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Hey there! Having been a professional twit all last week and through half the weekend, I'm taking the day WAY off. So, while the memory still lingers, I'll fill you in on my Texas student that I finally had. I had begun to be sure the Texan was flaking out on me. At last he and my Asian boy called within about an hour of each other last Monday. What to do? It was easiest to arrange for my Texas boy to cum right over. I told you the freaky way we met. He got a copy of my story about fucking with the guy I knew was dying, and it got him all hot. I eventually told him via e-mail about my KS, and he went bonkers about wanting to meet me. We met one evening, as a "get acquainted session." I think he wanted to check his gonad's reactions to me. Then a couple more e-mails. Then the call -- "Cum on over!" I think most gay men have a fairly well-developed fantasy life. This guy's entire fantasy seemed to center on getting AIDS. And especially, getting it from someone who has it! He fucks around a lot with his boyfriend, but seems to feel he's negative. Oh, well, not anymore. He's as sicko twisted as I am. When he got to the house, he was barely inside the front door when suddenly he was bare inside the front door! Having met beforehand, we felt no need for undue modesty. I was quickly naked as well. And suddenly there we were, writhing around, making out on the carpet of the living room! I generally like to set the tone for the action, but I had no chance. He was up my asshole with his tongue, slathering around on my dick with HIS tongue, kissing and licking me all over my body, and begging to be infected. And the more he begged for it, the harder we both got. But hey, I'm gonna have for the rest of my life. What's the hurry? He wanted to blow me right there. "Like you're gonna blow me if I ever get too sick to fuck you?" "Oh yeah, man. Let me take your first load down my throat." "You know, it's more effective if you take it up your ass. The virus gets around inside you better that way, you know. I can always give you another load later wherever you want it. Why don't you let me get you ready for your fuck-of-death?" "Oh, shit man, I want it! Fuck me here man. Fuck me right now, no lube, no nothing!" "Just relax, baby," I said. "Let me take you to the bedroom, make us both comfortable, and get you prepared for the most intense fuck of your life." I knew his imagination would make it just that: the most intense fuck of his life. We went off to the bedroom and I arranged him tummy down on the bed. "When I kissed you, I didn't feel your KS. Do you really have it?" I stuck my tongue out at him and lifted the tip to touch my nose, so the bottom was exposed to his inspection. "Oh fuck, man, can I suck on it? I want to taste it!" So before I got around to gathering play things to rough up his asshole with, I let him deep kiss me again. This time we just kept rolling his tongue back and forth under mine in my mouth. Finally he came up for air. "O God, I'm gonna cream if I don't stop." "We'll have none of that, baby. You lay back down and relax, and I'll get some play things." He did as he was told, sensing that I would not give him what he wanted so bad if he didn't. I gathered up my own toys from the shelf where I keep them: a couple of dildos and the like. Also, the short, half-inch, sanded wooden dowel I use on myself when I want my ass roughed up. No splinters, but the dry wooden surface snags the tissues all over the place and makes them bleed, leaving them open for immediate infection! I wipe these off with water after each use, but of course, I never disinfect them, so they carry whatever is inside me inside the next guy! I used a couple of dildos on him first. One to open him up, and a second one with ridges to make his butt tissue swell a little. The groaning and humping noises he made turned me on more and more. Finally I took my little wooden tool in hand. It's not long enough to make any deep internal tears. I slid it up his lubed ass and started shoving it back and forth hard enough to make heat and twisting it a little. Suddenly his groans of pleasure were squeals of near panic and pain. "Oh fuck it hurts!" "It makes your ass better to take my sick, HIV AIDS cum, baby. You still want that, don't you? You want me to stop?" "Oh, no, don't stop. But hurry. Please hurry! It's really hurts, man." "Shut up, ya sicko. You love my sickness. Each minute you have to wait, I may be getting a little sicker. You want your AIDS from a sick guy, don't you?" "Oh yeah man. But you got it. Give it to me! Please give it to me!" He was so fucking crazy to get fucked. His whining and moaning and begging made me so hot. "Shut up, fuck face. Here I come." What he couldn't see or know or guess was that his asshole was starting to really bleed. It must have been so fucking sore! I slid up his shit hole and was strangely possessed by the feeling of "joy" that rushed through me. We'd had no weed, no booze, just raw fuck-me-and-kill-me passion! I wanted to fuck the shit out of him and splash my diseased seed all over inside his ass. I was so hot, I was even afraid to take a hit of the poppers on the nightstand. I was sure I'd come in less than three minutes! But then I was able to get control of my mind and focus it on giving this boy the fuck of his life/death. "Do you like the feel of daddy's dick in your ass, baby?" Some of his blood from his already brutalized hole was mixing with the lube now. I was able to watch as it tinged everything around his hole a lovely, bright liquid red, including my dick! ?"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Fuck me! Give it to me! Oh, fuck it hurts. But it feels so good knowing you're infecting me. Give it to me!" "How did daddy's KS feel to suck on?" That pushed a button for him! I could feel his ass clamp hard on my prick as he remembered it. "O fuck, it was great man. I want to be sick like you are, man." It was such a wild thing for him! "I want to ride your sick cock over and over until it kills me!" What the images in his mind were at this point is anybody's guess. But the hotter it made him, the hotter his heat made me! I knew I needed a brief respite or I was going to unload in him then and there. "I'm gonna pull out for a second, baby." "No, don't! Fuck me, man! Don't quit till you infect me!" "Don't sweat, baby. You'll get your infection. I want you to roll over on your back. We'll put your legs in the air like a real whore. Then I'll fuck you over the edge. Then I'll finish fucking you to death!" Even though I'm not really "sick" yet, the sick and dying talk seemed to drive him absolutely wild. I slipped out of his ass, and in seconds he'd flipped onto his back and lifted his legs. When he did that, he could see some of the bloody mess that his asshole had become! "Oh shit, what'd you do to me, you asshole?" "Don't talk to daddy that way, Shithead!" I smacked him kind of hard with the back of my hand as I climbed over him and pinned his legs to his chest with my arms. "You said you wanted HIV from a guy getting sick. This way we both KNOW you're getting infected. 'Cause your pretty little ass tissues are all torn open, ready to receive my deadly germs. You want those deadly germs, don't you faggot? Or should I quit fucking you now?" "Oh, no man, don't stop. It scares me. Will I bleed to death while you fuck me?" By now I was already inside him. Even if the thought of dying scared him, it also made him hot. I could feel his ass clamp onto my dick as he talked. He was freaking out in all directions! "No, baby, you won't bleed to death. Just take a hit of the poppers and they'll take your mind off it." I held them out in the little inhaler I use for them, and hung onto them while he took a long hit. I took a hit myself and resumed my ride. He started wiggling underneath me to meet each thrust I aimed at him. "Fuck I want to cum!" he said. "Just hold that thought, baby. Let daddy ride." My balls were swollen so full of cum from thinking about the time I'd actually ride him that I wasn't going to last too much longer. We'd been at it for a total elapsed fuck of about 35 minutes. Pretty good for a guy that almost blew his load when the kid came in the door. And as much as his ass must've hurt, he was still clamping onto my dick in rhythm to my ride. Suddenly I couldn't hold off any longer. "Take my fucking AIDS cum, baby!" "Oh, shoot it inside me! Infect me! Fuck me full of your poz cum!" With little more encouragement, I blew a load inside him like I couldn't remember having done in quite some time. The fact that he was just so eager to get it was so hot. He took hold of his own dick and began to jerk off, but I grabbed his hand. "Not yet baby. Nobody cums here without my permission." He looked a little freaked out again, like I'd turned into a Nazi or something. I pulled my cock out of his sloppy ass. "In a minute I'll lick your ass up, make it feel better. First, you're gonna clean me up." He protested feebly as I moved up over him to drop my dick in his mouth. It was red with the action and with a little of the kid's own blood. When I was over his mouth, I began to smear my dick all over his face. He couldn't resist. He took the sticky thing in his mouth and started nursing for all he was worth. Suddenly I was hard again. I wasn't ready to blow a second load just yet, though. "Relax, kid, let it relax a little, now that you've cleaned it up. Let me lick your but a little and then maybe daddy will give you a load of piss." He had told me he liked drinking his BF's piss. I took a damp wash cloth, and wiped the grosser bits of his ass clean off. Then I put my tongue into his little rosebud for just a second. He almost leapt off the bed! "Shit that feels wild!" "Of course it does, baby. It's supposed to! Now, come over here and kneel and drink some piss for daddy!" So I got off the bed and stood, and he knelt at my feet. He took my dick in his mouth, and waited in beautiful submission. "It's OK to beat off now if you want, baby." Just as my piss started streaming down his throat, he blew his load all over my feet. Then he freaked me out! He bent down and started licking up his cum! And then he asked to taste my KS again. When I said "Of course," he started sucking on my tongue for all he was worth. "Oh God, thank you," he said. "This is how I wanted it to be. But God my ass is so sore. Will I ever be able to fuck again?" "Oh, sure. Want to come back next week some time?" "I don't know. I really hurt. But its so right. You've really given me the bug, haven't you. And in such a hot way. I guess I don't mind how much I hurt. I know you did it for my own good. For the HIV and all. I haven't been able to think about anything but getting AIDS from a guy like you since we first made contact. Wow. Thank you so much." "Sure thing. But I do feel compelled to follow through. I want to be sure you're really infected, after all. You've trusted me for it, and I feel a responsibility to be sure you really get it. I'll be away for several days, but I'll call you when I get back in town." "Yeah, thanks. That'd be good. Would you hold me?" Again with the kids who want it and then go all goo-goo when they get it! "Sure," I said, and wrapped him in my arms. He didn't really want to let go. After a while I told him I needed to call someone. He started to let go and I said "That's OK. All I need to do is get over there to the phone." I leaned into him and we fell across the bed so I could reach the phone on the other side of the night table. I called my Asianboy and begged off seeing him. We set up a time for the next morning, before I left town. I've seen him several times since that first wild fuck I gave him. And he's found another guy he KNOWS is HIV and is getting fucked by him too. My Texas boy and I talked for about half an hour after I made my phone appointment. Before he left, he asked to have that other load of cum I'd promised. "You want to blow me, baby?" "After what you just did to my ass, I think that's all I can do!" So he locked onto my dick as I laid back on the bed. It didn't take long. I blew a small fountain into the back of his throat. "That's it, baby. Drink daddy's poison cum." Piss with a cum chaser. Another job well done. I met Tetsu (he calls himself Tim here) the next morning, managed some great fireworks before I left town. We set up to see each other again later this week, now that I'm back in town. In the meantime I have called Joey the Texas boy to see how his ass is, and to talk about his follow-up inoculation. He hasn't called back yet. Do you think he will?

So I arranged to meet a friend at the sauna, I got there early and the place was empty except for three guys (probably due to the train strike in the UK) friend wasn't due to arrive for about an hour. There was a good looking guy in the steam room and we started playing, next thing we're in a cabin and he's loading me up, nice start to the eve. Then nothing until my friend turned up, by which time it was 9pm and entry to the sauna was reduced and a few other guys arrived as well. Back to the steam room and about five guys all started playing, with me in the middle, I was there sucking them off and most of them were taking turns fucking me, another couple loads received. Got way to hot in the steam room so headed off to the sling, climbed in and my buddy started fucking and fisting me, we were soon joined by another guy who also joined in, all in all a pretty good eve. Would never have done this before, but now I'm on PreP I've turned into a bb cock hungry whore :-) LoL

Never had much sex in dark rooms and when I have in the past have always been picky. But had a completely new experience in a dark room in gran canaria the other day. I had been there a couple of times before and had some fun, but never the full experience. This time I let myself go and took multiple cocks in the dark room from anyone who had a decent hard cock, I lost count of who fucked me but I think was 8 plus and at least a couple of them bred me. It was intoxicating and liberating as I just slipped from one cock to another, bent over in the pitch dark, high on poppers, music pounding , as unknown hands explored me and unknown cocks were forced into my hole. Most people were fully clothed and I started off with my top off but eventually progressed to just my pants. Its a bear type bar and the guys were people I don't usually go for but it was one of the hottest experience I have had.

really want a bath house experience. get a little twisted then lay up in a sling in a play area and just see what studs use my hole while onlookers cheer him on. use me good

He said he loved me… but he lied! (Part 3) Marc sucked on his boyfriend’s huge phallus. Little did he know, shortly before that, Josh had fucked another slut in the darkroom - unprotected. He had banged the shit out of an 18 year old teen-bitch and now he was sitting at the table with his buddies surrounding him and Marc lapped along the huge piece of flesh, cleaning the ass juices up from another filthy slut. They all laughed, when Marc made a concerned remark of the bloody streaks on Josh’s dick, but the twink under the table was either not so bright, inexperienced or simply tried his best to keep Josh satisfied. Two guys were still up to shoot their cum into the young Marc. They told Josh they needed to take a piss – and they asked if his new boyfriend could assist them. ‘Finding the loo?’ Marc thought. “Seems like I am spotless down there. Nice…. yeah take him with you and have fun” Josh said almost carelessly. Marc was a bit confused. Was there something he had said or done? “Be nice to my friends. Don’t come back complaining about them. I hate it if my lovers are causing more problems. You are here to solve problems. To make me and my buddies happy…. that’s your job,” Josh added. “Will you be here when I come back?” Marc timidly asked. “Yeah…. well maybe I will wander around bit and check out if I can see other guys to bump into. Don’t worry. I'll find you and then we will look for a cozy place…. so I can use your tight hole and…. make love to you and shit like that." Josh and his friends laughed hysterically. “Now run along with my two friends and don’t forget to make them happy too.” On the way to the toilets Marc saw the big bulges in the pants of the two guys, and he was sure they wanted to blow a load or two. Still Marc thought he might be able to avoid executing other blow jobs, so he undertook to convince them that he really should be with Josh, especially as he wasn't sure it was right for him to get mixed-up with them. Both of the guys listened to Marc's agreement, but continued walking me to the toilets. From time to time they grabbed their crotches to adjust their dicks. I sighed. Then we arrived at the urinals. “You know Josh is a great guy, with a big dick. You think you can handle that?” the second guy asked me that, while he took a good and long piss. “Well… we will have romantic sex…. lots of kissing. Slowly…. lovingly…..” Marc assured them. Both guys stared at each other and then started to laugh out loud. They couldn’t stop laughing. “Oh no boy! He is rough and likes it rough. If you fail to accept his dick in one stroke, then you will be history, that’s for sure. Do you understand that?” the latter asked, who also emptied his bladder. “I will never be able to take his dick in one stroke” I mumbled, more to myself. “Yeah, we know…. but we want to help you. We would be willing to open you up a little bit, you know? “You want to…. fuck me? Can’t I just suck you?” I asked them sheepishly. “This wouldn’t help you much with your problem, huh - getting Josh’s monster cock into your tiny little hole, in one smooth motion” both giggles insanely. Marc nodded slowly. “Believe us, it is better this way. Josh will be impressed, when you suck his cock into your body with your cunt, without flinching. He is a nice guy and he is trying so hard to find the right partner.” the guy with the dark hair chuckled. “Let’s get together into this stall and we will open you up with our dicks – you can decide, which one of us can shred your ass first” he said. “Don’t be too hard on me please” I answered, while walking into a stall first. “It is no use fucking you softly. Josh will wreck your asshole. We need to bang you the right way, so you get used to the pain and open up more… are you so fucking stupid to understand that?” the red head roared. “Stop fussing about it and pull your pants down a bit” he ordered me and someone of them closed the door behind us. I stood there, facing a side wall and fumbled at my buttons to open my pants. Both gents opened their zippers only and pulled their cocks out. They asked me, which one should fuck him first. I looked over my shoulder and said the red head could try to open me up a bit. He grinned triumphantly to his friend and moved behind me. I had revealed my ass. “Bend over a bit and hold your ass cheeks apart. I am a nice guy you know” he spit on his dick: “I will give you my spit even, so it is easier for your dry hole” he panted. I clenched my teeth, while the guy behind me rammed his 7 inch cock into my asshole without stopping once. I thought he would rip my ass apart. His friend cheered him on, while he jacked-off slowly. “Please – go slowly…. you are hurting me” I whispered. “Shut up” he snarled and started fucking me like a rabbit which made me yelp in pain. “You know, we will also deposit our junk in your pussy. This way you got even more lube up your ass…. what do you say, hm?” he asked me breathlessly. “No… please. Don’t cum into my ass. I am scared….. are you tested?” I wailed. “Yeah sure I am tested you bitch and now hold still. I want to enjoy my ride….. ayyeeeee…. whore.” For the moment I calmed down. I was scared of hiv and other sexual transmitted diseases. I didn’t realize, he just told me he got tested. But he never claimed the results. “Bend down more…. I want to ram my cock deeper into you” he forced himself deeper between my cleft. Meanwhile he started pinching my nipples. It hurt so much, because he turned and twisted them around brutally. “Yeah…. whore….. *grunt* you like my cock….. hmmm….. oh…. you are so tight” he moaned. I felt he was speeding up and so I begged him again not to shoot into me. I offered him, I would take his dick ass to mouth and swallow his cum. There was no response, just his heavy breathing and then all of a sudden he rammed his dick deep into me and stopped abruptly. I felt his hot breath on my shoulders and then I felt gush after gush erupting into my bowels and I sighed deeply. “Oooooh yeah bitch…. oh – man…. I am still shooting my hot load into you. Can you feel it bitch?” the raid head guy closed his eyes and enjoyed his orgasm before he slowly pulled out. My breathing was stagnant, but before I could calm down the second guy was at my hole and stabbed into me without further ado. “Noooooo “ I shouted desperately, but he covered my mouth with his right hand and hissed to shut up immediately. This guy was a bit thicker, than the other one, and had maybe 8 inches. Of course Josh would be another challenge, but right now I was in severe pain, taking my second cock up my arse tonight. I was almost grateful for the deposit of cum now. It made all really easier for me. Both guys looked at each other, when they recognized my ass moving to meet the fucking motion of the black haired guy. “Look at this bitch. You enjoy taking dicks. I knew it from the beginning, that you are a dick taking whore” he grunted while he fucked me with more enthusiasm now. I moaned loudly. It felt good to get fucked. I am totally into dicks, it just bothered me, that my good reputation was at stake. As long as no one saw me, sucking and fucking around tonight, I should be safe. My hands pulled my cheeks further apart to give my fucker more access to my hole. “Fuck me…. fuck me harder….” I encouraged him and outside at the urinals guys enjoyed listening to the action, which went on in our stall. This guy for example, made no noise at all when he came. He shuddered only a bit and then I knew he was loading my ass for the second time that evening. When he pulled out of my ass, I felt empty and I couldn’t move for the moment. I was so horny right now, but there was also the feeling of being cheap and common. My boyfriend was sitting outside, waiting for me to return and what did I do? I enjoyed being fucked by another guy, who was a total stranger to me. “Don’t tell Josh, that I was so willing…. okay?” I begged them softly. My legs were slightly apart and I felt the cum dripping out of my hole and running downwards along my legs. This was so embarrassing. “Well, don’t worry about it too much. If he loves you, then he won’t mind you, being a cock-addicted whore” the red head said. He unlocked the door and closed his pants while walking outside. The other guy just looked at me with cold eyes and closed his pants also. He went out without saying a word. My heartbeat was racing. I slowly pulled my pants up. I had to find Josh…..

“So you think you need to know what happens now, boy? Now that DAD has FINALLY shoved this POZ-ROD deep in your ass! How long have you been dreamin about this night? Three months? Four? All that time you have been sitting at home late at night on-line jerking-off, watching DADDY stroking THIS on the webcam? Craving it like you have NEVER needed or wanted anything in your life? You should have seen the huge smile on your face-pig when that first hot load of POZ exploded in your hungry, bloody ass! Look at you. Kneeling here naked, your hair and beard smelling of spit and sweat and DADDY-piss, your nips hot, raw, pink and swollen so pretty. And you told DADDY you didn’t think you were into nip-play? Guess DADDY is gonna have to spank you again for lying about how much of a fuck-monkey you turned into when DADDY got your ass up in the sling, shoved your dirty jock-strap in your mouth soaked in poppers, and DADDY grabbed those hot pig-boy nips hard; your hairy cub-thighs up on DADDY’s broad shoulders while THE COCK worked its magic on your tight neg boy-hole! So what happens next? DADDY is gonna throw you out in about ten minutes and your gonna drive home to your wife tonight with that new buttplug up your bloody and Poz-injected ass and hope you can get in the door and into the shower before she gets a whiff of the sweat and piss and man-sex all over you, and hope she doesn’t get a look at your beet-red ass and gaping fuck-hole. Then you're gonna crawl into bed, your twitching hole and your sore tits are just gonna turn you on again. You're gonna lay there wide awake, hard as an 18 year old boy, and ask yourself what happened? How in the hell did a perfectly respectable 50 year old married man with two kids end up like this? How the hell did you become a crazy fool for a DADDY-bear’s POZ-cock and wanting only to be his complete slave? Is that what you really are? After taking all this time to build up the courage to face the fact that you are nothing but a cock-hungry pig, only happy when you are on your hands and knees, naked, sore, soaked in man-piss and spit on, licking DADDY’s boots and finally trained to drink my piss. How are you ever gonna go back to your boring, empty, meaningless existence? You haven’t felt this alive since the first time you jerked off at age 14, have you? So now you're gonna go back home and even before you get back to your front door you're gonna wish you had never left. You're gonna lay awake at night and wonder if DADDY’s nasty seed is doing its magic in your blood and turning you into that kinky fuck-pig you know you are, deep down inside, ever since the first day you saw another guy’s cock. By tomorrow you will have sent DADDY four e-mails begging for more! It will seem like forever, but someday soon you are gonna be right back here, naked, soaked in piss and sweat, sore ass and tits and abused cock and balls and you will beg DADDY to train you, use and finish the job of taking away all the doubts and illusions about who you really are. You will be tied up and spanked, taught to suck cock for hours on end, and drink every damn drop of DADDY’s nasty man-piss and not dribble it all over the floor like you did tonight. You will know the pleasure of being just a pair of holes and a body for DADDY's total use. You will finally know what it means to be an owned-slave who exists ONLY to have his body, mind and spirit used for a MASTER’s dark, intense, greedy pleasure. Your tits will be the size of wax beans and your balls will be stretched so far you're gonna be afraid they will fall off. In a few weeks, when the fuck flu finally claims you, that evil fire in your flesh, that sickly fever, burns the last doubts out of you are anything but DADDY’s Poz-pig, you will crawl back for more. More fucking, more abuse, more humiliation and training to keep DADDY happy. That’s what’s gonna happen boy. That’s where you are headed now that DADDY has finally gotten those Poz-loads in your guts to match the infection in your mind, the bug of your complete submission. It’s a little late to ask now if you are ready. It's only a question of if you are finally ready to accept your fate.”

I have submitted several fiction stories here at BZ. I thought maybe some guys would enjoy some true stories from my life. When I was 26 I lived in a big city and had a part-time Master for 7 months until he moved away due to work. He wanted me to move with him, but I wasn't ready to commit to being a full time slave. Part of me wishes I had, cause I've never met anyone else like him or had such a fufilling sex life. But at least I have some wonderful memories. He introduced me to many new things and fulfilled many fantasies. This first story is when we met. It was my birthday weekend and I had taken Monday off so I could have a nice long weekend of drinking, smoking pot, and hopefully having sex. I got laid alot in those days cause I was boyishly cute and slender, (I still am) and had already gotten laid Friday night. Good sex, nice guy, but pretty vanilla. So now it was Saturday and I was in a leather bar searching for something more exciting. I loved older leather daddies, (still do) and usually could score. I was dressed pretty much like everyone else. Levi 501's, white t-shirt, black biker jacket and boots. I was casually making the rounds, checking out some hot men, when I noticed one checking me out. He was definitely sexy. Shaved, bald head, big, bushy mustache, wearing tight jeans that showed a nice bulge, and a leather vest that revealed a very, hairy chest and arms. Yum! I raised my glass and nodded a hello as I casually past him. He reached out and gropped my crotch as I went by. I smiled and nodded my head toward the back patio. I went out back and leaned against a wall, lighting a cigarette. In no time I saw him walk through the door and over to me. "How's it goin tonight boy?" he asked leaning against the wall next to me, lighting his own cigarette. He was a couple inches taller than my 5'11" with a little bit of a belly. Again, yum! "Fine Sir, it's my birthday weekend," I replied, "and how is your night?" "Better now that I've cornered a cute boy." I blushed at his comment. "You flatter me Sir. I'm sure a sexy man such as yourself has no problem attracting the boys." "Not often ones as cute as you. Boys like you are usually at the twink bar." "Well I have more than one side to me, Sir." I demured. "Do tell." he said placing his hand on my ass, rubbing it. "Has anyone given you your birthday spankings yet boy?" "Not yet, Sir. Play your cards right and it may be you." I said cheekily. "Mmmm, a boy with a little spunk in him. I like that." "I bet you do, Sir, in more ways than one." "Play YOUR cards right boy, and maybe you will have my spunk in you." he whispered in my ear as he slid his hand down the back of my pants. My dick strained in my jeans. "Oh, and whats this?" he asked as his finger tried to find my hole. "A plug Sir." I replied as he pushed it a little deeper in me, causing me to moan a little. "A boy who prepares..very nice." We spent at least an hour on the patio, drinking, talking, smoking a joint. He was actually a very nice man. His name was Frank, he was 49, and worked in computers. He said he had seen me around a few times and had really wanted to meet me. He gave me money and had me fetch us beers a couple times. Eventually we both had to piss. As we stood side by side at the trough style urinal, he gave me my first test. "Take my cock out boy, and hold it while I piss!" I did as I was told, as I was WAY into this man. There was no way I'd screw it up! He started pissing a strong stream. "Take my piss in your hand and rub it on your shirt!" I did as instructed. "Again boy!" Again I did. 5 times he had me do this so the front of my shirt was wet with his piss. Then he took his empty beer glass and filled it with the last of his piss. After he allowed me to piss, we returned to the patio, him with a fresh beer, me with his recycled beer. Obviously I didn't need to be told I had to drink it. I was no stranger to piss, but this didn't taste quite like regular beer piss. After some more chat and our drinks were gone, Sir declared, "All right boy, time to quit this bullshit and get down to business." With that, he popped the buttons on my fly and fished out my cock. He wrapped his fingers around the base, lightly squeezing my cock and balls in his hand, and proceeded to lead me through the bar and out the door. Men grinned their approval as Sir led his claimed boy through the crowd, some congratulating him. His apartment happened to only be a few blocks from the bar, and he never let go of my genitals the entire walk, even as he led me into his building. Once we were inside his apartment, he pushed me against the door and started kissing me, deep and hard, grinding his mustache into my face, raping my mouth with his tongue. He pulled off my coat and ripped off my t-shirt as he frantically kissed me. He pushed my jeans down then ordered me to take off my boots and jeans. In no time flat, I was naked, while he remained clothed. "In the future boy, you will ALWAYS be naked in my home." The future? He was pretty confident I'd be back. But if the night finished as good as it started, I knew I'd be back! He pushed me toward the sofa which I took as an invitation to sit. "No boy! On the floor!" I didn't question him and sat on the rug as he went into the bedroom, returning with a mirror that had something on it. He set it on the coffee table and took a razor blade, chopping up some lines. "You ever had crystal before boy?" he asked". "No Sir," I replied, suddenly nervous and excited. The night had just taken a very unexpected turn. I knew what it was, but had never encountered it before. I had done lots of other drugs but not that. "You'll like it boy. And since you don't work till Tuesday, you'll be fine. The rest of this weekend will be my birthday present to you." he said, handing me a little straw. "Two fat lines, one for each nostril." I eagerly snorted the lines, secretly thrilled by this new adventure. My nose and throat burned as the powder entered my membranes. Before long I felt a new, heightened sensation of awareness. My heart beat faster and my whole body tingled, especially my plugged asshole which felt a horniness like never before. Sir went back into the bedroom and returned with some leather items. Quickly he had a collar and wrist and ankle restraints on me. Then he attached a cock and ball harness on me as tight as he could get it. "That's how I like my boy dressed!" said Sir. "Now suck my cock boy!" he ordered, pulling it through the fly in his jeans. I crawled to him and opened my mouth, taking his soft cock into my hungry mouth. For the first time I noticed a thick, chrome cockring around his base. As I sucked him like a starving Ethiopian, his cock grew harder and harder until it reached it's full, hard 8 inches. I pulled off to admire it's beauty. It was extremely veiny with a fat mushroom head. It was a very commanding looking dick. The type a Master should have. Sir held some poppers under my nose and told me to breath deep. He did three hits under each nostril till I was flying high. Then he grabbed my head and forced it back onto his throbbing cock. He pushed my head down, forcing the fat head down my throat, choking me and gagging me. I was in heaven. "That's a good piggy!" he complimented me. "Take my cock! Choke on it bitch! I knew you would be a great boy!" I beamed with pride as I relaxed my throat and swallowed my new Master to the base. He kept up the throat fuck for at least 10 minutes before he pulled out. I panted for air after he exited. "Open your mouth boy!" he ordered me. "Open wide!" I kneeled in front of him as he spit several times into my mouth. "Swallow boy! Then follow me on your hands and knees!" We went into the bedroom where he had a homemade bondage bed. It was black wood, with four tall beams and two by fours around the top, like a perverted canopy bed. Rings and drilled holes were all over it, and I didn't have to guess their purposes. "Made it myself." he proudly said. "Now, face down, legs off the end!" Soon he had me on my stomach, arms stretched and tied down, ankles spread and tied. I just lay there and shook at the excitement of being restrained and high, vulnerable to this sexy man. He pulled out my plug and fingered my hungry hole. I quickly felt a burning inside. "That's a little bootie bump for you boy. Now for a bigger plug." I moaned like a whore as he worked the larger plug inside me, my horny hole sucking it in. "Oh yea!" said Sir. "You've got a hungry little slave cunt there. We'll have to try our best to satisfy it!" "Yessss Sirrrr!" I moaned. "Make me your little slave whore!" I begged as he tied a popper soaked rag over my nose. "I will boy. Don't you worry about that! But first, those birthday spankings!" With that, I felt the first smack of a paddle. I jumped from the shock of it. But it felt so good. 25 more followed and my ass felt like it was on fire while my head spun from the pain and the pleasure and the drugs. "That's such a pretty bright red ass, slave boy. I love to fuck a red hot ass!" With that Sir pulled the plug out and rammed his fat, veiny cock deep in me. I screamed in extasy as he buried himself in me too the hilt. "Oh yea boy! Take your Masters cock! Your MY little slut now! I'm gonna fuck you so much this weekend you won't be able to walk on Tuesday! Damn thats a hot, fuckin slave hole you have boy!" "God yes Sir. Fuck your boy! I wanna be your personal whore! God you feel so good!" And fuck me he did! Fucked me like i had NEVER been fucked before. It had to be at least 45 minutes he pounded my hole. He untied me and we switched positions a couple of times. The final position was on my back with Sir pressing my knees into my shoulders so he could get that fat, mushroom headed cock as deep as possible in me, battering my prostate while my tina soft dick leaked fluid and I babbled gibberish. Sir spit on my face and into my mouth as he pushed his full weight down on me. "Fuck boy!! Here I cum! You ready for your Masters cum? Are you ready for me to breed my new slave boy?" "God yes Sir!" I panted. "Give it to me Sir! Make me your cumdump Sir!" Sir planted his mouth on mine and sucked and bit my tongue as he shook and shuddered, violently shooting his cannon deep inside me, flooding my guts. He collapsed on me while our sweaty bodies both recovered from the most mind blowing sex I had ever experienced. After a few minutes he slowly pulled his spent cock from my wet hole and replaced it with the plug. "Do you really want to be my boy? My slave? My slut? My whore?" he asked. "Yes Sir." I replied. "I would be honoured." "Good." he said kissing me. "Cause your birthday weekend isn't over."

It always started the same way. Some kid trawling Scruff after hitting the bars cause he didn't get lucky. Eric smiled when the kid sent him a woof -- another kid that was going get more than he was looking for. Eric's cock twitched at the idea of breeding this boy. He worked out hard and was in great shape; he had ink in all the right places but had the attitude to back it up. The kid's stats were pretty hot -- 6'2", 185 lbs and 23 years old-- too young to be completely filled out, but well on his way. After a few more details, the kid was on his way over. Eric's cock began to stiffen and push against his jeans, betraying his eagerness to share his seed with the boy. He went to the dungeon and put on his harness, perfectly framing the biohazard tattoo on his chest. He was ready to give this boy the fuck of his life. Perfectly on cue, there was a knock on the door upstairs and Eric went up to greet him. Opening the door, the boy was startled and stammered out a hello. Pulling him inside and slamming the door behind him, Eric easily overwhelmed the kid and nailed him to the wall. Forcing his tongue into the boy's mouth, he gave the boy a preview of what would be happening to his ass in a few minutes. The kid was enthusiastic and immediately moved his hands down Eric's jeans to feel his stiff cock. It was nine by seven, and a number 2 gauge PA. His cock was the perfect tool to share his gift, especially with inexperienced kids like this boy. In seconds, Eric's jeans were on the floor and the boy's face was buried his crotch, face smashed into the leaking red jock. Grabbing the kid under his arms, Eric heaved him to his feet and pushed him down the stairs to the dungeon. Pulling his head into his right arm and forcing the boy's mouth open again, Eric unzipped the kid's shorts and shoved them to the ground. The kid was wearing a jock like he was told and was about to be rewarded for it. Guiding the boy over to the leather covered St. Andrew's Cross leaned against the wall, he smiled as he pushed the boy against the cross and spread his legs. Tracing his tongue from the back of the boy's neck to the band of his jock, he could taste the salty sweat of excitement. As Eric moved his hand to spread the kid's checks, he felt the boy relax. He began tongue fucking the boy's ass, getting it ready for his leaking cock. Reaching down to his own jock, he pushed the pouch to the side, letting out his cock and balls. Slowly, he stood up, tracing the kid's spine with his tongue back up to his neck, and wrapped his right arm around the boy's neck in a choker hold. As the boy began to protest, Eric bit his neck firmly and the kid relaxed -- Eric's profile said he liked it rough. Using his free hand, he guided his dripping cock to just behind the boy's cunt and grinned. Without warning, he pushed his full 230 pounds of muscle down on the little bitch and impaled him with one stroke. As he felt his PA against the boy's hole, he instinctively tightened his arm around the boy's neck and forced his cock inside the kid. The boy tried to pull his ass off of Eric's cock, but the cross was in front and Eric's cock was behind. It was no use trying to get away. Eric was stronger than the boy by a long shot and his arm was like steel around the kid's neck. For just a second, he flashed back to his own youth when he was in the same position as this boy, about to be given a gift that would change his life forever. Amused by the boy's reaction, he began relentlessly pounding his cock into the boy's ass. Since that day ten years earlier, Eric had never worn a rubber. The kid would soon understand the gift he was about to receive and like Eric, would soon want nothing more than to share it. Pushing harder and deeper into the young stud's cunt, Eric's balls slapped the boy's ass with fury. The fire in his balls burned as the boy struggled. And then, the feeling started -- a gentle tingle deep in his balls began to stir. Smashing the boy's hips into the cross, the fire in his balls was quickly building pressure and urgency. The little cunt was about to feel the gift exploding from Eric's cock, flooding him from the inside and sharing the dark gift with him. Grinning with the thought of what was about to happen, he slammed his cock as deep into the kid as possible, and then it began. He screamed with pleasure as the boy's ass, wrecked from the viscous fucking, seemed to seize on his cock. As his balls pumped the dirty seed into the boy, he thrust harder and harder careful not to waste one drop of seed. The boy's ass tightened, drinking the dark gift that began burning his innocent cunt. As wave after wave of diseased seed flowed into the boy's guts, Eric felt him relax. He'd felt it before, a man getting his first taste of poison cum, suddenly realizes the gift. Eric's seed was doing its work, passing into the stud's veins, burning into his soul and converting him. Eric thanked his Lord for the boy impaled on his cock as he continued to shoot streams of burning seed into him. The boy was a man now, a brother; forever a servant, branded with the dark seed. Eric's work was done for the night. As the last drops of Eric's seed were greedily swallowed by the boy's ass, he leaned forward to his ear and whispered "Welcome, my brother." Unlike his entry into the boy, Eric began to slowly pull his cock out. Covered in dirty slime, he admired the look of his tool and the tight ass that was reluctantly letting his cock withdraw. As his head began to emerge, he noticed a few thick pieces of cum, slightly obscuring his 999 tattoo. The boy, weak from being used turned around and looked into Eric's eyes. Eric saw the fire of the seed in the boy's eyes. Guiding his new brother gently down to his knees, he allowed the boy to clean the remaining cum from his cock and worship.

He said he loved me… but he lied! (Part 1) First time, first love. It was an amazing feeling. Josh, the hottest bloke in town, had actually talked to me. I was stunned. It all started as another boring evening. My friends and I thought about going to the movies, but then someone suggested we could visit the new bath house in town, the ‘Toxic’. I argued against the idea as I knew that if I went I'd end-up sitting alone at the snack bar, drinking Coke Zero, while the other guys would get stuffed all around the place. And that was not a scene I wanted to revisit, but as usual I lost the argument as the majority thought a visit to the Toxic was a great idea, so that's where we found ourselves that night around 10:00 PM. Don’t get me wrong. It is not that I didn't enjoy sucking the seed out of a hard cock, or, for that matter, taking a long hard cock up my ass, but my experience was that most of the guys I'd find at the bath house would be queens who were masquerading as studs. And true studs would be few and far between. I guess you could say I didn't subscribe to the notion of flexible sexual roles. So there I was, true to form, sitting at the bar watching the scene as all kind of guys made out with each other. Some were eye-fucking me, but none were all that interesting, so I took the attitude 'Look, but don't touch'. Several guys offered me a drink, but I declined each, at least giving each guy a kindly smile. I knew I was the topic of gossip, and knowing as much I told everyone who hit at me that I wasn't interested in having anonymous bath house cock up my ass. No way, Jose. And then Josh entered the room and I got this tingling feeling in my guts. He was a hot hunk. He was 26 years old and had black hair. His eyes with were of the deepest blue I had ever seen, and as he spent time at the gym daily his body was stunning. He was not so pumped up, but rather had muscles in the right places. And talking about muscles in the right place, the bulge in his jeans was huge. Every other minute he grabbed his junk and adjusted himself, or uninhibitedly scratched his crotch. Every pussy in town was talking about Josh and not only the gay pussies. He was standing with a group of guys, several of whom had already approached me, but I had declined each of them. I found myself fuming at my foolishness, thinking had I known of Josh's connection with the guys, I could be standing over there, chatting with the cutest guy in the room. If only I had been less standoffish and had accepted a drink from one or another of the guys. Stupid….. Then I realized, they were staring in my direction even as they were chatting with each other. I turned around and looked behind myself but there was no one there. Turning back to the group of guys I saw they were still chatting, but for whatever reason were no longer staring in my direction. I found myself focused on Josh’s beautiful bulge. His jeans were so tight you could see clearly the outline of a thick and long piece of flesh. Everyone who lied about him ‘stuffing’ his jeans out should see him tonight. This was all real cock. I could clearly see it. I sighed deeply: I was totally in love with Josh. Being 18 it is not all about hormones and stuff. Of course I was a horny little brat, but I didn’t want to lose myself to some one night stand, like so many of my other friends had done. I wanted the real thing: the knight in shining armor. A romance, like in ‘Beauty and the Beast’, with me as the beauty and Josh as the…. well, the hot-stud-with-a-beast-within-his-pants. Admiringly, my gaze wandered up Josh's body, past his perfect chest, hoping to get a discrete look at his beautiful eyes, only to discover he was staring at me! And then he invitingly smiled at me. Did I see that right? My heart was pounding with excitement. But then Josh gazed around the room. I knew it. He was looking for some other willing prey. Again he adjusted his huge bulge again and my thoughts drifted away, even as I openly stared at his crotch, praying for another casual scratching or adjustment. Suddenly he left his pals and walked into my direction. My eyes grew wide and breathe grew shallow as I attempted to concentrated on my glass of coke. Now he was standing next to me. I could smell his overwhelming scent. Ordering a drink, he flashed me a casual smile, and then greeted me. "Hi, there. Having a good time?" I looked at his perfect white teeth, smiled, and apparently mumbled a vaguely appropriate response. “I’ve watched you from behind there,” he remarked, pointed at his friends, adding “Do I know you?” “No…. but it is nice to meet you. I’m Marc,” I replied, automatically extending a handshake. “I'm Josh,” he responded, taking and holding onto my hand. “Would you like a drink? Maybe we could find a quiet corner and sit down and chat a bit,” Josh suggested. I just nodded. Did he just ask me to talk to him? I felt like flying. He ordered another alcoholic drink for me and took a good grip at my nape and led me to a segregated area which was set-aside for VIPs. We took a bench and the waiter brought our drinks. We raised our glasses and took a huge sip. I didn’t dare to tell him I rarely drank alcohol as I didn’t want to spoil the moment, so I continued drinking the hard liquor. Josh, meanwhile, moved somewhat closer to me. I fought the urge to seek out his crotch. "I've gotta say, I find your shy ways beguiling," Josh quietly remarked, adding "and your beautiful eyes and sweet build are just what I like. Oh, and that you aren't completely fixated on my crotch. In all honesty that gets old. Just because I have ten inches in my jeans." I gulped. Ten inches? Mentally I was thankful he hadn't realized I had indeed been fixated on his cock, and that realization led me to mutter something inane like "...really, that huge…." I felt utterly stupid, but it apparently didn't matter. Josh draped his right arm across my my shoulder and started playing with my right nipple, softly pinching it through my t-shirt. Involuntarily I grunted in pleasure. Seemingly unknowingly Josh continued manipulating my tit. I, on the other hand, was fully aware of as much and shyly suggested “Would you like to go out for a walk?” Smiling, he replied "Sure I would, but I have a bit of a problem." “What's that?" He pointed at his crotch. It gave the impression the buttons were about to blow open. “Oh! I see what you mean," I managed. Ever so smoothly Josh continued "I'm hoping you would help me out - just so afterwards we can take a walk and enjoy the starry sky.” “You want me to jack you off?” “No, honestly, that would take too long and I really want to spend some time chatting with you. It would be better if you sucked me off.” There was no real decision to make. I was stunned by his attentions, by his cock, and by his desire to spend time with me. I nodded slowly as I considered the logistics. “Do you want me to do it here? Out in the open?” This was a bit public for my tastes. “Nah. Slip under the table, get on your knees, open my jeans and take my cock out and suck it,” he proposed, giving me an endearing nudge, adding "Don't worry, no one will ever know.” I slipped under the table and Josh opened his legs more, so I could actually kneel right in front of him. "This is the first time I've actually given a blow job," I remarked as I fumbled with his buttons. “Really?” he asked in perhaps some disbelief. But then he reasoned “That is great. It will be a memory we will share for years. It will be special to both of us. Now open my fuckin' jeans and blow me," he ordered. I obeyed and went to unhook his belt, but he told me "A few button will be enough." So I worked my way down from the second top button the last and without hesitation, licked his huge dickhead as soon as his cock was protruding from his fly. Josh crossed his arms behind his back and closed his eyes, enjoying the tongue lapping around at his glans penis, suggesting “Start sucking me with your mouth. I want your throat muscles massaging my cock.” I was concentrated on his dick and could see his crotch, but nothing else, so I didn't see Josh signal his buddies to come over to the VIP table, but I could see the table was suddenly surrounded by several pairs of legs and I could also hear Josh conversing with the guys. Then the guys squeezed into the chairs and onto the benches so I was surrounded by knees and shoes. Part of me wanted to panic and I paused in my efforts to pleasure Josh, but still I had keep his cock head in my mouth, not moving an inch, only to hear Josh announce "Guys, this isn't a great moment 'cause Marc, my new boyfriend, is sucking my dick." Immediately four pairs of eyes peered under the table and took in the sight of me kneeling there with Josh’s cock in my mouth. I was totally ashamed. They, on the other hand, seemed to find it normal. One or two extended a greeting, and all four guys then resumed chatting with Josh. He, on the other hand, was apparently enjoying my efforts as he murmured “Keep on sucking Mitch, good job, man." 'My name is Marc', I thought, but then he just knew me for 30 minutes. And he said I would be his boyfriend. It made me so happy and excited, and so I continued bopping my head up and down on his beautiful dong, only to hear him advise “Mitch, when I shoot my dick snot, swallow it all. Don’t make a mess under the table,” grabbing my hair and giving me a sharp, slightly painful tug. 'He clearly is accustomed to getting his way', I thought as I mumbled "Okay." “I am popular here. I don’t want to be banned just because you can’t swallow decently” he continued, as he then went on to describe my services to his friends, adding that for a newbie I wasn't half bad at giving head. His buddies chuckled, high-fiving him. He didn’t tell me he was about to cum. Instead I realized as much as I felt his dick twitching and his cock head swelled yet more. His load was imminent, but by no means was I prepared for the size of his load: it seemed like gallons of the salty, slimy fluid blew out of his cock. I kept swallowing, determined not to leave any tell-tale stains on the floor or his jeans. Nevertheless he felt compelled to mutter “Don’t lose a fucking drop, bitch.” I wanted to believe he was expressing a term of endearment. After Josh unloaded himself he started buttoning up. I was hesitant to crawl out from under the table, particularly as the etiquette for this situation wasn't within my purview. Besides I really didn't want to look at the faces of those four guys. I wanted to believe I had some dignity - somewhere. Then I heard a guy ask Josh "Do you mind if he sucks he off?" He added he had a four day load in his balls that needed to get released. “Sure,” Josh answered and, giving me a slight nudge with his foot, said "Hey Mitch, get to it. You did a great job, baby and I want to let my buddies experience your tongue action. Don’t embarrass me in front my friends,” he urged. I hesitated in complying as it felt wrong to blow one (or all) of these guys, but then I didn’t want to lose the chance to be Josh’s boyfriend. Josh, however, saw no issue as he announced “I am so disappointed. I really thought we had something special going on… and now you won’t even suck my best friends, even though this is not even considered as sex,” he sighed sadly. I turned to my right and stared directly at another crotch clothed with denim. I reached out, slowly felt the bulge, and opened the fly. The guy nodded at his friends and then told me to suck him good. “Remember to swallow my junk also, you slut” he snickered. They all laughed and I think I even heard even Josh’s join in. I found myself hoping none of my friends chanced to see me in this position.

Uncle Jack – A Day on the Run This is quick look at how Uncle Jack (from the story Uncle Jack attacks – The Kidnap) spent one of his first day’s on the run. The stench from the garbage strewn about the room, and probably a dead animal or two stuck in the wall or some shit, filled his nose. Uncle Jack had no choice at the moment but to lay low, and lay low in the places where even he would not want to go. He paced the room and Uncle Jack was proud of his last little tweek and hoped his note to the boy reminding him “You will be mine” enraged Deacon. Your enemies get careless when they are angry, so game on. He would get what he wanted and that boy would be his and the next time he got his hands on him, no fucking limits this time – he will pay and his ass will be so shredded and used that only Uncle Jacks dick will feel anything. In the meantime, Uncle Jack plopped into a chair, deeply out of breath, as the boy he had just bred raw and likely infected tried to stay conscious. This one was not ready at all, but Uncle Jack had needs, didn’t he? And what does this or the trail of others matter. They are all expendable, all except the one that got away. That one – that one was special and Uncle Jack had truly thought the boy enjoyed it when Uncle Jack used him as a fuck toy. No he knows he did as there was no denying that the boy was a dick and AIDs slut who could not get enough of him when they first met in DC. He may deny, but Uncle Jack knew it to be true. Uncle Jack also hoped that the vial of his blood he had been able to get away with would help him better understand what Deacon had done and what the boy had become. There was much more going on here then he could quite yet understand, but that would change. He mind could not help it and went back to thinking about the boy, all tied up on the table, his hole begging to be used. It was hard for Uncle Jack to find someone to fuck like he wanted. Everyone thought having a horse dick was a gift, well sometimes it was a curse and he learned early on if he was going to truly enjoy himself, he had to put the word out to send him someone well prepped, or he had to just take it. At about 6”4, 220 pounds, football player build, taking what he wanted was not usually a problem and if it was, well the drugs or his crew could resolve any reticence. He knew he was not an attractive man with his missing teeth, but there was no denying he was all man – an alpha man – with a beard, hairy chest, and a monster dick that put most men to shame. His brooding was interrupted by his new crew who strode into the room, guns and dick for hire is all they were, but until Uncle Jack got the situation a little more under control would do. Uncle Jack lit up a pipe, and hit some of the best rock he had had in days. Being on the run had disrupted his supply chain, but that would change. As the high rushed over him, Uncle Jack’s dick swelled and drooled. His crew were now dragging the whimpering, bloody boy out of the room when Uncle Jack stopped them, “Did I tell you I was done with him? Do you see what I’ve got going on here? Either drop him and don’t come back until I call you or one of you better drop your pants right now because I WILL FUCK ASS AND I DON’T FRANKLY CARE WHOSE.” The crew dropped the poor kid like a sack of potatoes. His whimpering was full on crying hysteria now. Uncle Jack enjoyed hearing men beg and cry and scream. He and Deacon had that in common for sure and Uncle Jack respected that. Admired it even and had been inspired by some of the tortuous sex he had seen Deacon deliver, so Deacon of all people should understand what had been done to his new, precious boy. The flame flickered and the smoke billowed as Uncle Jack took several long hits, let it settle in, then calmly got up, his horse dick swaying as he walked and the cries of the boy filling the room. Uncle Jack picked the boy up, grabbed him by the hips and impaled him balls deep like a flesh light. The boy got all quiet so Uncle jack slapped his face to bring him back around. If he could not have the one he wanted, the one he had would have to due and would have to pay for Uncle Jack being denied. The crew was sitting in a semi-circle, their own pipes hot and smoking and the porn playing on the little TV/VCR combo they had just was not doing it. The screams of the boy rose and fell as Uncle Jack exacted his punishment and for his crew, it was all just too much. The rock and tortuous soundtrack had them hard and dripping and it was not long before the two large men in the crew started eyeing their younger, and smaller comrade. A silent agreement was reached and soon their comrade was chewing on the floorboards as his buddies took turns emulating their new employer and inflicted a no holds fucks. The poor, unsuspecting crew member didn’t know what was happening until it was too late as one of his new crew mates held his arms and hands down while the other pulled his pants down tearing the zipper into tiny little chunks of metal flack that clinged and clanged against the floor. Without even the benefit of spit, the first guy slam fucked his ass, ripping his hole wide and soon a trail of blood added new stains to the old floor. His screams begging them to stop were somewhat muffled as his assailant pushed his face harder into the floor as he fucked him like a whore he had just picked up on the corner. The 9-inch dick finished up quickly, the guys switched positions, and the second crew member entered him just as rough and raw. All he could think about was he was not gay! He didn’t like dick! But his own dick betrayed him as it fought and strained to hard under the weight of two men. “You’re our bitch now,” he heard them say, “We’re gonna breed you anytime we please and you know what, if you try to run or say shit to anybody, you know what happens to snitches around here.” The second load of cum bred him deep and when they let him go and he rolled over they both laughed as his dick was hard and begging for attention. “See bro, I knew he would like it. Look at that!” The screams from the back room had stopped, Uncle Jack opened the door and stepped out, dripping in sweat, blood, ass juice and cum. He looked at his still partially naked crew members, his eyes focusing in on the one who just got fucked and said as he patted his engorged dick, “You. It seems the one I got in here just cannot handle what I got today, so come on. I got some good rock and you and I, we going to have a good old time.” The former anal-virgin’s ass quivered in excitement and fear as he looked at Uncle Jack’s dick. It looked much bigger now for some reason and as he hesitated his crewmates dragged him up and pushed him forward, stumbling, until Uncle Jack latched onto him with his big hands and dragged him into the back and pushed him to a chair. He could not help begging, “Please stop, I don’t get fucked, really, please don’t.” Uncle Jack ignored him, picked up the used boy, tossed him into the other room and said, “Use him if you want, get rid of him, I don’t care. I am going to be in here a while and if you get any bright idea of trying to help your friend or interrupting me, you will be next, guaranteed. As Uncle Jack passed a fresh pipe to his next victim and watched as the crew boy lit up, took several long hits and his body visibly relaxed, while his dick grew. Uncle Jack smiled, works every time, and told him to keep hitting it good. After several more hits the boy could barely stand, so Uncle Jack took the pipe back from him, pushed him to his knees, and hit the pipe hard while his newest victim tried to suck his dick. Clearly the boy had never done this before, well that would all change. He could hear what was left of his crew fighting over the ass scraps he had given them. Yeah these boys were freaks. Good. This was just the beginning and as he mounted his second virgin hole of the day and the screams filled the whole house, Uncle Jack closed his eyes and reveled in the feeling of a freshly abused hole. Yes, this would do just fine until he got the boy back he wanted as he imagined he was fucking him again, seeding him the way he was meant to be bred. Yes, just fine.

just got my labs back today VL is 5.2 million CD4 of 92. Which of you bitches wants some of the AIDS cum

I have quite limited experience with chastity (that is, using a chastity device on a bottom - I'm a top, as my moniker indicates). However, recently I had an experience that turned me on to chastity, to the point where it's become a fetish for me. I did a hookup with a visitor in his hotel room here in NYC. He was wearing a chastity device throughout. I can't begin to describe how good he was as a bottom - extremely hungry, attentive, affectionate. He was very verbal and horny to the point where he seemed, at least for that moment, to live for cock. At the same time, he was very affectionate in a way that I love (kissed me a lot, caressed my balls while I fucked him, tenderly cleaned my cock after I'd dumped my load). I wanted to fuck him again but he flew out the next morning. I don't have his contact information, but I've been thinking about him all the time. For some reason, it was such a turnon to me that he would use a chastity device to give himself so completely to me. Of course, I have nothing to compare with, so I don't know if it was just that he was such a beautiful guy and great sex partner but I know the chastity device enhanced the experience for me at a mental level at least. For a while I I've tried to find bottoms who are specifically into chastity but they seem surprisingly rare. So my question for bottoms here is: if a top asked you to strap on a chastity device before sex, would you refuse him, would you reluctantly go along with it, or is this something that could enhance the experience for you as well?

Came across this on Qweerty and of course the condom nazi's are using it to blame porn. I find it rather one sided there is no mention of whether or not he had been taking HIV medications which might have prevented him from progressing to full flown AIDS. We don't know if he was living life in the fast lane all that background is conveniently left out. Take a look for yourself at http://www.queerty.com/24-year-old-former-porn-star-with-aids-films-sobering-video-from-his-hospital-bed-20140326/

Whats your craziest public sex story? Mine is when I posted an ad on CL to find someone who needed their cock serviced and this cop answered my ad and I first met up with him in his car and I sucked him off in a parking lot during the daytime. Yep, I just leaned over and wrapped my lips around his nice dick and sucked him until he came in my mouth. We met up later the same day at his office during off hours and he fucked me bareback in his computer chair and as I was about to cum he picked me up and started sucking my cock and I unloaded right then in his throat. Let me read yours!

Craigslist ad I posted seeking a trucker did it's job tonight. He replied and I headed to truck stop 5 minutes from my place. We agreed to meet by main entrance, and as I was standing there smoking a silver haired hot daddy walked up and asked me if I was Mike (name I gave him from CL). He was 60ish, about 6-2, thin build, and a big salt and pepper stache. I didnt ask about wedding ring he was wearing. We chatted a bit then headed to his truck. I went right to passenger door and hopped in like I was a codriver (he made sure I did this so not to look suspicious to others). We both got in back and I followed his lead getting naked. He was more relaxed than me, and after rubbing my chest and belly a while he sat on my chest and had me lick his ball sack. His cock got hard fast with me doing this. He had a thinner cock, but at least 8" long and uncut. He rubbed the head on my lips so I opened up and let him slow fuck my mouth a while. My cock was dripping and he reached behind him and started stroking it. I was in heaven. Finally he had me roll over, laid on top of me and started sliding his tool between my ass cheeks. Between my saliva and his precum my whole crack was well lubed. The tension kept building as he did this, and finally I begged him to put it in me. He backed onto his knees and I back right up to his cock. He worked his cock in my hole slowly, and keep a slow stroke going for about 10 minutes before he came. No warning or noise, just one last inward thrust and he seeded me. I lay back down and he stayed on top inside me. He gave a few more strokes before going soft and rolled off me. We just laid there a while. He fingered my hole and spread his seed around my crack. I was in heaven and was all too happy to roll over so he could blow me a while. Before I came he stopped and lifted my legs up and said he was gonna fuck me again. He slid in in one push and pounded my hole alot harder this time. The angle had his cockhead hitting my prostate and I came after like a minute of him fucking me like this. I shot all over my belly and chest. He must have liked the show cuz he came as I was finishing, grunting on top of me as he shot his second load in my ass. It was hot as fuck. We both had a smoke and then I left. He has my cell number so he can call me next time he's near. Damn these truckers get me going.

the following is a fictional multi-part story 1.1. Martin If I were to define a moment in my life that changed the direction in which it would take, it would have to be when I blurted out to my parents that I liked guys more than girls at the tender age of ten. I hadn't actually done anything with a guy, but the reaction of my parents to my words forced me into a deep and dark closet. I had just graduated high school a week ago, just two weeks after my 18th birthday, and four weeks before my mission would commence, I was from a small suburb in New Mexico and was scheduled to go spread the word in a small Chilean region just three weeks from now. I was terrified of the prospect and just a little tired of the hypocrisy of the church and the verbal abuse I received secretly on a daily basis from my parents. They would routinely make homophobic comments not really knowing or caring that they were hurtful. When I made my above mentions blurb 8 years prior they took it as just a phase, a lack of maturity, I retreated into my own feelings and became an over achiever excelling in sports and almost gaining valedictorian of my graduating class. I played football and baseball in high school and swam for recreation during the summers, at 5’11” and weighing in at 155 soaking wet I had about 2% body fat and a double six pack for abs, a 29 inch waist and 41 inch chest. I had auburn hair and green eyes which my mother described as piercing; I had achieved Eagle Scout and was a leader in the community, like I said a deep dark closet. I held an after school job and did volunteered in the community. Six months ago while preparing to go on my mission I found out some things about some of the ward elders who helped train missionaries, preparing them for the field. The hypocrisy of the churches anti-gay stance, while behind closed door were sodomizing young men to train them in the art of love making so they would abstain from sex during the year they were on their missions. Allowing or forcing missionaries to commit homosexual acts on them, a week or two before beginning their missions. I was not thrilled about my trainer, and had no intention of letting him to touch me before sending me off. I also had it with my parents constant reminder of not accepting me for who I was, I had had enough and began planning my escape. I had been making money for myself starting at the early age of 9, a paper route, cutting lawns, dog sitting, pet services, and babysitting beginning shortly after I turned 12. I had a savings account which had a substantial sum in it and my parents wanting me to know how to handle and invest money had allowed me access to my school fund when I was 14. I had manipulated the investment fund with a healthy profit. Financially I could put my plan in motion the day after my birthday. I would transfer the money from my savings account into a checking account that I could access with a debit card from where ever I ended up, I also made arrangements to transfer money out of my school account to the checking account making it look like a tuition payment. Oh did I mention I had been accepted to a prestigious university in a western state scheduled to start the fall after my mission concluded, I also kept it from my parents that I had obtained a full ride scholarship so the money in my school fund wouldn't actually be needed unless I screwed up royally. Since the church had scheduled me to participate in a foreign mission they provided me a year ago with my fellow missionaries contact information so we could start the bonding process that would allow us to be successful in a foreign land. I had chatted with 2 out of the three on a regular basis and had brief conversations with the third. William was the most compatible to me and we texted and messaged each other almost daily if not more. During the year I also found out that William was also in a deep dark closet in a suburb of Flagstaff. He had confided in me about 6 months ago that he wanted to have sex with guys, he was just turned 18 at the time and we began an online relationship, which only got steamier as I approached my 18th birthday, and had turned downright nasty in the last three weeks. As neither Williams nor my parents were very computer savvy we each set up secret e-mail accounts accessible through hidden profiles on our laptops, not wanting our parents to accidentally stumble upon our secret lives or our relationship. With just a few weeks to my birthday I had convinced William to go camping with me near four corners, a couple weeks before our mission was to begin. I told my parents I would be going camping with a friend before heading to my mission and they continued to think that their butch straight son was going to have fun before going to spread the word. I was all packed the night before, my camping gear, and my clothes I would need to pull off my plan. The morning of, I shoved my laptop in my backpack along with several items I would need to access my accounts and erase my trail in the near future. I stuffed my sexy undies into my backpack and in case anyone started snooping around I placed my missionary clothes on top. I sent a text to William, and left a note for my parents, I left the house in the early morning hours while my family slept. As I turned to look back upon my prison of 18 years I saw a small figure in the window waving to me, my little sister waving goodbye. I walked the 2 miles to the bus station with my backpack slung on my back and my duffle bag slung on my shoulder. I purchased my ticket to phoenix with cash, and then proceeded to board the bus shortly after, giving my duffle bag to the driver to stow beneath the buss in the cargo hold. I took a seat near the back of the bus and stared out the window. Setting my backpack on the seat between me and the window, the bus was mostly empty but there were a few older passengers who sat near the front and middle sections of the coach. About an hour after we pulled out the bus made a stop to pick up more passengers, several older passengers and two young guys of around 19 or 20ish. My cock began to stiffen when I saw the guys begin to traverse towards the back of the bus, the stopped and nodded at me before taking the seat one row back on the other side of the coach. Since the seats are staggered a bit I could look across and see their seats from my vantage point, with just a little effort. As the bus pulled out and the passengers up front settled down I looked back and saw them kissing and fondling each other, since there wasn't anyone else in this section of the bus, I pulled out my cock and began to wank, watching as the two boys fooled around across the aisle. I think one of them saw me watching and wanking because they got up and walked to the very back of the bus to the bench seat just two rows back gesturing to me to follow. I shoved my boner back in my pants and went to the back of the bus. The older and taller one pushed me into the corner then pulled my pants down around my ankles. The younger one then began sucking on my hard cock, and the older one began kissing and making out with me while playing with my nipples. The double stimulation was too much for me and within five minutes I was rewarding the young man who had my cock down his throat with several strong blast of young spunk. He held them in his mouth the shared them with me and his boyfriend through deep kisses and saliva/cum exchanges. It was the first time I had ever been with a guy and the first time I had ever shot without jerking off myself. I sat with my pants down around my ankles as the other two continued to play, the older one using my cum to lube the younger's hole before sliding in bare, the younger one was riding his man’s cock while seated on his lap so I leaned over and took his rod in my mouth trying to return the favor and giving my first blow job. I slid down to the floor and in between their legs to get a better angle, working the boys cock deeper into my throat, I gagged a little and the boy just pushed his cock deeper. With a grunt the older one spewed into the younger’s hole causing him to fire into my mouth, I took and savored every last drop then shared it with my new friends. I returned to my seat and them theirs just as the bus pulled into its next stop. It was getting to mid-day and the driver announced there would be a 45 minute layover. I picked up my backpack and went into the diner attached to the bus station as I was getting hungry and still had a long trip ahead of me, I ordered a burger and fries and sat in a booth in the far corner. I pulled out my laptop and logged into my hidden account, checking my E-mails to see if William was still on board for the trip. He had messaged that he would be taking the 3:30 bus and would arrive in phoenix a little later than I would but would meet up there. He also sent a webcam still of his hot body, naked of course and fully erect. I closed the e-mail quickly not wanting anyone to casually see what was on the screen. I logged out and logged back into my normal account, e-mailing my parents that I was OK and almost to my camping destination. I shut down the laptop and slid it back into my backpack. I finished up my burger and headed to the restroom before board the bus again. As I entered the rest room the air freshener did little to mask the odor of the place, I walked quickly to the stall and squatted onto the seat, I noticed the shoes of my two fellow travelers in the next stall so after I finished my business and did my paper work I lingered a bit and spied through the crack in the door of the next stall. I figured they were having sex again and wanted to watch. They however were not having sex but passing a pipe between them. The thick white smoke being shot gunned between them until it was almost clear, they saw me peeking and unlatched the door and invited me into the handicap stall, they offered me a hit and I politely refused being the good church boy I was. I wanted to be bad so much, bob the younger one torched the bowl and as the smoke began to form in the bowl sucked in the vapor, then turned to me and thinking he was going to kiss me I leaned forward as he shot gunned the smoke into my lungs, he then had me turn to Sam the older one and exhale into his mouth and lungs. Sam repeated the process in reverse then put the pipe away and exclaimed we better get back to the bus. I took my seat on the bus although I sat a couple rows back as someone had commandeered my original. I now sat a half a row back from Bob and Sam and one row forward of the back seat. Just before the bus pulled out a gent of mid-thirties entered the bus and walked all the way to the rear seat. I figured there would be no playing the rest of the trip unless he got off somewhere in between. I was feeling really horny and didn't know why, not connecting it to the smoke I had inhaled from my two new friends.

My 20 year old son just informed me he will be moving in with a 65 year old wealthy divorced man. In return for "companionship," he will get a place to live rent free while he finishes college and possibly a job afterwards, plus trips to wealthy older guys vacation home in the Bahamas. Hope he doesn't screw up this opportunity.

Ok now for a word from the PRO-Raw, PRO-POZ segment of our population. Men were intended to fuck raw. Queer identifying men need to know that sharing raw, poz cock is the most sensual and intimate fucking any species or combination of genders will ever enjoy. So there are a few risks. People smoking knowing the risk of cancer, people eat a bunch of Big Macs knowing the risk of obesity......but while they may be shamed for their activities, only queer raw sex seems to be singled out for being a horrible activity. Perhaps if we were more open and honest about our practices, we could rest the conversation regarding sexual healthy and healthy sex. Less worry about gender, less worry about taboo, less worry about the ideal partner----just more happy people sharing cocks and cum. Before I got knocked up last year, I was somewhat certain these thoughts were misguided and taboo. I took the step to chase and soon found out there are others who feel the same way as I do. I know that as I have become more open and focused on good fucking....not on the crap that others often associate with sex, I see that we have been manipulated for years to think that sex is bad and gay sex is worse and POZ sex is the very worst of the most evil. Reality is quite different, open minded, joyous free and unlimited fucking is a key part to a healthy human existence. For some of us, it is time to talk about that and to change the dialogue. FUCK....and FUCK a lot.....it is all good. And all the crap you worry about, you will soon see how little that really matters. It really is about the cocks and the cum.

Fuck yeah , cross dressing and cum dumping poz in my cunt?Mmmm hot❤️

really awesome, i agree with fisterm8 it's very descriptive and it's easy to visualise the scene unfolding, a real pleasure

didnt had much time for sex unfortunatly last time so still neg but i will try my very best

It depends on the surgery. If you are having a sphincterotomy, that's going to be more intense than having a fissure closed which will be more intense than having an external hemorrhoid removed than having an internal hemorrhoid removed. It's been two weeks since I had the fissure closed and the skin tag removed. The pain after the surgery was a hell of a lot less than the pain from before the surgery. It's taken two weeks for their to be next to no pain from the area. I imagine in two more weeks, there will simply be none. The doc will be able to explain the differences when you go there. Plus, there's always Percoset Still a little concerned about what happens when I start putting things back up there, but such is life.

I have meet guys on cl and other online sites and have know idea who they are and taken there load!!!!! I love driving home fingering my hole and licking the cum off my fingers!!!!

Between Saturday and Sunday night: 16 loads in my cunt.. highlights: 1st DP, black dick and my Sir, but brief. Older guy fucked and seeded me, cane back later; fucked me for an hour dumping 3 loads in me. Picture after is a beauty. sunday night - poz guy had me over to fuck me, breed me and kick me out. He did all 3 and it was hot. Later sitting at McDonald's felling poz cum leak out of me

I just got back from a hot session with cumholechelsea. To echo @FJLinNYC's sentiments, this boy has a very hot hole! I couldn't get enough of eating his ass out! I also pumped a load in his sweet jock ass. I wanted to pump a second load in him, but it turned out I was just too exhausted from a long day. I will definitely be cumming back to eat and fill his hole in the future. And might even pissfuck him, if he's lucky! WOOF!

The usual suspects: Chlamydia, Gonorrhea, Syphilis. The STI screening you are planning on getting should catch any of those. Also, these are just theoretical issues. You briefly topped bare. In the whole variety of unprotected sexual activities, what you did was fairly low risk. Any chance you might post some pics of that huge cock?

So damn hot ch132! Cant wait to see what else is in store for the unsuspecting Tom!

At ABS tonight, had a run-in with someone I know, but he didn't know it. I was standing in a back corner, which is pretty much dark, when I see my neighbor from down the road walk into the booths. Now, we've never spoken, but I recognized him from his goatee and body shape, as I always stared at him doing yard work when I drove by. I'd wave and he'd wave back. So I wait for him to close his booth door, and I slip in next door and sit down, careful to keep my face from getting to close to the hole. I run my finger along the bottom of the hole, and a moment later a 7" fat cock appears. Damn! I was so turned on I didn't waste any time deep throating that. Still amazed this hot guy was here, and decided to go all out. I pushed my jeans down and put my pre-lubed hole up against the opening, and waited. Within moments his cock head was rubbing my crack, and I eased back a little to line his head up with my hole.He slowly pushed in, and I was in heaven. I held a tight grip for him as he slow fucked me for about 5 minutes, then picked up the pace the last 30 seconds or so before unloading in my ass. His cock softened and he plopped out. I quickly sat down again, and he stayed still long enough for me to lick his cock clean. As I pulled off, he turned quickly and fastened his pants and walked out. Never knew it was me.

It's rare that a 20something kid is a skilled top, but I met one today at the baths who stole my heart. He was so adorable--stocky but solid, hairy but trimmed, a smile that made me smile, bright eyes, amazing at sloppy kisses, and an uncut cock that just wouldn't quit. That's another great thing about college dudes: they just produce SO much cum, and they're ready to go again in like ten minutes. I wasn't expecting Arthur to have eyes for me, but he did. And after I'd nursed that cock and even tasted his hole, he turned me around and opened me up so skillfully, it never felt less than amazing. Then he was just pounding and pulling my hips onto him, going deep. Holy fuck, I felt like a rag doll when he was done. So hot, so bred deep, and so smitten. <sigh>

Yesterday afternoon I got a mail on a generally non-bareback site from someone whose profile says they don't bareback. My profile on that site clearly states that I bareback only and am very poz-friendly. He was in his mid to late 50's so older than me which is no problem and in a good shape for an older guy. He stripped down and I started sucking, couldn't deep throat him but got as deep as I could without choking or gagging. His cock was a shade bigger than average, he then bent me over and fucked me as it's been a few months since I was last fucked he took his time but soon started to go harder and deeper until he shot his load. He kept his cock in me until it went soft and popped out. Unfortunately he's probably neg, but a load is a load.

Less sleepy now than when I last wrote - actually you could have been infected any time between a couple of weeks ago and whenever you last got tested. I was assuming in my first reply that you took an HIV test every 3-6 months. If that is not the case, you could have been poz for a long time.

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.

If they are looking for someone to take it for a gangbang video, I will do it at a fraction of the price. I will sell myself to get loaded with juice. Spit on it and slide it in, let the last man's load be lube for the next until my hole is so frothy you could pour me out over a latte.

fuck buddy i flushed my meds, fuck yea, give me a viral load , i love meth anf how it makes me

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

I do this also. Great to just scoop it up or lap it up like a dog

Been in Chastity often.Many of my Tops love it when her Sissy stay limp.They love to humilate me for not getting my Sissycock hard. That is a great Turn on for me.

He said he loved me… but he lied! (Part 2) I started sucking the second dick in my inexperienced life and felt a bit odd, doing that. Come on - I knelt under a table at a club; I met my Mr. Perfect maybe half an hour ago and now I was sucking the cock of one of his best friends already. Okay…. sucking was not real sex in the eyes of those guys. I considered it as sex before I knew my love, but Josh taught me, it is only foreplay and this would not count. I am happy Josh explains me this stuff, since I am still a virgin to this concept. The cock was not as big as Josh’s dick. No one could compare with his 10 inch dick. I tried to follow their conversations, but after a while it was dull for me, since they seemed to talk about only the hot young guys they wanted to breed and seed, to make them part of the team? I swirled my tongue around the guys piss slit and he moaned excessively. “The bitch is cleaning my piss slit” he announced and I heard some noise like they high-fived each other. Since I was so busy sucking dick, I was not really capable following the conversation. “Look at this bitch - didn’t you breed him 2 months ago – still doing fine…. eh?” someone said. Another one replied, that the job hasn’t been done properly and that maybe another approach should be necessary. “I could bang the little slut and destroy his cunt forever” a third voice said. It sounded like Josh, but I was not sure anymore. They continued talking about the guys in the club and then Josh stood up from the table. He left me alone with his friends? I was alarmed and felt left behind in a way. But then I told to myself, he might just need to take a piss and so I calmed down again. Then the storyline from before entered my mind again. About the slut, that had been bred before. Was Josh really the one, who would try it again? That was not possible. He even told his friends, that I was his boyfriend. “Where did Josh go?” I asked with a timid little voice. “Shut up and suck my cock, you bitch - or do you want us to tell Josh, that you are neglecting us?” the one I gave a blow job replied. Of course I didn’t want to annoy Josh and so I went on sucking the guy’s cock deep into my mouth. I even tried to deep-throat him, but this still made me gag a little. The guy was nice enough not to notice. I guess I did a good job, because shortly after my question the guy hissed he would come any minute now. “Keep on sucking me slut. Don’t forget to suck it all down your throat and directly into your tummy you cock slurping whore” he added. I prepared for another hot load and I was not disappointed. I received a big load of cum. He splashed at least eight or nine times in my mouth and I swallowed all, like I promised Josh. It felt like the guy was satisfied with my work. “Are you an obedient cunt and do you continue sucking, or do you want to disappoint your boyfriend again?” another voice asked me. I rushed to the next crotch and opened his pants and his belt. It was a good feeling, because this time it didn’t take me so long to unwrap the dick. I was a fast learner and I was sure Josh would have been proud of me, sucking his second best friend’s cock. This guy seemed to be a bit dirty. I was overwhelmed by the stench coming out of his cock cage. For the first time in my life I saw an uncut cock and I was in a maze. How should I satisfy him? I started moving the foreskin forth and back. The stench was even more extreme then, and it was all because of the dick cheese on his helmet. “Come on…. don’t be shy and clean my cock before giving me a blow job” the guy suggested. For a moment I felt like I would be sick, but I knew Josh would never forgive me, if I rejected his friend, because of his cheesy helmet. So I extended my tongue and tried to lap the cock cheese away. Meanwhile the guys chatted along at the table. There were no encouraging words for me. I was on my own during this challenge. I had to apply more pressure with my tongue to suck and nibble the cock cheese away. “Not again MC…. are you feeding him your dirty cock? You are such a horny perv….” a voice commented. They guys burst out in a laughter, although it was not funny for me. Not funny at all! Nevertheless I suckled more and more of his huge member into my tiny mouth, trying to satisfy another of Josh’s friends. While I did my duty, I heard someone approach our table again. When I saw the shoes and the jeans with the huge bulge I knew it was my lover. My heart missed a beat knowing, he came back to me. There was a commotion at the table. I couldn’t understand everything, but they seemed to celebrate something. It would be so much nicer if I could sit next to my extremely hot boyfriend, instead of sucking a dick under the table of a club. “Maybe this time the bitch gets it" someone said. The guys seemed to be very excited, because suddenly the cock in my mouth spew thick layers of macho cum straight into my gullet. “Hey Mitch – still busy sucking the fuck slime out of someone else?” this time I didn’t even care if he called me Mitch by accident. I crawled between his legs and answered, that I would be there for him. “Open my fucking pants again. I was on the loo and need some cleaning baby” he chuckled. As my fingers ran along his cock cage, I felt the mighty shaft, still hard and horny for me and lurking for my attention. After enjoying the feeling of his huge cock through his fabric, I opened his pants and was a bit shocked. “Josh!” I exclaimed. “What?” he answered. I told him he must have been hurt. I could clearly see streaks of blood along his shaft. But he answered me this happened on the loo. *Everybody at the table laughed* He hit another thing with his cock. I shouldn’t be worried, this would happened a lot of times, since he was so big down there *Laughter again* He said the bleeding had stopped and dried already, but he needed my assistance in cleaning him up urgently. Without hesitation I opened my mouth and licked along his shaft to clean him up from the bloody streaks. The cock tasted somehow differently than before. It was more than just the taste of blood, but I couldn’t name it. I was thoroughly cleaning his dick up and the streaks disappeared more and more. “Stop licking my shaft now, and start sucking my monster cock clean – I want to be clean when I hit another thing accidently.” he moaned. *More laughter of his friends* The strange taste increased with his dick deeply imbedded in my mouth, and still I had never tasted it before. I knew the smell…. but I couldn’t connect to the experience I obviously made before in my life. The guys heard me gagging under the table, but encouraged me to clean Josh’s dick spotlessly. In the end I didn’t want Josh get a bad reputation because of this and so I made his dick as good as new. Isn’t that, what love is all about…. ?

My next few encounters… I had a few more encounters after this one. They weren’t as hot, but still worth mentioning… The first one was very brief. I was selling a game system for money, and while I was returning from my sale, I was hit up on a hookup site by a guy and his friend staying at a nearby hotel. They wanted some fun, and I was horny so figured why not. I headed over to the hotel to meet them. Both were older gentlemen, mid to late 40s and early 50s. The younger one was mostly tweaked out, tine-dicked and mostly just wanted to watch me and other guy play. The older one wanted to slam first, while I got ready. I didn’t have any supplies myself but they offered some if I wanted to pay for some of their stash. I settle for a little bit, and hit some of my new stuff with the younger guys pipe. I was enjoying the rush while watching porn with the younger guy. The older was having a hard time slamming. After about 15-20 minutes, he finally got his hit and came back into the main room from the bathroom. He got on the bed, his dick super hard and leaking. I took my cue and hopped on the bed, ready to suck him off. The older guy handed me some of their poppers. It was in a blue bottle, one I hadn’t seen before. A few hits and man was I flying. I was just in love with his dick, sucking and sucking. I was doing such a good job that he ended up cumming a lot for me. I early drank it. The younger guy had enjoyed the show but couldn’t really do anything. So I ended up not getting fucked, just a nice taste of cum. Because I didn’t feel like heading home, this lead me to my 2nd encounter with Ace that I wrote about before. The Black Daddy After this, I didn’t play with anyone for another month. After a while, it got to me so I went cruising online. I found a guy on the other side of town that wanted to hookup. A black daddy type with a nice 8-9” thick cock. We agreed to meet at his house. As I drove, he called me and we started to talk. He asked what all I was into, which I replied anything but scat, blood, and intense pain. He asked if I was into bondage and BDSM stuff. I said sure, it was cool. As long as he understood that I had to be home at a certain time and have to be able to end things if I didn’t feel right. I arrived at his house and he let me in. He told me right away that he wanted to order me around and that I have to be willing to listen and obey. I told him ‘yes sir, anything you want sir.’ He smiled at that. He told me to get undressed, to fold my clothes up, and to leave them on his couch. He then ordered me to go and clean out. I did the best I could. When I finished up, he handed me a towel and very small pair on undies. I honestly don’t know what to call them other than they barely contained me and was like a thong in the back. He told me to put them on and then come in the room. He went in before me as I finished drying off. I put on the undies and headed in. He was sitting on a bench at the end of his king-sized bed. He already had his bong and torch out. He told me to walk in front of him, twirl around, show him my ass, then had me lean against the wall, ass out. He nodded with approval, then ordered me to kneel infront of him. I did as I was told. He told me that if I did well I would get the hits I wanted. He started to ask me questions: ‘Will you do as I order you to? Say yes sir.’ ‘Yes sir.’ ‘Do you like to get fucked?’ ‘Yes sir.’ ‘Do you like black cocks?’ ‘Yes sir, very much sir.’ ‘Do you want to get fucked my big black cock, slave?’ ‘Yes sir’ (I trembled at this point, I was so turned on) ‘Good. You may have a hit, after I hit it.’ So he takes a big hit, blows it right at me. He tells me to inhale it as he blows smoke at me. I breathe in what I could. He smiles. ‘Good slave. Now I’m gonna light this, and when I say hit, I want you to exhale, put your mouth on the end, and inhale nice and slow until you can’t inhale anymore.’ He places his bong infront of me and starts to heat it up. It starts to smoke, and then he tells me ‘Hit.’ I exhale, then start inhaling slowly. I have really good lungs, so I take a huge hit. He’s impressed. ‘That was good. You deserve another one. While you are hitting, I want you to tweak your nipples for me.’ I do as order, he gives me another good hit, and then hits it himself. ‘Take out my big black cock, slave.’ He has pants on, along with boots. I’ve done a few BDSM scenes before, so I know he also wants me to undress him. I pull off his boots, his socks, fold them next to his boots. I then undo his belt, his button, and his zipper. He lifts himself off so I can pull down his pants. He’s commando, so out pops this huge thick cock. Its dripping. I’m mesmerized. He can tell. ‘Suck it.’ I do my best, but FUCK is it hard. He’s not happy with it but says he’ll teach me to suck it better. He tells me to get on the bed, laying on my back, head over the side. He has me put my hands under my ass, and to just relax. He slaps my face a couple of times, letting me lick at it. I’m so horny and high at this point. ‘Yeah, you’ll do. I have to teach you, but you’ll do.’ He fiddles with a drawer next to the bed, pulling out a can of Max Impact, along with some poppers and a rag. He asks if I have ever done Max, and I tell him not really, but heard about it. He says it helps numb, kinda takes you to a special void. He sprays the rag and tells me to try it. I do a quick hit, and I see what he’s talking about. I basically just feel numb, ragdoll even. I tell him I’m good with this. He tells me to lean my head back over the bed, he puts his cock right on my forehead. ‘This will help you learn to suck my cock, slave.’ He then tells me he’s gonna stick the rag in my mouth, that I’m to breathe in deep, just like my hits on the bong. Then he’s gonna stick his cock in my mouth and to just relax. So I open my mouth, he presses the rag to it, and I take a deep hit. He tells me one more, and repeats. I’m numb at this point, my mind just dead. My mouth is still open, and he slides in his cock. Its thick and I try opening wider, but I really can’t. He tries a couple more times before sliding out. I apologize and tell him let me try one more time. He smiles, sprays the rag a bit more. This time I do 3 hits. I lay there, and finally I take his cock in all the way. He’s enjoying it. I’m trying my best to just be his fuck toy. After a few minutes, the numbness is gone and I nearly choke. He pulls out, a bit disappointed. ‘I will train you, but not tonight. Tonight, I want that ass.’ He orders me to get naked for him. He starts messing around with his monitor he has setup, pulling up some bareback porn. He pulls out some restraints. He’s explaining that the videos we’re watching are his, of his friends he’s fucked, people he’s met and trained and fucked. He says if I’m good enough, he’ll tape me. He says he likes to train guys, get them used to getting fucked by big black cocks. Get them dependent on him, as a master, especially white guys like me. He wants to get me fucked up, take me down to sex club or even the train station, let guys just fuck me while he gets paid. Part of me is turned on by this, the other part scared. He orders restrains me, both my feet and hands. He then tells me that we’re gonna hit the bong again, he wants me rolling. He has me kneeling on the bed, my hands behind my back. He sits down against the head of bed, his big cock just glistening. He takes a hit, blows smokes, watches me inhale it. “Good, you remembered to do that. If I smoke, you inhale.’ He then orders me to suck on his nipples, while he switches up videos. He then orders me to lick his cock then his balls. He’s talking dirty and nasty to me. Lots of words I won’t repeat, but very hot. He wants to sell me, be his little slut bitchy white boy for black cock. I moan a bit for that. He’s lighting his bong, orders me to take a hit. Then another one. Then another one. He takes a bit hit himself, blowing smoke at me, which I breathe. ‘Now you’re ready for this black cock, slave.’ He gets up from his position, removes the restraints, and then has me lay on my back. He orders me told hold my legs up, as he positions me on the edge of the bed. He ties the leg and hand restraints together, so that I’m not totally holding them myself. He lubes me up, finger me a bit. I’m very eager to get fucked at this point. He lubes up his cock, teasing me with it. He takes the popper bottle, has me lean up, and he closes a nostril as I inhale, not even needing to tell me what to do. He pushes his head in a bit. Another hit of the bottle. He slides in more, my head reeling from the poppers. He slides back and forth a bit, then makes me hit longer, ordering me. He does it a couple more times, as he slides all the way in. ‘You now have your master’s big <thrusts in> black <a bit harder> cock <more thrusting> in <a very deep thrust> you!’ He starts to fuck me, his hands on my hips, as he just starts to pound me. God is it feeling great. I’m just rolling in my drugged-haze. Harder and harder he pounds me. I’m watching a clock. This goes on for like 10 minutes, nearly non-stop. I’m a horny bitch for this guy. I ask him meekly if I can moan and praise him. He tells me that’s fine. So I start just telling him how much of a god he is, how much I love my master’s cock in me, fuck me harder, breed me, use me, I’m yours. He’s loving it. He pulls out, smiling. He undoes the restraints, letting me rest, though tells me to tweet my nipples. He starts talking trash about my tiny tina-cock. He says that all white dudes get like that when they get fucked up on tina and get fucked by a real man, a black man. Emphasis on the black. He orders me to get on my hands and knees, ass up, face down. He retrains my hands and hands me the poppers. He gets on the bed behind me, restrains my legs. He tells me ‘that once he’s done training me, I’m gonna be begging to be fucked by black guys. He’ll find the biggest dicks he can find, ruin me.’ He slaps my ass, as he pushes my legs together. He pushes my head down, as he puts his cock head at my entrance. ‘Hit those hard.’ He orders. I take a huge hit, and he pushes in me deep. He starts just pounding away, hitting my spot, and I’m moaning. Every so often I take more hits, and god does his fucking feel good. He’s talking more trash to me, how he could easily get a couple of guys tonight to come fuck me, fuck me real good, breed me with their seeds (though another word was used). I moan at his words. He fucks me for a good 10-15 more minutes, just slapping my ass, thrust deep in me. I’m trying to keep myself on the bed, but his trusts are just so strong. We have to stop as I nearly fall off. He pulls out, helps me up, and cleans me and himself off. He tells me to lay down, on my side, as he gets back to sitting at the head of the bed. His cock is still cock hard. He orders me to lick and clean him up. I eagerly do. He tells me yeah he’ll train me to be a fine black cock sucker. He pushes the MI rag into my face, orders me to breathe it in, then forces me down on his cock. I relax and let it happen, getting about halfway down. He fucks my face for a bit, then pulls me off. He says I’m still a bit teethy, which I apologize for. I ask what time it is, as I did have to get back home around a certain time. I couldn’t see the clock from where he had me, so he tells me. Its getting close. I tell him that I had agreed to let him order me around, as long as I could say stop when I needed to. This was the time. He smiles, then tells me that yes, we could stop. He doesn’t want to scare me off nor get me in trouble if I don’t make it home. But he’ll still be my master no matter what I say. So he undoes the restraints. He tells me that I can use the shower to clean off. But he wants me to wear his undies home and that the next time I come over to bring them. I take my shower, clean up. My high is starting to come down a bit, though I’m still wide awake. I come back, wearing the undies he wanted me to wear. He’s gotten his clothes back on and is cleaning up his room. We chat a bit, mostly trying to setup another encounter. We also talk about his friends he’s taped, things he’s done, things I’ve done. He’s surprised that I just started pnping. He just warns me that not everyone I meet in this scene is nice like him. Some may come across like it, but once they get high, get me high, there’s risk. And that he was serious about things he said to me. I nod and agree, telling him that it’s a fantasy of mine, just not sure how I can make it work in my life. Playing for me is every so often, just so I don’t get addicted and so that my friends don’t have to worry about me. After an hour of this, with me drinking water and eating some fruit, he bids me farewell. I make it back to my house, my ass sore but fulfilled. The next day I wake up and realize that some of my time is missing, especially after he started to fuck me from behind. I also vaguely remember some of the conversations after it, laying there feeling numb and barely able to do anything aside from half-assed following of orders. I posted in a thread on here about it, and it was a bit worrisome. I kept him in mind though. I never forget black cock. Not like his. Wow.

It is a powerful callling. One that can't be ignored. I know it to be true.

Chapter 4: I woke up in bed the next morning with Mike wrapped around me, fast asleep, his mouth and face on my shoulder. Looking at the clock it’s obvious we’ve slept most of the morning away … and part of me still can’t believe I let a guy who I know is HIV+ cum inside me. I felt creeped out, a little scared and horny all that the same time; my cock is hard as a rock. I reached down to feel my dick, when I feel Mike’s hand on it too, he’s awake now and just looking at me … without even speaking we start making out. Breaking the kiss, “Let’s go get a shower babe”, Mike says, I nod. Mike gets up and I watch his cute ass make its way to the shower, “Let me get the water warm”, and I start it up getting it nice and ready for us. I close the door and press Mike against the wall making out with him as the water beats down on us, “Ahhhh … damn gotta piss”, I keep kissing him, “Go ahead”. He looks and me and we both grin and then I feel his warm morning piss come shooting out of his cock and hit our bodies as we continue to kiss. I try to focus, and then it happens, now I’m soaking both of us with my morning piss, too. I piss in the shower all the time but this is the first time with someone. I like it. Mike finishes his piss, and then mine finally trickles off, I’m hard as rock. “Does that thing ever go down?”, I ask grabbing hold of his cock, "HA! You should know it's hard 90% of the time, just the way you like it – horny fucker." "Hey, tell me, how long have you and Chris been fucking"? I ask as he stands behind me and begins washing my back with soap. "Well, we’re not fucking, he’s fucking and breeding me; I think it’s been a couple of months now." I was enjoying his touches, “How long has he been poz?”, then I caught myself, “I’m sorry … that’s probably none of my business”. "No, it’s alright … it’s alright, I asked him that once too, he said he tested poz last year … probably been about a year now", he didn’t seem too surprised by question. “Cool … “, and my voice trails off, I want to ask Mike if he’s afraid of getting it. We stayed silent as Mike worked my back and my sides, touching and feeling my body more than actually washing it. Mike's hand slid down my chest, over my abs, and down to my hard dick. He grabbed it with his fist and stroked a few times. I turned my head, and our mouths meet. Another hot kiss, deep and forceful as the water from the shower continued engulfing us. I can feel his raw dick wedged in between my tight ass cheeks as he’s slowly grinding his hips into me. I bent forward slightly, my right hand holding the back of Mike's head, as our kiss lingers. With my left hand behind me, I move his hard fat cock between my cheeks. His cock moves right to my fuck hole, and immediately the mushroom shaped head of his cock is pressing against the entrance. No matter how many times we fuck I love how his cock always feels teasing my ass. My hole is still wet from earlier and Mike makes one thrust of his hips and his cock is quickly submerged in my ass. We both moan … deeply … as his cock fills the cavity of my fuck hole. He holds on to me as his hips began to thrust against my ass, shoving his cock deeper into me. “Fuck yea … love that ass, and it’s still wet from all that cum earlier, too”, all I could do is moan. Between words our tongues are intently exploring and caressing each other as our kiss hasn’t subsided in the least. Actually as his cock begins fucking me our kiss intensifies in a way that makes me ask, “Why aren’t we always fucking here in the shower?”. My hand pulls his head closer, our lips are so tight against each other, it almost hurts. “Did you like his cock?”, he asks, I nod, and moan a “Yes” into his mouth, not wanting to really break the kiss. “And his cum?”, he persists, I moan another “Yes … yes” into his mouth. Mike moans as he sucks on my tongue. The thought of Chris fucking two loads of poz cum into me goes through my mind, and I feel weird about it, but my cock is telling me I loved it as its getting tighter in Mike's grip while he slowly strokes it. All this in my head while his own fat cock pumps my ass. My balls are tight against the base of my dick. I can feel them working hard to produce the spunk that’s about to flow down this shower drain. Our breathing, as if in unison, is labored, our mouths full of each other’s tongues, and I feel like Mike is trying to fuck whatever remains of Chris’ cum deeper into my body. He continues with the powerful thrust of his hips, gliding his cock effortlessly in and out of my fuck hole, as we are pelted with warm water by the shower head above us. I can always tell when Mike’s getting close to shooting his load as soon as it begins, his cock gets harder and fuller inside me. My ass muscles are tightening around the girth of Mike's raw dick as it begins to swell and fill me with cum. Mike's grip on my cock tightens as he thrust his ass forward sending his cock deeper inside me, while his balls bound up underneath his hard-on and produce the sperm I want and crave so much. “Ahhhhhhh… ahhhhhhh… fuccccck… fuckkkkkkkkk … “, he blurts out, and after a few small quick thrusts of his hips I know my ass is now full with another load of Mike’s hot, white spunk. As he comes down from his orgasm, he quickly begins stroking my cock again, bringing me to my own intense explosion, one...two, three, four, and “ahhhhhhhhh … ahhhhhh” ... five shots of my sperm hit the shower wall and several small shots go right down the drain before I can finally catch my breath. We stay like that a minute before his cock slides out of me and I turn around kissing him again, I think, “I’m starting to fall for this guy”. We smile at each other and it just bubbles out of me, “Do you think you’re poz now Mike?”. This definitely catches him by surprise, but I can see him digest it and his face returns to normal, “I don’t know … does it matter?” Balls in my court now, I wasn’t expecting that, I gulp, “Uhmmm … no, no … doesn’t matter doesn’t change how I fee’” and I cut myself off, realizing I just outed my feelings for Mike. He grins, “Good … let’s get out of here and get dried off”.

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I feel it and its the most awesome feeling in the universe It feels like a hot streamy batter coating my insides. Love when it leaks out as ill finger my cunt and then lick the cum that was in my ass off my fingers. Its addicting to me for some reason like a drug and cum is always gonna be my drug of choice lol

I think it depends on the guy that I'm with and size of his cock. I got fucked once by a guy with a very small cock. I could hardly feel it but he let me know he was about to cum, and in fact he came for three minutes. I only knew because he specifically told me to remain still while he unloaded, and afterwards my hole was completely full from a massive load. Generally with average to larger size cocks I feel them take that long plunge in deep to my ass and then feel it pulsate as it pumps the cum in. That's the 'hornets feeling' for me, knowing that bare cock is in my ass, shooting its DNA in deep. The last thing I will say is that once I met a young guy who gushed hard when he came. I remember getting absolutely drowned the first two times we met and on the third occasion I knew I had to get him to fuck me. When he came I certainly felt it: it was a hard gush and it must have gone deep inside. I never met another guy like him, but I took the young guy's load regularly every week for a few months.

Sometimes, I only know the top has cum because he stops and pulls out. Often, but not always, I can feel the change in friction when my ass is suddenly slick with cum. Every once in a while if he stops and holds still I can feel his cock pulsing as it shoots. The most memorable time was getting fucked in the maze at Midtowne Spa in Dallas. It was almost completely dark in there that day, so dark I could just barely see the outline of the walls and the men. A guy I never really saw pushed me up against the wall at the back of a dead end path and slid inside me. I was facing a dark wall, so I could not see anything. The music was loud, so I could hardly hear anything else. The only sensations I had were of his big cock thrusting into me over and over, and his strong hands gripping my hips. When he came I could feel every throb, and I even thought I felt the load splashing into me. I am not sure it's possible to feel that, but I did.

Yeah.... love it when a guy just stops fucking , holds still and flexes his cock as he shoots. you can feel the load being dumped. sweet.

yes fucking hot, love his aids blood in me and enjoy the gift

Part 3 Little did I know, he planned on putting his new possession to good use. * * * Several minutes passed, both of us basking in the pleasure of our own post-fucking fog. I was enjoying the feel of his weight on top of me, the feel of his cock still filling my hole, but slowly losing its hardness and girth. As his hardon subsided, I could feel the cum he had just deposited in my hole make his cock slippery and hasten its withdrawal from my ass. When finally the head slipped from my cum-filled ass, he lifted himself off of me, so I immediately turned around and went down on his softening cock. I could taste his cum and the metallic taste of blood – no question, he had torn my hole. The taste of his cock, seasoned with our co-mingling fluids, was intoxicating, and naturally I drank it in. But soon enough I had completely cleaned his cock and I began to prepare myself mentally for the inevitable signal from him that we were done and it was time for me to go. But as I started to pull myself up, I heard him say, “Come here boy” as he patted the space on the mattress next to him. I scrambled up next to him and he pulled me close. “I’m not done with you yet, boy,” he growled in my ear, “I have plans for that hole of yours. It belongs to me tonight.” I’m sure the pride and pleasure that I felt at his words showed clearly on my face as I nodded my agreement. As I nestled in next to him, he reached for his bag and a cup sitting on a stand next to the bed. From his bag he pulled a small bottle and unscrewed the top – it was one of those eye-dropper tops, and he quickly filled the dropper with a squeeze and measured several drops into the cup. He topped this off with a couple of splashes from a bottle of Gatorade that was also sitting on the stand, and then handed it to me. “Drink,” was all he said. I took the cup and gulped the contents down. As we waited for the cocktail to take effect, we once again shared his pipe and he coached me through repeated deep draws alternated with shotgunned hits of his smoke. Needless to say, in about half an hour, I was once again high as a fucking kite. “I think you’re ready boy,” he said at some point and he stood up and assisted me to my feet. He wrapped his towel around his waist and assisted me with mine. He then grabbed a second bag from the foot of his bed and put his room key in a small side pocket of the bad. He took my key from me and put it in the same pocket, “I’ll hold on to this for you boy, you’re not going anywhere for awhile.” I just nodded. He grinned at me, put his hand on my shoulder and said, “This is gonna be fun!” And with that he opened the door and guided me into the hallway. He directed me toward the public play area and negotiated our way through the maze like corridors and the bodies of men in various states of sexual congress to one of the public slings. He stripped my towel from my waist and ordered “Get in.” In my chemically-altered state, I needed his assistance to position myself in the sling. He helped me get my feet through the loops of the stirrups and to position my ass at the edge of the sling – with legs spread and ass placed, I was in the perfect position to get fucked. But Daddy wasn’t done. As I rested my head on the back of the sling and closed my eyes temporarily to enjoy the high I was feeling, he began going through his bag and I heard the distinct clinking sound of cuff. Before I knew it, he had secured one wrist through a set of cuffs and clicked the cuffs to one of the chains of the sling. Quickly and expertly his did the same to my other wrists. Then, making sure to use his body to obscure what he was doing from any onlookers, I felt him push something small and hard into my ass and then a quick cool tingling sensation – I know at once he had injected my hole with another booty bump. The angle of the sling caused the tina laced fluid to flow deeper into my bowels, and I began to feel the effects almost immediately. I needed to get fucked!

Hey it would be fun to tag team some neg holes with you sometime

I swallow, and I find it tastes better when it has fermented up a fellow filth pigs ass.