cock pushing against Harry's eager hole. Roughly, my ex shoves his entire thick cock in to the base in one move. Harry winces in pain but keeps sucking on my cock. In no time, the images from the night before are being recreated in front of me. Harry is taking it like a champ. He is enjoying being spit roasted. It seemed quick but 20 minutes later my ex lets out a GIANT groan as he is unloading in Harry's cute bubble butt. After my ex pulls out, I took my cue to move behind Harry. I finally get a look at his pale white bubble butt. It looked so edible I had to bury my tongue in his open, cum filled hole. the taste of his hot ass filled with cum only fuels my desire to finally mount him. As I do, Harry says - "fuck me bare, but remember no cumming in me. I am not poz and trying to stay that way." I am so turned on I agree and fully intend to honour his wishes. I am beginning to think there could be more for us, so I do not want to just use Harry as a fuck. He was also the first neg bottom I had played with since finding out I was poz. I did not need much lube for my Prince Albert to slide in the opening my ex had left for me. Harry moaned as I slowly pushed into him. The load of cum my ex left was lubing the sides of my cock. Harry may have been fucked by my ex but I am 7" long and quite a bit thicker than him so he moaned as I stretched him open. Since I mostly bottom myself and he was the tightest hole I ever pumped into, I realized it would not be long for me to toss a load. I took a deep breath and slowly pumped back and forth. I leaned forward and starting licking and kissing Harry's lips and tongue. He was responding to my tongue's advances with the same hunger I had for him. I kept thinking about how hot he felt on my cock. Harry was pushing back into me HARD. HE was grinding my pole deeper into him. I started pounding HARDER. This hot boy was rubbing my sides and butt with his hands as I pummelled his sweet ass. I could feel my cum load welling up in my balls. By now, my balls needed to explode. I was literally a second from exploding. I had to pull out right now, but at the same moment I was pulling out Harry's legs and hands had wrapped around me too tight for me to get out in time. My entire body and cock convulsed in unison as my poz load rocketed into his ass. It was not only exciting and relieving to pump my load out, but also I was panicking about pozzing this boys ass. At the same moment I was cumming, Harry`s hole tightened. I could feel his whole body shake as he shot his load onto the sheets beneath us. As our orgasms were waning as he released his grip on me. I slowly started to draw my cock from his ass. When my pa popped out I saw a dark drop hit the white comforter. We were SO spent from the amazing sex, the copious amounts of wine, and the late night that we fell asleep cuddling with one another. When we finally woke late the next morning , we smile and kissed each other. I asked him - ``why did you hold onto me so I could not pull out as I unloaded my poz cum. He explained - ``It was not planned. As I was about to get off I had hung onto you so I could get off. I did not realize until you were cumming it was going into me.`` He looked at me with a sparkle in his bright blue eyes. I smiled back and suggested we shower together. As I got up to leave, I looked down at the comforter to see a mix of blood and wine. Again, I wondered what had I done. I was newly poz and he was neg. I joined him in the shower. I told him how I wondered if it was ok what we had just done. There was a good chance he could now be poz. He smiled with his blue eyes and kissed me again. After seeing his eyes, I never worried or asked again. I was right. He ended up being more than just a fuck. We have been together for seven years now. We never talked about pulling out again and yes my new bf found out 4 months later he was poz too.

1. OBEY MASTER and Owner at all times. 2. NEVER question your MASTER for any reason. Every time slave addresses its MASTER, do so by using SIR or MASTER in every sentence. 3. slave is NOT allowed to use condoms,he is a BAREBACK slut for everyone. 4. slave will always be grateful for any punishment its MASTER may give to it, giving the MASTER proper thanks for it afterwards. 5. slave will never be allowed to negotiate any sexual acts with its MASTER, those decisions coming strictly from the slave owner. 6. slave will NEVER have any limits. 7. slave will always be expected to keep itself clean and in good health, telling its owner of any health issues that may arise. And always ready for use by its owner. 8. slave will always be ready to serve its MASTER 24-7-365. 9. No is NOT an option. 10. Master is allowed to expand the rules. That are my Slave rules.I WILL OBEY Thank you Master. Bobbi

i still have my first one, from 7th grade PE class in '78. got a boner when my dad showed me how to put it on, arrange my stuff in the pouch and smooth out the straps. he told me that jockstraps were magic, and that most men get that feeling when they put one on. 38 years later, I still have that reaction.

I'd love to try him!!!!!

Looking forward to this breaking of Kev's sex party cherry! Lots of poz cum flowing!

So this is the crucial bit of information. You have a choice to make. Like Mick Jagger said, you can't always get what you want. So what is important to you? Sex with strangers or your relationship? Because I'll tell you this right now: you can't have both. Not indefinitely. Sooner or later something will happen that will give you away. Your online profile will turn up. You'll catch an STD. You'll run into a trick with your bf somewhere. Your manner will change because you're lying. Something will go wrong. It always does. I will tell you this. That cheatingjock guy up there? Yeah, I'd probably fuck him. But I wouldn't want to date him. Because I'd know he wasn't trustworthy. If you decide to go ahead and fuck around behind your partner's back, you put more than the relationship on the line. What is your personal word and honor worth to you? If those things don't matter much to you, if you're willing to lie and cheat and sneak just to get a little action on the side, then you're not much of a man. Yes, being men, it's really hard to limit ourselves. Yes, being gay, we have much greater opportunities for sex. That's all well and good. But none of that means that we don't have integrity. Don't sell yourself out with this.

Give us more. Please.

My last load was a repeat session ( our third) with my m8 Russ. After a good snog and some dirty breeding chat he gave my arse a good rimming and my cock a good suck before getting on his hands and knees arse in the air so I could fuck my raw cock into him. Caprured my fuck on video and eventually I shot a big several day load deep into him. He pushed a bit out for the camera and the I ate some more spunk out to snogg with him. The rest stayed in as lube for another guy later in the day. Just uploaded the fuck to my cumjunkie's sleaze hole tumblr site....

Fock this is so hot.... blew my load twice on this chapter

LOVE swallow cum from others, but find it hard to swallow my own, after I orgasm! The exception being when I mix our cum together and then eat boths loads! That is a huge turnon! My partner loves to watch me slurp up his loads! And I try to get him to save and freeze it from his solo JO, but he seems embarrassed to do that but I love to have some around, when he's not home to swallow or use as lube on my dildo! I have mastered the ability to leak a large amount of cum, without Orgasm, then I can swallow it and keep jacking! but that takes a few hours of edging to not too many occasions I can do that!

I hate the word but his next fuck should be with a condom. A CRUEL CONDOM.

Just found this story for the first time. So damn hot and twisted! 1981Virginia, all of your stories are always so frigging hot and this one doesn't disappoint! One of my favorites of all the ones you've written!

You know, you really need to post face pics and your location so we'll recognize you and know you to go ahead and fuck you in this situation.

#4 is a lie. You know you love it.

Sure. Bring a gym bag for your clothes you want to keep dry--there is a coat check. Bring a towel. Some guys bring wet wipes. You can be naked or in a jock or whatever you want to get wet in. It is recommended that you have something on your feet. I wear my old combat boots, others do gym shoes, flip flops, etc...it is held in a back bar so the concrete floor can be cold. Drinks are covered by the admission price. Bring some tip money for the coat check and the bartender. There is usually a pool for those who like to wallow--but you can piss anywhere in the bar. I am bringing my sling for the back corner. It is a wide age range in those who attend. Piss seemed to be an older man's kink--porn is changing that--we have men from 28 to 70. I find it one of the most inclusive groups I play with--we want guys to have a great time. I am guessing you found the website to let them know you are coming. I am there for the entire 4 hours. How much fucking depends on who shows up--as is the case with any venue.

I was surfing Craigslist today, usually a waste of time because of all the poseurs and closeted guys just looking for jerk-off material and pics. But one ad caught my eye, guy claiming to be bisexual, had a motel room not too far from me. No pics, average stats, but what the hell, right? I replied to his ad and went on cruising other gay hookup sites to arrange my Saturday night dose of vitamin D ? To my surprise, he responded to my email quickly and after a brief phone call i was on my way to see him. For once, everything worked out just the way it was supposed to! He was in room 106, nude and stroking when I walked in. I wasted no time in removing my clothes and was in the bed with him within a minute or two. Fuck me! He has a beautiful, large cock, easily seven and a half inches long and just thick enough. After I sucked him for a good ten minutes he told me to assume the position. I knew which one he wanted and so I crouched on my knees and elbows and presented my ass to him. A little lube and bam! He was drilling my ass deeply! Fucking hell, it felt so damned good! I like being deep fucked by a good, long cock; too many guys just aren't long enough to get more than an inch or two inside me but this guy? He was shoving a solid four inches of hard, pounding cock up my hungry ass with every thrust! It was heavenly! We switched around positions, he took me crouched over, flat on my stomach, on my side, and on my back with my feet in the air (my personal favorite). Eventually, he came, squirting his load deep into my ass. After, I sucked his semi-hard cock clean while gently finding his asshole. He told me it has been a while since he had gay sex and I was amazing and that he normally didn't like his asshole being played with. Then he said "Do you want to fuck me?" He went on to explain that he had only bottomed twice before but he felt so relaxed how I was fingering him and that he thought my cock wasn't too big. I reached for the lube, put some on my hand and worked it into his asshole, then stroked my chub into a full hard-on. I got off the bed while he knelt on the edge of the mattress and stuck his ass out. I stepped up to his sexy butt, pressed my bare cock head against his hole and began pushing gently into him, further with each thrust. We both grunted when my cock head entered him fully and then it was just pure pleasure for both of us as drove my bare cock into his raw asshole. J fucked him for six or seven minutes straight before my balls tightened up and I came inside him. He was begging for it the whole time, wanting me to blow my load in him. So I did. I squirted my toxic seed deep into his body, where it probably still is as I write this. He didn't ask and I didn't tell. Fucking has never been better!

this is awesome. I wouldn't mind getting my ass load up with cum. I want to go to this place, I live in nyc

Would fucking love to go to sex party there. Take as many loads as possible, not knowing if the cock pumping my fuck hole is poz or not.

Actually, I was kind of happy for the break. One- I could tell I was getting dehydrated, and needed to go fill my water bottles. Two- I hadn't seen my BF Pete for several hours. Now, we're certainly okay about playing with others, but we do like to check in from time to time to make sure we're both alright and both having a good time. And three- when I parTy, I find that I get easily bored with the same 'scene,' and need new 'stimuli' to keep my interest in line with my high..... (shallow, but true). I took four water bottles to the fountain by the stairs and started filling them up, taking time to drink from the fountain between filling. I must have been a sight, 'cause I hadn't bothered to put on any shorts or a towel, and I was covered in dried j-lube and smears of crisco. A few knowing looks by passersby made me laugh at the situation. I took the bottles back to the room, grabbed my towel and headed down to the first floor to the large community shower to clean up. The place was pretty dead, save for the lonely souls pacing the hallways looking for one more hookup. The sound of the shower drew a few curiosity seekers as I soaped my body over and over, trying to remove the layers of grease, lube and bodily fluids. As much as I like sleaze, cleaning up occasionally becomes a necessity. Plus, the open exhibitionism in a public shower revs up all those old high school and college gym fantasies! And...gettin' clean just means that I get to start gettin' dirty all over again!!! After drying off, I stopped by the front desk to trade my towel in for a fresh one. Randy (a playbuddy) was working. Sometimes we trade stories or information about patrons, but he had a line of guys waiting to check in, so he was trying to be very professional. "You wanna go ahead and renew? Your time's just about up," he asked. "Shit! What time is it?" I said, wondering where the time had gone. "Nine-thirty Sunday morning, babe," Randy replied. I handed over my key to get my wallet out of the lockbox, and renewed one more time. "Thanks, man," I said, winking at Randy, and trying to remember where the last 36 hours had gone... On the way back to the room, I stopped on the second floor to check for any action. Coming down one of the hallways toward me, I saw a hot guy with his towel slung over his shoulder. He was stopping at open doors and checking out the inhabitants, and tugging on a very shrunken dick. As I got closer, I realized it was my BF Pete! "Hey, hot man!" I said, grabbing his muscular ass. He stared at me, clearly spun out of his mind, before finally recognizing me. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed, realizing how out of it he must have been to not recognize his lover. "I think you need some water, honey," I said, rubbing our stubbled cheeks together. "Uh-huh," he replied, clearly coming out of 'cruise mode,' and relaxing into my arms. I walked him to the nearest water fountain and made him drink. Then we continued up the stairs to the third floor, where I led him to the single shower stall and made him rinse off. The brief shower seemed to sort of revive him, and we headed back to the room for more water and a cigarette. After he'd finished one of the bottles of water, I handed him a bottle of Gatorade (really - just Gatorade!!!) to replenish his electrolytes. "Just sip it, babe," I cautioned. Within about 20 minutes, I could see he was starting to look and act more coherent - - - and glad that I had rescued him. Make no mistake...we were both still high...just a little more in control. "So, how many loads ya got?" I asked, easily sliding two fingers into his wrecked hole. "Mmmmmmmmm," he moaned, raising his hips to impale himself on my fingers. "I sorta lost track... got at least two from the black guy you left me with. He was fuckin' hot - and man could he fuck! Glad you fisted me before we hooked up - he was amazed at how easy I took him," Pete said, dreamily recounting the evening. "Then, when I couldn't find you, I went to the maze and laid in the sling for awhile and took - uhhhh - maybe three more loads. One guy asked if I wanted to come back and party with him and his boyfriend, so I ended up in the "Blacklight Room" for awhile. They had some reallllllly good shit - guess that's where I got so fucked up...." he said, caressing my wrist as I worked fingers three and four into his slimy hole. "Hey, how are we on time?" Pete asked. "Don't worry, babe. I already renewed us - - - again," I reassured him. "How much ice we got left?" he said, referring to Miss Tina. With my free hand, I reached deep into one of my leather boots and pulled out two fresh quarter bags. "Ya think this'll last us?" I smiled. "I dunno. The way I feel right now, I could spend another day here," he grinned. I hid the bags again, and pulled my fingers out of his ass. Grabbing a paper towel off the roll we'd brought with us. I wiped my hand dry of the lube and cum from Pete's hole. Then I rummaged through our duffle bag and pulled out some more leather. "Here - put these on," I said, tossing a pair of black leather chaps onto his chest. I found my own pair of Nasty Pig rubber chaps with the red stripe down the side, and sat down to put them on. Pete knew where I was going with this. If you wanna play rough, it helps to look the part! He found our leather harnesses, and we helped each other put them on. Next came the armbands. Pete picked a pair of black leather ones with a red stripe, and I found a pair of black leather ones with black pyramid studs. All through the ritual of dressing each other, we kissed and touched each other's hot bodies - reconnecting after a long night of being apart. "Pig!" "Whore!" "Slut!" "Fucker!" we called each other...the names that had originally drawn us to each other. "God, you're hot!" I said, before plunging my tongue down his throat. "Mmmmm - and I love you!" he growled in my ear. Pete dug into the duffle bag again, fishing around, and finally came up with a small plastic pill bottle. He opened the top and shook a variety of different colored pills into his palm. Poking them around with his index finger, he finally chose a pink one. Holding it up for me to see, he said, "A little X?" "Throw me into that briar patch, daddy!" I answered. He bit the pill in half, and placed one half on my tongue and the other on his. We took turns swigging more Gatorade to wash it down, and lit two more cigarettes to pass the time while the added drug started to take effect. "Hey, where's that new fisting DVD?" Pete asked. (We had brought a small portable DVD player and hooked it up to the small TV in the room, so we could add to the porn choices that were available. Sometimes, after being at the baths for as long as we had, you start seeing the same stuff over and over again - - - and our choice of the harder core videos can attract a "certain type" of audience to our room if they're bored with some of the more "vanilla" offerings...) I found it and popped it in the player. It was full of hot, hairy daddies in leather, fisting each other in a dungeon. Between the ample drugs, my hot boyfriend, and whoever was wandering the hallways - - - we were going to do our best to bring the DVD to life!!! The "X" started as a slow vibration across my chest - - - then spread down my torso - - - and eventually hit my asspucker. "You feelin' it, babe?" I asked. "Mmmmm-hmmmmm," Pete answered dreamily, letting his fingers lightly graze his sensitive nipples. I moved between his legs, letting my tongue trace a path from his stretched balls - up his hairy abs - to his eraser tits - and finally to his mouth. "Let's go get fucked," I whispered in his ear. "Just as soon as we do a bump," Pete whispered back. Not that we needed any more Tina - - - but when you get to a certain state - - - you think more just makes it .........more! I picked up the bag that we'd been using, and rolled a bottle of poppers over it to crush the few remaining shards into a fine powder. Pete laid back and spread his cheeks to expose his swollen hole. I licked my index finger and stuck it in the baggy, making sure I got a good dose to adhere. "Open up for Daddy!" I teased, while carefully guiding the crystal-covered finger toward Pete's hole. "Push it out, pig!" I commanded. The purple ring started to open, revealing the red inner folds of his rectum. "Fuck yeah! Show me that rose," I encouraged him. When he was good and open, I inserted my finger, watching it disappear in the warm tissue of his ass. "Fuccccckkkkkkk!" Pete moaned. I kept going until I was buried up to the last knuckle, and then slowly rotated my finger to make sure the drug was completely deposited in his fuckhole. When I finally pulled my finger out, I stuck it in my mouth and swabbed my lower gums to deposit any leftover Tina - - - and some strange cum that was deep in Pete's ass... "Okay - me next," I said, handing him the baggie and getting on my hands and knees. He returned the favor, giving me a liberal bump for the road. We snapped leather codpieces to the fronts of our chaps (so we would be free to move about the bathhouse without being called out bv the management for public nudity), and headed out the door to find some action. We heard some movement in the room next to ours (The Leather Dungeon - so called because it comes with a sling and a small jail cell - but the mattress sits directly on the floor and is not the easiest to fuck on). Most of the doors to the rooms were closed - and those that were open were either vacated and waiting to be cleaned, or had somebody laying on their stomach - ass up ready for cock. We walked by a pair of twinks who giggled nervously, staring at the two of us in head-to-toe leather on a Sunday morning. We went down the stairs to the second floor and found things much the same. (The second floor has all single rooms, some with TVs and some without - no 'specialty' rooms. But - - - this is where the maze/darkroom is! We slowly headed toward the entrance of the maze, taking our time so we might catch a glimpse of someone entering or leaving.

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Part 3 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. What happened next took me totally by surprise. As Randy began to feed me his cock he said to Seth "Is he as hot of a fuck as I thought he would be?" Seth let Randy know that I was a hotter fuck then he imagined and I was primed for more raw cock. Seth then pulled his softening cock from my hole. As Randy was ready to take his place he asked if Seth had a prepared point for him to use. I wasn't sure what they were talking about until I saw Seth handed Randy a syringe. Seth asked me if I'd like to try a point. I was totally clueless by this point and my head seemed a little foggy (for some strange reason). Randy, who had me pinned to the bed with his hard cock already lodged inside me, answered for me in the affirmative. I could barely see as Seth approached my right side. I could feel a tight strap on my upper arm as I asked what were they doing. Seth and Randy were talking like I wasn't in the room as he told his roommate that he had already snaked a few good shard and his Tina covered cock inside me earlier. I then felt a coolness on my arm followed by a slight pinch. Then the tight strap on my arm was removed and my entire world changed. I had a strange taste in the back of my mouth and began to cough out hard as Randy let up on the force he was using to hold me down to the bed. Then I watched as they both injected something (probably the same stuff I was just given) into their arms. Each guy coughed out (not as hard or as many times as I had) as I swear I felt Randy's cock grow inside me). Randy said he loved being inside a dudes ass when he slams before doing his own slam and that I was in for a good fucking and probably a couple loads before he'd pull out. By this point the only thing on my mind was getting fuck by him and anyone else I could find. Randy then set about to do exactly as he described as Seth left the room leaving the door open for anyone to see the action. My attention returned to Randy and his cock fucking my hungry hole. Suddenly I was made aware of a small crowd that began to gather at the door. It was a turn on to be watched as Randy began to add his own load to what Seth had already deposited. Like his roommate he never let up until he gave a total of 3 loads before pulling out. Before someone else could mount me Seth returned to announce that the sling was open and being held for me.

If no lube is available, I eat ass, then ram my dick in. Works every time. Guys fucking me do the same. I tried being fucked with an unlubed ass, it hurt like hell, then it got easier. Cum acts as natural lubricant. After the first cumshot, I was good to go. Read1

All through high school I knew I was gay, and at 5'8", 125 pubs (soaking wet) I was an easy target. One guy in particular bullied me through senior year. His name was Elliot Warner Ray and his family was very prominent in the community. It left me with very little recourse except to take what he was dishing out. That amounted to the occasional time he'd get me alone where he forced me to suck him off. I learned quickly through him raping my mouth not only how to give great head, but the joys of swallowing cum. After graduation he went to work for his father before heading to a prominent university on the east coast. I was not as lucky as he was and has to settle for the local community college. I was able to get a job at a local fitness club where I quickly made friends with a number of the personal trainers. They were really cool with me and offered to help me bulk up. Through nutritional advice and regular workouts I started to put some muscle on my skinny frame. Then one day they asked me if I'd be interested in something 'special' to help me along. Before I knew it I was taking steroids and was gaining muscle really fast. These guys became really good friends and when labor day weekend came they invited me to spend the weekend with them. Three of the trainers rented a house nit far from this club. It started off as a typical weekend. They had a pool I their back yard and I soon we were swimming. This was the first time I noticed that they had matching tattoos. It was of a rattle snake on the upper left side of their chest. I commented on how hot the tattoo looked and thought maybe I could get the something. They told me that there was only one way that I could get the tattoo and they'd even pay for it.....I'd have to let them fuck me. One of them actually was hoping I'd be interested especially since I was going to be spending the weekend with them and they wanted to party with me. I kind of knew what he meant, but has never done drugs before. He said that they would take care of me if I wanted to party with them and have the best sex of my life. I let them know that the only sexual experience I've had so far were the blow jobs my high school bully forced on me. They pulled a strange pipe out and began smoking it and before I could answer they had me taking my first hit. As they taught me how to smoke from the pipe one of the guys got me a shot to drink. They told me to swallow down the shot and follow it with a good amount of Gatorade. I followed their instructions and the shot treated nasty. We all settled down and before to long I was feeling really horny and the guys has me down on my knees as they began taking turns with my mouth. As I was really going to town sucking one if the guys cocks I felt someone behind me as two hands were in my ass cheeks and a tongue began to probe my hole. I couldn't help myself as I began to moan around the cock in my mouth. One of the guys suggested we move this to the basement where we could get more comfortable. Down in the basement they had a sex room set up. A bed was on one side, a couch I the other and in the middle they had hanging from beams in the ceiling a sling. They told me to climb in and get comfortable, but once I was I the sling I was theirs until Monday afternoon. For some unknown reason I climbed into the sling and got comfortable. They then secured my feet in stirrups attached to the chains and my wrists were put into restraints. I was truly theirs, there was no escape. While they were restraining me my cock got very hard. My body knew I needed this even if my mind want sure. Before I knew it one of the guys appeared with a syringe I his hand as another one was tying a piece if exercise tubing on my upper arm. They told me to keep still as they give me a slam as Tina (the same stuff I had been smoking earlier). I watched as they stuck the needle in one of my prominent veins, then they explained as a flash of blood appeared in the barrel that they were making sure the needle was in the vein, before they slowly emptied the contents. When the tubing was removed grill my arm I felt a warmth rush into my chest just before I started to cough really hard. As I was coming out of my coughing fit I noticed that the guys each doing themselves. I then felt someone resume licking my ass as one of the guys leaned over to kiss me before giving me his cock to suck. Now I had never been fucked before but my ass was screaming to be filled. As the guys tongued my hole and I sucked a nice cock I was moaning in pure pleasure. I took a moment to pause sucking on the cock in my mouth to beg who ever it was between my legs too fuck me. I went back to sucking cock when I felt the tip of a cock at my hole. As the cock st my hole pooped through I thought Fuck, it felt so damn good to finally get fucked. When I was allowed to see the stud who has taken my cherry, I was pleasantly surprised to see the trainer who has helped my shape my new body. He looked down at me and commented on what a stud I've become as his cock bottomed out. He then began to slowly pull out and push back in waiting for me to get accustomed to his penetration. When he finally started to really fuck me my wrists were released. He guided my hand to my hole do I could feel his steel spike as it pistoned in my hungry hole. As I felt his cock moving in and out I never felt a condom. I then asked if he put a condom on, I was taught never to fuck without one. He looked down saying I never asked for one and besides, he never uses them, that it feels so much better raw and he began to fuck me harder. He was really hitting something deep inside me cause it made me forget about the condom and give into the pleasure I was feeling of my first fuck. As he continued to fuck me I face into the bareback fuck buy asked him not to cum inside me. He asked me not to what. I again after him not to cum inside me. He acted like he couldn't really hear what I said and again said don't do what and then I yelled cum inside me. He then said oh ok, and I felt his cock getting harder and he began to getting as he slammed into my hole and I felt his cock spasming. I'm sure he saw the look of shock on my face when he leaned in kissed me and whispered, I never pull out until I cum. My cock was so hard thinking about what just happen and before I knew it he pulled out and another one of the guys took his place. At this point I didn't care about condoms or where the guy shot his load. (Next Chapter, my high school bully returns)

It wasn't easy to earn my rattle snake tattoo. For the next several weekend I would have to get off work at the same time as my 3 trainer friends on Saturday, go with them to the 4 bedroom house they rent, get slammed and then fucked by each one. I stopped thinking about safe sex, only wanting their raw chicks and cum inside me. During the week they began to work with me on becoming a personal trainer. It had been about a month since the labor day party when I started to feel sick. I was at the club and had to leave early. My three buddies seemed pleased I was starting to become ill and told me to go home, get some rest and drink plenty of fluids. I was sick for 4 days which gave me time to study for my personal trainer's test. I had to take my test that Saturday morning and the club would get the results Monday. After my test I was to go over the the house for our usual party and play. When I got to the house I found my friends in the living room already naked and smoking. I joined them and quickly stripped and began to smoke. We wasted no time and headed down to the basement where points were wading. They had taught me how to administer my own slam a couple weeks back and we each grabbed a point and did our slams. As I rode my rush I was surprised that I wasn't going to be the center of the action as it seemed we were going at it with each other. We kissed, licked, sucked and fucked each other until the next morning. Monday at work started lime a normal day until I was about to get off work. The guys came to me letting me know that they think I've earned my rattle snake tattoo. First of all I passed my personal trainers test. Second they needed to take me to the free clinic for a blood test. I couldn't understand what a blood test had to do with the tattoo until we got to the clinic. The guys new the nurse who was going to preform my tests. First he did a swab of the inside of my cheek before he took some blood for confirmation of the rapid test. I asked him what the tests were for when he said congratulations the rapid test came back positive. My buddy's were with me and could see the confusion and worry on my face when they finally let me in I their secret, they were all HIV+, and they wanted me to become one of their brothers so they needed to poz me. For some strange reason I was so turned on at what they just told me. They then asked me to move into the house with them and now that I'd be making more money as a personal trainer I could afford living with in the house. It was great living with these guys. We each had our own bedroom, but I don't think I ever slept alone. One night I might have one of the guys fuck me before were fell asleep our I might fuck one of them. About a month later in mid November I had heard a rumor about my former high school bully, Elliot Warner Ray. The word I heard was that he was kicked out of the prestigious university he was attending, and would be back home. Sure enough right before Christmas he came into the club. I knew he wouldn't recognize me, since graduation I had put on a significant about of muscle, grew my hair out long and ditched my glasses for contracts. One of my roommates knew about him and his gay bashing. They all wanted to knock him down a peg or two. I was so wanting to get him. We came up with a plan. We told Elliot about the girl that was going to be at the house for a party that was 'easy'. We knew how much of a player he was so it was so easy to get him over to the house. Once he was there we made it seem like he was the first to arrive. We should his drink and after he drank his second one it was very easy getting him down to the basement. He settled a little as we removed his clothes before securing him in the sling. We waited as the G we aimed his drink with wore off. He was still a little out of it as we administered a shot of tri-mix to his cock to make sure he was hard as steel, then tied off his upper arm preparing him for his first slam. Once he seemed to comprehend what was going on I asked him if he was ready to be our bitch. He thrashed about against his restraints yelling for us to release him. We just laughed as a piece of exercise band was tired tightly to his upper arm warning him that he best keep still or risk serious injury as we made sure he saw the needle that was about to go into his arm. He turned his arm as he laid there in the sling still as instructed. It turned me on as I watched the great Elliot Warner Ray, the guy who tormented me throughout my senior year about to be reduced to a Tina bitch! As the point wasted his vein you could see the look of horror in his eyes. With the flash of his blood in the chamber my cock twitched, as the plunger was pushed and the entire .5 slam was pushed into his blood system a small bit of precum oozed out my piss slit, and when the tourniquet was removed and Elliot began to cough I readied myself to take his neg virgin ass. As I stepped up between his legs one of my roommates sprinkled some Tina in my loved covered cock informing me that this was done when they took my virginity. I looked at our victim as I placed the tip of my cock against his hole. I really liked what I saw as I looked down at Elliot. His pupils were dark and as large as saucers. His protests were no more as the tip of my cock slipped into his hole. A sight moan escaped his lips as I sank in deeper, the Tina on my cock tearing into the delicate tissue of his ass. I pushed in balls deep getting a slight yelp from him, a mix of pain with the pleasure he was going to learn to enjoy by the time we were finished. I held my cock still inside him waiting to judge his reaction. I could see the confusion in his eyes, a confusion between 'I'm strait' and 'Damn this feel so good' as I face his hard cock a squeeze to help him make up his mind. I knew which side won as he began to (seemingly) involuntarily began to wiggle his ass. I pulled my cock back a bit before trusting back in eliciting a definite pleasurable moan from Elliot. I then asked him if he was starting to enjoy my gay dick in his strait ass (mirroring what he has said to me when he forced me to suck his cock, he'd look down at me asking if I enjoyed his strait cock I my gay mouth). He didn't say a word as I began to work up to a good rhythm. I didn't want this fuck to last too long knowing my roommates were waiting for their turn. As I really got going I leaned in wanting to let my former high school bully who I was and that I was about to breed him like he has done to so many at our high school. I looked him in the eye and medical told him, putting on a good build, growing out my hair and with contacts he never recognized who I was. I gave him a clue when I added that I bet he'd recognize me if I was on my knees with his strait cock I my gay mouth. I could see the wheels spinning as he figured out that I was the fag he bullied all last year I high school. I could feel my balls begin to tighten up and knew I was about to blue my dirty cum inside the strait boy. I closed my eyes and let Elliot know that although my first load was going into his ass, I'd give him an opportunity to swallow my next load. Then I shouted out 'FUCK' as I slammed in balls deep and shot a 2 weeks worth load deep inside as I pooped passed his third ring. I could tell he felt every Siam of my cock as I looked deep into his eyes. I face him a kiss he wasn't prepared for as his lips were slightly parted and my tongue forced into his mouth. What surprise me was how he seemed to instinctively accept my kiss. When the kids broke it looked like there was a change in his brain as my semi-hard cock slipped from his ass. I moved aside to let one of my roomies take his turn as I moved up to Elliott's head with my cock covered in his has juices and some of my cum. I placed it choose to his lips as someone released his hands. Once his hands were free he grabbed my ass and pulled me in sui he could get his first taste of cock. I leaned my head back as he took my rod sub to the root. His talent surprised me and I could tell mine wasn't the first cock gee ever sucked. As his ass got fucked he brought life back to my tool. As he was about to take his second load in his hole I was getting ready to feed him my second load. I heard my roommate grunt as he deposited his sperm deep I his bowel. This sent me over the edge. I decided not to warn him of my eminent orgasm, but it was clear to me he didn't want me to pull out as he kept his hands on my ass. I looked at Elliot as I vent my balls boil over and my cum began to flow into his mouth. He hungrily swallowed every drop I fed him. As the next roomie slid his Tina covered cock in I asked Elliot 'What the fuck?' He let me know that while drunk one night he had experimented with a fraternity brother I college, but thought it wasn't for him, but for some reason he was enjoying everything we were doing to him as he grabbed his hard cock adding that he never hit this hard with his frat brother. I hadn't the heart to tell him about the tri-mix we injected into his cock to make sure he was hard. Elliot took 3 to 4 load in his ass from each of us and a couple more down his throat....did we just turn this strait boy gay?

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Drugged and Pozzed (Pt 1) Let me start off by introducing myself. I am Kyle MacIntyre. I am about 5'10”, 135 pounds with light brown hair and hazel eyes. I am in good shape since I played sports at my high school. I had just turned 18 and was living in the burbs of Chicago when all this happened. It was a long weekend and my parents were out of town and since my parents didn't like me having parties (with out neighbors they'd find out), some buddies of mine wanted to go into the city to hit some bars. We had fake ID's and thought it would be a good way to kill the weekend. At 9 pm Friday night we jumped into my friends car and headed down to Wrigleyville, the area around Wrigley Field (the Cubs ballpark). We went up and down the streets around the area and had no problem getting into any bar. As the night got late we heard of this dance place on Belmont called Berlin. We decided to check it out. As we paid our cover and headed in to check the place out. I needed to take a piss bad so as my buddies headed to the dance floor, I hit the john. When I came out I couldn't find them anywhere. I checked out the entire place when I stopped at the bar. Figured I'd grab a beer and wait to see if they found me. I stood at the bar and noticed this one guy sitting there looking at me. I just stood there and drank my beer. Then I noticed him getting up and he came over to me. He was a good size guy and looked to be in his early 20's. 6'2”, 190 pounds, black hair that was buzzed short. He was very muscular and looked like a bad ass. He held out his hand and introduced himself. 'Hi, I'm Jake. I noticed the guys you came in with. They chased out of here after a group of babes.' 'Hi Jake I'm Kyle. I guess I'll just text them and find out where they are headed.' I then grabbed my phone and noticed that the battery was dead. Now what was I to do. I had to either find them or a way back to the burbs. I guess I'll have to take the train from down town. Jake and I stood there chatted for a few minutes I told him about me, how I was hear with my buds and even let it slip that I was actually 18 and my parents were out of town till Tuesday. Jake Offered to buy me another beer and then all of a sudden I started to feel funny. Jake said I should get some air and we headed out side. We had started down the street when I passed out...... When I passed out Jake threw me over his shoulder and carried me. I don't know where he took me, but when we got there one of the guys who lives there opened the door and in we went. I was taken down to the basement and stripped. The guy who owned the house came in and spoke to Jake and the other guy, Adam. Adam was a little shorter and younger then Jake. His build was similar to mine. The guy who owned the house was named Will. He was in his 30's, 5'11”, 160 pounds with a shaved head. He told Jake and Adam to get me ready. I came to as they shoved a couple pills in my mouth and gave me something to drink and told me to swallow. I barely heard them say that the Viagra and ecstasy would take effect in a bit and to finish shaving him down. As I looked down I was in a sling with my wrist and ankles tied down so I could not get up. I was still a little groggy but could tall that my arms and legs were shaved smooth, and now my crotch was being shaved. I looked up at Jake and he looked down at me and said "Relax, you're going to be feeling real good soon." They finished shaving me down, damn I looked like I was 12 year old with no pubic hair. Then I was introduced to Adam as he walked over to Jake. Adam had a syringe in his hand and stuck it in Jake's arm. I am still a little groggy, but I was getting a little worried. Adam pulled it out of Jake's arm then stuck it in his. I looked at Jake and he was taking off his clothes and I noticed he had a hard on showing through his boxer briefs. I didn't notice Adam approach me with the same syringe he used on Jake and himself until he stuck it in my arm. I felt a rush and coughed. WOW was I feeling good. "What was that stuff?" I asked. All Adam said was, "Welcome to Ms. Tina." As Adam began to undress Jake walked up between my legs and stroked my hardening dick. He looked down at me and said 'I have first honors of welcoming you to our family.' With that he knelt down and I felt him licking my ass. It felt incredibly good with a tingle up my spine. Adam was now naked and he came over to my head, leaned down and kissed me. I had never kissed a guy before today, hell I was straight with a girlfriend before today, but now I was kissing a guy and enjoying it. Was it the drugs or the act I don't know and don't care cause it felt awesome. Adam stopped kissing me and I saw his hard dick at the level of my mouth. Adam looked down at me and said 'Time to learn how to suck some cock.' With that said he brought his cock near my mouth and I opened up with out hesitation. Slowly Adam worked his cock to the back of my mouth. Adam told me to breath through my nose to help if I felt like I was going to gag. As Adam's cock neared my throat I never felt the urge to gag. This seemed natural to me. As Adam's cock was entering my throat for the first time I felt a mouth on my hard, cock as a finger slid into my ass. WOW what a sensation. This was all feeling so incredible. Why hadn't I ever thought about sex with another guy before this was beyond my thoughts. The mouth was removed from my dick and I heard Jake says 'He's ready, he is way ready for this.' Adam pulled his cock out of my mouth and turned my head to see Jake as he lined up his cock at my ass and push in. OH MY GOD! This feels so good. Adam grabbed my head and pulled it back to his throbbing cock and again I was sucking his dick. Jake started off slowly fucking me, but in time he started to pound my hole. Adam began to hold the back of my head and I could hear him begin to breath heavier. I had an idea he was about to cum and for the first time I was not sure what to do, but Adam had already decided. He had a tight grip on my neck and head I was not going to be able to do anything other then take his cum in my mouth. Then is happened, Adam yelled out 'I'm cumming!' and I felt his cock shoot its load in my mouth. He looked down and simply said 'Swallow it all boy.' As Adam was finishing his orgasm, Jake was getting rougher on my ass. It felt like he was tearing it up some and a few minutes later Jake was breathing harder when he looked into my eyes and said 'Are you ready for me charged load?' I was a little confused not knowing what a charged load was, but all I could think to say was 'Yes, yes, yes, give me your charged load.' With that said he shouted out 'Take my poz seed boy, welcome to the family.' POZ SEED! Does that mean what I think it does? The world seem to be spinning around me. This all felt so strange, yet very, very good! All of a sudden I felt another stick in my arm, another warm feeling and a stronger couch then before and I was flying and all of a sudden didn't care. I wanted more.

Most guys reach puberty and 12/13. Once that testosterone starts flowing through their bodies they're sprouting boners throughout the day and night. They are at the age where semen is constantly accumulating and there is a physical need to release it. Virtually all boys after reaching puberty and throughout their teen years jerk off at least once a day and, more likely, multiple times. Even if they're shooting a few loads during the day, they still may have a nocturnal emission because the semen has built up enough in a few hours that it has to be released. I would say the age of consent for a boy should be 16. Give him a few years of playing with his cock and exploring every fantasy he might have. Give him a few years to let his mental maturity catch up with his physical maturity. If an adult forces himself on the boy without his consent, then it's rape and should be prosecuted as such. If the boy has been fantasizing about cock for a few years, once he reaches 16 and is now legal, he is going to go on a non-stop search for it. Most, whether or not they admit it, love finding a Daddy to teach them. They can get on their knees and slobber all over that fat Daddy meat and learn that their job is to service and worship Dad's cock until it explodes in the boy's mouth. And when they first get their holes played with and tongue fucked they quickly learn where cock should go. They'll start thinking only about sitting on cock and riding it as much as they can. Cock sucking will no longer be enough. Getting boned and bred will dominate the rest of their lives.

This is a fiction section, right? This story begins about 10 years ago. I've never been good at picking up girls, or guys for that matter. So, when my recent virtually sexless, long-term relationship ended, I was looking for something simple, easy, and no strings attached. I had never had any sexual encounters with men, at this point, but I had enjoyed some gay/ts porn. it wasn't a completely foreign idea for me, and it was beginning to look like a less complicated and easy way to get laid. So, at this point in time I've been sex-starved for as long as I can remember, and still reeling from breaking up with my ex, so it wasn't long before my curiousity had me signing up on a few online hook-up sites. I was also incredibly worried about running into somone i knew, so I was looking for guys 40 or older to avoid friends or acquaintences around my age. I quickly realized that most people loved 'chatting' about what they wanted to do or what you were interested in, but rarely would anyone follow through to meet. I did understand it was an easy forum to lie about yourselft, but I was very naive about how easy it was to take a poz load without knowing. As with most younger people, I was a bit insecure about myself from a physical standpoint. At 5'6" 150-160lbs, I wasn't a hard body, but I was by no means hideous. i've always looked quite young for my age. Even though I was 25, people rarely thought i was older than 19-20. I had dark hair, blue-eyes and a pretty clean-cut look and style. I guess I gave off an impression of being innocent from my looks and mannerisms, but it wasn't a completely accurate representation, beyond the fact that a 25-year-old has a lot to learn. What began as a novelty, quickly grew. Within a month I had joined three online sites. I really enjoyed looking at the pictures and reading the profiles, but I remained hands-off, otherwise. Slowly, i started to contact profiles I found interesting. I quickly realized people like to talk about meeting and never actually meet - even if interested. I was quite anxious about having my first experience. By this point, I've been fantasizing about it nearly everyday. After a couple months, I finally found somoene interested in meeting. He was tall, a bit gawky looking and had a 7inch average width cock. I was rock-hard and oozing pre-cum as i sucked on his cock - I enjoyed it much more than having my own cock sucked. Beside the fact it was my first gay experience, it was pretty basic. He asked me if I wanted him to wear a condom, and i replied that i'd like to feel it without one for my first time. He ate my ass a bit before sliding inside me. He was careful, because he knew it was my first time. I enjoyed it but I did not stay hard as he fucked me. I was too focused on the first cock spreading me open. It felt really good, but i forgot to get myself off. As he got close, i asked him to tell me when he was cumming. I couldn't feel it inside me, but when he pulled out I loved the warm sensation as it seeped out over my balls as i lay prone on my bed. While it was enjoyable, I felt a bit short-changed. My thirst was not quenched, you could say. I was still a bit scared about hooking up with random men, though. Shortly after that first experience, I will admit to flaking out on a hook-up. His cock was really big and i was a bit scared. It's unfortunate, because he's one of those guys i'd love to hook-up with now, but the bridge was burned a long time ago. Shortly after this I began chatting with a nice guy in m4sn. I cannot remember his exact age, but he was 15-20 years older. He had blue eyes, a shaved head and a toned body that requires dedication to a gym. We talked about the normal stuff trying to see if our wants were complimentary. I was a bit in disbelief such a hot guy was interested. I was not out-of-shape, but I wasn't toned either. As i said before, i was a bit naive about online hook-ups. He mentioned my profile said 'anything goes.' I had no idea what some of the terms meant beside their obvious dictionary meaning. I mentioned that I was quite new to all of this and asked if I had misunderstood something. He told me he wasn't 100% sure of the meaning either. we chatted some more about what we would like to do. I said i was only interested in bottoming and that I didn't like kissing, and he was vers but did not mind only topping. he asked if i had ever been tied up, and if i'd mind having my hands bound. I said that sounds like it could be really hot. His profile also mentioned 'anything goes' as a preference. He listed himslef as negative, but for using condoms his respons was 'no preference.' As we chatted, he also said he was disease free. I don't think we ever chatted about condom use. I was too distracted. He was very sexy. We planned a hook-up after chatting for a while. He lived in A^2/Yspsi area, so it was a very short drive for me. I was extremely nervous. My heart was racing the entire drive. My cock was rock hard and I wouldn't be surprised if I had a wet spot on my pants when I entered his apartment building. A quiet, unassuming and niver person opened the door. We awkwardly chatted in his living room, until the conversation lead us to the bedroom. He asked me if I wanted to be tied up, and I siad yes. I quickly shed my clothes and hopped on his bed. He sat down next to me asn asked if i was experienced, and whether I preferred to use condoms. I said that I had very few experiences and that i prefered my partner to use a condom. I joked that my reasoning was because it felt the same for me either way. I obviously told a little white lie. I had only hooked up one time, and i asked him for fuck my bareback. I genuinely wanted it bare my first time, but i was way too scared to make it a regular thing. In my mind, i decided i would use condoms after that initial experience. As he took off his clothes, i noticed he has a large tattoo of something on his upper body. At first, i didn't try to recognize what it was. Soon, i realized it was a very large scorpion tattoo. Although i didn't say anything, I thought briefly thought about what it could possibly mean - quickly shrugging off the obvious as paranoia. During this short conversation, he pulled out some rope and lube. I got into position on my back with my arms bound by rope to each bedpost. He positioned himself between my legs pressing his hard cock between us. i could feel it's warmth as i lay acrose my once-used little hole. He slid it slowly up and down between my crack sometimes pressing it against me with more force - it felt amazing. This went on for a while. I was looking up at him with my arms tied, enjoying everything he was doing. He then grabbed some lube and put some on a finger or two and started working them into me. I was very inexperienced and even one finger made me hurt a bit. I still hadn't completely relaxed when he started to push his unlubed cock into my little hole. it hurt quite a bit, and he didn't even get inside me. I told him that he needed lube. I was a little scared, since i was tied up at this time. He grabbed some lube and put a liberal amount on his cock - probably too much, but good for a beginner. I didn't even think to ask him to put a condom on, even though we had just talked about it. At some point while he was fucking me I asked him not to cum inside me. He push my legs back as far as they could stretch and slowly pressed his thick cock into me. It wasn't huge, but it was a nice thickness and length. It was a perfect cock. i loved the shape. the head was a bit larger, and it was really hard. I definitely like the harder ones more than the big spongy ones. It hurt quite a bit. I thought it was be easier the 2nd time, but i guess he was alot thicker than the first person i hooked up with. He slowly slid the full-lenght of his cock in and out of my aching asshole. i was starting to get worried that this was going to be all pain. We were staring into each others eyes most of the time and i was getting a much better look at his tattoo as he hovered over me. I started to finally relax after a minute or two of slowly taking his the full length of his cock. He must have noticed a different look on my face, as i started to enjoy it. He quickened his pace a bit, and i started to really enjoy it. The countour of his rock hard cock felt amazing. Then he slowly leaned down toward me and we started kissing. I wasn't sure i'd like it, but it was nice. He asked why i kissed him if i didn't like kissing. i said that it felt good while being fucked well. He continued to fuck me; playing with my cock. Keeping me hard was not difficult. After a while he force my legs further back and in the air and started pounding me. I had never been fucked like this before, and i was really enjoying it. He was ramming his thick cock into me as hard as he could and looking into my eyes. This went on for what seemed like an eternity. Soon he let my legs down and re-lubed my cock and played with it as he fucked with good pace from his new position. My body was so overstimulated, i wasn't going to last long with him playing with my cock. I was pulling with quite a bit of force on my bidnings. I felt my orgasm rising as I tried to prolong the build up as long as I could. Soon I started cumming. It was so strong and lasted for so long, that at the peak i started to see bright lights in my vision. It may have only been a few seconds, but it felt like a minure or more of my cock convulsing and cumming. He kept stroking me as i came. i couldn't stop the overstimulation. I thought I was going to pass out. I can only assume he knew i came - it had to be obvious. There were rope marks etched into my skin from how hard i was pulling on my bindings. Not long after i came, he told me he was ready. I asked him to pull out and cum on me. Unless he had cum previously, i'm fairly sure he did as i asked. I felt his warm streams of cum lace all the way up my chest. I still remember him looking down and saying something like, "Well, looks like we need to clean you up." I used his shower and coudln't believe how loose and open my hole was. It was incredibly hot to the touch and felt like it couldn't be my body. We chatted again not long after this meeting and scheduled another 'playdate.' However, when i showed up for our 2nd meeting, he was not home. in hindsight, i think he felt guilty aobut not telling me his status. i didn't understand. we had a great time, and we both were interested in meeting again. I drove home a bit disappointed. I caught up with him online and he said he was sorry and that he'd like to meet, if i was stil linterested. After probably the best orgasm i will ever experience, i was willing to look over some minor problem, LoL! We arranged to meet again, and this time he was home. As we got to the room, i mentioned the fact that i didn't get to suck on his cock last time. He thought that was amusing. we both got onthe bed and started to suck on each others cocks. I really liked the taste of the pre-cum oozing from his beautiful-looking cock. Being inexpereinced, i couldn't deep-throat him, while he could swallow my entire length in his warm mouth. His above-average length made it difficult. After a bit, he moved me into position to be tied up, like last time. He had upgraded his 'rope.' These new binding were something from a sex shop and not a harware store this time. it was much softer. He was a little less concerned stretching me out as he worked his cock into me a little quicker this time. again, i was a bit worried about it feeling being painful. I think he was really getting off on breaking me in, because as he quickened the pace he stopped and was a bit worried about cumming too soon. I'm still not sure if he came in me while fucking me either time. Like the previous time he got me off while pounding my tight little ass. it felt so amazing again, although not as powerful the first time. He kept pounding away at me as i stared into his eyes and at his tattoo - still not knowing what it meant. He had a look on his face that reminded me of someone who has done something wrong, but hasn't been found out yet. I don't know if he asked me where he should cum or if i asked him to cum inside me - either way, i probably would have, if i didn't. I could tell he was getting close and i tried to squeeze his cock with the rhythm of his forceful fucking.... Soon he was pressing deep inside me as he came. I loved it. A while after that, we hadn't chat or hooked up. i did receive an email from him. I had come home fromt he bar in an inebriated state and was a bit surprised by the content of the email. he said that he was poz and had never done anything like this before etc etc... i deleted the email and it became a lost drunken memory. I also lost he password to that account and it's associated online profiles on the hook-up sites. I still didn't learn about biohazard tats and the like for many years. Something clicked a while back and realized i was likely stealthed 10 years ago. I have no idea if the current drugs that are so effective were available in 2005, let alone if he was on them. a few years ago when i realized all of this, i was very anxious about it, but i have never been tested. now, i don't even think about it. Before i had sex with men, i never use condoms with girls either, so I guess i am not surprised i like raw cock. If this fictional story sounds familiar and you lived in fictional ann arbor/ypsilanti in 2005 - look me up, fictionally.

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

Super hot. Would love my partner to help like this.

Love the story Virginia

Man... I love being raped while on chem. For some reason, my body enjoys pain and humiliation when I am on chem.