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Brandon pushes my ass down slightly as the car gets closer up the lane to the main road......"dont want these folks standing outside the club seeing your ass (he said) - or they will all be wanting a slice of that pie too" and they both laughed......"i actually dont give a fuck if anyone sees me or not to be honest" i said as the car puls out onto the main road and i know its about a 15 minute ride back to Paul & Brandons place......by then i have one knee down in the foot-well and Brandon pulls my other leg out straight across his thighs and and i felt my foot touch the door where he sat.......then he leans in and starts licking and slurping,getting his tongue deep inside my freshly fucked hole to taste Pauls spunk.........."mmmmm nice and tasty" ......"you done a good job with this one Paul"......."you may just have got him pregnant" and the both laughed........i blurted out "make me pregnant" and again they laughed but louder this time. "i think he wants you to fuck him again" Paul said and followed it up with "he is a keeper"......Brandon then lit up his pipe and as he is doing so motioned me to turn around by guiding my mouth to his cock.....i dragged myself up onto both knees in the foot-well and im still soaking with sweat and i lean forward and start sucking him while he draws on his pipe, filling his lungs before blowing out a huge cloud and proclaiming "he is a keeper for sure".....i hear his lighter flick again and he says "your turn now" as he holds the pipe to my lips and i inhale deeply.....before i can exhale he pushes my head all the way back down onto his cock and i somehow manage to swallow it all and despite wanting to gag he keeps my head held down....i can smell his musk and what must have been my ass juices from earlier mixed in with spunk - i pulled off his cock,exhaling my tina cloud and blurted out "please fuck me again" - i was flying like fuck and was determined to get his cock in me before we got back to their place but im sure that was what he had in mind too.......i manage to kick my shoes off and Brandon helps get my trousers fully off so i,m completely naked now except for my socks.....he reaches out with a hand under each of my armpits and pulled me up onto onto him......he slid down the seat a little as i placed a foot either side of his thighs and as i looked into his eyes i mounted his hard cock and pushed my wet spunky hole all the way down onto it resting myself at its base on his pubic bone - fuck it felt good. "steady on Adam" he said but i didnt listen - i was feeling selfish and horny as fuck and just wanted to ride him - my arse was on fire and all i wanted was fucked - my arse was hungry as fuck and this tina was making me hungrier than i had ever known - i was normally the quiet one,some say reserved but fuck me tina put an end to all that for sure.....so i started rocking back and forth on his hard cock and i swear my eyes were rolling - i was loving every moment with it deep inside me....i felt sweat trickle all the way from my neck right down my back until it reached my ass crack and that pungent smell of spunk was filling the air again too - fuck me......"i love spunk up my arse" i blurted out and i started rocking harder lifting myself gently at first then harder to the point where i was bobbing up and down on Brandons cock and thrusting my hole down on him harder each time as he lay there letting out moans of pleasure - fuck me this felt so so good......Paul gave me encouragement as he navigated up front and i knew we were getting closer to their place when i looked out the rear window....... so i fucked myself harder up and down on Brandon like a possessed slut..........."2 minutes" Paul shouted as he must have been checking his rear view mirror enjoying the show......Brandon is moaning loudly by now and shouts out "im coming" as he grabs my hips and thrusts himself hard up inside my fucking spunky wet hole while holding me down onto him and he lets out a deep growl as he says "fuck yeah" and i see his face contort as he starts unloading and filling my arse up with his second load of spunk...im still trying to buck up and down as i want every drop inside me but he is holding me tight - then he lets go and flops like he has just been wrestling a tiger......."1 minute" Paul shouts so i keep milking Brandons load out into my ass until i feel him get soft......im flying like fuck and my head feels fucked but my hole feels absolutely wonderful.....i lean in and kiss Brandon on the lips and said "thankyou" then Paul says "were home" as he drives the car into its parking bay......i lift myself up from Brandon trying my best to keep his load inside by tightening my ring and he smiles - such a beautiful smile he has - i think im in love with him too......i clamber about finding my trousers in my tina haze and manage to pull them on buttoning them best i could........Brandon has his trousers pulled up in a flash and is opening the door to get out so i grabbed my tshirt and shoes then got myself along the back seat and out the door right behind Brandon and the fresh air hit me - it was the best feeling ever......the car windows were all steamed up in the rear and i drew a love heart onto the glass panel before closing the door........Paul is out the driver seat by then and "beep beep" the lights flash setting the alarm while locking all the doors.

Lots of background since I plan this to be at least 4 or 5 parts. THE INITIATION High school had finally started getting better for Kelvin. It had just taken until February of his senior year for him to finally feel like things were finally going his way. His recent early acceptance to Columbia and his dreams of getting out of the small town in Upstate New York seemed to be unfolding for him exactly as he had hoped – something that never seemed to happen for Kelvin. His freshman year at Union-Endicott High School had been a rough one. Moving from a small elementary and middle school to a school with over 500 people in his grade was overwhelming for Kelvin. Kelvin had never been particularly social and quite introverted. He had always been at the head of his class academically but was never really part of the geek clique. He wasn’t a jock, in the band, an artist or any of the other dozen of groups that made up the classic high school social hierarchy. Kelvin was a guy without a country, so to speak and while he was occasionally lonely, he was actually usually quite comfortable being on his own. Any semblance of a normal freshman year died when in the spring his mother was diagnosed with cancer and by the start of summer his mother was gone. Losing his mother was difficult for Kelvin. She had been the one person he always felt he could talk to and who would listen without judgment. His father had always been somewhat disconnected from Kelvin. His father was a former high school A-lister, playing football and baseball and being good enough to make All-State through most of high school. Kelvin wasn’t exactly a disappointment, but he and his father just didn’t seem to have anything in common. Kevin’s father also tended to disappear after coming home from work using his homemade beer to drown the mundanity of his life. His father was never quite drunk, just very distant. After his mother’s death, his father seemed to almost completely disappear from his life except for dinners and occasional evenings together spent in relative quiet. Kelvin’s sophomore year, as could be predicted, was essentially a blur. With his mother’s death and his father’s self-imposed absence, Kelvin dove into his academics pushing himself even harder. Books became his escape and Kelvin’s world shrank to his home and his classes at school. In a rare incident of insight, Kelvin’s father pulled Kelvin aside toward the end of his sophomore. “Kelvin, I know things have been rough since your mom died,” he began, “but I’m concerned that all this focus on school is not good for you.” Kelvin shrugged in response. Kelvin’s father continued, “I think you need to get out and do something physical, so I signed you up for training at Scott’s Gym. Hopefully, this will help get you out a little bit more.” Kelvin nodded and sighed. And with that Kelvin began working out at least 5 times a week. After a few months, Kelvin’s dad didn’t think Kelvin was putting on enough muscle. One day, when Kelvin was ready to head to the gym his father pulled him aside into the bathroom. “Hey, I know you’ve been working hard and I want you to feel like you’re getting results. When I was in school we’d use a little something extra to help build a bit more muscle. Here,” his father pulled out a needle, “let me see your upper thigh.” Kelvin rolled up his shorts and his father stabbed the needle deep into his muscle, injecting Kelvin with the thick liquid. Smiling after the injection, Kelvin’s dad said, “There. We’ll start cycling you and see if we can’t get you some results you can really see and be proud of.” Kelvin knew the steroids could eventually cause problems but his dad had seemed so happy that he had finally found a way to connect with his son, that he didn’t have the heart to object. Through the rest of his sophomore and junior years Kelvin cycled on steroids and his body grew in both shape and definition. Kelvin knew things had changed, he could obviously see the changes himself, and also noticed how instead of being completely invisible he began turning heads of the girls at school which made him uncomfortable. The steroids had not only added bulk to his muscles but had two other effects Kelvin had not considered. The first was that by the end of Kelvin’s junior year instead of the light fuzzy treasure trail and chest that many of his classmates had, Kelvin was sporting a dense trail of fur from his crotch up to his chest which was also becoming thick with fur. Although his father smiled and said he was turning into a ‘real man’, Kelvin was self-conscious of the changes and tried to avoid showers after gym with his classmates. His arms and legs were equally hirsute and every afternoon he was sporting a 5 o’clock shadow. The second effect wasn’t as noticeable to others, but Kelvin was acutely aware of it. The extra testosterone and androgens flowing through his bloodstream had turned a normally horny teenager into a supreme horn dog. Kelvin spent much of his evenings online downloading and consuming porn. He found himself whacking off three, four sometimes five times a day to keep his urges in check. Kelvin also realized that while he initially had been downloading straight porn, he was now spending all of his time on gay porn sites. Kelvin had not given much thought to his sexuality, he had been too busy burying himself in school, especially after his mother died. Kelvin’s favorite videos were the ones where an older, furry, bearish guy got blown by a younger, but also furry otter or cub. He spent hours spilling load after load as he watched and dreamed of servicing an older, moaning, hot furry guy while gently rubbing the young guys head and murmuring out things like, “Yeah, work that dick. Show me that you want my load.” Kelvin always ended the movies after that scene because he knew that the next one would be the otter or cub getting fucked and while part of him found it exciting he just couldn’t see himself ever letting someone do that to him. Kelvin’s senior year started off unremarkably enough. By this time he had settled on going away for school, hopefully to Columbia where he’d have access to New York City and could leave small town Endicott behind. He could remake himself into whomever he wanted. No one would know him and it was a chance to start completely over if he wanted. Fall flew by and college application deadlines came and went. By the start of winter break, Kelvin was eager for the New Year and news about Columbia. He’d also told his father he was no longer interested in his regimen of enhancers but agreed to continue to hit the gym. And now, here he was, recently 18 and accepted to Columbia for the fall and the promise of a new life was just a few months away. His battle against the inevitable 5 o’clock shadow had led him to abandon all attempts at being cleaned shaven. Instead, he opted for leaving a day or two’s growth on his face – not quite a beard, but a short, neat patch of hair. Since his freshman year, Kevin had grown in height to about 5’10” and 195 pounds of muscle. His icy blue eyes stood out from his dirty blonde head of hair and the darker hair of his beard and body. The day after Kelvin had received his acceptance letter he was showering after gym class. He had waited until after his classmates had finished, as usual, since he was still conscientious of the differences between his and his classmates’ bodies. He was letting his mind wander about the freedoms he’d experience at Columbia, including maybe the chance to present himself on his knees to a hot older guy. His dick started to harden at the thought and Kelvin smiled. Suddenly, he heard a cough behind him and turned quickly – forgetting his half hardened dick was lifting into the air. “Hey, Kelvin!” It was Coach Foley, his gym teacher for the past two years. “I heard you got some good news the other day.” Kelvin gulped and felt the blood rush from his face. Coach Foley was about 35 years old and a former collegiate soccer player. He was perhaps a couple inches taller than Kelvin but not nearly as massive. Coach Foley had retained the upper body of his soccer player form but also had some of the softness that occurs as guys get older but still work out. His legs were solid unlike the softness of his upper body. Just looking at them, were convincing enough to believe that he was still actively running and kicking soccer balls daily. His gym shorts left little to the imagination, a good sized bulge forming in the front indicating either ample meat, potatoes or both. Coach’s hoodie was zipped up about 3/4 ‘s of the way and thick black hair pushed its way out all the way to just below his neck. His face sported a cheesy pornstache which looked oddly appropriate for him. Coach smiled as he noticed Kelvin assessing him. “Good,” he thought, “boy’s definitely showing some interest. I’m thinking this is going to go exactly as I planned.” Coach flexed his dick, tenting his shorts briefly, and watched Kelvin’s eyes get bigger while chuckling to himself. “I know things have been tough for you the last few years and just wanted to let you know how great it is that Columbia knows what a great catch you are.” “Uh, thanks, Coach Foley,” Kelvin stammered. Despite his embarrassment at getting caught staring, his dick refused to get the message to stand down. In fact, at the sight of coach’s dick suddenly tenting out his shorts, Kelvin felt his dick fill with even more blood and move from a downward position to nearly horizontal. Kelvin had always considered himself pretty normal in the cock department. Compared to the videos he watched Kelvin wasn’t exactly huge. Topping out at just shy of 8” long and about 6” thick he wasn’t nearly as big as the guys in the video. Coach Foley, appearing to ignore Kelvin’s obvious discomfort and pelvic reactions, continued on. “What classes do you have this afternoon? I’ve got the last two periods off for planning and would love for you to come by and we can celebrate your good news. And, of course, your recent birthday.” Coach smiled. Eighteen. The magic number. He’d been waiting all fall semester for the New Year and the opportunities it might bring. “Ummm, I’ve got AP physics and AP English, but my last two periods are study halls since I’m a year ahead in History and don’t have to take any more,” Kelvin responded. Coach nodded, but he had already known the answer. He had checked Kelvin’s schedule for the spring and had traded with another coach so that he’d have back-to-back periods that matched Kelvin’s schedule. “Good. Stop by my office on your way out and pick up your pass,” Coach said. “And oh, by the way, don’t worry, all young guys get boners whenever the wind blows the wrong way.” Laughing Coach Foley headed off into the locker room. Kelvin once again felt his face blanch and turned to make sure his now engorged cock was out of sight. Kelvin quickly washed off and headed to the locker room, making sure he got a dousing of cold water in a failed attempt to bring his dick to heel. Coach Foley watched Kelvin finish cleaning off. Coach’s dick popped up again tenting out his shorts as he watched Kelvin bend over to wash his legs. Coach couldn’t quite see it, but he could imagine Kelvin’s pink, virgin butt hole amid the furry crack just aching to be cracked opened. As Kelvin finished up Coach Foley headed back to his office. He quickly filled out Kelvin’s pass and handed it to him as he passed by. “Looking forward to helping you celebrate. See you in a couple hours.” Kelvin nodded, smiled and headed out of the locker room. As Kelvin walked away Coach smiled to himself. Looks as if he had timed things just about right. Stopping his meds right after the New Year, he figured his viral load had grown exponentially and was approaching maximum toxicity. Sure it was a risk, stopping his meds every year, but it was his duty to pass on his viral RNA to the next generation of worthy recipients. Unlike others he knew, Coach Foley was interested in quality and not quantity of conversions. Sure he could rough his boys up with a toothbrush or scratch their insides with lengthened nails to help the virus penetrate and take hold of their bodies. Coach thought of himself as a purist, he believed that those worthy of the virus would accept it and wouldn’t need the help of a toothbrush or nail. A worthy individual’s body would welcome the virus and let it in. The virus just needed the time to figure out if the host would be worthy. For the last 5 years, Coach Foley had watched and chosen a senior he thought was worthy of the honor of being infected. Infection meant never having to worry about raw sex, the way men should enjoy it. It meant a release to seek out other men’s DNA and to spread it far and wide. Out of the last five years, two of his choices had been worthy. His first and second choices had not taken. While they had been fun fucks, the virus had rejected him. His first success, David, had converted within a couple weeks of his first insemination. He was now a Junior at UCLA and had let Coach know that he was helping to spread Coach’s virus all over Southern California. Zack, his choice the year after David, had also been found worthy. Over his spring break, Zack had been sick and Coach smiled as he thought of fuck flu raging through him. Sure enough, he had converted and was now at school at Old Miss where he was spreading Coach’s viral genes to drunk and closeted born again Christians. Last year had been a disappointment. After two years of worthy conversions, Tyler, despite repeated inseminations, sometimes three or four times a day had failed the test. Tyler had been a true cum whore taking as much cum as Coach could find him. It just showed that even the perfect whore may not be found worthy. It would have been nice if Tyler had been worthy, as a natural slut Coach could have counted on him spreading his seed far and wide. Things happen for a reason, he sighed, and thought about Kelvin heading off to Columbia, with Coach’s DNA swimming in his bodily fluid and smiled. He noticed a small drop of pre-cum form on the head of his cock as it poked from beneath is gym shorts. A good sign that Kelvin might very well be worthy. As Kelvin wandered off to lunch after gym, he replayed what had just happened. Coach Foley had always been nice to Kelvin and, in fact, he had known his father. But something was odd about his interaction with Coach Foley. Had he just imagined seeing Coach’s dick jump inside his shorts as Kelvin’s cock grew and he had caught Kelvin staring? No, Kelvin must have been imagining things. After all those videos, he knew it was all just wishful thinking. Coach was just being nice and it was good knowing that someone recognized Kelvin’s achievement. Kelvin’s own dad had not managed to grunt out more than a perfunctory “congratulations” before disappearing into the cellar and back to his homebrew. Kelvin smiled, yes it was good that someone had noticed and it was someone one he respected like Coach Foley made it even better. And a quiet voice deep within his groin agreed that it was good that someone hot like Coach Foley had noticed. Lunch and afternoon classes seemed to crawl by. Kelvin found himself fingering the hall pass in his pockets as each period came to an end. By the time 8th period came around the hall pass had been worn thin. As he took his seat his hand once again went to the pass. Some doubts entered his mind. “Should I go?” he asked himself. “What if I get another boner? What would Coach think of that?” He fiddled a few more minutes with pass until finally picking himself up from his seat and heading toward the front. “Yes?” Miss Padakula asked. Kelvin fumbled with the pass and gave it to her. “Lucky you,” she said as she signed it and handed it back to Kelvin. “I’d give just about anything to get out of here myself.” Kelvin nodded a headed out to the gym. Kelvin didn’t know why, but his heart was racing and he kept having to remind himself to slow down. It wasn’t a race but somehow his body wasn’t aware of that fact. He moved through the corridors and soon found himself in front of the locker room. He hesitated for a moment but then screwed up his courage and walked in. Coach Foley’s office was the back, out of the way. It wasn’t the kind of place you’d just wander into without actively looking for it. As Kelvin approached the office he saw Coach seated at his desk with his back to the door. Coach’s office was a pretty good size. Having a winning football team had its advantages. His office was decent sized, housing a small desk and chair as well as couch along one wall. There was a single door, now wide open, with a thin slit of a window that was covered with paper like most of the teachers did to prevent people from staring in or students from looking out toward freedom. Coach Foley had his legs propped up on one side of the desk. His gym shorts slipping down just enough to leave his upper thighs visible and the narrow band of a jack strap along the edge. “Hey, Coach Foley. Made it,” Kelvin declared obviously. Coach turned around and smiled at Kelvin’s attempt at small talk. “So you did. Come on in and have a seat. Just grabbing a Coke here. Let me get you one and we’ll have a toast.” Coach Foley reached over to a small fridge and pulled out two Cokes. He handed one to Kelvin as Kelvin made his way to the couch. Kelvin accepted the open bottle and sat on the couch. Holding the Coke in his lap and leaning slightly forward. Coach began, “So, let’s have a toast to Kelvin for his early acceptance to Columbia! I also heard you might be getting a scholarship?” “Yeah,” said Kelvin, “I actually have a full ride.” Kelvin smiled. He hadn’t said that aloud to anyone and realized how proud that made him feel. Coach could see the satisfaction on Kelvin’s face and continued. “Okay, so that deserves a double celebration! So, a double celebration means we chug our first ones and grab another. You ready?” asked Coach Foley a glint in his eye. “Okay, if those are the rules,” Kelvin smiled back. Coach raised his bottle and tapped the top of Kelvin’s bottle then brought it to his lips and began to chug. Kelvin raced to keep up and began downing his Coke. The soda had a bit of an odd taste which Kelvin noticed but rapidly was lost in the effort to get it all down in one gulp. Coach Foley finished first and Kelvin saw Coach watching intently as Kelvin finished. A crooked smile crossed Coach Foley’s face. “Good job! Let’s crack open another one. Sorry it’s not beer, but I don’t really want to get busted for getting an 18-year-old drunk,” Coach Foley explained. Get him drunk? No. Have him spun out on G? Hell, yeah. Coach Foley started chatting with Kelvin making small talk, asking about his plans, his classes, and his work-outs. As they talked over the next 15 minutes Kelvin was thinking how easy it was to talk with Coach Foley. Where he was nervous before he felt himself relaxing and settling into the conversation. As Coach Foley talked, Kelvin’s attention began to wander. He kept finding his eyes wandering to either Coach Foley’s half-zipped hoodie and the hairy chest beneath or slipping down to Coach’s shorts and the bulge there. Every so often Kelvin would catch himself staring and raise his eyes to meet Coach’s eyes. Each time he thought he caught the glimpse of another smile. He was also sure that each time his eyes wander to Coach Foley’s groin the bulge there grew in size. Finally, after several minutes, he was sure he could make out the outline of a thick shaft lengthening along Coach’s thigh. Kelvin answered all of Coach Foley’s questions and, in between, took gulps from his second Coke. As he finished his second Coke, Kelvin slid back into the couch and closed his eyes for a minute. Opening them, he saw Coach Foley adjusting himself and staring down at Kelvin. “So, Kelvin. Haven’t heard about you dating anyone. Got your eye on anyone?” Kelvin felt a big lump form in his throat and gulped it down. “I, uh, have been pretty busy with school so I don’t really have time for other things,” as he let his thought trail off. “Funny,” started Coach Foley, “I’ve noticed you checking me out. You like what you see?” Coach watched Kelvin’s face and the struggle that appeared to be going on. “It’s OK, man,” Coach continued “Some guys like guys and some like girls and some like both. I’m actually pretty flattered that a guy as hot as you would even look at a guy like me.” Kelvin’s heart raced and his stomach clenched. Coach appeared to notice his loss for words but continued, “Haven’t told anyone you’re gay yet, huh? Probably not even yourself.” Coach laughed lightly, “In fact, would it help for you to know that I’m also gay? And not only am I flattered you think I’m worth staring at, but I’ve been checking you out since you started in my class junior year.” Kelvin was torn. A voice inside him screamed for him to get up and walk out, that this was wrong and shouldn’t be happening. Another voice though smoothed over the warning and urged Kelvin to tell Coach what he was feeling, to jump on board and let Coach know the secret that he had been hiding from everyone, including himself. “Coach,” he started, “you’re right. I’m gay.” With those words a heavy weight seemed to lift from Kelvin and something inside him broke open. “God, I’ve been staring at you thinking how hot you are and how much I want to touch you and press up against your naked furry body.” Kelvin suddenly shut up realizing he may have gone too far. Coach got up and walked over to the couch, bending over to pull Kelvin to standing only inches from his own body. “Kelvin, tell me what you want. I know you’ve been waiting, I’ve seen it in your eyes.” As he said this his hand slipped to Kelvin’s jeans and the growing bulge that was there. Squeezing Kelvin’s growing cock tightly, he leaned in and whispered in Kelvin’s ear, “I know you want to feel my cock. Go ahead and grab it. You’ve never held another man’s cock have you?” Kelvin shook his head, still unable to speak. Kelvin’s hands went to Coach Foley’s waist and down into his gym shorts. He could feel Coach’s jock and the solid shaft within it that he had noticed earlier. “Let me get these off. I’m pretty sure they are only going to get in the way,” Coach said as he took a step back. He pulled down his zipper on the hoodie, removed and tossed it onto his chair. Next, he released his gym shorts which dropped to the floor leaving him naked except for the black jock strap that cradled his balls and restrained his thick burgeoning boner. He slid back up to Kelvin and grabbed both sides of his face lifting Kelvin’s eyes into his own. “Close your eyes and reach down for my cock,” Coach Foley murmured just inches from Kelvin’s face. As Kelvin shut his eyes and lowered his hand to Coach Foley’s groin he felt Coach’s hot breath on his face and felt Coach’s lips press against Kelvin’s as Kelvin’s hand slid down to wrap around Coach’s hard and thickened dick. Kelvin gasped slightly as Coach’s tongue probed against his lips and pressed past into his mouth. Coach’s pornstache was soft compared to Kelvin’s scruff. He could feel it brushing against him as Coach’s tongue explored every inch of Kelvin’s mouth. Kelvin let out a second gasp as he tried to wrap his hand around Coach’s cock. It was so thick his hand could barely get around it. Kelvin’s own dick jumped in anticipation and strained against his underwear and jeans. He could feel his balls ache as if his semen was boiling in his balls seeking desperate release. His shaft was growing rapidly, becoming engorged with blood. He fumbled as he worked Coach’s shaft feeling the thick mushroom head and the large piss slit which was oozing sticky pre-cum. With each exploration of Kelvin’s hands Coach pressed deeper into Kelvin’s hungry mouth wrestling his tongue into submission. As suddenly as it began, Coach pulled his face away from Kelvin still holding the sides of his face. “Good boy,” encouraged Coach Foley, “How did that feel?” Kelvin could only moan as his hands continued to explore every vein of Coach’s shaft and weighed his cum-laden balls in the cup of his hand. Coach took a step back and Kelvin’s hand fell in front of him. Coach Foley took in Kelvin from head to crotch and smiled. “Two things will make this better. First, you have too many clothes on. So lose ‘em. All of them. I want you naked in front of me. NOW.” The last word came out strong and as a command. Kelvin was overwhelmed. Every fiber of his body needed this and needed to do what Coach asked, no what Coach ordered him to do. He quickly lost his shirt and pants, only hesitating as he reached for his underwear. Coach Foley’s eyes, however, bored into his own and the command repeated in Kelvin’s head. NOW! Kelvin was now naked in front of Coach looking into Coach’s eyes which locked onto Kelvin’s. “Good. You can follow directions,” Coach stated matter-of-factly as he stepped forward. “Just listen and do what I say, Kelvin. I know how to make you feel good, feel needed. Right now I want you to bend down and take my nipple in your mouth.” Kelvin dutifully lowered his head finding the nipple with his lips. “Now, start sucking. Keep it up until I say otherwise. I want you nursing on Coach’s teat because that makes Coach rock hard.” Kelvin concentrated on Coach’s nipple, at first tonguing it gently. As he worked the nipple Coach pressed Kelvin’s head from behind forcing him to work the nipple deeper and harder. Kelvin felt Coach’s cock pulsing against his thigh with each suckling. “See, how Coach likes that?” he heard Coach ask. Kelvin could only slightly nod his head in response. After a few minutes Coach switched Kelvin to his other nipple to be serviced. Coach moaned as Kelvin worked the nipples. Coach’s dick seemed impossibly hard and large against Kevin’s thigh. Coach slowly pulled Kelvin from his nipple and stared into Kelvin who’s eye were glassy, a sign that his G-infused blood was in total control. Coach smiled and as Kelvin looked into his face he spat into Kelvin’s open mouth catching Kelvin by surprise. “Bitch, you’re mine,” he growled. “You’re my fucking cum dump from now on. Whether it’s spit or cum,” or other fluids in the future Coach thought wickedly, “you’ll swallow them and thank Coach for choosing you.” Kelvin nodded and licked his lips swallowing the last of Coach’s spit. “Good. Now that we have that understanding,” Coach began, “it’s time to start feeding you coach’s gift of cum. His DNA. The more cum Coach loads into you the more likely you are to continue to grow into a fucking man.” At that Coach grabbed both of Kelvin’s nipples and squeezed tightly. A shock of electricity shot through his nipples and down to his dick which had continued to throb and demand release causing it to press firmly against his belly. Coach pulled down on Kelvin’s nipples and Kelvin’s knees buckled. “Good boy. Down on your knees. Time to worship Coach’s meat with that cock sucking hole of yours. Once you get Coach all the way down that pretty little virgin throat of yours, he’s gonna dump a load of his DNA down your gullet.” Kelvin went to his knees and as he did Coach’s hands when to Kevin’s shoulders and guided him to the floor. Coach’s jock was inches from Kelvin’s face and he could smell the sweat from Coach’s balls. It made him a bit dizzy but he managed to focus on the bulging pouch in front of him. Coach’s hands went to his sides and lowered his jock freeing his thick cock and balls. Kelvin sat mesmerized. Coach’s dick was shorter than Kelvin’s probably just shy of 7” but it was thicker than he imagined. Coach’s shaft was at least 8” around and looked more like a Red Bull can than a dick. A large drop of pre-cum glistened at Coach’s piss slit. He could see shining residue coating the front of Coach’s jock, evidence of massive amounts of jizz that Coach had been leaking. Coach Foley’s balls hung low and were easily a double handful. With their size they promised a large load of cum when finally released and Kelvin, unconsciously, licked his lips with that final thought. “Start with the head, Kelvin. Open your jaw wide and take the head in. See how it tastes. You’ll need to try and relax, because once we get started, we won’t be stopping until my balls are against you chin and my head is swollen in your throat and ready to feed you your first load of Coach’s cum.” Kelvin’s eyes stayed glued to the monster dick in front of him. It seemed impossible that he would be able to swallow it. He leaned forward while Coach pushed his hips toward Kelvin and the head popped into Kelvin’s mouth. Kelvin could taste the salt and sweat of Coach’s head and it made his head swim. Once inside he could taste the pre-cum which had been coating Coach’s jock. Salty and slippery his tongue slid around the tip and spread the pre-cum through his mouth. He had always thought of cum as sticky but when mixed with the spit in his mouth it became slick and he could feel Coach’s head slide more easily within his jaw. Coach smiled. He could feel Kelvin’s tongue on his cock head and knew that he was exploring the benefits of pre-cum. As Kelvin seemed to adjust to Coach’s girth, Coach shifted his hips sliding his dick down another inch or so. Kelvin’s expression became slightly panicked but Coach placed his hand on the back of Kelvin's head and rubbed it slowly. “Remember,” said Coach, “relax your jaw and breathe through your nose. You’ve got a lot more to go and you need to make it easy on yourself.” He could feel Kelvin relax as he stroked his head and told him how good he was doing. Kelvin had unconsciously started sucking on Coach’s cock. Coach always had his boys start with the nipples and this was why. After working Coach’s nipples sucking on a cock was a natural progression. It also primed his boys for the signals that he would use for Kelvin to suck harder and deeper like he had with the nipples. Kelvin had the first couple inches in now, but the remaining 4” would be the real test. Bending over slightly and holding Kelvin’s head in place he reached for a small brown vial he had made sure was placed within reach. “Ok, Kelvin. So far you’re a prime dick sucker but in order to get Coach’s load we need to get the rest of this dick down your throat. When I put this vial under your nostril I want you to breathe in deeply. It may burn slightly, but keep it up for as long as you can.” Kelvin nodded as best he could with his mouth wrapped around Coach’s dick. Coach lowered the bottle with one hand and pressed his other hand’s finger against Kelvin’s other nostril. “Inhale now, deep as you can,” Coach ordered. Kelvin breathed in deep and the smell slammed into him like a freight train. He rode it out and continued to inhale as Coach had instructed. His head began to swim and he felt Coach switch the bottle to his other hand and plug his other nostril. Without a word, Kelvin again inhaled deeply for as long as he could. The rush was less intense now that he had felt it once but his head continued to swim. Coach repeated it once more in each nostril before setting the bottle down and placing his hands on the back of Kelvin’s head. Kelvin’s head was swimming and he felt as if he might black out. “Now we’ll see how much you want Coach’s load.” Coach gently and steadily pushed his hips forward and applied pressure to the back of Kelvin’s head forcing him further down the shaft. Coach knew that they were getting to the critical point when he felt the edges of Kelvin’s throat on his dick’s head. Gently he rubbed Kelvin’s head and whispered, “Take a deep breath and relax.” Kelvin took a deep breath and again his head swam. Coach pushed his hips toward Kelvin while also using his hands massaging the joint of his jaw on both sides. Steadily as his hips advanced, Coach also pushed Kelvin's head further down the monstrous shaft. At first, Coach could feel resistance as his cockhead pushed against the narrowed opening of Kelvin's throat. Coach Foley continued to thrust forward and work Kelvin’s jaw at its hinge with his fingers. Coach could see a small tear form in the corner of Kelvin’s eye and Coach knew Kelvin was doing his best. The sight of Kelvin straining to get Coach's mushroom head past the start of his throat, caused Coach’s dick to stiffen in anticipation. As it did, Coach felt the familiar ‘pop’ as his head slid out of Kelvin’s mouth and into his throat. The last two inches of Coach’s shaft slid easily into Kelvin’s maw once Coach’s cockhead was nestled in his throat. Coach smiled. Not even a single gag, Kelvin was good, maybe good enough to be worthy, but they had time for that and Kelvin still needed to finish this lesson. Kelvin had been straining to admit Coach’s head into his throat and after last the deep breath, there was a silent but noticeable pop, as his throat relaxed and Coach’s masive head slid smoothly into Kelvin's throat. As Coach Foley’s hips moved forward the head slipped further down his throat, and before he realized it, Coach’s balls were resting against his chin. Kelvin sighed and relaxed further as his throat snuggly embraced Coach’s mushroom head and the final couple of inches of the shaft. Coach stayed still allowing Kelvin to get used to the monstrous cock lodged in his throat. Again Coach reached for the brown vial and again Kelvin dutifully inhaled as if moved from one nostril to the other. The now familiar rush rolled over him. He felt completely relaxed and felt as if he could feel every vein of the shaft buried deep in him. Coach was smiling. Now came the fun part. Coach began rocking his hips back and forth while keeping a hold on Kelvin’s head. He felt his cockhead slide smoothly in Kelvin’s throat, enveloping him and smoothly sliding along Kelvin’s throat. As he became certain Kelvin was tolerating his small thrusts he made his thrusts longer and deeper. Kelvin came close to gagging a time or two but Coach’s hands rubbed at the joint in Kelvin’s jaw and the gagging stop as Kelvin relaxed. Kelvin’s throat was smooth and Coach knew that it wouldn’t be long until his first load was deep inside Kelvin but he wasn’t in a rush either, enjoying the steady tempo and building need to blow. Kelvin was completely lost in the flood of sensations. He could feel his throat as it massaged Coach’s head with each pelvic thrust and could feel his own dick stiffen. He moved his hand to grab his dick and began stroking himself, slowly at first but then becoming more frenetic as his balls ached to spew their load. Suddenly Coach’s hips stopped and Kelvin felt Coach smack the side of his head hard enough to get Kelvin’s attention. Kelvin immediately dropped his hands from his dick and sat motionless with Coach’s cock deep in his throat. “Focus on ME, Kelvin,” coached growled. “You’re my fuck toy and you need to show me you’re willing to work to get Coach’s cum. You’ll get your chance after I finish and only then. If you EVER cum before me, you’ll be out on your ass and will never get another drop of Coach’s cum. You understand?” A passing moment of fear raced through Kelvin’s mind at the thought of never feeling Coach inside him again. He nodded as best he could and folded his arms behind his back to help remove all temptation to grab his own dick. “Good,” growled Coach. “I’m glad we understand each other.” Once Kelvin’s hands were away Coach returned to thrusting his hips, increasing his tempo even more. Now without the distraction of his own dick, Kelvin’s attention focused in on the shaft penetrating his throat. The rest of him faded away and all he could feel was his throat and all he wanted was to show Coach how much he deserved that load of cum. As he focused in he realized that by flexing his throat he could tighten on the downstroke and release on the upstroke. As he experimented with this new found ability he heard Coach moan loudly. “Shit, Kelvin,” coached breathed heavily, “You’re a quick learner.” Kelvin felt Coach’s tempo increase and he worked his muscles to keep up. Coach’s breaths were short and rapid. “Fuck Kelvin, I’m about to shoot. You better make sure that every single drop goes down. Coach doesn’t want a single drop spilled.” Kelvin tried his best to make a noise indicating he understood. “Here it comes, bitch!” and Coach Foley roared out as his dick began to convulse. Kelvin could feel every wave as Coach’s cum flooded down the thick shaft and deep into Kelvin’s throat. At first, Kelvin thought he might choke but he pulled Coach’s head as far down into his throat as he could. Kelvin lost count after five spurts of cum slid down his throat. He felt almost like he was drowning. Coach’s cum was viscous and he could feel it sliding deep down inside him. Eventually, Coach’s thrust became less frenzied and Kelvin could feel the massive cock deflate slightly but still it filled his now cum lubricated throat. “Now that was a fucking blow job!” Coach exclaimed. “Hope that was a good load. It was at least 4 days’ worth.” Coach relaxed but left the head of his dick resting in Kelvin’s throat. “Now it’s your turn Kelvin. Show me exactly how much you enjoyed swallowing Coach’s load.” Kelvin hesitated at first remembering Coach’s previous warning but the aching of his dick and the tightness in his balls won out. Kelvin barely managed three strokes before he felt his balls lurch upward and felt spurt after spurt of cum land on the floor behind Coach Foley. “Yeah, we’ve got a shooter here,” Coach applauded. As his orgasm died down he looked at the wads of cum which covered the floor. Kelvin had never cum like that before nor had he ever spewed that much cum. Coach patted Kelvin’s head and slowly tilted his hips back allowing his cockhead to once again ‘pop’ past the narrow entry of Kelvin’s throat and slip out of his mouth leaving a trail of spent cum as it slid out. Coach grabbed Kelvin by the nipples, squeezing them tightly while pulling him up from his knees. Kelvin found himself face to face with Coach Foley who was grinning widely, obviously happy. Coach bent over and once again pressed his lips firmly against Kelvin’s and invading Kelvin’s mouth once again with his thick and powerful tongue. As they locked for several minutes he felt Coach’s hands reach behind him and squeeze Kelvin’s ass. Kelvin shivered slightly and Coach backed his tongue and lips away. “Nothing better than tasting my cum in your mouth, Kelvin. You managed to swallow that huge load and I’m pretty impressed.” Kelvin smiled at the compliment. As each of them fished for their clothes Coach said, “Now we need to discuss a few things. First, as we discussed, you’re now my fuck toy to use as I want, whenever I want. In return, you’ll get a regular diet of my cum to grow strong on.” Kelvin nodded. He couldn’t imagine ever not wanting to take another of Coach’s load. “Second,” continued Coach, your ass will be down here every 8th and 9th period from now until the end of the school year. I’ve written a note to your counselor stating that you’ll be taking weight training as an independent study course. That will ensure we have plenty of opportunities for you to get fed regularly.” Coach smiled. “And of course, once we’re both comfortable and need a little variety maybe we’ll work on busting that other cherry of yours.” A worried look passed over Kelvin’s face and he spoke softly, “Uh, I don’t want to piss you off Coach but I don’t think I’m much interested in getting fucked.” Kelvin dropped his eyes knowing that Coach could very well tell Kelvin to get his ass out. “Kelvin,” Coach sighed, “Let’s make a deal. We don’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with and will stick with what we both enjoy. If there comes a time, though, that you change your mind, I’m going to make you ask for it. Maybe even beg for it. And like our previous deal, once you agree, your ass will literally be mine to use. Deal?” Coach Foley saw a look of relief pass over Kelvin’s face. “Sure Coach,” said Kelvin, “That’s a deal I can live up to.” Coach smiled as Kelvin picked up his clothes and headed out into the locker room for a quick shower and to get dressed. It was a deal Coach could live with too. Kelvin was going to make this a challenge and Coach loved a challenge. Even with a high viral load, Coach wasn’t likely to get enough cum deep enough into Kelvin during just oral sex to see if he was worthy of Coach’s virus. He’d have to make sure that by June he had enough cum swimming inside Kelvin’s guts to determine if he was worthy. Already this looked like this could be a challenge. But Coach always liked challenges and he always played to win.

Hurt like hell.....horny as fuck....somebody is gonna a fuck a eunuch soon.......like tonight....

Paul switches on the bathroom light and i have to shield my eyes to let them adjust as it feels sooooo bright - white tiles everywhere and that huge mirror that the light is reflecting in and bouncing back into the room......i catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror - "fuck me" my hair is soaking and looks a mess but my eyes WOW look fucking amazing - ive never seen them look so bright blue as that before so i look closer - i feel amazing and if i could kiss myself i would......."too bright for you dude" Paul asks realizing its kinda affecting me and i laugh as its like football stadium floodlights.......he ruffles my hair and says "back in 2 secs" and he nips out to find Brandons lighter while i sit myself down on the toilet.......i sit there and look downward to avoid the light and see that my dick is almost non existent - i dont feel like pissing but my loose hole lets out what feels like everything thats been squirted inside me - almost feel disappointing letting these 4 loads out to be honest....almost feels like ive lost a baby........but thank christ id douched earlier to make room for that i thought to myself.......the smell of spunk was amazing and pink cum was bobbing about in the bowl - it didnt phase me in the slightest as i knew a huge cock or two would do that to a tight hole....... i reached in-between my legs to feel my opened hole and felt it was slightly swollen - even managed to shove two fingers up myself and it felt even better fucking myself with them - fuck i feel so loose like a right slut and im feeling waves of pleasure rubbing it inside so i dont stop but do it faster and start circling my finger around up inside my hole like Brandon had done earlier.....all i can think of is getting cock up me again as this feels so good.....im feeling very slutty.......i hear Brandon and Pauls voices in the distant room and the occasional laugh from them both with whatever they were discussing then Paul returns with his hands full carrying the lighter,small lube bottle,a large candle and Brandons pipe. "having fun" he asks as he catches me fingering my arse.......i laugh and say "thanks baby" as i stand up and flush......Paul places the candle on a shelf and lights it and puts main bathroom light out....."becky has just phoned Brandon" Paul says and "she says you ignored all her calls but he has let her know you are safe here with me and we are both asleep" followed by....."started giving him verbal too and she sounded drunk".....we both laughed.........Paul turns shower on and sets the temperature so it wasn't too hot and we both step into it....Paul reaches for a bottle of shower-gel and squirts some into his hand ..... "close your eyes" he says as i then feel him gently massaging it into my scalp ........."feels so good baby" and he leans in closer to me but im not seeing a thing and cant open my eyes or they will sting like hell if it gets in them.......Pauls now kissing me and were alone,feels so good,his arms are now around me making me feel secure - i could almost imagine we are anywhere in the world right now on some sandy beach as we gently kiss and it feels so nice tasting each others lips as the water bathes itself over us.....i had imagined kissing him long before now and id often imagined making out with him but this has exceeded all expectations....i never though for one second id be getting fucked by Paul on our first date but i end up with his flatmate too.....what a fucking filthy slut im thinking but it passes quickly as i dont care what i think......if being a slut feels this good then i dont want it to stop.....he reaches down with one hand and spreads my cheeks open while fingering me at the same time - my hole is tingling like fuck,his tongue gets deeper in my mouth and im trying to breathe with all this water cascading down on us too but im in love "turn around" he asks and i do.......my hearts doing ten laps around a race track and my minds rushing at the thought of him fucking me again but he crouches down and starts licking my cummy hole........"mmmmmm yeah"......."got the cream of the crop tonight" he says as i lean forward against the tiles for support with my chest and arch my back pushing my arse out towards him more as i let out whimpers of pure pleasure feeling his tongue now probing me,licking me deep and feasting on my spunky hole........."Brandon told me you had a lovely ass but this tastes truly amazing" followed by "and best of all i love open holes especially when i can make them wider" so i push back more like a slut wanting his whole head inside me as it feels so fucking good......"please make me wider" i blurted out but instead his tongue goes deeper and im moaning to beg for more......we are like this for a good 5 minutes and Paul steps out of the shower to pick up the pipe then lights it as i step out too and sit back down on the toilet to use it like a seat.......paul leans forward and shotguns to exhale the smoke into my mouth and lip locked we are looking right into each others eyes,looking right into each others souls,i feel amazing again and he is fucking beautiful in this candlelight ....... that body tingle gets stronger but we try hold it not letting any smoke escape,then i exhale a big cloud towards the ceiling .....paul flicks the lighter again and heats the bowl up and passes the pipe to my lips and my arse starts getting that "i need fucked right now" feeling again so i repeat "make me wider" as soon as i exhale the second cloud......."stand up and turn around" Paul says as he relights the pipe.....im starting to fly again as its put back to my lips and he says "hold it longer this time" so i do......as i do this he opens the small bottle of lube up and im aware he is pouring it on his cock behind me but i dont look around to see it........he puts the lube back on the shelf in front of me then goes down on his knees. He has coated his finger with the stuff instead as he starts fingering my hole to get me lubed up and he is doing that circling motion inside my arse which drives me absolutely fucking crazy......."i love you so much" i blurted out and he adds a second finger and im pushing back to get them inside me as deep as possible and around and around he goes and adds a third finger and i feel my arse expanding and opening up as it stretches and another finger is added and im pushing back as it feels fucking beautiful "please make me wider baby" i beg and he keeps a constant pressure on my hole holding it still and im pushing back harder as my arse is wanting filled and stretched to please my man ......"please fill me and make me wide" and he trys gently pushing more and im opening up and almost feel his knuckles invade my hole so i push back harder but he pulls back slightly before pushing again "please stretch me wide baby" i insist and he slowly starts pulling out and pushing back in and he is fucking me with all 4 fingers and now Brandon burst into the bathroom and out loud he says "guys you gotta stop as Becky is on her way round here right now"........."fucking drama queen bitch" i shouted out "what the fuck is she wanting at this time of night"........"she knows im here the fucking cunt and doesnt own me".......my minds flying but Paul blows out the candle grabs some towels,lube and pipe and we get our asses out the bathroom like we have done something wrong and head for his bedroom............."fucking bitch - im sick of her" i said and Brandon says "me too dude thats why we split up....too much drama".........we get into Pauls bedroom and Brandon calls her on his mobile "dont come here at this time....Paul and Adam are asleep and i aint in no mood for talking especially if you,ve had too much to drink"........i dont care if you're halfway here or not i dont want to see you" and he ends the call then says out loud "fucking slut" but his eyes are looking toward me when he says it but we all start laughing.

This is all getting too much for Brandon watching us fucking on the sofa so he gets up onto his feet and his cock is pointing straight out........"grrrrrrrrr...."i need up there soon" he says as he walks over to a side table and picks up what looks like a small bottle of lube and proceeds to pour a steady stream down onto his cock while massaging it up and down the shaft evenly with his other hand......."you are fucking going to enjoy this" he says out loud and picks up his small baggie of powder,opens it and i can make out he is sprinkling it on his hard cock.....i,m still riding Paul and he now has his arms around me so i cant move so much and he is breathing heavy in my ear,nibbling it and kissing my neck and telling me how nice my wet hole feels inside.........he pinches my small tina cock and pulls on it "thats nice" he said then followed it up with "do you want Brandon to fuck you now before i cum inside you or do you want both our spunk inside you"........"i want you both" followed by "i want you both to fuck your spunk up me" and at this point Brandon is standing right in front of me looking down at my face as im now looking straight at his tina coated glistening black cock and looking up to his gorgeous smile - fuck he is beautiful i think to myself........Paul tells me to pull my legs back and he hooks both hands in behind my knees to hold my legs steady and Brandon is now down on his knees and the tip of his cock is resting at the entrance to my already cock filled hole. "you are stinking of spunk like a filthy slut" he said as he starts pushing into my hole with the head of his hard cock......and the burning starts almost instantly and i blurt out "fuck me like a filthy slut and fill me with your spunk".......i feel the tina go around my whole body and straight into my head and now my hole is really on fire.........Brandon pushes another inch or two into me and i feel my hole stretching open even more......its a nice full feeling but it doesn't give up easy so he pushes harder and and he is almost half into me and my holes burning even more but im feeling it open up to accommodate him alongside Paul......."do you want it all"........."fuck yes give me it all" i cry out so he pushes harder and i get that fucking animal urge again and shout out "push it all inside me"..........i dont care if my holes too tight for both cocks i thought "just fuck it all inside me like a slut".........i didn't care if it was even going to hurt or not my arse was on fire with lust,i was tingling allover my body and my eyes were doing christ knows what as i could barely focus and my balls have went tight while my cock is shrinking even smaller until it almost disappears inside me like a tiny boy.......i still had Paul breathing down my neck and i was trying to keep myself together and buck my hole around both cocks and trying to force my hole down onto both of them with an urgent need as im being stretched open to the max.........Brandon forcefully pushed the rest of his tina coated cock all the way inside me and i cried out so loud that im sure all the neighbors heard but it was a good pain - it was so fucking good i almost cried with tears of joy......and then it started .........Brandon was slowly pulling out halfway from my spunky hole and pushing all the way back into me and my arse was adjusting itself inside with each move and i cried out "fuck me baby" followed swiftly with "FUCK ME" out louder and in and out Brandon went inside my spunky sloppy hole and deeper all the way he went and harder and faster he started to build up the thrusting like a machine that had lost control.......Paul is holding my legs back tightly by now and Brandon is pounding me hard and fast and my hole has opened right up - it feels so easy - so fucking beautiful - feels so right like its meant to be......i am flying and my heart is beating so fast i think it is going to leap out of my chest and im sweating like ive just stood under a shower........my back is sticking to Pauls chest and i feel trickles of sweat drop off me and down onto Paul but Brandon doesnt let up..........Pauls hard cock manages to stay inside me and Brandon is stuffing me so hard i feel like an absolute whore............"yeah baby take it all...take it fucking all" he said out loud as his relentless pounding tore into my now gaping hole digging it wider and deeper with each thrust............"you enjoying that baby "Paul whispered in my ear" and Brandon said "this fucking slut is loving it but were not done yet"......"im going to tear your fucking hole up until you bleed" he said and "he needs a gift for getting both our cocks inside him"..........Paul said "lets do this together" as he is trying to now fuck me from below making his cock feel like it just got harder and thicker inside me stretching me even more and im just laying there letting them both use me for their pleasure.....my arse is pushing out around both their cocks,pulsating,gyrating and gripping them both like it has a mind of its own and im giving it all up and yes i am absolutely stinking of spunk,sweat and tina............"im cumming up your slutty arse right now" Brandon says as he is keeping his momentum up and Paul starts moaning beneath me and i can tell he is spunking inside me and im crying out "please fuck me" "fuck me harder" and "please fill me up" over and over and Brandon is ramming me hard as fuck and cumming inside me as his face gets that grimace and he is growling and moaning like he cant stop cumming and hes now pushing deeper and deeper squeezing another inch into my slutty arse and i can feel it all and he stops and holds it still as i try to squeeze and tighten my hole around both cocks but it feels impossible as my hole is destroyed and i know it.....it feels fabulous ........."oh man" Paul said "you are the fucking best slut we have ever fucked" and Brandon lets out that deep laugh he has and im looking right into his eyes and he is still hard inside me milking out every last drop of his spunk up my guts "you really are a fucking filthy cum slut" and i know i am and love hearing both them speak like that to me.........."im just a fucking cum slut" i say out loud and Brandon leans into me while still inside and Paul puts his arms around us all to hold Brandon onto me like a group hug........it feels like we lay there for at least 5 minutes sticking to each other and hearts pounding like fuck while we recovered....."i love you both" i said and they laughed......"we love you too" said Paul and he kissed my neck..........."time for a shower and tidy up" Paul says as Brandon pulls his cock out of my hole and stands up....i can see its covered in alot of spunk tinged with pink and red...... i dont care as it was the best fuck ive ever had.........my hole feels really loose and Paul is still inside me but lets it plop out by itself......i again try to tighten my hole as a rush of air trys to get inside me........but im destroyed........Paul helps me to my feet and i can see pink spunk stains on the cushion which is also darkened with sweat where we had been laying........we both stand there having a hug and kiss while Brandon tidys up taking his pipe,baggie,lube and picking all clothes up and my glass of water he leaves the room....."lets hit the shower" Paul says and he puts the lamp out in the lounge before taking me by the hand and leading me to the bathroom to get washed.

My mother always said my heart was too big for my own good. She didn’t understand why I did so much volunteer work. I didn’t understand how other people didn't. While young women always want to work with kids, young men, I've found, have fewer volunteering opportunities, so when I found I enjoyed sharing time with the elderly, I stuck with it. When they didn’t get visitors often, I would come and spent a day with them. I always did stuff like that. When I read the advertisement from Mr. Johnson, a 62 year old who had AIDS and was looking for a gay friendly buddy, I didn’t think twice - I applied. Mr. Johnson was a real silver daddy with a friendly smile. “You don’t mind that I’m gay?” he asked me when we met. “ "No, of course not," I replied, "I’m also gay." Smiling, Mr. Johnson replied “Then it’s not awkward when I say you’re a handsome fellow.” We both laughed. There was a real click between us. Perhaps because we were both gay and knew the lifestyle and the prejudice... and the sex. Mr. Johnson said he was an avid barebacker back in the day, which was, of course, the reason he contracted HIV. He admitted that he didn’t stop having raw sex after he was tested positive. “Some men just don’t care” he explained, “they just want to enjoy. They want to feel the meat and not the rubber.” Then he asked if I had ever done it without a condom. “Yeah I have,” I admitted, “when I was a teenager and fooled around with boys of my own age I knew were disease free I didn’t bother, but when I grew older and met older guys I did start using condoms." I also had a steady boyfriend for a while who fucked me raw, but I never visited the sleazy places Mr. Johnson had frequented. He told me all about the crazy sex parties he attended, that he had tried watersports, fisting, s&m, several types of drugs. How he was a frequent visitor of baths and adult theaters. He didn’t have any regrets about his sex life, although he was sad it wasn’t as active as it used to be. Without shame he said how he bought gay porno mags and had several adult dvds, and on one occasion he asked “Want to see them?”, as if it was the most normal thing to show. I declined, not out of disinterest, but because it would be a little bit too awkward. Mr Johnson was a charming man and we hung out quite a lot. Instead of being just a buddy for him we were becoming real friends. Sometimes I did have the feeling Mr. Johnson was flirting with me. Whenever I went over i would fing gay magazines or dvds on the table or couch. He didn't even bother to hide them from me. Whenever we sat behind a computer I could see the tabs of pornsites like silverdaddies and barebackrt. The worst part was that it didn't bother me. I started to like this little game he was playing, mostly because I never met someone who was courting me like that. Never the less, I was quite aware Mr Johnson was growing increasingly bold in his attempts to woo me. I noticed his bulge more frequently in the shorts he wore, but especially when he wore sweatpants. The thin fabric showed clearly the outline of his cock and he probably didn't wear any underwear underneath them. I even suspected that he was deliberately trying to get a hard on before he opened the door to greet me. This was actually really inappropriate behavior, but it was effective. I always looked at his bulge and he knew it. Every now and then he reached for his crotch, to adjust the dick in his pants or give it another stroke to keep it hard. The scary thing was that I could't stop thinking about what he would come up with next. I imagined that one day I would come in his house, to find him masturbating in front of the TV or computer. Or how he wanted to go for a swim and decided to hop in the same changing room, because the others were already occupied. My cock would get hard thinking about how Mr. Johnson would seduce me and finally would show his cock. I wasn't even wondering if he would do it, I was already in the phase where I wanted him to show me. The night that changed everything started with supper at Mr. Johnson's place. After we were done he proposed to sit on the couch to watch some TV. So far he had behaved himself, but when I sat down the show began. "You know, I'm pretty sweaty, do you mind if I would take a shower?" he asked. I didn't mind at all and wondered what his plan was. Would he ask me to take a shower too? Would he ask me to join him? However Mr. Johnson never asked me to go upstairs with him. Instead, while he showered I watched TV. I noticed a gay dvd cover on the coffee table. A big blurb on the cover said 100% BAREBACK. I opened it and there wasn't a disc in it. My guess was that Mr Johnson was watching it or had watched it recently. When Mr Johnson came downstairs he was only wearing a bathrobe. "Do you mind if I wear these? I didn't want to dress again and it's a bit cooler" he reasoned. I didn't mind. I was waiting until his robe would 'accidently' fall open so I would be confronted by his cock. When Mr Johnson sat next to me my heart pounded in my chest. "What are you watching?" he asked. "Oh nothing, I was looking at something else" and l looked at the dvd cover. " Ah you saw the cover. Yeah I was watching it, didn't finish it because... wel you know" he smiled. Yeah I knew what he meant, he was jerking off when watching and after he came he stopped the film. "It's all I can do these days" he said, "I mean I would rather do the real thing, but in my condition it's not so easy to find a partner." He was none to subtle: Mr. Johnson was reminding me (i) he had a condition, (ii) in fact he had AIDS, (iii) most people would find it difficult to simply be a friend to him, let alone having sex with him. Of course I felt some sympathy with his experience as an outcast. It seemed to me such a sweet man should be able to have sex like normal people do. "How's your love life?" he asked suddenly asked bluntly. Well... I don't really have a love life" I admitted, "I spend most of my time on school and in the weekends I'm usually here." "And I appreciate that," Mr Johnson said, "I really do." When he said that he leaned over and gave me a warm kiss. He was a great kisser and unlike every other guys I've kissed he gave me lots of tongue and ample spit. Now, I am a 'closed-eyes-kisser', so I hadn't noticed that, while we were kissing, he had opened his bathrobe, but I understood as much when he guided my hand to his throbbing cock. When I felt the warm shaft I opened my eyes and finally saw the cock about which I had been fantasizing. Mr Johnson's dick was large and uncut and on the base of his cock was a big metal cockring. His foreskin almost covered the head completely and was so tight you could see exactly the outline of his bulbous knob end. It made his dick look even more enormous. I began stroking his cock while still being French kissed. Mr Johnson reached under my shirt and started pinching my nipples. He wasn't really gentle about it and my nipples were soon sore. "Suck me" he whispered in my ear, "I want you to suck me". Silently, I bent over towards his dick. It was already leaking precum which I lapped up first, ignoring how noxious the contents was. I did my best to pull his foreskin back, to expose more of his purple knob. I wrapped my lips around it and started blowing Mr. Johnson. While I was bobbing up and down I was thinking how nice it was of me to service his cock, to do this great sexual favor of an old man. I assumed it was a while since his last blowjob so I wanted to give him a good one. "Take of your clothes honey, let me eat your pussy" Mr. Johnson said. Soon I sat on the couch with my legs wide, while Mr Johnson was crouching between them to slobber all over my ass. His oral treatment of my rectum was a new experience for me. His tongue flicked between my crack and in my ass, making it slippery. Mr Johnson then replaced his soft tongue for one of his rugged fingers. It didn't feel nice at all, even a bit painful. I grabbed his hand to withdraw his finger from my ass and nodded at the silver daddy to make clear I didn't like it. "Just opening you up sweety" he explained, "but if you don't want it...." He didn't finish the sentence but placed his fucker against my pucker and pushed. "Mr Johnson!" I gasped, "We should't do this!". "Yes we do, yes we do. I want to fuck you, please let me fuck you," pleaded Mr Johnson. I wasn't complaining about getting shafted, but I didn't want to do it raw with someone who had AIDs! "You should use a condom" I warned, but Mr Johnson had his reply ready: "I haven't fucked in ages, I don't have condoms honey. This might be my last fuck, and I don't want it spoiled by rubbers. Please let me feel your warm hole, enjoy a hole the natural way, the way it's supposed to be enjoyed. You want to support me don't you?". All kinds of thoughts were racing trough my mind, would I deny this man's last sexual request, was I a bad buddy if I didn't let him fuck me, what would be the risk of a one time AIDS buggering? Mr Johnson saw me think and he used the time to keep dicking me. His huge knob was teasing my sphincter, making it open a bit more every time it slid past. The wonderful feeling of his tool invading my bowels distracted me from thinking clear. Even tough it were only a few seconds since Mr Johnson gave his plea, it felt like minutes, it felt like I didn't have to answer anymore, my silence was consent. The cold metal of his cockring touched my butt. "Thank you son," Mr Johnson said, not expecting an answer anymore, "I appreciate this and I'm going to make it good for you too." He leaned towards my face again and kissed me, this time not with lust but with passion. I wrapped my arms around him and whispered "Fuck me, give me your last load." Mr Johnson gloated and started to pick up the pace. He had finally received permission to once again bareback a young hole. Mr Johnson was grunting as he was plowing my ass, holding my legs by the ankles to keep them apart. So many things were new for me this night: the kissing, the rimming, the age of my lover was almost three times as much as my normal sexpartners, the position, the location (before this I only had sex in my bedroom). Suddenly Mr Johnson withdrew his fuckmeat, leaving my hole gasping to be filled again."Turn around" was the command and I obliged. With my ass in the air facing him, Mr Johnson spat a bit above my gaping rectum and used two fingers to rub it over my poopchute. He crammed his saliva coated fingers in my tender ass and I groaned. Like the first time he stuck a digit in me it hurt. I once again had to grasp his hand to push it away. My ass didn't feel as lubricated as after the intense rimjob he gave me earlier and when I got penetrated again it just didn't feel as nice. "We need more lube" I said and the old man pulled some lube from the pocket of his robe. Guess he was better prepared than I thought. He squirted a copious amount of lubrication between my crack, which felt very cold but when his shaft forced it's way trough my rosebud my bowels were burning. My elderly fucker was really slamming my ass now, giving everything he got. I was really enjoying it even more when it got verbal. "I love fucking your ass son, I never thought I would that's why it's so special. You like me pounding you ass?". "Uh hu", I grunted. "You've been eying my buldge for so long now, I swear i sometimes saw you drool when you saw it. This is what you always wanted eh, my dirty shitstabber in your shitsocket. I'm going to cum soon, I'm going to give you some aidsbabies." "Don't say that" I snapped, "don't say those things". My mind already was screaming "THIS MAN HAS AIDS, STOP NOW" I didn't need him reminding me, almost humiliating me with the fact I let this sick man fuck me raw. "Cum on my back, I don't want you to cum inside me." "Too late honey, I'm cumming, I'm cumming." With one last thrust Mr. Johnson unloaded his lethal spooge in my healthy ass. He was panting after he bred me "That was great honey" he said while kissing my back, "Did you enjoy it too?". "Yeah I guess" I said. "You don't know for sure?" Mr Johnson asked. I really didn't. I mean the fuck itself was wonderful, but the toxic breeding he gave me wasn't. He finally withdrew from my ass and replaced it with something else. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I'm plugging your hole honey." was the answer I got, like it was the most normal thing to do. "With what?" "It's just a buttplug." "But why?" Up until that point I had never used a buttplug before, "please get it out." The old bastard must have planned this from the beginning, no way he just happened to have a buttplug in one of his pockets. "I want to use my cum for lube for our next fuck." "What are you talking about?" The old man said: "It's already late, I thought you could spent the night and have a quick fuck before we slept. I want to make it good for you too and since you wasn't satisfied by this one. Maybe the bedroom is a better place for making love." I'm not sure how he convinced me but I did spent the night with him. We did fuck before we slept and again he bred me. He wanted me to wear his buttplug for the entire night, but I objected. The next morning I wanted to leave early but Mr Johnson acted like a lovesick puppy, wanting to shower with me (which he did and assfucked me there as well), wanting me to have breakfast with him (which I did while I had to sit on his cock), wanting me to stay with him for another day, having sex all the time. I was a bit taken back with his sudden change in attitude. I can't deny I really liked hanging out with him and maybe have some sort of feelings for him (otherwise I would've never let him fuck me), but I wasn't in love. Mr Johnson on the other hand really seemed to have butterflies in his stomach. I didn't know how to say to him I didn't have the same feelings for him, so I wanted to leave as soon as possible. Besides my ass was really sore of all the buttsex I received in the past hours. Around noon I finally went home, leaving Mr Johnson behind with the idea we were real lovers. I didn't have contact with Mr Johnson for some time. The sex had changed our relationship. For me it was just a one-off (well actually four-off) thing, but I didn't know if Mr Johnson thought the same. It surprised me that he didn't bother to contact me as well, especially considering his clingy behaviour the last time I saw him. When my ass developed a rash I went to a clinic. Of course they asked me if I had unsafe sex recently and with a tremble in my voice I said yes. The doctor advised me to take an HIV test. I called Mr Johnson to tell him about my visit to the clinic. He asked me if I blamed him. I said I didn't and that it was a conscious decision to sleep with him (even though I did ask him not to cum inside me). He never said he was sorry for my situation and after the phonecall we never met again. Every time I asked if he wanted to meet he was busy or not feeling well. The man who once was looking for a buddy and who loved my companion didn't need me anymore. Being optimistic I thought he did feel guilty about my situation and didn't want to confront me. A few months later I got the terrible news I was positive. I was advised to notify my last sexpartner. "My last sexpartner already had aids" I said soft. The doctor was surprised to hear I slept with a man with aids and wondered why I did it. He said I wasn't obliged to tell, but he was curious if there was some sort of underground sex group I was a part of. He met several other boys in the past few months who all contracted HIV from sleeping with a man with aids and wondered if it was connected. I explained I wasn't part of a group or a chaser and that the man who gifted me was a nice man. "Nice men don't give other men HIV" the doctor said stoic. When I left the clinic I wondered if Mr Johnson had set me up, if he played some twisted game to give me this horrible disease. I got the answer a few days later when I stumbled upon an ad: "Elderly man with aids is looking for gay friendly buddy."

[DO NOT do this at home. It's rape, it's illegal, it's wrong...] Douglas was a walking, talking wet dream. He was 5-11, 160, had short brown hair, and the sexiest brown eyes you've ever seen. He was all toned muscle. No fat on that boy. His shoulders, chest, and abs were the envy of many dudes. He had been on the basketball, swimming, and wrestling teams all four years in high school, and had lettered in all three. He was every girl's dream date and more than one guy's fuck dream. Doug had no idea how sexy he was. He was completely naïve and oblivious. He had dated only a few girls and never had a serious relationship. He rarely went to parties, and, except for the communion wine, avoided alcohol. His Dad was the pastor of a large nondenominational church in Albuquerque; and ever since he could remember, Doug had wanted to follow him into the ministry. He was 19, and had just finished his freshman year at Liberty University, a Christian college in Virginia. On the long trek back to New Mexico, just this side of Amarillo, his Explorer started acting up. He pulled off the highway onto a deserted service road. Poor Doug had one other deficiency—he knew nothing about cars. He was staring vacuously at the steaming engine when a van pulled along side. Horny Chris stared at the Boy for a few moments. Doug was wearing a white tee and tight, faded Levis that highlighted his perfect Bubble Butt. Chris saw the bumper sticker: Liberty University. 'Mmmmmm. Oh my God! A good Christian boy!' Chris was somewhat of a Twink himself. He was 24, and about Doug's height and build, but had blonde hair. Oh, yeah, and Chris was opportunistic, unscrupulous, Gay and POZ. He'd been infected during a night of wild whoring at the Midtown Spa in Dallas, and felt duty bound to induct whomever into the Gay STD Hall of Shame. And he had a special weakness for pretty, young, religious boys like Doug. He glanced in the back of the Explorer and saw that it was filled with luggage. Looked like the Kid was headed home for the summer. "Car trouble?" Chris inquired. "Yeah," Doug acknowledged. "It's stallin' out and overheatin'. I tried to call the Triple-A, but my cell phone doesn't work out here." "Mind if I take a look?" "Sure," Doug said. "Help yourself." "Name's Chris," the newcomer introduced himself. "I'm Doug. Glad to meet you." Chris gave the engine a once-over. "Looks like your radiator fluid's low. It's overheated. You need to let her cool down a bit—then fill her up. I've got some water in the van." "Good," said Doug, reaching for the radiator cap. "No!" cried Chris, pulling Doug's arm back. "You could burn yourself! Give it time to cool down." Doug nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Thanks, but I don't want to inconvenience you." "I'm sure you'd do the same for me." A broad grin crossed Dougie's face. "So, you go to Liberty University?" "Yeah, you heard of it?" "My cousin went there a few years ago." The so-called cousin had flunked out. "I'm studying to be a minister. My dad has a church in Albuquerque." Doug was clearly excited about his calling, while Chris's mind was already in the gutter. "Wanna join me in the van while we're waitin? Cooler in there." "Love to!" the Boy agreed. Chris smiled at the Kid's enthusiasm and wondered if the Punk would still "love to" later on. He rummaged in the back and returned with a couple open Cokes. "Thanks," Doug said, gulping down the brew. "Oh man, that tastes good. I didn't realize how thirsty I was." He took one swig and then another. Within a minute the soft drink was gone. "Whoa!" Doug exclaimed. "I think I got too much sun out there. My head is spinning." "You all right?" Chris sounded concerned. "Wanna lie back? The seat reclines." "Yeah, thanks." Doug pressed a button that eased back the seat. His eyes were drooping, and his speech was slurred. He had no clue that Chris had spiked his Coke with GHB. "Hey man, you okay?" Chris sounded far away. Doug's head was swimming. He felt dizzy. His eyes were heavy, and he had no inclination to reply. "Here, let me help you into the back so you can lie down," Chris offered, dragging the drugged young man out of his seat. Overtaxed from all the dead weight, Chris positioned the insensate Youth on an air mattress with pillows to prop him up. He busied himself setting up a video cam while Douglas flaked in cuckoo land. With preparations well in hand, Chris turned to court the oblivious Young Man. He unzipped his fly and hauled out his 8 inches. "Hey, buddy, wanna protein shake?" He ran his Dick back and forth across Doug's handsome face and over his lips, leaving a trail of Precum glistening on his new Boyfriend’s face. "Nnnnnn... " Doug moaned, barely cognizant of what was up. Chris slipped his index finger in the Young Man’s mouth, prying his jaw open, and slid his fat, dripping Cock into the dazed Stud's mouth. With one hand on the back of Dougie's head, he began to fuck his Playmate's face. The Kid had no conception what was going down. Chris pulled his Dick from Dougie's throat, reached in his gym bag, and pulled out his Poppers. He held the bottle to the Youth's nose. "Come on," Chris coaxed. "Take a nice deep breath." The Teen inhaled, and his body shuddered. Bingo! Chris quickly switched the bottle to the other nostril and instructed Doug to sniff again. The high-as-a-kite Youngster did as he was told, and was soon floating on Cloud Nine. A low guttural moan escaped his lips. For good measure, Chris administered a couple more hits. Then he took his own half-empty can of Coke, and topped it off with whisky. He placed it to the Young Man's lips and made the young Teetotaler imbibe. Doug reflexively tried to spit it out, but Chris forced him to swallow. Having rarely consumed alcohol before, in congress with the Poppers and GHB, the Boy was totally fucked up. Chris shoved his Cock back down Dougie's throat, grabbed his ears, and began to fuck his face in earnest. When he felt his Balls begin to boil, he pulled out, jerked a few more times, and spewed his Noxious Load right onto Dougie's pretty face. Seven spurts hit Doug dead on. There was Jizz in his hair, his eyes, and on his lips and chin. Some dribbled down his tee. Chris scooped up some of the Toxic Spooge, and, with his nails, dug it into Dougie's inner cheeks and gums. "Be a good boy and take your medicine. Daddy wants so to give you AIDS." Chris slid Doug down till he lay prone and quickly re-aimed the video cam. He pulled off the Young Hunk's tee and marveled at the smooth chest, pointy Nips, and chiseled Abs. He leaned down and sucked and bit the manly Tits, nibbling at them real good. "Unhhhhh... Ooooohhh... Mmmmmm..." the inebriated Freshman moaned. Chris watched the Stud's Cock-Bulge balloon. "Oh yeah, I bet you're still a Virgin." Tweaking and twisting his Victim's Nips, he blew in his ear and licked his lobes. "Oooooh.......Noooooo...." Doug moaned, half conscious of the stimuli and how his body was responding. He may have been thinking no, but his tumescent Shaft sure as hell was nodding yes! Chris frenched him and kept up the titty torture. Within seconds Doug began to kiss him back. Oh yeah...a guy's a guy and a mouth's a mouth—Gay or Straight—it doesn't matter. Chris played tonsil-hockey with his Drugged-Up Play Thing a few more minutes. He traced his finger across the Student's lips, down to the waistband of his jeans. He tongued Doug's belly button and once again nibbled on those perky, pouty Nips. "Ahhhhhh!" Doug gasped, trying to push Chris away; but the besotted Youth was too far gone, and Chris had no trouble pinning him. He grabbed a rope from his gym bag, tied Doug's wrists above his head, then continued torturing the Cunt. He unbuttoned the Boy's jeans and slid the zipper down. Poor Dougie’s Cock was well-endowed but under-nourished, and the Kid's hard Rod jumped appreciatively as Chris slobbered on his Cock and Balls. Chris lifted Dougie's Ass and stripped his jeans completely off. Doug's legs were tanned and muscular, with a light smattering of hair. He fingered the Boy's quivering Pussy and felt it spasm beneath his touch. The Youth was totally at his mercy, his body screaming FUCK ME!—or so it seemed. With the video cam already catching every nuance of the Boy's enthrallment, Chris grabbed a digital camera and began to shoot pic after pic of the naked, aroused Nymph. Besides the carnal pleasure, Chris stood to make a few bucks off the Kid. He'd knew exactly which web sites to post the Teasers on. And the video—wow! He could make a mint off of that—once guys realized it wasn't fake. After taking several Polaroids specifically meant for DEO—Doug's Eyes Only (for Chris was fond of acronyms), he ran his hands over the dazed Teen's chiseled Bod, twisting his Nips and engulfing the Young Twink's out-of-control Joystick in the warm, wet recesses of his mouth and throat. Shit! The Kid's Precum was so saccharin and crystal clear. He couldn't wait to contaminate it with his own POZ Spooge. For on more than one occasion Chris had used the BUG to bond with another man, and Doug was just the latest to fall victim to his wiles. He placed Doug's legs on his broad shoulders and lifted his sweet, tight Target off the mattress. He slid his index finger up the Virgin Pussy and wiggled it against his Prostate. The Man Child began to buck and moan. He gave the Kid another hit of Poppers and another shot of booze. It was time to teach the Preacher's Son a lesson. Shucking off his own jeans and briefs, Chris lubed up his Dick with Jizm from the Christian's Cummy Face AND RAMMED IT UP THE VIRGIN'S ASS. Doug screamed in pain as Chris reamed his nigh unlubricated Chute. Chris fed the Youth more Poppers, which he readily accepted—perhaps because, subconsciously, he knew they helped. Chris continued to fuck Doug for the next half hour, grinding his own POZ SPOOGE into the Innocent's Ass Walls. The Kid got fucked till his abraded Sphincter was caked with Cum and Blood and Stools. In a single afternoon the straight-laced Christian Fundamentalist had been transformed into a wretched Faggot Cum Dump. The sun was setting, and Chris dragged the Youth, clad only in his birthday suit, over to his SUV, and dumped him in. He stashed two plastic gallon jugs beside the wheel well, along with an envelope containing a few choice Polaroids and a note warning that if he discussed their little affaire de coeur with anyone, he'd be the next Gay Poster Boy. Yeah—like Chris wasn't already intending to cash in; but he figured Doug would be so ashamed, he'd never tell a soul. Chris looked down at the somnolent, defiled Youth stretched across the bench seat of the SUV. It gets cool in the desert after dark, and the falling temp would wake the Young Man up for sure. He wondered, now that Doug had had his first exposure to Gay Sex, the only sex he'd ever known, if he'd cum back for more. And then there was the matter of his Special Seed. Had Chris succeeded in breeding the Boy? Alas, he'd never know. The fading roar of Chris's engine caused the inebriated Youth to stir. His eyes fluttered, blinded by the brilliant oranges of the setting desert sun. His head ached so bad. So did his Ass. He fell back asleep and dreamt erotic fantasies about some guy named Chris.

Looking for real, not into cyber or a lot of blah blah, here are the required pics of my COCK that luvs neg boy hole and mixing up poz tox cum in my boy's cunt.

Just a few weeks ago hooked up with a buddy from Grindr and breed his hot ass. then I also got on the bed and had him eat my hole and then he bred me with his Poz load. never had his dick before and never saw how big it was until now. I took pics and video of me fucking his ass and breeding him.

There are bad examples in nearly every avenue of life. While none of us really enjoy experiences like the OP described, it is something of a an occupational risk. I got raped by a BBC who wanted more after we had fucked a few times. We had enjoyed a couple of really nice fucks, but the dude was not satisfied. I ended up beaten, raped, robbed and perhaps more. But I was fucking another cock the next day. I showed up for an "in shape guy", who had to weight 400 and was less than 5' 10". The only way to find his dick was to roll him in flour. Only point being is do not get wired up on one bad experience. Those dudes are out there. Rather remember every good cock and scene you have. Recall each cock that made you thrilled to be a queer. Perhaps revisit the bottoms that took your load of jizz, even if they did not find you a compelling top. It is all about the learning and experience we gain from our adventures. That is why I have (and highly recommend) an any cock any time attitude. I am getting fucked more and enjoying a lot better sex. The few disappointments are minor when compared to all of the great (and sometimes fully unexpected) cock that I scare up. Hell it is just sex. Even the worst cock is better than doing with out. Even a bad one---like haircuts---does not last long. Fuck and fuck often......one of the real joys that makes life worth living. Old Waylon claimed there were only two things that make life worth living...guitars that tune good and firm feeling women. I get the first one, and have traded the second one for a POZ cock in my ass.......now that is something to LIVE for.

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.

we walk from the car park towards the apartment building - im walking without my shoes or shirt on and dont care - Paul has his arm around me across my shoulders and Brandon is slightly ahead but looks back every so often to catch Paul and i stealing kisses with each other........Brandon reaches the entrance door before us and opens it then holds the door open wide for us both to pass in front of him......"nice ass " he said looking at me and then lets out a slight wolf whistle and laughs..... i approach the steps to reach the upper 1st level......Paul is matching my steps on each tread walking up the stairs and level with me he manages to slide his hand down my waistband and his finger or fingers were back inside me fingering my hole as i tried to walk....my legs were feeling a wee bit wonky but we managed to get up the 2 flights......no-one was around so Paul gave me a deep snog and again i got to taste his beautiful soft lips - he is a good kisser i thought then i blurted it out "i love your kisses baby"....... "dont i get one" Brandon asked so i turned and let him kiss me for the first time too........"mmmmm - lets get inside" Brandon said as Paul opens the door to their flat and im offered to step into the dark hall before him and the door closes,light comes on and door locked........"welcome home" Paul says followed by "make yourself at home" as he opens the lounge door letting us all enter........"we can have a shower first and some drinks to keep you hydrated - but lets shut the curtains first" Paul said as he headed across the room to close them and switching a table lamp on too.......i put my shoes on the floor at the end of the sofa and dropped my shirt over the arm of it - i,m rushing like fuck and my arse feels very very wet but i still plunk myself down on the sofa - Brandon had disappeared into his room i had assumed but comes back with a large glass of water for me before disappearing again - i think i easily gulp half of it down......i fish my mobile phone out my trouser pocket and switch it on.........fuck me i thought.........ive a mixture of 15 unanswered calls and texts all from Becky...........she,s asking where i am and where Paul is and where Brandon is and asking why i left early......as i read through each text im not really able to concentrate on everything she has said but each becomes more cheeky like she is my parents demanding answers to where i am and she is pissing me off with that attitude as she surely knows im with Paul - the final text asks where her female friend is who was left chatting in the club with myself and Brandon and she asks me to call her asap to let me know whats happening..... "fuck her" i said out loud and i switch my phone off and drop it over the side of sofa hoping it lands near my shoes.......Paul kicks his shoes off along with his top and comes to join me on the sofa - i instantly get that butterfly feeling again as i immediately put my arms around him for a cuddle......our lips meet once more and im now pulling him onto me as i sink into the sofa getting us both comfortable and half lying down - his lips and kisses are beautiful and his tongue found its way back down my throat and mine down his - mmmmmm beautiful......as my minds racing im thinking to myself that we should have met months ago and im aware my dick isnt getting hard and my hole is twitching like fuck like its on overdrive....."we have a rule in this house" Paul said and he laughed - "no trousers" and he starts to undo mine so i start unbuttoning and unzipping him too........Brandon comes into the lounge and has stripped already but is wearing a dressing gown and says he is off to shower and hope we can join him soon.. Now that we are both alone Paul gets up from sofa and pulls my trousers all the way off leaving me fully naked sitting there then steps out of his own.....i honestly can,t believe how large his hard cock is and im seeing it for the first time in full light....i can,t believe that huge thing was all the way inside me in the car......im feeling like a champ now and i surely deserve a medal or a gift........he smiles and drops to his knees pushing himself forward inbetween my knees and leaning in to kiss me deep all over again....im feeling the tip of his hard cock at my ass crack as it lines itself up along the sofa cushion and as if im programmed to do so i raise my feet off the floor and pull my legs open and back so my thighs are resting on my chest........"please fuck me again Paul" i begged and his tongue went deeper - we were both letting out small moans of pleasure as our lips ate at each others "please fuck me" and then i felt his cock head start to push into me.........my hole felt loose as half was inside me before i knew it then he pushed it all the way to the base "oh fuck baby,fuck me" i cried out "fuck your huge cock in me and fill me right up" i cried.......my hole felt like it was pulsating as it was stretched out around his thick cock then he started pulling out halfway then back in again to the base with a firm stroke....in and out in and out.....my hole was doing these summersaults again inside and massaging itself against the skin of his raw cock and spunky lube then Pauls fucking got harder and rougher......he loves me i thought to myself so i push my hole out to meet each thrust and im in heaven.....my hole didnt know if it was coming or going but it was begging for more and loving every thrust,feeling every move he made.......i felt like i had gallons of spunk up me as my holes making these slurpy sloppy sounds and his balls are banging against me hard too "please baby....fuck me harder" followed with "i love you"....."im going to fucking own your ass" he said and ramps it up by fucking me even harder like a crazed animal ,he,s pulling it all the way out and stuffing it back in just as fast and balls deep to the base........."oh baby fuck me....please dont stop" i cried followed with use me and fill me with your spunk".....i am totally lost,spinning and spun out to fuck and i feel like a fucking animal getting impregnated and demanding Paul "do it harder baby"........this all continues for at least 20 minutes and im sweating allover the sofa and feel my back sticking to it - Paul is sweating too even though he hasnt smoked any tina tonight.....he is breathing heavy and still dropping me kisses now and again during the arse stuffing he is giving me.....then im aware of Brandon in the room watching us as he is lighting the pipe again. Brandon stops and pulls out and jumps right next to me on sofa and with my back still facing him he pulls me up and onto him and my hole somehow automatically finds its way back onto his cock and i slide myself down onto it all the way........at this point Brandon has got himself onto the sofa too and is kneeling at the side of me with a lovely big smile as he offers the pipe upto me......my hand reaches out like i know exactly what to do and i dont need told to inhale it deep,then hold as long as i can before letting a huge cloud out which floats around us..........Paul is kissing my ears and neck and i fucking absolutely love that - do that to me and it drives me crazy with lust......."and another" Brandon says as the pipe finds my lips again and i repeat the process......Paul takes the pipe next and inhales a big one and i sortoff have my head turned to watch him and he then plants his lips on mine and exhales it into my mouth ensuring none escapes....i feel his tongue push into me at the same time and i suck on his tongue like a slut wanting all his wet saliva in my mouth.....then i exhale......im now gently trying to ride my hole on Pauls cock but it aint so easy when you are spun but he puts both his hand on my hips and helps me buck up and down and my arse is feeling out of this world......."another" said Brandon but this time he inhales then shotguns it into my mouth locking his lips into mine.........."good boy" i hear Paul say and im trying to ride him harder almost getting all the way off and plunging down just as fast......."i think we have a nice slut" brandon proclaimed and i blurted out "fuck me like a slut" and they both laughed.......we continued fucking like this for at least another 10 minutes and i just knew all that spunk up my hole was now leaking out and coating Pauls cock and balls - i could smell it - fucking beautiful smell i thought to myself.......i was hoping it handnt leaked out so much and left a stain on their sofa otherwise i wouldnt be invited back again.

"please fuck me" is all i could think of and blurt out verbally and as no tina coated finger was in my arse yet i repeated it again "please fuck me"........then i felt Paul push the head of his cock into my wet hole and that burning sensation started immediately,then he pushed more into my wet hole,then more - god he was so thick...... "fuck me" is all i could get out of my lips as my mind started flying and the burning got hotter and my hole is tingling like fuck with lust......i feel him push deeper and slightly withdraw then again push deeper and "fuck me" he was huge as i felt my hole stretch to accommodate his girth - im by this point repeating over and over "fuck me".....i hadn't even seen his cock at this point but i knew for sure he was way thicker than Brandon and he,s still pushing into me deeper as i feel my sphincters stretch more and open right up - then bam - i thought i felt my hole pop and he was inside me all the way to the balls and his groin pressing against my tail bone....he let out a slight moan and held still until i got used to the feeling - it almost felt like he was way too big for my little ass and i almost wanted him to stop but my racing mind wouldn't allow the words to even utter my thoughts and the burning,slight pain and pleasure was still building up by each second and im starting to sweat heavily - im sure i could also smell Brandons cum fill the air inside the car - i could certainly feel how wet my legs and hole were with it - he must have squirted a huge load of spunk up me to get me pre-lubed. Paul had coated his cock with tina before pushing it inside me and it was very strong.....definitely more than the one finger dab id had earlier and he started gently sliding in and out of my hole which by this point it had opened right up and i begged,infact i demanded he "fuck me hard baby" like a slut - which he did......he became faster and more assertive and every so often i hear Brandon egging him on encouragingly as my arse is doing summersaults and a dance inside against each thrust - my arse is in heaven and i know it - this is what ive always always wanted - i was in love - totally - head over heels.....i haven't been fucked alot but i knew this was the best fuck i,d ever had in my whole life and my arse is on fire and burning with lust,making wet slurpy sloppy sounds as he is ramming and stuffing me without mercy inside my wet hole but im loving every moment and want more and more the sloppier it gets - i dont even care Brandon has a front row seat watching it all happen close up and i dont care what he thinks when he hears me ......"please dont stop" and "fuck me hard" i cried out - it felt so joyous - i was so so happy and reached down between my legs to grab my cock and wank myself off as he is thrusting but couldn't find it in the dark and blurted out "my cock is tiny and i cant get hard" - Brandon laughed and Paul started pounding even harder like a crazed animal - it felt relentless - he was a good fuck - NO he was a great fuck.........the sweat by now is running down my back and down my arms and my forehead and hair is soaking with sweat but Paul keeps pounding away and im pushing my ass and hole out at him to match every thrust like we were working in unison - like it was meant to be......he must have been fucking me like this for at least 20 minutes then through his moans Paul says he is about to cum and asks "where do you want it"........."please fill me with your spunk" and "please fill me up baby" i managed to cry out and with a few final thrusts i could feel Paul go over the edge and empty his balls inside me - he pushed into me all the way as he unloaded and i swear i could almost feel each spurt coating my arse inside as his thick cock twitched like a convulsing snake inside me - he let out a final whimper like moan as he leaned forward and let himself fall onto my soaking wet sweaty back and i felt his cheek rest against my shoulder blades and his cock is still inside me........."now that was good" he said - "i enjoyed that" - "HOW ABOUT YOU? he asked....."i love you" was all my lips could muster and he kissed my back. Paul let himself up and i felt his now soft cock plop out of my hole and i wish he could stay inside as im still rushing and feel empty as the cool air enters my hole......im still on my knees as i am aware of Paul pulling his trousers up,zips up and unlocks the door to get out....."stay right there" Brandon says as he opens the door in front of car and steps outside before closing the door shut....at this point Paul is outside the rear door holding it open and adjusting his clothes to straighten himself up......... i hear them both mutter something then let out a laugh between them but i didnt care as i knew they and i were happy........Paul jumps into the driver seat closing the door behind him and almost instantaneously Brandon gets into the back with me but his trousers are down at his knees and he is sitting there proudly displaying his huge hard cock then the door closes......enjoy the ride Paul says as he turns the key to start the ignition and the car slowly pulls off to drive up the lane with my ass still in the air.

We started walking down the lane past where id pissed earlier towards a row of parked cars and my mind was absolutely flying with excitement and my arse felt absolutely slutty as fuck with Brandons spunk load inside me - i could feel my hole all wet as i walked and im sure i felt some of Brandons spunk leak out of me as i felt something warm trickle down my legs as i walked but i didn't care and blurted it out that "ive spunk running down my legs" - they both laughed and Paul put his arm around me and said "dont you worry,you will be getting plenty more tonight - that first one was just to get you started and lube your up"... he then said "guess which one as we got closer to the parked cars whilst at same time taking his key fob out his pocket and pointing the remote towards the cars and "beep beep" i heard a noise and indicators flashing to signal which one it was so i pointed towards the lights and said "that one" then laughed - i just wanted to get home ASAP and have Paul fuck me so i turned to him with his arm still around me and told him "i want you to fuck me".......Brandon at this point was a few steps ahead of us and jumped into the front passenger side of the unlocked car. Paul started kissing me and managed to get his tongue down my throat - fuck he tasted so nice - i wanted to suck him all in - i wanted him to eat me - i leaned with my back against the rear car door and pulled Paul closer to me as both his arms went around me - "we have wanted you a long long time" he said while he pushed his groin into me while still deep kissing me and i felt his growing hard cock press against me as one of his arms let go and went down to hook itself inside my rear waistband then further down and around my arse cheek before i felt his hand squeezing it.......this was our first real proper kiss and it felt so special - our saliva was on overdrive as well as my arse tingling like fuck and again i blurted out "please fuck me" - "i want you inside me"............Pauls finger found my wet hole and i felt his finger slide inside me and gently circle itself around and around just like Brandon had done before - "beautiful hole baby - just beautiful" he said as the circling became rougher - "im going to love being inside you " he proclaimed before pushing it right into me deeper - it was driving me wild so i pushed myself down to meet his finger thrusts and started moaning - my mind was lost with lust,deep kissing and getting fingered at the same time - "i want your cock inside me baby" i blurted out......i didnt care if Brandon heard me from inside the car and infact it felt like it was just Paul and i together all alone getting lost in the moment - i was in heaven. "lets get in the car" Paul said as our tongues and lips parted from their hot embrace and he opened the back passenger door to let me in.......christ knows how he had managed to do so without me noticing but my trouser belt buckle was undone and my zip was down and he flicked the fly button to fully open my trousers and told me to climb into the back seat which i done and as i was about to park my ass on the seat he told me to "get on my knees"......i remember briefly looking at Brandon in the front seat and he was watching everything and grinning ear to ear and with a flick of his lighter i could see he was heating his glass pipe up - "enjoy it" he said as he handed me the pipe instructing me to inhale deep like earlier,which i did - at the same time i was aware of Paul climbing into the back seat with me and pull the door shut behind him with a thud,then heard all 4 doors deadlock - Brandon let out a loud laugh and took the pipe off me then handed Paul the small bag of powder........Paul pulled my trousers down to expose my arse fully and by this point my head was down on the leather seat with my arse high in the air like a slut .......he pushed both my cheeks apart and started to lick and rim my hole "fuck me" is all i could manage to blurt out as i felt his tongue probing inside me and flicking around getting deeper each time - "gonna get you real wet" he said as he ate my hole,spitting on it a few times too........there was complete silence outside in the lane and it was almost pitch black - i could feel my heart thumping and almost hear my breathing.....the tina id inhaled was hitting me by now and i honestly felt like my hole was opening right up each time his tongue darted around inside me "i need you to fuck me right now" i blurted out almost impatiently like i was demanding and i heard Paul behind me shuffle about as he tried getting his trousers down while his tongue is still working me to get me wetter......he then stopped and i was aware of him fishing about in the small bag and knew what was to come next.

It was a slow Tuesday night at the Hollywood adult theater in Lake City. Just a handful of guys, none of whom wanted to stick their dick in my mouth. That was unfortunate. I really wanted to take a lovely prick in my mouth, nurse to a full erection and enjoy the taste of semen filling my mouth. I love sucking dick and I'm good at it. Too bad the closet cases and "straight" guys infesting the theater wouldn't let me show them a good time. I was sitting in the gay room alone, idly stroking my cock and watching a pretty boy take a rough raw fucking from a big dicked black guy. I envied the kid. I didn't have the guts to bareback and take loads like I really wanted to. I'd only had two raw cocks cream my ass, and that was only because I was really drunk. Both times I'd been anxious for months afterwards, until I tested negative. That didn't stop me from jerking off remembering the feel of a bare cock in me, the intensely arousing knowledge that the cock was spewing cum in my ass, the feel of it oozing out of my butt and the taste of it when I wiped it off with my fingers and licked them clean. Ah well, I hadn't been drinking that Tuesday night and would content myself to sucking and swallowing. Now, if some faggot would just allow me do that. The door to the theater slammed and few minutes later a middle-aged white guy walked in the room and looked around a bit and left. Figures, goes directly to the gay room, sees a queer with his cock out and leaves. Oh, well. Not long after that the guy came back and looked at me. He stepped directly in front of me, unzipped and took his cock out. I took my glasses off and licked my lips and he stepped forward and stuck his very nice uncut, soft dick in my mouth. At last, a fag who knows what he wants! I lovingly worshipped his prick. I love uncut cocks, especially when they're soft as they slide in my mouth. I love slipping my tongue under the foreskin and licking the head, enjoying the distinct tastes uncut guys get when they aren't too scrupulous about washing. Before long I had him fully hard, a lovely seven inches of moderately thick meat. Unfortunately he pulled out and walked away, stroking his length. Ah, shit! Tease me and walk off. Just my luck. I had just about just about decided to jerk off to the video when the guy came back and stuck his dick in my mouth again. I nursed him again and was starting to taste precum when he pulled out and sat down next to me. He turned his head to me and leaned forward. I did the same and he kissed me aggressively. I returned the kiss eagerly. I love making out with tops when they're as good at it as this guy was. He murmured in my ear "I want fuck you your ass." "Mmm, that would fun. What's your HIV status?" "I'm negative, tested last week." "Great. Use a condom." "Absolutely." He stood up, took a condom out of his pocket and rolled it on his cock. I checked and it was lubed. I stood up and assumed the position, bent over a chair back. "Let me open you up a little." A lubed finger slid in me and worked my ass, then another. He was a little rough and it hurt a little. He rubbed a thick lube in me and got me ready. Fingers pulled out, I felt the condom covered dick rub my asshole and shoved in hard. He was a hard, fast fuck, pounding my ass relentlessly. I was in heaven. He must have screwed me for 15 or 20 minutes. Finally, he humped in hard and held. "Breeding you, bitch! Knocking you up!" Those words puzzled me, no man had ever said that when he fucked me. Whatever, it was a great fuck. My ass was thoroughly reamed out. He pulled out of me and I sat down. He had pulled tissues out and was pulling the condom off his cock. I motioned to him and he stuck his wet cock in my mouth. I carefully licked and sucked him clean, enjoying the taste. Odd though, there was a tangy, greasy edge to it that I'd never tasted before. He leaned down and kissed me, smiling. "Thanks for a great fuck. Welcome to the club." He wrapped the condom with a tissue, dropped them in a nearby trash can and left. I sat with a pleasantly sore ass, puzzling over his last remark. Surely he could tell I had had dicks in my ass before. One of the guys who had watched me get fucked sat down and took my dick in his hands. Mmm, good. I'd love a blowjob or handjob while enjoying that freshly fucked feeling. We made out while we played with each other's cock. He was was large and hard and oozing precum. After a few minutes he broke off and whispered to me. "Do you know that guy?" "No, never saw him before. Why?" Do you know your HIV status? He's poz." The bottom dropped out of my stomach. He had lied to me. Never the less I responded "I'm neg, but that's ok, he used a condom." "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I saw him put it on, felt it when he was in my ass and saw him take it off and throw it in that trash can" pointing to the receptacle in which I had seen the top drop the condom and tissues. The guy reached over and gingerly fished out the tissues and condom, handed the wad of crumpled tissues to me saying simply "Check it." I unwrapped the tissues and looked. The condom was broken and bunched up. I felt the condom and felt what I thought was vaseline, then stood up and looked at the seat of the chair. There was a puddle there. I wiped some up and sniffed. Semen. The guy had doctored the rubber and shot a poz load in my ass. "Fuck. He shot in my ass." "Yeah. I thought as much. He's famous for stealthing guys." "How do you know he's poz?" "He told me. I'm poz too. He's fucked me before. I wish I'd had a chance to tell you. When he fingered your ass did it hurt?" "Yeah, it did. Usually I open really easy, with no pain. His nails were probably a little too long." "That was no accident. He was prepping you for his load. Scratching your asshole and rectum so you'd bleed and be more likely to get infected. I'm sorry, but my guess is that the virus is already in your bloodstream." "What can I do?" "Not much. Stock up on soup and electrolyte drinks. If you get the flu in the next few weeks it means you're infected. Go get tested later." I was sick to my stomach. I'd just been infected with HIV. My dick, however, was rock hard for the first time that evening. The guy next to me stroked my cock. "Odd reaction to getting stealthed." I was breathing hard. I realized that taking a poz load and almost surely getting infected had turned me on more than I'd been in ages. The hand on my cock felt great and I was about to shoot. I kissed the guy next to me and whispered to him "Fuck me and shoot another load of poz cum in me." My cock erupted when I said that. I really meant it. I was free. N o need to use condoms ever again or refuse any man's cock and cum. I was infected with HIV and didn't care if I got other diseases. "I'm really turned on watching you getting fucked and infected. I'd love to fuck your sloppy hole and make it a sure thing. Are you sure?" He held his hand to my mouth and I licked my last neg load from his fingers. I stood up, bent down, and licked the puddle of cum off the seat and tasted semen, assjuice and the coppery taste of blood. Infected, for sure. "Yes, do it. Make sure I'm knocked up." I bent over the back of the chair, reached back and spread my ass cheeks. The oozing head of his infected cock rubbed my asshole and he shoved in hard. My cock was rigid again, although usually it took a while to recover. I was so turned on knowing I had a dirty cock in me and was about to knowingly take dirty cum. He rammed his dick in me, fucking me as hard as the other guy had done earlier. I was in heaven, free at last to glory in pure faggot sex with no worries about anything but pleasing the cock in my ass. He hammered in and shuddered. I could feel his cock jerk and twitch and felt warm wetness in my guts. He moaned in my ear. "Pozzing your ass faggot! Fuckin' infecting you!" My cock twitched and I squirted my soon-to-be dirty cum onto the floor. One of the guys watching bent down and licked it up. My cock stayed hard. The guy rose from the floor, pulled a chair in front of me and bent over it. I stepped up and slid my newly infected cock in his ass. I wonder if he'd heard what the second poz guy had said to me and wondered if he cared. The guy was wet and I'd seen cum oozing out of him. I reveled in the feel of his slick asshole and the knowledge that my cock was bathed in strange cum. In spite of having shot two loads in a few minutes I emptied my balls in him quickly. I stayed in, enjoying the feel of his tight butt on my hard cock. Something nuzzled my well used asshole. I looked around and saw the first guy who'd fucked poz cum into me. He slid into my ass and whispered in my ear "How does it feel to be Another Infected Dicksucker, Son?"

The music is loud… some techno shit… not good not bad… I try to look like I belong in this place… I do not know the language but who cares… I am not here for the talking. In fact the more anonymous the better… I am a traveler. I am staying in this city for three nights and I intend to make the best of it… The moment I arrived I went to the hotel, jumped in the shower, cleaned inside- out, wore my worn out fuck jeans, no under wear, took my poppers in hand… and here I am in a bar at the center of the gay neighbourhood drinking my beer and gathering my strength to go downstairs where I know is the darkroom… I am not invisible… I am tall 6.3 black hair, moustache, with the confidence of an Alpha Top … Well I used to .. in my old days… Alas… not any more… now I know what I am … I am a cumdump… the men who like to breed a real man cunt, sure they have a good time with me… but again some not… no big deal… that’s is life… and I am OK with it… I usually smile, I say “I do not fuck… I like to get fucked and I only do bareback…” And when I say it I smile so no hurt feelings… And most of the guys are Ok with that. So life goes on… And the path of my life brought me here in this seedy leather bar. I see people look at me try to figure out what is the story behind my Mediterranean poker face… But none approaches and I approach no one either. Second beer… The bartender takes the tip with the smile. Europeans do not tip bartenders. “The fun is downstairs” he said in English. “I know” was my answer. No more talk… I went back to my corner. A man around his 50’s was standing opposite of me. Tall maybe a bit taller than me… Beard… Stocky… Nordic… In leather. Intense eyes. He is drinking his beer slowly. Looking at me… I took the challenge and I returned back the glance with the same intensity. His eyes showed nothing. He was good… A silent hunter. That is OK with me… I can wait… I won’t make the first move. If there is any kind of invitation it has to be from his part. That is the rules of the game. And I was right. He approaches me first. “Boy I need to piss… come downstairs… Now!!!” Yeap, he read me right. I followed him downstairs… he took a turn right to one of the booths… waited in the open door. I came closer. He kissed me… He knew how to kiss… Not soft not hard, but with dominance… I felt the taste of the beer. He took my hand and put it at his open fly… Damn… uncut and thick … the way I like it… Not soft but not hard either… He didn’t touch my cock at all… put his hand under trying to find my hole… He found the target easily…. “I’d love to piss in your hole…” “Go for it…” was my answer…. “Let’s find the sling”… We went thru the dark corridors… Men in the basement were walking back and forth from one wall to the other like ghosts… Hunting… for the next pray… for the next cock… for the next ass… I read their minds… They knew I was his… and with his walk in front of me he left no doubts … I was his… There was the sling… unoccupied… Didn’t take me long to take my trousers off… put it on the sling and lay on it… Took his lube… spread it around my hole then all over his thick tool… I was hard… but he stil hadn’t touch my cock.. I was not given permission to touch it either … Took my poppers out….. Nice buzz… He took his too… and then I felt his cockhead pressing my spinster… “Ready boy?” I loved the way he pushed it in… It hurt a bit but it was a nice kind of pain. My eyes locked in his… “Here it comes…” he said and then I felt it… Warm piss in my hole… And his eyes still there locked in mine. And yes a slight smile. There was another buzz … Damn chem piss…. My favourite kind…. “I love chem piss… “ I heard my self whispering while he still kept steel in my ass… “You like slamming boy?” he asked. “I love slamming Sir, but I cannot handle the needle myself… “ I said… “Good… I love slamming my boys…. Do you want to be my boy for tonight BOY?” How sweet of him… he was still pissing in my ass and slowly started to slide his thick cock inside my sloppy ass… He looked like he cared.. “Yes, Sir.... I can be anything you want me to be…” was all I said. And I meant it. “Do you want to be my slam whore for tonight boy?” So strange hearing a man calling me “Boy”… and somehow I felt a kind of peace in me… “Yes, Sir! I trust you…” He started fucking me faster… “You like my dick?” he asked. “Love your dick Sir” I answered back and I meant it. “Do you like my piss in you?” soft voice… taunting me.. teasing me… “Yes, Sir although I make a mess”… “No worries… we are not done yet… I will deliver the deed first... and then some more… we are not in a hurry… Are you in a hurry?” he was fucking me slowly… but not in the way to breed… just the way to feel my wetness inside me… and take the pleasure I was giving him… “No Sir, I am not in a hurry… I am your boy for tonight…” He smiled… nice teeth…. I liked that he was not afraid to smile… Most Tops don’t smile… I guess part of the mask… I don’t complain. I wear my masks as well… but this time I was Ok… I felt safe being a cumdump in a sleazy bar offering my ass to a complete stranger, talking English in an equal heavy accent as mine… And I meant it... I was his boy for tonight… That was clear in my mind… “You know what I want right now?” he asked again with his smooth whisper… “What?” “ A nice slam!” “Here?” “Yessssss while I am fucking you… Do you trust me?” My logic said no… but fuck logic… I took another big sniff from the poppers and instead of an answered I offered him my arm… “Good boy… “ was all he said… From one of his pockets he took one point… without taking his cock off from my ass he found the vein and I felt a small prick… He was good… I knew I was in good hands… I saw how he registered the point, the slight draw back of the blood entering the needle and then he pushed it all in… “There you go boy… fly away…” I heard my self coughing a bit… and then the buzz came like a wave… an electric wave … like flying… I felt like a leaf… ready to surrender on the wind… yes I was moving but it was the motions of the fucking… “Yes… be my slam whore”…. And the fucking became more intense…. He started to speak in his own language… Norwegian maybe? I didn’t care… I was lost in space… I felt poppers in my nostrils… He ordered me to breathe… And then he took four big snorts… The real fucking started…. He was close… “Look at me whore” he demanded… I looked at him … he was so beautiful… and like an invisible mirror I saw I was beautiful in his eyes, as well… I was where I was born to be… In a sleazy bar getting fucked and slammed by a stranger…. “Ready for my poz load, Boy? Beg for my Poz load…. “ “Give me your Poz load” I said. “Louder!!!!” He screamed… “GIVE ME YOUR POZ LOAD” I heard my voice screaming… That was all he wanted to hear…. And he gave it to me… With a bark … Like a wolf… like a tortured demon, he unleased in full force his seed deep in me… The noise of the sling was our only music... and then there was nothing else but our breaths… the ship finally came to port after a fight with the storm… I felt his hands on my lips… I sucked his fingers… tasted his cum and piss and my ass juice… nice… then I felt his hand on my hair… gentle touch… so unexpected... so out of place... so right... “Thank you” he said… “Thank you “ I answered back… “Let’s get some water… We are not done yet… “ Then I knew he was a man of his words… I was his Boy for the night… And the night was not done yet…

As I reached the top step and turned towards my top floor condo, a paper on my neighbors’ door caught my eye. I smiled as I read the eviction notice. For the past 18 plus months, the couple in condo 314 had made enemies of every tenant on the floor, not to mention anyone who met them in the laundry room, mail room or had the distinct bad luck of living below them. So it was no great shock that in the 36 hours I had been out of town on business, they had been booted for noise, delayed payment, suspicious activity, and about a dozen other violations of the co-op agreement. It wasn’t until a few days later, while I was collecting a package, that I discovered that management had reached the end of their patience when a maintenance man witnessed the female in the couple, brandishing a knife, chasing the half-naked male across the lawn in front of the rental office. It puzzled me as to why this tussle was different from the similar arguments I’d seen a handful of times, when they explained that the half-naked male was naked on his bottom half. My laughter continued all the way back to my stairway, only stopped by the image of a sweaty shirtless 6 foot tall teen hunk coming down and walking off towards a moving van. Taking the steps two at a time, I managed to position myself in a chair at the perfect angle out my living room window to watch as the shirtless guy and some equally hunky buds made their way to and from the truck, over and over again. Upon review, I could tell the first guy I’d witnessed was closer to 25 than 18, but only when his chest hair caught some sunlight, revealing a tattoo of a crucifix on his right pectoral. His small beer gut also hinted towards adulthood, as it was probably acquired from one too many frat parties, or perhaps a habit of drinking everyday after the whistle blew at some blue collar job. Otherwise his youthful smile, round cheeks and tight bubble butt would have had me convinced he was a freshman at the university up the road. Tempting as it was to offer a hand, a glass of lemonade or a ride on my 9 inches of thick circumcised cock meat, I knew I was better to watch from the shadows and collect jerk material for later. No reason I couldn’t enjoy a bowl though, as long as I didn’t light the torch where it would reveal my voyeuristic perch. Once the bowl was finished, the Tina kicked in, and I was aching to find some hot young ass to spew full of some chemmed-up seed, driving me to leave the window and move to my computer screen. The timing was probably perfect anyway, as the sun was setting quickly and I could hear the moving truck driving away no more than 15 minutes later. Less than an hour after that, I found a 19 year old bio major sucking white smoke from the business end of my pipe, while taking all nine inches into his sweet smooth ass. It was easy to get the curious college boys to come over once they saw the photos of my 6’3” tall frame, 46” chest, 15” arms, 32” waist and previously mentioned dick. This naive twink had originally begged me to go slow, use a condom, let him suck me off instead, yadda yadda yadda; but I just kept loading more shards into the pipe and stuffing more laced lube in his pooper until he was too fucked up to say anything other than “Fuck me! Faster! Harder!” I did as he commanded, blowing not one, not two, but three heavy loads into his innocent hole before kicking his ass to the curb a few hours after his arrival. His wide eyes kept looking into mine as I threw him his clothes, slid on some basketball shorts and told him to get the fuck out, shocked that I had so quickly transformed from a passionate cum-dispensing power top to cool-headed unconcerned asshole. I watched from my doorway as his head slid down the stairwell and out of sight, looking up just in time to see my new neighbor open the door and pull the same move on some equally innocent blonde bimbo. She ran down the steps in tears when she realized someone was watching her walk of shame. I had to admire my new neighbor’s nonchalant attitude towards her used pussy and I wondered briefly if she was running fast enough to pass my own discarded boy-toy. My neighbor might have had the same thought as he smiled too, making us both laugh, and step into the hall to introduce ourselves. “Hey man, nice to meet ya, I’m Pete.” I was elated that he was in fact, the same young stud I had first spotted downstairs, and he looked just as good the second time around, if not better. He smelled of axe body spray, cum, and lube; and was covered in a fine sheen of sweat as well as brown fuzzy hair on his head, chest and legs. Bright green eyes, a straight nose and boyish smile made him look like a 15-year-old from the neck up, but his work-built chest and arms, the black and red crucifix tattoo and a packed pair of white CK boxer-briefs made him all man from the neck down. My gaze lingered a second too long on the spot of precum forming at the head of his semi-hard dick, causing him to retreat into his apartment for a pair of shorts, inviting me to join him. He didn’t close the door to his bedroom as he stripped away the white fabric, connected to his dick by a string of semen. I had to tuck my own re-hardening cock into the waist of my jockstrap when he bent over to put on a pair of board shorts with nothing under them, granting me a glimpse of his tight fuzzy hole. As he turned to come back into the living room, I pretending to be checking out his balcony view before plopping unceremoniously on his couch. Another smile crossed my face when I realized the pillow I’d sat next to was hiding a pipe like my own, as well as a sack of goodies. His face went pale when he turned to sit too and noticed my discovery, and my raised eyebrow. The perverted asshole in me knew from the look of fear on his face that I could have blackmailed him into all sorts of dirty deeds at that moment, but I laughed, grabbed the lighter, and torched the bowl, taking a HUGE hit. He exhaled at the same time I did, relieved that he was not going to get evicted or have the cops called on him. “I wondered if you were a partier, especially when I heard you going to town on some pussy for hours. That’s why I called Sheila. My dick was so hard hearing your bitch scream I decided to torch up with my fuck buddy and see if I could compete!” He took a hit as big as mine, but coughed as it came out, obviously new to partying, but hoping to seem as cool as me. “Hate to burst your bubble Pete, but my pussy was a dude. Sweet little 19 year old fuck who thought he was coming over for romance and cuddling, before I raped him, that is,” I took another hit, while Peter went from wide-eyed to laughing. “Shit dude! That is fucking hilarious! Sheila, that blonde piece of trash with the cum running down her legs, was expecting the same thing, but I told her after my second load,” He bragged. “‘I smoked you out, and filled you up, what more do you want,’ and you should have seen how she pouted and bitched on her way out of here!” “I could tell dude! And if you’d been out two minutes earlier, you would have seen what’s-his-name leaking THREE of my loads while doing the same walk of shame,” both of us laughed at our shared experience of using a high bitch on a Saturday night. We passed the pipe around for a few hours and chatted about a bunch of shit, before he decided to call it a night, and I decided to call another unsuspecting jizz bag I’d met at a club. As I used the laced lube to pound a load into a medical student who was too high and mighty to smoke my favors, I thought about Peter, and wondered if he could hear the squeals coming from the blond gym bunny I was breeding. I only came out of my fantasy of Pete joining us and eventually becoming my steady cum-dumpster, when the drugged pre-med gym boy asked me to pull out before coming. Just for that I made sure to rape him especially hard when I pumped his ass full for the second time. His pupils were the size of his anus when I shoved him into the hallway, and I swear I heard my new neighbor chuckle when pre-med asked if we could do it again. For the next three months, life went on, with me splitting days at the office and the gym, and Pete splitting them between classes to get his business grad degree and working as a stock boy for best buy. We both lived for the weekends when almost every Saturday night we sat on his or my couch, rehashing our last twelve hours of fucking. Thank God Pete had grown up with a gay uncle and seemed totally unfazed by my talk of using the local college boys, and didn’t seem to mind that I got hard whenever he told me about his latest co-ed conquest. This also gave me a chance to find out all about him, discovering his background growing up with a single mother, working construction at 14 to make cash to buy a car and save up for school, putting himself through undergrad, and eventually discovering the joys of partying when he started dating a girl who dealt. It wasn’t until one night in fall that things began to change. Pete had been laid-off by the box store for a failed UA, which meant no money for drugs once his school bills, rent and expenses were paid. I was happy to provide a random bowl to the boy now and then, but we both realized he was too comfortable when he walked in on my dick balls deep in some ass. I would have been more upset but the interruption turned on the football stud I was fucking, causing his ass to tighten. My load shot in him right as Pete’s jaw dropped. Normally you’d think a straight guy would run for the hills, but football boy lit up the pipe and motioned for Pete to take a hit, which seemed to be all the invitation he needed to stick around and smoke. I knew some of Pete’s regular pussy had dried up when he could no longer afford Tina, but it had never occurred to me he might be so hard up as to try some dude ass. Sadly, I think the football stud was too butch, so Pete only stayed to smoke the rest of the bowl, before I went back to the ass at hand, and he went back to his apartment. The rest of my fuck session, the wheels were turning in my head, wondering how I could turn all these factors to my advantage. Once I kicked the linebacker out, Pete came over and apologized profusely, at which point I made it clear that I was not a dealer, and would no longer be loading bowls for him. I waited until he looked defeated before pretending to take pity on him by saying he could always still join me for a bowl when I was loading it for a hook-up. Sure enough, my plan worked like a charm. Although all the boys I hooked up with were muscular, I knew I’d need to find a smooth one, who was more on the swimmer’s build side if I was going to keep Pete from running away as soon as the pants came off. The next weekend I invited over a slightly effeminate teenager I’d met when he and some high school friends finished swimming at my gym’s pool When he arrived, I warned him that my “hot, straight neighbor” might be joining us for some partying before he got fucked. He said that was fine, since he wasn’t even sure he was in the mood to get fucked (yeah right), and was only looking to try partying. As soon as the smooth sweet boy crossed my threshold around lunchtime, Pete was knockin’ at my door. He seemed nervous with my young guest eyeing him, until the first hit crossed his lips, becoming loose and happy. Before the first bowl was through, the prudish teen was sliding his hand down my shorts and whispering how badly he needed to see my monster dick. I loaded fat bowl number two and asked Pete if he minded us getting started. His mouth wanted to say for us to stop, but the pipe in my hands made him say “no problem.” Pete tried to keep his eyes on the bi-bareback porn on my 55” plasma, and away from the slowly undressing teen boy only three feet away, but it was no use. I could tell he was enthralled when the boy slid off his jeans and briefs, uncovering a peaches and cream colored butt. I made sure to keep the boys ass facing Pete as he sank to his knees and unzipped my shorts. Usually nothing can distract me from the first moment a new boy takes my cock into his mouth, but instead I watched Pete’s shock while the teenager popped out my beast. I tried to be discrete while I watched Pete’s reaction to me getting an inexperienced blow/hand job, but his eyes were so locked into my big throbbing cock that fire works could have been going off and he’d never have noticed. I cleared my throat, making him jump, before my eyes motioned to the pipe he’d been holding, and not smoking ever since my cock appeared. He took a hit before shakily handing me the pipe. I shot gunned into the boy’s mouth before pushing his head back down onto my cock, and then slid my other hand down his back and worked a spit-covered digit three knuckles deep up his hole. He tried to cough up my cock and wriggle away from my second finger, but I just pushed his head down further. Pete’s hand was now down his pants, stroking what seemed to be a good seven or eight inch cock, as far as his carpenter’s jeans would reveal. Reaching to the side table, I grabbed my laced lube and slathered some over my fingers before returning to the teenage hole. It must have burned when the mix of tina, lube and my three fingers pierced his hole, but he stopped complaining once the stuff kicked in. I was in hog heaven, with a blond twink swallowing most of my prick, backing his ass up, trying to swallow my hand, while Pete seemed a second away from whipping out his cock and beating it right there. I needed to push him over the edge, so I got his attention and told him to load another bowl. While he grabbed my sack and loaded bowl number three, I pulled blondie to standing, kicked his legs apart and had him straddle my waist. He thought it was time to make out, but no way was I going to miss the show across the coffee table. I pulled the boys head to the side and chewed on his neck, while I lined my cock up to his hole. Pete took a gigantic hit and almost choked to death exhaling it, but never closed his eyes as my cock forced its way into the hole perched above it. The teen cried out and tried to back off of it, but I reached out and grabbed the pipe from Pete’s hand just in time to pass it to the boy, distracting him. Pete muttered something that sounded like “fuck yeah,” as the boy took a big hit and shot gunned it to me. Once the boy set down the pipe, I gripped both of his small hands behind his back in my right hand, grabbed him by the neck with my left and punched most of my cock into his ass. I covered his mouth with mine just in time to catch his scream, which was the deciding moment for Peter. In a flash, Pete’s jeans and boxer briefs were at his knees and his right hand began to pound away at a respectable 7 and a half inch cock. I pounded the teen’s ass in rhythm with Pete, as I took in the awesome sight. Shining with sweat like the rest of him, his hard on was not too thick, cut, with a slight bend in it, topped by a perfect fat head, surrounded by trimmed pubes, except for his big sagging balls, which he had shaved smooth. Pity, I thought, once I seduced and trained him, I’d make sure he didn’t trim so I’d have something to tug on when he is bad. I thought I could have been eternally satisfied just from this glancing moment of masturbation, until he hocked a loogey into his other hand, slicked it around his middle finger, and sank it up his hole, pounding it in and out in sync with me. I locked eyes with him briefly, and mouthed “one more finger,” and like a good hypnotized slave, he added another. His face tensed up and I worried momentarily that I’d pushed too far, too fast, until I recognized that face, and glanced down just in time to see a week’s worth of cum start shooting all over his chest, neck, chin and even a drop on his lips. His fingers popped from his hole making a squish sound, while his lungs worked over time to recover from his massive release. With sweat dripping from his brown hair all the way down his pecs and mingling with his cum load, he looked exactly as I’d pictured him, only real. One drop of sweat from his nose hit his lip next to the cum, and, without thinking, his tongue snaked out and lapped up both. Upon seeing him unknowingly swallow his sperm, my balls jumped, and I pushed the teen all the way down on my dick, having briefly forgot that he was not as slutty as the football stud or some of my other regulars. He cried out loudly as he hopped off my cock, turning around and revealing his hard on to Peter. As if the spell had been broken, Peter’s eyes focused on the boy’s 5 inch almost hairless penis and revealed panic. The teenager began to bitch about it hurting and needing a break as he took a hit and smiled at Peter, who was already dressed and using the boy’s tee shirt to wipe off his cum. Stammering about homework, Peter took one last horrified look before tossing the shirt back in the room and making his escape. “That was weird, where’d he have to go?” The twink’s question made me furious, mostly because I somehow blamed him for scaring Pete away. I threw the boy over my shoulder and carried him into my bedroom, tossing him on the bed. I told him to shut his eyes, and like a fool he did so, just long enough for me to handcuff him to the headboard. I fucked his hole for four hours, all while envisioning Pete’s cum shot. I’ve never used a new hole the way I used his that afternoon, but I didn’t regret a moment of it, even when he screamed so loud I had to back hand him or when he left in tears. (He called me two days later to see if I’d do it again, so I’m pretty sure he didn’t regret it either.) I was about to jump in the shower, when I heard a knock at my door. Oh great, I thought, blondie is back to cry some more. Nothing ever surprised me more or made me happier than finding a shirtless, smiling Pete. Part 2 “So is the blond bitch gone?” Pete said, walking past me into the living room, picking up my pipe and taking a hit. “Yeah, just kicked his ass out. Figured five loads was enough in one teenager today.” I snatched up my sack and offered to load a fresh bowl. “Five? Nice! Sorry I couldn’t stick around, just had to peace-out after that.” Pete said, watching me start the fresh bowl, and licking his lips, reminding me of the cum he’d eaten off of them earlier. “No worries, just figured you freaked getting off while I fucked a dude and you fingered yourself” I tried to gauge from his smoke intake whether or not this would send him back into the awkward guilty phase he’d been in earlier, but his smooth exhale revealed nothing. “Nah man, I’ve had plenty of fingers up my ass before.” This time I coughed, choking more on his words than my smoke. “HA! I figured that’d blow your mind man. I never told you cause I figured you’d try and pull some gay shit on me, but I’ve been fingering my ass since a friend showed me a book that mentioned it when I was 14, man! And you know there is nothing better than having some bitch fiddling with your hole when you cum in her twat…or, well I guess you don’t know. But seriously, I just got weirded out cause I forgot you were fucking a dude till right that second. I’m expecting him to turn around with tits and twat, and instead I get abs and cock, it threw me.” I laughed, and suddenly all was right in the world again. Pete began coming over whenever I had company, unless the guy wasn’t into partying or something, in which case I’d tell him I was busy and he’d wait for the dude to leave. Mostly, he’d smoke a bowl, and leave as the action got started or just ignore it until we moved to the bedroom and he’d disappear across the hall. Sometimes, if the guy was feminine enough or could really suck and ride my cock, Pete would stick around, although it took months for him to get comfortable enough to start jerking in front of me again. One Friday night a top buddy of mine and I went club hopping and brought back a sweet young freshman. Smooth from his eyebrows down for swim team, and only about 5’5”, he was begging to lose his innocence with his black curly hair, full lips, and crystal blue eyes. He kept the hair in a masculine style, and dressed very manly, but it did little to hide how pretty he was. Once we got him back, my buddy admitted to slipping some g in the boy’s drink, which explained why he had gone from uptight and against everything to care-free, and into anything. Soon enough he was stripped down, and putting on a thong with the superman logo on the crotch that he found in my underwear drawer. We immediately called him Superboy, which made him giggle and start in on some story, so we kept his mouth busy with the pipe and our cocks. Usually Pete was out trolling for tail on Fridays, but around 30 mins after we got home, I received a text from him, asking if he could stop by and smoke. I figured this wouldn’t be his scene, until I looked up and realized that, in his thong, superboy looked very fem, especially with my cock in his mouth, purring around my cock as my buddy ate his pink hairless hole. I texted okay. Two minutes later, after a slight pause when he realized I wasn’t alone, Peter was perched in an arm chair, hands in his ball shorts, growing a sizable puddle of precum and sucking at the pipe. My buddy tried to get him to join us when Superboy went to use the bathroom, at which point Pete explained he was only there to look, not touch. My buddy laughed and asked him if he wanted any G then. Pete looked stumped till I explained what it was. He probably would have answered no, but my buddy knew Pete’s type, and mentioned that the three of us has had double what we’d give him. Truthfully, between Superboy, my buddy and me, we had taken double the amount Peter would get, we just didn’t specify that most of it had been unknowingly taken by Superboy. Pete, true to form, replied "Okay, I'm sure I can handle a small dose." Superboy got back just in time to see Pete make a face as he swallowed a cap full of G. At this point I’d had enough of prepping Superboy’s ass, and decided it was ready for dick. Without removing his super thong, I pulled him into my lap, pushed aside the thong strap and shoved my lubed fingers into his hole. Luckily his mouth was full of my buddy, so he couldn’t scream if he wanted to. Working quickly from two to three to four digits, I whipped them all out, before replacing them with about eight inches of my cock. Superboy flailed and tried to escape, but my buddy would have none of it, holding his arms while I began to thrust up and down, in and out of the hairless pink hole. From Pete’s angle in the arm chair, I was sure it looked exactly the same as if two 30 year old straight guys were pounding a short-haired high school girl. The illusion was further perfected by Superboy’s nipples pointing straight out from our twists and pulls, not to mention the fact his small pecs could be interchangeable with a young girl’s breasts. I wondered if I could get Pete to join in if I’d had a bra or a wig on super boy, but was surprised to glance over and find Pete fully nude, fingers in his ass, pounding away on his dick. My buddy had his back to Pete, which was probably the only thing saving Pete’s ass from getting raped. This didn’t stop Superboy’s ass from a raping though, as I was now standing upright, pounding away at his hole, all the way in and out each time. My buddy couldn’t stand it, and decided to pull Superboy off his cock just long enough to flip him around. My moan of disappointment was matched only by Superboy’s whimper, until my buddy shoved his extremely fat 7 inch dick into his hole. Superboy babbled something unintelligible just long enough for me to tell him to shut up before I had my cock deep in his unwilling throat. My eyes dared not linger on Pete, since I didn’t know if I should draw any attention to his frantic, passionate hand job, but I could see enough to know he seemed frustrated that he hadn’t shot yet. He once told me he couldn’t cum when he’d tried weed and tina together, and I figured the gina/tina combo was having the same effect. This didn’t stop his dick from pouring buckets of precum out over his fist, to the point where he was scooping it up in his other hand and using it as anal lube, which gave my balls a tingle. Now the main reason I didn’t often join my buddy in threesomes was his stamina. When I party, I like to fuck for hours, sometimes even a whole day. He was more the type to get the hottest ass he could, and fuck it savagely till he dropped his load, then bail. And that’s precisely what happened. Instead of watching for warning signs and suggesting he pull out or take a break, I was trying to discreetly watch Pete while choking Superboy till he was red in the face. So when I heard my buddy yell ‘I’m gonna fuckin cum!’ I knew I was too late. Superboy pulled away just long enough to try mumble something. “Don’t in me, no cum, Don’t cum in me!” Too late I thought as my buddy’s fingers gripped tightly into Superboy’s hips. He was balls deep shooting a thick juicy load where no man had shot before. Superboy whimpered but I shoved him back on my cock as my buddy finished cumming and slowly pulled out. Pete was suddenly aware of how naked he was, and pulled his underwear up over his leaking dick. I groaned a little when I saw that unlike his usual CK boxer briefs, he was wearing a pair of silky tighty-whiteys. The material bulged conspicuously around his hard on, but didn’t let his precum seep through as I expected. “Well boys, I’ve lubed him up for you, so get some man hole while the getting’s good.” My buddy slid on his jacket as the final layer of clothing, picked up some Tina from the table, and pushed it deep into Superboy’s ass. He reached down to get the G, before noticing Pete, who still couldn’t keep his hands off of his brief-encased stiffy. “I’m gonna leave the Gina for you boys, just in case.” He winked at me as he said this, and headed out the door. I released Superboy from my dick finally, which allowed him to slip his button down shirt over his exposed shoulders, buttoning a single button near his pectoral muscles and was surprised that he still seemed eager to keep going. “Lets smoke another bowl, but can we do it in the bedroom? It’s not comfortable getting fucked standing up.” He smiled and grabbed my dick. Pete looked worried, since the bedroom was usually his cue to leave. “You’re welcome to join us for some more,” I said, indicating the pipe and baggy I was collecting for the journey. “I dunno, if you guys want your privacy-” Pete stood nervously, while still palming his hard on. “Not even a little bit man,” Superboy knelt and began dividing the remaining Tina on the coffee table into two lines. “I’m down for whatever, whoever, whemever, I mean whenever. Fuck this stuff has my head flying.” “You guys finish those lines and I’ll get us some drinks and we’ll all meet in the bedroom.” I walked into the kitchen with the Gina, Tina, pipe and torch, quickly mixing some rum and cokes, both Pete’s and Superboy’s with a little extra Gina. I looked out into the living room as I balanced all the goodies and drinks on a tray, and witnessed Superboy refusing to move to let Pete do his line. “if you want this line, you’ll have to come get it.” Pete moved in behind Superboy, laying his full front, woody and all, against Superboy’s ass and back. I heard Pete’s loud sniff, but watched as he continued to press his weight against the tight smooth buns below him. “I’m straight dude,” Pete said, almost too quietly for me to overhear. “That’s cool, just think of me as your high-school sweat heart until I’m done with this bump.” Superboy sniffed his line, while pulling one of Pete’s hands around him, under his shirt and onto his girlish nipple. They both swayed slightly as Superboy finished the line and leaned back till they were upright and moaning quietly. Pete’s other hand dropped between them and I wondered where it was headed until I heard Superboy’s moans. “Uhhhh, yeah, finger my pussy.” Superboy and Pete held that position for a minute, making my dick throb and produce a nice thick drop of semen, which I caught in Pete’s glass before it could sag to the counter. Superboy’s hands were now working their way behind him, probably all over Pete’s cock. Finally I coughed and walked with the tray and goodies into the bedroom. As if they’d been caught robbing a bank, both boys shot to standing and began to walk in behind me, although Pete’s hand remained between Superboy’s cheeks. “Pete, can you grab the torch from in there when you come,” I said, causing Pete to finally pull out his cummy finger, and turn around, searching for a torch he wouldn’t find. Superboy joined me in the bedroom, and, as planned, I took this moment to push my plans further. “You are so fucking sexy, you are making me so hard, and I really want to see my friend Pete fuck you, would you like that?” I whispered into his ear while undoing his shirt button, and tying the shirt tales into a loose knot. This gave a hint of shadow on Superboy’s chest, which looked more and more like ladies cleavage, especially with his hard nips poking out under the material. "Fuck yes," he replied, "but he said he was straight,” whispered Superboy as I ran my fingers through his curls, making a few ringlets fall over his brow. “Don’t worry about that, just make sure you don’t hold back on screams and moans when I’m fucking you. And if you get the chance, suck his dick, but don’t let him cum, okay?” He nodded okay and climbed onto the big bed, taking the pipe and hitting it. “Oh here it is Pete, never mind.” I shouted to him, while putting in a bi porn on the 48” tv in my room, one which featured two bigger dudes fucking a slim, smooth teenage girl who looked similar to Superboy (except for Superboy’s thong-covered Tina dick). Pete came in right as the film started, stroking his cock through his tight briefs. I handed Pete the pipe and his drink, and then slid onto the bed between Superboy’s legs. I began kissing his sweet chest and pulled the shirt aside just enough to suck on one nipple. Superboy moaned, ignoring the pipe Pete was trying to hand to him. I grabbed it instead and shot gunned a huge hit to Superboy. “Why do you do that?” I looked at Peter when he asked the question? He was sitting on the bed next to me and Superboy, stroking his hard on and fingering his tight hole. I shoved a few fingers in Superboy’s ass and handed him the pipe while I answered. “It is like getting a second hit. You inhale what the other person exhales and get twice as high.” Peter looked skeptical. “If you wanna try it and see, take a shot gun from Superboy here.” Superboy was about to light up, giggled at his nickname, and smiled at Pete. Pete, looking conflicted, downed most of his rum and coke (and g) and nodded in agreement. He leaned down to Superboy’s soft lips and took the shot gun. His lips floated a half inch from Superboy’s, until I “accidentally” pushed his head down so they kissed while it happened. Pete didn’t stop kissing Superboy as he re-exhaled the smoked from his nose. Meanwhile, I had slipped Superboy’s legs over my shoulders, and began to fuck his ass. I pulled Superboy to the end of the bed with my dick still in his ass, breaking his kiss with Pete. Flipping Superboy on this stomach, with my dick still in him, I began fucking him harder while taking a big hit. To my shock, Pete sat up, finished his drink, and leaned in to shot gun with me. This time, he went in fully and our lips met as I exhaled into his sucking mouth. He exhaled back into mine while I held his head close and continued to make out with him. At this angle, Pete’s dick was close enough to Superboy’s mouth, that he easily began to suck his dick. Pete moaned as we continued to kiss, and I played with his nipples and chest hair while I fucked Superboy’s ass. Pete reached behind himself and began to finger his hole with three fingers, which gave Superboy an idea. He grabbed my hand that was on Pete’s chest, put it on Pete’s cock, and then slid his head beneath Pete’s open legs and began rimming and fingering his hole, all of which I could see in the dresser mirror behind them. This was far too hot for me, and suddenly I could feel my load surging into my urethra and out into Superboy’s ass. “Fuck I’m cumming inside him,” I said, pulling away from the kiss. Pete’s eyes widened as he looked down and grabbed my balls, feeling them pulse into Superboy’s ass. His hand on my nether regions made me cum even harder, and I pulled him back into a kiss as I stroked his cock. Finally his squeezing and Superboy’s ass was too much, so I pulled out and excused my self into the bathroom. Splashing cold water on my face, I could hear rearranging in the bedroom and I was afraid Pete might be trying to leave. I peeked-out the door and smirked as I saw Superboy forcing Pete onto his back, straddling his hard cock, and sinking it into his hole. “No, I’m straight man, we can’t do…” He trailed off, the G obviously impairing his thought process. His hips involuntarily began thrusting up into Superboy, and I walked out to join them. Pete was so high he barely noticed me taking a few big hits off the pipe in a row and shot gunning them into his mouth. He repeatedly sucked on my tongue and made out with me after each hit, becoming more and more open to my ministrations. I moved down between his legs and inserted a large crystal as far up his ass as my fingers could go, happy to see that his butt was thoroughly cleaned out, probably from his Friday night ritual of fuck prep, in case some girl fingered him. I worked my thick fingers into his hole while Superboy worked his ass up and down over the hard on. The frustration was beginning to show on Pete’s face when four of my fingers were inside him and he was still no closer to cumming. Time for the pièce de résistance in my brilliant plan. Earlier in the evening Superboy said he had an early swim practice the next morning and absolutely had to leave by 3:00 A.M. I pulled out of Pete’s ass and walked into the living room and began to collect Superboy’s clothes into a neat pile by the bathroom door, while writing a text. Returning to the bedroom, I pulled my strategically placed briefs off my clock radio, revealing that it was almost 4:00. “Hey boy, didn’t you need to leave by 4:00?” I reminded Superboy while taking a big hit and shot-gunning it into Pete’s mouth. “Fuck it. I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” Reluctantly I pulled away from Pete’s sweet lips. The little shit was going to ruin my plan. “Are you sure? I texted my buddy and he said he’d be happy to come back and give you a ride to the dorms, he lives only a few minutes away, so he should be here any minute.” The idea he might get a free ride seemed to pause his drug-filled mind. Right on time my doorbell rang, and sure enough, it was my buddy. Just like I figured, he’d had enough time away to get hard again, and seeing Pete fuck Superboy had him naked in no time. Superboy screamed a little as my buddy’s cock slid in to Superboy’s ass next to Pete’s cock, but it only took a moment for him to get used to it before he begged for more. I knew he’d be sore and ripped apart tomorrow, but if anything that only made me happier, especially seeing how hard his previously tiny cock had gotten. I focused all my attention on my buddy for the next five minutes, rimming his hole and pinching his nips. Finally he grunted and began to shoot into Superboy again, fucking him so hard he fell forward, and Pete’s cock slipped out into the cool air. Superboy kissed Pete and jerked his own cock, before spewing a small load onto Pete’s belly, which hardly fazed Peter. My buddy, as habit would predict, was ready to go. It was a good thing Superboy’s clothes were neatly stacked, otherwise he wouldn’t have been dressed in time to get the ride I promised. Before Pete could even sit up, Superboy and my Buddy were gone, supposedly to drop him off, but more likely ending up with Superboy chained to my buddy’s headboard for another load. Pete groggily sat up and sucked at the pipe I was lighting for him, eagerly exhaling into my mouth before kissing me deeply. “Damn man, I rurly wunted to cum in thet cunt, but my dick wudn’t shooooot.” Pete was the perfect mix of high and g-drunk, stroking his cock and fingering his hole as best he could in that state. “Well I might be able to get you off if you’ll let me try something Pete.” I said, before taking another hit and shot gunning it into his mouth. He wrapped an arm around my neck causing our chests to rub together. Giving in, I rolled around with him on the bed for a few moments, before repeating my offer. “Hmmm? Zure, goferit.” Pete said before kissing me again. He seemed to be really into making out now. He’d told me once it was his favorite thing to do when he was drunk and about to fuck some girl, and although I usually didn’t enjoy it very much, I was hard as a rock knowing I was one of two guys who had kissed him, and would be the first to make him cum while doing it. He whined a little as I pushed him back onto the bed, and spread his legs. I easily worked four fingers into his hole, and every time I pressed one against his prostate, it elicited a moan and some precum, which I used to lube my cock. Neither his dick or mine had ever been as large as they were now, at least to my knowledge, so I prayed I wouldn’t have to work too hard to force my fat dick inside him. Luckily, the booty bump I’d given him, combined with his g-state worked like a charm. “Oh fuck.” Was all he could mutter while I slid my entire cock, inch by inch, into his tiny hole, his knees bent over my forearms. His eyes were screwed shut, but he didn’t seem to be in any pain that I could see. His cock throbbed and leaked more precum than before, and I only paused for a quick hit and shot gun before beginning my assault. He clawed at my shoulders and made out with me like a starving whore while I worked my way from sweet gentle love making to hardcore ass breeding. I wouldn’t allow his hands near his cock, since I could feel his prostate pulsing with each thrust. Sweat began to pour off of me in buckets as I pounded away, covering us both in a sweet smelling sheen. “Open your eyes Peter, and look at the cum dump you’ve become.” I sat up, hooked Pete’s ankles over my shoulders and began my nastiest, rough fuck while Pete’s eyes locked onto my root disappearing under his balls with each stroke. He looked away, presumably in shock or disgust, only to catch a better view in the dresser mirror. “Oh fuck, yer all thuh way in.” He slurred, reaching up and jacking his dick. I glanced up and witnessed the same thing, and knew it would only take a moment for my balls to empty. Silently, I prayed I’d get him off too, but honestly, I was getting mine in the ass I’d coveted for months, so what did I care? So I sped up, and lifted my self further onto him , so he was now bent in half, getting fucked deeper than almost any boy in the bed before him, and jerking his cock only a few inches from his own mouth. “Oh shit, Erm Comma!” His indiscernible moaning meant little to me, until I felt his hole spasm, and looked down in time to catch one, two, three…in total eight streams of white jizz paint his pecs, neck, chin, lips and tongue. This started my own orgasm and I barely remained conscious while pumping my biggest (at least it felt like my biggest) load ever into his previously virgin hole. I collapsed next to him, with his legs splayed awkwardly, one under me, the other on my legs. Smiling, Peter licked the cum from his lips, and I quickly scooped more up, rubbing it on my own face. He leaned in and we made out some more, while I made him suck up every drop of cum he’d spilled. “Derit agen.” He said, half asleep a few minutes after we’d stopped kissing, now spooned with my hard on against his ass. “Excuse me jizzrag, did you say something?” I said, while jerking his dick back to hardness. His eyes lazily opened, he grabbed my cock, and sloppily tried to insert it back into his hole. “Do it Uhgen. Pleeeeeez.” Aha, do it again please. I smirked, lined up my dick with his hole and forced it back in. He whimpered and tried to roll out from under me, possibly regretting this request, but I was going to “derit agen” now, one way or another. I rolled on top of him and used his hole some more, first doggie style, then on his stomach, and finally with him bent over the side of the bed. I came twice more inside him before rolling him on to the bed and discovering a small jizz slick where he’d cum from rubbing against the bedspread while I pounded his pussy. I made him lick it up, and upon seeing his ass in the air and tongue slurping up his load, I couldn’t help fucking him full of a fourth final load as the sun rose outside my window. I smoked another bowl with him while trying to understand what he was mumbling about. “Thet wuz duh best fuck ever bruh.” He was sober enough now to stand and slide his briefs back on, before stumbling out to the living room to find the rest of his clothes. “Best ever huh? You think you want to try it again?” I said, shot gunning more smoke into his mouth. Now he pulled away once the smoke had cleared from his mouth, telling me he was aware enough to avoid kissing. “Yez, I wanna cum in that lul smooth super guy necks time ok?” He was fully dressed now, and taking a hit. I turned his mouth towards me for a shot gun, but he turned away and exhaled. The spell was broken. “I needs to get sum sleep, k? See ya lates.” He stumbled across the hall into his apartment, which he’s apparently left unlocked for the whole time. I was too wired to sleep, so instead I went into my bedroom and pulled a remote from behind the headboard. A few buttons pushed, and suddenly I was watching the view from my hidden camera, beginning when Superboy came into the bedroom. I laid back and began to jerk, loaded another bowl, and puffed while chatting with some cum-sluts online until I passed out around 9am. Chapter 3 I woke up around 1pm, blinded by the sunlight coming in my bathroom window. I got up and took a piss, showered and ate some food before I realized my tv was on and still showing the fucking from the night before. So it really had happened, I thought, when I watched as I fucked Pete’s ass for the fourth time before he got dressed and left. I rewound until right before the first time I entered his hole, and zoomed in on his hole. Thank god I’d fucked him at the angle I did that first time, because I had an almost perfect shot of his tight ass as I slid inside him. My cock jumped and some precum shot out into my jockstrap under my shorts. Suddenly it occurred to me that this video might be the only thing I’d have left of my friendship with Pete, and that was okay. I knew I’d seeded his ass and there’d be no way he could forget it with how much cum he’d be leaking today. Plus, if he decided to cry rape, I’d show him the video where he asked for it numerous times and smoked illegal substances, and I’d be off scott free. Still, the semi-decent human being inside me made wonder if he’d be okay, so I went across the hall to check. I knocked lightly, in case he was asleep, but the still unlocked door swung open slightly. Good sign he’s still passed out or unaware of what happened, I thought, until I heard moaning coming from his bedroom. Quietly I walked to his bedroom door, and peered inside. My dick jumped again when I saw Pete laying on his mattress on the floor, jerking his dick as hard as he could, with something resembling a cucumber going in and out of his ass. Another dick jump occurred when I looked at his laptop screen and saw the video he was watching: a young guy, much like Pete, balls deep in a tranny, while a 30-something body builder, somewhat like me, was balls deep in the young guy. Right as the body builder pulled out and shot on the young guys hole, before shoving his cock back in, Pete started to moan and use both hands to pound away at his dick. Nothing happened, to my disappointment, and Pete’s too. “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, why can’t I fucking cum now?!?!?” He tossed the laptop on to the bed next to him and stormed across the room to his desk chair, sitting down and forcing the cucumber all the way in. He continued to pound his pud and moan for a few more minutes before his moans turned into words. “Damn it fuck my pussy-ass you son of a bitch, cum up my cunt so I can cum.” I had heard enough. Tip-toeing back to the front door, I knocked loudly before banging it open. “Hello, Pete? It’s me man, you left your door open.” I loudly walked towards his bedroom, as I heard him scramble to catch the door before I got there. “Pete? You okay man?” “Don’t come in here man! I’m, uh, I’m not dressed.” The door slammed and a lock clicked into place. I smiled and sat down, imagining him sliding the cucumber out and hiding it, along with his laptop, hunting for shorts, sweating bullets that I was this close to catching him begging for me or some imaginary faggot to breed his hole. He emerged a few minutes later to find me shirtless, smoking a fresh bowl and watching his TV. “Sup Pete? Thought you might need a bowl after all the shit that went down last night?” I smiled and handed him the bowl, which he reluctantly took. I was obvious in checking out his stiff dick through his shorts, before winking at him. He blushed and took a huge rip off the pipe. “About last night –” He inhaled again, but I moved in quickly and forced him to shot gun it into my mouth, while I palmed his dick. He froze, moaning, and puffing back into my mouth before coming to his senses and pushing me off. “Stop it dude! I wanted to tell you, last night was a mistake man. I don’t know what I was thinking, but it can’t happen again, you get me?” “That’s bullshit and you know it Pete,” I said while sliding my hand up his shorts and teasing his asshole with my finger. “You enjoyed that shit as much as anyone else there, hell you begged for me to fuck you more. So be a fucking man and at least admit you wanted it. Otherwise your slutty ass can find a new sugar daddy to support your partying.” He sat, silent and stunned while I continued to finger his hole. I held the pipe out with my other hand, offering him the opportunity to admit he wanted more of the Tina and my cock without needing to say it. Torn, he closed his eyes and reached out. Smiling, I handed him the bowl, and slid off his shorts while he took another hit. So almost nine months after we first met, bonding over our shared experiences of filling slutty holes with our cum loads, here we were. Me, reaffirmed as the best fucker in the building. Him, torn down and transformed into a cum-loving cunt, happiest when getting high and used as a cum dumpster. The rest of that day I spent using his holes all over that apartment, and by nightfall, he was finally learning how to deep-throat and take my cock balls deep without complaining. He avoided me for a couple weeks while his hole healed up, but soon enough he was spending every other night bouncing on my rod. Eventually I began letting him join me in fucking some of my regulars and even showed him how to pick up dudes in bars and online. He’d invite over some of his exes or some bitch from work or school, and fuck her till she was sore, but I had him trained well, so he’d only cum with me inside him. Once the year was up, he cancelled his lease and moved into my second bedroom, only spending time in there to study, change clothes, and sleep one off. The rest of the time we were in my room, building our reputation as the hottest top couple in the area. Every time some new college boy comes over, we use him till he needs crutches, kick him to the curb, and spend the rest of the night with my cock in his ass. I might grow tired of him at some point, but he recently introduced me to our new neighbor, a law student who’s fiancé lives across the country and doesn’t know how much he’s begun to enjoy partying and watching porn with the dudes across the hall. Tonight he’ll be joining us and Superboy for some Tina, porn and drinks. Pete told him to clean up and out in case we find some bitch to fuck who likes to eat ass. Lawyer boy loves that idea. I hope he loves getting bred too…

So I was 20 and vacationing in Provincetown for my first time. I certainly was no angel and had had plenty of sex before. In fact, I was a bottom extraordinaire. I could take big dick, I had been fisted, I was kinky – I loved dom/sub play and piss play and spanking, etc. I thought I could play with the big boys. I was pretty big myself. I mean, I was 6’, lean and muscular, thick 8” cock that I never used, and nice round bubble butt from playing soccer throughout middle school and high school. People said that I looked like Ashton Kutcher right down to my mop of hair. I was hoping for some hot guys to really work me over in Ptown. I had never expected him. It was late one night…I had already been out to whatever dance party had happened that night. After the bars closed at 1:00 A.M. (Massachusetts state law), and I had hung around outside of Spiritus Pizza. I didn’t eat any, of course. I mean, I had gone out already prepped to bottom hoping to be taken home and get my brains fucked out. I still held onto that hope and didn’t want greasy pizza fucking with my stomach. But no one that I was meeting or talking with was doing it for me. I contemplated hitting the Dick Dock –a place in Ptown where you go to have anonymous sex – but I didn’t have the courage. As much as that kind of dirty sex seemed hot, I didn’t want to catch anything. So I hung out with my friends for a little bit longer and then headed back to where I was staying. By now it was about 3:00 A.M. As I walked, I opened Scruff on my phone to take one last look around and that’s when I saw his pic. A tight torso in a leather harness giving the thumbs up with a goofy smirk on his face. A face that was rugged and cute all at the same time. His body was jock built – large pecs cut into his chest and eight lean ripped abs covered with a dusting of brown hair; thick biceps and cut triceps totally defined even just giving a thumbs up. My cock stirred in my shorts as I read his profile: P4N Age 38 Height 6’2” Weight 195 I’m the top, you’re the bottom, that’s the end of the discussion. If you say yes on here and show up, you take it the way I give it to you. It’s big and there will be no whining. If you tell me you say you’re into something, be into it cuz we will be doing it whether you chicken out or not. Be hot, be ready, and be real. Now don’t be a pussy and hit me up. I couldn’t type fast enough… Me: Hey sir, hot profile and pic. What’s going on? No response. I unlocked my pix, still no response. It had been almost 10 minutes, and I was almost home. Ugh, I wanted dick. I had almost given up, when there it was…1 message from P4N. P4N: tight hole? Me: Very tight. P4N: can it take 9? Me: Yessir, no problem. P4N: you have ff, piss, and being submissive in your profile Me: Yessir. P4N: you neg? Me: Yessir, tested right before I came here. P4N: host? Fuck, fuck, fuck!! I couldn’t host. And clearly, neither could he. I was going to lose this hot fuck to not having a place to go. Shit! Me: I can’t, sir. Nothing. No response. I was home, but I wanted to stall. I sat down on the front steps of my rental house and waited. Finally – P4N: i’ll fuck you in the parking lot of my b&b Me: What? P4N: take it or leave it. sending you the location. let me know your eta. And with that, he sent me his location. I had never done anything like this before…but isn’t that what I wanted? A guy to really challenge me and work me over. I had to do it. Me: 10 minutes. P4N: see you then. I started walking, butterflies in my stomach stirring as I approached his inn. I found the place and walked around the building to get to the parking lot. It was a small gravel parking lot and I couldn’t see anyone else there. There was only one street light about 50 feet away from the cars. That’s when he stepped out from behind a pick-up truck wearing nothing but a harness – a different one from his pic. He was stroking his cock already and it was huge. I realized I had never asked for a pic of it, but he hadn’t lied. It was a solid nine and really thick and veiny. He gestured me over to him with his head. I quickly walked over to him and said, “Hi. Glad this worked out.” He took me by the shoulders and pushed me to my knees saying, “Shut up. You’re here to take dick, not make friends.” My knees hit the gravel but I didn’t have time to think about the scrapes because he moved one of his hands to my head and lined his cock up with my mouth with his other hand. Before I knew it his fat cock was jammed into my face, skull fucking me. It all happened so quickly but he wrapped my hair into his fingers and roughly pulled and yanked my mouth on and off his cock. His cock tasted funny. I couldn’t place it and I didn’t mind, but it didn’t taste like what I was used to. My throat struggled to keep up with his assault. I gagged and sputtered, saliva flying everywhere and soaking my shirt. His big balls swung and hit my chin over and over. I looked up and saw him tweaking his own nipple with his head thrown back, eyes closed. He had no concern or regard for me. He was probably thinking about somebody else. He was really just using me. I loved it and was rock hard. “That’s right, bitch. Open that mouth cunt, you stupid whore.” He slammed harder into my face and felt my uvula bruise. It wouldn’t be until the next day when I looked in the mirror and saw it hanging there all black and blue that I would realize that that’s what happened. Finally, he threw me off his cock. I landed on my ass, my hands scraping the gravel. I didn’t realize how much he was pulling my hair until this release and my head hurt. He aggressively approached me and pulled my shirt over my head, discarding it next to the tire of the car we were in front of. “Get up, cunt,” he ordered and I scrambled to my feet. He easily lifted me up and plopped me on the trunk of the car, my loosely tied tennis shoes falling off my feet to the ground. “Is this your car?” I asked, unaware of how ridiculous that question was. The problem was that I was still under the impression that I was a person to him. I wasn’t. I was a bottom. “Fuck no,” was his only response, and with that he yanked my underwear and shorts down to my knees. So there I was on some car in a parking lot on my back with my legs up, my shorts and underwear at my knees. He spit a few times on my hole and rubbed his saliva soaked cock against it. I had never been fucked without lube before. He started pushing in and I tried to relax. I started to moan and wail as he ripped into my pucker. Most guys loved my ass and reveled in licking and playing with my young pink hole to open me up, but he was only interested in getting his dick into it. His hand clamped over my mouth and he continued to impale me with all 9 inches. “That’s right, slut. That’s what it’s for. It’s for cock. It’s for cum.” My eyes widened and I looked up at him … or rather, the part of him I could see around my shorts and underwear. I had never let a guy cum in me before. He saw my look. He chuckled, “First time getting bred, huh?” I nodded furiously under the hand over my mouth. “Tough shit, not your choice. You read my profile.” And with that he stabbed my wrecked guts with a two extremely deep thrusts. I was in shock and extreme pain, but this guy was fucking me in a way I can’t describe. I could feel my ass being pulled out of my body every time he withdrew and I could feel my insides being tossed aside when he rammed it home. He hit spots that I didn’t know I had. I was didn’t know how much I could take but I never wanted it to stop. Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of me. I squeaked with agony, but didn’t have time to think about my throbbing asshole because he threw me to my knees again and shoved his slimy cock into my mouth. I sucked and slobbered, tasting his precum and my innards all over this beautiful cock. “Fuck yeah, eat your ass off my dick, bitch. All those ass juices. Taste both of those asses on my dick. Fuck yeah.” Both of those asses? I didn’t have much time to think. He pulled my up by my arms and bent me over the trunk of the car. In one thrust, he buried his nine inches in my bubble butt and clamped a hand over my mouth, muffling my scream. He went back to fucking me and once my screaming had subsided, he moved the hand to my hair and used my shaggy mop as reins, fucking me like a whore. “Goddamn, yeah. You are tight but it’s a big ass once you get inside. You know that? You have a whore’s ass once you get past that pucker. Not like the slut I fucked before you got here, he was tight through and through.” “W-w-what?” I stuttered in between thrusts, my voice shaking. “That’s why I can’t host, he’s still in my bed sleeping. Didn’t want to wake him up. Could you taste is ass on my dick? Feel his ass juices inside your ass? His ass was all over my dick this whole time, cunt.” I couldn’t believe I had allowed this. I was just another hole…and I had no idea who this other guy was…and I had juice from deep inside of him in my mouth and in my ass. “You didn’t tell me that,” I said. He slapped my ass hard. I yelped, knowing he left a red mark. “You didn’t ask, slut. In fact, you didn’t ask much. I asked all the questions and now you’re getting what you wanted. I’m gonna’ knock you up and tag you, you stupid cunt.” I moaned and whimpered as he sawed into my ass cunt harder and harder. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…” I started to chant as I felt him balloon inside of me. “Do you know what that means, faggot?” he asked me. “Yes,” I whined. “It means you’re going to cum in me, sir.” “More than that, little boy,” he growled. “I’m going to poz you, you fucking cum catch.” I started to panic and claw the car, but he held me firmly in place, fucking into me like a dog. “But – but – but – you said you were neg!” “No, I didn’t,” he started slapping my ass repeatedly. “I asked YOU if YOU were neg. I never said I was.” He was right. I remembered the conversation now…I had assumed he was asking to make sure I wouldn’t give him anything, but he was asking to make sure that he WOULD give me something. I kept clawing the car but there was nothing I could do. His voice went to almost a whisper, “You’re not tight any more, cum dump. You’re so fucking loose now, so fucking loose. Like a loose cunt. And I’m going to impregnate you with my fucking strain. And you’re going to love it. Say it, say it.” “I’m going to love it,” I cried. “I don’t believe you,” he slapped my ass some more – I was definitely going to be bruised. “Tell me you want that toxic seed.” “Please don’t. Please.” “Doesn’t it feel good?” he asked. Slap! Slap! Slap! “Yes, I love it! It feels amazing! But I don’t want to get sick, please…” “Beg me to keep fucking you!” he barked. I just grunted and took his violent pounding. He pulled my hard and spit on my back, “Start begging or I stop fucking you and go back inside.” I couldn’t let that happen. He was giving me the fucking of my life and my ass was loving it. “Please,” I offered. “Please what, bitch?” he barked. “Please, please keep fucking me.” “Fuck you, I’m gonna’ stop. Grab your shit and go.” He started to slide out of my hole. “No, please. Please sir…I’m begging you. I love your cock in me. Please keep fucking me. I’m a worthless piece of shit faggot that wants your cock in me, please!” He slid back in, knocking through my second sphincter, “That’s better, slut.” I was still scared to death of his cum so I added, “Just please, I don’t want you to cum in me.” Slap! Slap! Slap! I yelled out as he wrecked my hole and smacked my ass. “Who fucking cares what you want, cock sleeve. Get ready for my poz nut, bitch!” And with that he punched me on the ass, making me clench and pulled me back by the hair close so that my ear was by his mouth. He let out a series of guttural grunts and I felt his cock pulse against my sensitive ass walls. I counted six, seven, eight, nine shots as his cum hit the deepest parts of my hole. And this was his second cum shot in just a few hours??? Jesus! As he continued to fuck his load into me, I felt my own dick jerk and shoot all over the trunk of the car. Another first. I had never cum hands free before. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Feel that poisonous cum drench your pussy. It’s giving you my babies, cunt. You got my sick in you now. You’re mine, all mine.” As our breathing started to even out, he said, “Now hold still…” I felt warmth rush into me. “W-what—“ “You said you were into piss. And I need to piss.” He was peeing in my ass, bloating my insides. I moaned and cooed feeling his steaming urine fill me up. “Okay,” he said. “I’m going to pull out. Clench your ass so you don’t lose a drop.” I did as I was told and squeezed my hole as he pulled out, keeping his piss in me. Once he was fully out, he gently pulled up my underwear and shorts so that they were back on me. Then he turned me around and for the first time, kissed me, pinning me against the car. I loved having his mouth on mine but something seemed off. Then I realized what it was. He had me pinned and as he kissed me, he used his hand to press against my abdomen. My eyes shot open, bulging as he continued to cram his tongue into my mouth. I tried to fight him off, but he was too powerful. All the strength from his huge bicep and tricep was focused on my bloated insides. I moaned and whined trying to make him stop but his eyes just locked on mine viciously. He smiled as he continued to kiss me and push on my stomach. I was clenching my ass and trying to keep from letting all of the body fluids in my cunt from pouring out, but he wasn’t having it. He just kept pressing and then suddenly he drew his hand back and stabbed it forward catching me off guard. All of his piss and his cum shot out of my wrecked ass, drenching my underwear and my shorts. He stopped kissing me and stepped back to watch my shorts turn darker from the explosion and see his piss and cum drip down my bare legs. I let out a mortified moan and looked at him with teary eyes. I looked up at him and he was just smiling smugly, laughing at me. “So pathetic…” he laughed under his breath. I thought he was done humiliating me, but he wasn’t. He took aim at my shirt on the ground and started to piss all over it. “That’s my shirt, man!” I squeaked out. “I know what the fuck it is,” he grabbed me by the arm to prevent me from getting it out of his line of fire. “You said you liked piss, I’m giving you piss.” And with that he stopped his stream and then fired his urine into both of my shoes that had landed on the ground when he first lifted me onto the trunk of the car. Finally, he stopped peeing and he said, “Get into your shoes.” I just stood there so he repeated with more force, “Get into your fucking shoes, bitch.” I stepped into my piss-soaked shoes. They were drenched, squishing with his piss every time I changed my weight from one foot to the other. “Now get your shirt, cum dump,” he ordered. I picked up my shirt, completely wet and dripping with his stinking urine. “Wait, before you put it on…wring it out over your head.” “No sir, please…” He scoffed, “You bitches are all the same. You say you’re submissive and that you’re into shit, but you just chicken out in the end. So fucked up.” And he started to walk away. I felt like a failure. “Wait sir,” I said. He turned back and I lifted my shirt above my head and twisted it until cascades of his rank urine fell over me drenching my hair, stinging my eyes, and running in rivulets down my torso. I wanted to cry. This was the most used I had ever felt. “Stick your tongue out, cunt,” he said, dissatisfied. As I continued to ring the shirt out over my head, I stuck my tongue out and tried to catch some of his piss in my mouth. I turned my head up and let it fall directly into my swollen lips and drank him. When the waterfall of urine finally stopped, I looked back at him for approval. He nodded and said, “Put your shirt on, fuck hole.” I did as he said and slid the shirt on which much difficulty. There I stood, covered head to toe in piss and cum, my ass walls covered in poz seed, and without having cum myself. “Now you can go home,” he told me. “Can I clean up first…just a little?” I had always assumed he would let me use his bathroom after all of this. “Fuck no. I don’t want to wake my buddy.” “But what if I run into people. Or my housemates when I get home or—“ “I could give a shit, you stupid cunt. So what if they know what you are. You shouldn’t do it unless you’re willing to own it. Now go walk through the streets covered in my cum and piss and take whatever humiliation comes with it. Pretty good cunt by the way.” And with that, he turned and walked back to the house. I never saw him again. On my walk home – which thankfully, it was almost 5:00 A.M. so I only had to deal with two or three guys passing me and laughing when they thought I was out of ear shot. I tried to find him on Scruff to say that I had a good time and would love to do it again, but I couldn’t find him in my messages or in my views…which only meant one thing. He walked back to his house and immediately blocked me. I had been treated like a whore before but this was extreme. I immediately opened Grindr to see if he was there, and sure enough he was. I messaged him: Hey sir, I had a great time. Would love to do it again. Within a minute, his profile disappeared from my screen. He had blocked me there too. He was done with me. As I would find out a month later, he had pozzed me, and he was done with me. And I haven’t stopped thinking about him since. The end.

Part 1 He was one of the few straight guys I sold to and definitely the hotest. His name was Troy and he was 19. And at 6'2", lean 190 pounds, blond hair and blue eyes he was the next door AF/frat boy type. He had a scholarship at the local university, but lost it over the summer for some infraction (probably drugs). He was mostly doing weed and coke, until a girl he picked up one night introduced him to Tina. He loved fucking on Tina and developed a nice habit. That's where I came into the picture. She introduced Troy to me so that he could get his own supplies. Soon he was hitting me up on a regular basis, but always seemed to be short on cash. Now, I am an entrepreneur. I have several "businesses' I run in addition to selling the best shit on campus. One of my businesses is a video web site where guys show off (either solo or couple). I knew he needed cash and started to plant the seed in his brain at how much cash he could make in one night. The conversation wnet like this: Me: "If you need cash I have a way you can make $100 a night easy." Troy: "I'm not seeling drugs!" Me: "Nothing like that, I have a web site that features hot guys like you that show off for viewers all over the world." Troy: "I aint doing anything gay, I'm not a fog." Me: "You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, but I will tell you the more you please your viewers the better tips you might get. I have a couple guys that clear close to a grand in one night." Troy: "I'll think about it." Me: "There's a special, secret viewing for those hot boys who like to blow clouds and stroke for the customer." I knew I had him thinking as I gave him a small supply of Tina for the night. It was enough to cloud his brain and when he wanted more without any means to pay for it I would have him. Sure enough by the next morning I got a text from him asking for more Tina. He and a girl he hung out with went through what he had in a few hours. He had no cash on hand and I brought up our discussion from a few hours earlier. I could tell he was in desperate need as he agreed to do the web site if I fronted him some Tina. I had him! He came over to where the video was broadcasted and I presented a contract for him to sign. He signed it without reading (what a dumb jock) and I gave him a teener of T. I informed him that he was to be back at the studio the next night around 8 pm to be prepared and given instructions. The next night he showed 5 minutes late (better late than never) and he was given a razor and instructed to trim or shave his balls, ass and chest. He was then led to a bathroom (which had a number of concealed cameras) where he proceeded to shave his entire body hair off. When he returned he was shown to his private room and told to show off for the viewers while chatting with them. I reminded him the more he would do for them he might get some tips. He spent the next 8 hours on camera stoking his coke (a nice coke actually, too bad by the time I'm done with him he won't really get to use it. By the end of the night he had received very few tips and only made $150. He was disappointed and asked "Do you have any suggestions how I could make more money. I lost viewers as the night went on." I asked him "Would you let another guy suck your dick? I know that would get you more viewers. They'd love to see a straight jock sucked off. I'd even up your base to $150 plus tips." Troy siad h "I need to think about that, when do I go on again?" I let him know he has a week to decide. The following week when he returned, hungry for some smoke made his decision easy. He agreed to have another guy suck his cock. I made sure he had plenty of G laced Gatorade (since it would help hide the taste) and plenty of Tina for them both to smoke. I knew with all those factors I might get him to do more. I had paired him up with Tommy, who was actually one of my vers/top studs and also HIV+! This session went better then his first session. He let the Tommy play with his cock and eventually give him a blow job while paying some attention to licking his taint and a few licks to his hole. As the night progress Tommy made sure that Troy smoked a lot of Tina. Troy started to get offers ($$) to blow Tommy. The first offer was $50 to which Troy politely replied that he was straight and didn't suck dick. The viewers questioned Troy on his sexuality and he continued to tell them that he was in deed straight. The offerd began to get better until the final one (prompted by me) came in offering him $500 to give Tommy a blow job to completion. I saw Troy's eye go wide at that offer and he thought this over. It was apparent that Troy was having dificulties getting hard as Tommy was still playing with his Tina dick. Tommy let Troy know that if they were going to make some serious cash they needed some action. I added to the fire with my private chat to them to get the action on before we lose any viewers and I lose money!! Tommy helped guide Troy's head to his crotch as Troy gave in knowing he needed to perform. He reluctantly began to suck Tommy's growing cock as he produced ample amounts of precum. Soon Tommy had Troy's mouth fully on his 9" cock as he he paid a little attention to Troys ass. Troy was lost in his attempt to suck cock for the first time he barely noticed Tommy work a finger coated in Tina laced lube into his hole. Troy was starting to get plesure from the attention to his ass while he attempted to suck his first cock. Tommy took his time as he added more lube and eventually a nice size shard of Tina to Troy's hole. Troy began to moan around Tommy's cock as more fingers were added to his hungry hole. When Tommy had worked a second shard inside Troy along with 3 fingers Troy was definitely entering slut mode when he asked Tommy "Oh god bro, that was feeling great, will you put your fingers back inside me." Tommy was perfect, "You want something in your straight, jock ass bro? How about my cock? Would you like me to slip my cock inside your ass?" Troy attempted to deny his fate, "Bro, I'm straight. I don't get fucked by guys" as he continued to suck Tommy's cock. Tommy pushed Troy down as far as he'd go onto his cock and asked "Do straight boy's like you suck cock? I know you want cock in your hole, it's hungry for me to breed it." Troy was completely defeated as he never let Troy's cock out of his mouth and shook his 'yes' letting Tommy know that he was accepting his fate. Tommy moved between Troy's legs positioning his bare cock at the jock's virgin hole. I made sure to get a close up of Troy's face on a split screen as Tommy's cock began to make its way where no man had ever been before. When Tommy's head breached the outer ring, there was a look of confusion on Troy's face. But as he slowly sank the full length into the Jock's ass the look turned to one of pure pleasure and desire. Tommy sank in balls deep as the Troy moaned out "Oh, fuck yeah!" Then he pulled out a bit and began to slowly initiate our former straight jock to the joys of man on man sex. With Tommy's abilities (and a little bit of Tina) he fucked Troy bast the time their show was supposed to end giving him 6 dirty poz loads of cum, and bringing this jock one step closer to being a gay porn star.

1. Seth "The invitation said there was a carefully selected group of '...positively-minded hot men.'" I had read the story every day since I had found it on Breeding Zone. It was the summer I turned sixteen. I had jerked off to it almost as often, thinking about the freedom and utter lack of fear of the narrator. I must have spilled gallons of sperm thinking about the impunity to fuck bareback, even with guys I knew were poz. I wanted that freedom to enjoy it and to even revel in it. I admired the courage of the narrator. I wanted his strength, but the consequences terrified me. I would stroke my cock, fantasizing about getting fucked raw and then hate myself for my depraved dreams after I shot my load. Freshman year in college, I discovered BarebackRT, and started to chat with guys on there. But I was still too afraid to do anything beyond chatting. Then, in the spring, I started to hear about PrEP. It seemed like a dream come true. A daily pill and I could have what I had been craving for so long, without fear. I started to chat more openly, with more guys and in greater, explicit detail. But, then, my freshman year came to an end; I had to go back home, a boring suburb in the Midwest. I was still chatting with guys on BBRT, but they were now so far away. In early August, I came home one day from my summer job as a lifeguard to see an envelope addressed to me sitting on the kitchen counter. Just like in the story, it was fine, heavy paper, hand-addressed in thick, confident strokes. I wondered what my mom had thought it was when she had gotten the mail. Of course, I had immediately though of the story I had blown so many loads to. I raced to my room. In just the two flights of stairs up, my cock had grown rock hard, telegraphing just what I expected to read. Alone in my room, I turned the card over again. The return address read "Jon Corelli." Jon was a guy I had met on BBRT just as I was heading home for the summer; our chats quickly spilled over into text, where I found myself opening up and telling him my fantasies. We started to exchange pictures. Mine were little more than erect nudes, but his were a moveable feast of bareback sex: him fucking guys, him getting fucked, and an occasional solo cum shot. I held the letter, trembling with excitement, anticipation and maybe some fear. I opened it up, savoring the feel of the paper and extracted the card. It was an invitation, handwritten as well, inviting me to a party over Labor Day weekend, a party for men "with a positive, uninhibited outlook on life," and encouraged me to "come PrEPared for a mind-blowing weekend." Jon was inviting me to his place for three days. We had talked enough for me to know that he had a beautiful condo in a downtown building, where he would occasionally host days-long bareback sex parties with his two partners. Jon had made it clear that although they ranged from very vanilla to extremely kinky and taboo, they were always bareback. He had hinted on text what he had been planning: it would be a party just for me with three days of uninhibited, unprotected, raw sex. It worked out perfectly; I had to go back to school the week before. I would have more than enough time to get a prescription for PrEP from the clinic at school. The next few weeks were endless. I was still texting with Jon, trying to get any details about the weekend. But he was keeping any details a secret, only teasing me with an occasional shot of his cock sliding into a tight raw hole, or a hot young man, his hole dripping cum. I would beat off every night, re-reading the story, re-reading the invitation, looking at the pictures he had sent me, and imagining it was I in the middle of all of the action. Everything seemed to conspire to only prolong my agony. First, my flight back to school was canceled, and I had to spend another night at home. Of course, that meant that I had to cancel my appointment at the student health clinic to get my prescription for PrEP. Then, I tried to re-schedule the appointment but seemingly every opening was full. I was scared that I wouldn't be able to get it in time for the party. But then, two days before I was due at Jon's condo, when I was terrified about making a final choice between long-anticipated pleasures and long-term responsibility, the clinic called about a last-minute cancellation. The Wednesday afternoon visit was quick and painless. The doctor took some blood, explained how PrEP worked, and I was out of there in less than fifteen minutes. Thursday morning I was stuck in classes until noon; when I finally emerged, the doctor had left a message. "All clear. I phoned in your prescription and it will be ready tomorrow morning." I was cutting it close, but I would have it in time for the party. I texted Jon and let him know the good news. "Great," he texted back. "Just make sure to take a pill as soon as you get them." I didn't need any reminders. All afternoon, I was stuck in lab, as Jon continued to send me pictures: first of his boy Cal sucking him off, followed him fucking Cal, his long cock covered only in lube, spit and pre-cum, and then, finally, of Jon's thick white spooge dripping from Cal's ass. I was jealous. That load was supposed to be inside me. I was the one who was supposed to get fucked bareback. I was the one who needed to get filled with cum. And I was the one who wanted to feel Cal's tight hole wrapped around my throbbing cock. At least my roommate was gone when I got back to the dorm. I took the opportunity to quickly jerk off, once more re-reading Jon's invite. Getting off barely seemed to make a difference in how horny I was. Six PM Friday afternoon was now only twenty-four hours away, but I wasn't sure if I was going to last that long. I sent a picture of the trail of cum splashed across my chest and abs to Jon. "That should be in Cal's tight hole," he texted back. "And save the rest for tomorrow. You are going to need it." The rest of the evening was spent eating, studying, and trying not to think about what the next day would hold for me. Even thinking about the barest glimmer of possibilities that lay in store would make my cock start to throb. I had to force myself to not jerk off again, and sleep did not come easy. I almost welcomed the alarm that morning; I had set it so I could get to the pharmacy right as it opened. Even at right at the morning opening time, there was already a line at the pharmacy. I took a number, and waited what seemed like hours for it to be called. But, it was really only twenty minutes before I was at the window. The pharmacist seemed already bored with his day. "I'm here to pick up a prescription," I said. He barely looked up from his computer. "Name?" he asked me. "Seth. Seth Hunter." He typed in something. "Date of birth?" "March 29, 1995," I said. I was a child of the AIDS epidemic, born in some of the darkest hours. But now I wouldn't have to worry about that. I wouldn't have to worry about it. Ever. "Just a second," he said, getting up from his stool, and walking into the back. It took him a few moments to find my prescription. "Let's see," he said as he sat back down. "Have you ever taken Truva..." He trailed off. "Mick?" he said, calling back. There was an indistinct response from someone I couldn't see. "Can you take this?" A few seconds later, a tall, thin guy appeared. The pharmacist handed him the bag. "Mick will talk to you about your prescription," he said. The man I assumed was Mick smiled at me, and pointed me to a door at the far corner of the room. "Meet me there," he said. As I followed him, I checked him out more carefully. He was about 6'2" and his blue polo shirt hugged his body tightly highlighting his muscular gymnast's build. I saw a bit of a tattoo sticking out from his collar. Also sticking out if you knew to look was his pert ass. I willed my cock to go down even as I imagined what it would feel like to thrust my raw, unprotected erection into his hole and drip a steady stream of pre-cum into him. He opened the door, and motioned for me to go in. It was a small room, a desk with two chairs, a few posters on the wall, and a filing cabinet. He had blue eyes and just a hint of stubble and gave me a knowing smile as I walked past him. I could feel him looking me over and trying to piece together my story. I hoped my boner was not too obvious. "Go ahead, sit down," he said. I sat down, glad to have some cover for the lump in my shorts. "I'm Mick," he continued. "I'm Seth," I said. "Nice to meet you," he said. He reached across desk and shook my hand, before sitting down. "We just like to do a bit more counseling for certain medications." He opened the brown bag, and took out a white bottle with a yellow band around it. "Truvada" was printed on the side of the bottle. "Is this your first time for PrEP?" "Yeah," I said. "It is." "That's cool. As you may know, every drug can have side effects. This is no different" "What kind of side effects?" He paused. He got up from the desk, and went over to the filing cabinet. "I have a pamphlet somewhere." He knelt down to open the bottom drawer. As he did, his polo shifted up, and his pants shifted down slightly. I saw a thick white band of a jock strap, and the tiniest hint of the smooth skin of his ass. My cock throbbed once more, wondering if he knew how badly I needed release. I forced myself to look away, to think about anything but sex. Unfortunately, as I looked up, I met his eyes. He had seen me checking him out. "You know," he said, closing the drawer without getting the pamphlet he had promised me. "I'm on PrEP as well." I took a breath; he had seen me staring at his ass, but he didn't care. "What's it been like for you?" I asked. He stood up, and leaned against the door with his legs spread slightly. "It's been..." He searched for the right word. "Liberating," Mick finally said. "My boyfriend. He's poz. And now we're fluid bonded." "Fluid bonded?" "He's shot his load inside of me. Not in a condom. It's more important than I thought." His hand dropped down to his groin and covered his crotch. Or maybe he was rubbing it slightly. It was hard to tell, and I knew my dick was seeing what it wanted to see. "It's really important for men to share fluids." He stared out into space for a moment, reliving some private, intimate experience. "Why are you starting?" "The protection," I started, but paused. "The freedom" I continued. I was staring at him, fantasizing about him. In my mind, I had already undressed him and was feeling his body next to mine. The idea of warmth of his ass against my cock was making me hard. I knew the welcoming wetness of his hole would make it impossible for me not to stick my shaft in him. There would be no fumbling with a condom and no barriers between us. It would be just fucking, the way it was meant to be. "Yeah. Freedom." He said, bringing me back to reality. "To fuck who we want. How we want." I hadn't even taken the first pill, but just the presence of the bottle in the room was liberating enough. I stood up and faced him, no longer trying to hide the hard shaft in my shorts. "Where we want." I said. He reached behind him, and locked the door. In the sudden silence between us it sounded like a heavy safe door closing. He turned off the light; there was still plenty of light streaming in through the shade-covered window. "When we want," he said. He unzipped his chinos, exposing a white jock strap. His cock was straining against the fabric. I unzipped my shorts, exposing my underwear. My cock had tented them as well. He took a step towards me. When I took a step towards him, my shorts fell down, gathering around my ankle. "Nice," he said. He took another step, and was now right in front of me. He put a hand on my basket. "Very nice." "Thanks," I said. "Your boyfriend..." "Calls me his slutty sperm bank." He smiled. "The more I get, the more he gives me." I nod. This was the freedom I had dreamed of every time I had jacked off. From a pocket, Mick produced a small bottle of lube. "You are prepared," I said. He laughed. "Yes," he said. "Besides. You're not the first today." "Really?" I ask. "Yeah. One from my boyfriend and one from a guy at the gym." Mick reached into my underwear and grabbed my cock. "Cum makes the best lube. You'll see" His hand was warm around my shaft. I wondered how his ass would feel. His cum-filled ass. It sounded so dirty, that he had already gotten two loads before 10AM. But it was also so hot. To not worry and to just enjoy sex. "Aren't you worried?" "No. I look for poz guys now. Undetectable poz guys are the safest ones out there. And if you are worried, take one of those." He pointed at the bottle of Truvada on the desk. "This is exactly what it's here for. To let you enjoy sex without fear. Real sex. Bareback sex." My cock got harder at the words. Mick let go of my cock, but in a practiced notion, pushed down my underwear. They fell to the ground, the cool air of the office a shock. I turned to the desk and picked up the bottle. As I fumbled with the cap and the foil, Mick stepped out of his sandals, took off his polo and kicked off his chinos. I tried to focus on the pill bottle but it was difficult. Mick he turned to show me his ass, and I was distracted by how the white straps of his jock perfectly framed his butt. "Breed me?" he asked. There was a hunger to his voice. So many stories on Breeding Zone had described that hunger. But I had never heard it in real life from another man, just in videos. The raw reality of the need triggered animal instincts, which had been long suppressed by society and convention, and these instincts were driving my every action. I had to fuck him. It was programmed in my DNA to spread my sperm as far and as wide as possible. And when a beautiful, talented hole presented itself, eager to be plowed by my thick cock, I was going to do what I was born to do. I managed to extract one pill. It was larger than I expected but was a calming shade of blue. I popped it in my mouth and swallowed it dry. "Fucking hot," Mick said. "Seeing you do that. Knowing you're gonna fuck me now." He poured a bit of lube on his hand and grabbed my cock, greasing it up. "We can just do this?" I asked. It seemed so simple. I took a pill, and now I could slide into his ass. No fumbling with a condom, no tight feeling of rubber. Just skin on skin and pleasure against pleasure. All of that came from a simple pill and only once a day. "Yeah," he said. "Quit talking. Start fucking." I lined up my cock with his hole. I could feel the warmth against the tip of my dick, and in response, I started to dribble pre-cum. "Ready?" I asked. "Of course," Mick replied. "I'm always ready." I pushed against his hole, forcing my way into his body. I was still new to gay sex, but even in my limited experience, I could tell Mick was an amazing bottom. His butt provided just the barest amount of resistance before opening up and allowing my cock to enter. "Damn. That's a nice one. Thick." "So warm. Welcoming." "That's what I want to hear." I stood still, trying to process all the sensations. This was what sex was supposed to be; it was like watching seeing a movie in color for the very first time. Every motion was more intense than I had remembered with a condom, and it was clear I was getting to know Mick on a fundamentally deeper level than I could if I was fucking him with a rubber. Even though I was standing still, sexual hunger was consuming Mick, and he was squirming in a feeble attempt to contain the forces consuming him. He needed more of my cock, and was now pressing back against me. Relentlessly, my shaft slid into his tight, firm body. "Oh. Fuck," I moaned. My cockhead had hit a pool of warmth. It took me a moment to realize the soft liquid was the sperm the other men had shot into Mick. "That feels good." "Doesn't it?" Mick said. He stopped trying to force himself on me, and let me explore the sensations of a hole already dripping with cum. I had never fucked someone with a load already up there, and it was a new sensation for me. I now understood how important fluid exchange was for men. It was especially vital when we were blessed with the opportunity to fuck another man. I was glad that Mick was not going to ask me to pull out when I came. I wanted to cum in him so badly and absolutely nothing was going to get in the way of me cumming inside him. "Your boyfriend," I asked, then pausing, wondering if I could ask the question I wanted to. I barely knew Mick, but yet he had given this intimate side of himself to me. "He's really poz?" It wasn't an intrusive question compared to what he had already offered me. "Yeah. He is. And the guy at the gym. Eli." He squeezed his hole around my cock, coating it with semen from the two men. "He was too. Poz, I mean." It was more than just a physical sensation; it was as if the cum carried far more. It was the DNA of the sperm, transmitting the two men's genetic inheritance and it was the RNA of the virus, transmitting the men's eventual downfall. There was something else there; something powerful and emotional. I just had to experience it; it would never be explained by reason or logic. As my cock soaked in the liquid, mental images and emotional traces of Mick's experiences came to me. I could see Eli the muscular black man that had fucked Mick at the gym, and how grateful Eli was for the chance to release his sexual frustration into Mick's strong, masculine body. I could feel the love that Mick's partner had for Mick and how the two of them used insemination as a way to celebrate and deepen that that love. I had no explanation for it other than I was learning from the semen in Mick's ass. There was also something else there: something furtive that slipped away as soon as I tried to focus on it. It was something evil, scared, and angry. "You feel it too, don't you? The darkness?" Mick asked. "It's the virus. It doesn't like being thwarted. It needs to infect us and it needs to spread. It needs it so badly" Once he had named the dark sentiment was easy for me to focus on it and understand it. It was a dark knight and it was a strong, relentless and deadly predator. It wasn't used to being defeated; over the years it had taken far too many victims and it reveled in its own carnage. "But we are powerful now. Armored and well defended. It's enraged, so it is going fight hard." "But," I stammered, "We're ok, right?" I had been promised that the virus had met its match, and I hoped we were both safe behind the walls Truvada had built. "Of course we are. Now, stop worrying about AIDS and fuck me, Seth." I tried to forget about the dangers of what I was doing, as Mick continued. "Fuck me like you mean it." I pulled my cock out, leaving just the tip still inside of Mick. My shaft was coated with cum. Seeing such hard evidence of how slutty Mick was and knowing my load would be the next in his collection drove me crazy and I slammed my cock back into his hole and all the accumulated poz seed. Mick grunted. "That's what I am talking about," Mick moaned. "That's what I fuckin' need." He was loud enough that I worried that people outside could hear it. "That's what I want, Seth. Don't stop." I pulled out again, and slammed my cock back into him. The force pushed him forward so I grabbed his hips and held him in place. I needed to feel the entire length of my cock buried inside his hole. I slid past the pools of cum in his butt, spreading the thick fluid across the insides of his body, before finally settling deep into Mick's guts. I held my cock steady in place and it pulsed slightly before emitting a drop of pre-cum. It was my first fluid exchange with another man. The full impact of what I had just done took a while to penetrate my mind, clouded as it was by the pleasures of sex. I hadn't swapped my fluids with any one, not a fuck buddy nor even a boyfriend. This first time was with a stranger, someone I had barely met. Even worse, it was while I was at a pharmacy picking up my prescription for PrEP. If that didn't permanently mark me as a Truvada slut, I don't know what would have. I sighed in pleasure. The day and the weekend were getting off to a very good start. I hoped that it also foretold what the rest of the month and the school year was going to be like. But those thoughts were a distraction from the task at hand. I pulled my dick out, and then pushed it back into Mick. It was amazing how good he felt. His hole was wet and smooth and warm, like the longest kiss my cock had ever gotten. I could feel every inch of Mick's ass, every slight objection to my penetration and every eager gulp of my shaft. With each stroke, I learned something new about Mick, some part of his desire. I understood how sex was supposed to feel. I would never be able to put a condom on again and lose this pleasure. "Oh hell yeah," Mick moaned, as I slammed my cock in and out of him. "Breed me, man,╙ he continued. I stopped trying to analyze the situation, and instead just focused on how damn good it felt to be fucking this man. It seemed to go far too fast, and before I knew it, my balls were tensing up and my cock was vibrating with pent-up need. "Don't pull out," he moaned. "Fucking let me have your seed." "Oh fuck," I grunted. My dick was dripping pre-cum like a leaky faucet. "I can't hold back," I said. "Just do it," Mick groaned. His ass tightened around my shaft, kissing it and milking out the last bit of precum. I closed my eyes, shoved my dick all the way in, and let my animal instincts take over. Bareback sex gave me an orgasm unlike one I had ever had before. I felt every drop of cum travel down the length of my shaft, and it flow into Mick's hungry ass. There was nothing held back between us. There was nothing to protect Mick from me, and nothing to prevent me from fertilizing his hole. The first spurt of cum was quickly followed by another, and then another and then one more. In the throes of the orgasm, it was hard to stay standing, but my cock was doing all the thinking necessary. My erection needed to be inside of Mick's wet hole, and my bestial instincts made sure my body maintained the balance needed. "Oh FUCK," I grunted. I hoped that people in the next room couldn't hear us. "Give it to me," Mick said. He squeezed his hole around my cock, and milked out another spurt. Without a rubber, I could feel just how hungry his hole was and how badly he needed my load. For a brief moment, I wondered if he could ever be satiated. But then, my cock demanded attention, and I focused on the pleasure of Mick's warm hole, tensing and releasing as he drained my balls of their load. "Oh hell yeah," he continued. "Damn," I said, as the last few drops of spooge dribbled out of my cock and into his hole. "That was fucking amazing." "That was bareback fucking," Mick said. "That was how men are supposed to have sex." I nodded in silent agreement. It was hard to think about anything; my mind was still clouded by the intensity of the orgasm. My dick was still buried in Mick's hole, and every slight movement from either of us reminded me how unbearably sensitive my dick was. "Think you can go back to rubberized sex now?" he asked me, understanding the struggle I was now contemplating. I slowly pulled my cock out of Mick. The ridges of my dick head pressed against the bare skin. It was just barely lubricated by the cum I had just deposited inside of Mick, and every move was a torrent of sensation. "Never," I said. As my cockhead pulled out, a small drop of white fluid dripped out of his hole. I reached down and pressed it back into him. "Yeah," Mick said. "You know how it is. I want every drop." His own penis was straining against the fabric of his jock strap. I thought for a moment he was going to start jacking off, but he turned around and faced me. "We have to do that again," he said, and pulled on his chinos. I stuffed my softening cock into my underwear and zipped up my shorts. "Yeah," I said, still not quite able to think clearly. "Don't forget your pills," Mick said, grabbing the white bottle off the desk and handing it to me. "Better living through chemistry, huh?" "For sure," I said. Mick put on his polo shirt. It was hard to believe that only a few minutes ago, he was practically naked, bent over the desk, and letting me fuck him bareback. "Uh," I stammered. "Here," he said, reaching into his pocket and extracting a card. "Give me a shout." He handed it to me; it had a name and a phone number on it. "Ok," I said. Reality was slowly sinking in. I needed to get going; there was a lab session I would just barely make in time. "Awesome," Mick said. He adjusted his clothes, and ran his hand over his head. With his close-cropped hair, it was a pointless gesture, but it forced a change in his bearing. He was no longer a bareback cum hound, but a young, professional man. The entire encounter had barely been fifteen minutes, but it was a window onto a world I desperately wanted to be a part of. He opened the door for me, and I stepped out. The people milling about in the waiting room barely noticed us. I wondered how they would have reacted if they had known what we had been doing. "Remember," Mick said. "Take the medicine regularly." I smiled, and headed out. As I walked out, I pulled out my phone. There was a message from Jon waiting for me. "Did you get your prescription?" "Yeah," I wrote back. "And I fucked the pharmacist as well." "Seriously?" "Yeah. He was on Prep as well." "Prep sluts are fucking hot. A guy taking care of himself, so he can take every load without fear." There was a brief pause. Jon was still typing. "Did you take your first dose yet?" "Yeah. Right before I fucked him." "So fucking hot. Two young studs, being safe. Taking care of themselves." He continued. "All so they can have sex without fear. Without condoms. With anyone they want." "I know," I wrote back. My ass was quivering in anticipation. I now needed to know what Mick had felt as a raw cock slid into his hole. "Now, you just have to remember to take it tomorrow morning. We're going to keep you up late tonight." "Good. I hope so," I texted back, before disappearing into the chemistry building.

Your comments are spot on. I never had any type of STD prior to getting knocked up. Since then, I have been a magnet for damned near anything that can be transmitted at the tip of a cock. No doubt, Hep C made a near expected appearance. Where I have had zero side effects from being POZ (including no fuck flu), my experience with HEP C has been much more brutal. A very well hung top with a huge PA was my likely source. But, he was a real man, and not just a fantastic top. He actually contacted me and told me of my possible risk. When we fucked, he had not been diagnosed, and as soon as he was he contacted me. Anyhow, the treatment is on going and I am hopeful to have that one clear by the middle of first quarter 2017. Syph I treated as well and it is gone now. Gono, herpes and warts are all still keeping the HIV company. Did have them all active at one time. Perhaps that indicates that not only my immune systems is indeed compromised by the HIV, but that I am finding a more interesting group of fuck buds since getting POZZED. I do not recommend it to anyone. The general nausea and joint pain have been the worse. More frequent diarrhea is a real pain as well. I have good insurance, but still have had nearly $2000 out of pocket so far. I will never deny being a bug chaser....but that one I was not chasing, nor would I ever suggest it to anyone else.

Diagnosed mid-year two years ago. Most likely picked it up at a sex club in London about 6 months previous so had it for I believe pretty much bang on 3 years now. Probably via another bottom as the tops were dipping in and out whether bb or condom and not cleaning between... hot experience!! But with a not so hot outcome. Side effects wise I've had no issues so far and my Dr is even surprised how my blood levels seem to be staying pretty static (VL fluctuates, but liver function levels stay the same). Sex-wise the amount of sex I've had has decreased dramatically. People see or hear the words HepC and they just don't want to know, doesn't matter whether they are HIV neg or poz... you'd think the poz guys would be more understanding considering the stigma that they face from the "DDF / Clean" crew. I get they want to protect themselves, but its the attitude and way they turn you down. Even had abuse on BBRT before from a HIV poz guy... IRONY much!! IMO there's more stigma attached to it than HIV. Even dating wise, can be getting on really well with someone, so 2nd or 3rd date in I disclose my status then that's the last I'll hear from them! Which then leads me onto the mental health effects of having it. I go through periods of being fine and not thinking about it TOO much (albeit I do think about it EVERY DAY) and then I have periods (particularly after any of the above situations) where it really gets me down, sleepless nights, just wanna drink to forget etc. Still awaiting treatment on the NHS (UK based), they cap the number of people who are being allowed treatment and prioritising based on how sick you are. Me being otherwise perfectly healthy, am at the bottom of that list and therefore I know I won't be receiving treatment any time soon. The private cover I've got doesn't include HepC and other STDs or chronic illnesses.

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?

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No quesTion....one of THE hoTTesT sTories on here period! Bud of mine was here thurs afternoon and we were reading this while I fucked him and we hit the pipe! Looking forward to loTs more of Adam's hot wickedness!!

"We'd had no weed, no booze, just raw fuck me-and-kill-me passion." When I read that one line...I shot my neg load without touching my cock!!!! Fucking hot story! I love the visuals of his torn bloody boy hole waiting our narrator's toxic aids cum!

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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

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Fake Bareback Porn Cast (Part 3) Both tops stood moved closer. They both clenched their fists. I would receive a good beating any minute now. I gazed to Tim and Sydney, who were talking to each other. Sydney opened a bag and retrieved a bottle of water. He told Stuart and Tony to wait a second. The recording was interrupted due to a short break. “You are doing an extremely good job, you know that? This is so realistic.” Sydney purred. “That’s not an act…. they are really hurting me. Make them stop please” I cried silently. “You’ve signed a contract. This is a hardcore porn production.” Sydney whispered. “Are you prepared to pay the fine?” he asked. “How much would it be?” I panted. “I don’t know – it depends on how much the film would have made in leasing and selling – maybe 100.000 Dollars?” he estimated. “What? But I get only 200 dollars for participating… I don’t have 100.000 dollars to pay you” I sobbed. “I know…. I know baby, but you are making a great impression. They won’t last long now. I know both guys for a long time. They will shoot soon and then the take is over.” Sydney smiled warmly at me. “Listen - I could talk to Tim. Maybe he will give you 150 dollars on top for your good work. Then you would get 350 dollars for just a couple of minutes now. Just offer the lads your hole. Maybe another beating and then you are done. What do you think?” he wanted to know. “Okay” I sniffed “But can I get the other half of the pill. The effect wears off” I pleaded. “Nah – Tim said only half of it. And you should really fight a bit more. Hit them back. Spit them into their faces. They like that kind of stuff. Try to run away maybe…. and tomorrow you will get another job offer probably. You need the money, don’t you?” he looked at me questioningly. I nodded slowly. “Okay. Keep on raping him. Enjoy his body.” Sydney said to the two guys. They showed their big bulges proudly. “And action” Tim shouted. Tony and Stuart sneaked around me. “Come on tramp. Sit on your knees and suck our dicks you slut.” Stuart slapped me into my face. I straightened up immediately and I started opening Tony’s pants. A massive cock hit me in the face instantly. I opened my mouth and started sucking his dickhead. Meanwhile I tried to unbutton Stuarts pants. I didn’t want to feel him neglected, and get punished for that. So I jerked him off while my tongue tried to perform love to Tony’s dick. Both guys were towering above me and were frenchkissing each other. “Open your fucking mouth and stop lapping around my cockhead like a five dollar whore” Tony rumbled. Stuart tried to push his dick into my mouth also. I gave my best to open my jaws wider. I was able to get both dicks between my lips, but they weren’t able to fuck me down my throat. Tim and Sydney surrounded us, while I tried sucking both aggressive tops, with the cameras and recorded the forced entry. They filmed me while I was crying out of fear and pain. Both had their jeans open also, and I could the whole scenery made them horny too, but they were professionals. They didn’t interfere. Stuart withdrew his cock again and looped his belt around my neck. Within a few seconds he tightened his grip and started to strangle me. My eyes widened. I opened my mouth further to gasp for air, but all I got was Tony’s dick. He started pushing his 9 inch cock deep into my throat. I made chocking noises and started beating with my fists against Tony’s hips and lower stomach. I felt like suffocating. He hit me several times with his fist against the side of my head and shouted to open up. “Open up you pig. Swallow my fat cock . Let me into your throat you worthless peace of shit.” he snarled. Stuart knew exactly what he did. He blocked me from my breathing until I almost fainted and then he let go of the belt. I started heaving my chest inhale. But shortly after that he started to strangle me again. Tony held both of my ears meanwhile and while he pushed his cock brutally down my throat, he pulled my ears towards his groin. It felt like he would rip them away from head. Tony face fucked me for at least 15 minutes. I was not sure if I was alive or dead after that. “Come on… I want to tear his ass cunt apart. It is your turn to choke him.” Stuart demanded. The hauled me up and told me to get rid of my hot pants or they would use a knife an cut it away from my body. The punched me in my face brutally I fell backwards and since both tops started walking towards me I hurried removing the pants as fast as possible. I got on my feet again. Stuart’s belt was still dangling from my neck. “On your knees you dirty teen whore” Stuart kicked my ass from behind and I fell directly into Tony’s arms, who took his chance and punched me in my stomach. I collapsed on the cold floor but tried to resume position and got on my knees. Tony stepped over me. His feet were slightly apart and he could I almost felt his cold look. I was not able to see him and that scared me a lot. He picked both ends of the belt up and started pulling my head up with it. I could follow him to a certain degree, before making those choking noises again. Stuart was kneeling behind me. As soon as he heard me retching he pushed his 10 inch long cock into me. He kept his promise. Since he entered me with one swift motion he did rip me apart and made me bleed even more. I made unreal sounds while Stuart pummeled my backside and cursed me. “You dirty brat. I will teach you a lesson. I will poz your little cunt. You will never walk straight, when I am finished with you” he screamed. Tony wasn’t so experienced in blocking my breathing. He kept on holding the belt up and I tried to pull it away with one hand, but it was so tightly wrapped. I gasped desperately. Stuart felt my anal tube flinched massively. He liked it a lot, but he also knew I was in serious trouble now. He slapped Tony on his ass and told him to let go of the belt and allow me to get some air. “Don’t kill the little whore” he shouted out. Tony dropped opened and started coughing loudly. Stuart had fun destroying my ass. He pummeled me with full force. He didn’t care if I would need a doctor later on. He and his partner bought me exactly for this. To rape and to poz me. And they paid a lot of money to have it all on film. I would be the 5th boy they abused this way. For Tim and Sydney it was a good business. The first client paid the most. From then the next clients paid less and less, but all had the chance to be actually the ones to poz breed me. I was not aware, that this was the only intention. This movie wouldn’t make it to any porn festival. I might be on the internet one day, since both guys wore masks it would be easy to them to share my pozzing with other fellows without being recognized. “Talk dirty to them. Ask them to poz you…. our viewers like this kind of dirty talk” Tim instructed me. Tim had my test results and he had told me, the other two guys were clean too. I understood, that there was a fetish for poz fucking and so I joined in and begged Stuart to poz my cunt. “Oooooh yes Sir. Please fuck my negative cunt and poz me good. Give me your gift and breed me.” I moaned, hoping we would be in the fuck mode now and that I wouldn’t get hit again. Tony stepped in front of me and yelled at me to look at him. He started to piss directly on my face, while Stuart kept on pounding my tight asshole. “Open up faggot and drink my piss” Tony murmured. “Yeah… swallow it. Enjoy my toxic piss. You look beautiful with your face drenched in my piss you cheap whore.” he grinned wickedly. “Oh fuck. Yeah – faggot. Milk my balls you fucking teen bitch.” Stuart shouted and shot his load into me. He didn’t slow down, while he was shooting his cum into me. He kept on rabbit fucking me and tried to damage my hole some more. “Got to make sure my bug really gets into you, so you never forget tonight.” Stuart roared. He gave me a another punch with his fist against the back of my head now. This way my hole cramped up and he enjoyed his orgasm even more. I yelped in pain and started crying again. Stuart’s had a satisfied smile on his face. His movements came to a halt, but his dong was still deeply imbedded in my asshole. He looked totally relaxed, while I was still suffering from the brutal assault. Then he started to piss into me and I felt intestine filled with his hot waste. There was nothing I could do about it. When he was done, he unceremoniously pulled out and hot piss mixed with his semen gushed out of my ravaged hole. I collapsed on the floor and sobbed quietly. Tony nudged me with his right boot softly. “Hey…. are you okay? Turn around baby. It wasn’t that bad, hm?” he asked me as if he cared. I turned around slowly, but I was so weak. I sat up and looked him into the eyes and told him I was really hurt. He nodded understandingly. “Why don’t you lay back then and try to relax, hm?” he told me in a low voice. “Spread you legs…… and hold them up to your chest” he grinned. “No…. please. Please stop now. Please, I think I am damaged down there. I can’t take another fuck. Have mercy please….” I cried openly but obeyed also. He moved between my legs and smiled at me cruelly. “There is no mercy for junk like you. You were born to serve as rape meat.” Tony said coldly and his cock sank into me. I howled and looked at him, hoping still he would stop it and just end this whole ordeal. But he started fucking me harder and looked me straight into my eyes. He absorbed the pain and fear in my eyes. “Do you like my cock banging against your cunt walls” he asked me. “Gnnnngnnnn…. yes….*sob* it feeheels goohood. Your cock feels so *sniffs* good” I mumbled. “Yeah, I know…. you cunt feels good too. You want another poz injection?” he wanted to know. Although they told me, it was just text to make the audience horny I answered him “No…. don’t….. Please….” I pleaded. But Tony fucked me even harder and so I received another hot toxic load. “Oh Baby…. I am charging you up…. feel my bug infiltrate your system…. you stupid whore…..” Tony moaned loudly. Tony pulled his cock out of my arse and got up slowly. “Man… that was one hot fuck. Worth the money…..” both guys agreed. Tim and Sydney recorded the aftermath. The made close-ups of my raped asshole and also filmed my crying face a lot. Tony and Stuart closed their pants again slowly and seemed to be very satisfied. After the cams stopped rolling, Stuart received both memory cards immediately from Tim. In exchange Tim obtained the agreed amount of money. I didn’t realize it, but the whole scene didn’t need any editing for Stuart or Tony. The movie showed, what happened today. A brutal rape… For me it was just a job, which went a little bit out of hand. But I got my money. They gave me 300 dollars. They had to deduct a fee for the clothing they gave me during the shoot. I was still sobbing, when Tony and Stuart left the area. I heard them laughing, while the wandered off outside. “What about tomorrow. Do you care for another shooting?” Sydney asked me. “I…. I don’t know. My butt is killing me. I need to wash myself. I feel so dirty….” I sniffed, “Nah – you did an excellent job and you got paid for, what you were supposed to sell. Your body….” Sydney told me while he stood above me and jerked his hard cock. Tim grinned and nodded “Good idea…. man that was hot. I need some relieve too….” He joined in jacking off slowly above my head. “Listen, if you want another job tomorrow, you might open your holes for us too. At least this would give you the pole position before all the other bottom actors.” Tim suggested. I sobbed loudly and then laid on my back once more and opened my legs again. “Good boy….” Tim moved quickly between my legs and bumped his dick into my ass chute. I didn’t even ask about his health status. He was healthy for sure I thought, since I took it for granted he would have to check his status periodically. “Oh come on Jake. I know you had a rough ride, but hey - try to be at least a decent fuck and tighten up. You are a sleazy fuck-hole” Tim moaned disapprovingly. He started slamming his dick into me. Sydney observed my continuous sexual assault and smirked. He saw more potential in me, to be misused.

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Fake Bareback Porn Cast (Part 2) Tim ‘s and Sydney’s real names were not important. They hardly ever used them anyway. Two days Sydney called me again. “BareRapeEnterprises. Sydney speaking. Is this Jake?” he asked me, with his melodic voice. “Yes. Good Morning Sydney. I hope you got good news for me” I tried not to sound desperately. “Well, I think I do. Your casting was approved by our production team. They think you are good material to work with and would like to use you in one scene of our projects.” he explained. “Did you already get tested? We need to know, if you are HIV negative?” he asked me. I told him, that the test was done and I was waiting for the results, but I should get it the other day. I was 100 % sure it would be negative, I added. “Very good. I will give you an address now. We will shoot the scene at the old station outside the town. It is quite rural there, but this is what our customers like the most.” he said and told me to write down the address and to be there at 5 o’clock in the afternoon. Sydney told me, they would explain more about the scene and the story tomorrow. “Will I be part of a gangbang?” I asked a bit frightened. “No – we decided you will be filmed getting fucked by two tops. It is only sex you know?” he answered. “Don’t worry… Tim will film and I will assist him. You will do just fine, and even if you don’t like the looks of the two other actors, just think of the 200 dollars. Easy money for you.” he tried to sound cheerful. The two other ‘actors’ were two guys who ‘bought’ me to infect me with the virus. They paid Sydney and Tim 10.000 Dollars to rape fuck a twink and infect him with the bug. The filmed material would be edited by us and would be given to the costumers later. So it was not only the idea, of breeding and infecting a young lad, but also to keep the memorable moment on film. Of course I was unaware of those agreements. For me it was the first time to be filmed as a porn actor. For them it was because of the profit. There are guys willing to pay a good price, to get this service. I had to take the bus and then use my bike also , to reach the old station, just outside the town. I wanted to be on time and so I arriver at around 4 PM at the ruins. Tim and Sydney were already there. I saw several places, where headlights had been arranged in various places. They greeted me warmly and asked me if I would be here by bike. I nodded and felt a bit embarrassed, that I was not able to afford a car yet. “We could use that in the story line. He could ride with his bike and at this place the two others will storm out of the ruins over there and tear him down from his bike.” Sydney suggested. “Yes, and Tony and Stuart will overwhelm Jake here and beat him up a bit…. drag him over there…. and there we can film the rape” Tim smiled happily. I listened to their conversations. I would be filmed in a rape scene. This would be exciting for sure. ‘Tony and Stuart’ were a union in real life. They were both tops and both extremely toxic. Being quite wealthy it was fun for them to pay Tim and Sydney to lure guys like me into this situation, to poz and destroy me. But little did I know…. and so the producer told me a bit about the story line over all. “Well Jake…. excited hm?” he smiled at me. “You will meet two guys any minute. They are actors for our company for quite a while and they will lead the scene. You don’t have to worry a thing. Just be open for them and play along.” he advised me. “This will be a rape scene… you guessed that already, hm?” he grinned. “We, at BareRapeEnterprises, take our company name really serious. We make high quality porn and we make it realistic. So it is totally okay if you scream and shout. Since you are a newcomer to this…. a rape scene is always a bit brutal, you know? We need the realism for our customers. Don’t hold back any emotion you feel. If you feel pain then cry and beg for mercy.” he suggested to me. “We won’t stop the filming very often. We want to create one story line. The people should feel like this for real. And we know you are probably not accustomed being roughly used like that. Keep your focus on the money – and if you are doing a good scene here….. We are filming the whole week in your area at rural locations like these…. who knows, maybe you will get booked for other rape scenes too” he mentioned. “That sounds great – I would love to get more chances to get filmed” I replied, thinking of the cash only. “Do you have your test result with you?” Sydney asked. I nodded and handed it to him. “Thanks…. we will put this in your personal file – it will be probably flashed along with the results of the other actors in the beginning of the film, to give the right impression” Sydney claimed. “We got some other stuff for you to wear, I think I got the right size for you” Sydney smirked. He handed me a jeans shorts, which was way too small for me and a t-shirt which was also too small. Sydney explained to me, that this would look better in the movie, so I started to undress my stuff. “Did you prepare yourself?” he asked me. “We at BareEnterprises suggest you let us take care of the preparations, such as lubing you up” he stated. Since I was nude already he went to another bag and got a bottle of lube out of it. He told me to spread my ass cheeks and let him do the rest. It was a funny feeling, that a guy, who actually didn’t want sex with me, would use his fingers now to lube me up for the real sex event. Little did I know, that Sydney’s index fingers had sharpened fingernails. With them he penetrated me and tried to make me bleed internal. I moaned a bit. It felt good, but it did hurt also. I complained about it, but he said, due to my inexperience it would be hurtful and of course he needed to be a little bit rough, since the penetrations would be extremely rough for me. So this should warm me up, for the things still to come. While I got fingered the other two actors arrived. They were in their 40’s and quite good looking. Maybe a bit raw-boned. They watched Sydney prepare me and rubbed their bulges already. “How old is ‘it’?” he asked Tim. “18” he answered. “Here is his test result. Three days old. He is negative” Tim added. Tony and Stuart wore black shirts and leather jackets and black leather pants. I could already see, that the two blokes were good amplified in the lower department. Their bulges seemed to be huge and they were already grabbing their crotches to keep their dicks hard. “Well Jake, why don’t sit down here in front of us, while I explain some of the important stuff to our star rapists?” he advised me and pushed me down. The bulges of the other two actors seemed bigger from underneath. While Tim talked to the other guys Sydney suggested, I could already massage Tony and Stuart. This way, I would know what to expect later on and since the Fluffer-boy had called in sick, it would help the guys to hold their erection also. That made sense and so without asking I began softly to massage both other actors through their leather pants. They looked down at me and listened to Tim’s instructions. Something was strange about these two fellows. They didn’t seem to care about me very much. They haven’t said ‘Hi’ to me at all. They grinned down at me, while I kept on squeezing their dicks softly. Sydney mentioned in between, that he had already prepared my asshole successfully. This meant, I was bleeding now, but for me it was just the information, that I was lubed up. Both tops nodded. Then I got dressed up. I was able to pull the jeans almost up to the waist, but it was just too small. I was not even able to button up completely. This way you would see my prominent basket and my ass cheeks were visible. The same went for the shirt. You could even see my bellybutton. Sydney explained again, this way I would look hot sexy and it would make the whole story more believable. If a faggot in this gear bikes alone at this abandoned station, it is only natural he would get raped. “Right… cool” I said. They thought about those little details. I never even imagined this would be important at all. Sydney laughed and said, that was the reason why he was in the management, while I would get used the way it would happen now. I was determined to do my best, in the hope to get other video offers from Tim. Tony and Stuart were given motorcycle masks. After putting them on, I could only see their eyes and their mouths. The rest of their faces were covered. They looked even more dangerous now and my heart started beating faster. Sydney opened up a can. There were pills in it and he offered me one. “What is that good for?” I asked and added that I wouldn’t do drugs. “It’s not a drug. It is only for your stamina. You will be able to enjoy the attention of both tops. This scene was a rape scene after all. It has to be realistic….” he advised. “Give him only half of the pill. We want him defenseless… not unconscious!” Tim ordered harshly. So I was given half of the dose and swallowed it with a sip of water. After a couple of minutes I felt a bit dizzy and I was not able to follow the conversation any longer. Sydney warned Tim, I would react strongly to half of the pill. So they helped me to get up and accompanied me to the spot, where they would start filming. I was supposed to drive from there, just a couple of meters. Then I would be attacked. “Just let it emerge naturally…. don’t feel ashamed to scream out…. beg and plead with them to spare you, when you are on the ground…. try to get up and run away to the next spot…. there we will film the main action” he reminded me. “We plan to let the video cam roll the whole time. We will edit scenes, if we need to rearrange something…. ok? Let’s do it. Action!” he commanded and with that I started rolling slowly with my bike downhill. All of a sudden I saw a shadow emerge from parts of the ruin. Another guy followed him. They stopped my bike and threw me off to the ground. “Faggot – what are you doing here on our property! This is a faggot free environment.” the shouted out at me. I hurt myself falling from my bike and I was bleeding on my right knee. This sudden attack scared me, although I knew it was just a scene in a porn movie. But the guys were so realistic. Both ripped my shirts apart. I screamed frightened. I was slept several times and although I was dizzy before, now my whole body was alerted. “Look at this cunt…. look he can’t even close his pants.” they insulted me. I got kicked from one guy. It was Tony I think, because he was the taller one. He kicked me in my butt so hart. He even aimed at my back and when I tried to roll around to cover my back he had no problem kicking me in my stomach. “No…. wait…. please…. please stop….. STOP!” I screamed. Stuart grabbed me by my hair and hauled me into the ruins. My bicycle was picked up and thrown into the fields. I tried to grab Stuarts fist, to get free from him. But he held my shock of hair in an iron grip and dragged me more and more into the abandoned place. “PLEASE…. what are you doing…. I can’t owwwww….. Don’t do this to me please…..” I screamed at the top of my lungs. When Stuart released me I was crawling into a corner of the almost destroyed room. Totally confused I tried to hide myself and looked at the cam telling Tim it was tough… “Man… can you guys be less brutal please…..” I almost hyperventilated “Please guys…. give me a break please….. Ow…. OOoooowwww” I got kicked again from Stuart and so I tried to avoid the kicks. “Tim….. TIM….. Please” I almost cried. Tim shouted out loud to go on with the action. Everything disturbing the scene would be edited later. Tony entered the scene. He discarded my bike but now he was standing next to Stuart and both guys were breathing heavily and I could see their cold eyes looking down at me. Both massaged their cocks while they told me what a cheap slut I was. “Look at this fucking whore…. you knew what you were going to, when you passed our property and now it is time to pay” Tony snarled dangerously. “Please…. I’ll do… I’ll do anything…. just don’t hit me. Please…. PLEAAASEEEE?” I screamed. “Please….. Don’t please…. no…. oh God” I tried to avoid the kicks that were raining down on me. I didn’t know where to turn. I got kicked into my chest, when I tried to get up. I got kicked to the sides of my body. No matter how hard I tried to protect myself, I had no chance, since both guys were fast in changing their position. There was no escape. So I tried to be appear smaller than I actually was. Suddenly the kicking stopped. Both leather tops started to remove their thick leather belts and I knew what was coming. They beat me with their belts and showed no mercy. All I knew, they would stop soon, since this was a porn movie and this meant the fucking scene would start…. then this whole foreplay would come to an end. “Do you like the way my belt makes love to you?” Tony asked me breathlessly. I did not reply. I was too busy with the pain. I just grunted like a wounded animal. Their arms didn’t tire. They kept on beating my chest, my back, my stomach, my legs and since I wore my jeans still, my ass and my groin area had been spared up to now. “Tim…. Sydney…. Please make them stop…. Tony…. Stuart….. have mercy please…. I can’t take anymore” I cried. Eventually they probably felt pity for me, because the beating stopped. But they still held the belts in one of their fists. “Get on your knees filthy pig and open our pants” Tony said without remorse. “Suck our dicks you faggot. That’s what you were born to. To suck on alpha males you low life” Stu added this command. I looked up to them. I couldn’t believe they really stopped beating me. I tried to get up fast to my knees, but my whole body was aching. Slowly I got up and tried to look at them, in case they changed their minds and would hurt me again. But they stood only there with their legs apart with huge bulges in each of their pants. “Yes…. yes…. thanks you… I will… will… suck you good….. I will drain your balls…. I will do anything….. ANYTHING….. for you. But please don’t hurt me anymore. I tried to smile at both guys, but the pain made it unbearably. “Can we make a break Tim…. please…. I need something to drink.” I pleaded and so the director called ‘Cut’ and I felt safe again.

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I should add my two cents... I did go to the CumUnion last Friday at Steamworks Toronto. Interesting bunch of guys all horned up. Before I go to my room, I noticed a number of guys with their asses up in the air in their rooms, I knew that they were fair game to fuck RAW (and I hadn't removed my clothes yet). It was CumUnion night. I got my clothes off and put away, leaving me with only a jockstrap on. I went on my usual walk through the lighted and darkened areas of Steamworks to see who was doing what to whom. One guy stopped me to suck me off. That got me hard and off I was. An older white bearded fellow had a bigger room to share. I noticed some bare action there and asked if I could join them. I fucked the older guy who fucked the guy in front of him. I really enjoyed this. He asked me whether I was ready to cum. I said not yet as I just arrived. But he did get a good fucking from me which he really enjoyed. A guy I recognized from the private bb party/orgy from the previous week was in line to fuck; he tapped me on the shoulder and said 'hi'. I didn't see him any more that evening. I guess he was fucking guys in their rooms. I'll see him soon at the next private bb party/orgy in December (2 such events next month). I went to the dark room in the back and a guy had his ass to be fucked. So I dove in to his warm ass. It felt really great. He kept moaning and moaning. But I wasn't ready to cum just yet… Onward I went. In the front dark room with glory holes and a big open space I fucked another older guy with a warm ass. He really appreciated me fucking him. He said it felt 'just right'. Later that evening, a few guys wanted their asses fuck near the horse in a smaller dark area. A younger guy who I have fucked before saw me and asked me to fuck him which I did. Then he switched guys. Another guy my age who is versatile offered his ass so I began to fuck him. You get that feeling you're about to let your cum loose and I emptied into him. The younger guy wanted my cum and said do. I said to him next time let me finish in you. He agreed. After 3 hours, I had a lot of cock to suck and asses to fuck. I decided to have an early night. I felt very satisfied. Read1

chicago here @ steamworks party.... layed back on my back, legs spread jerking showing my cock n hole off. Black mature man stops in, leaves door open, fucks my ass and breeds it, leaves me with a creampie..... I can feel it running down my ass. Next guy was in love with the cum, leaking from my hole, fucks my ass and gives me another load and leaves. 3rd guy stopped by and asked how loads in that sweet pussy.... I said just 2, he ate my ass out while also fingering my hole. got up to 4 fingers in there and poppered me up and eventually had me shoot from all the ass play, licked that up... I went home after that, firgured I had my share...lol

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

Some of the hottest sex I've ever had has been completely unplanned and in a sleazy location. Back when I was driving a semi over the road, I ended up parking at this little lay-by off I-24 in Tennessee. All it was was a place where truck could pull off the highway and park. There were no facilities at all, just highway on one side and forest on the other. If you wanted to piss, you hit a tree. If you wanted to shit, you were SOL. Trash strewn around cause a lot of drivers are lazy fuckers...that sort of place. So I pull in and park for the night here (was out of hours, couldn't go any further to a better place to stop), and did my paperwork and grabbed something to eat. Got mostly undressed for bed, but had to go out and piss. So I climb out on the passenger side, next to the treeline for privacy just wearing shorts and shoes. Pulled out my cock and started pissing up against one of my drive wheels. I heard a noise as I was pissing and looked around and saw a figure a little ways back in the woods. As I watched I could tell he was looking at me, even though I couldn't see him clearly. Watched as he grabbed at his crotch slowly. At this point I was done pissing so I turned around with my dick hanging out of my shorts and waved him over.He came walking up and turned out to be a guy in his mid thirties, a bit shorter than me, with longish black hair under a ball cap and a short black beard.. Walked up to me and looked at me as he wrapped his hand around my cock. I already had a semi and when he grabbed me I was well on my way to being totally hard. Without a word he knelt down and started going down on me. Got me rock hard real fucking fast. At first I leaned back against the truck moaning softly, but then I started getting more aggressive...holding his head and fucking his face....that kind of thing. He had his jeans open and was stroking his cock while he sucked me so I bent over him reaching my hand down into his asscrack and started rubbing and fingering his hole. He stood up so his jeans fell around his knees and so he was bent over sucking my cock with his ass fully exposed. I started rubbing spit into his hole while he started groaning and deep throating me and slobbering all over my rock hard cock. Finally I couldn't take it and bent him over the drive tire I'd just pissed on lined my cock, dripping with his spit, up with his hairy ass crack and slowly eased into him. He groaned and tried to pull back off me a bit, but was stuck between me and that tire and I held my cock in his tight hairy ass til I felt him relax a bit and open up for me. I started fucking him real slow...he seemed to need me to take it easy at first and I wanted to make it good for him too. But it didn't take long before he was thrusting back onto my cock and taking it all with no trouble at all. Wasn't long before I could feel my load coming and thrust it deep in his ass as I blasted deep inside him. Neither one of us had said a word up til that point. Long story short, he ended up climbing up in my sleeper for the night. He'd arrived just after I had, so we had a good ten hours to kill together, which ended with me sucking two loads out of him and fucking a second one into his ass. As it happened, we were both traveling the same way for several hundred miles, so when we rolled out the next day, we kept in touch on the phone and stopped a couple times along the way so we could fuck again. I ended up blowing three more loads in his ass that day in three different locations until our paths separated. Never saw him again unfortunately but he was a damn hot fuck.

Just got fucked hard up the arse by a late 20s Polish guy who messaged me on line. He said he would be out jogging between 8am and 9am and could he come round and fuck me. He asked if he could do it without a condom and I said no problem. He called round soon after - his pictures didn't do him justice. He was dark, bit chubby, dressed in trackie bottoms and a sweatshirt and he had a cock that just seemed to keep growing bigger as I sucked it. I sucked him for a while and licked his big hairy balls and then he indicated he wanted to fuck. I dropped my pants and bent over the settee and he pushed up me. He started fucking me slowly and then built up and soon he was banging my arse hard and fast. He fucked for ages and then he grunted and pushed hard up me a few times and I knew he was depositing his load right up me. Just what I needed. He finished coming and pulled out and I licked his cock clean. It was the best fuck I've had in ages and I'm pretty sure he dumped a big load up my arse.

12/30 2pm. Thought I was going to spend this new year's eve watching the ball drop on tv, but just got a call from a pretty hot guy, according to his profile on here, who checked out my escort ad on one of the websites and wants to hire me for a party he is throwing for his friends tomorrow night for new year's eve in Atlanta. Told me he wanted a bareback chempig bottom escort who liked to party and throw darts and was up to him and his horny hung top friends as their pounded from both ends cumdump all night in the Atlanta area. I got a hardon just thinking about all the cocks spurting cum all night in and on me. So we will see what comes out of it tomorrow and I will report back on Thursday. Hopefully I will get lots of cum in both ends all night! Oink, oink... Ok.... well its 4pm on 12/31 and have started getting ready for tonight. Just finished using the shower shot douche til I am running clean which took awhile but I really got into having the hose nozzle spraying up inside my ass knowing that I was going to get so much cock tonight and had a bottle of used poppers that made it feel oh so good already giving me a leaky hardon. Wish I had gotten some blow or T to start early before the party but will just hope they have a good bit when I get there. The house is off Cascade Road so I know the area is kinda downlow already and the guy told me there was a sling in along with a fuckbench and other stuff that would be found in a playroom. He didn't tell me what to wear except to not shave and he loved my hairy chest so am thinking I am more of a fucktoy and will not be wearing much if anything. Am thinking on taking some leather along in a bag but will probably leave it in the car. Got a nice pair of jeans, a wifebeater tank, and my black boots... so I guess I am ready... Party starts at 7pm and an hour to get there so I guess I just have to wait a few hours more... 6pm on 12/31. All ready to go. Got my bag in the car and just heading out. Wish me luck! New Years Eve (part 2) Got to the address i was given a little ahead of the start of the party and got a good parking space. Guy was suprised that I was a little early, I guess he was used to guys coming in late. I asked about the leather and he said to just leave it in the car. That these guys were not interested in fetish gear only mouth and ass. He went ahead and paid me upfront for the night and showed me wear I could store my clothes in a secure place. He looked me over from head to toe and said yes I would be a great addition to his party and asked how I partied leading me onto the screened in porch in the back of the house. I told him I was pretty open and then he pulled out the glass pipe and I knew I was going to have a great time. He loaded up the bowl and I watched as he first held the pipe up to his lips and smoked and then held it up to mine and then we shotgunned over and over until there was no smoke left and until the bowl was empty. I think he was glad I came early and had this time alone with me to get a sample first. After a couple of bowls, I was starting to get really buzzed. A new guy came out and offered us both a cocktail. I guess he was the hired bartender as he was wearing a formal shirt, bowtie and black jockstrap that was bulging to the point of exploding, or that was what I thought as the meth was making me very horny. They were mixed pretty strong and knew by the taste that as least mine contained some added G. I didn't care as I was part of the hired help as well and knew I was staying the night. I must have drunk mine pretty quick as he asked if I wanted another and then left the room. I have big nips and this guy I guess knew I loved to have my nips played with as he just reached across and started playing with mine. First one, then the other, I could not contain myself and let out a little yelp of delight. He twisted harder and harder and then the second round of drinks arrived, this time with the bartender without his jockstrap sporting a definitely huge hardon. Since the drinks were served at eye level, I could not help but gaze at such a beautiful hairy cock. I opened my mouth to say something but his hard cock was shoved into my mouth instead deep throating and face fucking my mouth grasping my head with both hands and plowing deeper and deeper until I could feel what felt like a bucket of cum hit the back of my throat as I swallowed and choked on all the cum, licking my lips and downing the next cocktail afterwards while my host watched. The host now had me up on my hands and knees on the couch on the porch and inserted a good bootybump up my ass and handed me back the pipe as he had reloaded the bowl and it was great stuff. He started to leave me alone and told me the party would start when I had finished the bowl. Just then the doorbell rang and then again and over and over again. I guess everyone was arriving for the party. I did not care at that point, I had my lighter, a bowl full in my pipe and was starting to feel great!

A guy checked out my advertisement on the bareback website and called me about an appointment for Sunday night at his hotel in Buckhead, Atlanta, saying that he had hired me before, but on that occasion it was with another escort, and for a shorter timespan. The only thing I could remember about this guy was that he was older, paid well, and had a good supply of drugs. Aside from that, my mind was pretty much a blank on this guy. His only demand for this session was that he wanted me to fuck him all night and he was prepared for whatever it took for that to take place, adding he would check in about 3:00 PM and would be ready for me at 4:00 PM, and that I was to stay until checkout at noon the next day. I often get requests asking that I top, but eighteen hours was a long time to commit to fucking a guy. I got there right on time and he opened the door wearing his hotel bathrobe. He handed me a Viagra to chew up and another to take when I needed it. I could smell the pipe and knew it was nearby but I don't tend to use when I am topping. He had some good bareback porn playing on the TV from a DVD collection he had brought. I sat down on the bed to watch the porn and he undressed me, starting with my shoes and socks, shirt, shorts and underwear and put the cockring I brought along on my cock. I lay on the bed to get more comfortable and he lubed up my cock and got me hard. I got lost watching the porn and his handjob was great, which brought my cock to full attention, at which time he had me lay on my back sideways across the bed, positioning myself so I could still watch the porn as he disrobed and climbed on my cock. He sat down on my cock, and I remember thinking his ass fit like a glove. He fucked himself on my hard cock as I watched the movie. I was the thick piece of cockmeat that he wanted and he was using what he paid for. Every once in awhile he pulled and twisted on my nipples, which naturally drove me crazy. Occasionally I bucked-up to fuck him, but each time he would stop, just to make sure I knew that he was in charge of the entire situation. I grabbed for his ass to play with it and he produced a handcuff and proceeded to handcuff me to each side of the bed so I would not be inclined to touch him again, as he rode my cock with his relentless continual motion. Not too hard, not too light, just a continuous sensation of rhythmic bouncing. After a few hours, he climbed off my cock and went to the bathroom. My cock loves to be ridden but I was starting to go soft when he reappeared in the room. I imagine he realized the Viagra was wearing off, so he produced a needle, swabbed the base of my cock, and then I remembered this guy: he was into Caverject. He injected the dosage into the bottom of my penis and then proceeded to pull and work my cock like bread dough, getting the fluid to flow throughout my cock. After about ten minutes of this treatment, my cock was rockhard and rigid, so he knew he was good for another couple of hours of riding. It did not matter whether I was or wasn't getting off on the scene. Regardless, I was hard, and it was no longer my choice but his, as he was in control. He knew that even if I came, I would remain hard for him to fuck his ass. But, as it was, I was getting off on the fact that he was in control, a point that he knew full well. At some point I felt the cum build-up inside me and warned him that I was cumming. He did not care. He wanted my seed up his ass. He did not speed up or slow down, but rather he milked continued to milk my cock for all it was worth. True to the injection, my cock stayed hard as he rode me, and when the DVD ended another one would automatically begin as he had brought his five DVD changer player with him. At least the porn was good. This continued all night. I was held captive and, in fact, he shot my cockbase with another dose of Caverject, as I watched the bareback porn. I even watched the light through the blinds start to appear in the early morning and, at point point, even noticed the checkout slip appear under the door. He continued, even as housekeeping mistakenly opened the door to find him bouncing on my cock, which caused me to cum again in his ass again. I remained rockhard and he used me like the piece of meat I was. Finally he got off and went to shower. He paid my fee and asked if I wanted to shower, which I did. What an interesting Sunday night!

After I got another load from Brad, we were soaking wet and funky. Justin suggested we go get showered off, which was exactly what we needed. Although I was holding on two the three poz loads that had just been pumped into me, and I wasn't going to lose them. A good shower was exactly what the three of us needed after such a ground-breaking afternoon. We dried off and went to get new towels, throwing them in the bin and then asking for new towels. Brad got one for himself and one for Justin. When I asked for mine, Brad told the attendant that I didn't need one, and he steered me back upstairs towards the room. I asked, "What's going on?" Brad replied "Since you broke your poz cherry today, we should see if you can get some more charged loads up your hole - and we can't advertise it if you're wearing a towel." At this remark all three of us started to sprout wood. This was definitely going to be interesting. We went up to the second floor where Brad and Justin walked me around the hallways. As we passed the water fountain I paused to get a quick drink. Three guys were standing in the immediate vicinity. Justin separated my ass-cheeks inviting the guys to "Get a look at this, guys. Freshly bred butt-hole," finishing-up with a sharp slap to my ass. I was, of course, startled as hell, and in the process began to loose some of the cum I had been consciously holding back. 'Fuck', I thought, 'here I am with cum running down my legs'. Two of the guys just smiled and walked on, but the third, a guy in his 30's started stroking his cock under his towel. Brad completed the invitation saying "If you want a piece of that, stop by Room 213 and ask for Rik!" I was being pimped out by the two guys that bred me! How humiliating ... but also kinda hot! We were all still sprouting wood, so we were all getting off on this. And I still had nothing covering me. Brad said, "Come on, let's walk around." The three of us went to the multi-level video room next. Once our eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, there were around six guys watching the porn. But my two pimps were going to change their focus. Justin looked at Brad and said, "I think we need to show our slut off!" Brad smiled and said, "Great idea." "What do you guys have in mind?" I asked. Justin stepped up to me and gave me a big, French kiss saying "Let's have some fun!" With that he led me to one of the risers and had me get on my hands and knees, so my asshole was at a perfect level for his cock. Justin didn't ask Brad at this point, he just worked his pierced cock up my hole again - in front of the other guys. Brad was working his cock under his towel, enjoying Justin's perverted exhibitionism. Justin, meanwhile, was slowly fucking my ass. Clearly he wasn't looking to get off, but publicize ownership of my fuckhole - if only for the afternoon. A couple guys moved closer towards us to get a better view, which was, of course, exactly what Justin was planning. In a completely audible voice he remarked "Brad, this slut still feels good after we pozzed his hole. Stick your cock up his ass and feel for yourself." As he withdrew he asked me "Hey, Rik, how’s your hole now?" But before I could think of a clever reply Justin had fully withdrawn, stepped away, and, giving me a sharp slap, held my cheeks apart as Brad stepped forward, draped his towel over my head, and slid his poz cock up my ass. "Yeah, you'll like this freshly pozzed hole," Justin grunted. Brad fucked away for several minutes, and while so doing, Justin asked "Doesn't he feel good?" (I can only assume Justin was playing poz whore master for the audience.) "Yeah, I should have pozzed him back when I converted. This slut would have loved it," Brad commented. Crap! Did Brad really mean that? I started out that morning with my boyfriend and his friend, and now I'm their freshly pozzed towel rack and cumdump. If this wasn't humiliating enough, I started feeling several hands feeling my body. Looking down, I could see five pair of feet around me. Guys were feeling my chest, cock, ass and Brad's cock as it slowly worked my hole. I heard Brad ask "You want to fuck my slut? You've gotta big dick. He'll love it." Brad pulled out and I felt two fingers slide into my asshole. I certainly didn't know whose fingers they were - I was not in a position to explore who-was-who. Nor, to be honest, did I want or care to find out. I watched Brad's feet step away as another guy got into position. I waited to feel a new cock ... and then saw a condom wrapper fall to the floor. Justin intervened saying "Dude, this slut is deathly allergic to condoms. He can only be fucked bare." I kinda laughed at Justin's quick thinking. Nicely played, Justin. I saw the guy step back, remarking "I only fuck with condoms ... sorry." Brad replied "No problem," and with that the guy walked away. Another guy said, "I'll fuck your slut!" Brad said, "Have at it!" The new guy threw his towel over my head as well and got in position behind my hole. Justin said, "We're looking for charged loads for our slut here, you got one?" The new guy said, "Yeah, I've been poz for a while, and I'm happy to share my strain with your slut!" Brad said, "Excellent, give him your load!" The new guy slammed his cock inside my ass and I just about lost my breath. Holy shit he was big! The new guy commented "Damn, his hole is full of cum. I love messy sluts!" And with that by way of introduction he fucked my ass, surrounded by a whole group of guys, giving the impression I was the last available piece of ass on the planet. I couldn't see much of anything, especially since now a couple of smelly towels were draped over my head, but suddenly Brad slid beneath the towels, wiggling close so he could kiss me while I was getting fucked. Then I felt his legs stretch out next to my right torso. He let out a soft moan of pleasure. "Are you getting fucked?" I asked. "Yeah, Justin still hasn't had a chance to breed me with his toxic cum yet and I want it really bad. Do you feel like a bugchasing cum dump whore now?" I managed to say "Fuck yeah, and oh God, I love you!" Then he pulled my head down and started making out with me again. We were both getting bred by poz guys, and I had no idea how toxic the fuck was going to be - and didn't care. "I'm gonna cum now!" announced the guy fucking my ass. I didn't know what he looked like, and was fairly sure he hadn't actually gotten any sight of me, but it didn't matter: at that very moment he was sperming my asshole. "Fuck, you just get bred!" was his parting comment as he slowly withdrew from my ass, giving me an appreciative tap on the ass. At this point poz cum was running out of my gaping asshole and various guys in the video room were sliding their fingers in and out of my battered hole. It didn't matter how much is in my bank account or what kind of car I drove. To the men I was a piece of meat, just for their pleasure. I could tell that Justin's fuck strokes were getting harder, as Brad's body was bouncing back and forth from the fucking. Justin was going to cum soon, and Brad was going to share the virus strain that had just gone into my body. I was stroking Brad's nipples, and telling him how hot he must look getting fucked in the middle of all these guys. Justin started grunting and breathing hard and then announced "I'm cumming up your ass, dude! Here it comes!" Brad's eyes rolled in the back of his head in ecstasy. Justin was totally turned on by finally getting the sex that his neg boyfriend wasn't giving him, and he got to breed his first neg hole and the poz hole of his support group buddy. And for Brad and me, well, we had taken poz loads side-by-side from two different poz guys. And we couldn't have been happier.

I know that this guy is feeling very bad...but am I the only one who finds this totally hot?

Part III “Aw fuck! I’m filling your guts with my cum... right! NOW!” the trucker growled loudly enough for everyone at the rest stop to hear. He was a big-bellied man who wore his cap backwards and had a long, scraggly beard. He stank of piss, beer, and cigarettes, and he fucked me with a thick, long, toxic-looking rod and had dumped my ass with a flash flood of cream. “Alright, I’m next,” said one of the two cute jocky college-aged guys. “Wait man, me too,” the other one said. They were both high as hell I could tell. One of them was tall and had long skater boy hair. He grabbed me by my hair and smacked my face with his rock hard, leaking dick. Then he forcefully clutched both sides of my head and thrust his dick into the back of my throat, making me gag and splutter. The other one was shorter but heavily muscular. He roughly grabbed my ankles and ripped my legs apart like he was opening a Christmas gift. He jammed his cock into me with ease; it had already been opened up by a couple guys and heavily lubed up with cum. The night was silent but for the sounds of the highway, my muffled moaning and gagging, and the smacking sounds of the guy’s balls slapping against my ass every time he pounded me. I was being rented out as a quick pump n’ dump behind a highway rest stop for anyone with five bucks in their pocket. I was on my back, legs in the air, and was being pounded against the wall. Giovanni stood with his back to the wall smoking a joint and collecting money. It was over eighty degrees outside and past 1 AM. “Oh, fuck! I’m cumming inside you bitch!” grunted the guy who was fucking me. With that, he unloaded another load of cum in my ass, and at this point I was overflowing. Cum was leaking in a steady stream out of my ass and down my crack. The other guy pulled outside of my mouth and came onto my hole, then pushed it in with his finger. “Last guy plug him back up,” Giovanni said as he finished. My head was spinning from copious amounts of crack, meth, and weed Giovanni had supplied me in the car on our way here. He made sure I never stopped smoking on the 20 minute drive here. I was pretty much blacked out but would phase in every once in a while in the middle of being fucked and it felt so fucking good. The last guy crammed my giant butt plug back in my ass to keep the cum from trickling out, but my ass was so full some of it still leaked. “Get dressed,” Giovanni said, grabbing me by the hair and lifting me up to my legs. I hurriedly pulled up my board shorts (that’s all he allowed me to wear) and when I stood up I could feel thick, warm streams of cum run down my leg. The men who fucked me were getting into their cars and driving away. Giovanni was wearing a mesh top and a speedo, which meant we were going to the baths today. I crawled into the passenger’s seat of his car and felt the cum from my ass soak through the back of my ass onto the leather seats. Giovanni handed me a loaded syringe and two blunts. “It’s a long way to the baths, cumwhore.” I lit up a blunt and we passed it between us; I greedily left the syringe for right before the baths. I wanted to be freshly high out of my mind and flying before I let any guy with any cock fuck me in the sex clubs. I had spent the entire day tanning by Giovanni’s pole in my g-string smoking T, so I didn’t look gaunt, but I did have bags under my eyes from lack of sleep. Giovanni found a parking spot a block away from the bathhouse and I gave myself the slam in the car. There were no cops on this street; it was deserted except for the twisted fuckers at the bathhouse. We walked to the entrance. It was a basement venue, with a red neon sign flashing above it. Guys in harnesses and leather chaps were smoking cigarettes outside. “Yo, Gio! Fresh meat? Let’s go inside, boys. We’ve got fresh cumdump tonight,” one of them said hungrily to the others, grabbing his crotch as they all followed us in. My slimy ass perked at the thought of all those lustful, probably poz men pumping me with their cocks.

Part II I felt heat spring to the tips of my fingers, roar up my chest, and slap me in the face as he removed the tourniquet from my arm. Suddenly, I ran out of air, and I panicked, coughing madly and too fucked up to recover. I felt like all the blood in my body was rushing to my asshole. I felt hot, insatiable. Guido Dad, who told me to call him Giovanni, slammed himself too as I adapted to my new, unbelievable high. I was in pig heaven. Giovanni bent down above my head. I could barely see his face; his shades were still on. He rolled up a large wad of spit in his mouth and spat it all over my face. “Alright, trash. Get on your back and open those legs like the fucked up slut you are,” he commanded. I eagerly leapt to the back of the bed, lifted my legs in the air, and opened wide. I dug my fingers into my ass cheeks and pulled them apart as if to beg for his dick. “Daddy, please,” I moaned, hazy from the drugs and having been starved from dick up until now. The Maximum Impact had hit me hard, and I still had unbelievable amounts of THC in my system in addition to the T. “Fuck my hole. Shred my pussy. Knock me up with your daddy sperm!” He took a final puff from his cigarette, ashed it, and climbed onto the bed. His white pants were so tight they showed off every giant muscle in his legs. His thighs and calves were chiseled beyond belief. He took off his flip flops to reveal deep tan lines on his feet. His chest was enormous, hovering over my body. He removed his shades. His pupils were heavily dilated from the drugs, and he looked at me coldly, like I was just some fucked up twink he found at the baths and is about to breed behind a dumpster. He spat on me again, and I groaned, my face now covered with a thick, sticky layer of both of our spit. “You want this cock slutboy? You want this giant meat abusing and tearing up that tight little Asian pussy? Tell me how much you want it, and maybe I’ll be good to you,” he said, grinning. “Fuck my pussy! Tear me apart! My body is just a hole for you, I want you to fuck me until my body expires! Just fuck me!” I practically screamed. My ass puckered as he applied more T-laced lube in and around my ass, then on his cock. “Stupid bitch. I was never going to show you mercy,” he laughed as he rammed his cock into my ass. I yelled in shock and sheer pleasure, my toes uncurled and my feet were fully flexed. My legs bucked at the impact of his cock. Giovanni was horny alright, and I was proud to be the hole that would drain him of his cum. “FUUUUCK!” I yelped, and he thrust slowly a few times, letting my ass muscles quickly loosen around his giant meat. Then, he began to pump. He grabbed my ankles and spread them as wide as possible, as if he was trying to open up my hole as he ripped through it. His cock was so big and thick it felt like it filled every air space in my ass. “Oh! Yeah! Fuck! Me! Just! Like! That!” I gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head as Giovanni consummated his ownership of his new whore with brutal, loveless fucking. I moaned and gasped with each thrust as he went deeper until I felt like he was striking my stomach, but I was so high on drugs it only felt incredible, not even slightly painful. I didn’t know I could take a dick so big so deep. He would frequently spit on me as he rammed me. This was worlds better than any fuck my boyfriend has ever given me. “You like my tool, bitch?” “Y-Yeah,” I gasped, as he slowed his pace. He kissed me, not affectionately, but like a wolf licking his prey. Then, he pulled out completely, leaving my asshole puckering hungrily for a millisecond, before shoving the full length back in. His dick had marked my hole as its own, and he fucked me indiscriminately of how I felt, even though I was practically immune to pain and drowning in my tweaked up bliss. “You ready for my load, bitch?” he asked, his thrusts starting to get faster. “Hell yeah, seed me daddy! Fill me with that hot daddy load! I want your sperm in my blood, make me your FUCKING SLUT!” I roared as he lifted his leathery face to the ceiling and howled with pleasure as he squirted load after load in me. At first I didn’t feel it, but I knew he was cumming because of how he rammed his throbbing dick deeper than I imagined possible. Then, after maybe his fourth squirt of thick cum, my ass was flooding with his load, and it felt completely warm and sticky on the inside. He pulled out, a giant, thick, string of cum so thick it was almost yellow dangling off from the tip of his dick and sticking to the surface of my ass. I tightened my ass, holding in what felt like a pint of cum as he groaned and fingered me, licking wads of cum he managed to plunge out of my hole. “Get some rest, bitch,” he said, handing me his bong and my weed so I could wind down from the drugs. He didn’t bother cleaning off his dick and zipped up his pants. “When you wake up, I got more fun for you.” He reached into his drawer, pulled out a large butt plug, and crammed it into my ass. It felt wide at the bottom, but it was easy to take compared to his dick. He was keeping my ass lubed up with his cum for my next fuck.

I started to wake as he was lifting me out of the sling. I was still soring still in some other place and this man who had just totally claimed my ass was now sitting me down on the bed as he moved stuff around and was praising me. “You did damn good pup, I would’ve been scared except your dick stayed rock hard and kept leaking even as your eyes rolled up into the back of your head.” I couldn’t focus the drugs and his demeanor had me caught off guard. “Boy stop day dreaming lets hit the showers get you cleaned out and both of us need a good rinsing off.” We made our way to the shower catching looks from a few people. Once we got there he handed me a douche ball and said he prefilled it special for me and not to lock the door of the toilet he would stand watch. I expelled all the chem. Piss in a rush it was good I was empty…but FUCK I was empty. I rinse off a bits the grabbe d the douche all and squeezed it all end. It was warm and I felt even warmer as it ignited my ass and body I was feeling dizzy when Sir Ian looked in on me smiling I looked up like a kicked puppy as my ass open involuntarily and it felt like everything I had ever ate came rushing out and. He said it was a herbal flush mixed with a generous portion of T and it would clean me good and keep me high. “You’re a good pup you took that booty bump like a champ now I have a treat for you.” He scooped me up and drug me into the showers. Once inside he turned it on super warm and began washing me and playing with my ass all at the same time. It was super sensitivity as I held on to the pipes and keep the water running while he washed my ass and back and pits all the while teasing my nipples or wrok 2 or 3 fingers into my soapy hole. There were guys standing at the trough watching and end the tv room watching as he made moan and wimper like a total whore boy it was amazing. I felt a rush of warmth wash over me as he grabbed my hair and forced my ass up as he stood behind me. Here on public display he rammed his cock in my ass. He fucked me hard and steady until I was gibbering like an idiot. I feel his body jerk a bit then realize he waving someone in. see a pair of dark legs and realize its one of the regular guys I see here all the time. They exchange pleasantries as he offers my mouth for the guy to fuck which he does. His cock is long and thick and I choke and gag on every stroke. Turns out this guy is some sorta porn star Sir Ian is letting him know that I’m open for business tonight and my ass is free to anyone with a good size load. My ass and throat are soon filled and all I can manage to do is keep my balance. I feel myself going in to a total cock haze and still there is a crowd of guys watching. Sir Ian writes our room number on the shower wall before pulling me off the guys cock. I thank him as I’m pulled back into the water and then we rinse one more time and head back to the room. A few guys followed us and he let them know it be a few minutes. “Got to get his hole lubed up again fellas be a minute.”. And soon we were in the room. He was handing me a bottle of water and said drink all of it. I did and hell didn’t realize how thirsty I was. “you’ve been really good pup and now that I’ve opened you up pretty deep lets get you’re hole filled with cum. Lets see how much your s ass will hold. But first we’re gonna smoke a joint and get you back good and relaxed.” He reached into the drawer and pulled out two joints. He handed me one and lit the other for himself before leaning in to spark mine with his. He pushed me around and said relax smoke ad let me get you lubed up. It was good shit and after the second hit my buzz was 3x intensified but didn’t feel as jittery. And my ass was in total heaven he had 3 fingers from each hand massaging my ass and my ring was going crazy. “Ok pup I want you in that sling now.” I was there in a hot minute. I had a bottle of poppers in my hand and he was grabbing something out of the drawer they were leather strips and a blind fold. “OK pup since you are gonna take all loads no matter what you don’t really need to see faces. And I don’t want you cock flying off so we’re gonna bind that up also, you’re body is mine and I’m a generous Daddy.” I smiled but he could see I was nervous. He said no worries take this as he handed me another “E” I swallowed it down as he kissed me this time I swallowed the pill and his spit . it was awesome and I was and its was a long kiss but it had to end. He put two fingers up to my slimey hole and the sunk in both with his thumb tucked underneath. I moaned and sniffed poppers. As the bottle left my nose I heard Sir Ian walk over and open the door. I was blind, hard with an open ass dripping lube. I felt a cock press up against my ass and then sink in all the way to the balls. I moan and growled and realized it was Sir Ian when he told me to work his nipples after taking some poppers. He fucked me hard and deep right from the start all the time saying what a good puppy I was and saying how he wanted to fuck my cream filled cunt after everybody had got a chance at my hole. He wanted to watch me being fucked by every and anyone and me loving it since I had no idea who’s cock was in me. Just a nice cock with a big load to fill my open hole up. His dirty talk and his constant pounding would have made me cum if not for the fact he tied my cock and balls off. Instead my ass was dilating and opening more. I felt the pressure again like my ass was gonna explode and that’s just what it did as I moan and my ass opened out on his cock. I heard a guy at the door say "DAMN!!" as my hole opened and closed in spasms sucking his cock like a trained pet. This had him cursing and piston fucking me until he shot his load as deep as he could. I was panting and moaning as he fucked his way through both our orgasms. My ass sucked up his cum and wanted more. I’m not sure how long he fucked me all i know is I had inhaled half a bottle of poppers and spilt some which he wiped up . but I do know it was only a few words and a minute after he pulled his cock out that I felt another one slam into me.