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I paused the video and pulled up Craigslist and then logged into my account. I finished off my drink and poured another one. I clicked on the DRAFTS tab and there was my ad “Seeking a Positive Attitude”. I opened it up and took a swig of my drink and began to read it. Half way through I stopped and took some hits of poppers and then started reading it again from the beginning. When I finished reading my cock was bobbing up and down. I laughed. It was like my cock was shaking its head YES, publish it. I took another swallow of my drink and some more popper hits and then resumed watching the video. When the Poz bear began shooting his cum up the neg guy’s ass I found myself shaking all over and saying out loud, “Knock me up with your Poz seed!”. As the video finished I swallowed some more of my drink and took 4 huge hits of poppers. As the rush hit I yanked the butt plug out and rammed it back into my hole and then with a push I shoved even the base of the plug into my hole. As my ass lips closed with the entire plug inside of me, I reached over to my keyboard and hit Publish. I thought I was going to pass out from the high and the excitement so I sat back and tried to slow my breathing and calm myself down a little. As my thoughts came back together I stared at my screen. That was so fucking hot. Then I realized that I should get the base of the plug back out of my hole so the plug didn’t get lost in my bowels. With a little pressure I felt it begin to move and the base popped back out. I checked my email for any responses and then brought up the Craigslist window and refreshed it. There at the top was my ad “Seeking a Positive Attitude”. I began to get a little nervous about it. As I reflected, I told myself that it had been a slow night for responses and the chances of anyone responding to my ad were slim to none. Even if someone did respond, I could ignore it and not reply. Or I could tell them that I was scared and that we would have to keep it safe. But then my mind wandered and the little voice in my head said “But it would be so fucking hot!”. I noticed my cock bobbing up and down again saying “YES” and my body was shivering all over. I needed another drink to calm myself down. I changed back to a regular BB video and just worked on my drink as I watched it. I also let the poppers wear off some. I looked at the clock and it was almost midnight. I was very high and drunk and decided that I would just finish my drink and do another popper session while I watched another video and stroked myself to an orgasm and then go to bed. I looked at my glass and it was almost empty so I refilled it. Then I grabbed my water bottle of poppers and began taking non-stop hits until I was super high then I hit play on the video. I had picked another one with a Poz guy breeding a neg guy. About a minute into the video I heard a notification sound signaling that I had an email. I paused the video and switched windows on my screen. There was an email from Daddy Dan. I opened it. “Still looking?” There was a high resolution photo attached. I opened it and there was a full body shot of a white furry daddy bear wearing nothing but a wife beater T-shirt. The outline of nipple rings could be seen under his shirt. But hanging between his legs was the cock of a God. It had to be 8.5 to 9” with an equally impressive set of low hanging balls. I felt my mouth begin to water and my asshole twitch. I took a big swig of my drink. It was late. I didn’t know which of my ads he had seen and was responding to. I was jerking off and going to bed. My cock was bobbing up and down again. I needed another sip of my drink and then took a couple of hits of poppers. “OmG !! NiCE cuck. HOrnY But tottlllly dwunk.” I responded. My glass was empty so I refilled it, then I heard another notification. “No problem. I enjoy partying. Are you interested in Daddy’s cock? What motel are you at?” I should shut my email down and not respond. I was very close to shooting my cum all over the place and even closer to passing out from all the alcohol and the Oxy. I failed to notice that there were photos attached to his last email. I took a couple of hits of poppers and opened them. The first was a frontal shot of Daddy in his T-shirt but now his cock was at full attention. It looked huge. The next was a photo taken from the side showing his full erect length. The last one was of his cock plunging RAW /BARE between a set of black very muscular looking ass cheeks. I should just go to bed but the little voice in my head said that I needed to feel the size and heat of that cock in my hand, feel it in my mouth, but it would never fit into my hole. And there was my damn cock bobbing up and down again. I should ask him his status. I should tell him I only play safe. But then he might not be interested. I could always ask him his status and mention safe play when he got to my room. He wouldn’t have a problem as long as he got off right? If I said “NO. STOP”, he wouldn’t force himself on me. That would be rape. I looked again at the high resolution photo of his cock plunging between the black ass cheeks as I gulped down half of my drink and took some big hits from my popper bottle. As my cock continued to bob, my fingers moved to my keyboard. “DAsy in bi inerstate not lo ng awake” My body was shivering all over from the excitement. I pulled the butt plug out and shoved it back in a couple of times before finishing my drink. Then I heard the notification sound. “I am about 10 minutes away. What room? I hesitated. I should not respond. I should go to bed. But my cock and my hole didn’t want me to. My conscious mind and my subconscious cock warred against each other. I don’t know how long I sat there as my fogged mind had lost sense of time. “13 9” I typed. I stared at the screen, then again at his photos, then back at my response. I grabbed my popper bottle and shoved it up my nostrils, first one side and then the other taking several big hits. My cock was bobbing wildly as I reached over and hit Send. As soon as I did it, I began to regret it. No problem. I could turn the lights off and ignore the knocking at the door when he arrived. He would just assume that I either gave him the wrong room number or that I had passed out. My mind was made up. I poured another drink and downed it in a few gulps then I poured another one. Daddy had said he was 10 minutes away. I had time to finish jerking off as I was on the edge and it shouldn’t take more than a minute to finish. I brought up the video I had been watching before of the Poz guy breeding the Neg guy. I had just minimized it before the email exchange with Daddy. I hit the play button and as the video resumed I grabbed my water bottle of poppers and took a couple of big hits. I had just taken hold of my cock when I heard a sharp knock at my motel room door. I froze. Oh my God. That must be Daddy. My cock almost shot off but every muscle in body became tense as I tried not to move and make any noise, and my orgasm was delayed. My mouth suddenly went dry and I was afraid that I was going to cough. Grabbing my glass, I swallowed half of the drink. Again, I heard a knock, a little louder than the last one. Don’t move my mind told me. Keep still. But my whole body began to shiver and I was afraid that I might fall out of the chair I was sitting on. I needed to relax. I grabbed my water bottle of poppers and taking the cap off I inserted the neck up my nostril and took a long deep hit then switched sides then repeated the cycle 2 more times, then put the cap back on the bottle as I held my breath. The rush hit and I felt like I was floating. The only thing I was aware of was a knocking at the door and my cock bobbing up and down!

My name is Charlie, and I am a recovering addict. Almost 10 years ago, I got involved with some guys in California who got me hooked on meth, used me for a few months, and then basically left me for dead. I survived. Well, part of me did. Sometimes I think its the part of me that should have died. I hadn't done tina in almost 10 years, though, like a bad addict, I would still look at chem porn, and read sleazy, chem-filled stories on sites like this one, on bugshare, on NKP. I got off over and over again to stories of guys getting fucked up, whether it be by their choice or not, and getting used like the sluts most gay men are. I got off on stories about pozzing, stealthing (chems and poz), zoo, you name it. I was a secret (or not so secret, I don't know) pervert, but I hadn't relapsed. That was until recently. See there was this guy that I had talked to over those almost 10 years, from the time I was in California through the time that I moved to Boston. For most of this time, he didn't know that I was in recovery, that I really shouldn't be talking about how much I would love to be between his hairy thighs while he spun his pipe and blew clouds over me. This guy was my kind of pig. Tall, about 6 foot or a little more, and bearish - both furry, and with a belly. But best of all, he was a pig, and made no bones about it. Well, he may have made a few bones, if you catch my drift. His name was Pat, and he was local to me in Boston, only a few miles away, but as anyone who lives in a metro area knows, 6 miles can be a very long way to go for cock. Pat was into leather harnesses and slings, piss play and fist, sweat, spit and anon sex. All of that made me hot. What made me hotter was that he didn't care about his status for most of the 10 years that we were chatting and camming. He didn't care about his status until he tested positive for HIV in 2015, after which point he started to care more about what his partner's status was. See, once he converted, he began to like gifting and stealthing guys. So he would tell some guys that he was undetectable, or just not talk about status with them when they would party with him. But he and I would talk about it. I was still neg, and had been something of a passive chaser for most of my sexually active years. It was all fantasy to me - granted a hot fantasy that got me off time and again, but still a fantasy. I let undetectable guys breed me, and didn't ask status for a lot of the guys that used my holes, but still tested neg in 2016. I had been cautious about talking to Pat after moving to the Boston area, as I hadn't wanted to break my sobriety and relapse, although every day dirty fantasies would flit through my head, where I would go, and someone would slip a booty bump up my hole, and by the time I realized what it was, I wouldn't be able to do anything about it but beg for more dick. Then I did something that would change my life completely, and free me from the fantasy Hell I had been trapped in. I told Pat about some of these fantasies, especially ones where I would be kidnapped and forced to do chems and take cock for days. When I was young, there was no real worry about a guy finding your address if you didn't want him to - it was too much effort for most people to go through, and besides, shit like that only happens to other people, right? Well, since there has been such an upsurge of technology that utilizes a phone's GPS for the purposes of finding ass, it has become easier to triangulate someone's location based on these applications. Guess what? It didn't happen to someone else. It happened to me. And I couldn't be happier. You see, a few weeks ago, Pat and I were talking on Scruff, and I noticed that he was only about a half mile from me. This was closer than his usual 6 miles or so of distance, so I asked what he was up to. "Running an errand, had to come down to your neck of the woods to grab something," he said, and I thought no more of it. I was outside, having a clove in my garage to stay out of the wind, when a car pulled into my empty driveway. This was a black sedan, unremarkable in its make and model - probably a Camry, there are like a billion of those. In the driver's seat was someone I recognized, Pat. He pulled all the way down the drive, not trapping me, but there were few places that I could go to get away. And believe me, I wanted to get away. I knew that something was going to happen, I just felt nervous all of a sudden. "Hey Charlie! I was in the neighborhood, and decided to drop by to see you, since we have been talking these 10 years and haven't met yet." His voice was as sexy as I remembered, medium timbered but clear and resonant. All I could think of were the videos he'd sent me of him being a verbal, nasty top with piggy bottoms. The vids that I had jacked to countless times. "Oh, hi, glad to finally meet you in person!" I stammered in response, nervous as all Hell. He came to me and wrapped me in a big bear hug, and I could hear him sniffing at my neck as he hugged me. So here I am, being hugged by this guy that I think is both sexy and dangerous as fuck, and dammit if my dick doesn't start to chub. He can feel it, since even though he was around 6 foot tall, I was about 6'4", so my crotch was pressed against his stomach. I could smell the sweat on him, if I bothered to pay attention, and that was driving me up the wall too. Pat's arms were around my back, and even though he was holding me tight still, I could feel his hands moving lower, rubbing my lower back, and then my ass. I couldn't help it, I moaned softly. He let me go and stood back, peering into my face. "Please tell me you aren't busy right now," he whispered seductively into my ear, his scruff tickling my neck and jaw. "Now that I have seen you in person, I'm thinking I'm going to have to feed you my hog right here." His hog, that was what he has always called his admittedly ample fuck stick. About 8.5x6 uncut inches, getting thicker towards the base after a head that was great for popping holes open to stretch for his thick shaft. I'd seen it plenty, in various states of hardness, and I knew that I wanted that cock, that I had wanted that cock for close to 10 years. I didn't care that he was admittedly poz, not on meds, and wanted to get me to relapse. None of that mattered, now that I could feel his bulge growing against my hip. I sighed, knowing that I was being stupid, but not caring. Knowing that even if it was stupid, I would regret for my entire life not taking the offer that was on the table - getting to play with this guy that I had been into for a long time. "Not so busy that I don't have some time to finally get to know you, Pat. It's been too long that we have been dancing around this." I could feel my face heating up, turning red. "Good, because I want to make you my pig. You aren't cleaned up by any chance are you?" I shook my head, having not planned on meeting up with anyone, let alone someone I had had a dangerous crush on for years. He smiled and said "Well, I have a lot of time, and you are going to go inside, get rinsed up - only inside, mind! And then I'm going to bring you back to my place." I stubbed my clove out, and told him to follow me inside where I could get ready for him. I did the usual thing to clean up for a good long fuck, cleaning as deeply and as quickly as I could. When I came out of the bathroom, Pat was on the couch, looking at his phone, grinning. He looked at me and said, so you think you're ready for this hog?" He grabbed his crotch and moved his half hard dick around in his pants. The thirst was strong, and I nodded. "Ok then," he said, "grab some lube, I'm going to give you some piss up your ass before we go to my place." My dick got hard, and I went to get the lube from my room, along with my harness, and bag of toys. I slipped the harness on under my shirt, put a jockstrap on - red Nasty Pig, sweaty and unwashed, as well as a cockring. Pat grinned harder as I came out, and I handed him my bottle of Gun Oil. "Turn around and let me see that hot ass." I pulled down my pants, and bent over slightly so that he could see and feel my ass. His hand on my ass felt great, but I was still nervous. Here I was, letting this guy that I knew was partying, piss up my ass and plug it in me. He spread a bit of lube on his fingers and lubed my hole, one finger in, then two, and then three, and then four. In and out, my hole hungry for the attention that it was getting. I heard him fumbling with the lube again, and then I could hear the unmistakable sound of a cock being lubed. "You're going to love this. Hold still." I felt his hand on my lower back, holding me in place, and then I felt the head of that hot, uncut cock right on my hole, and I pushed back just slightly to get the head of his hog in me. As his head popped through, and I could feel the stretch of his much thicker shaft pushing in me slightly, a light sweat popped out on my brow. Am I doing the right thing here? I thought to myself. But even as the thought crossed my mind, it was too late, and I could feel his strong, warm piss filling my hole, and I could feel the heat growing stronger and stronger. After about two minutes, with his cock pulsing inside me, he sighed and said "There, now clench." I clenched my hole, holding his very large load of piss inside myself. It probably would have been too much liquid had I not just rinsed out and had water up there before. "Hold still pig, I have a plug for you so you don't get that good piss on my car seats." I felt something cold on my ass again, and then more pressure, and a decent sized plug - I presumed, since I hadn't seen it - popped its way inside my chute. Pat pulled up my sweats, patted my ass, and said "Let's go, pig." Already feeling hornier than I had felt for the last 10 years, I followed him out, knowing that I was going to be his sub pig for as long as he wanted me. We got in the car, and he pulled out of my drive, taking off for destination unknown - his place. I had no idea how long it would take to get there, and I was just happy I had the plug in me to hold that chem piss inside of me. The ride took about 20 minutes, and we were at his place, where he told me to go right to the tub, bend over, and wait for him. The bathroom was simple, beige walls, beige shower tiles, clear plastic shower curtain. There were hard water stains on the bathtub, but by this point it was something that I noticed only because Pat wasn't there yet. The sun was shining through the window in the shower, and I could feel its tenuous heat on my skin. It was hardly a couple of minutes that I was there, in my jock and harness, and nothing else, standing with my head on the shower wall, back arched, ass out. "Damn, I love a pig who follows instructions. Ok, we won't be wasting it like this very often, but I want you to push out all of that chem piss into the tub. We want to make sure I didn't loosen anything else up there." As soon as he told me to let it go, I started to gently push, as I had had a cramp building from trying to hold it in too long. The piss came out dark yellow, but clear of any debris, apparently I had cleaned out better than I thought. Pat made sure that I was still clean, and that there wasn't anything else forthcoming from my hole - that I was ready to get stuffed full of what I was born to take - cock and cum. "Here, another treat for you, because I know you will be the pig I want soon." Pat's voice was getting sexier, and more dominant with the minute, and again, I did as he told me to - bent over the arm of the couch as we had left the bathroom and gone to the living room. There was porn playing on the TV, a laptop connected to it, and I recognized the porn, one of my favorite scenes from a TIM flick, one with Calvin and the Fucktard. My head was out there, focusing on all of the piggy thoughts that I had buried (poorly) over the years, when I felt Pat behind me again, fingers sliding into my hole with a little lube. "I call these Devil's Cocks." He said to me as I then felt something frozen touch my hungry hole. I was already high from the chem piss earlier - it had been pretty strong, but I knew that a Devil's Cock was. Frozen cum. He was lubing me right. "Only, these Devil's Cocks have an extra ingredient, my favorite vitamin T. You are getting about a third of a cup of cum, and quite a bit of tina with this pig. We will make sure those inhibitions go away." Shit he knows how nervous I am. I thought this, even though I was already high, already lost. Already relapsed. I felt the cumcicle pop its way into my hole, chilling me. Pat kept rubbing my hole, making me moan. "Don't worry, we are going to have this hole stretched around my poz hog soon pig. I'm just going to reteach you how to smoke a pipe, and I'm going to watch you suck my cock while I spin for my hits." My cock couldn't really get hard any more - I get crystal dick very badly - but I was so horny, and those words made a small wet spot appear in my jock pouch. He sat on the couch and told me that since I got the booty bump, he was going to enjoy me servicing him before he taught me how to spin the pipe. The floor wasn't comfortable, but I didn't care, especially not after Pat threw a pillow on the ground for my knees. He pulled his hog out of his jock - he was wearing chaps, a black leather jockstrap, his leather harness and a cap - fucking hot. As he pulled his dick out, I could smell his cock and balls, knew that he hadn't washed them in a while, and I was good with that. The smell was intoxicating. Or maybe that was the cloud he breathed down on me, not sure. I sniffed up and down the length of his cock while he spun the pipe, groaned and otherwise enjoyed the feeling of my beard on his cock and balls, and I enjoyed getting his scent mixed up into my face fur. It wasn't long before I started licking the head of his cock, the very barest part of it sticking out of his foreskin, a drop of precum already in his slit. I slurped that up while I made eye contact with him, and started to suck his cock into my mouth, savoring the taste of manly flesh, a hint of my ass and piss. For at least an hour, I knelt on the floor between this man's thighs while he spun the pipe, and I finally got to suck on the cock that I had dreamed about for years. And suck I did. I used every skill, every technique that I had developed over the years to give him as much pleasure as possible. I brought him to the edge 4 times in that first hour, and never let him cum in my mouth - since that would be a waste of his seed. I was able to better than I ever have in the past, holding him down my throat until black stars danced in my vision. He held the back of my head and made sure that every inch of his hog was in my throat, and that his full nuts were up against my beard. I tugged and pulled on his sack while he moaned in that deep voice of his. He grabbed my hands and pulled them to his nipples, "Work em, pig." "Your throat is fucking awesome, dude. Why did it take so long to get my hog down your throat? Fuck!" he exclaimed at one point. Because I was a recovering addict, and too chickenshit to let go again. I thought as I worked this hot specimen on manhood with my mouth. And there is no where I'd rather be right now. I want this thing in my hole, so fucking bad. I didn't realize that I had said that out loud as I stared at the fully hard 8 plus inches of cock in front of me until I heard Pat chuckle. "You want my cock up your little hole pig? You want this hot hog that you have been slurping on for an hour and a half to dig you out and plant my seed in you? My POZ seed?" I was looking up at him, hunger still written on my face. "Fuck. Yes. Sir." He chuckled again, muttering under his breath, almost too soft for me to hear: "Hog gets em every time." Louder, he told me to get on the couch next to him, and he would pack a bowl for me, and refresh himself some, since he'd been enjoying the polish job I'd been doing on his glorious tool too much to really blow any clouds. I sat with my arms behind my head, sweat beading on my head and running down my sides from my arm pits. I could smell them without moving my head. So could Pat. "Woof! Hot scent coming from those pig pits!" He was packing what looked to me to be a lot of tina into the bowl, a big pile sitting there in the bulb, which he soon melted into a puddle. "So, it's been a while since you partied, you told me, right? So I am going to remind you how to twirl the glass cock. I'll control the fire for now, you start inhaling slowly and steadily once I tell you. Don't take your eyes off the hole." I smirked like an 8th grader, and Pat sniggered again. He heated the bowl like the professional he was, and soon told me to start inhaling, slowly and steadily. "A little harder. Nope, too much, just...there you go boy. Pull that cloud in deep. A little more. More. There, hold that until I tell you to let it go." My lungs are filled to bursting, more than I would take for a toke of pot, way more than a drag of a cigarette. I felt my lungs start to quiver when Pat finally told me to release it. A huge white cloud enveloped my head, covering Pat from my view, but it was strangely satisfying. A couple of seconds later, I heard a cell phone video clip ending, and then some more bits and tweets. "Fuck, that was a good cloud boy! You are going to take a few more like that before we are ready to bend you over. I like my fuckholes SPUN! I recorded that, sent you a copy, and am uploading a copy to NKP right now." I am sure my phone vibrated somewhere around my sweatpants, but I could care less. I was floating, and perfectly happy to stay that way. My hole was tingling hungrily, and my eyes were closed, but I heard Pat say "Time for another, slut." I repeated, took another huge hit and blew a nice thick cloud. Twice more. Then Pat had me operate the fire, and told me to put my feet on the couch and expose my ass. As I got into position, Pat got his baggie out again, and put a nice shard on his finger tip, before shoving it knuckle deep in me. It felt so fucking good. I could feel the cum from the Devil's Cock around the finger, feel it move in me when Pat got in. I loved it. Pat saw it on my face and grinned a sleazy sexy grin, and told me to go ahead and release the hit. I did, and he said very seductively, "Well, I liked what I felt in that hole earlier. I liked it again just now. I want to take your hole, keep you high as fuck, pound you, use you, and get lots more loads than just mine in there. Are you ready to take my cock, and let me make you mine?" I didn't have to think for very long. My ass was on fire, doing all of my decision making. And my ass needed cock. Pat's cock. Pat's poz cock. "Please, yes Sir."

Here's me and dad's story: we started when I was 18 he 36. He had just got out of prison. Armed robbery. Did 6 years. Went in pretty straight but...ya know. said the first cock he sucked was his cell mate, this tatted Nazi biker dude. After a few months he was hooked. Anyway when he got home, I was eager to reconnect. The prison was far from home and we only saw him a few times a year .I kinda knew I wasn't into girls but I didn't know for certain what I was. I just knew I was fascinated by his muscles and prison tats. One Saturday my mom went shopping, And I guess he thought that I gone with her, Cause I was hanging out in my room when i started to hear porn playing in the living room. But I didnt hear any females. So I quietly tip toe in and he's on the couch naked, jerking it to some old school gay VHS (this was 1997 after all). but uh, he saw me after a couple minutes of me staring at his cock and was like "get over here you little fag, I always knew you was queer." and just like that I was sucking dads cock. I had sucked others before but i had never been more turned on than just then. My dad was the one I first penetrated and was penetrated by. Oddly I fucked him before he fucked me. When we gets all spun he turns into a huge bottom. But I remember the first time (it was about 2 weeks intp it all) he shot me up with meth , gave me poppers and i was more than ready. Legs in the air and hole hungry for daddy's cock and cum. Didnt even hurt, it was liie something was finally there that had been missing my whole life. and when he came, just railing into me like a machine, but still kissing my neck, and as he came i could feel it filling me and he pushed in balls deep and held it there and whispered "Il love you son." And we actually both teared up a little bit, because before it had just been raw animal lust. But jsut then it was real, intimate. We had not really realized up until that moment how much we had missed one another. Click here to Reply or Forward

Relative to some other stories I have read here, this one is going to seem rather ordinary, but for me at the time these events were not. This is a true story. After these events, I continued to live a normal, hetero life while submitting to my darker hungers whenever called upon to do so as I have up to this day. I was 19 and in my second year at university. I was a shy, introverted sort of guy (still am) but masked it effectively and, as a result, moved easily between tribes first in high school and later at the university I attended. I was tall, 6' with long, dirty blond hair and a dry, muscular physique. I was successful with girls largely on the strength of my ability to charm just about anyone. I was working my second year as a hotel clerk in a very large downtown hotel in the center of the city. My boss was a very handsome and sophisticated guy, 33 years old, guy who lived an openly gay lifestyle with a rich lover. I certainly had no issues with his sexuality and just enjoyed working with him. Over time, along with other staff, we began to hang out. Going to bars both straight and gay to drink and dance in the early hours of the morning after our shifts had ended. In those days, I was living with my girlfriend from high school (we'd been dating for three years) who was attending a college in the same town. Jon, my boss, asked me if I could help him move some furniture from his parents place in a nearby city to his lover's house during an upcoming weekend. I spoke to my girlfriend about it and she thought it was fine. She would just go home to visit her parents that weekend. The drive up to his parents' place in the rental truck was relaxed and easy. We arrived just after lunch and quickly got all his stuff loaded and secured in the back of the truck. We then headed to the hotel where Jon checked us into a twin bedded room before we went to get some dinner. In a gesture of gratitude, Jon treated me to a great steak dinner with wine and then drinks on the outdoor terrace before we headed back to the hotel for the night. I was feeling the booze but still wanted to smoke some weed before going to bed. Once in the room, we watched a bit of TV and I asked Jon if it would be okay if I smoked a joint on the balcony. He told me it was fine and I got my kit and rolled myself a joint before heading outside. Enjoying my toke in the warm summer breeze I quickly felt the buzz come on to me and after finishing my joint, sort of stumbled a bit as I entered the room again with a wide grin on my face. Jon just laughed and told me I looked pretty stoned. I told him he was absolutely right. Awkwardly, I pulled my t-shirt off stumbling and hitting the side of my bed almost falling over before managing to get it all off. I then kicked off my sneakers forgetting to take my socks off and dropped my shorts leaving my boxers on. I then layed down on top of the bedspread and promptly fell asleep. I awoke some time later to an incredible sensation. I will still solidly stoned so it took me a bit of time to realize that my boss had pulled my shorts off and was now sucking my cock. I lifted my head heavily and looked down to see him swallowing my entire cock as he sucked on it. He looked up and smiled. I tried to lift myself up but he pressed down on my chest and I relented, enjoying the most incredible sensation I had ever felt. Of course I'd had my cock sucked by my girlfriends, but never like this. Gently, Jon pushed my legs up and began to lick my ass. Again, I was experiencing something sexual like nothing I had ever felt before. Somewhere in my head a voice was telling me that this was wrong, that this was gay, that this was not something I was into. But my body was ignoring that voice with my moans and complete submission the proof of it. Jon then slid up the length of my body and lay on top of me. Again, I tried to lift myself but he easily held me down. He tried to kiss me, the rough, unshaven scratching of his beard against my face a strange sensation. I turned my head away from him but he grabbed my face and held me, his lips hard against mine. I relented and his tongue entered my mouth as I found myself surrendering to his kiss. His tongue was so much larger and longer than that of any girl I had ever kissed. I realized this must be how it feels for my girlfriend when I kissed her. However foggy my head, I was enjoying this and at some point just decided to let whatever happened, happen. I began to respond to his kiss and wrapped my arms around him, surprised at the hair on his back. "I knew you wanted this" I remember him telling me. I moaned in reply as I opened and lifted my legs to him in what seemed a natural response. His hard and substantial cock pressed against my ass as he kissed me while slowly humping against me. He broke the kiss and lifted himself off me. I just lay back with my eyes closed as I felt him leave the bed. I opened my eyes to see him with a facecloth and a small bottle he was wetting it with. A strong chemical smell filled the room. "This is going to help you relax and enjoy yourself more" I remember him telling me as he climbed back on top of me and held the facecloth to my nose and mouth. Initially, I sort of panicked and tried to get up off the bed, but Jon held the facecloth against my mouth and nose while pressing his weight down on me. Stoned as I was, I was not much of a coordinated match for him and as I inhaled, the effect of the poppers rolled over me causing me to slump back down onto the bed. "You like that boy?" he whispered to me as he began to dry hump me again with his big cock. I remember just moaning and feeling overwhelmed by an intense sexual hunger. He continued to hold the facecloth on my face with one hand as he lifted himself and spat into his other hand several times, spreading his spit on my asshole. The sensation was incredible and I would rock my ass to meet his slick hand. When he slid first one wet finger then another into me I responded by trying to fuck his hand. The poppers were providing a relentless rush and I could feel my heart pounding in my head. Jon spat into his hand several more times and then I felt the heat of his cock at my asshole. I inhaled deeply as I surfed on a wave of sexual hunger. He gently pressed himself into me, resting his weight on my hips. I felt a stab of sharp pain as his swollen cock head slipped in past my anus. I could hear him spitting and thick gobs of spit hitting my ass and balls as he continued to push himself into me. He grabbed my hips and lifted me thrusting forward at the same time. I gasped and cried out. He pressed the facecloth onto my face, holding it there as I inhaled the fumes as he slowly began to slide his cock in and out of my hole. In my drugged state I came to an immediate realization. I wanted to be fucked, I loved being fucked, I needed to be fucked. I responded to his considerate motions by lifting my ass to meet his cock. "You like that cock inside you boy?" he asked softly. "Yesssss" I replied the word trailing off to a sigh. He stopped moving and I groaned as he removed the facecloth from over my mouth and nose and again sprinkled it with poppers before putting it back on my face. I inhaled deeply and lifted my ass to feel his cock slide into me. "You're a fucking whore boy" he hissed. Those words seemed to set off a hidden circuit in my brain that electrified my entire body and I moaned loudly as the full meaning of them sunk in. Jon seemed to pick on this and began fucking me harder and faster, thrusting more deeply into me. His eight inch cock was now sending jabs of pain through me each time he bottomed out into my hole. The pain was somehow pleasurable to me and I wanted more of it as I hungrily tried to ram against his thrusts. "What a fucking slut" he continued as his fucking grew harder, more brutal. I responded by moaning and inhaling deeply from the poppers soaked facecloth. Fuck, I could not get enough of the sensation of his cock inside me. He began fucking me faster now, ever harder, ever more brutally. "I'm going to cum inside you bitch. I'm going to breed your faggot hole slut, I want you to beg me for it, beg for my seed you cum slut" he hissed as sweat began dripping of his face onto my chest. "Fuck me" I moaned. "Cum inside me, please" I begged. "Cum inside me, cum inside me, please, cum inside me, cum inside me..." I kept repeating as I struggled to meet the hard thrusts of his cock into me. "I'm going to seed you bitch and I then I will own you, I will own you completely, do you understand me whore?" he continued as I began wincing with each painful thrust into me. "Do you understand bitch!" he yelled. "Yes....yes.....I under....stand....owned....you own.....me.....please....cum inside me....own....me" I answered to the rhythm of his thrusts. He growled and slammed into me then held his cock deep inside me as he began to fire his load into me. He gripped me by the neck and began to squeeze, choking me as he trust again, shooting more of his seed into me. Between the poppers soaked facecloth and his choking I began to feel the room slipping away from me. He slammed once more into me and I felt like I was peeing then felt like I was blacking out. A moment later I was coming back again from the darkness. Jon had removed the facecloth and now rested the full weight of his body, moist with sweat, on top of mine. He put his hand around my throat again and squeezed gently. "You liked that didn't you whore" he whispered softly then kissed me. "Yes, I liked it" I replied, my voice betraying the exhaustion of what I had experienced. He squeezed my throat a little harder. "I own you now. You are my whore and my slut and you will learn to do whatever I want, whenever I want it. Are we clear?" "Yes, we're clear." I replied in resignation of what I had accepted I had become. He released my throat and lifted himself off me, pulling his cock from my ass as he did so. I plopped out heavily and I felt a wetness leak from me. Jon reached between my legs and scooped up some of the cummy filth and brought it to my lips. I opened my mouth and he gave me his slime covered fingers to suck. In that final surrender I knew I had truly accepted to engage upon that downward path the destination of which I could not yet know.

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.

Proud Sick Poz and Toxic Perv here, develops too slow. Am only into perverted action with superior toxic fuckers wanting bottom's death with every fuck. I love the power, pride, look n feel of fullblown untreatable AIDS and STIs.WANNA HAVE FULL BLOWN AND START WASTING AWAY.

I've been lurking this site and xtube for the longest time watching men taking anon loads for a year. Finally, I just could not take it anymore, I had to have a load (or several loads) in my ass. I posted an ad on craigslist for anonymous loads of cum to be deposited in my horny hole. I then put on my Almost Naked Bubblebutt Jock by Andrew Christian. I had to mention it as it was the perfect jock for my first ever breeding. I prepared my hotel room, and jock on, face down and ass up, lube on the night table, I was ready for the breeder. The first breeder was a 50 year old married man. At first I was nervous...my thoughts were beginning to panic as I was bi-curious and this was my very first time with another man. I then just told myself to relax and that all would be okay. Once the I heard him open the door and close it gently I was excited, and the sound of his belt buckle coming undone made me arch my ass up towards him and relax my hole. He then softly rubbed my ass and then smacked it, pulling my ass towards him and grinding his cock and balls against my hole. I loved the sensation and rubbed my ass against his cock. He then knelt, grabbed my ass with both hands and ate my hole. At first I tightened up but quickly relaxed, whereupon his tongue slipped into my hole. I moaned as he sucked and tongued my hole for several minutes. Then he mounted me. I was not expecting the penis of a 50 year old man to be particularly large, but I was wrong: it really stretched my hole. At first he used slow, long strokes, then, having pushed my head down, he pounded me hard. I moaned like a whore and when he announced he was cumming, I grabbed his legs and pulled him deeper into my ass. His cock flexed inside my hole as it absorbed his load. The whole time he was cumming he grunted, and even more excited I tightened my ass muscles around his cock, trying to prevent him from withdrawing, and I held him in place for a couple of minutes. Then he pulled-out, dressed and left. I took three more creamy loads from some younger men. My hole was throbbing and gaping with sloppy cum inside. I felt like a total whore. In the beginning I wasn't sure if I was making the right choice, but now I am. I want to get as many anonymous loads as I'm able.

Day 13 in my transition from being a man to being a eunuch. Much less pain, lots of hot flashes and sweats and even with serious effort have not coaxed a hard on yet.

I used to have a plastic dildo that I would slick with Vaseline, and also add a big gob at my hole before shoving it in. That used to make my ass so slick it was heaven. I do love that feeling, slick, slippery and sloppy. I'm sure as long as your hole isn't closed up tight, you should be able to scoop a few good fingers full and shove them up inside. More recently I tried coconut oil and that was quite a success. Not every guy is into rimming, and especially if you've got an ass full of Vaseline, but the last guy I used the coconut oil with ate my ass for ages before actually sticking his dick in me. I assumed that my ass was a tasty treat. Something else to consider, anyway.

I began making preparations for my trip a few days ahead of time. Whereas I normally masturbate once a day or at least every two days, I stopped for a week before the meeting. I wanted to be super horny. I picked up a big bottle of 190 proof (95% pure alcohol) Everclear at the liquor store. I stopped at a local adult store one day at lunch to buy a new bottle of poppers, a butt plug and a big bottle of lube. I consumed only liquids and protein shakes for 2 days before the meeting. When my wife asked why I didn’t want to eat dinner, I told her that I had eaten big lunches at work and wasn’t hungry. Finally I picked up a bottle of magnesium citrate and an enema kit at the pharmacy. These would insure that I was thoroughly cleaned out. Thursday morning I said goodbye to my wife and drove 3 hours to the meeting. I took a 5mg Cialis with my coffee as soon as I was out of the driveway. The city where the meeting was held has a large gay population and I found myself checking out guys as I drove wondering if they were gay. I could hardly keep my mind on the discussion during the meeting as my mind kept drifting to the fun I planned to have later. At lunchtime I took another Cialis. A couple of times during the afternoon session I developed an erection. Fortunately we were all sitting around a large conference table and I was able to get by with no one noticing it. The meeting ended at 4:00 and I headed to the motel I planned to stay at. I told the desk clerk that I preferred a room on the first floor and away from other occupied rooms if possible. I would be up late working and have the TV on late and didn’t want to disturb anyone in adjoining rooms. The clerk gave me a room towards the back, well away from other occupied rooms. After getting checked into my room I got things setup for the evening. I made myself the first drink of the evening and logged in to check my regular emails and my social media pages and relax. About 5:30 I called my wife and told her the meeting was over for the day and I had my room for the night. I told her that I was getting ready to meet up with some of the meeting attendees for cocktails and dinner and probably wouldn’t be back to my room until 10. She told me to enjoy myself. I totally planned on it but not in the way she was thinking. I stripped naked and using the enema I had purchased, I flushed myself out several times so I was squeaky clean. Then I touched up the shave job on my balls, around my hole, in my crack, and around my cock. Usually I shave about an inch above my cock but I was feeling extra wild and decided to shave my entire pubic mound smooth. Then a nice long shower and I was ready for the evening. As I sat down at my computer I made my 3rd drink of the evening and began logging into a number of hookup sites and posting ads looking for a partner or partners for later in the evening. I knew it was a weeknight and many people had to work the next day, but I was hopeful that I would find someone to play. Once my ads were posted, I began watching porn. I would casually play with my nipples, or my cock or my balls as I enjoyed the porn. If I got too close to cumming I would take a break for a few minutes and chat with friends on social media until my erection subsided and then I would go back to the porn. I continued to make drinks and by 9:30 I had a little buzz from them and was anxious to do some serious playing. I had gotten a couple of responses to my ads and a few guys had emailed me on the hookup sites, but nothing looked promising for a hookup. At 10 I called home and told my wife that I was back to my room from dinner. We chatted for a few minutes and I told her that it had been a long day and with a few drinks at dinner I was tired and was going to go to bed. We said goodnight and as I hung up the phone I drank the last of my drink and fixed another much stronger one. It was time to get down to some serious playtime and I was still hopeful for a hookup. I pulled up some of my favorite BB porn videos that I had downloaded from the internet and began watching them. I got out some of the wide rubber bands I use as cock rings and proceeded to put a couple on. They not only give me harder erections, but they also delay my orgasms. I wrapped one of them a couple of times around the top of my ball sac and then wrapped another one a couple of times around my whole package. Then I got the lube and lathered up my cock, balls, crack and hole. I began working first one, then 2, then 3 fingers into my hole gently opening it up. I was tight as it had been almost two years since I had anything other than my fingers in it. Then I finished my drink and made another as I again checked my email and hookup sites. My hole was feeling empty without my fingers in it so I got the butt plug and lubed it up and began inserting it. I worked it in an out letting my hole gradually expand. I love the idea of a wide gaping hole and it was a fantasy to someday be able to take a fist and forearm up my ass so I had bought a good size plug. I got my water bottle with the paper toweling in it that I use for my poppers and then opened the new bottle of poppers I bought and poured a bit into the water bottle. I put the cap on tight and shook it up letting the toweling soak up the fresh poppers. I could feel the sides of the bottle getting harder and expanding as the vapor pressure built up inside. After about a minute I exhaled deeply then took the cap off the water bottle and shoved the neck into my nostril. Pinching the other side shut I took a huge hit. The seal between the bottle neck and my nose insured I was inhaling nothing but popper vapors. I switched sides doing it again as I felt the huge rush hit me. Quickly replacing the cap on the bottle I began pushing on the plug trying to get it fully inside. I could almost get it in but I was just too tight and the pain was too much. I had another drink and took more popper hits but still was unsuccessful. I was starting to get frustrated when an idea hit me. I had no problem ripping my hole open, actually the idea really turned me on, but I just didn’t want it to hurt so much I didn’t enjoy the experience. Being treated for back problems for many years I had been prescribed numerous pain medications. I always kept any remaining pills so that if I ever needed something for pain I had a variety to pick from. Trams, Vics and even some Oxy. I grabbed my shave kit from my overnight bag and looked to see what I had with me. Perusing my selection and the task I was trying to accomplish I decided on the Oxycontin. I only used this for excruciating back pain and most times only took a half a one. I had one and a half tablets left. Looking back, with all the alcohol I had drank already, I should have chosen something less strong. But I was going to get the whole plug up my ass even if I had to rip my sphincter in two. As I tried to decide whether to take the half a tablet or the whole one, I felt my rock hard cock bobbing up and down. Grabbing the water bottle I took another hit of poppers as I took the whole tablet and began to crush it up. Retrieving an empty water glass, I added the crushed up Oxy and a shot of the Everclear to dissolve it. I carry a couple of irrigation syringes in my shave kit. They are like hypodermic syringes except they don’t have a sharp needle on the end. I use them for nasal and ear irrigation. I grabbed one from my kit and as soon as the Oxy was all dissolved I sucked the mixture into the syringe, leaned over the edge of the bed, inserted it as deep as I could and depressed the plunger spraying the mixture of alcohol and drug onto the walls of my ass. I immediately felt the fiery burn of the alcohol but as it began to subside I felt a spreading warmth as the Oxy was absorbed. I set the syringe back in the water glass and sat back down at my laptop. As I waited for the Oxy to build to its full effect, I poured another drink and checked my social media page, the hook up sites and my email. There were a couple of responses but after a couple of messages back and forth it was clear that none of them were available to play that night as they had to work the next day. It was about 11PM and I was quite high from the alcohol and the Oxy and my erection had softened a bit. I grabbed another Cialis and swallowed it down with my drink as I went back to watching porn. I picked a hot BB video of a guy in a sling at a bathhouse being fucked by anonymous strangers. As my cock returned to a full erection I again began to work the butt plug in my hole. After 5 minutes or so I was ready. I had about two thirds of it in me when I stood up and braced the base of it firmly on the chair I had been sitting on. Then I grabbed my water bottle and took several huge hits of poppers. As the rush hit me I lowered myself slowly down feeling a lot of pressure and stretching as the remainder of the plug entered my hole. When I got to the widest part I stopped for a second, downed the rest of my drink and took another hit of poppers before I suddenly sat the rest of the way down feeling it pop all the way inside. I was in a state of euphoria as I began to slowly bounce up and down feeling the plug inside of me. I relaxed for a moment and poured another drink. I checked my email and the hookup sites again but there were no new responses. It was looking like I was not going to be hooking up with anyone as it was 11:15. Well I could have plenty of fun on my own. I brought up another favorite BB video. Except this one had a hot bear with a big dick and a bio hazard tattoo fucking a negative guy. As the video started I lathered up my cock and balls with lube and stroked myself to a rock hard erection. Then I took some big hits from my poppers. Pulling my legs up and spreading my knees wide I grabbed hold of the butt plug and began twisting it and pulling it in and out. I loved how my hole opened as I pulled it out and shoved it back in again. I knew my hole had to be gaping. I imagined it was me being fucked by the Poz guy.

An hour of porn an poppers last night...coupled with some good JO lube and lots of jacking.......and NOTHING.....fucking NOTHING. No hardness, no orgasm....nothing. My new reality.

Went with a fuck bud to visit a mutual friend, got several loads from 5 guys overnight. Sat in the rim chair when i got home and fed em to my roommate till he tongue fucked me so good i shot two loads down his throat

As time went by the deep desire to be fucked bare and filled with cum, worked at my subconscious. I began reading more stories about guys accepting loads from guys with no questions asked, knowing that some of the loads were probably Poz. The freedom to do this was hot! I read stories of guys who felt they never were able to be truly free to be themselves until after they were infected with HIV. Ideas that used to repulse me actually began to creep into my fantasies. I told myself that although it was wrong and sick to actually desire to be infected, it was okay to fantasize about, knowing that I would never ever do it. It wasn’t long before I clicked on links to videos of Poz guys fucking other Poz guys. I envied their freedom. Then one night when out of town and quite drunk and high on poppers I clicked on a link to a video of a Poz guy breeding a Neg guy and filling him with cum as the Neg guy begged to be Pozzed up. I shot the biggest load I think that I had ever done in my life. Once I acknowledged that the idea of HIV was hot I found myself thinking about it more and more. Sober I knew that I would never let it become reality, but when I would drink alcohol and do poppers I would feel my inhibitions lowering and I would fantasize letting a Poz guy bred me raw. But it was just fantasy. But as with other fantasies in the past I needed to keep pushing the limit to keep getting the same thrill out of it. I wrote a few stories about it to post on the BZ site. Somehow putting a fantasy into words and sharing it with others made the fantasies a little more real. That is how I got to the point of writing my ad. I was on one of my overnight business trips and had been drinking heavily, watching porn and doing poppers. I was really horny and had posted some ads but had not had any luck finding anyone to come to my motel room. I had been watching some Poz breeding videos and fantasizing that I was a Neg guy being bred by a Poz top with a bio hazard tattoo. I was scared but I wanted to be converted so that I could be free. I was so worked up I wanted to make the fantasy a little more real. “Seeking a Positive Attitude” was the title of my Craigslist ad. As I began typing the ad, I could feel my cock throbbing and my body begin shaking with the excitement of it all. “Hosting in my motel room for late night play. You: 35+ Body type: Any… skinny, average, bear+++ Race: Any Cock: Any. Large+++ BBC+++ Personality: Dominant, aggressive, you don’t know the meaning of the word NO. Verbal+++ Preference: RAW/BARE ONLY Once inside you never pull out until finished Status: The ad title says it all. No meds++++ HVL++++++ Me: Late 50s, white, married bi male. 6’, 220lb bear. 5.5” cut. Hairy body but shaved pubic area. Personality: Submissive and very kink friendly Status: Negative Naked in motel room, drinking, watching porn, doing poppers and playing with my cock and hole. If this ad is posted, then I am probably very drunk and very high and all inhibitions have been stripped away.” I attached a photo of me on all fours, head down on the bed showing my open and lubed hole. As I was typing, I poured myself 3-4 shots of Everclear and downed it. My body was shivering all over with excitement. I grabbed my popper bottle and began taking one hit after another non-stop as I read the ad over. As I put my finger over the button to publish the ad my cock erupted shooting cum all over the place. My body went limp from the intensity of my orgasm and I sat there in a daze for about 10 minutes without moving. Then I saved the ad as a draft for another time then crawled into bed and passed out. My draft ad became a tool to use to make my masturbation sessions much better. Not wanting to wear it out and lose the thrill, I saved it for when I was traveling and had been drinking and doing poppers and edging myself to porn for hours. I would log into my account and get ready to publish the ad when I got ready to cum. It always made my orgasm super intense. Management changes at work and budget cutting measures suddenly resulted in most meetings being held using Skype. This was more efficient as it eliminated hours of travel time and saved money, but it also did away with my overnight stays out of town. Almost two years had gone by since I had the opportunity to play while on a business trip. Another meeting was coming up but it was decided that this one would be best to do in person. It was only about 3 hours away so it didn’t warrant an overnight stay but I was in definite need of playtime. I decided that I would take the day after the meeting off as a vacation day. I told my wife that there was a lot of work to accomplish at the meeting and that it would spill over to a second day so I would be staying out of town for 1 night. The meeting was scheduled for a Thursday, so I would be back home Friday night.

THE MEETING James took a deep breath, and walked into the bar. A big guy stopped him just inside the door and asked for his ID. After inspecting it under a flashlight, he stared at him, then motioned him on. Nervously James found an unoccupied corner. He hoped no one saw him come in. If anyone from the swim team saw him, he'd be blackballed and harassed forever. Unconsciously, he tugged the bill of his cap further down over his face. It took a couple of minutes to adjust to the dark. He’d planned on just observing. To remain anonymous, he’d chosen the most inconspicuous clothing he could think of—baggy shorts, a white Tee, and sneakers. It’d taken months to come to grips with himself, but he'd finally decided to live life as nature intended. Still, his first trip to a gay bar was nerve-racking. There were a few guys his age, but most of the patrons were older. James, 19, was a sophomore at the University. He was completely ecstatic to be at school, away from his provincial hometown. He'd decided to take some summer courses so he wouldn’t have to go home. He'd lucked out having the room to himself for the summer, and decided that he was finally going to lose his virginity. Taking deep breath, he approached the bar and ordered a screwdriver. The bartender looked him over, but didn't say anything. He fixed the drink and handed him his change. James hurried back to his corner. He took a big gulp to calm his nerves and almost choked. The bartender wasn't cheap on the vodka. It burned all the way down his throat. Guys in groups of two and three drifted in. They sat at the bar, or near the TV, and chatted. But the majority of guys, like himself, were alone and cruising. In the first 30 minutes, James ignored several older gentlemen who made their way to his table; they were ugly and out of shape. 2 hours, 3 screwdrivers and 4 unwanted suitors later, he figured the night was a bust. It was close to midnight, and he was tipsy from all the vodka. As he got up to leave, he bumped into someone. "Sorry. Didn't see you," he mumbled, staggering against the wall. A hand grabbed his shoulder. "Steady, guy." James looked at the man, and smiled, "Guess I had a bit too much." “Guess you did." The man who held James was taller, about 6 foot to James' 5'6". His blue eyes sparkled. He continued to hold James’ shoulder, and the heat from his hand burned James like a branding iron. Feverishness crept up his neck, into his cheeks, as well as down his back to his legs. His face turned crimson. "Guess I had a lot too much." "Why don't you come over and sit with me a while. You're in no shape to go anywhere yet." The man took James' hand, and wove among the tables toward the back of the bar. He sat James down in a chair. “Be right back.” A few minutes later, he reappeared with a glass of water. "Drink that. The water'll flush some of the alcohol out of your system." James gulped the water down as the guy watched. "Thanks," he mumbled. "First time in a gay bar?" "How’d ya know?" "First of all, you're cap's pulled all the way down over your pretty face. Second, you drank way too much for own good. And third…." "And third, what?" James asked, when he made no attempt to finish. "And third, I watched you fidget so much in that corner, I got to fidgeting myself.” James erupted in laughter. The guy joined in. "I'm Seth." "James." James studied Seth for a moment. He had clear blue eyes and red hair, which was buzzed short on the sides and back. He was handsome (No, hot!) and muscular. His biceps stretched the white Tee sleeves and his chest spread the thin fabric taut. James noticed his big tits seemed to poke through the tight white cotton, and his dick gave a twitch. Seth smiled as James checked him out. James was definitely quite a number, and his body looked ripe for the taking. And if Seth pegged James right (as he had about his first trip to the bar) he was still a virgin. Seth's cock stirred at the thought of popping that delightful little cherry. "Let me get you some more water," Seth said, and went the bar. When he came back, James finished a second glass. "How ya feelin’?" "Better," James slurred. Seth attempted some minor chit chat, but James felt too muddled to follow. After half an hour, James thought he’d best be leaving. He got up to go, and nearly fell over. Seth caught him just in time. "I don't think you're gonna make it by yourself. Why don't I take you home." James liked that idea. He also loved the way Seth's hands felt on his back and chest. "Where do you live? Should I call someone?" James shook his head. "I’ve got a single over in the Elm Street dorm." Seth half supported and half carried James to his dorm. When they reached the main lobby, Seth untangled himself from James. During the walk, Seth had his hands all over the boy on the pretext of keeping him steady. And James, back on his own turf in the presence of this beautiful man, was getting hornier by the minute. He had no intention of letting this catch get away. "Here you are," Seth said, as they approached his door. "So, ummm, you wanna come in for a while?" James asked hopefully. "Love to." FOREPLAY No sooner had they closed the door, than Seth pulled the boy tight against him. He kissed James hard on the mouth, filling his mouth with spit, forcing him to swallow. James groaned and clung to Seth passionately. Seth’s hips thrust against the boy’s crotch. His left hand kneaded the youth’s ass through his shorts, while his right hand undid his belt. James’ shorts fell to the floor. He kicked off his sneakers. His Size Small briefs came off next; and James' hard cock rubbed against Seth's bulging jeans, dripping precum everywhere. James pulled off Seth's T-shirt, marveling at his lean, hard body. His hands roamed onto his huge chest and nipples . He couldn't help himself; he pushed his face onto Seth's tit and began sucking. "Oh yeah! Fuckin’ hot little slut! Chew them nips." And James licked, sucked and bit them. James untied Seth's sneakers and took them off. The manly smell of Seth's feet hit him hard, like a jolt of electricity. James’ dick twitched. He took off Seth's socks, lifted the damp smelly pair to his face, inhaled deeply, and rubbed them across his lips. He unbuttoned Seth’s jeans. The bulge at his crotch spurred him on to quickly tug down the zipper. Seth's jeans opened before him, revealing smooth skin and a weird tattoo at the base of his cock. "Hot tattoo! What is it?" "It means ‘biohazard,’” Seth hissed. "Like it?" James yielded to the temptation to kiss it. Seth smiled diabolically. His jeans fell down the rest of the way and Seth's cock sprang up, slapping James in the face. Seth laughed aloud at the stunned look on the boy’s face. He stepped out of his jeans and spread his legs. James looked at the cock. Again it bounced towards him, dangerous, inviting, tasty. Seth pushed his crotch forward, and James knew what was expected. He opened up wide, and devoured the humungeous pole. He only got half of it in his mouth when the big dickhead hit the back of the throat. He started to back off when Seth's hand whipped around and rammed him onto it. James gagged, and his throat opened up. Seth thrust hard, forcing his dick all the way into James. His air supply cut off, James panicked. Seth held him tight, watching him thrash and turn blue. "Breathe through your nose, motherfucker!” Seth commanded. James snorted loudly, sucking air and mucus into his nostrils. As his lungs filled, his panic lessened. Confident he could breathe again, James devoured Seth’s cock aggressively. Seth closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the young boy working his shaft. He thrust his dick all the way down the boy's throat, and removed it slowly. Again and again he fucked his face rough and hard, abrading his dick on the boy's white teeth. That didn't matter. The only thing that counted was the thrill he felt as he forced his cock all the way down the kid’s throat, the kick he got when the boy gagged, and grunts he heard when the youth’s forehead struck his pelvis. "Yeah, that's it, cocksucker. Suck that cherry buster real good. Get it all lubed up cause you’re gonna take it up the ass real soon. Get it ready for your mancunt, boy!" After 20 minutes, Seth pulled off. Purple, proud, and raw, his cock jutted out from his pelvis like an angry club. James took a couple of breaths, gazing upon the treasured phallus. It was covered with spit and slime. Seth waved it lewdly at James. "You want it, don’t you? You want this dick in you?". James nodded tentatively. He was committed to foregoing his virginity, but he wasn’t sure he wanted the roughshod treatment Seth had to offer. "Where do you want this big dick, boy?" James licked his lips. His throat was sore. It was now or never. "In my ass, sir. I want that cock up my ass." "Then you shall have it, boy. You want this cock to split your ass open? You want me to rip your ass apart?" James was sure Seth was speaking figuratively, but he couldn’t shake his apprehension as he nodded affirmatively. Seth grabbed him by the tits and yanked him to his feet. James swayed as blood gushed to his head and spots danced before his eyes. Seth guided him to the bed and pushed him down on his back. James watched Seth maneuver between his legs, spreading them with his thighs. Despite being drunk, he put his hand on Seth's chest and stopped his approach. "Wait.” James reached over to the night stand and rummaged around. He came back a condom and offered it to Seth. "I don't fuck with no condoms," he told James. "No condom, no fuck," James said firmly. Seth stared contemptuously at the prophylactic and irascibly tore the wrapper off. James watched spellbound as Seth unraveled the rubber over his huge dick. It looked even more ominous encased in latex. Without a word, Seth parted James' legs again and squatted down so his cockhead abutted the boy's hole. "All right.” “Go slow.” “I’ve never….” FINALE WITH A SAVAGE THRUST, SETH LUNGED INTO HIM. James' face contorted grotesquely as his eyes screwed shut and a garbled scream boiled from his throat. Lightning flashed before his eyes as the huge battering ram of a cock invaded his body. He felt the condom shredding and ripping into his asshole, his innards aflame. Seth pummeled him again and again as the boy shrieked in agony. After 10 minutes of ramming—sweat, assjuice, precum and blood combined to slime both cock and hole. James stopped begging. He began to moan as Seth's cock passed over his prostate. 10 minutes later, James was erect. The reprieve didn’t last long. Seth pulled out and flipped the hapless youth onto his stomach. Seth tugged at James’ T-shirt. James raised his arms and torso to help get the Tee off, but Seth stopped midway, twisting the material above his head, pinning his arms beneath his head. With one hand on the knot, Seth pulled the condom off. "I told you I don't do condoms." Tossing the bloody rubber before James’ eyes, he rammed his cock back into the boy’s ass. Viciously, furiously, he plowed his cock in and out of his hole. James thrashed and flailed, but the heavier Seth hammered away. Over and over, the large cock assailed James' butt. James stopped screaming. His fear, anger, and agony were supplanted by the sensuality of the cock pillaging him. Harder and harder Seth hammered his ass—until James began moaning beneath the Tee. Seth let go of the shirt and grabbed the boy's hips and fucked him full blast. "Take this, you little fucker. Take my big dick up your ass. Feels good in there—RAW—don’t it? You want it now, don’t you? Your ass is so tight. Gonna fix that. Gonna make a man out of you. I’ll fix you so you won’t ever need a condom again. Gonna shoot my fuckin’ poz jizz up your ass, get it flowin’ in your veins—know what that means?” James clenched his asshole as he understood the bombast. Still his rebellious anus betrayed him as it pulsed and danced in tune with the cock raping him. He moaned with every thrust. After 10 minutes, a sweet hot orgasm coursed through Seth’s body. He let out a howl, as his big dick infused volleys of infected cum into the boy’s body. He collapsed on top of James, who lay still. After catching his breath, he withdrew from the boy. Seth reached down and yanked the T-shirt off over James’ head. With an anguished moan James flipped over to watch his assailant. James’ eyes trailed to the venomous cock that had raped him. It was still semi-erect and slimy with blood and shit and cum. Casually, Seth cleaned his dick on James’ white Tee, and tossed it on the bed. As he dressed, he stared at the boy. Beneath his ass, the sheets were soaked with blood and cum. He went over to James and pulled him upright. He bent his head back and planted a hard sloppy kiss on his lips while he dug his fingers into his ass. He held up his scummy fingers up to the boy. Obediently James sucked them into his mouth. They came out clean.

Matt and Roger I’m Matt, 27, 6’3”, 230, white, coarse dark brown hair, buzz cut, furry chest, legs, trimmed beard, brown eyes, 7.5 thick cut dick, TT, gym rat, and workaholic. Roger, my boyfriend of six years, is 5’11” 185, 3/4 white 1/4 blatino, eight inches, thick uncut dick, vers, with really light olive skin with sporadic dark curly hair. He's also gym rat. We’ve been monogamous for all six years and have lived together for four in the upper east side of Manhattan. We have in a nice daily routine, which consists of waking up, my fucking a load into him, going to work, lifting at the Equinox from six to seven PM, taking a steam, and heading home to stuff our faces with protein. Sometimes we fuck again at night but usually we save it for the morning session. Monday. This morning Roger had to go out of town for work until Friday, so he left for the airport at 6:00 AM. I missed fucking him, but I didn't jack off because I knew I would have his hole when he got back. I slept in until the last minute and headed to work where I found my balls unusually heavy, and when walking to the break room to get coffee my dick had scarcely rubbed against my boxers when it got somewhat fluffy. Then, when my straight Dominican 45 year old 6’1” 200 lb masculine beefy co-worker came into the break room and began chatting with me about expense reports, my gaze drifted back and forth between his soft wet dark pink lips and the dick bulge visible even through his suit pants. Involuntarily I licked my lips thinking about the taste of his surely uncut, musky dick and ass. By now my dick was pumped full of blood. I definitely needed to stop looking at him. One day of cum backing-up and I was already turning into an animal. Heading back to my desk I popped an Adderral and before I knew it, 5:00 PM arrived, so I headed to the gym. Although my dick was a half staff, I managed to bust out my lift, pop by Chipotle, and get to bed early. Tuesday I was even more horny, and my dick involuntary got hard throughout work. After I was done I headed to the gym, only to find the locker room was busier than normal, with probably twenty or so guys, half of whom were getting dressed, and half of whom were milling around wearing only a towel, en route to the steam room or showers. My senses were heightened. I could smell and practically taste the odor of man. My eyes discretely explored the various bodies as I passed through the locker corridors. In the second such corridor I found a muscled body, fully naked, bent over as he was putting his underwear on. His hairy hole was fully exposed for the second I could observe him. My dick jumped. If it was socially acceptable I would have spit fucked him right there, right then. Instead I went into the last corridor to my usual locker, only to discover two furry bearded muscle daddies, about 50 years old, one 5’9 175, the other 6’ 200, both wearing briefs and pulling on their workout clothing. I can’t help but visually explore their tight furry, veiny, leathery bodies, including the top of a scorpion tattoo which was visible on the waist of the taller man. My eyes made their way down to his hefty bulge visible through his white briefs. His dick was clearly a giant. I could almost see veins running down through the fabric. His balls were so heavy his briefs were sagging somewhat, and his whole crotch was obviously bushy with dark hair. He was definitely a piggy poz daddy. I wanted to bury my face against his crotch. The blood, meanwhile, was surging into my dick, and my entire body temperature was rising. Although only a few seconds had passed since I rounded the corner, both men noticed I was looking. They paused in their chat, which led me to realize my mouth was gaping open, and I was all but drooling. Blushing, I quickly started changing, thinking to myself 'Fuck, you're an idiot. I love Roger'. I also thought 'You're definitely going to have to jack off tonight, if only to get some release'. The two daddies, however, were like lions stalking weak prey. The taller one initiated conversation with me remarking "I hope the gym isn’t as busy as this shit show locker room.” “Hah, agreed,” I replied. "What are you lifting today?” he persisted. "Chest and probably some shoulders. You?” "Nice. I'm working chest and tri’s. Dave here is doing cardio. If it’s nuts out there and you want any machine I’m on, don’t hesitate to let me know.” “Thanks, man. Same to you.” With that the three of us walked upstairs to the workout floor where it truly was a shit show. Nearly every machine and weight was occupied. I got lucky and spot a bench which was about to be vacated, and started loading up the 45's. The six foot daddy approached remarking “Hey, lucky guy, you mind if I join you?” "Not at all. Matt here. What's your name?” “Frank. Nice to meet you. Guess you're up first, youngin'.” Laying back on the bench I could feel Frank's eyes undressing me, and to be honest it was reciprocal, because when I looked up I found myself staring at his bulge and black furry armpits. I also found myself thinking he must be middle-eastern decent, or his ancestors came from somewhere in that part of the world. His arms were huge and quite veiny. He was wearing a black tank top and grey basketball shorts which complemented his build. As I lay there I inhaled a few times to pump up for my set. The smell of dick musk was palpable and intoxicating, so naturally blood pumped into my dick. “Hey Matt, you going to do this or just pass out from breathing too much?" Frank joked, his voice extremely deep and sexy. I busted out my set, and then, now spotting him, my bulge was huge, as I was half hard. I try to adjust my dick in my boxers to minimize its appearance, but Frank, already laying down and looking from a position where he could see up the leg of my shorts, chuckled and suggested “Move a bit forward so I can look up your shorts and see what’s causing this distracting view." Blushing, I smiled and awkwardly didn't make a reply. Frank kept up the banter throughout his entire set, and ended-up working with me for the rest of my routine. After every lift he either patted my back, butt, or briefly massaged my neck in a very bro style. He knew exactly how to seduce me, and as we walked towards the locker room Frank made his move “Dave is going to be doing cardio for a bit longer. We almost meet here after work, but he usually leaves after I do. How about grabbing Chipotle? I’m starving.” I was also, and without hesitation replied “Sure, I’m game.” We quickly changed into our street clothing and headed out. Just as we hit the street he briefly massaged the back of my neck as he asked “Hey, do you mind if we pop into my place really fast so I can get a heartburn pill? I love hot sauce but it kills me. My apartment is on the way to Chipotle.” It felt wrong but I couldn't think fast enough to get out of it. “Sure no problem.” His place was on the next block up. Walking in, he pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and dropped his pants and underwear as he moved deeper into the apartment. His body was so strong, and showed quite a bit of fur on his upper back and above his ass. His ass and legs were, in fact, completely covered in thick black hair. My heart was about to explode out of my chest and my dick was pumping full of blood. I wanted to lick him all over. “Sorry, man, I'm gonna throw on some dry clothing, real quick.” As he paraded into his bedroom I could see his dick sway between his legs. I had to regain my composure, so I asked to use his bathroom. "Sure, use the one through here, though, attached to my bedroom. The guest bathroom is being renovated." No sooner had I entered his bedroom he than he turned to me, his monstrous, poisonous, uncut dick thick and half hard. His scorpion tattoo also caught my eye, especially because it was much bigger than I had realized, stretching from his waist to his balls, buried in black hair. Stepping forward, Frank grabbed my face and growled "Come here." He had me under his spell. When he jammed his tongue into my mouth I was surprised how soft his lips felt, surrounded by his thick beard. Pulling back slightly, he ordered "Open your mouth.” I complied without a thought and he spat deep into my mouth, actually hitting the back of my throat. Again his mouth engulfed mine, his tongue wresting with mine. I felt virtually weak kneed with lust as my dick throbbed with arousal, my precum seeping into my underwear. He completely dominated me, and it seemed only correct that as his tongue explored my mouth and throat, he should pull my pants down and my shirt off over my head. My mind flashed ever so briefly to Roger, and a wave of guilt hits me, but the combination of Frank and my throbbing dick overcame my sense of guilt. There was no question: at least at this moment, Frank and my throbbing dick were in control. As we kissed, Frank's hand made its way to my furry muscular ass, squeezing first one, then the other cheek, hard, grunting into my mouth as he did so. Then he found my asshole and starts to scratch into it. Fuck, no one had done that to me in so long. It felt amazing. Even though I was completely dry, he forced his middle finger in knuckle deep, digging away. It seemed as if electricity was shooting from my hole to my dick. I could probably could have cum from that play alone, but instead he pulled closer against his chest, in so doing trapping his rock hard monster cock between our bodies. I'm not exaggerating when I say it stretched all the way up to my chest. And fuck, he was poz. His massive dick was leaking toxic precum onto my chest. I thought 'Well, I can’t get poz from spit, right? So as long as we just jack off I'm good', but Frank apparently had a different idea 'cause he took me into his arms, picked me up, and deposited me on the bed as he joined me there, the entire move without having let go of me. At this point his rock hard monster nine inch, thick uncut dick was oozing precum onto my stomach. Positioning himself between my legs, Frank ground his dick against mine as we continued making out. It had been so long since I've been with a guy other than Roger that everything felt new, and it was new in another sense. I had never before been dominated. Breaking our kiss, Frank stood up, and, standing over my body, jacked his huge furry dick while twisting his nipple. Then he crouched over my face, presenting his massive balls for me to admire. I was in sensory overload. They were so ripe. Taking ragged, deep breaths, I was all but getting high off of Frank's man smell. I wanted all of his sweat in my mouth. Frank, however, had his own agenda, and he placed his dickhead onto my forehead, which allowed me to lean my head all the way back so I can finally taste his dick, which was apparently his objective, as he slowly guided his dick head towards my mouth, pulling back his foreskin, and squeezing himself in the process. Silky poz cum oozed out of his head, flowing into my mouth. Although at one level I knew it was pure poison I unhesitatingly swallowed it. Frank then sank his dick into my mouth, and I opened as widely as I could. Nevertheless his cock head could barely fit into my mouth. Not to be deterred, Frank grabbed my jaw and forced his dick down my throat. I couldn't breath or move. He was virtually impaling me from the top down. My dick seemed to be getting harder the deeper he went into my throat, and finally his balls were resting on my nose. He remained stationary, balls deep, for several seconds as I struggled not to choke and cough, but eventually I had to at least try to push his weight off of my face. Still he was in charge as he thrust in a few times, grunting with pleasure. My throat involuntarily kept trying to swallow his massive piece of meat, even as my eyes streamed with tears from the effort of accommodating him. After what seemed to be about 20 seconds he finally pulled out. I gasped for air, my spit thick and stringy. "Good boy,” he whispered. Then he leaned forward, dangling his dickhead at my mouth and swallowed my seven and a half inch dick with ease. My balls tighten and tingled, and involuntarily I moaned, grunting "Oh fuck, I'm close.” Pulling off immediately, Frank growled "We can't have that yet.” I reached down to jack myself off, but he grabbed my hand, stopping me. My dick was so hard it seemed permanently flexed, and was almost hurting. I was so close to cumming to use the words 'blue balls' doesn't give the experience credit. Frank, meanwhile, picked-up with his agenda, and climbed over and behind me, pulling my legs up and initially onto his muscular hairy shoulders, then, as he propped my torso back on my shoulder blades, so my hole was facing the ceiling, my knees were now flung forward, resting on the mattress, one leg flanking each side of my head. With one hand he grabbed under both of my knees so he could examine my hole. I was completely exposed, and he was so strong. Spitting directly into my hole, he fingered it in, massaging my ass lips. My dick had never been so hard. More spit, and more massaging. I knew what he had in mind, and I didn't care. He was hitting my prostate; I felt him working the cum out of my balls with each prod. I was a human fuck toy to him. Then he pulled my legs back down to his shoulders, leaned forward, and gave me a deep kiss. His huge uncut dickhead likewise kissed my open hole. This was so dangerous. I knew it was, and I suspected he was leaking precum into my hole. Giving one last effort to be rational, I gave a half-hearted effort to push him off and to break off the kiss, trying to explain "Noo.. no way I’m bottoming.. I have a bo....” Frank didn't care about my protestations. He leaned over me again, jamming his tongue back into my mouth, his dick head now firmly lodged against my hole. Rocking our bodies a few times, I senses his slick foreskin unrolling on my hole, revealing the poisonous leaking raw helmet out of which his precum freely oozed. In fact I could feel his excess spit and his precum dripping down my ass crack, onto my back. My hole was slicker with each of his thrusts, and my head spun in excitement as Frank broke through my sphincter, opening me up with small thrusts, pushing ever harder to sink ever further in. Then, when he was about three inches in, he stopped. My hole was wrapped so tightly around his giant dick, I found myself involuntarily flexing my ass muscles, not knowing what to do otherwise with the foreign object lodged there. Moaning like a lion Frank muttered "Fuckk.. too tight,” his dick flexing and throbbing as he bred me with his poz cum. My dick spasmed without any manual touch, stimulated by his flexing dick which flooded my hole with his seed as he sank further into my ass. “You’re mine now,” he murmured, repeatedly kissing me. With this he pushed me over the edge. I moaned into his mouth as my balls erupted, volley after volley of my cum flowing onto my chest and neck. My hole was in unknown ecstasy. Frank's huge hairy balls were now on my ass as he had bottomed out and was not moving, but his cock continued flexing, doubtless oozing more and more poz cum into my ass. We made out for several more minutes, our tongues intertwined, but eventually Frank slowly withdrew his snake from the depths of my ass and then collapsed on the bed to my right, pulling me under his arm. We lay there breathing heavily, taking in the experience. I found myself thinking 'What the fuck have I just done?' My asshole was still gaping, and I could surely feel Frank's poz jizz leaking on to my ass cheeks and the bed. Taking a deep breath, Frank propped himself up on his elbow and wryly asked, "So, was that the first poz load you've taken, youngin'?” a smile in his eyes and on his lips.

[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.

This story is quite long and though I have come to a point where I could stop and it would be a complete story in itself, I plan to continue adding to it. I think the background and build up is necessary to understand and feel the full affect. Because of the length of what I have written so far, I will post it in installments giving readers a chance to digest each segment. I am posting it in this section even though the beginning installments contain no mention of chems except alcohol and poppers. Chems do come into play later and I wanted to keep it all together. Comments are welcome and I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing it. I will add that a large portion of the story is based upon real life events with the remainder of it being fantasy just waiting for the right time, the right place, the right situation, and the right people for it to become reality. Enjoy. “Seeking a Positive Attitude” was the title of the ad that just popped up in Casual Encounters M for M on Craigslist. I didn’t need to open it to know what it said, because it was my ad. I wrote it. But I am getting ahead of myself. I am a late 50’s, bi white male. Just your average guy. Six feet tall, about 220 lbs. I am slowly working on losing about 40 lbs. but currently I am a bit of bear. I am considered attractive by both women and men. I have a good professional career and my wife (female) and I enjoy a comfortable upper middle class life. Respected by my coworkers, friends, and neighbors, nobody even suspects that I also enjoy sex with men or the wild fantasies I have. Playtime is typically just quick masturbation sessions while watching porn when I have some alone time. My choice of porn is very broad including straight, bi, tranny, and of course gay. Occasionally I have the opportunity to stop by an adult bookstore and sometimes I will get lucky and have a quick hookup. Honestly I would love to be able to hookup much more often. I occasionally have an out of town meeting for work that requires me to stay overnight. On these trips I usually try to hit an adult bookstore or two, maybe an adult theater, or a bathhouse. Although I enjoy my time and may suck a cock or two, get mine sucked, and jerk off, rarely do I get involved with any anal play or fucking. Not that I am not interested in it. Just the opposite. I would love to be fucked bare/RAW and filled to overflowing with cum. The problem is I am scared of HIV and the impact it could have on my life. Many years ago, I did have one friend that I would hook up with regularly, who I knew was Neg, that I would let fuck me raw, but he moved away. I guess I could allow a guy to fuck me with a condom, but as soon as the condoms come out, I lose interest. I am a bit of a popper freak. Poppers make me very horny and loosen me up. I use a plastic water bottle with paper toweling in it saturated with poppers. It allows me to use them in any position without worrying about spilling them, plus the hits are much bigger and stronger. There have been a few isolated occurrences where I have had too much to drink and been doing poppers that my inhibitions have dropped enough and I have let a guy slip into my raw. I have always been a compulsive masturbator. Sometimes it is to porn, but when the time and place are not conducive to watching porn I have to rely on my fantasies. In my youth the fantasies were pretty vanilla but over time the fantasies lost their excitement and I would need to come up with a wilder one to get the same thrill. In a way I guess it is kind of like a drug addict. Over time the high is not as great as you get used to the drug and you have to increase the dosage. Over the years my masturbation fantasies grew from straight vanilla porn or fantasizing about someone I knew or saw on the street to fantasies of group sex, kinky sex, BDSM, bisexual and gay sex. As the fantasies grew so did the type of porn I would seek out to watch. First there were VCR tapes, then DVDs and eventually I could find anything I wanted on the internet. Even though I enjoyed watching gay porn and fantasized about gay sex, it was many years before I experienced it. But as with all of my fantasies, eventually the time, place and people would be right to experience it in reality. Once I finally tried gay sex, I was hooked. Sex with females required wining and dining and several dates to get to first base. Gay sex was almost always available 24-7 at a bookstore, theater, or bathhouse. Although I often saw others having sex bare, I only played safe. As the years went by, I discovered hookup sites like BBRT and BZ and others. Reading stories of guys fucking bareback always got me hard as a rock. The ones involving bug chasing, stealthing, converting, etc. repulsed me though. Why would anyone want to be infected with HIV or even worse knowingly infect someone else? But something about the stories kept me coming back to read more of them. Maybe it was the freedom to fuck anyone or be fucked by anyone after converting. I envied that freedom although it scared me and I would never actually do it. Soon I began to fantasize about being bred raw, letting strange guys shoot their load deep inside me. How hot would that be? Wouldn’t it be great to be able to let loose and not worry about HIV or AIDS and just let anyone give it to me bare? This was fine to fantasize about, but I would never really do it. I was safe to masturbate and hit my poppers and imagine an entire night in a bathhouse getting bred raw by every guy. But over time, just like all of my other past fantasies, eventually a desire to experience it in real life began to grow. But I would never actually allow myself to do it. It was too risky. I had read many many stories of guys saying they were negative and stealthing guys. I did not want HIV. But I would envy the guys I saw at the bookstores and bathhouses playing bare. How much fun they were having and I wasn’t. Our sexual urges are buried deep in our subconscious and exist at a primal level. Thus they are always lurking below our conscious thoughts, affecting them and driving them without our knowing it. My unfulfilled fantasies began to affect my behavior and my conscious desires. Over the past couple of years hormone changes had caused my wife’s desire for sex to dwindle to almost nothing. Rather than be upset about it, I actually was happy with it. The older I got the less I was interested in sex with females. The lack of sex did make me very horny but I preferred to get my release with men or through masturbation. I also found that I enjoyed drinking alcohol and using poppers when I masturbated or hooked up with a guy. It lowered my inhibitions and I began thinking maybe I could get over my fear and on occasion take a raw load if I believed the guy was negative. I also began watching a lot of bareback porn. If the guy had a condom on I would immediately stop watching it and find something else. On my out of town business trips I began packing a bottle of vodka or grain alcohol and something to mix with it in my suitcase. I typically would try to stay at motels rather than hotels. If I did invite a guy to my room at a motel he could just park outside my room and come in without having the bother of lobby staff at a hotel, especially late at night. My routine was pretty much the same. I would get ice in the ice bucket and have a drink or two as I got settled in my room and got my laptop setup. Then I would call my wife and let her know I was checked into a place for the night and then go out to eat, usually having a couple of more drinks. After dinner I would then head back to my room. My wife liked to know that I was back to my room safely so I would give her a quick call and tell her I was going to relax and watch some TV. In actuality I would fix another drink and log into all of my favorite hookup sites and let guys know I was looking to hook up and then post a few ads online. When I was finished I would get naked and head for the bathroom to clean myself out, touch up the shave job all around my cock, my balls and my hole and then take a shower. I would be naked the rest of the night. The rest of the evening I would watch porn on my computer, regularly check my email and the hookup sites for any responses, drink and edge my cock. I use wide rubber bands as cock rings as they provide lots of flexibility. They can go around my entire package, around just my ball sac, use it as a ball separator, or just wrap around the base of my cock. Plus depending on the number of twists I can make it any tightness that I want. With the rubber band cock rings I can keep my cock hard and on the edge for hours. If there were any guys interested in hooking up I would let them know that I was looking for late night play as I knew I would be on the phone saying goodnight to my wife around 11 PM. Little did she know that while we talked that I was naked, playing with my cock and watching porn (with the sound turned off). As soon as I would hang up the phone with my wife, I would post another ad or two online as I began making stronger drinks so that I would quickly begin to get high. I would also begin to takes hits of poppers. Although earlier in the evening I typically watched a variety of porn, I now would begin to watch strictly gay bareback porn. I would also begin playing with my hole. If I was lucky enough to find a guy that wanted to hook up, I would ask their status, let them know I required they wear a condom if they fucked me, etc. Sometimes I would just suck them or masturbate them to orgasm. A couple of times when I was really drunk and high on poppers I did let the guy stick his cock in me bare, but then I would get scared and make him pull out.

I had been working in the city for several weeks before I found the bar. It was down a dark, run down side street and only obvious from the gaudy neon light outside. I had read about it online, and most of the reviews used words and phrases like 'filthy', 'sleazy', and 'full of older men'. The prevailing opinion was you only went there once just to see how awful it was. I, on the other hand, was attracted to it precisely because of the sleaze and the sense of depravity in the reviews. For some reason I find myself drawn to encounters which would disgust most people, (although I had not had many such encounters myself). Well, once inside the bar, the music was playing loudly, and the dim lighting revealed the bar counter, a dance floor and a selection of tired and grimy tables and chairs. About six guys occupied the bar stools, chatting to the barman, who was a large, middle aged man with glasses. Somewhat nervously, even if excited, I took a spare bar stool and ordered a beer. Three of the guys on the corner of the wooden counter were giving me the eye as they chatted - a thin old guy probably in his sixties with a cap and thick spectacles, a fat guy about the same age whose polo shirt only just covered his heavy belly which hung over greasy trousers, and a younger, chubby guy with a pale face which shone with sweat, which was framed by thin, mousy hair. The man seated next to me greeted me, and we chatted for a while, which also served to calm me down so I could relax. After a while, I plucked up some courage and asked "So, does this place have a ... you know... dark room, or some place like that?" He gave me a wry smile. "Just downstairs. The toilets in the basement. That’s where the guys go and get up to all sorts." I sipped some more beer, feeling my palms getting sweaty and my heart beat faster. "But if you go down there, be careful with your wallet. It's easy to get your pocket picked when someone's sucking you off." I blushed and nodded. "Can't be too careful." "Oh, and use a condom." Uh oh. I thought, here comes the safe sex lecture. He must have seen my expression because he shook his head and said "No, I mean it. This 'ain't Disneyland. You let a guy in you bare down there, and you'll likely get knocked up, if you know what I mean. Some of them would love to get in your pants and give you a dirty load." My heart skipped a beat and I felt excitement and fear in equal measure. "Anyway," he said, tapping my shoulder, "I just thought you should know. I'm going outside for a cigarette." He got down heavily from the stool and disappeared outside. The guys at the bar were ignoring me now. I took another sip of beer, then went over to the narrow, dimly lit stairs to the basement toilets. At the bottom, a left turn led to a small space containing two cubicles with broken locks and a filthy sink. The urinals were straight ahead from the foot of the stairs, behind a screening wall. There was no one there. I didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved. I was in the area next to the cubicles when I heard a step behind me. I turned to see the three guys from the bar crowding into the space. They didn't say anything, but the thin guy with the thick glasses began to rub a rather large bulge in his threadbare trousers. I gave them a nervous smile, aware of my own trousers tightening at the groin. He slowly unzipped his fly, reached in and pulled out a thick, stiff cock. I took his cock in my hand, feeling the warm, silky flesh in my palm. "Do you want to suck it, mate?" he asked. The sixty-four thousand dollar question. The moment when I could still make a choice to stay or go. I made my choice, and bent forward and took him in my mouth, tasting the salty sweatiness as he dug in a pocket and took out some poppers. I heard him sniff deeply, then the bottle was offered to me. I stopped sucking long enough to take a big hit, feeling the chemical course through me. My inhibitions wash away, so I eagerly resumed sucking him. The bottle, meanwhile, was passed between the men and the powerful aroma filled the small space. I felt a hand grab my arse and stroke it through the material of my trousers. " Nice arse," said a gruff voice behind me. "Let's see it, then." I fumbled with my belt and zip, and then my trousers slid down to my ankles. I felt rough fingers dig into the waistband of my underpants and pull them down, exposing my bare bottom. I continued to suck the cock, until he lifted my chin and straightened me up, before kissing me on the mouth. I gasped as his tongue slid between my lips and I tasted beer and cigarettes on his breath. He laughed as he pulled away. "Bend over the sink, matey," he said. The young chubby guy was sweating profusely and grinning like a Cheshire cat. He had dropped his trousers and pants as he wanked a thin, curved cock and was beside himself with excitement. Slowly, I turned and bent over the sink, grabbing the edge of the cold ceramic bowl. Beside me, the fat guy was humming happily to himself as he pulled the polo shirt over his head, revealing a fat, hairy torso, and flabby belly. His body odour filled the space as he dropped his trousers and a thick, stubby cock sprang up between his fat thighs. There was a grimy mirror above the sink. I saw my reflection, face flushed from the poppers, and behind me the thin guy digging a crumpled tube of KY from his pocket. He unscrewed the cap, squeezed a dollop on to his forefinger, and roughly worked it into my arsehole, the filthy, rough fingernail scratching my delicate skin. "Here we go," he remarked, dipping to push trousers and pants down, then waddling behind me and sniffing from the brown bottle. I had one last moment of sanity. "Don't...don't you want a condom?" He chuckled and handed me the bottle. "Naw, we're all friends here, 'ain't we?" The young man giggled. " Fuck him, Bill!" I sniffed the poppers, felt a moment's fear as Bill pushed forward and then his cock slid up me in a delicious, slippery rush and I gasped and sagged over the sink. "There we go," Bill whispered and began to slide slowly in and out of me. "Jesus, he's got a nice arse!" He said to the others. "Proper smooth and wet." He fucked me for a few minutes as the other two clustered round and probed under my stomach to feel the base of the cock sticking in me. Suddenly, footsteps sounded on the stairs. I would have got up but the others seemed unconcerned, and whatever the case, I was pinned to the sink. In the doorway stood the man from the bar who had warned me about being careful. His face was a comic mixture of shock, disgust and lust as our eyes met. Bill stood back, and the man could clearly see his cock was bare and glistening with lube. "Want some, mate?" The man blushed and shook his head, but he didn’t leave and I saw his hand begin to rub his crotch. "C'mon then, Jamie." said Bill. "Climb on and fill yer boots before you blow a fuse!" The chubby young man waddled behind me and eagerly pressed his cock into my hole. It was thin and curved with a mushroom head, and went in easily. Unlike Bill, he fucked me in short furious strokes, gasping with pleasure as the sweat dripped from his chin on to my bare buttocks, "Oh..oh yeah..uuuh..uuuh." he grunted as Bill pressed the bottle to my nose. " Fuck 'im Jamie! " growled the fat man, " Give 'im that dirty load of yours!" My head swam from the poppers and I heard my voice squealing with pleasure and animal lust as the young man's movements got faster and more urgent. "Here...here it comes...aah!" he gasped, and I felt his cock stiffen and throb and knew he was spurting in me. At last he relaxed, and pulled out, staggering back to lean against the wall. I felt a drool of sperm run down over my scrotum and was aghast at what I'd done. Yet I didn't move. I looked at my swollen face in the mirror and licked my lips in shame and lust. The man was still standing in the doorway, rubbing his crotch. But now he was shaking his head slowly and looking at me as if to say "You stupid bastard." I felt a heavy body behind me and the flabby belly being lifted on to my buttocks as the stubby cock nosed at my hole. Bill bent beside me and kissed me again, remarking "There now, didn't I say we were all friends?" The fat cock slid into my dripping hole and began to mechanically fuck me. I gasped and hung onto the bowl as he rode me, all the time looking at the man who was shaking his head, but now had his cock out as the young man knelt before him and sucked it. "More than friends," puffed the fat man as he started to thrust fast and hard into me. "He's gonna be family after we knock him up!" then he grunted like a pig and shuddered all over as he came in me. He pulled back and I straightened up, feeling the sperm from two loads sliding out of me. Bill was grinning and he ruffled my hair. "Dirty bastard, ‘aren’t you?" The fat man pulled on his clothes, belched and disappeared upstairs for a drink. Idly, I watched the young man's head bobbing back and forth until the man gasped and spurted into his mouth. Not meeting my eyes, he scurried out. Jamie got up and pulled his trousers up, his mouth wet with spit and cum as Bill fastened his trousers. "Don't you want to fuck me?" I asked. "Not yet, mate. We've got a whole evening ahead of us.”

This was salvaged from bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section. It was originally separated into three individual postings. I combined them, cleaning up the spacing and punctuation (and a tiny bit of the syntax. I believe the writer intended to continue the tale, but if he did, I have not yet run across a 4th section. If I do I'll add it to this extended tale of debauchery. ******************************************************************* This is a true story from my exploits as a PnP lovin’ bareback bottom cum slut in Phoenix, Arizona sometime in the Spring of 2001. I plan on a series of stories describing my best experiences. If you think you may have fucked me (probably at the Chute bathhouse or Zorba’s ABS on Scottsdale Rd, but maybe at Flex bathhouse), please email me at tucsondude85716@hotmail.com and let me know when/where you think we hooked up. I’d love a cock pic as well (trying to put together a “trophy wall” of my conquests)! I’d also appreciate feedback on the stories themselves. I was 26 at the time these events took place. My “cruising name” was “Jack” I’m 6', 180#, green eyes (often wearing glasses during my visits to the Chute), both nipples pierced (but if you played with them too much, I probably told you it was “just for looks”, not because I was much into tit-play). I had short, light brown/dark blonde hair, a goatee, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Total masculine, straight acting, closeted bi cock-fiend. If I was wearing shorts, you probably thought I had nice legs (muscular, particularly big calves). I’m uncut, 8"-ish (but if I was partying with my girl Tina, you probably never saw my cock hard). When I was at the Chute, I would usually walk around with my towel over my shoulder. At the Chute I was often smoking a cigarette in one of the movie rooms, playing with my cock and asshole. I had a strong preference for public displays, and was fucked in the public areas of the Chute often (movie rooms, bunk bed room, glory hole maze. If I was getting fucked in a private room, I’d leave the door open (they let you do that back then) if my top was up for it. I picked my men on the basis of their cocks, not looks, etc. Old, fat, ugly, bald, didn’t matter. A nice hard cock, the bigger the better, to fuck my slut cum hole was what I was looking for. If we hooked up, you probably noticed that I was not the best when it came to sucking cock (though I could do a good enough job on average size guys). Especially if you were hung, I probably only sucked you enough to get you hard before I tried to get you to slide it in my ass. Anyway on to the story: This marathon of serving any and all available tops as a PnP bareback bottom cum dumpster also took place in the Spring of 2001. I was at work; a server in a busy steakhouse in Paradise Valley. I have been a server in many restaurants, and I'm really, really good at the job. It was good thing because it was a busy Saturday night, and I was, to say the least, distracted. I was running around the restaurant with a bunch of cum in my ass. I didn't sleep the night before, when I'd gone to the baths and hooked up with a guy who shared the tina he was smoking with me, and it was GOOD stuff. I had gone to his private room at the Chute, <<this is a future story called First PnP Cum Slut at the Baths>> Long story short, I had spent the morning after we left the baths with my new buddy and his roommate, watching porn, getting SPUN watching porn, fucking. I had to leave his house eventually, 'cause I had to work that night at 5. I had taken the opertunity to score some dope from my friend's source – got a teener of nice glass for the rest of my weekend. I went home, took a shower, and went to work. I was distracted by the fact that I was so fucking HORNED UP while I was at work. All I could think of was how much I wanted to feel more cock deep in my ass. I was made horny by the random thought that I had cum from more cocks in me from the last night than most of the female servers (average age about 22) had had in their lives! Every step I took I was aware of the slippery feeling inside my ass and the thought of being offered to any hard cock was racing through my head. Finally I was done with my shift. I had brought everything I thought I might need with me to work so I could go straight to the baths. I drove to the Chute and got a private room. My buddy from the night before had given me a douche kit and taught me how to clean out before taking cocks in my hole. I made sure I was spotless inside, smoked some tina, and went to hunt for some cock. Guys were walking around the dark hallways in their towels, room keys on elastic bands around wrists or ankles. I had my lube and my poppers with me. The hallways were dark, the air heavy with smoke and sweat. There was some awesome techno music on the sound system. I went to the glory hole maze. It was nearly pitch black. I ventured in, basically feeling my way in. I could tell there were a bunch of guys in the maze, and I could hear slurps and flesh moving against flesh. At various places, the walls of the maze had glory holes cut out. As my eyes adjusted, I looked for an open hole. I found one and knelt down. The surging desire for cock was strumming through me. I waited. It didn't take long. A guy came up to the opening of my glory hole. He opened his towel and showed his semi hard cock. I practically stuck my head through the hole to show him my open mouth. He put his cock through the hole. I eagerly slid my mouth around him. He was cut with a perky helmet and pretty thick. About 7” or so. I took a hit of poppers and took his cock till his balls were on my chin. Between the poppers and the tina, I was easily able to deep throat him. I made love to his cock with my mouth. It was the best blow job I've ever given (prior to my PnP initiation, I was primarily a top, and had never been very good at sucking cock). I took a break to whisper to him that I wanted him to fuck me. He said he wanted to come in my mouth. I was disappointed, because his cock got nicer and nicer the longer I sucked it. It grew another 1/2” plus. It got rock hard, and there were nice veins standing out. It would have felt GREAT in my ass. But if he wanted to cum in my mouth, I wanted to feel him shoot and swallow his cum. I went back to work. He started his short strokes. I let him fuck my mouth. He went all the way in and stayed there, grunting and groaning. I felt warmth in my throat. Pulled back so the head of his cock was in my mouth, and I felt warmth on my tongue. Finally, he pulled out of my mouth. I swallowed the cum that was in my mouth. My throat felt spermy where he had shot his load directly down into my gut. I wanted more cock NOW. I felt like draining the load of every cock I could find. Folks had clearly noticed that he was having fun. As soon as he left, another man stepped up to the hole. A beautiful, fat, uncut Latino cock came through the hole. I was mostly hard, and I started sucking it as well as I could. It was bigger than the first one, the kind of uncut cock where the shaft is as thick as the head and it was THICK. I could only take about ¾ of it down my throat. It was at least 8”. While I knelt on the floor, sucking his cock as well as I could, I was lubing up my ass and running my fingers as far into myself as I could. “Do you like to fuck” I whispered, reluctant to take his cock out of my mouth. “Yeah” A single whispered syllable. I stood up and turned around to present my ass to the hole. I reached through my legs and felt for him. His cock bumped against my cheek. I grabbed him, and rubbed the head of his cock up and down across my hold, getting it slippery with the copious amount of lube in and on my ass. I was SO happy there was not a condom on his cock. I lined his cock up with my desperately horny asshole and backed up against him. As soon I had him sliding up my ass, I took several DEEP hits from my poppers and started fucking by ass back against him. He drove it all the way in, held it for a second, and started slowly fucking in in and out of me. On the back stroke he would take it almost all the way out. On the down stroke his thick cock felt so GOOD driving in to my ass. I discovered I could tighten on his cock slightly as he withdrew, and open myself to caress his cock more gently on the way in. I kept hitting the poppers. Someone had found his way to my side of the partition. As I bent over, backing my ass up and bucking against the cock impaling me through the hole, he presented his cock in my face. I started sucking him. He was cut, very hard, not particularly thick and maybe 6”. I let him fuck my throat. The guy fucking my ass was working himself towards orgasm, fucking my ass faster, with strokes seeking pleasure for his cock, rather than teasing me with his beautiful cock. He drove all the way in and held it there. I clamped my ass on his cock as hard as I could. I could feel a delicious feeling of warmth and gooiness deep in my ass. He fucked his cock in and out of me to pump the rest of his cum in me. Without warning, he pulled out of me and left. I had never seen his face, or even heard his voice other than that one “Yeah”. But I had worshiped his cock for him. First with my mouth, then with my ass. And his cum was deep inside me. When he realized that the guy on the other side had finished and left, the guy on my side reached over to finger my ass. “Did he cum in you?” “Yeah. Do you like to fuck?” “I'm about to cum” I pulled off of his cock. “Just stick it in and cum in me”. We maneuvered ourselves so I was bent over in front of him and I again reached between my legs to guide another bare cock into my hole. He pushed in slowly and held still when he got it all the way in. “I'm really close." “Cum in me”. He managed about two strokes before he drove all the way in, grunting loudly several times. He fell heavily against my back as he finished spurting in me. I pulled off his cock. My eyes had adjusted to the near total darkness, and I could see that there was an open area in the middle of the maze and that there were several guys there. I moved past my last conquest. “Thanks” I whispered. I entered the common area and found my way to the wall at the back of the maze. I leaned forwarded and braced my hands against the wall, presenting my ass to anyone and everyone. My towel was around my neck, I was naked, sticking my ass out like a desperate whore, begging for cock. Someone came up behind me. I felt the head of his cock rubbing up and down my crack, pushing occasionally against my hole. “Put it in.” I was shameless. He complied. With two loads in my ass back to back, there was no need for lube. He slid it in. He felt pretty average in size, but at this point all cock was good to me. He was obviously already close to cumming. “Please cum in me”. My whispered plea drove him over the edge. He spasmed against my ass, rabbit-fucking his load into me. He pulled out as soon as he was finished. I rested against the wall for a moment. I looked around – the maze seemed to be empty. I needed to rest. I went to a video room and sat on the hard bench to catch my breath and watch some porn. I reached down to finger my asshole. I had cum smeared on my upper thighs where it had leaked out of my ass. My asshole was relaxed and slippery with the three loads that had been shot up my chute in probably no more than 30 minutes. A middle aged guy came in and sat down on the bench nearly opposite from me. He started jacking his cock. I motioned for him to come join me. He moved over and sat down next to me. I was on his cock instantly, sucking him into my mouth. It was smaller that average, but uncut, so that was hot. I bobbed up and down on it. I decided I wanted to see how fast I could make him cum. It was not to be. After a while, he motioned me off his cock. “I don't want to cum yet." “OK. Maybe I'll see you later.” I went back to watching the movie, smoked a cigarette and played with myself. Another guy came in and sat down. He was darker skined, middle eastern looking. Very handsome, early 20's. I moved over and asked him “Can I suck it?” He offered it to me. He was long, uncut, and wearing a chrome cock ring. His cock was partially hard; it had that meaty heaviness to it that a guy gets when he has been hard, then soft multiple times before he cums. “Do you party?” he whispered in my ear. “MmmHmm” I nodded, my mouth full of his cock. “Come to my room.” That was all he had to say. I stood up and followed him down the dark hall way. He let us into his room and we sat on the bed. He produced a glass bong with a glass bowl for smoking tina. He had a real torch, not just a lighter. He held the bong out to me with one hand and started heating the bowl with the torch. As soon as the dope started to vaporize, I took a pull at the bong. It filled with the rich white smoke. “Take a breath, then clear it. Hold your breath as long as you can.” I took a breath and cleared the smoke from the bong as he held the bowl for me. The rush hit me immediately. I had never had such a lungful of dense smoke. I held my breath. “Give it to me.” He started kissing me, and I slowly exhaled into his mouth, feeling him suck the vapor out of me into his lungs. He held his breath, then kissed me again. This time he was exhaling the smoke for me to breath in. We passed it back and forth until it was gone. We took turns hitting the bong and sharing the smoke. In no time, I was higher than I ever had been. I tried to start sucking his cock, but he stopped me. “What if we open the door, and I'll eat your ass?” I climbed onto the bed, on all fours, with my ass sticking up in the air. With the door open, he buried his face in my ass. I groaned and squirmed as his wet tongue pushed into my hole. “Do you already have cum in there?” “Yeah.” “More than one guy?” “Three guys, in the maze.” "Fuckin' hot" was his reply, as he kept tonguing my ass. “I want to watch you get fucked, then I'll eat the load out of your ass.” I turned around to look at the door. Someone was standing there. A middle aged bear type. I gestured him in. He made as if to close the door, catching my eye with the unspoken question. “Leave it open." His towel hit the floor. He was uncut and almost totally soft, but I could see that he had a Prince Albert. Wow. I had never been fucked by a pierced cock before. “Let me suck it to get you hard, then you can fuck him.” My party buddy had a plan. I got up on the bed in what I now considered my 'slut pose', face down, ass up on the bed. I made sure I could see the action as PA guy stuck his cock in my buddy's mouth. PA reached around to finger my ass. “You want me to fuck you?” “Please." “How many cocks have you had tonight?” “Three. In the Maze." “Did they breed you?” “They all came in my ass." “Are you a slut?” Feeling like I was being interrogated, I replied "yeah.” Another man came into the room. He was black, young, very toned and well muscled. He had very broad shoulders and narrow hips. He had his towel wrapped tightly against him, but I could tell that he had a big cock under it. He removed his towel and I got off the bed to kneel in front of him. His cock was FUCKING HUGE. It was mostly hard, but so heavy that it hung down rather than jutting out. It was cut, VERY thick, and at least 11”. It was perfectly straight, absolutely beautiful, PORN quality cock. I sucked it as well as I could. “Do you like to fuck?” “Can you take this whole cock?” “Please let me feel it in my ass.” “How do you want to get fucked?” “Let me sit down on it to get used to it, then you can fuck me however you want.” He lay on the bed and I straddled him. I squirted lube on his cock and spread it along the his amazing length. I rubbed a palm full of lube on my hole and lined it up with his cock. He held it against the base, and I paused for a minute with his head pressing on my hole. I couldn't believe the heat of his cock head as he rubbed against my hole. I took some huge hits of poppers, and started sliding down his cock. It was amazing. I couldn't believe the sensation of fullness, and how hard and thick he felt in me. I thought I must have him almost the whole way in, but when I reached between my legs, I found that there was still at least 4” to go! Finally, I was sitting all the way down on his cock. I was impaled on his massive cock. I started to move up and down on it. I usually like to go up until a guy is almost falling out of my ass before I sit back down, but with this guy, I couldn't do it. His cock was so long, that I couldn't raise my hips enough to get him out of me without raising up off my knees. “How do you wanna get deep-dicked?” “Yeah, but I'll have to reposition myself - on my back, maybe.” I climbed off of him and we exchanged places on the bed. I lay on my back and spread my legs in the air. He pulled my pelvis up against him as he knelt between my legs. He lined my ass up with his cock and pressed forward, sliding into me for what felt like forever. “Oh my god. Your cock is amazing." My bong buddy and Mr. PA had paused to watch us. “Take that big cock. You like that, slut?” "Fuck it feels so good in my ass.” I had my legs over the black stud's shoulders as he held my hips and fucked his gigantic cock in and out of my ass. My head was spinning. I kept taking deep hits of my poppers. It felt like my ass, wrapping itself around his magnificent cock, was my entire being. I was in thrall to his cock, I was absolutely wanton in my desire to please him. He loved the fact that I was such a verbal slut telling him how much I loved his cock. I told him that he had truly porn star quality cock, that it was the biggest cock I have ever seen, and that I had never felt anything as amazing as his cock plunging in and out of my ass. Even more exciting was the fact that I was being watched by Mr. Prince Albert, who would occasionally bend over to suck my cock briefly. I became aware that there was a group of guys standing at the door to the room, at least 3 or 4, watching what was obviously a monumental fuck. I have no idea how long I had that beautiful black cock in my ass. I closed my eyes and just blissed out on the incredible sensations of fullness and pleasure coming from my ass. I was lost in my cock-slut delirium. I would open my eyes periodically and check how many guys were watching me get fucked. I became aware that Bong Man was talking to me. “He wants to know if you want him to breed your ass.” “Oh God YES.” I said it loud enough for my audience to hear me. “Please cum in my ass!” He started bucking. He shoved his cock all the way in and ground his hard pelvic bone against my ass. His cock felt incredibly thick at the base. I knew he had to be pumping a huge load in my ass. All to soon, he pulled his cock out of my ass. Prince Albert immediately stuck his head between my leg, pushed me up on the bed so he could get at what he wanted, and started tonguing my ass and licking up and down my crack. I had never felt something so incredibly decedent and depraved. After a minute he moved back from between my legs. “Who's next”? Bong Man was offering my ass to the next anonymous cock. A younger white guy came in. He looked like, in his clothes, he'd be a white-boy wanna-be gangster. He looked like he was in his early 20's. He had a pierced nipple and a nice, hard, cut cock. I asked him how he wanted to fuck me. “From behind.” "No problem, man." I got on the bed, again in my face-down-ass-up slut pose. I felt the head of his cock press against my hole, which swallowed his cock without hesitation. He had a nice-sized cock, but nowhere close to as large as my black-super stud. I hit the poppers and rested my head on the bed. I had to use my arms to keep my head from being driven into the wall at the head of the narrow bed. “Are you going to cum in my ass?” “Do you want more cum in that hole?” "Of course. Give it to me.” I ground my ass back against his thrusts. Since my ass had been opened up so wide by the black stud, I was ready for anything he could dish out. He started to fuck me harder and faster, with shorter strokes. I knew that my ass was about to claim another load of cum from a stranger's cock. He grunted as he spewed his cum up my asshole and quickly withdrew as soon as he was done. I turned around and saw that the group of men at the door had disappeared. The Bong Man was sitting on the other end of the bed, smoking a cigarette. I asked if I could bum a smoke – mine were in my room. He asked if I wanted to close the door so we could smoke some more Tina. I told him I was always ready to party more. While he was loading up the bowl of his bong, he asked me how long I'd been such a slut. I told him not that long, but that when I partied, I couldn't get enough cock. He asked me if I'd ever been in a sling. I had seen the sling room at the Chute. The sling was in the middle of an otherwise bare room. I had never seen someone in the sling – when I saw it it was being cleaned by staff, presumably after someone checked out. “I'd love to get fucked in a sling. I'd take any cock I could get.” "Well, let's see what trouble we can get into." We smoked the whole bowl, exchanging the smoke back and forth as we had before. He told me his time in his room was about to expire, but that if I'd share it with him, he'd get the sling room. I told him that I couldn't wait. He told me he had to pack up all his stuff, go up to the front and rent the sling room. I told him I'd be looking for him when he came back. I went to take a quick shower. I was sweaty, and my thighs were sticky with the cum oozing out of my ass. I made sure my crack was clean, but I did nothing to clean up the sperm still slowly oozing out of my ass. When I walked, my I was conscious of the slippery feel of cum deep in my ass. After searching for a while for a clock, I discovered that it was already 2:00. My 6 hour rental of my room was only half over. I went to watch some porn in one of the two movie rooms. I tried to watch the porn, but I was too spun to sit still. I threw my towel around my shoulders and started cruising the dark hallways. The hallways were dark enough that it was hard to see a guy's face if he was more than about 5 feet away. There was a definite aroma of male bodies and sex in the air. There was some driving techno on the sound system that gave the place a very up beat feel, especially to me, tweaked out of my mind. I saw lots of guys in the halls. Some were cruising slowly around, like me. Some were standing still, watching us cruisers as we made our way past. There were some younger guys and lots of guys who looked mid-30's and older. I saw several silver haired “daddy” types, some leather-type bears, some white collar types. Each guy I passed, I made eye contact and held it as long as I could. I was walking with my towel tossed carelessly over my shoulder and otherwise naked except for the elastic band with my room key on my arm. I found the bathroom and relieved my aching bladder. In the restroom was a chalkboard which had “looking for <blank> type “ads” scrawled on it. I filed that information away for later use. I started looking for my friend who said he was going to rent the sling room. I didn't know where the sling room was, so I started wandering the halls, looking for my buddy and/or the sling room. Finally, I spotted him coming towards me. “There you are. Did you get the room?” "Yup - got it. Ready to put that hot ass in the sling?” “I can't wait.” I followed him to the room. He unlocked the door and let us in, closing the door behind him. The room was semi-dark. He found a dimmer switch on the wall, and adjusted the light a little brighter. Most of the rooms had a single, narrow bed (which was a mattress on a platform attached to the wall, a table, and maybe a chair, if you got lucky. There were also a couple of larger rooms with double beds. This room had only the sling. It was suspended on large chains that were stretched between the floor and ceiling. There was a mirror on the ceiling above the sling. There were some shelves on the wall, and that was it. The starkness of the room, the fact that the room was obviously designed to display the sling (and any occupant of the sling) in a stark tableau of sexual availability. I went over to the sling to figure out how it worked. “You need these." He handed me two long loops of thick rubber attached to a chain with a clip at the end. “You hook these up [to the chains supporting the sling so you can put your feet in them." 'Oh. Stirrups' I thought. Not for a medical exam, but so my legs would be held up and my ass freely available to anyone who wanted to step up and fuck my hole. Fucking HOT! “Let's DO this.” My enthusiasm evident in my voice. “Let's smoke some more first.” He got his glass bong, wrapped safely in a towel now empty of water, out of the large athletic-type bag he brought with him. He produced a bottle of water and poured some into the bong. He loaded some more 'tina to the glass bowel, scoping the translucent crystals into the bowel with the cut off end of a spoon-straw. He got out his torch and held the bong to me as he started heating the bowl. We smoked a bunch of hits, sharing the smoke back and forth as before. By time we were finished, I was more tweaked than I had ever been - frankly, I was absolutely flying. I couldn't stop making little humming sounds. I couldn't sit still, constantly shifting position as we sat on the floor, smoking. “I want some of your ass before we open the door.” “Awesome.” I climbed into the sling and he helped me get the stirrups adjusted to the right height. He dug around in his bag again and produced a penis pump. “Ever use one of these?” "Nope - do they work? I can't get hard when I'm partying.” My dick was totally flaccid. To look at it, you would think that I was as far from aroused as could be. But my ASS was craving cock BIG TIME. I was stroking my cock, but to no avail. “Crystal Dick. Happens to some guys.” He started sucking on my flaccid cock. It felt GREAT, but I could tell that there was going to be zero erection action. “Suck me.” He gave up on my cock and brought his own around to my face. I immediately sucked as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. Mr Bong was dark skinned and had a middle eastern type appearance. He had dark eyes and hair, and nice bone structure with good cheekbones and a handsome mouth. He was trim, with nice abs and muscular arms and legs. He looked to be in his early 20's, younger than me (I was 26 at the time). His cock was uncut and nicely thick, even while almost totally soft. I could taste lube on his cock. “Have you fucked anyone already?” “A couple of guys, but I didn't come.” “I wish I could get hard when I'm partying.” “Suck my cock." I started sucking him as far down my throat as I could, then moving back to tongue his head and foreskin. He had a metal cock ring around his cock and balls. “Try these poppers. They are really good. I got them from a guy who said he got them mail order from Europe.” He held the brown bottle under my nose so that I could take a couple of deep snorts from each nostril. The poppers were AWESOME. I greedily sucked his cock into my mouth, alternating between plunging all the way down on it while creating suction with my throat to draw out his erection and pulling back to tease the head and underside of the shaft with my tongue. He had tons of foreskin – I could swirl my tongue around the head of his cock inside of his foreskin. His cock grew larger and harder. His pubic hair and his balls were shaved. I took a minute every now and then to lick and suck his balls. He kept up a stead stream of questions. “Do you like that cock? Do you like it in your mouth? Do you want to feel it in your ass?” In answer to each question I would give an affirmative hum while sucking on the head of his cock. He pulled out of my mouth and moved around so that he was standing between my legs, which were raised in the stirrups. The sling was SO comfortable. It had great support all the way from my head down to my ass. I was positioned so that my ass was spread open any my asshole was suspended, open to fuck, at waist level for bongman. He began to rub his cock up and down my crack. It was already wet with my saliva, so it slid easily and wonderfully. Whenever the head of his cock passed over my asshole, I gave an involuntary jerk of pleasure. I hit the supposedly imported poppers, taking multiple deep snorts and then inhaling through my mouth deeply several times. I put the cap on the poppers to keep from spilling them, then I lay back to enjoy the ride. He spit on my ass, a big, big gob of spit that landed directly on my fuckhole. He was one of those guys with abundant and slippery saliva. He used the head of his cock to smear the spit into my hole, then lined himself up and started to push into my ass. I was in bottom heaven. My ass, craving more and more fucking, opened up to let him but kept a tight grip on him as he fucked me deeper and deeper. He slit it in until I could feel his balls hitting my ass cheeks. He stayed still for a minute. I clamped my ass around him as hard as I could, wanting to feel every millimeter of his beautiful shaft. He groaned. “That's a tight ass, considering all the cock its had in it tonight.” “I fucking LOVE your cock in my ass. Fuck me with that beautiful cock!” He fucked me slowly and powerfully, long strokes so he would almost slip out of me on the backstroke, then pushing in until he was grinding his pelvis against me. The sling positioned me so that his pubic bone was grinding on my taint, and it felt awesome. When he was all the way in me, the base of his cock felt as thick a beer can. The rush from the poppers was very strong, and lasted for a surprisingly long time. At one point I had my eyes closed and was lost as I was aware only of his cock filling my ass again and again. After giving me a nice fucking he stopped and pulled his cock out of my ass. “I'm not going to cum now.” “No problem man, just cum in me when you're ready to cum.” “Do you want to open the door and see who is out there?” “DEFINATELY.” I asked him, “Have you seen that chalkboard in the bathroom?” “Yeah.” “We should put up a note: “Bottom-Slut loves all hard cock, Sling Room." He chuckled saying he would post such a note on the chalkboard, but he would leave me in the sling with the door open while he was gone. I was in the sling, completely naked, with my asshole open to the world. The club was still booming with driving techno. The room was fairly dark, but there was enough light that I could see myself in the mirror on the ceiling above the sling. As I looked at my naked self splayed there in complete slut abandon, I realized that, rather than being a single, flat mirror it was a system of mirrors, with angled panels so I had the best possible view of my asshole. I clenched my ass. I could see my hole pucker. I relaxed my ass. My hole puffed out and opened up, looking well used but still pretty. I guy came into the room. He was another buff black guy, but taller and more like a basketball player than a football player. With the meth surging through me, filling me with euphoria and raw desire, I wasn't going to play around. "hat's up?" I watched him. He was looking at my ass, not my face. He licked his lips and opened his towel. OH Man! His cock was another magnificent specimen. It was not as long as the last one, but it was uncut, thick and covered with prominent veins as it hung there just barely beginning to get hard. His pubic hair was partially shaved, with a patch left over his cock that looked like he had done it with a barber clippers. "Let me suck it." I was already leaning forward with my mouth opening in anticipation. He walked over and dangled the head of his cock in to my mouth. I swirled my tongue between his foreskin and the head of his cock. He smelled musky and sexy. I started sucking him deep into my mouth, using my hand to guide him as I bobbed back and forth, giving him long strokes with my tongue teasing the underside of his cock, trying to deep throat him. He got hard rapidly. Soon he was easily 9 and 1/2 inches. I could only take about half of this thick shaft down my throat. Greedily I said "I can do a much better job with this beauty with my ass. I'm not a very good cocksucker, but I'm an awesome bottom." He didn't say anything, but he moved around between my legs. I reached down to squirt some lube on my hole. He was gripping his cock with one hand as he lined it up with my hole. His head nudged my hole. I moaned, moving my arms down my sides and underneath me so I could grip my ass cheeks and spread them as wide as I could for him. He started pushing into me. I savored the feeling as the hard, yet spongy and OH SO warm head of his cock popped pass my sphincter. Millimeter by millimeter he pushed his cock slowly, yet inexorably, deeper and deeper into my ass. More poppers. I realized I had zoned out, lost in the sensation of the magnificent cock churning my insides and the chemicals coursing through my system. I kept saying "oh god, oh god" over and over. I focused on his face. His eyes were closed as he rocked in and out of me. "Please, man, cum in my ass." He kept fucking me steadily and powerfully. He kept slamming all of his cock up my ass, then holding still, completely buried inside me. I could feel the head of his cock swell, so deep in my ass, as he would flex his cock. He began to fuck me faster. I watched his face, wanting to take a huge hit of poppers just as he came in my ass. He was biting his lip and breathing deeply, obviously trying to hold off his orgasm as long as possible. Finally my pulsing asshole brought him past the point of no return. He slammed all the way into me, his hips jerking as he tried to get every last fraction of an inch of his cock in my ass. I took deep snorts of the poppers in each nostril as I clenched my ass around his cock as hard as I could. The harder I clenched my ass, the harder his cock rubbed against my prostate. The harder his cock rubbed against my prostrate, the tighter my ass squeezed as each stroke made my hole involuntarily contract around his cock. My cock was still crystal-dick limp, but I felt like I was cumming as my prostrate was battered by his beautiful shaft. Ahhh. That amazing feeling of warm, slippery, gooey cum filling my hole. He had pulled about half of his cock out of my ass, which still left a good 4 inches or so in my slut hole. He was jacking the part of his shaft that was out of my hole, making sure to wring out the last drops of cum inside of me. He knew what I wanted, and I loved him for giving it to me. I was grateful for the chance to experience and drain his magnificent cock. I became aware again of the room I was in, and I saw that my bong buddy had returned. My most recent breeder left the room, and bong bud and I were alone, though the door remained open. "Did you see the size of that guy's cock fucking me? He shot a ton of cum in my ass. I can feel it in there still." "That was hot. I put your sign up in the bathroom. We'll see what comes of it" he said with a smile. "What did you write?" "Bottom-Slut loves all hard cock, Sling Room." Oh man. I couldn't believe that I was naked in the sling, ass open to anyone who cared to fuck me, at the baths, with a sign advertising my cum-dumpster services to anyone who cared to fuck me. I lay back in the sling, smoking a cigarette. My ass felt ready for more cock. My craving for cock and cum in my ass hadn't diminished despite the excellent fuck I'd just had. I was turned on by the thought that I could give my tops the gift of a good looking, uber-slutty bareback cum-dump asshole to use and abuse. I loved how much it turned me on to think of making so many cocks hard, then eventually draining the cum out of each one. I looked at the door and saw a guy looking in. I motioned for him to come in. "Hey guy. What's up?" He took several steps into the room. He was white, perhaps 55-60, with mostly grey hair, a large gut and lots of hair on his chest and legs (I'll call him polar bear). He had his towel wrapped around his waist, so I couldn't see his cock. "Saw your sign in the bathroom." "Great - did you come to get some ass for yourself?" I was reveling in my shameless pursuit of more cock. I had never been this outspoken when negotiating a hook-up. "That's the idea, buddy," he said, removing the towel from his waist. He had a cut dick, which was not hard at all. I motioned for him to come over so I could suck his cock. He positioned himself so I could lean over and suck his member into my mouth. Since it was soft, I could fit his entire cock in my mouth. I licked and sucked, a bit impatiently, as I waited for him to respond. I didn't have long to wait. He started growing harder and larger in my mouth. I was hoping that this guy was a �grower� who would turn out to be well hung when he was fully erect. My bong buddy spoke up. "Let me get some of that." He knelt down in front of my polar bear and started sucking him. That was fine by me. Bong buddy gave better head than I could, and my only objective was to get the guy hard enough to fuck me. "Have you ever used a penis pump?" Bong buddy asked the polar bear. "A couple of times." "I've got one here if you want me to use it on you so you can fuck my friend." The polar bear was hip to that. Bong buddy got him stuffed into the plastic cylinder and started pumping him up. I was impressed. Almost instantly polar bear's cock got much larger and harder. Nice veins started to bulge out of the shaft, and the head got large and purple. "Put this on when I take the cylinder off." Bong buddy had a cheap rubber cock ring for the bear, the ultra-stretchy kind. Finally it looked like I was about to get fucked. Polar bear was hard and ready to go, and had positioned himself between my legs. I reached down to squirt some lube on the head of his cock, then told him to go ahead. "Put it in slow, please, so I can enjoy each fraction of an inch as you stuff your cock up my ass." Polar bear followed my instructions, slowly sliding his cock further and further up my hole. "Do you like fucking my ass?" I couldn't help myself - I was bubbling over with exuberant sluttiness. I wanted him to know how wanton I was, how much of a slave to cock and cum. He didn't reply. He was intent on his fucking. Looking up in the mirrors on the ceiling, I could see his hard cock plunging into my ass. He fucked me with slow, steady strokes. While polar bear was fucking me, another guy came to the door. Bong buddy motioned him in. The new guy was maybe 25ish, white, with a slim build. He had a terrible complexion, lots of zits and acne scars. He had his towel wrapped around his waist. "Stick around, you're next." Even with a cock in my ass, I was already thinking about the next one. Polar bear was getting close to his orgasm. He was fucking me faster. I could tell that he was fucking for his pleasure now, not worried about me. He grunted as he got to his 'short strokes'. He slammed his cock deep into me and held it there, his hips bucking as he emptied his cum inside me. He pulled out as soon as he was done, mumbled a thanks and left. By this time, zits had taken off his towel. He was stroking himself, cock half-hard. Bong buddy moved between my legs and started eating my cum soaked asshole. I groaned and told him how good it felt. I asked him if he could taste all the cum in me. I motioned for zits to come closer so I could suck him. He stepped forward and put his cock in my mouth. He was cut and not huge. As I sucked him urgently to get him to full hardness, he was about 5-6 inches, not terribly thick. Not a great cock, but a hard cock, and that was good enough for me. "You want to fuck me?" He nodded. Bong buddy moved aside to make room. Zits started to fuck me, and right away I knew that this was not going to be one of my memorable fucks. He fucked me with short, jerkey strokes. He could definitely have used a lesson from some of the amazing tops I had previously enjoyed. I took a hit of my poppers. "I want your load in my ass, buddy." He didn't reply, but fucked me faster, grunting and groaning as he spilled into my ass. I'd say he lasted maybe two minutes from insertion to orgasm. He pulled out and left. ************************************************************ Thus ends this story as apparently written. As I said, I'll keep looking for a conclusion. Who knows? Maybe it's out there, or maybe someone will write one!

My normal everyday personal is this silly, jovial, dorky guy. I'm one of those guys who if you didn't know my sex life, you would never imagine how much of a pig I can be. I'd like to preface this by saying I don't have multi-personality disorder... or at least I dont think I do. But I just feel like i have two different people inside me. One guy is sweet, loving, romantic... A guy that wants to make love, and cuddle, and give sweet kisses and go on dates, long walks on the beach, etc etc. However, the other side of me is a pig vers/top that loves to fuck and breed a sweet ass of any age, anywhere, anyhow. Torturing a guys nipples, spanking him, pulling and slapping his balls to show dominance, leather play, watersports, etc etc. Just was wondering if anyone else ever feels inner conflict between both sides of personality... The need for love and affection versus the need for hot raunchy sex. Or if you have been able to incorporate both successfully.

Two weeks ago a couple asked me to join them at a swinger party. They knew I was gay, but they had a girl who wanted to go, so the couple thought it better if we went as two couples. I said "Why not?" and went. I think there were maybe 20 couples at the party. The girl with whom I attended left quickly to go and fuck some guy she had just met, which left me sitting there drinking a beer when, after a while, I was approached by a couple in their 30s. They asked if I was into a threesome. The guy, Sid, he added that wanted to try man-on-man sex and he had heard I was gay. The three of us went into one the bedrooms on the second floor. Since all we were wearing were towels, we quickly stripped naked. I started to suck on Sid while his wife played with my dick. Then Sid asked if I would take it up the ass. "Sure" was my reply, and I lay on my stomach. Then Sid mentioned he had no condoms, and he asked if I would I take him raw. When again I replied "Sure", in he went. He said he would not come inside but after a while he grunted and shot his load, after which the two of them left the bedroom. About then an older woman who had been watching us from the hallway came in. I imagine she was in her late 50s but in great shape, and she explained her husband was fucking some girl in another room and she was bored. We chatted for a minute or so, and then she asked if I would please fuck her. She sucked me and then climbed on top, explaining she wanted my bare dick in her pussy, adding that she wanted me to cum inside. She was a great and active fuck, and not surprisingly it wasn't long before I came in her pussy. She then sucked me clean and left. That was it for me, but it was a great night.

Any other guys experience a link between barebacking and being an exhibitionist? When I made the decision to only fuck bareback, I found myself becoming an exhibitionist at the same time. Even at the baths, I NEVER close my door when I fuck - prefer to fuck and breed guys on the fuck bench in the public area where other guys can watch. Love being videoed even if i have not control over where the vids end up. Fucking raw and being exhibitionist both feel liberating, so they kind of go together. Any other guys have this experience?

A willing Poz fella The guy had been messaging me for a while, you the type not to many details but was making suggestive playful messages of what he’d like to do with me. I was curious and after a few weeks told him to stop messaging me and get his fucking arse round. No contact well that’s that another timewaster. A month went past and I got the Hey message pop up it was the fella again, saying he couldn’t stop think about me fucking him and he asked me for a time to meet. Having deleted his mails I said stop it right there you send me a picture of your face body and arse before I’ll do anything. Next day this email arrived with attachments (his pictures) this fella was very early twenty’s at best, dark haired and very twinky, what surprised me has just how hairy he was for one so young (not my thing at all) anyway if he showed up I’d deal with that. Once again I explained that I was Poz and that I only fucked raw and that is exactly what he would get if he manned up and came round. Silence again…..then later he messaged me and said he was good with it. So I sent him my address and told him to be round first thing in the morning, still not expecting him to turn up. The next day I was awake early, logged on and he wasn’t on line, no show was running through my head….about 11am the door bell rang postman I thought WRONG John (name changed) had manned up… “Once you step in I’ll be owning your arse and you know what that means”, he nodded his head and stepped in. Right lets see I’m thinking closing and locking the door behind me, studying my prey about 5ft 8 no more than 130 pounds in the flesh not stunning looking but not bad either, “on your knees” lets see how obedient he is, straight down….. “right what do you want from me John”…. “Please can you teach me all about raw sex with men” John said quietly. Ok Stand up and follow me, I had him under my control now and not being a complete bastard I thought lets take this slow as I could see he was a little nervous, we sat in the kitchen for a while as I made coffee and I spoke to him about why he was doing this, turns out he wanted into porn but was getting knocked back because of his looks and lack of experience. What he was looking for from me was to sex him up teach him how to be the best cum hound he could be….. “OK John, think its time to see what we are working with and start your training” he seemed quit relaxed now. So we made are way to my fun room which was set up with a range of BDSM gear, Sling, ST Andrews Cross and a good range of toys, John surprised me by saying he was looking forward to seeing all of this, “it’ll be more fun when you become part of it….. “Strip” John was out of his clothes in a flash and dam was he a hairy little fucker…his cock was good 6 inches with a nice set of low hangers (Hairy!!!)….OK John I’m going to give you a new look, taking him by the hand and attaching him to the St Andrews Cross….First your going to lose the hair, first stage would be clippers then wet shave and finally hairy removal cream (which would smart a bit),his arm pits got it first, chest, legs leaving his back, sack and crack till last…Once I finished the first stage he looked mighty fine and I thought lets see how he takes to nipple clamps and boy did he howl J but he looked great, once he had calmed down I added some weight to stretch them explaining to him it would be easier when I gave him his nipple rings, this made him look frightened “remember John when you stepped in you knew the rule, I own your arse” Stage 2 Sack, back and crack the guy was now completely stripped of his hair, clearly he liked to look as I couldn’t stop looking at himself in the large mirror opposite, now the hair removal cream too really clean him off, I got it from the fridge so it was nice and cold to start with…I inserted a ball gag, he would need it then applied the cream knowing it would feel cold and then the burning would start…..5 minutes in he was bucking around, time to wash him off, now completely cleaned up I took some pictures….he was now fucking sexy but something was missing, I know a cock ring to start with. I got a thick silver one out and decided to give him a blow job at the same time, slipping the ring over his cock and ball made the blood flow through his cock which looked like it was ready to explode and I know from experience once I had eased his foreskin back that the head would become huge….ok time to get serious with him I stripped and he got to see my body for the first time, my cock which was of similar size was rock hard and being gym fit I knew he was lusting after me….I sank to my knees and gave him a blow job his pre cum was so sweet, with my lips I peeled his foreskin back and his cock head grow in my mouth, soon enough I was going down all the way on him and he erupted a thick wad of cum into my mouth which I deposited into a small bowl for later…removing his ball gag I said how was that….. “fuck I love it” he said. Giving him a minute I released him and went and got some drinks. I return to find him checking himself out in the mirror… “like it” I said “sure do” ok time for you to get fucked up I think, taking him to the padded saw horse I attached him face down and butt up. Moving round I said you have a choice of lube I can use a bit of spit to open you up with or I can use your cum from earlier, would you like cum or spit…. “cum please” good choice. Right open your mouth make my cock good and wet…he gagged at first but soon got the hang of it….this guy was worth the wait, taking my cock out I moved round to the object soon to be my conquest his puckered hairless hole, I rimmed him for a while until I could wait any longer, applying his cum to the head of my cock and his hole I pushed hard until his spinster opened up and my head popped in, holding it there until he became use to it I said how does it feel “fuck so good, I want it all” “you want my POZ seed in you don’t you” “YES please breed me, Poz me up” before he finished I pushed hard and went balls deep and slowly fucked him for a while…dam he was dry so pulling out I decided to use the rest of his cum and wank another load out of him which took no time at all. I used two fingers to open him up again and pored his cum in his hole. Quickly moving in I pushed balls deep in one hard thrust, his cum in his hole felt so good, this time I rammed him so hard I knew I has hitting his prostrate as he blow another load, this guy could cum for England, it didn’t take to much longer for my balls to start to tighten but I didn’t want it yet! So I pulled out noticing the small trail of blood on my cock, that’s good my bug would ease into his blood stream for sure. Getting my tightest cock ring on the head of my cock now fully swollen I pushed back in the hot hole he screamed “Fuck that feels so fucking thick” picking up the pace I said tell me what you want John “breed me, POZ me up, breed me deep” that was it no stopping now my cum made its way to the head of my cock and one final deep push released its poison seed deep into his fuck shoot “arhh fuck yes take my poison seed you little cumslut”, my cock was spitting cum long and hard in this fresh guys hole and he was loving it…. To be continued

I’m one of those bisexuals who has a lust for cock, but a strong dislike for (gay) affection. A man can shove his cock up my ass, but a kiss or cuddle is too intimate. Kissing is only for girls. I try to avoid the romance by going to cruising areas like parks, adult bookstores or a bathhouse, but even there some men really want to kiss. But I don’t go to those places for romance, I just want sex. I want to wrap my lips around a dick not around a tongue, and I have no problem if a guy wants to stick his tongue in my butthole, but not in my mouth. Still, I’m pretty shy and have some trouble saying no. Sometimes I just don’t get rid of people. In the bathhouse there was this guy who really fancied me. I don’t know his name, but I always saw him as a Mike. He wasn’t my type, I’m a daddy’s boy but he was a fit 40-something. Bald head, really long nipples, a very big cock with a metal cockring. I thought of him as the typical gay guy who loved leather and jockstraps, but for what ever reason, not the kind who interests me. Even if I wasn't particularly interested, once Mike caught me in the steam room he gave me a great blowjob and when he started touching my ass I really liked it. And his cock was pretty, albeit a bit too big for me, especially since I’m a small guy and I had trouble sucking on it. Yeah, I sucked his cock even if he wasn't my type. Sometimes a good cock will get you far too, hehe. Anyhow, after a half hour of sucking, he asked me if I wanted to go upstairs to a private cabin. When men ask this I usually say no. I love gaysex when I’m horny, but after I cum I lose my lust and want to leave the gayscene as quick as possible. Getting in a room results usually in an orgasm and I wanted to delay this. I want to cum 15 minutes before I want to leave and I wasn’t ready to leave yet. I tried to evade Mike by leaving the steam room and hopping in the shower, but that didn’t work as he followed me into the shower, taking the showerhead next to mine. Then, when I found myself turned towards the wall to rinse off the soap, I found Mike playing with my ass, including prodding my buttocks with his thick cock. I’m a safesex guy, so entry without a rubber is a 'no go', but the sensation of his bare cock between my ass felt great, and seemingly involuntarily I pushed my ass a bit back, accommodating his tool. He wanted to fuck me right there and then. However he kept missing my hole when he started poking. Ever had someone like that? It hurts when the guy stabs you the wrong way, so I took a hold of his cock and placed it before my asshole. What was I thinking? I practically gave him permission to bareback me. His fat cockhead finally slipped past my rectum. He tried to push some more of his fuckmeat in my bowels but it hurt too much. That and I was well aware of the unsafe practice I was doing. I whined that it hurt and I stood up straight and his cock slid out my ass. I apologized and quickly walked away, but my cock was raging hard. Not only did his raw cock feel great, somehow I found myself thinking barebacking, which I had deliberately avoided was hot and nasty. And it was dangerous so I would never do that again. Mike thought otherwise. He knew he had me. I think gay men know everybody likes raw cock. Especially those who say they don’t yet allow a few pumps. I tried to avoid Mike the best I could, however the bathhouse was really small. There are only two floors, the first floor has the steamroom and a dry sauna, the second floor was half a videoroom and half a darkroom with private cabins. Since I was still cruising Mike found me again when I was watching a couple on the public mattress in the darkroom. He wanted me to lay down there too, but I didn’t want too. Again he suggested we move to a private cabin, and this time I caved, justifying myself by thinking if I didn't play with him, he he would stalk me for the rest of the evening. In the room I lay down and he started sucking my cock and rimming my ass. His stubble felt great between my cheeks. He pushed my knees towards my chest so he had a great view of my puckered hole. “What about condoms?” I asked naïvely. "We don't need 'em," he commented, adding "besides, I'm not really gonna fuck you." I felt his cockhead rubbing against my ass, my own cock was rock hard so I believed him, or in any event decided I would allow him to slip into my ass a little bit and for just a few pumps. No cum for my hole. My saliva coated bumhole opened greedily for his prick. The first few inches of his massive fucker penetrated me with some ease, but the rest still hurt like hell. Pain and fear wanted to stop the fuck but Mike wasn’t ready to give up his fuckhole. I started wiggling my ass, but Mike had none of that. He pushed my legs even further towards my chest. I was leaning on my shoulders with my ass up the air so I had no control whatsoever. I was in the hands of Mike who wanted to breed me. My asshole felt sore but Mike relentlessly tried to push his whole cock up my ass. I tried to plead with him that we should use condoms but he responded "Just a little more.” I don’t know how many inches felt the warmth of my bowels, but I do know it wasn’t his whole dick. He finally pulled his cock out and my asshole felt relieved of the fat invader. Mike spat on my red hole and shoved his fucker right back in. It was like he was purposely trying to rupture the tender tissue. Suddenly he let go of my left leg. Since my awkward position I couldn’t see what he was doing. He was doing something to my ass or something with his cock. After that he pulled his cock out of my ass again and let my other leg go too. I immediately felt my sore ass. It was slippery and I checked if I wasn’t bleeding. There was no blood so I thought it was saliva. It puzzled me Mike just stopped trying to fuck me, like he was finished. Did he cum in my ass anyway? According to all the sexstories on the internet you should feel someone cumming inside your ass. It’s always described as jets of warm sperm that the bottoms feels being blasted inside him. I didn’t feel anything. However when I stood up there was a mysterious droplet trailing from my butt down my leg. Six months later I was again in the bathhouse, getting fucked by some guy in the darkroom and after he was done was replaced by some guy. Another man came and stood next to me in the darkness, and no sooner had the top blown and withdrawn than the second guy slid his middle finger up my hole, playing with the several cumloads which were marinating in my bowels. “You have a different attitude since we last met” he said. Only then I realized it was Mike. “I presume you got my gift." I looked at him. Yeah, I had indeed gotten his gift. He understood my silence, and asked “So, you like it?" I didn’t say anything back, instead kissed him passionately, enveloping his tongue with mine.

Not sure but pretty sure.... Let me just say I am sure he unloaded in me, just not sure he is POZ! I was in Raleigh on business, after dinner with co-workers and 4 crown and diets I headed to my hotel room to scope out some fun..after all I was outta town and what the wife don't know won't hurt her. I grab my IPAD, lube and poppers and begin surfing BBRT and A4A for a hook up. Chatted with a few guys nothing promising when I get hit up by a BBC Top into uninhibited play. Now I RARELY hook up with anyone bare and especially not on the first time. And I let him know that from the beginning. I am a power bottom and would work that cock with my ass so good but preferred to be wrapped. Told him I was married and didn't want to take anything home to the Mrs. He again assured me he was NEG and married too but loved raw sex with other married guys be cuz we all were trying to stay NEG. Reluctantly he agreed to wrap it up, I gave him my hotel and room number and proceeded to prep for his arrival. As promised, I would be ass up, face down with my poppers handy, he said he would bring some maximum impact as it usually helped guys take his big cock, so there I waited, as prelubed with my own lube so I knew it was condom safe, provided the condo she laying on the night stand (again to know their quality...have read to many stealth stories to not prepare). The room was dark and I had just taken a hit of my poppers as I stroked my lubed cock when the shadows changed a light from the hall came and went. I heard the latch and inhaled again deeply on my rush. I heard his belt and pants hit the floor as a finger traced my ass crack to my balls and my hard cock. Mmmmmmm he moans and I feel his face between my cheeks as he proceeds to suck and chew and tongue my manhole. He was so good and all the while he is milking my cock. He asks " are u ready" as he stands and presses his big mushroom head against my hole....I reach back to stroke it to get an idea of about what I will be taking...he is leaking precum and is a jive 7 inches and thick. while stroking him, I look back I can see in the shadows he is dark skinned and sexy...my weakness, and what a nice cock.... he says let me loosen you up and edges his pole back at my manhole. I move forward and feel two fingers easily slide in my quivering lubed hole.... I push back and begin fucking his hand as he slides in a third he says " U are a hungry boy" let me give you what u want".... I say wrap it up and fuck me..I hear the spray of aerosol on a washcloth ...he leans over me, re insets all 3 fingers as he holds the washcloth to my mouth I deeply inhale and whispers in my ear ..I want you bare , as the maximum impact hits me he says u ride me so you are in control, pull off when u need to. In my high ans ecstasy as he really works my prostate with his fingers I say ok....all the while thinking what am I doing.... i move over on the bed, grab my poppers as he lies down....his cock is soooo hard and I can't help but lick and suck the precum from that glowing head...he says "use these it will help you take it" and hands me the maximum impact and washcloth. I prepare the cloth as I straddle him, take it in my mouth and breathe deeper than I ever have and hold.....he places the head at my ass I grab his cock with my left hand to guide it in and slowly impale myself in his black fuckstick.working it deeper and deeper, I am glad I pre-lubed...until I feel his balls against my hole...he reaches up and pulls me down to kiss me as I start to ride his cock, he is meeting me half way to really hit me deep...he tells me "hit them again" so I load up the wash cloth again and breath deeper still...in ecstasy as I notice him picking up speed fucking me from the bottom. I am so high I barely know what is going on when I feel his arms come under mine and up until he is cupping my shoulders holding me down as he thrusts up....I feel him swelling inside my hole and try to pull off...he pulls me back down i use my legs to push my self off as his cock is spurting once then again with hot cum falling back down to his dark hairless belly....I am off balance so I fall back on top of him he pulls me in and kisses me...I am pissed but so fuckin turned on because his cock felt so good, I reached back to feel my hole, yep he got some in, I was gaped and dripping...he scoops up some of his cum and begins stroking my cock....my head is spinning...I need to cum but I am pissed...it feels so good.....I take over stroking my rock hard cock as he hits my bottle of rush....he holds it up to my nose, I say no, no more ...he says dude relax I told u I am NEG....I give in and hit the rush again huff it with my mouth and really get a good high....the combination of being so horned up and so angry has me going ...he scoops up more of his cum and I think he wants to stroke me with it, I feel 2 fingers at my hole...he is using for lube to fingers my hole, as if the cum he shot in me wasn't enough....I am so high I don't even notice....he has 3 fingers in me deep and finger fucking me roughly.....I tense up and shoot a huge load that he vigorously sucks down his throat..... i roll off of him with my head spinning and my hole a little sorer that I thought I would be....he gets dressed, leans down and sucks the last drop of cum from my cock and comes up, kisses my mouth with my cum...no says " I hope you got what you wanted tonight" and walked out. admittedly now I am real fuckin nervous, I go to the bathroom to clean up...I sit on the toilet and push out hard...he got more than one spurts in me....and it was pink....red when I wiped.....and thought " what did he mean get what I wanted"?? i relooked at his profile, it says NEG...but he wouldn't answer my follow up texts. Let's just say, I am a little nervous.

I was again at my favourite leather ckub on Wednesday in leather chaps and leather waistcoats. At the first I fucked a furry guy that every time we see us, he says me want to be my BF and my slut. After a man ask me if I would suck him. I told him that I suck only cut cocks and he took out from his pants his beautiful cut cock. I started immediatly to suck it till he flowed and awash my mouth with a generous load. Obviously I licked clean and eat till the last drop. I'M ALWAYS HUNGRY ABOUT CUT COCKS. Behind me there was a guy touching my ass the all time I sucked that. When the man left the guy if he could fuck and fill my hairy hole on a sling. One minute later I was ready on the sling to be fucked and filled. Just few minutes later some people were around the sling jerking and waiting to fuck me. A tall guy that knows me, came to me started to suck my cock and put his big cut cock into my mouth and I sucked it till he said "I'm cuming eat it all like always slut!" Obviously I sucked and licked longer after he came. He likes to see with how much devotion and passion and I suck clean his cut cock every time he shoot in my mouth. At the end I got two loads in my mouth fromtwo cut cocks and five people fucked and filled me on the sling. Before to leave the furry guy came to me and said "I saw you on the sling slut!" He put two fingers into my ass and then in his mouth. He said "It's full!" I told him I've got five loads. He said " Great! You need to get mine now". So I got one load into my ass. When he took out his cock from my ass he squeezed to make it clean with his hand and the he licked all. WOOF! I left the place and when at home I was horny thinking how much I like to be a pubblic slut who takes and keeps load inside. So, I sTarTed to sTreTch my hole with a big plug for hours and I really enjoyed. -The pic is about my hole after the five loads on the sling-

You made me shiver as I read this

By: copjock http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Excerpt-from-20-minute-plowing-28783291 Excerpt from 20 minute plowing This guy can fuck for hours. He has taken on my partner and myself multiple times. Nice big cock. My partner (the cameraman) can be heard cumming at one point. Nice shot of cum running from my hole. I never got hard, but he fucked the cum out of me none the less.

your saliva gaping drooling tongue wagging snot + spit in our face teeth closing as sperm canon roars bursts

I've fallen in love with Albolene.

You can buy lube shooters, basically kind of a syringe caulking gun at some sex stores that cater to sisters or just buy the small tube and squeeze all of it into your hole

Good advice. I'm for exploring. How else are you gonna know if you like something or not? I don't think it's for me though. I know I've never fucked another guy without lube and probably wouldn't want to try just because even though I'm Vers I'm more often a bottom(both are nice though) and I've had guys try to figure me right away during make out sessions or foreplay and I'm not into it. It just hurts to me. I was the top in my last relationship-God I hate that word-and my ex always wanted to finger me when we'd make out or while he's going down on me and don't get me wrong, that'd be nice...with a lil lube or spit or precum...but he'd just wiggle on in there dry as a bone and then get pissed when I'd tell him to stop cause he's hurting me. We talked openly about our sex life and I always told him don't do that without at least some spit or precum...might kill the mood to go grab some lube just for that. I love being fingered, especially when my guys giving me head. Hello! Two for one...prostate and dick! But he never listened. It's ironic too because I've never seen a guy in my life dribble as much precum as he did! I'm not joking. We could just be making out (and I know I'm a good kisser and have a nice talented tongue) but within minutes sometimes the entire front of his boxers would look like he pissed himself...except it's precum. I'm ok with that though. Especially when your going down on someone the precum is always the sweetest tasting part. But to have the discussion over n over and him to be leaking precum all around the apartment bc he's so turned on n we're walking to the bedroom and he could never stop to scoop some up to lube my hole? And we fucked bareback too so that wasn't the issue. Idk. He was an asshole. Anyway, went on an ex tangent there but I have a point. He wasn't the only guy who would try that and inevitably I'd have to tell em add some spit or here's the lube or use some cum. But it's almost like the guys I've been with think it's natural to be all wet in the ass or something. I mean, I live in Florida and we're famous for our bad humidity but Damn! I even would try on my own when jerking off or even not I'd try to go slow and finger my own hole without lube and I'd try to get into it or make it work and it just hurt too much! I need lube. But everybody's different though. Good for you if you can fuck without it. I'd probably never walk again...Lmfao.

I met this hot guy last week and he did everything I wanted he got slapped punched drank my piss, choke on my dick and he wanted more one thing I don't understand is that he wanted to be treated like garbage, while to me he is the exact opposite. anyone can give a punch but it takes a hell of a guy to be able to take it like he did, so as it was destroying him I kept telling him how amazed I was that to be able to take all my violent out of him, which made him cry, and of course I fed on his tears but man not enough of these guys around here

All i know is i started loving perving out with men when i was 8 and by the time i was ten i was begging them to fuck me and bring friends....gangbangs and cruising areas by 14

Next I'll have bunched together a few things from the last two nights (fun all around) Monday afternoon I had plans to meet up with a guy I knew from a few years back. He, fucked me once with condom, and had a nice body and above average cock. We end up getting together at my place since he has a husband (everyone's in a relationship but me LOL) and wants me to fuck him. When we've chatted, there's been no mention of condoms etc. but his profile mentions PrEP. I know that doesn't always mean anything as I've played with some PrEP guys that only play with condoms. We get it on, suck each other off, 69, rim each other and explore every bit of our bodies. He says something about grabbing his lube, and goes to grab a bottle of lube (no condoms mentioned). When he comes back he lubes my ass and his cock and slides right in BB. Wait wasn't I supposed to top?!? Of course we play the flip fuck game for the next hour, and he finally loads me up. He can't take my cock after so I blow my load all over his chest. He then tells me that's the first time he's topped without a condom, and that it was an intense orgasm. Knowing he's into Tantric sex I know it was intense. Monday night I hit up a guy on BBRT who looks promising and right away he tells me to text him. I don't normally do that right away, but I pulled out my backup phone and gave him my info. Turns out he and another top want to play and they've been playing all day. Of course, I'm thinking these guys must be partying, but what the hell I'm horny and maybe they aren't. The second guys profile also looks good and I'm out the door. I get there and the second guy opens the door naked. We start to play and the first guy barely can get hard (damn totally partying and that's not my thing). I'm told to work on second guys cock, and he gets hard no problem and has a great cock. While I'm sucking him the first guy that's strung out jacks a bit and eventually slides in a disappointing small, semi hard cock and pretends to fuck me a bit. Well, fortunately the second guy didn't have that problem, his big fattie got hard easily, and he fucks me for a good fifteen minutes before admitting he's not going to come. I decide to leave, and the second guy says he wants to meet up again. I will definitely not hook up again with the first of these two guys, we shall see on the second guy since he seemed to be more my type. Even later on Monday, a guy I've been chatting with on Scruff & Adam hits me up. He's safe only, but he convinces me to come over. He has a great cock, uncut, latino and at least 8". As expected he uses a condom to fuck me, but not as expected he wants me to flip. I'll have to work on him to get him to go bare. The good news is he doesn't like to rim, so I can get some vaseline up there without him knowing. That brings me to last night. I wake up in the morning to a text from my twinkie latin fuckbud. He likes to get fucked by me and he wants some that night. When he gets here, he likes an anon scene, you know where the bottom walks in on the top "sleeping." Well this time after he gets me nice and hard he starts to play with my ass a bit. He decides he wants to fuck me so slides in raw. He had alluded to that earlier, but said he'd probably come too fast if he did. Well he didn't cum too fast and did a pretty decent job for someone I thought was total bottom. We flip and I slide my fat dick in him and pound his ass. I ask him if he wants to nut in my ass, and he nods his head. I know I can take his cock easily after I cum, but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to top him after he came if I wasn't already in. My cock nice n thick, his ass clamps down like a vice grip when he cums. I speed up and focus on shooting quickly, which I don't. Takes me longer than I expect. When I'm done, I get on all fours and he slides in me. This time it doesn't take him long, he blows after a couple minutes. A young twinks. Finally, this guy that I've chatted with on and off over the years agrees to cum over to fuck. He's another safer only guys. I'm going to be ass up waiting for him, so I neglect to put condoms out. On his arrival he starts to make out, rim my ass, tease my hole etc. and all seems to go to plan. He then asks where the condoms are. Well, fortunately I have one or two prepped condoms and make sure that's what he grabs. He rubbers up and then starts to fuck me. I feel it pop on the first stroke, but he either doesn't notice or doesn't care. I do a couple condom checks throughout the fuck, and I can't tell if the condom has bunched or the pop I felt was in a place that the condom didn't roll down. Maybe it wasn't a break after all, hmm... He fucks me like this for at least half an hour. On my 4th or 5th condom check I feel something sticky on my hand when I pull it away and I notice that the tip of the condom is in my hand with lube. About 10 minutes later he pulls out (he did this a few times throughout the fuck, thinking he was edging) and says he needs another condom. Took him long enough to notice! He reaches to where the condoms are and I do nothing. I don't hear the sound of a wrapper at all. He starts to rub his dick on my ass. This turns to a 'just the tip' moment, followed shortly by going balls deep. I don't do any condom fucks this time, and he tells me he takes a long time to cum if at all. Another 20 minutes of fucking and he wants me to sit on his cock, I look and definitely no rubber. I ride him a bit until he cums and he heads out. I look at the clock and realize he was in my ass almost an hour and half. The entire time he was bare. Sorry it's long , I know it's not all loads, and I know it's more than just my last. Seeing how fun my last few days was I really wanted to share since you guys get it!

Fuck...woke up at 2 AM....in the middle of a huge night sweat/hot flash. First tangible result of castration. WOW.

Pozzing a fellow BZ member tomorrow night. Wish us luck.

looking to be bred 4 xmas x

This chapter is dedicated to a very hot lad on here ... you know who you are CHAPTER 7: The Sex Party - Part 2 As Mark fucks me, I can feel my sweat, I feel it in my pits and I feel it in the small of my back. One of the best parts of this experience, though, is that I can also smell most of the other guys in the room – man smells make crazy. Besides that there’s this wondrous sensation of a bare cock sliding back and forth, scraping across my anal ring, like a dull hacksaw being dragged across hot butter. Even with the shadowy lighting my senses are on overload. There are sites available to me, the shadows, the men, the smells and sounds of fucking. Seeing Mike getting bred and then ultimately taking poz cock myself, I feel as though all of my rational thoughts are gone and I’m being completely satiated now by my inner pig. At this point – I almost can’t believe what’s happening with my hormones – I’m eagerly pushing back on Mark’s cock in an attempt to show him how much I want my ass full of his poz cum. My dick is aching in this fucking evil cock cage. I will say this though, it’s making me focus more and more on my ass than my cock; it’s making me feel like a true bottom pig. I remember Chris telling me, “True bottom pigs always end up poz”, but the irony that some cheap, plastic sex toy might be the end of me, much faster than any strain of HIV, is not lost on me right now. “Uhhhhhh… uhhhhh… fuck that’s good”, he groans as he’s fucking me. My raging hormones and need for sperm are the only things in charge right now, "I WANT YOUR POZ CUM MARK! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! Ohhhhhhhh….", he pauses for only a moment, “Turn over”. He pulls out and I flip over, legs up, and he’s right back at it, “Wanna see your face … when I cum”. Mark picks up his pace, banging me harder, “Fuck yea… oh fuck, oh fuck … gonna breed that ass … fuck, you feel so fucking good”. “Give me that fucking poz load Mark … breed me deep, … give it to me”, that almost sends him over the cliff, and the pounding of my hole becomes fast and furious. "You’re so fucking hot and twisted, I fucking love it when bottoms beg me for my poz load. Love that you wanna take it ... you’re about to get it sexy”. "Fuck yeah! FUCK! Ahhhhhh… ahhhhh…. Oh yeah! Poz my hole Mark! POZ MY FUCKING HOLE!", I’m nearly shouting, I kinda hope Mike hears me. He lunges forward viciously, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…….. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..”, and his raw cock starts to spasm, “OH Fuck! FUCK! … take my poz load”, “FUCK YEA!”; Mark is holding me tight and I know he’s squirting poz cum deep in my ass the same way Chris does. I want him to see that I acquiesced about my decision to take poz loads; I reach around to his ass and try to pull him in deeper as that weapon of his is unloading. “So fucking hot Mark”, I kiss him, I need him to know how much I need that seed in me. He removes his tongue from my mouth, “Fuck yea it was”, and then just as quickly he stands back, and my ass is empty except for the first poz load of the night. I don’t want to move, but I’m curious, so I do a quick half twist to check in on Mike and Jacob. The tops fucking Mike and Jacob are both in a rhythm, piston fucking them … I know it won’t be long before they each of them gets another positive load. It seems like only a few seconds go by when I feel hands on my ass and turn back around … it’s the hot top guy from BBRT I want. “I’m Trevor”, he’s says in an unassuming English accent, I melt. He feels me up and moves my legs so he can lap at Mark’s cum in my hole. He’s young and slim and looks so hot down there servicing me. This goes on for a while with me bending up and feeling his head, the sides of his face, his glasses. His tongue feels so good sliding and lapping at my hole, but it’s making my cock red and angry and it “FUCKING HURTS!” I try to relax my cock and focus entirely on the sensations in my ass. Trevor stops for a moment and climbs up on top of me, face-to-face, “Gonna breed you poz mate”, as he’s saying this I can feel his precum and the cold metal of his cock piercing rubbing against my balls and in the crack of my ass. We get a good look at each other, he’s 30, slim, dark brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. With him lying on top of me I can’t see his cock, but I remember from the profile that hot, uncut, 4mm pierced cock swinging between his legs, “I want it”. That’s when I hear the sounds of another top unloading and I can’t help but wonder if it’s Mike or Jacob getting the load. Mark returns and comes around to my side of the bed, he bends down and he’s close enough so he can speak softly in my ear, “Your bud over there is so hot, he’s taking poz loads like a champ, … he might leave here infected”, I have to ask, “How you got it right?” He nods and continues, “First guy that fucked him, been poz ‘bout 5 years or so now”, “Fuck”, “And Jacob took the host’s cum, he’s resistant to Truvada, pretty sure that’s who tagged me”. I’m not sure what all that means but between Mark’s words, and the cute guy lying on top of me, a steady flow of precum is draining from my soft cock. I feel like such a cum slut and I know I need another poz load inside me. I look over and a 3rd top is taking his place behind Mike’s ass and begins working his cock into him. “Ahhhh… ahhhhh… ahhhhh’ … I hear Mike moaning, maybe he’s a little sore after those first two guys worked him over. Top #2 fucking Jacob is groaning I know he’s gotta be close. I move my head to try and kiss my sexy new top friend, but he moves his head towards me, “Which one’s your mate?”, “One on the left”, “Nice”. Then he finally kisses me, “Let’s move, I wanna breed you in front of him”, “He’s gotta blindfold on”, “Doesn’t matter … c’mon”. He helps me up and we walk around the fuck benches to one of the other beds. The room is dimly lit but as we’re walking I can see Steven and then Alec, both of them being fucked. As we pass Mike the top fucking Jacob begins to groan, “Ahhhhhhhh…. Ahhhhhhhh… oh FUCK! FUUUUUUUUUCK!”, and I know he’s adding a load of unmedicated poz cum to what the host already dumped in there. I think, “Oh fuck … Jacob and I both got a load that’s resistant to Truvada – bet he doesn’t even know”. “FUCK YEA! FUCK! POZ MY ASS!”, Jacob is begging for that second load. I guess both of them fully expect to be infected when it’s all said and done. “FUCKKKKKK!!! OWWWWW! FUCK!”, I see a 3rd top, big hairy chest, with a decent sized, thick cock and a beard line up and slam right into Jacob’s ass. The top fucking Mike is giving him nice even consistent strokes. Now that I can see his chest I notice a red biohazard tattoo around his left nipple, and that ominous glowing red band on his wrist. In front of both of each of them, on the floor, are 2 glowing red bands; seems the tops are shedding them after dropping their load. I wonder what Mark did with his? I do a quick check and sure enough Trevor’s wrist is glowing red – every top must be poz. He guides me to the bed and positions me on all fours, not quite face-to-face, but nearly facing Mike. I know Mike can’t see me, but I also know, he’s going to hear every dirty, filthy, fucking thing that comes out of my mouth as Trevor makes good on his promise to poz my ass. I feel hands, then lube then bare cock, his piercing is kind of cold but he pushes firmly and that uncut English cock slides through my ring and disappears into me; I feel the warmth again. He pushes himself in further and now I really feel him, I’ve never had a pierced cock inside me, “OH fuck … I love this”, bubbles out of me. I see Mike’s head move a bit like he hears me, but I’m not sure if it’s from my words or the top guy banging his ass. That’s when I feel Trevor’s sac touching my ass and he leans down, “Not on meds either mate, hope you’re gettin’ what you want”, “OH FUCK!”, escapes me combined with a moan. “Beg for my poz load mate … beg for it”, I feel him holding steady, waiting to hear my affirmation. I squeeze my ass muscles on his cock to signal my intentions, “Yes … FUCK YES! Breed me! FUCK ME!”, I hear a soft “Fuck yea” from him. I slowly rock my hips back and forth getting his engorged cock moving out to the tip before pushing all the way back so he’s completely buried in me, then back again. “Want that poz cum, Trev”, that turns him on and he slams his cock down on that instroke, “oh goooood …. Ahhhhhh … ahhhhhh”, I moan under my breath. I think Mike realizes it’s me this time though, because suddenly he’s more verbal, “Give me that poz load man … fuck me full, poz my ass”, over and over again. It’s so dirty and fucked up but it’s turning me on, “Owwwww… owwwwww… fuck that hurts!!”, and I see an almost evil grin take over Mike’s face. I blurt out, “Oh fuck yeah … give me that poz load Trev!”, Mike responds, “Yeah … FUCK YEA! FUCK YES! SO HOT! TAKING POZ LOADS!” Now I know he knows it’s me. He pushes harder against me, leaning over my back, I feel his sweat on my back, “Ready for that poz load?”, “Yeah … yeah”, “Ready for that poz load?”, he asks again. Instead of waiting for my answer, he just leans back up, and at this point he starts rabbit fucking me. He’s pressing down on my ass, going in and out in fast, quick strokes, the kind that will cause almost any top to lose his load. “He’s unmedicated”, I think, he must want to see me poz, “Fucking give it to me Trev … Give me that poz load!”. “FUCK YEA!”, I can hear Mike as if he’s speaking directly to me. Pre-cum is boiling out of me and going all over the place. Trevor is fucking me solid, I might not be hard, but I’m making a huge mess on this bed. "Oh yea, fuck me!" I moan, as his hard cock pushes and pulls from the quick jabs against my ass lips. Between those fast jabs he’s giving me, and a few solid thrusts mixed in, I can really feel his piercing. Right now he’s so far up my ass I think I might end up tasting his load when that thing goes off. His heavy balls smack again and again against my ass cheeks with a wet “(smack)” from each thrust. I don’t know how long it’s been since that gun last unloaded, but his nuts feel wet and heavy. His fucking is so intent; I have no doubt you can see it on his face, as if he’s concentrating on his performance. All I can do is pant and try to breathe, as he fucks that hot English cock into me. I feel his cock begin to swell even larger, as his balls work hard to fill me with large squirts of his deadly white, male seed. I know it’s insane, but I want this so bad, “POZ ME! Breed my ass Trev!”. “OHHHHHH … OHHH FUCK ... I’m close … ‘bout to cum … ‘bout to cum”, he says as his cock starts spewing his toxic load into me. I instantly feel the warmth of his poz swimmers painting the inside of my ass, as he fills me with an unmedicated poz spunk; my second unmedicated load ever. "OH FUCK YEA!!! FUCK!!!", he nearly screams as he dumps his load in me. I keep grinding my hips into him, wanting that cock to fill every inch of me with his bug, even when his hips stopped gyrating, and his cock seems spent. I love the feeling of his massive cock just resting there inside me. He leans down and lays nearly on top of me again, “So hot mate … you got my unmedicated load now”, and I know Mike can hear him saying this by the look on his face. I feel like everyone is watching us have our little moment, but I know everyone is actually busy fucking or being fucked; I’m pretty sure Mike knows what just happened, though. When Trevor slides out of me, I think, “I hope he fucked Mark’s cum in deep”, the words, “SO hot”, coming out of my mouth. “Fuck yea mate… love that hot ass”, his accent driving me wild every time he speaks. He moves around to the front of the bed, “Looks like you earned another one”, showing me his red wrist band as he walks off. I look over and two different men are fucking Mike and Jacob. I didn’t think Trevor fucked me for that long, but there are now 5 wrist bands in front of Mike and 4 in front of Jacob. I’m not sure how I missed all the action, but these guys have obviously been busy.

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

Wrecked holes also provide an additional challenge. It makes me fuck the slut harder, making sure he feels my dick in his loose hole. I enjoy when i see i can still pound a wrecked hole hard enough to make the slut moan/shouut/beg

want a slave going full blown? want to possess a male object? Wish you choose me! I love AIDS, STDs, ifection sex. I crave AIDS. I want to get full blown, deathly sick, demented, trashed and waste away. Nothing beats the power and pleasure in wasting away, showing. lesions and sores, scabby dick and pus dripping slimey on, around and out of ervery hole! Fuck flues even get me hornier! Every flu proves, confirms and honors wasting goes ahead. Feeling my body slowly fail is very euphoric to me. I had worshipped going through 4 or 5 fuck flues Proud poz, not on meds since january 2013 and damn proud of. last check in august 2013: 170,000 vl, 130 T cells, Hep C type 2. But damn, I develop too slow! Love AIDS, resistant, full-blown strains. Make me die like a true proud AIDS pig. Just have a total blast getting extremely sick all the time I ONLY feel pride and satisfaction being object of ownership - a lowlife creature, existing to hail, praise and worship Master’s total immoral sickness and perversion. Made for MALE SUPERIORS sublime comfort, welfare, well-being, rage, rape, brutality, ill wantings of using, overusing or abusing for their sake, disposal, command and availability. Hail Male Superiority and Supremacy always, forever, whenever, however. Hail my Owner and Master This white trash junkie freak is destined and ready to obey Owner's rules, to function in every second of its being cherishing Master’s Power – aware of being Master’s worthless out of rights, will and mind. … exposed, sold, cheap and proud piece of superior leaders manly releases eater. I shortly figured out clearly and finally committed about my life’s meaning and destiny: This submissive mind needs to hand over his life ONLY to a true Destructive EVIL PERV MASTER and Alpha Top Sir who wants a slave going full blown. A superior male power master that understands a slut's lust-craving, filthy, diseased and fucked up nature of destruction - seeking its death with providing every master's order. Please try me! wish we were closer ... do you have plans visiting/travelling berlin? Yours willing servant, PIECE OF DEMENTED FAGGOT, getting it terminal and beyond with AIDS, becoming one of your Sleaziest dirtiest pozfilthpigs ever, exposing in public fukkin, sewer sex … Aka CumGutterToxicShitJunkingSlutPig

My first time was with my older brother. I was 10 and he was 13 and I caught him jerking off and he told me about blowjobs and I sucked my first dick that day. We did that every day for a few months before we started fucking. We still fuck a few times a week. I think he started my love for cock and cum.

My dad always said it was important for a boys dad to teach him about his body....and he did.

Wed night I got to breed a hot, visiting, muscled cumdump. When I got to his room, there were already five other men in their. A bud of mine was fucking the bottom, and when I came to the room, he fluffed me to full hardness so I could fuck the cumdump. What a hole he had. It was fantastic. I dumped my load and left. I emailed the next day and he told me he had taken 28 loads. Same bud who fluffed me Wed texted me today and told me the same cumdump was taking loads this am. Again, my bud fluffed me when I got there, and I got to flood the cumdump.

Part 3 After his experience with the hot suited Man, Clay decided to do some searching on craigslist. Among his top favorite searches were posts from married men who worked in the city and wanted some discreet no strings attached head before heading home to New Jersey and Scarsdale. The aching feeling he got having these businessmen come to his door, Feed him their dick, bust a nut and leave always left him wanting more. And of course there were a number of close calls with his straight roommate walking in, which often made Clay cum in his shorts. However, after a while this routine seemed to feel dull. While he loved giving head, and especially loved tapping into his dirty side, he knew he wanted to take it further. He often fantasized about letting all of his inhibitions down and getting tagteamed by a pair, or even better a group of masculine dominant guys who would take him to places he had never gone before. He had always wanted a guy to fuck him raw and cum in his butt but he was far too nervous to ask for it. Sure he loved to swallow, but it wasn't the same thing. This feeling nagged at him for months until one night... It was 3 AM and his roommate was out of town for a few weeks visiting friends on the West Coast. Clay was up late and had had a pretty rough week. Unable to sleep, and tossing around the idea of seeing if anyone was looking in Hell's Kitchen midtown, he pulled up craigslist. He searched through all the usual stuff, until he found something that caught his eye. "Looking for son to play wiTh, favs to share". Inside the ad read 42 6ft 175 8"c Dom Top in gear looking for son to parTy with and get nasty. Looking to host. Clay had seen posts like these before, but often ignored them as he wasn't sure what parTy meant but figured it was drug related. He had smoked pot a few times and a few hits of ecstasy but that was about it. But there was something about this post that had him curious. Before he knew what he was doing, he began to write a reply. His hands begin trembling and his breath became shallow as he wrote back "Hey what's up, young guy here into playing with Men. Never partied before, is that ok? In Hell's Kitchen and can travel." With that he included a somewhat innocent looking picture of himself, and sent it on its way. Almost instantly came the reply: "You wanna learn how little boy?" Clay loved to be called little boy by older Men, and his dick immediately got hard and began to leak pre-cum. He wrote back "When and where?" And sent another picture to hopefully seal the deal. A few minutes later the guy sent his address, and told Clay to hurry over. Clay was excited and nervous in a way he hadn't been for some time. He threw on his green ball cap, A pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. It wasn't until he got his shoes on that he stopped and realized holy shit...I'm kind of scared. The next thing he knew he was standing outside the guys building. He took a few more shallow breaths and took his hand out of his pocket to push the buzzer. No voice came over the intercom, just the buzz of the door unlocking to allow him in. Up to the 3rd floor he went.

Tomorrow getting on a plane to Key West for spring break as this will be my last but my first as being POZ

I was dripping sweat and getting ready for an easy day after my workout. I was up early to hit the gym before work, but on the way I was called off for the day. With pay. Heading to the lockerroom I was thinking abouthat rubbing out a nut in the showers. I love shooting my batter all over the floor, walls, and shower knob for the straight men to walk in, see, and touch. My phone vibrated next to my visably swollen cock in my gym showers. Freeballing is best in basketball shorts. It was a text from a gifter that travels through my area occasionally. I had been loaded up by him in the outhouse at a nearby park months earlier. He had never before actually found a chaser down for a verbal poz gifting. And he had it to give. Dirty pervy talk of blasting toxic cum in my ass, christening my membership into the brotherhood. That breeding, hot as it was, didn't convert me. I test several times a year, last neg on all accounts. I want to know the moment I carry the gift. Toxic. Fresh. HVL. He was back in town for a day, carrying some party favors. Here I was. A day where I was off work, no one knew I was off, and I could slip away for 7-9 hours. 30 minutes later I pulled up to the hotel with a raging boned tucked into my waistband leaking precum onto my happy trail, filling my bellybutton. I walked to his room heart pounding. The door was cracked and I walked in. I took no time stripping to nothing. He wasted no time asking how I wanted the bump. "Fucked into my ass, on your cock. Please." He snorted some, then placed a few rocks behind his dick head as I bent over on the cheap bed, offering him my ass with a dollop of my spit as lube. He placed his cock head on my pink hole and slammed it base deep. He had prepared with a strong dick pill and a rubber cock ring. His bone stayed rock hard, despite the t. "Yea take that Tina into your hot pussy. You love that poz cock don't you?" I did. I pushed back moaning, begging for him to destroy me. I felt burn then rush of the drug. This is what I am. A faggot cumdump for all loads. To be used up in service of men. He came quickly the first time. Keeping buried -and rock hard- he blasted 4 loads into my neg hole that day over the course of 6 hours. During the long session, he admitted he was on meds currently. We agreed next meeting he will take a med vacation a month before. He should be going off now for the next meet.

It started innocently enough. The security guard where I work was driving me out to my car since I get out off in the middle of the night and safety in our parking lot tends to be an issue at that time. Generally it was a short drive, only giving us time for very short conversations, usually involving the weather or the phase that the moon appeared to be in. I had always thought he was a hot guy, probably an ex-cop. He was late 40’s, 5’11” and had the remnants of a guy that had done a lot of lifting in the gym in his 20’s. One night, however, I had ended up parking in a far lot due to some construction in the lot I normally parked in. Once we had exhausted the weather, the conversation turned to our personal lives where he ended up discovering that I was gay. I’m out at work and don’t generally hide the fact that I’m gay from people and didn’t think anything about our conversation until the next night. He picked me up as normal and instead of talking about the weather he started right in on me being gay, not derogatory, but more inquisitive. This continued every night for the next two weeks, then one night I hopped into the security pickup with him and caught my thin scrubs on the latch of the pickup, ripping out the side seam and exposing my right ass cheek. I got in and while he drove me to my car I examined how mangled my scrubs were and while doing so he took notice that I was wearing a thong. This must have excited him, because by the time we had reached my car his pants were stretched tight against his erection. He rubbed he dick through his pants, trying to reposition it so I wouldn’t notice. Seeing his dick get hard made my dick get hard and he couldn’t take his eyes off of it. “I hear you gay guys are good at sucking cock.” “Well, I guess most of us probably are. Guess you’d have to let me suck yours and make your own opinion.” That’s all it took and he had his pants unzipped and his cock at full mast. I went down in his cock, which wasn’t easy considering how thick it was. It easily rivaled a beer can in girth. As I sucked him through the fly in his uniform, he put his hands inside the ripped seam in my scrubs and rubbed my ass. Occasionally he’d pull the thong to one side and touch my hole. While I was sucking him I extracted his enormous long balls from his pants and pulled on them slightly. Apparently none of the women he’d ever been with had pulled this maneuver and in no time he was flooding my mouth with cum. Once he started to go soft he pushed me aside, tucked his junk back in his tighty whities, zipped up and told me he had to get going to do his security checks. I was fine with being used for his pleasure. For the next couple of weeks I kept parking in the far lot where there was less chance of anyone seeing us and every night he would give me a hot load. As he got more comfortable with the fact that he liked being serviced by a guy he got more daring with my ass. At first he’d just rub the cheeks, maybe tap my hole a little, but then it got bolder and started licking his fingers and inserting them in my ass. One night after giving me another huge creamy load he said that the next time he saw me he wanted me to bring some lube with me and make sure my ass was clean. As instructed, the next time I worked I made sure my ass was clean and brought along a sample size of lube. As usual, we drove to my car and I blew him, but this time he inserted an entire finger, then another, then another, until he had three of his fat fingers going in and out of my hole. Just as he was about to cum I clenched my ass and held around his fingers. This really turned him on and he shot the biggest load in my mouth to date. Once he had started to go soft in my mouth he, took his fingers out of my ass and wiped the lube on my shirt. “Tomorrow night, in addition to the instructions you had for tonight, make sure you call me and I’ll walk you out.” Again, I did as instructed and called him when I was ready to leave. He met me by the elevators and when we got he pressed the button for the basement. As the elevator descended the erections in both our pants grew. We got out of the elevator and he led me through a bunch of different doors until we got to a deserted area of the basement. He took out his bundle of keys and unlocked a door to an empty janitor’s closet that had a big wash sink and a drain in the floor. “Take off all your clothes.” I took off everything, but when he saw that I had opted to wear a jockstrap for the evening he stopped me from taking it off, saying “Get over in the corner by that drain.” I went over and stood in the corner and he put his hand on my shoulder forcing me to a squatting position. He then took out his big hard cock. “Open your mouth faggot.” I opened my mouth just in time for him to release a golden stream of piss into it. Much to his surprise I closed my mouth around his cock and didn’t spill a drop. Just to show his dominance he took his cock out and squirted my face with the last bit of piss left in him. “Get up, get the lube and lean over the sink.” I retrieved it and leaned over the stained basin. With his teeth, he tore open the little packet, squirted the majority of its contents all over his cock and then what little was left he rubbed around on my asshole. He then line up his thick cock with my ass and, without saying a word, shoved the entire length into my ass. I let out a little whimper as his big balls swung into me. He grabbed my face and turned it towards him. “Shut the fuck up and don’t make another sound.” Once he was sure I would make any more noise he started to assault my asshole in a way that made me think that he had been thinking about doing this to me for some time now. It only lasted for about five minutes, but after he had cum in me and started to go soft, he pulled his dick out leaving my hole gaping. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t get my hole to close. Using my hair, he pulled my mouth onto his cock and instructed me to clean it off. Once that was done he pulled out two zip ties from his belt. One he put around the plumbing behind the faucet and the other he put around my wrist and looped the two together, effectively tying me to the sink. “The last guy will cut you loose when he’s done with you.” With that he zipped up and left me in the room alone in the dark. I could hear the key in the door locking me in. It was a few minutes later when a set of keys jingled outside and the light was turned back on by a very hot janitor I had fantasized about for months. He was mid-40’s, 6’4” and spoke with a heavy Slavic accent. He stuck a finger in his mouth and then in my ass to see how loose the security guard had left me. He played with my ass for a few minutes while he rubbed the engorged cock in his brown uniform pants. He didn’t say anything, just a few “mmmm’s”. Suddenly he unzipped his pants, pulled his underwear to one side and let his cock spring forth from his pants. It wasn’t quite as thick as the guard’s, but it was easily four inches longer and uncut. Without saying anything, he spit on my hole and spit on his cock, then he started full-on fucking me. There was no getting used to it, no pause, just in and out like he was using a jack-off toy. He kept up his pace for 15 minutes or so until he grunted and I could feel streams of cum being released inside me. He then yanked his cock out of my ass and came up to the sink. He instructed me to open my mouth and proceeded to piss in my mouth and all over my face. When he was done, he went over, picked up my undershirt and wiped his cock off. Then I was left alone again in the dark, hearing the familiar sounds of a key locking me in. After a few minutes another janitor came in. This one was in his 50’s, 6’2”, skinny with a full beard and mustache. He was yawning and he entered the room. He immediately had a finger in my ass. “Nice.” He yawned again. “Sorry, end of my shift. Had to come in and get a piece of this after hearing how good you were.” He took a pair of snips from his back pocket and released me from the zip tie. “I’ve had a rough night; think I’ll let you do all the work.” With that said he undid his pants, pushed them down to his ankles and lay down on the floor. “Come on; work this load out of my balls.” I knelt down between his legs and started sucking his big uncut cock and was pleasantly surprised to find a PA hidden under the foreskin. Only thing I love more than foreskin is a PA with it. As soon as I had his fat cock hard I squatted over it and rode him and hard as I could, squeezing my insides over the balls on his PA. It didn’t take long before I was cumming in my jockstrap without ever having touched my cock. The clenching from my orgasm resulted in him letting loose inside me. I sat there for a minute, relishing the cock in me. Finally he got up and let me clean his cock for him. When we were done he told me I was free to go. I got dressed and found my way out of the basement and back to my car. When I got home I was still so horny from what had happened I squeezed some of the cum out of my ass and jacked off thinking about the three men that had unloaded in me.

Great post and photos. Lucky married guy!