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There I was, sitting at my desk in my bedroom in my shorts and nothing else. I logged into my new AOL screenname and filled out my profile indicating that I was a gay guy in college and looking for love and friends. This is summer in New Orleans. It's muggy. I am incredibly horny. I chatted with some really attractive guys in the collegem4m rooms and some local guys in the neworleansm4m rooms. I quickly realized that the collegem4m room was more about "cyber sex" because almost none of those guys lived near me. But, those guys were hot, so I chatted with them even though I thought "cyber sex" was for losers who weren't attractive enough to get sex at the bars or bathhouses in their own cities. I would chat and we would tell each other about ourselves and eventually in we would get to the sex. The first night I had cyber sex with two guys - one in DC and another in Arizona. I couldn't believe that I was so hard. My cock was rubbing against my shorts. My cock exploded at one point because I had moved in my seat and the fabric rubbed my cock. I finished up those conversations and logged off. I was kind of ashamed that I had cyber sex. It didn't stop me from getting online more often and having cyber sex with guys. I was always so good about using condoms in the cyber chats. We always used them and we flip flopped and always used a new condom. I was proud of myself for using condoms during cyber sex. I didn't want these guys to think I was a total slut. Besides, I had tested negative again and I was swearing to myself that I would only use condoms from now on until I had a serious, monogamous boyfriend. About this time I met Bradley, a Filipino guy who was a year ahead of me at Tulane. He was a top and had cute pics, so we went on a date. There was absolutely no chemistry, mostly because he was so judgmental. After that disastrous date, we became friends. Not sure why we did, but we did. He didn't like to go out, only dated older guys (30s-40s) and had a strong personality. He would make me feel bad about going out to the bars. I told him about the cyber sex and he was not a fan. I started to feel bad about the fact that I got hard hearing other guys tell me how they wanted to pound my ass. I think I even told Bradley I was versatile because he thought less of bottoms. Classes began again in late summer and the parties and everything started up again. I barely ever saw Justin, but when I did I just felt bad about him not wanting to be with me. I would go home at night, study or read, and then get online. I would have cyber sex with almost anyone who wanted to - at times 4-5 windows open at a time doing various scenes. I also chatted with local guys. If they wanted cyber sex, I was cool with that. Mostly they just wanted to chat and would never meet up. That's how I met Will. He was a guy I met on AOL neworleansm4m and we hit it off. There was always a reason not to meet until one night we were going to the same club. He invited me over to pre-game. As a college student, I loved the pre-game because it meant my night was cheaper and I still had a good time. We met at his friend's place. Will was just like his pictures - reddish blonde hair, green eyes, tall, thin, wiry, and sexy. Will and I hit it off immediately. That night at Oz he had me up on the boxes and the stage dancing and grinding. I knew I was getting fucked by Will that night. His cock felt nice and long. I couldn't wait. We left and went to his place. I grabbed condoms on the way out of the club. We got to his place and we kissed and took each other's clothes off. His body was so thin and sexy. I've always had a thicker build and a plump ass. He was totally my opposite. I was really into his body. I got his cock out and stroked it. He was already hard. I sucked his cock for awhile. Then he took out my hard cock and pushed me on the bed facing him. He took my cock in his mouth. It was my first non cyber sex blowjob in a month. I almost came. Will stopped sucking my cock and came up to kiss me. His legs straddled my hips. He pressed my cock on his ass and sat down. Fuck his ass was so warm. He stopped to let himself adjust to my cock. As he did so, I realized we hadn't used a condom. I said so. He asked if I was negative. I said yes. He kissed me. Then he started riding my cock. I was loving it. This hot wiry guy riding my "bottom" cock. I almost laughed. Instead, I concentrated on his ass. I tried to do things tops had done to me and said to me online. It wasn't long though and I came inside his ass. He groaned. Will flipped me over and ate my ass. He pushed his cock into me slowly, but was fucking me with long strokes within a minute. He blew his load inside me. I kissed him. Will and I went out and went back to his place or mine to fuck almost every other night for the next few weeks. I only topped him one more time. Every other time I was taking his bareback cock and his cum. I liked having sex with Will. He was a good guy. I never told John or Bradley about having bareback sex with Will. John heard me beg for Will's load one morning when Will stayed the night. He asked if I was using condoms. I was really embarrassed. John said he always uses condoms. I should too. I didn't need to with Justin because we were monogamous, etc. John really urged me to use condoms. I talked to Will about it and he told me we could if I wanted to use them, but he loved the feeling of bareback sex. He told me that I got a special look in my eyes when he came inside me. That was the last time Will and I talked about condoms. About a month later, Will went to live with his parents across Lake Pontchartrain for a little while to save on bills. It was harder to see each other. We did, but only when he came to the city. I did not have a car and his parents, like mine, were not cool with him being gay. I started chatting online more. This time on gay.com as well as AOL. I tried to stay off AOL chatrooms because I knew Will could see where I was hanging out if he was logged in at the same time. I hadn't really used gay.com yet. It was mainly the same local guys, maybe a bit younger. I didn't have cyber sex with guys on gay.com like I did on AOL. I occasionally still had cyber sex with guys I knew from AOL but I realized how much I liked new cyber sex partners more than the regulars. After a few weeks, I was really horny on a weeknight. Will said he had to do some work around the house with his dad. I was going to be alone, so I prepped my ass for some good online cyber sex. I logged into AOL and gay.com simultaneously. Within about 30 minutes, a guy on AOL and I were going hot and heavy. This time, though, I forgot to mention condoms. I was trying to finger my ass, jerk my cock, and type to the AOL guy and the guys on gay.com all at the same time. I was hard and horny. With all that work I wasn't able to get off completely. When the cyber sex dude said he was cumming, he said "I'm flooding your ass slut!" I was so turned on. FUCK! It was just at this time that a local guy from gay.com was asking me to come over. I had left the question hanging for a few minutes while I was getting "flooded." I wondered how Will was, but fuck it. I was horny. I got the gay.com guy's address, called a cab, and made for the FQ where he lived. As the cab rounded the corner near one of the gay bars, I looked out the window and saw Will kissing another guy while a third guy had him from behind. I was staring a bit. I saw them turn and walk toward the bathhouse. I knew Will was going to cheat on me. I had a bit of anguish in my stomach when I got to gay.com guy's house. I thought, "Fuck Will." I rang the buzzer. The guy came down. He was 30, bit of a belly, and an 8" crooked cock. It wasn't long before I was on the guys bed and taking his cock in my ass. I was pushing back really hard thinking about seeing Will with those other guys. I was basically fucking myself on this guy's cock. About 5 minutes in, he pushed me on the bed and started piston fucking me. That crooked cock was just wrecking my ass. Then he jammed all the way in, shuddered, groaned and I felt him unload his cum inside me. I realized as I jerked myself off, "Oops, I guess I forgot to use a condom again." And then, "What was this guy's name? Probably too late to ask."

PART 3: I saw him out of the corner of my eye, he was black as coal, a mountain of a man, wife beater shirt and sweat pants, he looked like he had just gotten out of a prison with the look on his face. I don't know how he got in the room or who let him in, he surly was not part of the support group. He walked up to the leader and they did the usual hand clasp and shake and hug, the leader then turned toward me and said "Tank" this is the faggot bitch who lied his way into our HIV group and we have Chemed him up and turned him into a cocksucking, cum dump faggot white bitch for our black snakes and poz seed. Tank? that was an underestimate; who grabbed me by my hair and pulled me right into his crotch asking if it was true; you like being a bitch to black meat now? I just looked up as best as possible and nodded "yes"! , they Tank asked if i was the married faggot who was taking their toxic seed home and planting into my wife? I told them that I was. Tanked looked at the leader and stated "this is one fucked up fag to be married, lying to get into a HIV support group to be a cocksucking faggot for black men", "then go home and fuck his ol lady" ; Hell maybe we should tell her and fuck her too!! those word hit like a sledge hammer as he pushed my face back into his crotch. Tank then told me to pull down his jogging pants and meet the cock that would ruin me! I slid my hands along his pants and pulled them down to meet a harding slab of meat that had a cut head and a PA through the head that looked like a bolt and nut! My eyes went wide and looked up at Tank who was just grinning at me and stated " yup, I am going to fuck you with that and make you my bitch to breed full of my toxic seed, if these guys haven't knocked you up yet, I will make sure your pregnant tonight"!! SERVICE ME FAG; NOW! I started to lick his shaft and head, tried to get the head of that cock in my mouth with the PA on the end, but it kept hitting my teeth. THATS IT FAGGOT, Get that black meat ready to breed you full and ruin you and make you a blubbering idiot for black cock and toxic cum! Tank then looked at the Leader and stated; "Get him ready for my cock"; one of the other guys in the room came up next to me and wrapped a rubber strap around my arm, then pulled out a syringe of a liquid; as i started to panic, Tank wrenched on my hair and told me to look at the job in front of me and get back to it. As i went back to licking and sucking this monster, i felt a poke in my arm, then got all wozzy and started to cough uncontrolably. someone then put a bottle of poppers under my nose and i was inhaling deep and was now working that cock like I was looking foward to that monster driving into my ass and breeding me like I now wanted to be. Tank pulled me to my feet and backed me up to the table, he reach down and twisted both my nipples to the point I loved it and wanted to cry in pain. Tank then put his hand on my throat and push back until I was laying on my back on the table with Tank pulling me up to him by his legs and putting them over his shoulders. one of the guys walked up and started to lather cream or Vaseline or lube on and into my hole. Tank looked at me and asked me what I wanted; I just spread my legs open farther and said for him to fuck my ass, YOU MEAN YOUR CUNT, PUSSY, it will not be an ass in a few, it will be my hole to breed, ruin, knock up and make you my little street whore! All I could do is say "Yes Sir" I want you to breed , fuck my cunt and for you to use it as you like!! Better, Tank said. I was given a bottle of poppers and propped up on my clothes; I want you to see yourself become my whore, and your going to need those poppers, so I would get to them, cause here comes my cock! As I felt the head of his cock pushing at my hole; Tank turned to the leader and told him to go and find the Faggots bitch and see what she thinks of being a bitch to black meat too. I was to far gone to register what he just said, as the first part of Tank's cock pushed into my hole and I let out a scream.

I'm out of the hospital and home with a bunch of meds.

Aunty T is cumming to stay for the next few days with 3 of her ffriends. Oh dear ... I've nothing to wear

Me again, so after receiving my first bareback load I had got the urge to experiment a bit more! I was just chilling at a older guys house (47yo) who did me bareback and he asked whether I was interested in a 3some, ofcourse I wanted too and i was so excited for it!! So he invites a friend over who was also in their 40s and we sit around just drinking and flirting, daddy 1 starts to kiss me and asks his friend to join in, so daddy 2 comes over and kisses me and starts feeling me over. We head into the bedroom. as I'm walking in they both grab me and push me to the ground, strip me butt naked and proceed to both get their members out (daddy 1 was 8" thick, daddy 2 9" but bit thinner), they stand over me with their cocks out and start slapping my face and spitting on me and then I ofcourse happily grabbed them and started sucking on them both in turns (I was rock solid with happiness!). they throw me into the bed on my back with my head over the side, daddy 1 gets lube and starts playing with my tight hole, working up to 4 fingers, daddy 2 forces his dick into my mouth and starts fucking it, I somehow managed to take it all (practice had made perfect over the years). i sniff some poppers and daddy 1 sticks his thick pole into my hole and straight away starts pounding it, I was hurting at first but turned to pleasure quickly. after a few minutes they put me in doggy and swapped over, I could tell daddy 2 was happy to bareback me as after 3/4 minutes I felt his dick stiffen and shoot a huge load deep inside me (best feeling of bareback so far), daddy 1 had seen this and had taken his cue to shoot a thick load as I had him deep in my throat!! Took me by surprise and nearly pulled out but his strong hands forced my head in place and I swallowed every last drop... best time I've ever had and recommend to all, felt so good being a little bitch bottom to 2 big daddy's!!

chasing for a year! still looking for toxic cum

Just home from getting bred. Cum in my hole as I type this. Thick black vers Bottom fucked me good. Best thing is he's around the corner and we're will have a repeat! He loved my jock strap being his handle to hold steady with.

What makes me a whore: 1) having no idea of the number of guys I've slept with in my lifetime (I couldn't even get it to within 100 if my LIFE depended on it) 2) having had a host of STDs (comes with whoredom unfortunately) 3) finding random phone numbers in my phone of guys I've fucked and that I sincerely don't remember 4) fucking and getting fucked bb by guys in bars, saunas, cinemas, parks, at home, their homes 5) Being embarrassed if my friends and co-workers knew or found out about me 6) Sitting quietly when others are called whores knowing full well that I've got them beat 7) Advertising a cummy hole and having guys add their load 8) Learning to speak 3 additional languages to increase my chances of getting laid 9) Taking loads from men who I know are in relationships 10) Posting/sending pics to guys with cum running out of my ass I'm sure there's more but if the above don't make me a whore, then whores don't exist. LOL.

As I pick myself up off the cold tile floor and start collecting my clothing strewn about and get dressed and make my way to the elevator; the janitor is sitting on a chair at the end of the hall with a disgusted face and then smiles as the door opens and I get on. The ride home is a blur; all I can think about is how I got myself into a situation that went from fantasy to reality in hours. I look like hell, my jaw hurts, cum dried on my face, my ass hurts and leaking cum or blood or both. The biggest part was I was fucked raw by a bunch of poz black guys and was on my way home to a wife. When I get home, my wife asks if I am ok, that I look under the weather, I just agree that I was not feeling well and was going to bed. I never took a shower or washed my face, as she laid next to me, all I could do is think of how I was going to explain this or get out of next week’s meeting. The next day at work, I surfed the wed for signs and symptoms of HIV and kept reliving the prior night of smoking their drugs and going from a rape to me begging to be their bitch. The week passed rather quick and I was heading back to the support group after calling and telling my wife I would be late again. As I got off the elevator and approached the office area, my counselor was at the counter and greeted me with a rather friendly approach, asking if I got a lot out of last week’s session? I was shaking so bad heading for the room, hoping none of my rapist would show, but no such luck. As I walked in the room they were all seated toward the back and the only open seat it seems was between two of them. Everyone in the room had what seemed a death stare at me as I walked to my seat around the big table and sat down. The leader of the group leaned over and asked me how my faggot white ass was feeling? I didn’t say anything, then I felt his hand reach over and grab my crotch and squeeze to the point tears where forming and asked me again how my faggot white ass was doing? I said I was ok and please let go. The leader just smirked as he released me stating that he owned me and will do what he wants! During the meeting the leader passed me a note telling me to write my number down, I did as I was told; and a few min later my phone went off, on looking at the message, it was from the leader with pictures of me in the bathroom from last week. At the break, everyone left but the leader and me, I was told to stay where I was. After everyone left the leader told me to stand up and pull my pants down and bend over the table, and he had better not have to tell me twice. Without thinking, or just plain scared, I dropped my pants and bent over. I was then told to spread my ass cheeks, as I had them spread I heard the leader pull something from his pocket and felt the tip of something go in my ass and a liquid squeezed into my ass. Damn I started to protect that it burned and what the hell was that he just put in my ass. The leader just smacked my ass HARD and told me he owned that ass and would and could and will put anything he wants up my faggot white cunt and all I will do is say thank you sir! The group started returning to the room as I finished pulling up my pants and sat down, with those coming in looking at me oddly. The counselor came in with a stack of papers stating that they were questioners for free insurance by the state for HIV men, he finished passing them out and stated that when we had finished we could leave them at the counter because he had to leave and the janitor said he would be happy to lock up for him. I was so glad that the counselor had left when he did, because I began to feel really fucking strange, like I was the prey and was about to be eaten by all these black poz men. As I tried to fill out my form and the leader asked me how I was feeling; I told him that I felt like I was on a cloud floating and felt great. He then took my form and said he would write my answers down for me since I seemed out of sorts, not knowing he was coping my emergency contact name and number down which was my wife’s. one of the leaders guys then went over to the door and told those who didn’t want to watch or participate to leave. I don’t really remember who if any did leave. The leaders buddy then turned some of the lights out, but enough were on that everyone could see. Then leader then told me to stand up and strip, I knew at this point it was use less to argue and with the way I was feeling, didn’t really care if they all saw me naked. I was naked and standing in r, room of hiv positive black men who wanted to use my body for their sexual pleasure and at this point I wanted them too. One of the leaders buddies now had his pants down and pulling on his engorged cock asking me if I saw anything I wanted, I was on my knees licking and sucking on his cock like my life depended on it, I was in love with cock, black cock, feeling the texture, the tasted of his pre cum on my tongue and hearing him calling me a good cock sucking faggot white boy, which was turning me on even more hearing him tell me what I now know was true. I was a faggot, a cocksucking faggot who loved cock in my mouth, being used for a cum dump. The cock was pulled from my mouth and I was directed to another guy seated on the table naked and waving his cock at me, I bent over and devoured it, licking the shaft, running my tongue around the head, hearing directions of how to lick his balls and lift his balls to lick the underneath between his balls and ass. The leader then said I was doing a great job and learning my place as a faggot bitch to serve black men and other dominate men who needed a fag to use. I then felt what I had been waiting for, a cock was at my ass, or as they called it my faggot pussy. The first guy I was sucking asked if I wanted his cock in my faggot pussy, and I took my mouth off the other guys cock long enough to say YES PLEASE, FUCK ME with that black monster. He slid that cock in my ass and I was in heaven as I went back to servicing the cock on the table. The guy fucking my ass kept telling me that I was a tight faggot cunt and that before the night was over, a truck would be able to drive up my ass. The leader then leaned down and asked if I wanted their cum in my mouth and pussy, I looked at the leader who had his phone out recording what I was doing and just said yes, I want all the cum I can get! The leader then asked, you know we are all poz and by the end of the evening I would probably be poz too, and asked if I wanted that? I was so drugged up at that point and just said YES, give me you poz cum, make me poz I don’t care, just don’t stop fucking my holes with those cocks. The leader then asked if I would go home and fuck my wife with by faggot poz cock and knock her up or tell her you were a faggot for cock and leave her for men who would make him a bitch for cock and cum? I stopped sucking long enough to tell him I would do whatever it takes to keep getting black cock in my holes and feel their seed flooding my holes. The guy in my ass was now fucking me with determination and bellowed he was cumming and slammed ball deep and held himself there as he flooded my insides with his toxic load, and I was loving it. The guy I was sucking didn’t last much longer, telling me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue , I did as he asked and saw wave after wave of cum shooting in my mouth and on my tongue, the leader said for me not to swallow it yet. I was told to close my mouth and swish the cum around my mouth and then open it and show the camera, and I did, I was then told to swallow it and show the camera that it was all gone. I did with the devilish grin and licked my lips to prove I wanted it and more. The leader then told me to get on the my knees and to get ready to be one of them…….

PART III Suddenly, I felt something warm touching my back parts, which turned out to be his fingers. He slowly gazed his warm, thick fingers on my ass, and rested his thumb on the entrance of my pink boyhole. He then made a few adjustments, and another, warmer and larger, object replaces his thumb. He jerked it off a few times, and spat on it. As his saliva slowly dripped from his manhood to my boyhole, I felt a sensation of absolute pleasure for what was about to come. He then rushed his manhood inside of me, entering my hole without the shadow of a doubt. At that moment, I felt a sharp sense of pain echoing inside my body. I could feel all his inches being pressed inside of me bare, and my stiffened penis rubbing on the surface of the wooden table. As my penis continued to rub the wood, it felt as if it was bleeding, as the wood was jointed and quite uncomfortable. After a few more minutes, my body relaxed as it got used to the thrusting manhood. As I was busied with though of pleasure and lust, my assaulter started to moan harder, echoing the ending of this rather short adventure. I though to myself, was this all? Was I put through so much for five minutes on this table? I relaxed my muscles and waited for min to finish, which he did sans charisma, it was as if my boyhole was a flashlight for him, just short-time use. Afterwards, I was put on a darker mask, which did not allow me to see anything, and untied from the table. As far as my mental map goes, he guided me outside the flat, as I heard him open the door I was ordered to close, and carried me to levels down into a colder place. As I had the mask, I could, of course, not see my surroundings, but the place felt very hollow. He put me down, and we walked together for a few minutes before he stopped me. Then, I heard him unlock a door, and led me inside of it. As I entered the room, he stopped me, and asked me to remove my mask. The second I removed it, I was pushed from my back to the ground. My boyhole sore, my penis fragile and my back in pain after the push, my eyes adjusted to the dark room. The door was already closed and locked, leaving me wondering how the man looked like. As I was made aware of my surroundings in the seconds that followed, It came as shock to me how alike it was to a prison cell: the doors made of cut stone, probably enforced with steel, the steel door, with a opening which reminded me of the traditional post-openings the doors used to have before in time, a mattress quite like the one I had in the caravan, a low sink, and a toilet, both being very dirty and seemed unsanitary. The smells, however, were less unpleasant. It smelled fresh, and not urine, as one would expect from a room, or rather a cell, like this. The only light came from an opening on the wall parallel to the door, it was, however, not sunshine, but rather artificial lighting barred from me with iron bars. As I stood up, I saw how compact the place was, with the mattress and the sink and the toilet being a meter apart form each other. I looked down at my penis, and saw how red it had turned. I walked to the sink, and put some cold water on my penis, hoping it would not be a problem for the man who had just put me in the room. I knew that a boy with a red penis was not a nice sight. A dude I once met at a bar told me that the only red part my body should have is my ass, as it shows that it was been properly bitten and spanked. I laid on the mattress after rinsing my penis, having no interest to rinse my ass in cold water too. I was, after all, under his ownership, so having his cum up my boyhole would only be regarded as a normal thing. - I must have dozed off. The cell was still chilly, but it was not uncomfortable. I stretched while lying on the mattress, and quickly saw a letter in front of the door. It must have been slipped from the post-opening (which was only openable from the other side). I headed to the letter, and read its contents: “Boy, You have done as instructed, and in return, you have been awarded with a clean shot of seed in your hole. You must rest well and cleanse yourself off your identity, as you are no longer a person, but a mere object of experimentation and pleasure. Do not be scared, we will take good care of you here, but dont forget, you will not have the freedoms you once had, like going out or owning anything of your own. You will be fed with the food given to you through the hole on your door, the water from the sink is drinkable. You will not have the amenities to shave or shower, so make the best out of your sink. But dont worry, we dont like our boys hairy, so we will send a dude to manscape you once you pass the test. Your test is coming up tomorrow. Dont worry, it wont hurt a bit!” Most of the letter was already known to me. I knew I was to be excluded from society, and that I would no longer have an identity. That is why I quit school and destroyed my electronics, as no one would be able to track me. I was, however, not expecting a test, which seems to be an important one I must pass. Thinking about it, perhaps it is a simple, “how long can you last” test to see if I have been touching myself, or a regular fuck test, where a few guys fuck me, and of they are satisfied, they take me as their pet or slave. Thinking of all those things got me hard, for the second time since I have been here, and the need was beyond handling. So, I decided that I after all, I should be able to pleasure myself, as no one put a chastity belt on me. I went to the mattress, and with my nails, I managed to rip a hole on one of its sides, I slowly and carefully enlarged the hole, and spat on my penis. Then, I inserted my penis inside the hole, and started to thrust. The mattress being cheap, my penis managed to slip right in, stimulating my whole body into climax. To be fair, how much can a boy last anyway? I am not made to dominate, so why would I care how long I can trust? It took me less than 20 seconds to spread my jizz inside the hole. — It has been a week into my stay here, and ever since I came, I had the same schedule: I wake up with morning bread, smear my jizz inside the whole on the mattress, eat the food sided through the port at the door, wash myself and sleep again. For a whole week. Then, at the end of my seventh day, as I was laying in my bed, ready to catch some Zzz-s, I heared the door being hatched open. A man entered the room, he was very short, a bit stocky, and nude. On one of his hands, he held an empty syringe. He told me to stand up, and give him my right arm. Knowing that he would collect my blood with or without my concent, I descided to question him first. "What are you going to do with my blood?", I asked him, realising that I havent spoken to a real person for a whole week. He stopped for a moment, and repeated his request for me to lift my right arm, but as I hesitated my move, he backed off, left the room, and locked it after himself. After a few minutes of waiting, as I had expected, the room was unhatched again, only to reveal another man. He was, too, naked, this time skinnier, unhealthily skinny, and with a few scars on his body. He did not have a syringe on his hand, and the previous short guy was nowhere to be seen. He closed the door behind him, and asked me to sit down on the mattress, already finding his place on it. I did as he instructed, and sat next to him, looking into his dim eyes to get an answer. - I know you are confused, so let me try to make things very clear. You did everything well, you complied with all the instructions given to you, and were in return given a spot here. Here, as you may or may not know, we are the servents of the master. All of us have different roles here, some cook, wash or clean, others serve the master on more intimate levels. All of us, however are occationally requested by master's friends to pleasure them in the way they may wish to be pleasures. Our lifespan here is short, when we fill 20, we are sent off to live our own lives, freed from master and this place. I have heared that some of those who leave even get a gefty check until they can find a reliable job. - I know all that, I implied, but what am I doing here, and not joining the others? After a short pause of intense eye-contact, he continued, - Master has his own way of owning us, the slaves. You have been breed by him, have you not? Remembering the first time I came here, I nodded. - Good, Master infects every one who enters, and when you get the bug in your system, you are free and able to be his slave. We have this room so that newcomers like you will wait until the bug gets into their system. I was utterly shocked to hear that I, in fact, had been infected with one of the deadliest viruses which have ever come upon the face of mankind. Not being able to hide my expression of shock and lust of knowing that I was now a part of Master, I was quicky pulled back to reality. - Remember, dear, some people are unfortunate enough to resist the preliminary conversion. Those are banished from these grounds, sans a check or support of any kind. Now, the boy who came here will again visit you, and please do comply. Before I was able to respond, the door was again opened, and the same boy came inside. He looked older with his facial hair and body mass. The skinny guy legt the room, as I lifted my right arm for the blood test, hoping so very much to join the pack of slaves, and to serve Master to best of my abilities. - It taked a few moments for the blood to be tested, his croocked voice said. - What is I am not converted, I asked, whiching it was not the case. - I dont know what happens to them, he said, leaving the cell, closing the door being him, and locking it. As the echo of the closing door vanished, I started to wait in anticipation and utter anxiety. What if the semen had dripped off of me, reducing my chances of getting infected? What is I am negative? Where will I go? Should I insist upon another charge, or imply that the bug has not reached my blood stream yet? Having busied myself with such thoughts, I was shocked to see the door already open, with two muscular guys in blindfold moving into the cell. As I tryed to understand what was going on, one of them grabbed me by the throat and started to choke me, the other hitting my stomack until I puked. As I puked, I was let down, collapsing to the ground. Those are the last things I can remember.

My first time was not planned. Guy came over very late one night, we'd been chatting online and both fucking horny and needing to blow before bed. We both said we always played safe, so it sounded perfect and I invited him over. It was supposed to be a quick fuck so I didn't bother inviting him any further than the living room. He had a very nice thick piece of meat, so I sucked him for a while, but I was thinking ahead, so I had left condoms and lube on a table off to the side, but also already had a plug up my ass. He slipped the plug out of me and just entered me, without raising a question about the condoms and I didn't protest. I'd been wanting to try bare for a long time but always chickened out. He fucked for a little while and it really filled my hole, and then he pulled out saying he was close and asked "Do you want me to finish?" "Fuck yes," I told him, so he just slid back in and bred me. Only after did I realize that he was asking me if I wanted him to cum in me, but what was done was done. I probably panicked for about a minute, and then spent the next several days insanely horny and hungry for more. After that, bareback was not a choice - it was a requirement.

Thanksgiving dinner was in less than three hours, yet there I was, bent over my couch with the building’s handyman filling me with his own, personal gravy! This was my year to host the ‘orphan’ Thanksgiving dinner. I have a group of friends who have neither family nor significant others, so we get together and have our own holiday occasions. I had gone all out this year - turkey, ham, pies, all the trimmings, and the condo looked great! My dealer had dropped off a huge supply of the strongest 420 in DC, the liquor store delivery took up an entire extra table, and I even had a local landscaper come and deck out my balcony with seasonal flowers and plants and provide inside greenery - everything was perfect and all that was left was to finish cooking and do some last minute cleaning and tidying up. That is until the thermostat went bonky and decided that the only setting it could do was ‘hotter than the underside of Hell’. I frantically called the front desk and they were their usual, unhelpful selves, but said they would put a call into the condos’ handymen to see who might be able to help, but they were all off for the holiday so no guarantee. While the weather was not horribly cold yet, I didn’t relish the idea of having to leave the balcony door open all afternoon and evening just to try to stop my guests from burning up. In the meantime, I propped the door open, pulled a fan out of storage, and got back to stirring, whisking, and basting. About 30 minutes later I heard someone yell, “MAINTENANCE!” then heard the sound of keys and swearing. I dropped the spoon I had in my hand, grabbed a towel, wiped the streams of sweat off my face and barely took two steps out of the kitchen before I saw one of the handymen in my condo hallway. First I was pissed that he just let himself in, but then was relieved that someone actually showed, so I tried to smile. My smile faded fast when I realized who it was - Jointer Jim. That’s not his real name of course, but that’s what everyone called him. Our building handymen are an odd looking trio - one is an older, extremely overweight man who is literally wider than he is tall; the second is a young guy who is handsome, clean cut, and always polite; the third is Jointer Jim. He is tall, lanky, middle aged, and missing the index and middle finger on his right hand and the worst disposition in the world! Always pissed, angry, rude, condescending, and a total asshole. Fuck! Jointer Jim lost his two fingers from fucking around in shop class in Jr. High. I guess his real name was James or Jim. He set his tool box down by the mini-bar I had set up, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and boldly opened it, poured himself a huge drink, and gulped it down, then set the empty glass back down with a BANG. He gave me a twisted grin, wiped the remnants of drink off his chin, and asked, “What’s so fucking urgent that my phone gets blown up on my day off?” I was stressed and sarcastically said, “Why don’t you pour yourself another - sounds like you NEED it - and if you don’t realize the problem yet, maybe you are not the right man for the job,” and then walked back into the kitchen. I was in no mood for dealing with him and thought right then that sending him away might be the best thing. I heard his tools clanging as he dug around in his bag and tried to ignore that he was there as I went back to prepping food in the kitchen. A few minutes later I was shocked back into focus as I caught a whiff of something that was not cooking in the kitchen and went back out to the living room. There was Jim, bold as fuck, smiling as he exhaled a cloud of smoke from my good 420. I don’t smoke, but find it sexy when a top does, and for just a split second my ass pulsed in hunger. Then my anger flared as I said, “What the fuck do you think you are doing? Ever think of asking first? That’s for my guests!” He just smiled, took another hit, then grabbed the TV remote and said, “I’m going to watch the game a bit while I finish this.” It was not a question, just the demand of a rude asshole. I growled, “Fine. But they’ll be here for dinner at 6:00 and it would be nice if my place was not a sweatbox, and if all my drink and shit was not gone before then.” Dinner prep was hard to focus on as I continued to fume about his attitude and then I realized I had not even asked if he had fixed the problem with the thermostat. I stomped back out to the living room to find Jim casually laid back on the couch, his feet up on the ottoman, drink in one hand and blunt in the other. He just gave me his cocky grin and a flick of wrist toward the wall. I walked over, the thermostat seemed to be working fine again and he had set it back down to comfortable 70 degrees. I turned, he exhaled followed by a small cough, I grit my teeth and said, “Thank you,” and left him as I went back into the kitchen. I heard the balcony door close and the blinds coming down and when I stepped out of the kitchen Jim just looked at me with a fuck off grin. I shook my head and went back into the kitchen. I could hear the sounds of the game from the TV, smell the heavy cloud of weed, picturing him in my mind with his feet up and that ‘fuck you’ grin. I stopped - the sounds had changed - it was no longer the cheering of a roaring crowd but the demanding voices of a mandingo gangbang - shit! I scurried back out of the kitchen and stopped. There was Jointer Jim, his pants down around his ankles weighted to the floor by his massive set of maintenance keys. His legs were skinny, his hip bones showed either from the angle of the light or from how thin he was. Jim moaned as he looked at me, his blunt held between his teeth, his upper lip curled on the end in a smirk. He then took his blunt out, let a long, thick drool of spit descend from his dry lips like a leaf slowly falling from a great Oak tree, which landed mid-shaft on his dark, ebony wood. I gasped a little as Jim used the spit to slick his dick with his clawed hand - there was something wild and taboo about watching his fucked up hand jack his mighty rod. He turned full towards me and said, “Get on your knees fag boy and suck my dick. I know you want to.” A mix of anger at his assumption and excitement knowing how much I desired his dick right then washed over me. I started to protest, “I...I’m not a fa….” Jim snarled, “STOP RIGHT THE FUCK THERE. Yes you ARE! You forget - COCK SUCKER - I’ve been here before. I’ve seen your pile of porn flicks. Not this stuff that I’m sure you haul out for the DL brothas, but that nasty shit you usually have stacked at the bottom of the pile - you know what I’m talking about.” Yeah, I did, and even managed to blush just a little, which made him laugh and choke on his smoke. Serves him right. “Come on then, hike that skirt up and get on your knees and gag on my dick like a good cock sucker. Then if you do me right, maybe - just maybe - I will dig them guts out and give you some real man juice,” Jim tempted. All thoughts of dinner prep went out of my head as I watched him hit the blunt and his dick start to swell with blood as it engorged itself in the delights of the porn flick. I quickly stumbled out of my pants, knelt on the wool carpet, and hefted his meaty dick up to eye level. It stared back at me, winked, and drooled a little. I spit on the head, Jim laughed, and as I guided the phat head to my mouth he said in between puffs, “THAT’S IT FAG BOY... ...OPEN THEM LIPS… ...LET ME HEAR YOU GAG ON MY SHIT… ...GIVE ME THAT SLOPPY NECK… ...CHOKE ON MY SWEATY DICK… ...I AIN’T WASHED MY MEAT IN ABOUT A WEEK, THAT’S WHAT PUSSY MOUTHS ARE FOR… ...TAKE YOUR TIME, THERE AIN’T NO RUSH… ...THAT’S RIGHT, GET IT NICE AND WETT SO IT’LL GO IN SWEET AND DEEP INTO THAT ASS… ...I DON’T FUCK EASY, NOT AT ALL, SO IF YOU CAN’T TAKE IT LIKE A BROTHA GIVES IT, YOU BETTER SWALLOW MY NUTT.... ...OH YOU PAUSING NOW? WONDERING IF IT’LL FIT?... ...BEND THAT FAG ASS OVER, LET ME MAKE IT FIT!” “Can I get the poppers and lube?” I pleaded. Jointer Jim stamped out the finished blunt, “No. I’m trying to stuff that tummy MY WAY! I like a bitch who tells me it hurts, cries that my dick is stretching them walls, putting her on her period - so you trying to get nasty and get bitch fucked and that pussy hole super soaked, or we done?” I mumbled a pathetic, “Yes,” and he slapped my face and said, “Speak up faggot bitch - let your BBC Master hear you!” So I did. I debased myself for his pleasure, and every plea and whimper and second of pathetic begging made his onyx monster grow and harden. “That’s what I like to hear,” Jim chuckled, “Hungry ass that’s need that itch scratched, that hole broken, them guts shredded - well you better hang onto your panties cause I’m about to get down and bang that hole WIDE-THE-FUCK-OPEN!” Jim’s clawed hand snapped close across my face as he leaned over me - my submissive body kneeling on the ottoman, my hole wet and eager to feel him push inside. As his throbbing knob punctured my outer ring, Jim tapped the remote and turned up the volume of the rape scene on the porn flick to drown out my own cries. His long arms squeezed my sides, his claw clamped tighter across my mouth and face while he began to rape fuck my hole. There’s something hot as hell about a top who takes what he wants, fuck like he wants, forces a bottom to serve him the way he wants - and I was totally willing to let him use me any way he needed. The long, black dick pulled almost all the way out, angled to the left and SLAMMED back in. I yelped, whined, and cried out. Jointer Jim laughed and did it again. He then shifted his stance to scrape the other side of my guts before just slamming my bussy straight on. “FUCKING JUICY PUSSY HOLE - TOTAL BITCH - THAT’S ALL YOU IS - NASTY, MOTHA FUCKIN BITCH HOLE.” I yowled like an alley cat in heat when Jim yanked his dick out of my now gaping hole. He walked over to wall where the thermostat was, bent down, rooted around in his toolbox and laughed like a trickster as he stepped back behind me. “AIN’T NOTHING BUT FUCKING AIR - CHRIST YOU A HUNGRY ASSED FAG - LOOK AT THAT SHIT - EATS IT RIGHT TO THE HILT,” Jointer Jim said while he tested the elasticity of my now-broken ass ring with the large handle of a screw driver. Not satisfied with my response he shifted a large hammer into his clawed hand, the rough wooden handle pointed at my quivering chute, “OH HELL YEAH - YOU FEEL THAT - CAN TELL BY HOW THAT BACK ARCHES, THOSE HIPS DROP, JUST LIKE YOU READY TO DROP SOME BABIES. YOU EAGER FOR MY MANDINGO BABIES? BREED THAT PUSSY? BAREBACK THAT FUCK HOLE? RIDE THAT ASS RAW SOME MORE? FUCKING SLUT!” I started to buck my ass, riding that wooden handle, trying to feel the metal hammer head kiss my cheeks when Jointer Jim yanked it out, dropped the sloppy tool to the floor with a clang, leaned back over and began to rape fuck my ass again. “YOU WANT THIS NICCA CUM? TELL ME WHAT A SLUT YOU ARE? BEG FOR MY SHIT - BEG FOR MY NICCA BABIES - BEG FOR ME TO TEAR THAT ASS END TO END AND SIDEWAYS - OH YEAH - THAT’S IT - STROKE IT WITH THAT SILKY HOLE - STROKE MY DICK - STROKE MY MOTHA FUCKIN DICK - COME ON - PUSH IT BACK - RIDE THAT SHIT - RIDE IT! HARDER - HARDER SLUT BITCH - YOU WANT THIS NUTT? RIDE THAT SHIT HARDER! FUCK YEAH! DUMB ASS FAGGOT - FUCK YEAH - SHOW ME THAT ASS NEEDS THIS DICK DEEP - WANT IT DEEPER? HERE YOU FUCKING GO - GETTING CLOSE - FUCK YEAH - GETTING CLOSE - WHERE YOU WANT THIS NUTT? HUH? WHERE YOU WANT THIS NUTT? WANT ME SHOOT IT INSIDE THAT FAG PUSSY? THAT’S WHERE YOU WANT IT? HERE YOU GO FUCKA - HERE YOU GO - HELL YEAH! TAKE THIS NICCA NUTT - TAKE IT! TAKE IT! MILK MY DICK! TAKE IT….” Thanksgiving dinner was in less than three hours, yet there I was, bent over my couch with the building’s handyman filling me with his own, personal gravy! Jointer Jim’s nutt started to froth out of my ass as he continued to pump my hole and I had to ask, “Can you cum again?”

The Blindfold My boyfriend Will had cheated on me a few times, and as much as I wanted to be mad at him when he came clean about it, I couldn't help but get hard. Each time he told me that he let another guy load his ass, I would get so hard that I'd fuck him as he told me all of the details. His fuck buddies had always been strangers, just screen names on a phone or in a online chatroom, but they all left their cum in Will's ass. Sometimes after they loaded him up, he would show me their flirty texts and maybe even a photo or two of some stranger using his holes. Some of the guys' messages sounded a lot like bug chasing. I warned him about STDs and he agreed to do his best to behave. A few weeks of monogamy must have been driving Will up the wall. He asked me if we could try spicing things up a bit. I was game. That afternoon, he went to an adult bookstore and bought a few toys. I asked him if he got up to anything naughty at the bookstore, and he swore he only went so far as to let someone work a dildo into his ass to see if it would fit or not. He produced a massive 12” strap-on dildo from the shopping bag. He begged me to work it into his ass. It looked and felt lifelike. Will told me that his new friend suggested microwaving it for about ten seconds in water to make it feel warm like the real thing. I did so, lubed up his ass, strapped it on, putting my own hard cock inside the longer thicker dong, and went to working it into his hole. Just as I was teasing his ass with the tip, he asked me to blindfold him. I was confused and he smiled mischievously saying, “That way I can imagine I'm getting some fresh cock from a stranger, and I don't have to cheat!” That got me even harder. He pulled a black leather eye-mask from the bag and I tied it tightly around his head. Will felt around until his hands found the dildo. He sucked the whole thing into his mouth, down to the root. He gagged and slobbered all over it, then spun around onto his back holding his ankles up to his shoulders. “Give it to me. Don't be gentle. Stick it ALL THE WAY IN!” I was about to blow my load just from listening to him. I jammed the head of the dildo into his hole and watched as his rosebud clamped down on it. “More! More!” I pushed in as his ass kept tight to the rod. “ALL THE FUCKING WAY IN ME!!!” After a few thrusts, Will's ass loosened up. I was fucking him with the dildo as hard as I could, watching Will's hard-on bounce up and down. Without either of us touching his cock, his balls began to dance. I knew he was about to cum. He shot four volleys of jizz all over his chest. “Fuck me full of my load, man. Get it into my ass!” I pulled the dildo out of Will's ass, pulled my own drooling cock out of the dong, and mopped up his jizz onto my dick and shoved it in. “No, you idiot. Not your cock. I need the big one to work that load deep!” I was taken aback, but followed his orders and shoved that gigantic dildo in as far and as hard as I could, blasting my own load all over his ass, my hand, and the dildo. “Let me kiss it,” he pleaded as I slowed the dildo in and out of his ass. I pulled it out, covered with cum, lube, and ass juice and brought it to his lips. He made love to that dildo with his mouth until it was spic and span. The next day at the office, my co-worked Jim said to me that he ran into Will out shopping the other day. My heart leapt in my chest. Word had gotten around that Jim was quite the office slut, and I would not have been surprised to hear that he had been lurking in the backroom at an adult bookstore. He was very cute; brown slicked-back hair, green eyes, an amazing wide hairy chest that peeked out of his shirts on casual Fridays. He also had a monster cock that showed clearly in his tightly-fitted trousers. “Oh yeah?” I asked. “Did you help him out?” He just grinned at me. To be continued...

Mike was almost shaking as he was getting dressed. He douched for a long time because he had the privacy this time: the wife and kids were away for the week and this was going to be the best Monday night he had in a long time. This was perfect but unplanned because his fuck buddy was in town at the same time. They had been fucking together for just over a year each time his fuck buddy was in town, but never more than a few snatched hours. Mike always left wanting more. This time would be different because Mike hoped to get fucked all night. His buddy had a great cock, body and attitude which was both demanding and chilled at the same time. Mike was looking good. He worked out a lot and was in good form, with a muscled body from serious work with weights. His ass was shaved, his jockstrap on, and the lube and condoms in his knapsack. He also brought some weed just in case his buddy liked to smoke it. They had never discussed drugs so on the last few occasions they fucked around, Mike smoked a joint in the parking lot beside the hotel and then popped about a dozen breath mints in his mouth. And the sex was amazing. So hopefully tonight he would smoke some weed with his buddy. His phone buzzed with a new text: "Got a prob. Colleague is in room next door. Can't play here." Fuck! Great! Mike was swearing and feeling anxious. He needed this. So he texted back: "Any ideas where else?" His buddy texted back, "Bathhouse is the only option." Shit, this was not what Mike wanted. He was terrified to go to a bathhouse. Terrified someone he knew might see him, terrified he might see someone he knew inside. Too risky. He didn't know what to do. He texted, "No other idea?" He got a quick reply: "Nope, but we can get together next time I'm in town." Mike didn't even think about it and texted: "Nope, let's go to bathhouse." His buddy texted back and they worked out the details in a few more texts. On his way downtown, Mike got another text: "Waiting in the parking lot." Ten minutes later, Mike pulled into the lot and there was his buddy, looking sexy and chilled. He was taller than Mike by several inches, and lean and lanky. No matter what he wore his fuckbuddy had a bulge and just looking at his buddy's crotch made Mike stiffen. He parked, got out and they greeted and walked to the bathhouse. His buddy explained that he would get a room and Mike should get a locker, but to remember to sign a fake name. They walked in and it was aglow with red light, music pounding and a cute guy behind a grill. His buddy got the only room available, the one with the bench. Mike wasn't sure what that meant but he had an idea and he liked that idea. He got his locker and the two of them walked through, keys and towels in hand. They walked past a bar then to the back of the room there was a lounge with some guys sitting around watching porn and stroking. They all checked out Mike and his buddy. The stairwell was right there and they walked up to the third floor and looked for the room. They found it soon enough but Mike felt the place was disorienting and didn't really have his bearings, but once the door opened, Mike felt like he was in heaven: the room was big and had a padded angled fuckbench with straps attached. They both chuckled and made small talk as they got right down to business and began undressing and unpacking. Mike hauled out his lube and condoms and poppers and put them on the table beside the bed. His buddy was undressed and stroking quickly. Mike stripped down to his jock and put his clothes in his knapsack. They put their stuff in the locker, locked it and got down on the bed. His buddy laid back, sort of sitting up, legs spread, cock at half-mast and waiting for Mike's mouth. So he crawled right into place and took that cock in his mouth. He knew he had to give his buddy long slow deep strokes down and back up, over and over. So he started these deepthroat slowstrokes and got into a rhythym. He was in fucking heaven. He was incredibly turned on that he was in a bathhouse, sucking his top buddy's cock. He was stroking this cock with his throat, opening his lips even wider, making sure not one scrape of his teeth against this thick hard cock. He loved this cock. Just under 8" cut with a big knob and a thick shaft that must be at least 5" around straight to the base, Mike jerked off thinking about this cock. His buddy was enjoying this, clearly, from the encouragement and moans he made. Soon his hands began to reach down and play with Mike's ass. Eventually he had Mike turn around and present his hole to him. Mike felt his buddy's hot breath on his hole. Lightly and slowly his buddy ran his facial scruff just against one thigh and moved slowly up towards Mike's ass. Then he switched to the other thigh and did the same thing. Mike shivered, cause he knew this was going to be a memorable fuck. Soon Mike could feel his buddy's tongue swiping around his hole. Round and round his hole, his buddy continually swiped his tongue until Mike thought he was going to lose his mind. Then all of a sudden he felt that tongue against his hole and Mike felt like he was going to melt. His buddy's phone went off but he ignored it as he began to tonguefuck Mike which always makes Mike feel like he was going to pass out from bliss. Deeper and deeper, plunging his tongue in and out, Mike's buddy was feasting on his hole. Again, Mike hears his buddy's phone go off and this time his buddy stops and opens the locker to get his phone. Mike hears him fumbling around but he stays on his hands and knees cause he knows his buddy likes his ass up and available. His buddy mumbles something, and starts back tongueing his hole. Eventually his buddy starts tapping his hole with one of his fingers. Gradually he works one in, and slowly pulls it in and out. On one of the strokes in, Mike feels a burning sensation and grimaces and pulls away. He never liked getting fingered but tolerated it cause his buddy like a little finger action. The burning subsided and Mike felt surprisingly relaxed and if possible even hornier. He said to his buddy, "Let me try out that bench." He got up and leaned down and onto the bench. It was perfect. He found himself leaning just far enough forward so that he could see how easily he could suck cock and at the same time his ass was pointed out and up and completely exposed, There was a place for his legs to rest and for his arms. His buddy moaned and got behind Mike and began to tongue his hole again. He tonguefucked him deeper this time and soon began poking around Mike's hole with a finger. Mike tensed up even though this time it felt way better. Sure enough, as soon as his buddy's finger was inside of his hole he felt a burning, but stronger this time. He asked his buddy to pull it out. At this point his buddy's phone went off again. He mumbled and went to get his phone while Mike just lay in this fuckbench, completely horned up like he had not felt before. His buddy broke the silence and said, "I gotta go." Mike couldn't believe his ears. Turns out his fuckbuddy's colleague needed help with something for work for the next day and Mike's buddy was the only one who could help him. Mike asked if he could go and come back and Mike would wait there for him. His buddy said that might work, got dressed and they made plans to text updates. After he left, Mike was unbelievably horned up but limp. He couldn't get hard. And he wanted to get fucked. Badly. Soon, he had to piss but that meant walking up and down the hall and he was nervous he'd run into someone he knew. Figuring that he had no choice and feeling horned up by walking through the place, Mike found the nerve to do it. He got his key and wrapped his towel around himself, and tried to get his eyes to focus. They just felt strangely out of focus, just slightly. He opened the door, locked it and shut it and began to go down the hall to look for the washroom. He passed this sexy guy who reminded Mike of his fuckbuddy - same look, same kind of smirk. This guy watched Mike the whole way and Mike turned around to see this guy groping his crotch. He found the bathroom, and there was more cruising going on in there. There were several sexy guys here, Mike thought. But he was trying not to give off mixed signals cause he was waiting for his buddy to give him the fuck he wanted and needed. Finishing up, he saw in the mirror that guy he spotted in the hallway ask someone if they had a light. They didn't. Then he asked someone else who said the same thing. As Mike was about to pass him, he asked Mike directly if he had a light while holding up a joint. Fuck, thought Mike, that's what I want: to smoke some weed. So he said, "Yeah, I got a light in my room if you want to get it." This guy said, "Lead the way." They walked to Mike's room, and he opened the door and let the two of them into the room. This guy said right away, "Name's Jerry." They should hands and Mike introduced himself. Jerry made some funny comments about no one smoking weed around the place, and offered to share the joint with Mike. Mike figured he would, and why not? He was just killing time waiting for his buddy. Mike handed Jerry the lighter and Jerry sparked it up, took a deep hit and passed it to Mike. Mike took a couple of hits and passed it back. Back and forth they smoked and passed the joint, and Mike was feeling very relaxed. Jerry was commenting on the fuck bench, saying how hot it was and how great it must be for a top to fuck a bottom in one of those. They began joking around about it, and finally Mike explained that he was in fact a bottom. Jerry just moaned. He started commenting on how good Mike's ass would look in that bench. He was funny and fun. Mike relaxed and eventually gamefully offered a showing. He walked over to the bench and put his legs in the holders sat down and leaned forward. Jerry walked over with the joint, and passed it to Mike and started to rub Mike's ass. Mike loved it. He loved that he had another guy who he had just met feeling his ass. Jerry asked Mike if he ever did coke. Mike loved coke but only did it rarely at best. But there was Jerry with a little bottle of cock. He turned the lid, and there was a single bump. Mike motioned Jerry in front of him and with his cock right by Mike's face, Mike leaned in and took a hard sniff. Then Jerry cranked the lid again and offered Mike another hit. Mike leaned in to take this bump but had his eyes fixed on Jerry's cock which was starting to swell. He inhaled deeply, and for a moment had this incredible rush, and then everything started to go black.....

I was horny as hell when I got to my room at the baths, and through the open door across the hallway I found exactly what my fat loaded balls were aching for: a motionless guy on the bed with his ass up and no rubbers in site. It was the perfect omen for what I hoped would be a full night of breeding. I rushed into my room, tore my clothes off and headed straight across the hall without even my towel. The guy stirred when I slapped his round bubble butt with my fat dick. As I closed the door and my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw something I hadn't noticed before - a stream of cum dripping from his hole to the mattress. Fucking Jesus! This was too fucking sweet! The guy started to get on his knees, but I pushed him back on his belly. The sight and smell of all that spooge was intoxicating, and I wanted to make love to his pussy with my tongue before I invaded him with my fat dick and spewed my own toxic juice up there. I felched a huge load and savored it like wine. I wanted to leave plenty to lube my fuck, but the thick, husky taste of man juice was just too sweet to pass up. I slurped another load with my tongue, turned him over and fed his mouth a juicy glob of cream. He sucked like a greedy little pig, and we passed the sweet seed back and forth in a hot, nasty kiss. "Damn, fucker, you're hole is fucking SWEET! How many loads you got up there?" "At least 10 or 11. Some guys came back and dumped more than one load. I love it, dude, can't get enough. I hope you've got a big one for me." Both my head and my dick were throbbing with white-hot lust. I was so fucking crazed that I didn't know what to do with this horny bitch boy first. I fingered his raw cunt, which still felt pretty tight, and pulled out another fat wad of manseed. He sucked my finger, and we shared another sloppy kiss. What a fucking hot kisser! He looked in his late 20s or early 30s, about 5-10 and 160 pounds, Latino, with a nice face and full lips. Although we were the same height, I had at least 10 years and 30 pounds of muscle over him, so I pinned him in my arms like a tiger on prey. I usually don't care if my anonymous fucks get off when I breed 'em, but I knew this boy was my kind of whore, and it was sweet to know that sliding my meat into his cunt and spewing my dirty cum in his guts would satisfy both of us. His wet mouth clamped onto my pecs, and he sucked my huge nipples like a hungry baby. I felt like a prize fighter who just heard the bell for Round 1. "Fuck yeah, boy, Daddy's gonna pump and breed your bitch cunt good! You're gonna get my first load of the night, baby, and it's gonna be fucking huge. I'm gonna refill all the sweet jizz I slurped from your pussy, and then some." "Ay, papi, please fuck me, please! I've been waiting all day for you to come and make love to me! I need my papi to fuck my pussy good! ¡ChÃ*ngame, papi! ¡Soy tu puta! ¡Por favor, chÃ*ngame! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! The nasty talk in English was hot enough, but the way this fucker babbled in Spanish like a whore in heat made me shiver. This was one of those rare, sweet encounters - when you find another sex-starved pig who truly shares not just your lust, but also your passion. This would be more than a hot fuck - I wanted to make love to this boy. Instead of flipping him over for a doggie-style fuck, I lifted his legs onto my shoulders and locked eyes with him. I took a hit of Jungle Juice and aimed my rock hard dick at his hole, which was still dripping cum. FUCK! His cunt was so wet that my fat meat slipped all the way in with just one push. He let out a huge scream, which I quickly muffled with my hot tongue and some sweet nasty talk. "SÃ*, puta, estoy en tu culo. ¡Ay, que rico tu culo! ¡Te quiero tu culo, baby, te quiero tu culo!" When I pulled out a bit to start my rhythm, I saw hot cream coating my dick and oozing out of his stretched, hairless twat. The ripe smell of cum mixed with poppers and sweat was overwhelming, and I fucked like a condemned man given one last pussy to rape before execution. I was babbling like a mad man, alternating curses of "you dirty, fucking whore" and with moans of "papi loves you baby, your sweet pussy makes my dick feel so good" He pleaded in two languages for me to fuck and breed him as he slurped the sweat dripping off my muscles and fed it back to me with hot, wet kisses. Every time he pushed up to meet my thrusts, I could feel and smell cum seeping out of his hole. My only regret was that it couldn't go on forever. My fuse was lit even before we started, and I knew my first load would explode soon. "OH BABY, BABY! PAPI'S GONNA BREED YOUR SWEET PUSSY, BABY! YOU READY FOR FOR MY DIRTY SEED, YOU FUCKING WHORE? HUH? HUH? YOU WANT IT? YEAH? OH FUCK, FUCK FUCK…. TAKE IT, BITCH! ARGHHHHH!!!" I almost blacked out as I gripped this boy and slammed him hard with my hips. Wave after wave of hot juice flowed out of my balls, spraying his insides with a thick coat of sweet poison. I stopped thrusting after a few seconds and used my fat dick to block my dirty cum from leaking out. I collapsed on top of him, held him tight and whispered how much papi loved his sweet puta. We kissed and made out while my cum mixed with the other loads and absorbed itself into his guts. After about five minutes, I pulled out. His pussy lips stayed tight, but I wanted to savor my work before I left, so I told him to push out. I had worked most of my jizz deep into his guts, but he managed to squeeze out some precious drops that I greedily licked. I fed it to his hungry mouth, and we locked in another juicy kiss. Normally I would have been ready for Round 2, but I wanted to shower, clear my head a bit and recharge my balls with another load for this boy, who deserved only my best. So I got up to leave and told him I would be back if he wanted more. He smiled and kissed me, and I could still taste the sweet flavor of cum on his lips. "Thank you, Daddy. Te quiero mucho, papi." I showered, went back to my room and saw that his door was closed. I fell on my bed and dozed off for about an hour. When I woke up, I noticed a piece of paper on the floor. I heard his door open, so I went out into the hall, only to see a fully clothed guy checking into the room. I went back into my room, closed the door and read my boy's note. "Gracias, STUD! Te quiero siempre. Hasta luego." I fell back on the bed with a smile. I was disappointed that he was gone, but he left me with a memory for life. I don't know his name, where he lives or whether I'll ever see him again. But even if I don't, I still get hard knowing that we shared so much more that was physically and emotionally rewarding in that one fuck than many people do in a lifetime. It was awesome.

Hi there. Just telling my story about getting pozzed. My fuck friend invited me to join him on his trip to a party for members who are already poz. Six times a year they have their parties, and each time approximately a hundred guys get together and have fun with each other, all walking around the room, fucking bare or getting fucked bare, no questions asked. I got the gift there, just laying in a sling in a darkroom waiting until the next man came into the room. That night I received ten loads in my ass. The act of being fucked so much, and knowing poz guys were breeding me, made me fucking horny Have fun guys. xxxx

Since going on PrEP a few years ago, I have increasingly ramped up my bottoming and load intake. My evolution has moved beyond being your average Truvada whore to a full on cum dump. I cannot seem to get enough. Recently, I have been taking upwards of 3-5 loads a day. I have even astounded myself. In fact, I am starting to think that I am giving even the local whores a run for their money. My phone and email seems to be ringing off the hook from guys wanting to deposit their seed – not that I am complaining. As a conscientious cum dump, I also take 100mg’s of Doxycycline as a PrEP for Syphilis but lately, it seems I have been contracting Gonorrhea over and over. Since I work and teach in medicine, I also keep multiple antibiotics on hand. The moment I suspect something, I take the CDC recommended antibiotic and dosage. Gonorrhea (Azithromycin 1g + 400mg Cefixime). My question to other cum dumps is this: When you take as many loads as we do… Do you get treated every three months for everything? Assuming you are full of STI’s? Mind you, I am not a chaser but I also want to be as responsible as possible without being a hypochondriac. Or, do you just continue taking loads and going on with your natural call to please? Thoughts?

We’d chatted online for a long time. Never met but we knew so much about each other. I knew he was a medical student – ironic considering what he wanted. He knew I did something or other. He really didn’t care what, it wasn’t what I got paid for he was interested in. It was what I did with great passion that turned him on greatly. I’m just an ordinary bloke, bit of a belly and hardly a looker. The sort of bloke he wouldn’t have given a second look to in any other circumstances. There was only one thing that I had to offer him. We both knew what and we both knew how badly he wanted it. Circumstances meant we didn’t get to meet as planned before, but this time it was different. He told me he’d be at work alone that day, and as it was a Monday it would be quiet. As I was driving along the M4 towards his place of work I was thinking “what are you doing, this is insane” but of course my little head had taken over and big head was just following orders from the satnav. I drove past the place and then parked opposite. I watched for a while to make sure he was alone. There certainly wasn’t anyone in the sales area, he’d told me his boss was on a day off. Now was the time. God was I horny; I was here – less than 50 feet from him at last. Now he had to be done. I got out of the car and locked it, double checked I was looking my best then crossed the road. I opened the door and he looked at me. I don’t think he thought I’d be there, it was a long drive for me. He shouldn’t have doubted me, he’ll come to regret that someday. I walked over to him and grabbed his cock through his jeans. Just as mine was, rock hard. This told me all I needed to know. I walked back to the door and flicked the sign over to Closed. So what if the local wino’s couldn’t get their Red Stripe for half an hour? They’d manage. I’d waited far too long for this moment, I wasn’t gonna get interrupted by someone who could get what he wanted at Spar. I was getting what I wanted at Thresher. The door was secured, he was looking at me with this shit faced grin. I took him by the shoulders and pushed him into the stock room out back. Within seconds I had his jeans down round his ankles and was lubing his ass with some spit. He was even better looking than on his photos. I think he relied on this when he met guys. He told them what he wanted but secretly he didn’t really, it was just a way to get off. He thought I’d have an attack of conscience and not go through with it. He obviously didn’t know me that well then did he? I’d told him I was a man of my word. I’d told him when we met that was it – his ass was mine. And there it was, in front of me. I was hard as nails, I’d thought about taking a Viagra but I’d never had a problem before and there was no way I wasn’t gonna be able to perform today. I slid my cock deep into this boy, right to the root. He screamed out in pain, but I wasn’t taking any notice of him. I was getting what I wanted – his arse. I wasn’t going to last long though, time was against us. I had him bent over, so he could reach out up against the wall, Stella to his left, Fosters to his right. I was pounding his hole so hard the bottles were rattling. He was struggling to get away but I had a firm hold of his waist, he was going nowhere. I was nearly there, about to shoot a load into him. He’d waited for this load and I gave it to him. I flooded his ass, I was sure he was overflowing. He looked over his shoulder and said to me “thank god that’s finally over, you’ve had my poz cherry” The rattle of the door brought us back to the real world. He dived off my still hard cock and yanked his jeans up and ran into the shop. I stayed where I was, praying it wasn’t his boss. It wasn’t, it was just some bloke wanting 10 Bensons and some king size Rizla. Obviously he had something planned. As did i! The customer left and the boy came back out to see me. I was there, erect still, waiting for his ass back on my cock – and I told him so. He dropped his jeans and reversed onto me. I needed to make a mess of his ass. I pounded away again, harder than before. I had the time now to really ram him and delay cumming, he really wasn’t expecting to be fucked that hard. This time he was stood pinned against the wall. My cock was deeply embedded in him, then all the way out then slammed back in. I was enjoying this, I was in no hurry. Then the door went again, a customer just walked in. He pulled his jeans up and wandered out. I looked on the CCTV screen, this one was cute. I wondered if he wanted what I had too? We’ll never know. He went and the boy came back in the stock room, did what he knew he had to do and then reversed onto me again. Once again I was ploughing him hard and the bloody shop door went again. We both looked at the screen and I said to him “ hope you didn’t mind me inviting someone else along”. In the front of the shop was my mate Jeff. I called him through. He’d met the boy before but bottled out on his duties and rubbered up. Within seconds he had his trousers down and as soon as I pulled out of the boy Jeff was in there, his piercing adding to the boys anal injuries. He shot a good hard load into the boy very quickly, that boys ass was so hot no-one would have lasted. Then it was time for Jeff to drag it out, do some proper damage, give the boy a good hard fucking he’ll always remember. The door went, I pulled my jeans up and went to serve the customer. Well, those few months when I worked at Threshers served me well. Jeff was doing what he does best but very quietly, while I was serving an old lady with her bottle of sherry, he was out back serving a young lad in a very different way. It was time to put the Closed sign up again for 10mins. Jeff was still balls deep in the boy but they were on the floor, face to face. Now was the time to put Jeff and my second plan into action. I stripped my jeans off and spat on my cock, then joined the two fuckers. The boy was led there, I could see cum and blood dripping out of his ass. Ideal lube. Jeff’s cock was still deep inside him, I was to be now too. I put the head of my cock next to Jeff’s and just shoved it right in. No mercy. The boy jumped up but Jeff stopped him jumping up. There he was, wedged between two hung guys, his ass impaled on two fat pierced cocks. Two poz cocks, In one neg boy's hole. As planned.

A while ago I posted a story of the encounter I has with my hot slut. The guy was so conflicted, even so desperate about wanting the bug that the very thought of it makes him hard, yet, at the same time, the thought of the bug scared him shitless. After the last session I hadn't heard from him in a while when yesterday I received a message in my inbox from him which said "I need you. Please!" Read on, because I intended to make sure this slut's dreams, and fears, come true. "I’ve been thinking about my last encounter with traindriver68 and how horny I have been. Despite the obvious risks, the prospect of doing it again was often in my mind, fueling pretty much every wank session I have had, and helping me cum quite a few times with the various women I was fucking as well! This morning I was in the shower, getting clean, and my mind turned back to him and his hard, raw cock. As I washed, I began to fantasize about our next encounter. I’d been chatting online with a local guy the night before and we’d talked about meeting up at the sauna in Luton for some group fun. Traindriver and I had also chatted about meeting here and it got me thinking about how exciting that meeting would be. We met at the Greenhouse in the changing room and agreed on which glory hole we would use. I entered the cubicle and got into position. He followed me, entering the adjoining booth, where he promptly slid his hard cock through the hole in the wall for me to suck. I dutifully dropped to my knees and sucked his cock, getting it hard and slick with my spit and his precum, the taste of which excited me, but I resisted playing with my hard cock, which kept me horny and in need of release. He passed his poppers through the hole to me, which was the signal that I should align my hole with the glory hole. Bending over, I parted my cheeks and pushed back so that my arse was centered over the glory hole, and then I prepared myself by taking a hit of the poppers. He fingered me, pushing a generous quantity of lube into my quivering, vulnerable, nervous arse. Then, when he thought I was ready, his hard, raw cock began pushing at my hole, seeking admission where I know it shouldn't go, but I wasn't one to object. I took another hit of the poppers, enjoying the rush which made me into his slut - into his breeding bitch. The anonymous nature of the sex was perfect as it allowed me to fantasize, reveling in how slutty I was behaving. As he found his pace, and I enjoyed the sensation of his hard cock stretching me out. Reaching forward, I was able to stroke another cock which had appeared through the hole on the other wall. I was one happy slut: multiple cocks are always better than one. About then I heard he call out to me, instructing me to to unlock the door to my booth so that guys could watch and enjoy my whorish self. Of course, in my heightened state of arousal, I complied and unlocked. He apparently heard the bolt slide open as he told me "You're a good boy, and I'm gonna reward you!" With that I heard the bolt of his door slide into the open position, but at no point did he pause in fucking me. Knowing he also enjoys being fucked, I assumed he was hoping some horny guy would come by and slip into his hole while he fucked mine! After a few more minutes fucking, he asked "You want a load in your ass?" Although unsettled, I gave him a firm 'yes'. He picked-up the tempo of the fuck, and I could actually fee his cock expanding. Part of my brain recognized my decision to get fucked raw was far from the best of ideas, but just as I was forming the will to pull off his cock, the door opened, and a guy sporting a rigid cock walked into the room. From my position, all I could see was his cock, and was fuckin' beautiful. It was about the same size and shape as traindriver’s, hard and ready to be sucked! As I open my mouth and it slides in, I almost forget about the cock about to load me up, but I suddenly remember and make a move to pull off. As I do, the guy in my mouth reaches down, grabs my hips and pushes me back against the wall. “Stay there and take his load, you know you want it!”. The voice! It was traindriver!! “Shhh, you know you want this, so I made it happen! This is what you wanted but were too scared to ask for. This is why you wanted to be fucked through the glory hole, so you could imagine it was somebody, nobody, anybody…” I begin to cry, terrified of what is happening to me, but I don’t struggle against his grip. “Good boy, just keep sucking my cock and enjoy what’s happening to you!” I feel the cock in my arse suddenly swell and the warmth of a big load begin to fill me up. As I feel it, I cry for the knowledge of what I know is happening. As I cry, traindriver unloads in my mouth and as I automatically swallow, I feel the cock in my arse pull out and the cum begin to run down my balls. I try to pull away, but I’m held in place once more, and almost immediately, another cock slides into my ruined hole. “You stay there and take those cocks. I know you want to, I know you need this and you know it too! The big load of cum you just shot on the floor without even touching your cock is proof! I’ve set you free and you needn’t worry about whose cock is coming through the hole any more. As he speaks, the second cock pumps another hot load into me and is replaced by the yet another. I can hear the guys outside high-fiving and telling each other about the hot hole in the booth taking their loads. I’m held in place for a total of five loads, shot deep in my hole and pushed deeper by each subsequent cock. My cock remains hard throughout, despite the huge load I shot with my first cum injection, and despite the fact that its continually drooling cum (just like my ruined, stretched arsehole!) all the way through my breeding. Traindriver remains with me throughout, whispering words of encouragement, feeding me his cock, keeping me in place and making sure I am sniffing his poppers to keep me compliant. When the fifth cock pulls out of my gaping hole, he gently pulls me into a standing position, my tired limbs complaining from where I’ve been bent over for so long. “Did you enjoy that? Wanna know how many of those guys were poz?” Of course I did. “Well the guys who fucked you were arranged by me. I know who they were, but you don’t. If you want to find out, you’re going to have to go around the sauna and ask the guys. But you can’t just ask them, they’ve all agreed that they will only tell you if they are poz or neg when their cock is in your hole. You’ll need to get fucked a few more times if you really want to know!” As I left the booth I saw guys walking around the hallway, and I wondered which of them had been in my ass. Of course I also speculated as to which guys were poz and which were neg. Most of the guys registered my legs and arse were coated in cum, and the hunger each man displayed in his lustful gaze told me he wanted to be the next man to spew his load in my arse. I made my decision and headed to the open room at the end of the floor where a number of guys had gathered, to be joined by those who were following me. Taking up my position on the bed, I gestured for someone, anyone to use me, all the while knowing I would, one way or another, eventually figure-out if any of the loads in my arse were, in fact, poz.

Damn this is so hot, anyone seen it? http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=1723387421 I cant tell if this is set up, but love how that bttm keeps his calm at the door while taking a bare cock. Damn the guy ever takes a load over his ass while talking to the neighbour at the door. Anyone else find this super hot?

What I'm about to tell you is 100% true. I know this is a "fiction" forum, and I have written several stories on here. But something is driving me to share my real story. The story how I became positive. I need to confess my behavior, for posterity, so that at least some people will know what happened. To believe me or not is entirely up to you, but I know I'll feel better getting this down in print. I started off as any good, self-respecting, midwestern gay boy who came of age in the late 80's did. I was scared shitless by the AIDS epidemic and always used condoms. Always. With a couple girls, and then even with the few boyfriends that I had when I finally came out in the mid-90's. It was just what was done-- unless one was in a long term committed relationship and both parties had been tested. Fast forward to the later 90's and I had a long-term "committed" relationship with a guy who eventually got me to drop the condoms. And I LOVED it. He was younger than me, with a big, curved, 8" cock and I really got off on feeling him cum inside me. But then that relationship ended. I moved away to the Carolinas and he stayed. It was a good thing, because it turns out that neither of us was particularly faithful in that relationship. During my time In the Carolinas is when I started my descent into barebacking. Early on I had a few boyfriends... always fucked with condoms with them. And then suddenly I was single... perpetually single. And perpetually horny. It started innocently enough. I would have hookups and we would "mostly" use condoms. If the guy was married, I would let it slide because he "was safe". And fuck how hot is it to let a married guy fuck you bare, right? At first I always asked them to pull out when they came. Most of the time they did. But then I just finally stopped asking, and they stopped pulling out. And I found out that I really loved feeling the throb, the wet heat, of their semen pouring into me. I began to crave it. So I started letting "partnered" guys fuck me bare. I figured they were a pretty safe bet too. And then it was married, partnered, or guys who said they were negative. Granted there was still condom use here and there, but it was much more sporadic. This was in the era of those home HIV testing kits. I was far too scared to go to a clinic or my doctor, so I would buy the test kits every 6 months and dutifully stab my finger and mail in my sample. Waiting for the results was nerve-wracking, but it was always the same. Negative. As the years progressed during my southern tenure, the lure of barebacking got stronger and stronger. Condoms were a rarity now, and I was starting to let anonymous guys cum in me raw. And I found I really got off on it! I can still remember the first time a complete stranger came in me at a bookstore in the city near me. I was in a dark alcove watching a guy taking turns blowing the three guys surrounding him. I was jerking off and a guy snuck up behind me and started playing with my ass. And before I knew it he was lubed and pushing into me. I just let it happen as the other guys stopped getting blown and started to watch me take dick. They all egged the top on, to "breed me". And he did. I was simultaneously so turned on and so mortified that as soon as he was done, I dashed out of there. And then jacked off a huge load later at home! That session sort of flipped a switch in me-- if I was willing to let a complete stranger cum in me, then fuck it. My inhibitions about taking raw cock were completely gone, and I would take multiple anonymous loads at that same bookstore in my remaining year in the South. I started going to sex parties and letting guys breed me. I started taking cock at the Y. And I even went to a leather party where I was roofied and ended up in a sling with guys taking turns and tallying up their loads on my stomach with a sharpie. I left that party with 18 hash marks-- but only remembered like 4 of the guys. I tested myself again... and still was neg. Even after all that, I was negative. Then I moved back to the Midwest. I dated a poz guy for awhile and we fucked bare all the time. But he refused to cum in me, even when I begged him to. He had too much guilt and didn't even want to fuck me raw in the first place. He said he didn't want to be the one to infect me. We eventually broke up. And I resumed my slutty ways-- taking lots of raw cock and loads. Going to sex parties. Etc. A friend involved in the AIDS community discovered I was being reckless and so he dragged me to the clinic to get tested. I figured I MUST have HIV by now, right? So much unprotected sex. Nope. Still negative. And then I met Steve. I met him online under one of his screen names "BarebackerMn" or "BarebackerMan" or "StevenToTheNuts". I think this was back in the days of gay.com still. Anyway, if you are reading this on this forum, you may know him (or of him). I found out later he was quite the "gifter"-- lots of conversions to his credit. Lots of videos. But I get ahead of myself. Steve and I chatted online quite a bit. I mean, his cock pics alone were a big draw for me. He had several pictures of a big, beautiful 8 inch dick. Naturally my ass was begging for it. But Steve was positive. To backtrack a little, yes I was being a slut. I hooked up with lots of guys and attended sex parties and went to bookstores and such. But really not very often. Oh, every so often I would get cum crazed and do the bookstore thing, and then leave with several loads in me, and a huge amount of guilt. And sex parties were few and far between. And my online hookups were with guys who said they were neg, or were partnered... still. I didn't actively seek out guys who said "don't know" or "poz" because even though I craved feeling a man cum inside me, I really didn't want it to be poz cum. Not in the back of my mind I didn't, because I knew it would seriously impact my life. So I tried to be a bit selective-- not letting guys who "looked" poz fuck me bare. Only letting proclaimed "neg" guys breed me during one on one hookups, etc. Yeah, I was that naive, but it had worked so far, right? Anyway, back to Steve. Like I said, we chatted a lot, and I was VERY tempted by his cock. But his profile (and his chats) let me know that he was DEFINITELY positive, and that he ONLY fucked bare, and he NEVER pulled out. He also warned me that he was charged and that if he fucked me, I'd probably get "knocked up". Because he'd done it before. All this talk scared me. And titillated me. But mostly scared me. I kept looking at his dick and thinking, "I really wanna feel that inside me. I wonder if he'd pull out if I asked?" I probably should have just avoided him... but every time I saw him on, we chatted. Little did I know I was being inexorably drawn into his web. And then one night, it happened. It was late fall and cold outside. I was in one of those cock hungry moods and had been online for hours trying to find dick. All to no avail. And then Steven logged on. And we started chatting. It was late and fuck I was horny and damn I needed some dick and fuck I'd probably already taken poz loads unknowingly and ok I'll drive over what's the address? Before I knew it, I was standing on his porch and knocking on his door, thinking "what the fuck am I doing?" He answered wearing sweats and a t-shirt. I left my boots by the door and followed him downstairs to the basement, my stomach in knots and my heart threatening to beat out of my chest. (My stomach is actually clenched while typing this). When we got down to the basement, it was.... almost too much. My apologies to Steve (if he ever reads this) but he and his husband were not excellent housekeepers. And the basement was, well, the best way to describe it is "seedy". There was fake panelling on the walls, a ratty, plaid 70's couch in front of the TV, and a carpet with stains from god-knows-what. There were also vodka bottles and full ashtrays and ... you get the picture. I almost turned around and left. But I didn't. We sat on the couch, and there was bareback porn playing on the TV. I'll give him credit, he sensed my nervousness and he didn't pressure me into anything. He just sat there and put a hand on my thigh. I reached over and touched his cock through his sweat pants. It felt huge, and he was definitely hard. He played with my hard cock through my jeans too and we watched porn for a few minutes in silence. "Hey bud, we don't have to do anything you don't want to. But maybe you could suck me a bit, if you want?" he said. And then he played his ace. He stood and slowly shucked his sweats, and that big cock flipped and bounced just inches from my face in all it's glory. He sat back down and started stroking it, and before I knew it I was on all fours in front of him with his big meat in my mouth. He was very appreciative- because he knew that as soon as he was inside my mouth... my ass was his. I sucked him a bit longer, and then he told me to get undressed. I did. I was so horny at this point, nothing was going to stop me from getting that cock in me. My dick was drooling precum all over that godawful carpet and I didn't care. "Get on all fours in front of the TV," he told me. And I did. "Take a hit of those poppers," he instructed. And I did. And then I felt his raw dick slide into my ass. Alarm bells were going off in my head, but my cock was rock hard and I NEEDED to be fucked SO DAMN BAD!! And damn if his cock didn't feel INCREDIBLE! Just like his screen name, he went in my hole "to the nuts". And then he started slow fucking me. He paused with his dick half in, and I saw a flash. He had pulled out his phone and was taking pics of his raw dick in my ass. I asked him not to show my leg tattoo if possible. "Don't worry," he said. As he fucked me, he started talking. Dirty talking. Filthy stuff. Stuff that noboby had ever said to me before. Stuff like "You know you have a poz dick in you, don't you? And you like it! You're ass is gripping and loving my big cock! You're gonna take my poz load and I'm gonna charge you up. Make you convert, like I've done to dozens of guys. You're just a fucking pig bug chaser, aren't you? A dirty fucking whore that's gonna let me put my toxic load up your cunt." A litany of filthy poz talk poured out of his mouth while he fucked me. I can safely say, at that time I was NOT a fan of this kind of talk. In fact, it made me nauseous and I wanted to stop. But the poppers were doing their job and in my haze I let him continue. "Guess what boy? No going back now-- you're getting my dirty load," he shouted as I felt his cock start throbbing inside of my ass. He pounded me hard as he came, trying to push his load as deep in me as possible. And I took it all. As soon as his load was shot, he pulled out and went for a cigarette. I started getting dressed in silence, not having cum, and not comprehending what I had just done. He showed me to the front door, and I drove home in a daze. I think I stayed up another hour just thinking about what I had done. I had just let a VERY poz guy cum inside me. I felt a bit sick to my stomach and cursed myself for allowing it to happen. Until the next time. The next time Steve and I fucked was about a month later. This time his partner was there and they both fucked me. I sucked Steve while his partner fucked my hole first. And let me just say this, Steve's partner had an even BIGGER cock and it fucking HURT! But I took him, and his load. There was no filthy talk when Steve's partner was fucking me-- I don't think he liked that scene. But as soon as he was done, he left to go to their sauna, thus leaving Steve and me alone. That's when Steve ramped up his poz talk and dumped his nut in me too. Then we sat in the sauna together. I took Steve several more times after that. Once again on all fours as he took more pics. The fourth load was video recorded. That recording ended up on a bug chasing website (much to my dismay). I had asked him not to post it. It had LOTS of poz talk and it was clear that I was neg and he was gonna poz up my ass. We made a few videos at my place too-- one shows him mugging evilly for the camera as he uses a finger to "prime" my hole before he sides in and breed it. I didn't understand what he was doing until much much later. Later that winter I got sick. Like really sick. But it was also the year that the H1N1 or whatever flu was hitting hard, so I didn't think much of it. But damn if that flu didn't take it out of me. I found that I was fatigued more and often tired. It took me a long time to recover, but even then I never felt "good". Steven and I sort of lost touch, and I really didn't see him online much anymore. I was finding plenty of other dick to keep my ass satisfied, and I was hitting up a local sex party more and more frequently, taking as many loads as I could get. Then about a year later, I got a call from the clinic that summer informed me that I had been exposed to Syphilis and that I needed to come in to be tested. So I went, and naturally they performed all the testing. And that's when they came in and told me that I had tested positive for HIV. Subsequent testing would show my viral load was pretty high, so I'd been poz for awhile unknowingly. I know to most people, the initial diagnosis probably comes as a shock (although really, how much of a shock can it be if you are having unprotected sex?) Upon hearing the news, I didn't get angry or cry or go numb or anything really... I just rationally processed it as a fact. I think I mystified the counsellors with my calmness about it. I mean, heck. I'd been having unprotected gay sex for years, was almost exclusively a bottom, and I'd let a known poz guy breed my ass. Repeatedly. It really was just a matter of time. And that's it. That's my story. I'm on meds and healthy, I'm doing well, and taking more cumloads than ever. PReP has made it so that EVERYONE barebacks-- it's so fucking hot! And EASY! And now? Now I sorta get off on poz talk. I've had more than one hot session where I pretended to be neg so a poz guy could get his rocks off on "knocking me up". I think I posted one of those stories here. And if you read my other "stories" no doubt you'll recognize parts of this one in there. Write what you know, right? Do I regret allowing myself to be careless and become positive? Sometimes. But it is what it is, and there's no going back now.

Getting My Poz Freak On What the hell did I get my 30 year old ass into this time? Here I was strapped in a sling in leather restraints in my black boots and jockstrap, horny as hell for pig play. A handsome, leather, bearded, muscled daddy-type was preparing a rig to slam into my arm. I woke this morning with a morning wood, horny and looking to cruise. I logged onto my favorite gay site and browsed the profiles. One headline caught my eye. It read, “Dominant Leather BB Pig!” His stats read: “Age: 45” “Height: 6’2” “Weight: 155 – 160 Lbs.” “Position: Versatile/Top” “Build: Muscular” “Body Hair: Hairy” “Cock: Large/Uncut” “HIV Status: Unanswered” “Drink: Socially” “Drugs: Yes” “Smoke: Yes” His description read, “Masculine man here, intense, and likes to go with the flow. Looking to smoke, slam, and perv out with like-minded pigs. Let’s get twisted and breed.” My cock sprung to attention. I unlocked my private pics and sent him a message that read, “Hi, hot profile. Pig boy here looking to expand my limits and do some serious piggin.” He replied, “Hot pics, boy! DOM, BB, pig, daddy here. Love to get you in my sling, get twisted and breed that hole. You like cum and piss? Want to parTy?” I replied, “Yes, I want your cum and piss. Let’s parTy.” “I only BB. You cool with that, boy?” “Yes!!” “Come on over, boy. The sling is up and ready.” He sent me his address and we set up a time to meet. I jumped in the shower and prepared for an afternoon of pig play, then slipped into my dirty jock stinking of piss, got into my boots and headed to his house. I knocked on his door. When he opened the door there stood one rugged looking, hot man in a leather jock and boots. The twists of his curly beard hairs ended around his nipples. He was muscular, with a hairy chest, and treasure trail that disappeared into his jock. I looked into those dark brown eyes and must have sprouted an instant boner. This guy was so fucking hot!! “Damn boy, get that sweet ass in here, and get those clothes off. Let’s get to piggin’.” I stripped down to my jock and boots, and he led me to his play room. He had leather gear hanging from the walls, a bench full of dildos and toys, and pics of hot naked men on the walls. There was a sling hanging in the middle of the room, and the moans of sex could be heard from the porn playing on a big screen tv. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would explode right out of my chest. What an erotic play space too. He pulled me to him and slipped his tongue down my throat as he kissed me with the most erotic, passionate kiss I ever had. I was putty in his arms. “Woof….you’re going to be fun!!” He grabbed my ass with a firm grip, and turned and walked to his wall of gear. He returned with a collar in hand, and strapped it tightly around my neck; then locked it in place with a pad lock. “That’s better, boy, now let’s get your ass in the sling and play.” I flipped myself into the sling, and he put my feet into the leather stirrups, then went back to his wall of gear and returned with leather wrist restraints. My cock was rock hard. With each throb my rod stood at attention and again dropped to my belly. He wrapped his hand around my cock and stroked the full length of my shaft, working precum to the end of my piss hole. With one finger he wiped up the precum from the head of my cock and made me lick it up. He then strapped the restraints around my wrists and secured them to the sling chains. “Now we’re ready to get started, boy. Trust me you’re going to love this as much as me.” He turned back to me again and pulled out a syringe. “You like to slam, boy, when you parTy?” I told him I smoked T in the past, but never slammed before. “It’s amazing, boy. You’ll crave to be an even bigger pig after slamming.” Smoking T made me a big pig, but I was totally excited after hearing how much more intense a slam would be. My cock throbbed hard at the thought of the pig play ahead, and my first slam. I was almost shaking I was so excited. He finished preparing the rig and turned and placed it on the table next to the sling along with a tourniquet. He then grabbed a catheter and lube and placed them on the table next to the rig. “From the looks of your cock all boned up, I think you’re ready for the ride, huh, boy?” “F….U….C….K, Yes!!” “I’m going to breed you good, boy. You ready to take my cum too?” “Yes, I want your cum and piss. Please!!” He chuckled and grinned, “Are you sure, boy?” “Yes, give it to me!!” “Are you poz or neg, boy?” “Neg, why?” He put the tourniquet on my arm, then grinned again, “Welcome to the club, boy. I’m going to poz your ass tonight.” My eyes widened and jaw dropped as I gasped, “You’re poz?!!!!!” He just grinned again, grabbed his already hard cock, and nodded yes. I struggled to get free from the restraints, “No!! Untie me!! Let me out of here!!” “You’re saying no, boy, but your cock is saying yes!!” I looked down and my cock was raging hard and pulsing. He turned his back to me, “Let’s just seal the deal, huh boy??!!” “Just untie me, please.” He grabbed a belt from his table and tightened it around his arm. When he turned back to me he had an empty syringe in his hand. He looked into my eyes. “You’re going to love this, boy!!” My cock again throbbed, saying yes, but my head was telling me no. He extended his veiny arm for me to see, then pulled the cap from the needle with his teeth, and lined the needle up with his vein. I watched him slowly poke the needle into his arm, into his vein, and he drew back half a syringe of blood. I again struggled to get free, as he wiped my now protruding arm vein with an alcohol swab. It was an easy find. He grasped my arm firmly to hold me still. All I could do was watch in terror and excitement. My heart was beating fast. He lined up the needle to my vein, and with a slow jab I felt the needle poke into my arm. He drew back on the plunger, mixing our blood together in the syringe. “Here is comes, boy!! And I’m not on meds, so I’m highly toxic. This is your conversion!!” His cock was rock hard. Precum oozed from the head of his shaft and dripped from his PA ring. (More toxic juice). I watched as he slowly injected his poisonous blood into my arm vein. “There’s no turning back. You’re mine!!” My cock again throbbed, and I stopped struggling. It was too late, but at the same time, it was so erotic. His toxic blood was now shooting through my body, and I found it turning me on, not off. “Fuck……yes!!!” “I knew you wanted it, boy. I want to give you all of me.” I let go of all the desires that burned in me for so long, “Yes….breed me. Poz me.” He again wiped my arm with an alcohol swab then pulled the cap from the rig with the T. He lined the needle up to another vein in my arm and grasped my arm. “I wanted you fully sober for my blood, and your cock tells me you are as excited about it as I am. Now let’s go for a ride.” He again slowly poked the needle into my arm, and drew back on the plunger. My blood flashed back into the syringe. “I’m in, boy.” I watched as he slowly emptied the syringe into my vein. He popped the tourniquet from my arm, and pulled the needle out. Blood trickled from my arm, and he wiped it with his finger then licked it up as my body felt the rush. My neck felt hot!! My heart raced!! Tingly sensations filled my body, and my cock again throbbed with excitement. My hole begged for attention. I wanted all his piss and cum. “FUCK!! It feels amazing!! What a rush!!” I felt an erotic sensation throughout my body. I wanted to be a total pig with this man. I wanted all his toxic cum in me. “Fuck me. Fill me with your poz cum.” “Easy boy, you’ll get all of my DNA and more. We’re going have a great time!!” He again tightened the belt on his arm, cleaned off his forearm with alcohol and picked up another rig of T. “You watching, boy?” He walked to the side of the sling so his extended, veiny arm was in clear sight. I watched intensely as he again popped the cap from the syringe with his teeth and aligned the needle to a protruding vein in his arm. With a slow advance he slid the needle into his vein and drew back on the syringe. His toxic blood shot into the syringe, and he slowly injected the blood and T mixture into his arm. He removed the empty syringe from his arm, and blood trickled down his arm from the injection site. He dropped the belt to the floor and put his arm to my mouth for me to lick up his blood. It was all so hot!!! He closed his eyes and grinned, “Fuck, yes!!! I’m going to enjoy pozzing you tonight, boy!!” His cock was rock hard with more precum leaking from its piss slit onto his PA ring. He walked toward the table next to me and opened the lube and catheter package. After lubing the tip of the catheter he grasped my hard cock and lined the tip of it with my piss hole. I felt the catheter spread my piss slit open, and he slowly advanced the tubing down my urethra. My cock again throbbed rock hard, and as the catheter reached my bladder urine shot from the end of the tubing onto my belly. He quickly clamped the tubing off, then leaned over and smeared my piss all over my chest and abdomen. The smell of piss filled the air. It was so erotic. Then without delay he stood up again and aimed his hard shaft up in the air. A piss stream shot from the end of his cock, dripping from his PA ring as he sprayed his piss all over my cock, body and face. I opened my mouth and he filled it with his piss. The taste was strong and salty as I gulped down mouthful after mouthful of his golden urine. Piss dripped from my stache and beard and teased my nostrils. I loved the smell of piss. Even walking into a men’s bathroom and smelling piss made my cock rock hard. My cock again throbbed and danced with each pulse as he soaked me with his scent. The last of his piss dripped and splashed from his PA ring to his legs and the floor. He again smeared piss all over my soaked body with his hand. He then leaned over and licked piss from my chest, running his tongue up my chest and across my lips as he buried his tongue deep into my mouth. I could taste his piss on his tongue as he again French kissed me. His tongue was buried deep in my mouth with his lips pressed firmly to mine. This man brought out every animalistic desire in me, and I craved for more. The catheter tubing stuck out from the head of my boned up cock, and he reached down and unclamped it. My piss started to spray out onto my belly, and he took the end into his mouth and drank every last drop of my piss then again clamped the tubing. He leaned over and again kissed me with a mouthful of my piss and fed me my piss while again slipping his tongue deep into my mouth French kissing me. Fuck, I was in heaven. “Now let’s work that ass of yours, huh boy? You want that ass opened up to take my poz seed?” “Fuck, yes, I want all your fluids in me. Charge me up!” He reached for his toys and lubed up a dildo that was about 8 inches long. It was smaller at the head, but widened as it reached the base. “Let’s stretch that ass open, boy.” He point at the base of the dildo, “This is 6.5 inches around.” My ass was begging to be used. He took the head of dildo and pressed against my hole. My ass quickly engulfed the head of the dildo with ease. I was flying high, and with just a little pressure I watched in the mirror above the sling as my hole took the full length of the dildo. I moaned with pleasure and tightened my ass around the toy as he worked the dildo in and out of my hole. “Fuck, yes…..work my hole.” “You like that, boy?” “God, yes….I love it!!” “Let’s step it up a bit. I want to open you up wide, get my fist in you before giving you my poz load.” He grabbed an even bigger dildo. “I’m going to wreck that hole, boy.” “Yes!! Give it to me.” He again lubed up the dildo and my ass engulfed the head with ease. “This one is 9 inches with a 7 inch base. I’m going to have that ass gaping when I’m done.” He worked the dildo in and out of my hole until my ass stretched tightly around the base of the dildo. I took the full length in me and he again began to work my ass harder and faster; each time slamming into my prostate, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. After stretching my hole wide open he removed the dildo. My ass was gaping open, and he took a large butt plug and lubed it up. “Here boy, this will wreck your hole for my fist.” He pressed the head of the butt plug to my open hole and applied pressure. My hole stretched even wider, and I watched in the mirror as the butt plug began to disappear into my guts. I thought my hole would tear open, but with one final pop, my hole wrapped around the butt plug and pulled the last of the wide, bulbous base inside. “Now keep that in you for a bit, boy. Feel good?” “oh….yes!!” “Are you thirsty again, boy?” He once again unclamped the catheter sticking out of the head of my cock and soaked me with my piss, only to lick it up and smear it on my body. The smell of piss teased my nostrils and made my cock throb rock hard. “I have more of my toxic fluid to give you, boy; time to point again.” My body was full of erotic, tingly sensations, and I craved to be a total sleazy pig for him. “Are you watching, boy? I like you to see me inject you with my poison.” “Fuck, yes….give it to me. I want your poz blood in me.” He took the same syringe he used earlier, and the thought of some of my blood entering his body made my rock hard cock stiffen even more. I watched him tighten the belt around his arm again, then clean a spot on the protruding veins of his rugged looking arm. He lined the needle up to his vein, and I watched the tip slowly poke into his arm. He advanced the needle into his vein and pulled back on the plunger, filling the syringe half-full with his blood. “The site of you slamming me with your blood turns me on so much!!! Give me your virus!!” He pulled the needle from his arm, put the tourniquet onto my arm, and cleaned off a spot on my forearm. I again watched him take the syringe and line it up to my arm vein. He grasped my arm to steady my vein, and then poked the needle into my arm. Seeing our blood mix together as he drew back on the plunger was hot. He then made sure my eyes were fixed on the syringe as he emptied another dose of his blood into my veins. Something stirred in me so erotic, so sensual. He was sharing every part of himself with me. He nudged toward the syringe, “Are you watchin, boy?” He again pulled back on the plunger filling the syringe with blood. The needle slipped from my arm and a trickle of his poisonous blood ran from my arm. He again lined up the needle to his arm and advanced into his vein. After getting a blood flashback, mixing our blood again in the syringe, he slowly injected my blood into his vein. He leaned over and again French kissed me with his tongue twisting with mine. At the same time, he pulled the butt plug from my ass, and worked three fingers into my gaping hole. “I want to feel my fist inside you, boy. Your hole is ready, and the sensations will feel incredible.” He lubed up his fist and arm, and began to finger my hole with three of his fingers, working them in and out; twisting is fingers around the rim of my hole. Then a fourth finger slipped inside with his hand cupped; and soon his thumb entered. He again twisted and worked his hand in and out. I was still flying high from the T. He worked his hand deeper and deeper into my hole, until his knuckle was ready to slip in. With a quick thrust, he opened me up and in popped his hand to the wrist. The feeling was total pleasure, sending tingling sensations throughout my body. He again worked his fingers farther into me, slowing searching and guiding their way in as he opened me up. He slowly withdrew his hand past my inner ring, and again opened it up, repeating back and forth, before fully withdrawing his fist from my gaping hole. “Your hole is wide open, boy!!” He slammed his fist into my hole more forcefully, and burning pain quickly turned to pleasure again as he repeatedly pushed his fist into me to his wrist and withdrew it again. I watched in the mirror as my hole squeezed tightly around his fist. He continued to work his fist in and out of me. As he pulled out for the last time my hole remained open. My ass lips were swollen and hung open and I noticed a trickle of blood dripping from my hole. “Fuck, boy, you’re ready for my poz seed now,” as he licked up the blood dripping from my ass lips. He then unclamped the catheter one more time and as piss started to spray from the end of the catheter tubing, he soaked my abdomen and slowly pulled the tubing out of my cock. Piss sprayed onto my chest and face as the end of the catheter slipped from my piss hole. I began to piss on myself and into my mouth, and he opened his mouth to lap up the piss from my tap. I emptied my bladder onto both of us. Piss dripped from his stache and beard onto my cock. He licked piss from my abdomen, then rubbed my soaked body, smearing my piss all over my chest, abdomen, and cock. He then engulfed my hard cock into his mouth, tasting my piss one more time. He stood up and stroked his raging hard, poz shaft twice, then with one quick thrust slammed his cock into my ass balls deep. He worked his death stick in and out of my hole ramming in harder and harder. When he pulled his cock out, it was tinged with ass juice and blood. My cock was rock hard watching him seed me, knowing he was leaking his poz precum into my wrecked hole. “You want my poz cum now, boy?” “Yes, give it to me.” “Beg for it!! Beg for me to poz your hole.” “Please, please give me your poz seed, sir. Charge me up!!” He again slammed his cock into my ass, and thrust in and out harder and faster, burying deep in me with his balls slapping my ass. “I’m working my poz precum into your bloody hole, boy. My virus will definitely get in to convert you.” “Yes, give me your cum!! I want every drop of your poison.” “Fuck, are you ready for it, cause I’m very close to seeding you?” My cock was pulsing with excitement, and he pushed me over the edge as I started to shoot my cum across my abdomen and chest. “Fuckin, hot, boy….here it comes!! “ He thrust in me one more time, and buried into my ass. I felt his cock throbbing and pulsing, filling my ass with all his toxic cum. His body jerked with each shot of cum from his cock. “Fuck yeah, boy. Take my poz seed.” “Fuck yes….I want all your DNA.” He held his cock deep in my ass until I felt his pulsing shaft stop throbbing. He then started to slowly plunge his cock in and out of my hole, working his poison deep in my guts. When he pulled out, his cock was tinged pink with poz cum and blood. His cum leaked from my hole, and he walked over to the side of the sling. “Clean my cock off, boy. Lick up that seed and blood.” I engulfed his cock into my mouth, and sucked every drop of blood and cum from his shaft. I then licked the head of his cock clean. “Fuck, that was amazing!!” “There’s no way you are not charged up now, boy. You’ll be seroconverting in no time. You’re mine, boy!!” Over the next two weeks, we swapped blood, and he seeded my ass with his charged cum 7 more times. And he was right, a week or so later I was seroconverting. I didn’t get all the classic flu-like symptoms so many guys get. I had a lot of night sweats, headaches, odd looking abdominal rashes, was very fatigued, and ran a fever. Knowing I was pozzing excited him and boned me up too. To celebrate we again swapped blood, but now we were swapping poz blood in our slams. We also swapped toxic seed, recharging my hole. After 5 years, we still pig and slam together, but now have converted 10 more chasers wanting our diseases. We continue to take all the toxic seed and blood we can get. My dad acquired gonorrhea, and he gladly gave it to me. We both had syphilis as well. We share all of our diseases with each other. Guess we are now in a daddy/son relationship, since he asked me to move in with him and continue exploring our twisted, taboo desires together. I of course said, "Yes!!"

Hi, I am 18, and got pozzed a couple of years ago. I was wondering if I should start with meds.. I havent really seen or felt any of the effects of the virus. For your info, I live with a man thrice my age, so my parents dont know the whole conversion thing. He is just a friend who is generous enough to accommodate me for free. So, should I start with meds? Please leave a comment below

You're the perfect hot breeding machine mate!

Just back from an evening at Slammers/LA. Took a couple of loads and was pounded by a bunch of hot guys. Left with a sloppy used hole.

Amazing story, Going alone at night to a truck stop , knowing that a total stranger is going to fuck you, must have been an incredible turn on.

Got one from a fuck buddy. He always eats my ass like he's starving. He's a tiny little twinkle with a skinny seven incher. He jammed in and and bred me deep. The twenty minute walk home was fun as I could feel his load slowly leaking out. As soon as I got home I got bent over the bathroom sink and fingered myself. My man loves using cum as lube.

Here I am breeding a hot hole.

What makes me a whore is my wonton desire to get bred - not just fucked, but BRED. I revel in the feeling of a cock unloading deep inside me. I crave it. I'm not picky about the location - bedroom, bathroom, couch, kitchen table, floor, alley, bar, whatever as long as that cock goes into me and cums out dripping cum. I don't much care about looks either. I've had fantastic fucks with homely men and I've had horrible fucks with adonises. Likewise with size. have had great large and small and bad large and small, so those aren't really factors for me. It doesn't matter if he finds me attractive, as long as he NEEDS to get off, I offer my hole. Let him use me and cum in me and then he's on his way.

My cherry was popped as a 12 year old, how old were you? <3

I understand you are mad at the guy you told us about (with good reason). But if you tested poz on Monday, you got infected somewhere in the range of 2 - 12 weeks earlier. In fact if this had been your first exposure, you could have taken PEP and most likely prevented HIV from taking hold. I feel for you, but the story you are telling makes no sense.

* * * * * * The first story I would like to nominate for 6 stars.

Another fine weekend. Holes successfully bred, fists successfully inserted, chems successfully consumed, bug successfully transmitted. Life is good.

Part 3, One quarter of the way around the Circle That amazing all night fuck fest at the Four Seasons had been just over two months ago. But between school work, and then that nasty bout with the flu he had come down with a few weeks later, (and then all the work to try and catch up on everything he had missed while out sick for a week), this was the first time Yasser had had a chance hook up since that night (although he spent every free moment jerking off to memories of that night.) After a lot of internal debate, Yasser had just posted his ad on Craig's List that morning before he took the train over to Philly and then only chceked his email for replies infrequently while on the train. He had not been sure about posting the ad. On one hand he was here for the Model U.N. program which was important - it would look good on his resume and he was hoping to network and make some good professional contacts. So, he should be going to bed early. On the other hand... he would be in a new hotel room.... how could he not have sex in it? And he was so fucking horny. And once the program started he was not sure he would have any free time to hook up. But on the other hand he should be good and go to bed (alone) early and get some rest..... and so he spent the train trip from NYC to Philly in a continuing internal battle. But as soon as he walked into the hotel lobby he knew he had been right to post the ad. Hotels were like Viagra for him now. He had gotten rock hard the moment he had stepped through the hotel door. He should have known that he would have this almost Pavlovian response. For him now "hotels = sex." So now all thoughts of being good and going up to his room and going over the material for tomorrow were banished. He was happy that he had placed the ad - and even happier that he had replied to the email from the "horny redhead." As soon as he got up to the hotel room he would send the guy his room number and hopefully confirm hooking up. His cock was leaking in anticipation as he took the elevator up to the 8th floor. At this point he would have been happy with sex with anyone tonight. But the "redhead" claimed to be his age, which would make him about 15 to 20 years younger than anyone he had ever had sex with before. That added a new layer of excitement to what lay ahead. He wondered if the redhead would be as adventuresome as the man from the 4 Seasons. After two months with no sex, any sex would be OK.... but that night 2 months ago had opened his eyes to how mind blowing "real" sex could be. It could be so much more than just fucking/getting sucked -- or occasionally getting fucked/sucked off by some middle aged married man who got nervous as soon as he came and then wanted Yasser to leave. That night at the 4 Seasons he had learned what it was like to be covered in sweat and cum, laying in bed next to a hot man who was also covered on sweat and cum. A man who was not freaking out and making up reasons for Yas to leave, but was resting up for the second - (and then even a third round) -where the sex and climax would be even more intense - more mind blowing than even that first explosive orgasm had been. He was looking forward to sharing all that the man at the Four Seasons had passed on to him, and maybe if he was lucky - learning and expanding his sexual knowledge with this new adventure. So, here he was, freshly showered. This time being the one waiting for the knock on the door, rather than to being the one in the hall knocking. It felt odd, being on this side of the door, as if he had graduated or something. He had never "hosted" before, and he felt that being the host that it was his responsibility to make it a memorable evening, to set the tone, to offer something special. To make sure that his guest had a sexual experience he would never forget. It made him a little nervous, what if the "cute redhead" wasn't really cute? Well it was too late now, nothing he could do about that except hope. He was also excited - standing there with just the damp hotel towel wrapped low enough around his thin waist so that the top of his massive tangle of pubes was showing over the top of the towel. On the other side of the door, Jonathan was also a little nervous. This was the first time he had ever hooked up without knowing what the guy looked like. Yes they had both exchanged descriptions but.... The guys on Grinder all had photos, and one of the advantages of going to NYU was being on walking distance of gay bars, which meant you actually met the guy in person before deciding if you wanted to accept his invite back to his place. Jonathan was cute. And he was a redhead - (which was a turn on for some guys). Most people assumed that with his kinky/curly red hair and his pale milky white skin that he was Irish, but he was in fact a Russian Jew. He kept his hair trimmed short so that it would not look too much like a 1960's "Jewish Fro" that it did when it grew longer. He was 5'8" with a nice lean naturally smooth "twinkie" build making him look younger than his 21 years, so he was always getting carded at the bars. The only hair he had on his body was a small thin patch in his armpits and a small but very thick tangle of bright red pubes right on top of his really nice fat 7" cut cock. His cock had a nice fat mushroom head that guys loved to suck and loved to take up their butt. He had a nice milky white smooth bubble butt, that was tight and firm and totally hairless, even in his crack. It was, as he was frequently told by the guys who wanted to fuck him, a "sweet fuckable ass." But that line didn't work too well on him, he didn't mind sucking cock, but he had never liked getting fucked. While he looked like an innocent twink bottom, he was naturally assertive and preferred to top. Fortunately there seemed to always be a shortage of tops, so he had never had any trouble finding a bottom to fuck. But tonight's hookup was a total mystery. The guy had said he didn't have any photos on his phone so couldn't send any. But his description he had given sounded hot, and what the fuck he was out of town and wanted something new. And, if he was really an old troll, he could just say "sorry, I was looking for room 920, I must have gotten off on the 8th floor by mistake" But he was horny and so this was worth the gamble. So there it was, room 820. He took a deep breath and knocked. As the door opened, Jonathan let out a sigh of relief and felt his cock start to harden, the gamble had paid off. The guy WAS hot. Being naturally smooth, almost hairless Jonathan had always been turned on my hairier guys. It was hard not to reach out and run his fingers through the thick coarse black hair that covered his firm pecs, and then his eyes followed that dark furry treasure trail down to that bit of pubes that was showing.... DAMN!!! He was glad that he had stuffed a few extra condoms in his pocket as he was leaving his hotel room. He hoped this might be one of the rare times when the guy was interested in more than just a quick fuck and then a good bye. Yasser also felt that old tingle in his groin. Damn this little redhead was really cute, and supposedly they were the same age, though he looked a lot younger..... this could be fun. Jonathan smiled and held out his hand, "Hi, I'm Jonathan." "Yas" came the startled reply as they shook hands. Never once in the almost two years he had been hooking up with men in hotel rooms had anyone ever asked his name, much less offered their name. This greeting caught Yasser so off guard, that he had not only given his real name, but the shortened nickname only used by family and close friends. They stood momentarily smiling at each other, still shaking hands until, remembering that he was standing at the open door wearing only a towel that was not exactly hiding the growing hardness of his cock, he invited the redhead, no, invited "Jonathan" into the room and offered his guest something to drink, "We could see what is in the Mini Bar" "No, I am fine" came the reply as Jonathan shut the door behind him. Yasser hesitated for a moment, still not comfortable in the role of host. He didn't want this to be just cold mechanical sex like he had had with all the other men, he wanted it to be passionate and primal like that night at the 4 Seasons, so without saying anything else, he leaned in for a kiss, and was eagerly kissed back. Their tongues made initial tentative explorations. Probing. Tasting. Feeling. Until they finally broke off and their faces pulled away slightly from each other, their noses just not quite touching - they both opened their eyes - trying to read the other person. "So..." Yasser started to say with a shy smile. The redhead didn't give him time to finish the sentence, he merely smiled back and leaned in himself for another kiss, one hand gripping Yas by the back of the neck while with his other hand he undid Yasser's towel which fell to the floor. Yas melted into Jonathan's mouth, wrapping both his arms around him pulling him into a tight embrace. Somewhere in the back of his brain he felt the buttons of Jonathan's shirt pressing into his naked torso, his naked legs against the redheads jeans. Jonathan's cock, trapped inside those jeans was desperate to get out - he could feel Yas's equally hard naked cock as if it were a red hot poker tying to burn its way through the fabric. He also felt, and tasted, Yas's tongue pushing again into his mouth probing, no longer tentative, but insistently - as if to claim dominance - Jonathan's tongue pushed back. They dueled. Explored. Each fighting for control. They griped each other tighter -as if maybe, if they pulled each other closer their bodies would merge. The kiss went on. Slowly Jonathan's tongue retreated and Yas's pursued seemingly to claim ownership. Dominance. Jonathan did not consciously submit. But deep down some switch clicked. Eventually they both had to come up for air. Their eyes locked - studying each other. Normally at this point Jonathan would have subtly pushed his hook-up to his knees to service his cock. Instead, not knowing why, he slowly sank down to his own knees, placed his hands on Yas's slim hips and stared at the beautiful cock sticking out from the thick black bush. He opened his mouth and swallowed the dark cock. Pulling in into his mouth - tasting it. When he had swallowed all of it he felt Yas's low hanging hairy balls swing into his chin and his nose was buried in the bush, he inhaled. There was no sweat, Just the faint aroma of hotel soap. Yasser griped Jonathan by the head, feeling his short kinky hair against the soft palms of his hand. Jonathan didn't resist, he just let out a soft whimper and seemingly tried to swallow more of Yas's thick cock. "Damn" thought Yas, after all those weeks it felt good to have something other than his own hand pleasuring his cock - and this guy was good - his mouth felt amazing - that talented tongue was doing wonderful things to Yas's cock. He was getting lost in the sensation just as Jonathan, the guy who considered himself almost a total top, somewhere in the back of his brain was also lost in the sensation of having this cock in his mouth. He was losing control, or maybe giving up control. Somewhere deep down another switch clicked. He didn't know why he had sunk to his knees instead of pushing Yas to his, so that he could be shoving his cock down Yas's throat. All he did know was that he wanted to worship this beautiful cock that was in his mouth. He was beginning - not that he realized it yet - to need that cock. He ran his hands up Yas's torso following the thick treasure trial that served as a road map, til his finger tips found the thick pelt of fur covering the hard pecs. He ran his fingers through the hair, just enjoying the sensation of that thick course hair, until his finger tips found Yas's rock hard nips. He played with them for a little while and then twisted, causing Yas to let out a moan. Jonathon continued playing with Yas's nips while deep throating Yas's long fat cock. Finally, Yasser let out a gasp and pulled his cock out of Jonathan's mouth but still kept his hands gripping the sides of the guys head. Yas tilted Jonathan's head back so he could look him in the eyes. "Damn you are really good but was getting close and I want this to last." And then changing mood he grinned down playfully at the redhead he asked "And how come I am the only one naked in this room?" Jonathan grinned back at the hot dark guy looming above him "You have a point, why are you?" he said standing up and peeling off his clothes as fast as possible. The room was not big, so by the time, with Yas's help, Jonathan was also naked they were standing next to the bed. The stood there, both momentarily hesitating, naked in front of each other - the tips of both of their rock hard cocks, not quite touching, but connected by a thin strand of precum that had leaked out of their piss slits. Yasser's, 7" cock stuck straight out from his mass of thick black pubes that surrounded his cock and his low hanging hairy balls. Jonathan's, fat 7" curved up slightly, like a banana, out of an equally dense, if much smaller patch of tangled kinky bright red hair just at the top of his cock - his balls also low hanging, were pink and hairless. They stood like that for a few moments- their eyes moving quickly studying each other's bodies - both being equally aroused by the contrasts. Yas wanting to explore the tight lean almost hairless body and Jonathan being equally turned on by the taller boys darker skin and all of that dark dense hair, wondering if his chest hair and pits would also gave that faint smell of hotel soap. Yas moved first. pushing Jonathan down onto the bed and pouncing on top of him, Yas stared down briefly at this fucking adorable redhead. He hadn't realized how hot it would be to play with someone who was his own age. And, Damn! he was cute, he loved how smooth he was with only the hint of dark red fuzz in his pits. He took all this in quickly before lowering his face down to kiss. This time Jonathan opened his mouth eagerly- accepting the penetrating tongue into his mouth. Welcoming the probing. But soon Jonathan's natural instinct to be the leader in sex resurfaced and he pushed Yas on to his back rolling on top of him. Pushing his tongue into Yas's mouth. Then after a while, Yas's re-asserted himself and Jonathan found himself on his back again. They alternated back and forth until when Yas was on top he broke off kissing and slid his tongue down Jonathan's neck. Licking, sucking, nibbling his way down to where the neck meets the shoulder and gave a playful bite. Jonathan gave an involuntary moan. As Yas bit down again, harder this time, Jonathan, not knowing why, wrapped his legs around Yas's legs. He enjoyed the the feel of his almost smooth legs against Yas's hairy ones. Yas bit down again - this time even harder and longer. Sucking. He knew somehow that it would be OK if he accidentally left a hickey. That in fact he could leave a mark there. Would leave a mark there. That excited him. All those married men he had always to been so paranoid about marks that he had always had to hold back. Those meetings had just been about sucking and fucking. The man at the 4 Seasons had not cared. Not having to be careful was part of what had added to the excitement of that night. It is when Yas had learned the difference between fucking and sex. He understood somehow that Jonathan was not worried either, as long as it felt good Jonathan would go along for the ride. Yas didn't have to be careful. He could be reckless. This realization was like letting the flood gates that had started to open that night at the 4 Seasons, now opened fully, and the last of Yas's sexual inhibitions were washed away. Yas continued to bite down hard and Jonathan gave another involuntary moan and wrapped his legs tighter around Yas. A jolt of electricity seemed to run from the bite mark to his ass.... making his ass tingle, and start to get hungry. Yas sensed this and it made him more aggressive with the licking, biting, and sucking. Both of them were carried along with the flow of sexual energy that passed between them. Yas attacked Jonathan with wild abandon letting his instincts take over. His mouth worked on Jonathan's neck, and down to his nipples and back again. At the same time his hands were exploring Jonathan's lean silky smooth nearly hairless body. Jonathan felt the energy flow back and forth between whatever part of his body Yas was attacking and his ass. As Yas explored his body, Jonathan felt a growing hunger in his ass. As amazing as the sensation was - it scared him. Eventually Jonathan again tried to reassert himself, rolling Yas onto his back, again starting with a long kiss then breaking off and, his tongue sliding down is neck through the furry chest exploring for the right nipple, finding it and licking it... teasing it... and then sucking it softly at first, and then harder, hungrier. Then switching to the left one. For Yas it was as if his nips were connected directly to his cock, the more Jonathan licked and sucked the more precum flowed out of his piss slit. And so it went each taking turns exploring each others bodies with their hands and tongues. Until Yas grabbed Jonathan by the wrists and pinned his arms up over his head. Yas was drawn to Jonathan's arm pit with that dark red fuzz, he slid his tongue down into Jonathan's arm pit and started to lick and nibble. Jonathan let out a whimper which continued as Yas talented exploring tongue slide slowly down the side of Jonathan's torso licking, then also sucking and nibbling as he went. "Oh fuck ya" Jonathan moaned as Yas's tongue finally made its way to Jonathan's hip and slid over and then down to that sweet spot right between the thigh and the pubes. Yas washed Jonathan's smooth hairless ball sack before sliding up the underside of the fat hard cock. It was fairly smooth, the fat cum tube clearly visible and just one small crooked vein which helped emphasize that Jonathan's cock was otherwise this silky smooth rock hard pink curved shaft. Yas finally reached the flared mushroom head and circled it flicking his tongue over the piss slit to lick up the glob of the pre cum that was pouring out. The both moaned. Yas at enjoying the taste of the precum and Jonathan at the sensation of his cock first being washed and then slowly swallowed by Yas's very talented mouth. Yas lifted Jonathan's ass and spread the ass checks, fuck it was beautiful - smooth, totally hairless, with this tight dark pink bulls eye. He wanted to taste it. Would it be different from the blonde mans ass? Yas buried his face in Jonathan's hairless crack. His tongue flicked over that sweet dark pink hole. Damn he had wanted to taste this since he had first opened the door and seen this adorable red head. He cupped Jonathan's ass in his hands and lifted the ass higher using his thumbs to spread the cheeks further apart so that he could both admire that beautiful hole and get his tongue deeper into it. Although it took some work, Jonathan had not been fucked in months so the hole was shut tight and was not at all puffy - just a small smooth very tightly closed target. Yas placed the tip of his tongue almost at the bottom of Jonathan's spine and then slowly licked up the crack over the tight pink pucker to right underneath Jonathan's ball sack. Then slooowly back to the base and the spine- and then reversed direction again this time pausing to swirl this tongue around that dark pink circle. Jonathan let out a surprised gasp. He had never been rimmed before. The sensation of Yas's tongue and his stubble was amazing. When they had been kissing Jonathan had not noticed any stubble against the cheeks of his face. But now, clearly his ass cheeks were much more sensitive. It was if he could feel each and every short black stubble. It didn't hurt- it was just one more hither to unknown stimulation that was beginning to overload his brain. Yas continued to slowly work his tongue back and forth from the base of the spine to the base of the hairless ball sack. Then in addition to tracing the outline of Jonathan's sweet hole, Yas started to drill into the hole. To very slowly try and open it. Jonathan now had reached up to grab his own ankles- pulling his legs back and wider apart. The repeated waves of pleasure that washed over his entire body every time Yas's tongue entered into his ass had seemingly stunned him into being unable to articulate in words what he needed. Making his hole more accessible was the only way, aside from his constant incoherent whimpering, that Jonathan could ask Yas to continue what he was doing. And so Yas continued. Until he could get his tongue deep into Jonathan's now welcoming ass. Finally Yas lifted his head up and stared deeply into Jonathan's eyes. They were both panting hard. Eating out Jonathan's ass had been a huge turn on for Yas as well, so that for a moment he too was incapable of speech. Then Yas grabbed Jonathan's ankles and placed them on his shoulders and straighten his back. They were slowly catching their breath but still only able to communicate their mutual hunger for each other silently with their eyes. Without breaking his gaze with Jonathan, Yas took his fist and used it to spread all of the precum that had been leaking out of his piss slit down the shaft of his cock, then spit into his palm and added that to shaft of his cock for lube. He had that bottle of lube in the bedside table drawer - but deep down, instinctively he knew this moment was too special for synthetic lube. Until that night at the 4 Seasons he had also always played safe. All the previous men had been borderline paranoid about insisting on it. But after that night he didn't think about the condoms that were in the drawer next to the lube. Again instinctively he just knew this needed to be natural- so there would be no barriers between himself and Jonathan. He knew they needed to be able to feel everything, share everything. He lined up the head of his cock with Jonathan's hungry hole that was still open and wet with his spit. He pushed. As large and fat as it was, his head popped in fairly easy. Feeling Jonathan's warm wet hole welcoming in his cock sent an electronic current through his whole body. The penetration let Jonathan surface, slightly, "No wait" Jonathan's started to say "I have condoms...." But his voice trailed off. He had never enjoyed getting fucked. He had only done it when he knew that getting fucked himself was the price he needed to pay to fuck a particularly sweet ass. But he had never enjoyed it, in fact normally it hurt. But this- damn, it felt amazing. Being on his back seeing the primal determined hunger in Yas's eyes turned him on. He wanted to get fucked by Yas. But still his mind was getting foggy with lust again, but somehow random thoughts ... "play safe" ... "condoms" ... "important" kept trying come to the surface... He tried to focus, this was important, but he had stared slipping into a deep primal place he had never been to before but he tried to fight back to the surface, to vocalize it "Wait... In my poc..,, ooooohhh that.... Yeeeesss.... no wait, ...cond....ooohh ...wait!.....oh.. Yesss... Feels so goo..... No!... ahh...stop .... no" "Yes" replied Yas "yes, YOU feel so good... THIS feels soooo good...." Yas said as he slowly pushed another few inches of his raw cock into Jonathan's ass, then slowly pulled out. Then pushed in just a bit further- back and fourth, slowly. The fat head of his cock popping in and out of Jonathan's newly opened ass. Yas was right, Jonathon thought, it felt so good. Just the head of Yas', cock popping in and out. Teasing his hole with just a few inches of cock with each thrust before pulling out again. "Oh fuck ya it does ...It, ... You, ....This,... fuck... SOooooo gooood!.....But no... wait... " Jonathan waved his arm off in the direction of the room where somewhere, in his jeans, condoms, in the pocket...he couldn't concentrate. No... must concentrate, wait. Concentrate on what? Oh yes, Yas's cock in his ass. Fuck, this was amazing, why did this fuck seem so wonderful when all the others had hurt,... Yas's cock teasing his ass, he wanted all of it - not just a few inches, But wait. Yas's cock, raw, condom.... They should use them. Yes?? ... No? He tried to come back to the surface where he could think logically, but he kept falling back into that primal dark pool where maybe that didn't matter, all that really mattered was how amazing this all felt. Yas's cock in his ass. Yas reached up and grabbed the waving wrist and brought it back - pinning it to the mattress- over Jonathan's head. Then with his other hand he grabbed Jonathan's other wrist pinning it down too. Jonathan looked up, helpless. Not only physically, but also emotionally pinned down. Yas leaned down, their noses barely touching. "I need you" he whispered "I need THIS!" and with that his hips thrust forward and sank the last 4" of his fat straight naked cock into Jonathan. Jonathan pushed back with his wrists, arched his back and started to let out a scream as he felt the inner depths of his ass ripped open. But before he could let out more that a short "Aaaghh...,," Yas lowered his mouth stifling the agonizing moan by shoving his tongue into Jonathan's open mouth. His cock was all the way in now. Jonathan felt a mass of coarse pubes smashed into his hairless- ass. As Yas pulled out and the slammed home again, and again, and again, Jonathan's moans of pain and discomfort and half mumbled disjointed phrases about "condoms" slowly turned into pleading whimpers as he willingly submitted to Yas's penetration. Yas could feel himself getting close, but wanting this fuck to last longer he broke off the kiss and yanked his cock out of Jonathan's ass and sat back on his haunches. Jonathan let out a whimper when suddenly his ass which had grown to need to be filled with a fat cock was now suddenly empty. They were both panting, silently staring into each others eyes. Yas could see the hunger in Jonathan's eyes. The need to be filled again. That sense of power was intoxicating. Yes the man at the 4 seasons had wanted to get fucked by Yas's. But he hadn't "needed" to be fucked. But he could tell that Jonathan "needed " to be fucked. That made his dick harder and his own need to dominate, to control, to mark, to claim ownership, which until this evening he hadn't even known he had, grow even stronger. "All fours!" was all Yas said. All he could say at the moment. It came out almost as a horse hungry bark, not a question or request, but an order. Not knowing why he did it, just knowing that he needed to, Jonathan complied, quickly, eagerly. He flipped over, his knees spread wide, he rested on his elbows rather than his hands so he could lowered his chest and curve his back, instinctively knowing that this would lift his ass up higher in the air, make it easier for Yas to fuck. Yas could see Jonathan was submitting to him, to his cock, completely, so he lost no time. Before Jonathan had fully "presented himself" as the bitch in heat he was was becoming, Yas lined up his cock and slamming it back into Jonathan's welcoming hole. No slow easy reentry, Yas was too hungry for that kindness. Even though he had already been fucked by that cock for a good while on his back, Jonathan was not used to getting fucked and Yas's sudden brutal stab hurt. Yas pulled out just as abruptly and then re-entered with the same force. The same hard, sharp, stab. Each entry hurt physically ...and mentally. Although Yas did not say anything verbally. With each hard thrust forward. it was as if he was telling Jonathan. "You are a bottom, ....you are JUST a bottom, ....you are here to serve me, ......to take my cock, .....you ...are ...just ...a ....hole, ....a hole to take my cock, .....to pleasure ME,.... this fuck is not about you... IT ...IS...ABOUT....MY....PLEASURE...!!!." But in that he was wrong, Each hard thrust was not only battering Jonathan's ass, each thrust was also like a battering ram pounding away at Jonathan's psyche. Yes, Jonathan had come out to himself at an early age, and was totally comfortable being gay. As a top. A top who kind of liked the taste of cum and so would sometimes suck off the guy he had just fucked. This was different. Yas, Yas? was that his name? Jonathan's thinking part of the brain was still submerged. And why was the guys name important right now- all that mattered was that it had been Yas who had taken charge fairly quickly, confidently. Jonathan had always been the one to lead the way before. But from the moment he had stepped inside the hotel room, something was different. Now he was the submissive partner, following instead of leading, trying to catch up - but always seemingly one step behind. And now here he was ass in the air legs spread, presenting himself like a bitch in heat, wanting, NEEDING to feel a cock inside of him. No, not "a" cock, he needed to feel Yas's cock inside of him. The few times he had been fucked before it had always hurt, but this was different. Yas's cock hurt, but somehow, for some reason, he liked that it hurt. Each brutal thrust of Yas's hips, stabbing his cock inside of him made his own cock harder. He was powerless to resist the onslaught, he just let out a pained whimper with each stab, "Hmmmeph.....hmmmph.....hmmmph. Auungghh." He let out a guttural moan when one unusually hard fuck knocked the wind out of his lungs. All he could do was try and spread his legs a bit wider and curve his spine more to try and raise his ass higher in the air to give Yas better access. Access so Yas's raw dick could penetrate deeper into both Jonathan's ass and now totally defenseless psyche. "Yes" he hissed in reply to Yas's brutal thrusts, alternating with an occasional a whimpery "please." "Yes.....yes.....oh....yes....please.....oh yes.....yes....yes....oh....please....yes.....oh yes....pleeeeesssse...." Yas responded to Jonathan's last desperate "pleeeeessssee" with a hard smack on his ass which made Jonathan reply with another hissed "yesss." They fell into a rhythm, Yas's hard raw dick stabbing into Jonathan's ass, Jonathan's hissed "yes" followed by a hard SMACK on Jonathan's hairless pale white ass as Yas withdrew his cock, ready for another brutal re-entry into Jonathan's desperately eager ass. Thrust, "yeeess," pull out, SMACK, "yes"... Thrust, "yes," pull out, SMACK, "yes". .....Thrust, "yeeess," pull out, SMACK, "yees". ... Thrust ..."oh, YEESS," pull out SMACK, "please".... It became a mantra, seemingly sending them both deeper into that dark pool, deeper in an altered primal state. Thrust, "yeeess," pull out, SMACK, "yes". ........Thrust, "yes," pull out, SMACK, "yes". .....Jonathan lost all sense of himself as a separate being - he was part of Yas now. No not really - not yet. He was still just a bottom, he was just there to be used....But he wanted, he needed to be part of Yas - to join with him. But something in the back of his brain would not be quiet, every so often he remembered - not consciously - but then finally a thought that started deep down slowly floated nearer to the surface - he sensed it, and then subconsciously realized that Yas was fucking him raw. He had not even had a chance to pull one of the condoms he had brought with him out of his pocket. They were sill there in the pocket of his pants that had been left somewhere on the floor - abandoned in his eagerness to be naked and have sex with Yas. Jonathan distantly remembered trying to ask about them and Yas saying no, they didn't need one. Was that why this fuck was different? - That they were fucking raw? Wait...they should stop. Yas's should put a condom on. He had brought several, just there in his pants pocket. He had tried to point to them hadn't he? Thrust, "hmph, yeeess," pull out, SMACK!, "yesss!". .... He felt his cock jerk up and his ass spasmed at the dim realization that he was having unprotected sex with a stranger. Maybe this was what this was different, there were no barriers between them. Deep in his fuzzy brain the thought tried one last time to fight its way to the surface, they should stop this now. Shouldn't he? Yas pulled his cock all the way out and Thrust forward again, brutally reentering Jonathan's sore and battered hole. "HMMPH", yeeess," pull out, SMACK!, "yesss!". .....with this last brutal recitation of their manta, the last wall broke down in Jonathan. .... He realized that this - Thrust, "yeeess," pull out, SMACK, "yes". .....This is what sex was about. Thrust, "yeeess," pull out, SMACK, "yes". .....this was not some generic hook up. This thrust, "yeeess," pull out, SMACK, "yes", this was SEX. ....deep and primal - it was REAL. Jonathan realized he didn't want any barriers - he needed this intimacy. He craved the connection, to become one with Yas. As they continued to recite their manta Jonathan's "yes's" became more urgent, more desperate, more pleading. His brain finally turned off. He willingly dove back down into the dark warm pool. Dove deep. Surrendering once and for all to his primal nature. Thrust. "OH YES!!!" ... pull out, SMACK. "YES!" ... THRUST. "oh YES, PLEASE... PLEEEASE...YES." Pull out. SMACK. ... YESSSS!" ... THRUST ... "YES...OH FUCK MEEE!...I NEED YOU INSIDE OF ME...FUCK ME YAS! Please FUCK ME!!!" And so Yas did. THUUUST, "YEEESS!!l but Yas didn't pull out right away this time, instead he bent over Jonathan who felt Yas's breath on the back of his neck. Yas's arm circled Jonathan's neck, and squeezed, pulling Jonathan's head back painfully. Jonathan was sure that his spine - already painfully curved to make his ass easier to penetrate would break - but he didn't care, all he cared about was feeling Yas's hard throbbing cock inside his ass, and wanting desperately to feel him cum. To Cum INSIDE of him, that is what was needed so that Jonathan could be part of Yas... and right now - that was all that mattered. He felt Yas's arm tighten around his neck, beginning to choke off his air. The pressure of Yas's hairy forearm against Jonathan's windpipe replaced the hard smack on the ass in their mantra followed by a now strangled but still hungry pleading yes from Jonathan. THRUST, "Yes," pull out, squeeze..."yees" Thrust, "yes" pull out, squeeze, "yes." ...Thrust, "take me," pull out, squeeze, "yes" .... Thrust, "fuck me," pull out, squeeze, "yes." ...Thrust, "breed me," pull out, squeeze, "ohh." Thrust, "make me yours," pull out, squeeze, "Please, please, take me." Yas again stabbed his cock into Jonathan's abused ass, he could feel how puffy the ass lips were now compared to the tight smooth hole he had first entered. "Yeeeessss please" Jonathan responded in a horse plaintive whisper. This time, Yas again kept his cock buried in the battered hole and kept his arm squeezing Johnathan's neck, but also pulled him up so that they were now both kneeling. Yas's pulled Jonathan close so that he could whisper into his ear "Do you want it?"Thrust. "Yes" Jonathan whispered back. Pull out "Do you?" "Yes, please." Yas kept up a steady tempo, thrusting his raw uncovered cock into Jonathan's warm wet willing hole. Pull out. "Please what?" Thrust "I want" pull out "I need." "What?" "You" "Where?" "In me" "What?", fuck me, cum in me" "Are you sure?" "Yes" "Tell me" "Please" "What?" "Please" "Please what?"...Please...Fuck Me...Fuck Me!" "Ok, get ready" "Take it...take it..aahh... take. ah..it .." Yas's rhythmic thrusts were now just random hard brutal stabs. Ta..ke...aahh..taaah...iit..ah....taakk...take..ta...ta...taa...aarrrghhh!... Take IT!". TAAAKE .. IIIITT!!! Suddenly it was as if every nerve ending of Jonathan's body went into overdrive. He could feel each hair on Yas's powerful to arm that was still wrapped tightly around his neck. He sensed each particle of Yas's breath on his ear as Yas barked that last guttural primal "IIITT!!!" He felt each individual whisker hair on Yas's chin against his neck, Each one of Yas's chest hair as it slid across his sweat soaked back. He could feel each individual pubic hair of Yas's against his smooth ass crack and his battered puffy swollen ass lips. The ridge of Yas's cock head seem to grow larger as to scraped the inner walls of his ass. He could feel each engorged vein of Yas's pulsing cock as it erupted in his ass. Each spurt of Yas's cum as it splattered against the battered walls deep inside of his still hungry ass. Those sensations triggered something. Jonathan let out a strangled "AAAUUUGGZHHHHH" as his entire body convulsed as he felt his own cock erupt - his cum shooting out splattering a massive load over the pillow and the headboard. Yas couldn't believe it - he thought the orgasms he had had at the 4 Seasons had been intense. But shooting his cum into Jonathan's ass had been even better. The climax had shot through his entire body, like a massive earthquake followed by several major aftershocks as he felt his cum shoot deep inside of Jonathan's hungry hole. They both knelt there seemingly glued together panting. Time seemed to stop. The universe seemed to have collapsed into this small spot where they were seemingly glued together panting in unison. Holding each other up. Finally their breathing slowed and then Yas's cock softened enough to slip out of Jonathan's ass and they both collapsed in a tangled heap. As Jonathan lay their panting - It slowly dawned on him what he had been missing with all his suck, fuck, blow and go's. This is what sex was really all about. Before tonight he had considered himself very experienced. But he realized that actually he had been a virgin. Sure he had fucked a lot - a LOT. But he had really never had "SEX" before. Never had he felt this intense connection. The sharing. The give and get. The surrendering to the moment. He looked over at Yas's naked body. Damn he looked hot. Laying on his back, his cock was on his thigh, softened but was still fat and shiny with ass juice and cum. His chest was still rising and falling slightly. There were a few marks forming around Yas's nips and the base of his neck. Good he thought - that is the way it should be after sex. To leave your mark, he was just sorry in away that those marks would be fleeting. While they might be pronounced and even dramatic for a day or two. They would then fade away. He wished there was someway sex could leave a lasting mark, some lasting connection. He wondered what marks, what mementos of this night he would find on his body when he looked in the mirror. After all the fuck-n-go's he had had, he hoped this would not turn into a amazing-sex-n-go. He wanted to stay. he wanted to taste what Yas tasted like after sex. What would a round two be like with a guy? Yas looked over at Jonathan. Fuck that was amazing. He had thought that the 4 Seasons had been the best that sex could be but this had been even better and somehow he knew that the next time would be even better. He was afraid to look at the clock afraid at how late it probably was. He should send Jonathan home so he could try and get some sleep before tomorrow's opening session, But he didn't want the evening to end. He wanted more. He took one more lingering gaze at Jonathan's lean body. Jonathan was going to have a huge hickey on his neck down where it met the shoulder. And his nips were pretty chewed up. Then down to the beautiful cock. It had softened but was still engorged with a little cum still leaking out of the pink piss slit and pooling on Jonathan's flat hairless stomach. He wanted to taste it. But no. He should send Jonathan home as he needed his sleep and he knew he would never get any with this sexy guy in his bed. Damn that was a beautiful cock, he wanted to get fucked by it, to feel it inside of him. But NO - he needed to try and get some sleep. He should tell Jonathan that this had been really really hot but he should go. Now. He rolled over on his side so he could look Jonathan in the eyes when he told him he needed to leave. As he opened his mouth to speak, Jonathan's reached over and gently wrapped around his fingers around Yas's plump cock. As he felt his cock begin to stiffen his will weakened, Instead he asked, "You don't have to leave right away do you?"

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

Michaels hard cock was scratched and red, grinding into the dirt and leaves. Every few seconds Chris would slam his cock as far as he could into the tired boy, slowly sliding his body across the rough dirt. With each thrust Michael felt himself about to blow his own load, until he felt the scraping ground on his cock and chest which snapped him out of his pleasure. The drugs Michael had been given were in full force now and he was higher than he had been before. He’d messed around with chems a little, but not to this extent and Chris was taking full advantage of his new chem slut. Fucking him into the dirt for 30 minutes. As he felt himself about to come he contemplated if he should now or wait. The boys whimpers as he slid his thick cock in and out of the wrecked cunt gave him his answer as he felt his body tense. Slamming his hand down on the back of the boys neck and digging into his flesh, Chris grunted and pushed his cock into the fuck hole as it pulsed cum into the boys guts. The whore bit it’s lip, and pushed its pussy back, savouring the end of the rape like fuck it had just been given before the cock was ripped from his worn pussy and his head yanked back. “Look at it” The whore stared at the semi hard cock covered in white and red, knowing his hole must be ruined. Chris said nothing but pressed the cock against the whore’s lips. Once it was properly clean he lifted the tweaked boy up and put his hand on the throat of the tweaked slut. “Want more?” The whore’s face and torso were scratched and covered in dirt, the boy looked at the ground in shame. “Look at me slut.” The boy looked up into those brown eyes again. “This is what you are. – Move” And with that the boy was being pulled forward by the neck, nude, his clothes, wallet and phone with his Master, as he stepped into lights and towards a jeep. Chris opened the door and pushed the boy into the back after laying a towel down across the seat. The boy, high and exhausted, laid silently as the car drove. The boy awoke in a shower, on the ground, water spraying on him. He was groggy and his head hurt. He looked around him and saw he was in a bathroom, a toilet, a shower, sink, all white tiled. He knew this must be Chris’ place. He wondered how long he had been passed out under the torrent of warm water. He stood and went to turn the tap off, noticing his hands were tied in front of him, he studied the red stripes and marks along his wrist from the constant restraint. With effort he managed to turn the handle and stop the water. He stepped onto the cold tile and took a towel off of the floor. Again with difficulty he tried drying himself. The door opened and his Master walked in, took the towel and began to dry him. Paying special attention to the boys hair, and almost rubbing the cuts on the boys chest harder than needed. When Michael was dry, he was taken into a large room, on one wall was a table, with toys, cameras, a computer and other items. In the centre of the room was a mattress on the floor. Michael guessed it was a bedroom but aside from the table and mattress, it was bare. He shivered as he looked over the toys and the mattress, knowing he was about to be used. Chris handed the boy a bottle of orange liquid and told him to drink. “What is it?” The boy finished his question only to feel the back of his Masters hand crash into the left side of his face. “I said drink. Not ask me a question.” Michael took a sip and Chris grabbed the bottle and held it to the boy’s mouth until it understood and drank it all. “Good slut. Now sit in the middle of the mattress.” Michael stepped onto the mattress, which he could now see was stained a little but nothing major, he sat cross legged in the centre. Chris moved to the table, and back, holding a camera pointing it at the boy. “Now slut, you can ask not to be filmed but it won’t change anything, so you might as well comply.” Michael nodded. “How many men have you engaged with sexually in the last 12 hours?” Michael stared at the camera confused and muttered “3” looking down as he said it. “And you were receptive?” “Yes.” Michael answered. “Were any of the encounters unprotected?” Michael hesitated before acknowledging that “Yes, all three Sir” “Did you request any to wear a condom?” Chris smirked as he asked the question. “No sir” “Why?” Michael paused. He didn’t know what to say.. He stammered “I... I was too horny.. I wanted their cum." “Were any of them HIV Positive, or infected with anything else?” “Ye sir, they were positive… I, I don’t know about anything else.” Chris had the boy. He turned and put the camera on the tripod. “You’re a whore aren’t you boy?” Chris could see the T laced Gatorade was kicking in and the boy was sweating a little. “I’m going to own you boy, and destroy you like you want. That starts now.” Chris walked to leave the room, leaving the boy sitting in front of the camera as it slowly lost it’s head in the drugs. As well as playing the recording live to a few fucked up websites, Chris had it playing on the TV of the living room/waiting room. He took his laptop and began working while off and on replying to messages of guys looking to use the whore. All the adverts were the same. ‘Don’t kill him, but other than that enjoy.’ It wasn’t long before the first guest arrived and was entering the room. The boy was visibly fucked out of his mind and was so eager to suck the strangers cock it almost made Chris proud. Before long though the man, wearing a ski mask, got down to what he came to do. He kicked the boy hard in the side, pushing it down on the ground and forced one of the toys up the whore’s cunt, dry. Michael screamed and rolled to his side, winded and terrified. This had changed so quickly. His cunt was assaulted with the dry thick dildo, before the stranger pulled it out and replaced it with his cock. Chris would intermittently watch the show; men raping Michael, beating him, Michael begging. He kept headphones on so he didn’t hear the screams, even asked one of the John’s to gag the whore if he was going to be rough. The guys waiting for their turn, sat around in the room beating off and watching the whore be used. They were each offered a ski mask before entering, and when they were done – Chris would check the camera to see that the whore was still functioning, collect the $60 and nod for the next guy to enter. A couple of times Chris walked into the room and gave the whore another drink to keep it flying. Each time the boy would beg him for it to stop before Chris would slip a finger in it’s cunt, put it to it’s lips and tell it what a good whore it was being. The boy sat staring at it’s master, sucking the cum off of his finger before falling face down again and presenting his cunt, hoping the next man would just want to fuck him and not beat him. 12 men fucked him in a row over 18 hours. The Whore was so filled with drugs and cum it was passing out. It awoke, not for the first time, with a cock in it’s cunt, but this time, with 3 others in the room. Each of the men were average at best, and he couldn’t see the one filling him. One of the men walked over to the boy and put his cock on the sluts lips. Wiping his pre-cum on them before sliding it in it’s mouth. “We’ve all got gifts for you. Each one of us something special to give you.” The boy sucked as tears welled in his eyes. “Your Master asked us to come over and showed us the video of you talking about the toxic cock you let in you. He told us we needed to make you sick. That you deserved it. Is that right Michael?” He sounded insulting and teasing as he said it, the boy sucking on his cock as he said these nasty things, Michael was disgusted. But he was more disgusted that he was still sucking on the mans cock, the mans diseased cock, he didn’t stop. The cock in his hole pulled to the tip, and slid back in, making the whore moan. The cock was removed from his mouth and a camera placed at his face. “Fuck you’re disgusting. Is this really all your worth? Is that right you piece of fucking trash?” The boy whimpered into the camera and nodded, tears welling in his eyes half moaning half sobbing as the cock withdrew from his ruined cunt. WHACK the boys back was caned, leaving a bright red welt. “I SAID IS THAT WHAT YOU FUCKIN DESERVE? TO BE FILLED WITH DISEASE AND RUINED?” Michael whimpered, he was crying. “Yes sir" The cock slid in his cunt again and he moaned. The camera caught the moment the whore gave in completely. Disgusted with itself, shamed but still moaning and whimpering while it's pussy was filled.

'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 need to move to Leeds

My first time BB was also my first time bottoming. I had been topping for a few years, and had met a FB near where I worked. The first time we fucked, I fucked him bare. He never asked for me to use a condom, and I fucked him raw, pulling out and cumming in his mouth. I found out that was his preferred way to take cum. He asked if I wanted him to fuck me, and I refused, saying that I had never bottomed. He let it go, but always asked. Secretly I wanted to bottom, but was afraid to take the plunge. Finally, I arrived at his place one afternoon and told him "I'm not leaving until you fuck me. I need to know what it feels like." He smiled, and we headed off to the bedroom. We took our time, sucking each other, and he started eating my ass. It threw a switch inside me, and I knew I needed to be filled. I begged him to fuck me, and he raised my legs, lubed my hole and worked a few fingers into me as I held my legs up and wide. I felt his cock against my hole, slowly pressing inward. After a few attempts, getting further each time, I felt his cock head pop past my ring and he was in. After a few seconds to let me adjust to being filled, he slowly rocked in and out, each time going a bit deeper until I felt his pubes and balls against my ass cheeks. It was amazing. Several waves of emotion came over me. I loved the feeling of being filled. I loved the sensations my ass was sending out as he moved in and out. I felt disgusted with myself because I was a dirty slut. I felt vulnerable and wide open to him. I felt submissive, willing to do anything to make him happy and have him cum. All of this at once, and I had never been this turned on in my life. I didn't want it to end. As he continued to rock in and out, he started thrusting faster and deeper. I could feel that he was getting close. He looked down and asked "Do you want me to pull out and cum in your mouth?" I hesitated... and then answered "No. Cum inside me. I want to feel you fill me." That pushed him over the edge. He quickened his pace and I felt his cock swell as he pushed himself all the way in. The warmth and wetness I felt inside my ass must have been his cum. I wanted to feel like this all the time. After a few minutes he came back down from his orgasm, leaned forward and kissed me. I was thrilled that I had made him cum with my ass. My second time, I went back to see my FB and found that he had another guy there already. He was on the couch, sucking this guy off. He stopped as I walked in, introduced me to the new guy, and we all joined in together. My second fuck was a three-way, with each of us taking turns getting spit roasted bareback. I took both of their loads in my, and I fucked both of them. I bred the new guy, and fucked my FB raw, cumming in his mouth. I had some great times with that guy until I took another job an hour away. One of these days I will get back there and we can have some fun together again.

PART II As I was observing my surroundings in a strange, cold and dark place in from of an open door, I could feel my body shocking as if I was being electrocuted. I am to this day not sure if it was the weather, or the strange feeling og being completely naked, literally, or the combination of both of them. As I felt more unsure about whether I had done the right choice, or had completely destroyed my life, I reminded myself that, if I had come this far, I should continue on this path. Having done the necessary, but rather useless, reflections on my life and the path which led me to this moment, being naked in front of a door, I quickly recovered from the uncertainty and despair, and proceeded towards what I would later in my life describe as a gateway to a new, more brutish, yet tolerable, world. Slowly, with firm steps, and a shaking body, a waxed body, and dangling, hairless balls, I approached the door of the caravan. With my right arm and hand, I grabbed hold of the handle for the door, and swiftly pulled it, revealing a stark dark, yet warm, room. I entered the room, and closed the door behind me. Remembering my orders, I locked it, to refrain the rest of this very strange neighbourhood to witness what was about to come, and seal my faith forever. As my eyes started to adjust, I could see the setting of the caravan. It was quite compact, but had all the necessary items for the event. There was a stall right in front of me, in which later I came to realise was a bathroom with its own shower, a kitchen was adjacent to it. Next to the door, there was a single bed, or rather a mattress, with no sheets or pillows, nor anything that lifted it from the ground. I could see some stains on it, though nothing unusual for a caravan. The bed was placed facing me, and there was just enough space between the bed and the kitchen to stand and do dishwashing. On the other side of the door, there was a living space separated by a plastic wall, with some closets for personal items. The caravan was separate from the car which it was attached to, thus did not have any other doors in front. The living space was as large as the bathroom, kitchen and the bedroom put together, which was logical as one usually uses ones time either outside, or in the living space. It was decorated with a sofa and an armchair, with closets occupying the empty walls next to the furnitures. It was indeed hard to distinguish between colours in such dark night, as the only source of it came from the windows blocked with curtains. As I was instructed in the correspondence I had with he owner of the caravan prior to my arrival, I was to find a mask under the mattress, and put it on. I could hear the blood pressuring my ears as I forced my feet to move slowly and quietly to the mattress. I lifted the mattress up, and found a synthetic mask underneath. As I lifted myself up, I tried to figure out which side I was to wear the mask, but as I realised there were no holes on the mask, I simply put it on. Having a tight mask on is actually quite comfortable, as it makes the air inhaled much colder than if it had been a thick, roomy mask. My vision was of course altered, and now I could barely see where I was going, but it was nothing compared to a blindfold. Recalling further instructions, I quickly searched for the “largest closed you can find, and get in it. Close the closed door, and do not move or take off your mask”. After a rather long search, I found a closed which was barely larger than the other ones in the living space, and opened it with its silver handle. Of course, with limited visibility due to the lack of lighting and having a mask on, I did hit my head on the upper panel of the closet, yet I managed to get in, all empty, with a mask on my head. After waiting for at least ten to fifteen minutes, I heard a distant engine start, which I can now safely say was the engine of the car which the caravan was connected to. I knelt inside the closet and rested my body on one of the walls, as the caravan, driven by the car, made its was to a place I was not told of. Only a few minutes into the journey did I realise how tired I was, and I stretched my legs as much as the closed allowed me to, and began my rest. As I could feel the bumps of the road and the sound of the car engine and wheels carrying both of the vehicles forwards, I came to realise how lonely I felt. I knew there was someone driving the car, but there were no other noises, not from the places we drove, or from the roads. It was as if the world was in deep sleep, and the two moving vehicles were the only sign of life. I also realised how I, as an 18-year-old, did not have an erection. Through the years, I always had a massive erection prior to, and during my visits to men. I would hide the monster safely in my trousers until the time came to reveal its glory, but this time, being already naked in a moving caravan with an anonymous driver I never met or saw, with a face mask, sitting inside a closet, I didn’t have any action going down there. Actually, my penis was quite cold and short, crippled in despair to a hairless body. — I remember waking up. I wasn’t awaken. I just woke up. In a closet. In the few seconds it took me to realise why I was in that situation, my hearth had already skipped a few beats, and I remember aching everywhere. My first though after those few initial seconds of oblivion was whether we had made it to our destination, and if he was waiting for me to wake up, which would be a very pleasant way to treat someone like me. There were no sounds, no engines running, no rain drizzling, no birds tweeting, no man speaking. I stretched my muscles to gain as much warmth as possible, also hoping that I could stretch the aching off my body, which did work fairly well. I had no knowledge of the time, but I did know that I was asleep more than a couple of hours, as I was well rested. Just then I realised that I still had the mask on, which made me relax a bit, as I had though that the mask would start hurting me after an extended period of wearing it. I decided that as I did not receive any further instructions prior to arriving, I could now navigate freely unless told otherwise, and pushed the closed door to free myself from the place I snoozed. As I let myself roam the caravan, I could see that the windows were darkened. As I approached them and tried to through them, I could see dim lights, but couldn’t make out where I was. The windows were surely not like that before I fell asleep. Still satisfied that I am intact and I can see enough to navigate through the caravan, I realised that my bladder was immensely full, thus retreated to the loo to urinate. I did not know whether the water system worked, so I flushed the toilet after relieving myself, which, for my delight, worked just fine. I washed my hands and exited the toilet. I did some breathing exercises to calm my nerved, and as soon as my hearth started to beat normal, I felt a connection to the place. I had been there for hours, and I no longer identified it as being strange or alien, but rather a safe refuge from the dangers of the outside world. I granted a few more moments for relaxation, before deciding that the man who supposedly drove me to wherever I might be now, was probably waiting for me outside. Thus, I broke off from my comfort zone, and readied myself to face the outside world I was glad not to be a part of a moment ago. I slowly, and ultimately, nakedly, walked to the door, and turned the lock. I had unlocked the door, and the time had come to open it. I felt the same rush of excitement joined with fear as I had felt when I was standing on the other end of the door. I slowly, quietly and very considerably pulled down the handle of the door, and pushed it open, while leaving my feet steady on the ground. — As the door was opened, I quickly realised that my clothes which I had taken off were no longer there, as they were never brought inside the caravan. I imagined that the driver must have picked them up while I was in the closet, before we departed, as I did not have any other belongings. Looking around me, the weather was still dark, though the cold fronts were replaced with a milder, yet still chilling, breeze. It was a residential area, this time with brick buildings stretching five stories up. The caravan was parked next to a dumpster, and the car, which was one attached to the caravan, was nowhere to be found. The street had a single streetlight, which was far away enough to not put me in the spotlight. There were no windows looking to the street I was on from the adjacent buildings, probably as this was a backstreet. I walked a few steps to see if I could spot something, and immediately saw an open door on the other side of the main street, which was right in front of me. I turned back, glazing at the caravan that had brought me here, and closed the door. Then, being cautious of my nudity, I observantly walked to the end of the dark alley I was on, and crossed the main street, which was not any larger or sophisticated than the one I had been on a few moments ago. I made sure that the door I was about to enter was the sole one open, as if it didn’t, it would mean that this was in fact, not an inviting sign. Looking to the other doors, I quickly realised that, with my limited vision, the door I was upon was the sole open one. I entered the door, closing it behind me, as I did not wish any curious bypasses to enter as well. It was very assuring to see a dark arrow next to the staircase, as I took it as an instruction to follow it. Although not yet relaxed, I was happy to see that the place was no lit, nor did it have any sounds coming from it. People were asleep, which ment that I was safe. I went four flight up, before finding another door, this time wooden, open as wide as possible. I simply entered it, which was quite remarkable of someone conscious of being stark naked with a face mask in a building somewhere unknown. The room was, as in the case with everything, dark, with moonlight shining through its few, unwashed windows. “Shut the door”. For the firt time in hours, I heard someone speak. It was without doubt a masculine voice with a very dominant vibe. I did as instructed, and soundlessly closed the door behind me. As I shut the door, I felt someone come close to me, and grab me by the throat. It had happened within seconds, and I was already having problems breathing. I wanted to turn around and face my assaulter, but instead, I was drawn towards him. As his right hand was busied by holding my though, his other hand guided itself to my eyes, and shut my vision completely. He then dragged my naked body for quite some while, and shoved me ass-up-belly-down into a wooden table of sorts. Sparing no time for me to question him, he quickly moved on me, and with his large body on me, he strapped by hand and feet to the wooden plateau. He held my head down as, somehow, it was, too, strapped by my neck. Then, while still holding my head down, he pushed out the mask on my head, and quickly replaced it with a mask of sorts, which later inquiry showed to be a gas mask without any holes for my eyes. I remember being distressed, but also, I could not speak, as the whole situation had made me quite incapable of acting sanely. I was gasping for air, which was unnecessary, as the gas mask was not attached to something, and the air flew nicely though its air hole. There I was, naked, but facing upwards, dick facing to the wooden table, hand, neck and feet strapped to it. I was absolutely and unquestionably vulnerable, and had no ability to nix or avoid anything that came on my way. If you wish this story to continue, please follow me and give it a reputation!

You are right on target. The first time was an accident, or so I thought until the dude who stealthed me wrote about it here (as he left, he told me he was going to and that I should look up this site). I recognized myself in the account. Turns out he planned all along to hook as a bottom and then flip and stealth with a condom he'd fixed to break. When I realized I'd been played, I started reading more online and learned there's a huge number of dudes who get off on stealthing, even if it's just breeding but not necessarily pozzing the bottom who thinks he's playing safe. I was pretty naive, I guess. The more I read about it from twisted tops' point of view, the more turned on I got, and the more normal the idea of BB sex became--for better or worse. The second time for me was at Slammer in LA, where I was totally looking for a top who wanted to fuck raw. I get the appeal of stealth for tops, but as a bottom, I wanted to do it with someone who liked filling a dude's ass to overflowing. I never wanted to play safe again after realizing how amazing it feels unwrapped.

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3. The new Owner lead me into his house and straight down to a basement, the place was lit by fluorescent lighting and what looked like a hospital bed. He pulled me towards it and I got more nervous and sweat broke out. “Don’t worry Boy I really am a Doctor, actually from now on I will be your primary care. I take care of all of us in our little circle. So now need to worry about your health care. I just need to give you a check up and make sure you are prepped right. Now stand over on the tiled part under the shower” I stood in one of those shower areas like they have at the gym turned around. He pushed a dolly cart in and on it was a boar bristle brush, straight razor and shaving soap. “First thing your Daddy asked me to do was make you look more like a good boy and get rid of that hair. For now it will be temporary but he may want to do a laser treatment but for now hold real still for me.” For the next hour he meticulously shaved my entire body from the neck down with that razor. My cock remained hard and leaked the entire time as I felt the razor scraping across my skin. I had never had the urge to shave my body. But in truth I couldn’t wait until he had finished so I could see what I looked like. “Now I won’t be doing your hair but when you get to the Barber he might want to change it a bit” With that he ran warm water and had me stand under the spray. The water tingled across my skin. Somehow I felt even more naked, just looking down I looked at my cock so proud and standing erect and looking huge. I ran my hands over my body and loved the feel. Next he lead me basic to center and started coating my skin with a thick cream. “This should burn off any stray hairs, now don’t move and don’t make a noise” A burning sensation spread across me and it felt like I had been sitting too close to a fire. My skin felt tight and a whimper came out of my mouth, still for some reason my cock was hard and leaking. After 20 minutes he put me back under the water and rinsed me off. I was then lead to a table in the center and the Doc strapped in in and put my feet in stirrups. My ass had never been so exposed before. My head went back and I could see myself in a mirror in the ceiling. Staring back was someone totally different. No hair anywhere, precum pooling in my belly button and my legs spread and locked wide. “So I am going to take some blood and run some tests later to make sure you are in good health so we can get your meds worked out late. Then we are going to work on the ass of yours. Need to stretch it a bit and make you a good boy power bottom.” The next 15 minutes was me getting usual doc visit, blood was taken temp and all that. It felt weird that he was so clinical and yet I knew he had just fucked me less than 2 hours ago. Finally he wrapped up and reach over and took this metal buttplug (hey I know I’m new to being a fuck toy but I know what a butt plug is). This one was different and had wires coming off of it. He lubed my ass and quickly popped it in my ass, surprisingly with no pain. He then played with a boy and I felt my ass clench down and a wave of pain mixed with pleasure shot through my cock. A gasp escaped my lips. “Just a little stimulation while I go change and take care of some things. Back in about an hour” A whimper escaped my lips as the waves became more intense and less predictable. Sweat started to break out and my breathing became heavy as I watch Doc walk away and up the stairs. My cock bobbed with each jolt and fresh precum leaked out not so much that it was dripping off to either side. I was amazed at how fast things had changed, from engaged to whimpering in a strangers house getting shocks in my ass and shaved. My mind began to whirl as the time passed and I had no idea what was going on.

By WEHO Midtowne, I'm assuming you mean the Melrose Spa, which is a part of the Midtowne chain of bathouses. I realize your question is old, but this might answer some cum guzzling bareback anal slut's fuck club inquiries and I'm always more than happy to help! Let's cut to the chase: I prefer the Midtowne Spa in Downtown L.A. to the Melrose Spa in Hollywood. Why? Midtowne Spa has 5 floors of cruising fun (including a basement) and is just a LOT bigger than the tiny Melrose Spa. So if you prefer more choices and more cruising, Midtowne is your spa. If you prefer a smaller crowd and plan on generally staying in your room with the door open, then Melrose Spa could be fun, too. What else? Well, Midtowne has a large, indoor swimming pool, a jacuzzi hot tub, a steam room, open communal showers and also more private 1-person showers, premium rooms with sling and larger bed, dim-lit orgy room (basically a large bed with cubicles and seating on the sides if you just want to watch), a T.V. lounge, a sun deck with a short, maze-like area where guys fuck in, a mazed dark basement with a small movie theatre playing porn at the end of the maze, lots of horny Latinos and Black guys. I know a lot of guys are concerned with types and if the crowd is hot or not. Highly depends on your personal taste, obviously but Midtowne Spa I've found to be hit or miss. I'd go and spend hours cruising only to find old men and unkempt homeless-looking types. Other times I find the hottest fucking studs. However, most often you will find your Ordinary Joes, which--if you're anything like me--will drool over. Nothing hotter than your average dude who could easily be your neighbor, co-worker, or classmate. Now I don't know about everyone else, but to me "Ordinary Joe" does not in any way mean "ugly" or "so-so" or "Just OK." These are the sexiest guys in the world and I prefer them to model types. What defines them as such has little to do with ugliness or imperfection but all to do with the fact they are not conventionally attractive. If you insist on cover models or extreme beauty, you might find it at Midtowne occasionally, but if you find your ordinary Joe to be your cup of tea (or pee), then your cock and asshole will be sore come tomorrow morn (that is, if you happen to go on a busy night which is mostly weekends). There are many Latinos that go to Midtowne and it's a good place for Black cock as well. There are fewer but still a handfull of White dudes to be had there on busy nights. Not too many Asians but they aren't rare there either. On slow days be prepared to gaze at lots of saggy skin and white hair. On busy nights you will likely see a nice mix of guys. As for bareback sex, I have had lots of it at Midtowne. Just be responsible and ALWAYS disclose your status to your partners before y'all get down. I know people don't like to read stuff like this in bareback forums but going bareback still requires a sense of responsibility and yes, there are still a LOT of HIV-negative guys who intend to remain that way. I've been poz since 2000 and while I've made it this far, I'd still choose to never have gotten this bug. However, now that I have it, I am not so much proud of the fact that I have it but more relieved that it's very manageable these days. At any rate...yep. Midtowne Spa all the way. In closing, I'd like to point out that Midtowne is in a rundown part of town, housed in a rundown building, and the experience can best be described as "seedy." If you insist on the utmost care in hygiene and cleanliness, want your linens bleached white and your facilities sparkling clean, then don't bother. If you love seedy and the musty smell of sweaty men, chemsex, and like getting your face all up in it like I do, come on down to Midtowne Spa. Go, go, go , go!

was up late last night. (Saturday). So I parked in Hillcrest near the park and walked over. As i headed own the hill I could smell that familiar odor of Jungle Juice getting stronger and stronger. I got to the souce. it was 5 guys going at a hot mexican bottom in his late 20's-early 30's. He was small and slim and was taking a huge cock. I got coser and figured out he was partying hard an the guy was pounding a load into him. by then i was stroking with the others. I watched as he took 2 more cocks and 2 more loads. After the last guy pulled out I slid right in him. I love a good bottom who knows how to take it. This was a pro-bottom. I pumped him for about 5 minutes but with all that audience and that hot slick ride inside him I let go a huge poz load. When i pulled out a huge amount of cum started bubbling out of his hole. It was hot seeing it coming out and going down his leg. He looked so happy. A true bottom doing his job! Job well done. The way he was partied up I am sure that was only the beginning of a long pig weekend. I hope I knock him up again.

Part 2 My friend led me out of the darkroom to the bar and bought me a drink. I could see men looking at me and wondered which ones had bred me. The owner stood behind the bar leering at me as I ordered a beer. "newbie, eh?" He said. I felt sperm dripping from me onto my leg and thought "not so new anymore" but just nodded and flushed under his gaze. His name was Bill, and he had owned the place for about 20 years, apparently. He smiled at my companion. "Haven't see you for a while, Luigi." Luigi shrugged and downed his beer. "See you later, kiddo." He wandered off and I felt used and discarded. Bill leaned over and kissed my cheek. "never mind, love. He's a bit of a bastard." I felt movement next to me and turned to see an oldish man, about 60 or so, heavy set with drooping tits and a straggly beard. Bill said "Whats your name, kid?" I told him Ian. "Ian, this is Terry. Been coming here for 10 years and is the dirtyist sod here." The spunk dripping down my leg and the warmth of the body next to me has got me hard and Terry grinned at me. "Nice," He said. "Luigi just broke the lad in, and he's feeling a bit confused. Give him a ride and make him feel better, eh luv?"

Dunno, he's here just over a week. Three days in, had three loads off him but none in me! Fb loaded me up though a couple of hours ago with Spanish cum cube as lube. He thought it was really hot. At least got 2 loads in my ass today! Leaving it all in as long as! I love getting loaded up with cum and then busting my nut in someone with or without them knowing I've got a cum filled hole.

The Blindfold - Part II I kept fucking the hell out of my boyfriend Will over the next few weeks. Every time we screwed around, I would strap the blindfold on him and then pound his ass hard with the 12” dong, always warmed up before putting it in. He would squirm and bounce on it with delight. I loved seeing the way that the big dong loosened up his hole in a way that my own 7” cock could never do. But, it hurt my feelings a bit that Will seemed only able to get off on the thought of someone else's monster cock filling his hole. At the office, I was assigned to partner with Jim on a big project culminating in a presentation in Miami. It went well and after a few weeks, we were on a plane to Florida. When we got to the hotel to check in, it turned out that there had been a booking mistake and we were going to have to share a room. We unpacked and I got the presentation ready while Jim took a shower. My jaw dropped when he came out of the bathroom, barely holding a hand towel around his waist. My eyes traveled down his furry muscled torso to his navel, around which was a biohazard tattoo. I knew enough to know what that meant. Jim saw me looking and smiled. He raised the towel up to dry off his hair revealing his HUGE dick. It must have been 10” soft, hanging pulled down by its own pendulous weight. Jim chuckled and said that if our presentation went well, he knew of a great way to celebrate. He shook his cock at me and laughed as he got dressed. I wished I had thought to snap a quick photo with my phone to send to Will! In short, the presentation did go well, and after a few congratulatory cocktails in the hotel bar, Jim convinced me to go with him to a male strip club. We watched the show, both sporting wood through our pants. He disappeared for a few minutes and I saw him slip the bouncer some cash. Jim came back to the table and told me to follow him. We went into a back room where one of the dancers was waiting, a smoking hot short guy in his mid-twenties with a buzz cut and a great body, wearing a jockstrap, boots, and socks. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around my waist. I pushed him off gently saying that I had a boyfriend and was only here to watch. Jim pulled the dancer to him and had him sit down in his lap. The dancer ground his ass against Jim's crotch and reached around to unzip Jim's pants. His mega-cock sprung out glistening with precum. With Jim's shirt still on, the dancer hadn't seen his biohaz tat or surely would have not let that drooling dick so close to his bare hole. When the boy ran his hands up and down Jim's rod, he squealed with delight and raised up, teasing the head of his dick against his hole. Jim placed his hands on the boy's shoulders and pushed him down until he entered him. The boy moaned as he lowered himself on Jim's bare cock. I freed my own dick and fisted myself for a minute before shooting my load in my hand as Jim unloaded in the boy's ass. The boy lifted himself up and off Jim's dick. It must have taken him five seconds to free himself of that massive tool. He kissed Jim hard on the mouth saying, “Thank you!” We got a cab back to the hotel. When we were back in our room, Jim asked me if I liked watching. I told him it totally turned me on. He asked if I wanted to watch him fuck Will. I had to admit that the thought of watching my boyfriend take his POZ cock would be so forbidden but so hot, but that Will would never go for it. He said he might surprise us both, and besides, he would wear a condom if I wanted. It must have been the cocktails, but I said maybe we could work something out and fell asleep shortly after. I woke up in the middle of the night and jerked off in the bathroom thinking about how hot that really would be. To be continued...

PART 2 [Above: My ass in December 2012, waiting for anonymous dick to deposit a fresh strain of POZ cum.] After showering, I returned to Jake and Trey's living room. They already had a third guy there -- a very handsome dude, a little younger than me, smoking the pipe while Trey sucked his fat dick. "Hey, boy," said Jake. "Meet Beau. I told him that we had a neg hole all hopped up on Tina, and he came right over. Let's just say that he's gonna play a very important role in your pozzing tonight. You wanna tell him why, Beau?" "Sure," said Beau, right after blowing out a giant cloud of white smoke. "Around this time last year, Jake and Trey pumped me full of their sweet poz strain, and I got knocked up with the bug I'd been craving. Since then, I haven't gone on any meds, and my viral load is pretty fuckin' high. I love sharing my virus with boys like you, and especially with boys not like you -- boys who think I'm a neg total top, and trust me to destroy their perfect neg fuckholes with my poison shaft." "Trey and I are on meds," Jake explained. "So we're practically shooting blanks. But Beau here, he can do some serious damage to your immune system. Tell me, then: do you want this stud to fuck you after Trey and I have wrecked your neg hole?" "Yes. I want his unmedicated poz load," I said. Beau smiled. "I think we've got a good boy on our hands." "We definitely have a good boy on our hands," Jake replied. Then he motioned me over to the couch. "Sit down here, boy. Spread your legs. We're going to do a few things to help your cunt get even hungrier." I eagerly walked over to the couch, the Tina still making my head buzz after those first few hits almost an hour before. Jake lit up the pipe, took a giant hit, and blew it in my mouth. Then he handed the pipe and the lighter to me. "Here boy -- I'll teach you. Hold the flame right under the T," he said to me. "See that smoke coming out the top? That's when you start your slow inhale. Slow. Keep it slow. No, keep inhaling. Don't stop. Good boy." They watched me take four giant hits. Then I handed the pipe to Trey and lay back on the couch, lifting my legs to expose my hungry jockhole. "Oh, that's pretty," Beau said, smiling. "I can't wait to destroy that thing." Meanwhile, Jake was dipping his finger into a small plastic bag. He applied a little lube to my hole -- again, those fingers brushing against my cunt drove me wild -- and then he shoved into me with the finger that had been in the bag. There was a sharp pain, followed by a sudden warmth as he roughly rubbed the inside of my hole. Then my cunt relaxed, opened up, and began eagerly swallowing up that finger, then two, then three, with no pain -- just total eagerness for this man to use my butt however he wanted. Jake laughed. "Thatta boy," he said. "Jesus. I can feel this pussy getting hungrier by the second." Then he stood up, his dick looking even bigger, its curve pointing to his steady stream of precum. "You want this poz dick, boy? It's so ready to invade your neg cunt." "Fuck yes," I replied. "Please. Please give me your poz cock. I want to be just like you. I want you to mark me. Infect me. Please, please, please poz me." "You want my strain? Beau here has my strain. You like my strain, Beau?" "Fuckin' A," Beau said. "I'm so proud to carry your strain, and pass it on to every boy I can seduce with T and breed full of my virus." Jake knelt down between my legs, placing the head of his dick against the entrance to my hole. "You feel that, boy? That's my poz cock," he said. "Feel it?" "Oh fuck yeah, I feel it," I replied, squirming with total hunger for this man to transform me into a poz dickpig. "This is the point of no return, buddy. Once I'm inside, you're getting pozzed. In fact, even if I don't shoot a big wad, I'll still be dripping my precum the whole time, lubing you up with my virus. You ready?" "Yes, I'm ready." "Ready for what?" "To get pozzed. To feel your poz dick in me. To beg for your poz cum." He smiled. "You're such a good fuckin' boy." Then his fat mushroom head squeezed into my throbbing, partied-up fuckhole, and I moaned from the sense of total freedom as I surrendered my defenseless cunt to this sexy, hairy, muscular man with the studcock primed to alter me forever. "Moaning like a bitch already," he said. "We'll have you whimpering before long. Just whimpering like a cum-starved poz pig boy with a hole dripping cum and maybe a little bit of blood. Because this cunt is getting wrecked, I promise you." That's when he shoved the rest of his fat dick inside me. My hole swallowed it eagerly, and even in my pain I smiled. I had surrendered. I had taken the step. I couldn't turn back. I belonged to him. "Feels like home, boy. You were made for this. This is what your hole was meant to do." "Yes," I moaned. "This is all I ever wanted. Thank you." "Don't thank me yet. Thank me when you've got a gut full of my poz DNA." He pushed my knees back to my shoulders, squatted so that his cock was positioned directly above my wide-open hole, and began pounding. Just pounding it. Owning it. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I could almost hear the delicate tissues in my fuckhole getting shredded with this man's cock. He didn't last long. As I watched his muscular chest flex with every thrust, and his abs tighten each time his shaft drove all the way inside me, I could hear his breath grow shorter, his body beginning to shake with an intense need to release. "Tell me what you want, boy," he said. "Tell me now." "I want your poz cum, you fucking stud. Poz me." "What was that?" "I said PLEASE FUCKING POZ ME. PLEASE. PLEASE." "Fuck you, faggot. You didn't. Ever. Have. A. CHOICE." At that, his whole body went into a powerful convulsion as he plunged his cock even deeper. The muscles in his stomach spasmed repeatedly, and he grunted and growled with each pulsation of his stud-dick as he emptied a ballsac full of poz sperm inside my neg guts. Beau laughed. "Congratulations, boy," he said to me. "You are now officially a pig. Hungry for more?" "Yes, please. Please more poz seed. Please." "That's good," Beau replied. "Because that wasn't really a choice, either. But first, you're going to do what a true bottom does, and clean off the cock that just pounded your guts full of sweet poz cum." At that moment, Jake pulled out, and his dick glistened with the deathseed he'd just injected into my hole. I eagerly scrambled to the ground and wrapped my mouth around it, slurping greedily to taste this man's toxic DNA and worship his perfect boy-wrecking dick. "Jesus, he's a good boy," said Jake. As I knelt on the ground, carefully cleaning off my man's dick, I felt something slightly prickly press against the inside of my warm, wet cumhole. "Just hold still," said Trey. "I'm just rubbing the inside of your cunt with a toothbrush. Brushing some of that poz jizz up inside you, giving you little abrasions so that you can welcome more poz spunk into your bloodstream." Hearing that, I arched my back to spread my hole a little wider, allowing the toothbrush to plunge deeper inside my cum-soaked cunt. Seeing that, Jake whistled. "Jesus," he said. "I'd say we've created a pig. And trust me when I say this: this night is going to get much, much wilder. Just wait to see what fuckin' nasty surprises we have waiting for you." I glanced over at Beau, who was busy at work under the desklamp. I couldn't tell what he was doing, but it looked like he was carefully measuring T into little vials. Jake grabbed my head, turned it back in his direction, and impaled my mouth on his beautiful giftgiving cock. "Don't worry about what's next," he said to me. "Just worship my poz cock like a grateful faggot who knows his place." "Thank you," I murmured, as I plunged my hungry mouth down on his poz dick over and over again, with blood and cum oozing out of my partied-up hole. MORE SOON...