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Jesse’s Deepest Desires - As told by Brandon Sunday morning alone. Ben had gone out to have brunch with some straight friends from work that I did not particularly care for so I had elected to stay home. Sitting on the porch in my speedo drinking coffee and reading the Sunday paper was far more relaxing than dealing with a table full of noisy females, particularly when the Mimosas and Bloody Marys kicked in. The doorbell rang. Was a visitation by the Jehovah’s Witnesses or was this going to be a repeat of yesterday? At first I was not going to open the door suspecting the former, by my curiosity (and lust) got the better of me. Glancing through the side window I saw it was one person, so I was not going to get the Watchtower thrust in my face. I opened the door to find a very flustered Jesse. After that first evening we had had them over we had not maintained anything more than very casual contact with Paul and Jesse as they seemed too uptight for us. Certainly I would not expect that Jesse would turn to me in a time of crisis. “Can I come in? I need to talk. I didn’t see Ben’s car. Are you alone?” I noticed that he was holding a DVD with a post it note stuck on the front. “Yeah. Ben’s gone to brunch with a bunch of the females from his work. He’ll be away for a few hours. Come in. It looks like you need to talk.” I had forgotten how hot Jesse was. He was wearing a tight tank top and skintight faded jeans that displayed his physique to perfection and emphasized his ample bulge. I closed the door behind him and led him through to the couch. “OK, sit down and tell me what’s on your mind.” He looked anxious and confused. “I don’t know where to start.” He paused. Because this involves us and I think it involves you guys as well.” What did he know or suspect? That Ben or I or both of us separately had had sex with Paul? Or something else. “Paul’s out for the day visiting family and I was having a quiet day enjoying myself. I needed to do some laundry before he came home and I found this lying on the dryer”. (Note: Our condos have the washer/dryer in an annex next to the second bathroom. He didn’t leave it in communal space!) He held up the DVD for me so I could read the note. The movie was “Raw Cheating Lovers” and the note read. “Watch this one first. Time for you to get ideas on how to get some dick and ass. If you want a repeat, you know where to find me. B.” I recognized Ben’s scrawl immediately. Careless of him to initial it. Jesse waited a moment for it to all sink in. “I saw this DVD next to the TV when you guys had us over for drinks. I watched some of it after I found it and it pretty much fits the description on the box.” He turned the box around and read from the blurb. “When you are cheating on your boyfriend you want it all. Raw, no protection and taking loads.” He paused, and looked intently at me to see my reaction. I just looked at his beautiful face and full lips and said nothing. Jesse was obviously waiting for me to say something but I remained silent. “Brandon, do you think that Paul is cheating on me, with Ben and maybe other guys?” Now I had to say something. “Depends on how you define cheating. Ben cannot cheat on me because we allow each other to have sex on the side.” I stayed away from saying anything about him and Paul. “This movie stresses bareback cheating and load taking. I don’t know if Paul is fucking around, but if he is I am sure he would be using condoms.” He paused. “I mean, he would, wouldn’t he?” I could see the fear and panic in his eyes as he spoke. “Guys don’t always know their status and sometimes don’t tell you or lie about it.” He looked straight at me. “Would you be ok with Ben taking loads from poz guys with all the risks that it entails?” I grinned at him and then gave him a hug. He did not pull away. I had realized by this point there was no way I was going to get my bare dick in his tight ass so I may as well say it the way it is. “Sure, I would hate for Ben to have to reduce his pleasure by forcing him to use condoms. When we fuck around its always raw. Bareback only for both of us.” I hugged him a little tighter expecting him to pull away in disgust but he put his arms around me and pushed his crotch against mine. I could feel he was starting to get hard. To my surprise his planted his luscious lips on mine and immediately started deep kissing. This was getting interesting. I had admitted to him that Ben and I fucked around bare, and I had not said anything about status and now he was all over me with a hunger that needed to be fed. After a minute or two of frenzied kissing, we were both rock hard. He pulled away from me to say something. “I go top or bottom I don’t care. But I want you to fuck me bareback and cum in my ass. Please. I need it so bad.” That was an amazing transformation. Here he was, begging for raw sex only a few minutes after he walked in the front door traumatized by the thought that his boyfriend was cheating on him bareback. He never bother to ask me about my status. I didn’t care about his. If he was negative I was going to breed him anyway. He was going to get a toxic load the same as Paul had. “Fuck Yeah! I’ve been wanting to fuck your tight butt since the first time I saw it.” He grinned at me and put his hand on the fat bulge in my speedo, which by now had swelled to almost its full size and was filling the swimsuit almost to the left side seam. “I’m going to enjoy this. You’re quite a bit bigger than Paul.” I groped his crotch in return. “Yeah, and I’m going to enjoy this when you return the favor.” I turned him around and with my crotch against his ass crack steered him to the bedroom. We rolled around on the bed for a moment kissing and touching until we both needed to take it further. He lay on his back on the bed and I unbuckled his belt, undid the waist button of his jeans and unzipped his fly. As his bulging underwear came into view I became immediately aware of a strong smell of stale piss. I suddenly thought of Brad and Brent at the orgy and how much of a turn on their piss play had been. As the smell of his crotch hit his nose Jesse gasped. “Oh fuck. I forgot to shower. I was in such a hurry to get dressed and I wasn’t expecting this.” I answered his fears by pulling down the front of his briefs and taking his fat mushroom head in my mouth, reveling in the musky pheromones and the salty taste of his dick and pre-cum. As he realized that I was not going to reject him he relaxed and enjoyed the blowjob. As I wanted to get to his balls I pulled down his jeans and underwear. I then realized where I had seen him before. He had an unmistakable cartoon devil tattoo on his crotch. I pulled off his t-shirt and jeans and threw them on the floor and pulled up his briefs. Lying on top of him I ground my dick against his as I started kissing him again, pausing only to whisper in his ear. “I’ve seen you on the web, WetJesse89. Lick my sweaty pits!” He was still wearing his briefs, and I was still wearing my speedo, with me sitting on his crotch facing him. I grinned at him. “I know what you like, WetJesse89, pissy crotch!” I relaxed my muscles and soon the translucent pre-cum patch in my white swimsuit grew as my full bladder started leaking into the fabric. I saw his eyes grow large. I grinned. “Don’t worry, mattress is well protected.” I continued to piss until I knew his briefs were soaked and his butt was in a puddle. I stopped. “Time for a Sunday morning drink”. I got up on my knees and moved towards his face until my wet crotch was touching his nose. “Suck my dick through my speedo” I commanded as I started pissing again. He was sucking as fast as he could but a lot still flowed between my legs and splashed onto his chest. He pulled down the front of the swimsuit and took my spewing dick into his mouth and drank it greedily. After a while the flow stopped and slid back on his slick body to lie on top of him with my face inches from his. “Kiss me, piss mouth.” I ordered. As we were kissing I enjoyed the taste of my piss on his tongue and lips but now more than ever I wanted to taste his hole. I sat up and slid down to his crotch and pulled off his wet briefs. I lifted his legs and spread his legs giving a clear view of his tight pink pucker. Whether he wanted it or not he was about to get bred with my toxic sperm. I stuck my mouth between his ass cheeks and started working on his sweet hole. As I thrust my tongue into its musky depths he relaxed his sphincter giving me full access. “Oh fuck yeah!” he uttered. “Paul doesn’t rim me like that. It feels so good.” By this time I could not hold back. I needed to fuck him, and he needed it too. “Fuck me please. Please!” I was not intending to disappoint him. I grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and was about to slather up my dick and his hole when he stopped me. “No, just spit. I want to feel everything. Skin on skin, nothing in between.” My kinda guy! Having been fucked by Paul, I knew I was quite a bit larger than him so I took my time entering. I pressed my furiously leaking cockhead against his hole. With all the pre-cum I hardly needed lube after all. Jesse uttered a gasp of pain as my cockhead slid inside the outer ring of his chute. “Fuck Yeah!” he muttered. “Long since I’ve felt bare meat filling my hole. Needed it so bad. And you longer than fatter than Paul. I love being fucked by a big dick.” I didn’t say anything as my cock slid up his tight passage stretching out his rectal walls. We both uttered a grunt of pleasure as I passed the inner sphincter. Jesse could not get enough as I fucked him on his back, on his side, doggy style and finally with him on top of me. I suppose I might have considered pulling out – (not really!) – but Jesse did not give my any opportunity. He was riding my dick as I lay on my back and I was getting close and he could sense it. I could see the need in his eyes. “I’m close. Where do you want my cum?” He said nothing but started moving more rapidly until I felt my load rising up my cock and spurting into his deep into his bowels. “Inside.” Jesse hadn’t cum yet and was probably as horny as hell. As he lifted himself off my cock I noticed the pink streaks in the cum that dribbled out. My Poz load had a path into his bloodstream! Now it was his turn to return the favor. “Now you fuck me! Bareback of course.” He looked at me for a moment. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” I thought that was an odd thing to say under the circumstances. “Fuck yeah, of course. I never refuse a load. Jesse wasted no time. “If you’re sure you want me to fuck you raw then I want it the same way as you fucked me. No lube, just spit.” Luckily Jesse’s 7 inches was small compared to some of the cocks that had fucked me recently. First he fucked me doggy style, then he turned me on my back and pulled me to the edge of the bed and fucked me that way. “I like it this way.” He grunted as he fucked me hard. “Then I can see you face when I shoot my load deep into your slutty ass.” Damn, the little pig really knew how to fuck, deep and shallow, slow and fast, getting to every part of my insides with his rock hard power tool. Now he asked “Where do you want my load.” I said nothing. “You’re going to get it inside where all cum belongs.” With that he thrust hard and I felt him start to shoot his red hot load into my chute. He kept thrusting and must have shot eight or nine squirts. He took a moment to catch his breath and then he pulled out, looked at the alarm clock and said “Shit, I better be going. Paul will be home soon.” He surprised me by pulling on his still wet briefs and then his jeans and T-shirt. I thought that he would probably need to take a shower before Paul got home because I suspect Paul was not into watersports. He was out there in a hurry. Luckily there was a way he could walk between our condos without being seen by any random passersby as his jeans showed the very visible signs of his damp briefs. Our hot and passionate fuck session totally gave lie to idea that Jesse had trouble staying hard and was “mostly a top”. He certainly liked getting fucked and taking my load, and breeding me in return, just like Paul. Maybe the problem between those two was the condoms. I stripped the bed and cleaned up the mess. I put on new sheets thinking that we needed to buy some more as we had been having so much sex that there was almost always a pile waiting to be laundered. Then I took a shower and went online. I searched for a while until I found “WetJesse89’s” profile. It hadn’t really changed as far as I could see but obviously since I now knew who he was I looked more carefully. Into all sorts of piggy play but nothing about status, only the statement. “Absolutely only safe sex. No Condoms, no sex.” Seems like he broke that little rule with a vengeance. I also noticed with interest that he had the twins, Brad and Brent, listed as friends. And no mention of having a boyfriend!

Ok, THIS will be a date to remember. It's the day after Christmas. I expected it to just be a quiet day at home, recovering from the holiday. But I woke up this morning to a text from one of my str8 suck buddies. His name is Joe. He's a mid 50's divorced, str8 dude that I've been orally servicing for well over 12 years, or more. He had gone through a very nasty and expensive divorce a year or so before we met. He'd been left financially ruined by his hateful and vindictive ex-wife. And Joe had absolutely no interest in getting into a serious relationship with a woman for a very, very long time. But, being the horny fucker that he is, and realizing that even trying to have a casual, no strings attached sexual relationship with women, tended to get complicated and messy. So, he eventually started letting gay guys suck him off. I originally met Joe through a phone hook up service, Megaphone. (Pre Grindr and most of the web based pick up sites and phone apps). Joe is str8, but I've been orally servicing Joe for at least 12 years. He's very masculine, very hairy. He's kind of short, but has an extremely tight, muscular body. He's an avid swimmer, hiker, runner, tennis player and snowshoe enthusiast. He keeps in amazing shape. He's got a nice sized cock that I'm able to easily deepthroat. He loves to have his balls sucked and his ass eaten. I happily do all of that for him. Our encounters can be quite routine. But he seems to enjoy them. I get a text from Joe several times every month for me to come over and service him orally. He'll sit on the sofa, watching some str8 porn as we both sniff poppers and I blow him. Joe has occasionally fucked me, but he's not often in the mood for that. He'll normally only fuck me when he's been drinking or smoking a bit of weed. And when he has fucked me, he's always insisted on a condom. Joe works for a very large hospital here in Vegas. He's some sort of nursing supervisor. He's even on occasion brought one of his "str8" buddies over for me to service them both. I've enjoyed seeing Joe loosen up a bit over the years. While he's never let me kiss him. He has become a bit more affectionate. He'll stroke my head as I'm blowing him. Or his hand will stroke my shoulders as my head bobs up and down on his dick. Anyway, back to today. I answer Joe's text. Telling him that I'm in town for the holidays. Anytime he's available to hook up, I'd love to blow him again. He quickly replies, that a buddy of his, Raymond, from Seattle is visiting Vegas over the holidays. Joe said Raymond is a str8, black guy with a monster sized dick. He mentioned that Ray had been complaining to Joe that he was really frustrated, sexually, because he always had a difficult time finding women that could take his dick either orally, anally or in their pussies. He usually just ended up jacking off into these woman's mouths, on their tits or on their pussies. But that he really wanted to find a bitch that could handle his dick inside her. Raymond admitted to Joe that he had let a couple of guys blow him. That the guys seemed to be a bit better at being able to handle his large cock. But none of the gay guys that had blown him would let him fuck them, because of the size and thickness of his BBC. Joe's email said, "I hope you don't mind, but I told Ray about you". He said Raymond had over 12" when fully hard. And was extremely thick. He said that he's only seen Ray's dick when soft at the gym. But that Ray had shone him a pic of his fully hard cock. "Would you be interested in blowing him and me together", Joe asked? "He may want to fuck you, too. If you think you could take it"? "Fuck Yeah", I said. "Set it up ASAP". About one hour later, Joe texted back. "Ray will be at my house at 1pm. Can you be here?" "I'll be there. See you at 1pm", I said. I really cleaned my ass out well and showered, before getting into my car and making the 30 minute drive to Joe's house. Joe answered the door, wearing only his boxer shorts. He let me inside and took me to the back of the house to his large great room. He had a huge TV hung on the end wall. Str8 porn was showing on it. On the sofa, facing the TV I could see the back of a shirtless black guy, staring intently at the blond, busty bitch with fake tits, on the screen, taking a huge black dick in her pussy and another one in her mouth. "Ray, this is Dave", Joe yelled out, over the sounds of the Porn bitch's moaning and groaning on the TV. As I walked around the sofa, Ray stood up. Holy FUCK! He was fully nude. He was at least 6'4", 260 lbs of solid muscle. A movie star gorgeous face, with a well trimmed goatee. Sticking straight out was the most beautiful and massive BBC I've ever seen. As pretty as his face was, I couldn't take my eyes off that massive piece of meat swinging out in front of him. Joe laughed. "Dave, I thought you'd like Ray. And I can see you do". ha, ha, ha........ I walked up to Raymond and dropped to my knees. As he stood in front of me, I quickly took his swollen cockhead into my mouth and licked the pisshole. I licked down the underside of his shaft and licked both of his giant balls. Ray finally sat down on the sofa and I crawled between his legs and continued to orally worship his cock and balls. Finally he lifted his legs to offer his asshole. "Joe told me you lick ass. Want to eat my black hole"? Without saying a word, I lowered my face to his ass and virtually made love to his beautiful, puckered, black hole. I was kissing it, licking it, sliding my tongue deep up inside of it. I had Raymone moaning and groaning as my tongue worshiped his ass. Joe had disappeared for awhile. But he came back with a bottle of lube. I big sheet and some towels. He also had a bottle of poppers that he handed to me. "So, Dave. You think you can handle Ray's cock in your ass? You're always begging me to fuck you. Think you can take his cock?" I came up off of Ray's ass and mumbled. "FUCK, YEAH". "Fuck me, Raymond". "I want your dick in me." I stood and then Ray stood. Joe threw the sheet over his sofa and placed the bottle of lube and a hand towel on it. "Kneel down", Raymond commanded. I took some deep hits of the poppers and knelt on the the sofa. I felt Raymond squeeze some cold lube on my ass and press it up inside me with his large fingers. He worked his fingers in my ass for a few moments. I'm sure he was trying to open me up before he tried to push inside me with his monster. Then I could hear him lubing up his dick. I was a bit nervous about being able to take his cock. I just kept taking long, deep drags on the poppers, until my head was spinning. "Put some more lube in my ass. I'm gonna' need it", I said. Ray slid more lube in and around my hole. Then I felt his giant mushroomed cock head press against my hole. I mentally told myself to relax. And I took one more hit of poppers, as I felt the burning of his cock begin to spread open my sphincter. All of a sudden his cockhead plopped through my sphincter and he held it there for me to adjust to. I kept breathing in the poppers. Slowly he'd push into me, until he was finally balls deep inside me. Again, he just held it there for me to adjust. Ray was at least thoughtful and experienced enough to know it would take a bit of time for anyone to relax into taking his bbc. Once it stopped hurting, I began to press back onto him, letting him know it was alright to begin fucking me. And fuck me, he did. He started slowly, but built up his speed and depth with each thrust. Soon, he had grabbed me around the waist and was really slamming into me. I have to admit it hurt a bit. But the euphoric sensation of his giant cock sliding in and out of me was worth dealing with some pain. I'm not sure when I've had to sniff more poppers so fast and furious to be able to accommodate such a big cock? Soon, Ray was pulling completely out of me, then slamming all the way back in me in one, unmerciful thrust. I was grunting and moaning, both in pain and pleasure. My head was spinning from the poppers and I felt I was about ready to cum, just from the feel of his bbc rubbing against my prostate. Joe had climbed up on the sofa, next to me. He put his cock up to my lips and I took his cock to the back of my throat. Joe's nice sized dick seemed miniature in comparison to the giant piece of meat that was assaulting my ass. Joe was obviously turned on by watching his buddy pound my ass. Because he came in my mouth within just moments of my wrapping my lips around it. Joe normally takes 20 or 30 minutes of my cocksucking before he cums. But, this time, as in time pasts, when he's brought some of his str8 buddies for me to service, he seems to cum quickly. I guess even gay sex can be a turn on to str8 guys at times. I was in absolute heaven taking Raymond's cock so fully into me. And he was a most impressive fucker. He would speed up, then slow down. Adjust the angle of his dick, so it was hitting the inside walls of my anus. Because of it's thickness, I didn't need to worry about squeezing my ass around his cock. He more than filled my hole. Soon, the pain had fully disappeared and it was all pure pleasure that this bbc was giving me. I 'm always happy to make str8 guys cum. But, I was almost sad when I could feel and hear that Ray was close to cumming. I didn't want this fuck session to end. But, all good things MUST eventually end. Ray's breathing got heavy. His thrusts were rougher. Almost violently slamming into me. And he began to grunt. Soon, I could feel his giant cock throb, as he filled my ass with his cum. Now, I did try to squeeze my ass to milk it. He held steady inside me as both our bodies shook. He collapsed on top of me, pushing me down onto the sofa cushions. We were both breathing hard. His weight was crushing me. But I didn't want him to get off me, either. Finally he lifted himself off me. And slowly pulled his softening cock from me. I was moaning in both pleasure and sadness as he pulled it out of me. I didn't want his cock to leave it's warm, now wet home in my ass. It came out sounding like a plunger being pulled off a drain. With a PLOP sound! Ray stood, turned and dropped back onto the sofa, next to me. I climbed up onto the sofa and cuddled up to him, as we both tried to catch our breaths. He then showed the first signs of some affection as he put his arm over my arm and stroked my upper arm. I wanted to kiss him. But, I know well enough, to not push it that far. Soon, he patted me on the leg and said, "Thanks, bud". as he stood and wiped his cock with the tissues that Joe had set on the side table for us. Joe was sitting on a chair, just to the side of the sofa. Even though he had just cum in my mouth, his cock was still hard and he was stroking it. "You're still horny", I said. "Fuck, yeah! That was hot! Let me fuck you, Dave". "I've got another load for you". Joe's always insisted on using a condom on the rare occasions he's fucked me in the past. But without saying anything, I knelt back on the sheet covered sofa as Joe stood behind me. He quickly slid his uncovered dick up into me. I'm sure it felt like the Grand Canyon to him, since his buddy Ray had stretched my hole out with his bbc. But at least is was filled with Ray's cum to act as lube for Joe's dick. Joe fucked me raw for about 4 or 5 minutes, then let out a groan as he emptied another load in my hole. We all dressed and I asked Ray where he was staying and how long he was going to be in Vegas? "I'm leaving the day after New Year's", he said. "Hope you'll wanna fuck me again, before you go", I said. "Count on it", he said with a smile. I sure hope so. Boxing Day provided me with the BEST after Christmas present I've ever had. Read about the second time here.

i seriously need to get my pussy used by a line of raw cocks rn... so fucking baddd

Two hundred miles away from Luke’s cum-fueled descent (and months before they’d meet and consummate their relationship on film) Josh was in his dorm room getting ready for his date. Just out of the shower, warm water drops dotted his pale, freckled body in the steamy bathroom. He wiped down the cold mirror hanging on the back of the door with his hand and took a look at himself, towel draped over his shoulders. He’d come into his own in college, and was proud of the muscles he’d grown since his skinny high school days. His uncut Irish dick was admirable, he thought, hanging below his red happy trail. He aggressively scrubbed his body with his towel, and emerged into his dorm room naked and mostly dry. His roommate was out of town for the weekend, making his coordination of the night a little easier, as finding a discrete place to get together had proven tough. His phone buzzed. His suitor, Scott, texted “I’m downstairs.” “Fuck.” Josh thought to himself. “He’s early.” Josh replied that he’d be right down to sign Scott in to let him up. He frantically dressed: A white jock strap (as Scott requested), jeans, flip flops, and a loose fitting tee bearing his college’s logo. Josh’s cock was semi hard and his stomach fluttered as he hit the elevator down button. He was about to have sex for the first time of his life. And it was a bit of a scandal: Josh was still in the closet. He met Scott on a hookup app. Scott was a sexy daddy-type, a partnered, mid-forty-something professor at another university nearby. As they’d gotten to know one another through texts and couple coffee dates, Josh had learned that Scott was HIV+, on meds, only played safe, and that his partner had no idea that they were anything but a strictly monogamous couple. Josh had fallen hard for Scott, and wanted Scott to be the first to be his first. Josh had overcome initial fears about Scott’s status, and playing safe was fine by Josh. On occasion, Josh had even dreamed of Scott pozzing him as an act of love and commitment. Josh had read erotic stories to this effect and had sought out pozzing porn. Despite lingering fears of HIV even in the context of "safe" sex, and no actual intent to act on the fantasies, Josh needed to have Scott’s protected dick inside him. In the lobby Josh recited the script they’d discussed. “Uncle Scott!” he said, despite no familial relation. “Josh!” Scott said, praying that no one would recognize him, as some students attended classes at his university too. “Want to come up to see my room before dinner?” Josh said, not that anyone in the lobby cared about this faux-interaction. “Sure!” Scott said as Josh signed him in and ushered him through the turnstile. It was to be the first time they’d been physically intimate together other than just a peck on the cheeks or lips after coffee. On many occasions, they’d texted or chatted about what they wanted to do to each other, but they’d never had an opportunity to explore one another physically. Upon closing the dorm room door, Josh immediately began kissing, fondling and disrobing Scott. Removing his button-down shirt revealed Scott’s big pectoral muscles and a forest of long chest hair and salted with white strands. His skin was dark and freckled from years of sun damage. Josh then undid Scott’s belt, and Scott’s navy slacks fell to his ankles. Scott’s legs were thick and hairy. Josh’s hands roamed every time more skin was revealed. He felt Scott’s hardening daddy dick under Scott’s white briefs. “Stop.” Scott said as he took a seat on Josh’s bed. “Strip for me. Leave your jock on.” Josh removed his tee and threw it to the floor. He kicked his flip flops off and unbuttoned his jeans. They fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. Ass exposed between the straps and hard cock poking against the jock, he approached the Scott, who was seated on the bed. Scott cupped Josh’s erect basket and pulled him close. He worked his tongue over the fabric separating Scott from the young man's dick. Josh was precumming and shaking in anticipation of this first sexual encounter. Scott looked up Josh’s pristine body. Josh represented so much Scott longed for: youth, vitality, sexuality, and freedom. Scott knew his mid-life malaise wouldn’t be solved by fucking an undergad, and he didn’t want to fuck up his longtime relationship or his tenure at the university, but felt so alive being so wanted by the young sexy man. “You’re an angel.” He said, sniffing Josh’s jock. He turned Josh around, spread his white, smooth cheeks, and inserted his face between them. Josh had never experienced a tongue in his hole before. It was electric, feeling Scott’s whiskers against his ass as his tongue poked into his sex chute. He couldn’t help but tense up when the tongue pressed against his entry. Scott hadn’t tasted a sweet young ass like this in decades. After several minutes of this tongue-to-hole play, Scott was rock hard and ready to fuck. He inserted his thick index finger into Josh’s now-wet hole. Josh moaned. After thirty seconds or so of single-finger fucking Josh, he inserted another finger, the one bearing his wedding band. And then a third finger. Josh pressed himself onto the three fingers, in ecstasy as his ass accommodated this invasion. His dick throbbed and leaked in the jockstrap. “You ready for me to fuck you?” Scott asked, standing up behind him. “Yeah, fuck me.” Scott pulled his briefs down and off. His dick was about seven inches long and dripping precum. He reached into the pocket of his slacks, which were on the floor, and pulled out a condom. He bit the gold wrapper, tore it open. He slowly unrolled the latex onto his throbbing and sensitive dick. He bent Josh over his desk, such that Josh’s round, white ass was exposed. Holding his dick, he guided it against Josh’s tight, wet hole. “You ready?” he again asked politely as he pressed forward. “Yeah” replied Josh, as he grimaced at the pain of Scott’s wrapped cock head making entry. “Fuck yeah.” Scott said as he slowly penetrated Josh. He spit down onto the base of his rubber-covered shaft. Josh’s breath was shallow as Scott’s dick imposed itself deeper into his body. He let out a few squeals of pain, but tried to take it like a champ. Scott’s sweat dripped onto Josh’s back as Scott leaned forward into Josh, who was also getting moist with sweat. Finally, Scott bottomed out: his salt and peppered pubic hair was pressed against Josh’s smooth ass. “I’m all the way in, stud.” He said as he kissed Josh’s neck. “Fuck yeah!” Josh said. The pain wouldn’t get any worse, he thought to himself. Scott pulled out a bit, and then slowly reinserted himself fully. And again, Scott pulled out, and again forward down Josh’s fuck chute. And again, this time picking up the pace a bit. In, Scott’s balls brushing against Josh’s low hangers. Out, to where Scott’s cock’s head was just shy of pulling free of Josh’s outer anal ring, and then quickly back In. In again. And then Out. After about a minute of this, Scott’s rhythm increased to a quick fuck pace. Out. In. Out. In. Scott’s hairy thighs were slamming against Josh’s smooth glute muscles, making an audible slapping noise. Out. In. Out. In. At some point, the fuck rhythm betrayed Scott, who was insistent on playing safe. Whether it was an old condom or a lack of enough lube or just bad luck, a tear formed in the rubber. Without noticing, other than in the feeling of sexual delight, the tear grew and Scott’s raw, precummy dick was penetrating and lubing his fuck of Josh. Out. In. Out. In. “Your ass feels so good” a sweaty Scott said as his cock pounded into Josh’s unprotected hole. “You’re fucking amazing.” Josh responded, eyes rolling back into his head. The pain indeed gave way, and Josh was enjoying his first man-to-man anal fuck. Out. In. Out. In. Finally, Scott felt his dick becoming more sensitive, his balls tingling and his load building. “I’m getting close” he whispered, and Josh began jerking his own dick feverishly as he clenched his ass around Scott’s dick. “Fuck yeah, baby, I could be close too.” Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Quicker. Louder. Skin smacking skin. Then, Scott pulled completely out for the final assault. Withdrawn from Josh’s perfect hole, Scott looked down and, to his horror, he saw the rolled rubber of the condom at the base of his dick and his exposed dick head. “God damnit – my rubber broke.” Josh turned his head back. Lost in lust, he screamed “I don’t care! Fuck me – shoot your load in me! Give it to me. I want you. I want it. All of you. Nail me! Fuck me!!!” “Fuck– I can’t” Scott mumbled. He grabbed hold of his cock, gave it one final hard stroke, and sprayed Josh’s backside with his medicated poz load. Josh felt Scott’s warm jizz on him. He hurriedly jerked his cock, aroused knowing that poz cum was all over his backside, and shot volley after volley of his pure, neg cum onto the front of his desk. “I wanted you to cum in me” Josh said as he stood. “I just, I couldn’t. I can’t. It’s… just not right. This was a big mistake, and could’ve been much worse.” Scott lamented as he grabbed his clothing off the floor. He dressed and felt shame over the reality of the night: he’d cheated on his partner, he’d fucked a student, and he’d almost cum inside that undergrad. “Look, this has been fun, but it’s over. I can’t fuck with your life like this, and I can’t fuck up my own anymore than it already is. Goodbye, Josh. Be safe,” The dorm room closed, and Josh stood there naked, erect, spent, and fingering Scott's cum into his hole instinctively. *** Laying alone in his dorm that night, distraught over the end of his would-be affair with Scott, Josh thought of the what-ifs of his encounter earlier. What if Scott hadn’t pulled all the way out? What if he’d shot his load into Josh’s ass? What if Josh had been pozzed? As usual, his 20 year old dick became aroused again at thoughts of sex. Notably now, poz sex. Fully erect, he got up, walked over to his desk, and opened his laptop. Stroking, he went through his usual search patterns, of late seeking out pozzing stories, pozzing porn. Then he saw the ad: Neg Jock Sought for BB Porn Top $$ paid for neg jock to be fucked bare on film. Likely to be a bug chasing fetish blockbuster, we’re seeking a hot guy to take it in the ass raw by this radioactive jock (see pic attached). Likely exposure to HIV, Herpes, Gonorrhea, Syphilis, and more. Potential for sequels, porn stardom, and lots of cash. He clicked on the photo and his cock throbbed at the sight of the Adonis. He imagined what it would be like to be fucked by such a god, a god who would not pull out from him, a god who would then share in the same toxic cum together, who could play freely and without the baggage of a relationship. He replied to the ad, stroking off at each word typed: Neg BB Jock Here Up for anything. I think I’m your guy. -Josh He attached a couple photographs. Nervously, he pressed send.

Plucked and ready for the table ....

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."

So as the year draws to a close, it a time to reflect... What's your sleaziest moment for the whole of 2016? There are a lot of contenders for 2016 for me. But probably the top would be a 16 man group session in Sydney that went all night. So much fucking and debauchery. The second contender would be fucking 11 guys in one night at Trough X in Melbourne and then going home with a couple where I fucked and bred them both.

I was working this evening when, about 30 minutes before I finished-up, I received a text from a fuckbud who said he needed to shoot a load. He also mentioned his brother was visiting, so he asked if I was cool with sucking him in his backyard. "Sure," I replied, adding "We could probably fuck too." He wasn't sure about that but definitely wanted to get blown, so I got off work, went to his house, and waited out on the street for him to come-out and meet me in his backyard. Standing on the back stoop, he unzipped while I got on my knees and started sucking his dick. After sucking him for a few minutes, then he decided he wanted to fuck after all. Fortunately, before I had left work I had lubed my hole with some hand lotion. I dropped my pants, leaned on the porch railing with one hand and with the other guided his cock into my hole. He lasted for about five minutes before he went balls deep and fired off his load into my hole. This was one of those times when I could feel his dick throbbing as he shot, which I fucking love! He stayed in for a few seconds as he recovered from his orgasm, then we fixed our clothes. He went back inside and I went home with a couple day's worth of his cum up my ass.

Got fucked twice this morning. Both from long time poz fuck buds. These were not about being a eunuch or being poz....just really great fucking between buds who really know how to put out. FUCKING GREAT

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

This is a fictional story based on a few real life things. It'd dedicated to PartyandBreed -- I wrote this just for him. ***************************************************************** I always fucked or got fucked bareback and when BBRT came along it facilitated that itch in a mostly easy manner. At first I only hooked up with men who listed their status as negative because, years before PrEP, I didn’t want to become infected, but being a dedicated barebacker, and having a filthy mind, led me to consider HIV+ top men when I was horny. Even so, I still was not quite ready to take that step. I started using the breeding.zone website a bit later. I was mostly lurking, reading stories, adding the occasional comment until I decided I wanted to add something to the 'Bug Chasing' fiction section. I wrote “Cody’s Return” (which evolved into “Cody’s Bareback Adventures”) and the flood of years of depravity in my mind rushed out, including plenty of things I have never done and will likely never do. I was horny and the culmination of every porn scene, every dirty story, and every sex club I’d ever been to all culminated into characters and a story of things I get off on (mostly bug chasing, incest, piss). Suddenly my profile got a lot more attention and my inbox grew. I continued the stories later writing “Kevin Is HIV+” (a still ongoing story on this site). I heard from guys who loved what I wrote, some with suggestions, and others just loving the spank material. More than one of them I wanted poz cock from, if they were ever local. By the time I began writing these stories any fear of being HIV+ or taking cum from HIV+ men was gone and I was full on bug chasing and writing about things I actively wanted to do. A hot member named PandB messaged me and said he wants me and him to act out some of the fuck scenes from my stories. He said he’s not on meds and that he’d love to be the guy that infects me. With all of those stories, and several filthy messages, we agreed it’s what we both wanted to do. I wanted him to infect me, converting me into a HIV-positive bottom, and he wanted to do it … we’d tell each other this over and over several times over the course of a few months while planning for him to visit. He doesn’t live that far from me, but my life has been busy so we finally agreed to meet on a weekend after things calmed down when it’s convenient for both of us. He drove to my house and I let him in, we hugged, we looked at each other and things got very quiet for a moment. A smile crossed his face, a smile crossed my face and in that moment we both knew I’d have his cum inside me before we did anything else. I showed him around the house, and when we got to my bedroom he unceremoniously pushed me on the bed in a show of confidence, leaned down over me giving me a deep kiss, then, when the kiss was broken, he asked "Why aren’t you naked?” I pushed off my shoes and stripped off my clothing. Although he gave me another quick kiss, I'd estimate he had shed his clothing - his glasses, shirt shoes, socks, trousers, in three second flat, the entire time staring at me. Young guys are so fun and eager. At this point my cock was raging. We had talked at length about what we both wanted and needed. There was really no reason to talk anymore; he was here and we were going to fuck. That was it. He looked into my night stand but it was empty. “Lube?” he asked. “Bathroom, top drawer.” He grabs the Gun Oil and by this time I was naked, on all fours on the bed. “Get on your back,” he instructed as he lubed cock. 'Fuck yeah', I thought. I had thought he might want it doggie, but my favorite way to be fucked is on my back, legs up, especially if the guy fucking me is poz as I love seeing the face of a poz guy as he enjoys my hole. No sooner was I in position than I felt PandB's hands working some of the lube into my hole. He climbed onto the bed, looking at me, and pushing my legs back so they rested on his shoulders. Then he looked down at my ass, lining up his cock, I could feel his cock head slide around, and when his head penetrated my hole, and involuntary "Ahhhhhhh, go slow, aahhhh,” escaped my lips. PandB leaned forward, a smirk on his lips as his cock slowly sunk into my tight neg ass. “Ohhhh…. Ahhhhh … feels good,” he remarked. I couldn't take my eyes off his. “Yessss," he hissed in pleasure. This continued until his nuts were resting on my ass. “That’s all of it, dude. Now you've got an eight inch poz cock in your ass.” "An unmedicated poz cock,” I added, giving his cock a squeeze and a playful look. "Yup. Unmedicated,” and giving a push to emphasize the words, “Poz cock.” His cock lodged inside my ass, we made out. While I really, really wanted him to fuck me, and I was definitely ready as I was horned-up and absolutely wanted it, but but I also love being kissed. He held himself a bit more erect, my legs anchored on his shoulders, and rode my tight hole. I don’t get fucked enough and I imagine the friction on his cock told him as much. We stared directly into each other’s eyes. We had talked for months about what it will be like when we hooked up, what it would be like when he fucked me bareback, and how much he got off on the thought of infecting neg bottoms – especially when the bottom begs for it. I finally blurted out, “Fuck me man … I want your poz load inside me,” somehow sensing that he'd understand how desperate I was to have his poz cum inside my body He doesn’t say a word he just looks at me with a grin that says, “yeah fucker … you’re gonna take as much poz cum as I give you, I want you poz”. His eyes close a moment as he slowly fucks me and a moan escapes his lips, “Yes …. Fuck yes…. Been waiting for this”, “Me too man”. He fucks me like that for a good 10 minutes, not a lot of talking just the sounds of his cock and balls using my ass, but we know what we both want him to do and that mental connection is enough to keep thinks hot and heavy. When he leaves and drives back home I know we both want the HIV in his cum to have made its way into my bloodstream so that the next time I test I will get a positive result. Just thinking that he wants this as much as I do really makes me hard. Finally I feel I need to state that I want that first load, and I start talking filthy, “Fuck yea dude … you’re gonna fucking infect my neg ass, gonna give it to me, fuck me the way you did that guy told me about … convert me like you did him”, “Yes, yes … ohhhhhhhhhh fuck yes”. I just keep egging him on and on using my ass muscles to squeeze his cock on the outstroke while saying nasty things I know will make him need to cum. His face is sweating against my hairy leg and we’re both working him towards an orgasm that’s been several months in the making. My cock is leaking tons of precum now but I rarely cum during sex and being a bottom I want all of the attention focused on his cock and anything that makes him nut. “I want it PandB … I want your poz virus in me, … fucking infect me”, “Yeah … yeah”, he doesn’t say much. He’s sweating, the room is warm, and I know he’s focused entirely on using my ass as a receptacle for that unmedicated poz load. I’m pretty sure we’re going to do this 10 more times over the course of the weekend, but right now I just need his cum inside me so I can carry around his bug while we watch tv, kiss, cuddle and goof off. Also, the longer his load is in me, the more likely it’ll be absorbed into my body, and I’ll end up HIV-positive. “I want this dude … I want to be poz like you … I want to be poz”, that sets him off, “Hot fucker!! I’m gonna breed that neg ass … Gonna fuck it, breed it, and when I’m gone I guarantee you, you WILL be infected with HIV”. Then I hear the orgasm coming, “Uhhhhhhh… ohhhhhh god,…. Oh fuck, I’m close … I’m close”, I use that to squeeze down on his cock harder, “You want this”, “Fuck yeah I do”, “You want it … you wa…. UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH FUCK !!!! OH FUCK !!!!!”, and his first load of poz cum is squirting into my ass. “Fuck! Give me that poz … “, but he cuts me off, “FUCK FUCK….. OH FUCK I’m cummmming so hard babe”. The rest of weekend went much the same, I took 12 more loads from him (gotta love youth). I messaged him on the 9th day after that weekend; I had the flu. I felt shitty but he had no sympathy for me. He told me it was fucking hot and exciting that we’d had sex and now I was sick. He said I was a bottom who barebacked and I deserved this for letting him cum inside me. I knew he was right, but I also knew I wouldn’t get hard over it until I got to feeling better.

Kyle is a hot young twink, who has a boyfriend. He and his boyfriend have been together for many years and are generally happy together. However, one day they we fighting. Kyle had been staying with his boyfriend, but decided he was going to go back to his apartment to cool off. This is the decision that changed everything for Kyle. This is what happened once Kyle got back to his apartment. Kyle got back to his apartment early in the morning, around 8 AM. Kyle was a very horny guy all the time, so even in times of high emotion he wanted sex. Kyle's roommate was not home when he got there, so he decided to log onto Grindr and see who might be interested in a hookup. Being so early in the morning, there were not a terribly large amount of guys online, and many of those who were online were not looking and just passing their time at work scrolling through the boys. Kyle did see a guy online who was usually relatively close to him that he had long though was extraordinarily sexy. He had tattoos that Kyle especially liked, and an amazing body. Kyle had not messaged his Adonis on Grindr before though, because he had these 3 letters on his profile: "PNP". Kyle knew that his boyfriend was not a fan of that activity so he elected previously not to engage in such activities. Today though was different. Kyle was horny, there were limited options, and he currently didn't give a flying fuck about his boyfriend. He made his decision, before he realized it, there was a chat bubble from him to Star Tattoo boy that said "Hey, What's up?". He didn't really expect a response, because really, who that is that pretty on Grindr is real, or not stuck up as fuck. To his surprise just a moment later, his phone buzzed. Kyle opened Grindr and saw a message from Star Tat boy: "Sup, lookin to pnp?" HOLY FUCK, Kyle couldn't believe it. He immediately responded: "FUCK YES, anything to get naked with you." Start Tat guy responded quickly informing that he had favors, but couldn't host or drive. Kyle happily offered to go pick up him up. Matt introduces himself, and asks the typical Grindr questions: Top or Bottom, Poz or Neg, Into?, & are you free now. Kyle said he was a versatile top, neg, openminded, and free immediately. Matt was happy to hear these things. He asked for a few pictures, and sent some himself. The fist picture was of his 7"x6" monster cock, to which he captioned "TOP Only". Kyle, though usually a top was perfectly fine with this, as he enjoyed bottoming for cocks bigger than his own 7"x5" cock. They both liked each other's pictures, so it was ON. Matt asked Kyle if he had any pipes or lighters. Kyle was hesitant to answer, because he knew that some party guys didn't want to have the responsibility of partying with a first-timer. He finally told Matt that he had never partied before, but really really wanted to try, and try it with him. Matt did not see this as an issue. He just wanted to make sure that Kyle had the entire day to himself, and that they would have privacy. Kyle assured him he had all day, and that he was home alone with a locking bedroom door, just in case his roomie came back. Matt told Kyle that he only fucked BB, no exceptions. This stoked Kyle, as he greatly preferred BB sex and only used condoms with hookups to appease his boyfriend. So with that Matt sent his address. Kyle put it into GPS, it was close, only about 15 minutes away. Once Kyle arrived at Matt's place, Matt was down and getting into his car in short order. Kyle had to stop and gaze at Matts perfect body for just a moment before he thew the car back in gear and headed back to his place. They guys made small talk, and discussed a little bit what partying for the first time was going to be like, getting Kyle very hard in the drivers seat. In almost no time they were back and up in Kyle's room. Matt wanted to start things off slow, which temporarily disappointed Kyle, but right after that Matt simply explained he wanted to get naked, get comfortable with each other, and maybe watch some porn before they started to party. Kyle's disappointment was quickly replaced with excitement as he started to get undressed, carefully watching Matt do the same. Matt's cock flopped out of the cute square cut trunks he was wearing, and Kyle knew he had to have that in his mouth so he dropped to his knees and started slowly licking the still soft, but girthy cock. Matt moaned for a minute and then went for the bed. Kyle took this opportunity to put some porn up on the TV, ensuring it was bareback porn. The two guys laid together kissing, caressing, & and enjoying each other's bodies. Once Matt felt comfortable he pulled away and suggested that they get out the pipe, load it up and take a few hits. This was the moment Kyle had been waiting for, his first chance to try PNP, and on top of that try it with a sexy guy like Matt. Matt showed himself to be truly skilled with a pipe. He got it loaded and struck up the lighter. He explained that he had to melt down the crystals, then once they were in a puddle, he would let them cool down. Kyle watched curiously as Matt once again started to heat the bottom of the bowl, slowly rolling it back and forth until a thick white smoke started to form. He held his lips close to the pipe without touching it and began to inhale deeply and slowly. He then started to slowly exhale a large cloud of smoke that never seemed to end. He repeated this process two more times, and offered Kyle his first hit. He coached him to slowly inhale, and hold it in for just a moment before exhaling so the smoke didn't re-crystalize in his lungs. Matt held the end of the pipe near Kyle lips and began to rock the bowl again, once the wispy curls of smoke began to form, he instructed Kyle to begin inhaling. Kyle exhaled a could almost as big as he had just seen Matt do a moment ago. He nearly immediately started to feel different. The feeling started radiating through his entire body. He felt wonderful. Matt helped hm with 2 more hits, took another himself and asked Kyle how he felt. Kyle felt wonderful, like he had never felt before, and like he couldn't resist touching Matt's body all over. ....Do you want more?

find u as you were getting off work and corner u in a brick alleyway wearing shorts and a tank. Tell u that u look hot and useful. Shove my arm pit in your face and make u lick it. While i use my other hand to find ur ass. Spin you around and make u eat some brick. Rip the butt of ur pants open as i lean over ur back one arm shivung u into the brick. Breathing in ur ear as i tell u "i have been watching u, i have been wanting ur ass for ever and i just couldnt wait any longer. I know u are a btm slut whore parading around as a top but u need to be fucked and ruined."As my fingers find ur ass and start moving toward ur hole i feel disappointment in not finding it lubed or leaking cum. I tell u this and smack u for it. To prove my point i keep pushing and digging with my finger in ur dry hole as u squirm and whine into the wall. "See this would be much easier if u just kept it lubed" as i keep digging in ur ass. Eventually finding my way in and grabbing any ass juice i can find to pull out to lube up your hole. "Sorry man i dont eat dry hole, only wet sloppy hole, so guess i will have to make u that way" Take my cock from my shorts and place the tip on ur hole as i precum on it. "Now here is the deal, take my whole cock without screaming and i let u go after i finish with u here. Scream and i own ur ass till i decide its no longer worthy" In one swift motion i try to sink my 7x5 cock to the hilt. 5 inches in ur ass lube runs out. U scream in pain. Ur hole goes super tight. I moan in pleasure. I whisper in your ear " Now ur mine and next time i'll have my piercings in." U groan as i try to slide out. U wont let my cock go though so i have to saw ur ass for a moment. Im far too turned on by the ass i have wanted forever and the tightness of the hole and want to last but ur hole is trying to persuade my cock juice out of my balls. Once u let my cock go i pull out and add some spit. Putting it back in ur hole is still tough but ur gasps and cries are keeping me plenty hard. I finally get fully into ur ass. I feel my dick touching ur back wall and ur body shaking from the invasion. Finally i decide that since im taking u home that i should give u the first of many loads. I dont pull out far i wanna poind the wall that gives u pain and makes u squirm. After a few minutes of listening to ur cries i put ny hand over ur mouth and wipe ur tears with my other hand. I dribble the tears on the base of my cock and finally i am ready to seal the deal. I feel it building in my balls. I push into u hard and unload a large loud load into ur ass. "Your cum tunnel is now open for buisness." And there is more where that came from.

One of the things many bottom cumsluts have in common is we'll do just about anything to find guys who want to breed when we're feeling it. Among those efforts, for me, is the craigslist (CL) ad. I've had enough success using CL that, despite the crazy and frustrating flakes, I keep employing the list sometimes when I'm in heat. For the life of me though, I cannot figure some of the craziness out. I think I kinda get the responses of guys who are prolly married or closeted and just getting off on talking, but have no intention of hooking or chicken out last minute. I can wrap my head around those guys (so to speak). But I'm becoming convinced there is something more sinister afoot at CL. Case in point: I ran an ad today and got, really straight forward and to the point. Even the title was "cumdump." I got 4 responses. and they all seemed legit, but I'm beginning to wonder if there's not some religious conspiracy or something to try and frustrate cumsluts lol? I've gotten to the place where I don't give out my actual house address till the very end, and I like to have some exchange first to try and vet the person and determine if they're for real. These guys all answered questions and sent pics, and got as far as my street and cross street info, but they all disappeared after saying they wanted to come over. This one in particular cracked me up: One of the guys sent a hot pic and a coherent note responding to my ad as if he'd actually read it. Then wrote saying he just got off work asked if I was ready. I replied "yes" and he disappeared. Then 5 hours later I get an email from him "where?" blink. this was my response, but I swear I'm replying to some sort of sophisticate bot... I just can't figure the purpose? lol you: "are you ready now? I just got off work." me: "yes" you (5 hours later): "where?" rolls eyes

Not yet but want to, anyone in London fancy joining me?

Nothing beats a butt full of cum, so I have to say I want it inside my greedy ass. That is one thing about bb porn that pisses me off. I'd be like, "I got fucked on camera totally raw -I want my load!". I've seen a few videos where you could really see the top's cock and balls convulsing as he unloaded inside the bottom. Those are the best for me, and you know the bottom is getting his payday.

Was in Berlin before Christmas and made my usual trip to the Boiler when in the city. Once again I wasn't disappointed with the cock that wanted to fuck bareback. I love Glory Holes so I did a lot of action there, took three bareback loads there and then moved on to a sling. I love having my legs wide open and cum oozing from my hole. A couple of guys came in and on fingering my cunt smiled and asked me in German if I wanted some more loads mixed in with what I had...oh yes please! As one started to finger my hole and then slip his nice thick 7" cock in me and pound my cunt, the other guy went off and came back with another friend of theirs...suffice to say that I swallowed a lot of cock down my throat...and took all their loads deep in my guts. I thought that would be that, but as I started to walk away from the sling another guy came up, bent me over and fucked me, depositing his load in me too. I later found out that he likes to fuck guys who have a few loads in them and my 'fuck friends' had told him that they had just triple teamed me in the sling and that I was a barebacker. Love the Boiler well worth a visit if you're in Berlin.

Tonight I traveled to the tops' apartments - Got fucked by 5 guys in about 3 hours and got 4 loads... By the last two fucks there was a puddle of cum under where we fucked I had so much in my ass...

Robert just moved into his new home after taking his new position as an associate professor of computer science at the local university. He had relocated to take this position and reboot his personal life after his girlfriend left him for one of his co-workers. His home was a 3-bedroom which was more than enough to allow for him to setup an office at home and still have a guest bedroom just in case. Robert was a 32yo at 6’3” 260 pounds who was hairy all over which was something his previous girlfriend hated. What Robert didn’t know was what his former girlfriend didn’t like about his looks his new neighbors next door would love. Next door to Robert lived Angelo and Tony who had been together for 15 years. Both of them you could describe as your prototypical “bears” with Angelo being 52yo 5’8” 275 pounds while Tony was a 47yo 6’1” 290. Angelo and Tony were known to throw wild parties in the neighborhood utilizing their pool and basement playroom to entertain. The previous owner of Robert’s place had been a very close friend of Angelo and Tony who was part of many a threesome or moresomes with them. Tony and Angelo loved to bring new guys into their scene and would think nothing of seducing a straight guy into playing for what they viewed was the right team. Both Angelo and Tony were HIV+ and the only drugs they would take were party favors they broke out with their guests. One of Angelo and Tony favorite guests was Sam who was a 34yo 6’0” 180” guy who had a clean cut businessman’s look but was as dirty as you think behind close doors. What made Sam their favorite guest was that Sam was their connection to getting any party favor needed. Sam had played with Tony and Angelo many times and was carrying their strain in his seed. One day Sam was over with Tony and Angelo to discuss what they would want for their next party when they all saw Robert moving in. Angelo and Tony saw Robert for the first time in his shorts without a shirt on unpacking boxes and immediately started drooling. Both of them imagines having their new neighbor over for some playtime and immediately began to think about how do get to know him. Sam was smitten with Robert as well and told Angelo and Tony he wanted to get close with their new neighbor as well and would make it worth Angelo and Tony’s time to make that connection. What Angelo and Tony didn’t know was who was their new neighbor let alone if he was straight bi or gay. Angelo decide that he would walk over to make the introduction to their new neighbor and see what the story was on their new neighbor. When Angelo walked over to introduce himself to Robert he was wearing very form fitting bicycle shorts which would help see what reaction he could get out of his neighbor and was hoping for one that indicated interest in Angelo’s package. Angelo rang the door bell and Robert answered it and subconsciously looked down at Angelo and saw Angelo’s cock outlined in his very tight shorts. Angelo didn’t say anything about the look but internally smiled knowing he had peaked some interest. Angelo asked Robert what he did and Robert explained that he was teaching computer science at the local university and had chosen this neighborhood as it was close enough to campus so he could tutor students outside of class if needed. When Angelo heard that a very evil thought popped into his head about using Robert as a means to get to and corrupt some college age students. Angelo’s asked more about Robert’s past and heard about the break up with his girlfriend and began to realize that seducing Robert if done correctly could be extremely worthwhile. He knew Robert was ripe to be turned onto gay sex and he could turn him onto Sam with a little help from tony, Sam and some of Sam’s parTy favors. What Angelo wanted to find out before ending this initial meeting was the reaction when Robert would learn that living next door was a gay couple in Angelo and Tony. When Angelo told Robert about his partner Tony, he could see a moment of hesitation in Robert’s response but then he also saw Robert’s cock starting to tent in his shorts as he said that was cool and would like to meet Tony as well. Angelo sensing there was potential invited Robert over to his place for a welcome to the neighborhood dinner for that Friday so he could meet Tony. What Robert didn’t know was that in addition to Tony, their friend Sam would be there as well to provide some favors and more End of Part 1 ….

February 20th, 2007, my birthday. I’d been chatting with my gifter for a while. I knew that I wanted it, but I was also afraid. I had thought about it often, but always backed out. He was into chems, fisting, and was poz (REALLY POZ). We had talked on the phone for a while, sharing thoughts, ideas, crazy things that might happen or did happen in our lives, how he had been pozzed, etc. I was a good intelligent man, who just happened to love taking cock. We talked about how he felt when he was fucking, and how much I’d love it, when he seeded my hole. I can see now that he was seducing me to the idea of taking his poz loads and I was eating it up. Taking advantage my weakness, my willingness, but it was ok. I think in my mind it was just a fantasy and the things we talked about weren’t really going to happen, even though I was sort of hoping it would. I wasn’t really going to submit my body to the ravages of HIV; it was just talk, right? So I booked the hotel and the flight to Portland. I arrived that morning, it was raining, but there he was waiting by the baggage claim. He looked more real that I had imagined him to be. Funny how I thought he would have horns, or a dark shadow clinging to him. We got on the tram together and headed to his house. He said it was close. I was nervous now, but he calmed me and told me everything was going to be ok. He’d watch out for me and to trust him. We took the short walk to the house, and he showed me the shower and told me to clean out. I took my time and did a good job, preparing myself for him. When I came back to the kitchen, he had the meth out and was measuring it, mixing it, putting part of it into a needled syringe and part into a syringe that didn’t have needle. I watched fascinated almost hypnotized. I had never seen anything like this before in real life, only on the television. He then looked at me and asked if I was ready. I was scared, but somehow thought it would still turn out to be just a fantasy and that he’d shoot himself up and that would be that. After all, I don’t do drugs. I put on my underwear and followed him out the back door, to a garden shed in the back yard, my soon to be birth chamber. Inside the small shed was a portable heater on the floor, a roll of paper towels, some shelves with dildos and lube, and a sling. I had never been fucked in a sling before, so that was going to be a first for me. The first of many firsts, which would happen to me on that day. He helped me slide into the sling, and adjusted me, so my ass was at the edge and easy access for his use. My feet were pushed through the straps, making certain I wasn’t able to pull myself out of the sling. My head was slightly lower than my ass, but I didn’t think anything of it at the time. Guess, he didn’t want anything to leak out. My cock was hard and standing up, ready for action. He made certain that I was well situated in the sling, and was comfortable since I was going to be there a while. He reached over and got the syringe that didn’t have the needle in it. My hole was still a bit loose from the douching out, so I didn’t struggle much when He inserted into my ass. He pushed down on the plunger saying “This might burn for a bit.” He then walked around to my head and adjusted the straps that went around my wrists on the chains by my head, to make certain I was secured in place. I pulled on the straps experimentally, I was pretty comfortable and my cock was hard, thinking about getting fucked in his sling. I leaned my head back in the sling and tried to relax. I closed my eyes and felt the “burn” he was talking about, but it felt very good. He told me “You’ve just had your first booty bump.” I tried to concentrate on the feeling of my heart beating and the burn in my ass. The temperature seemed to jump and my heart was racing, when I realized that he had slipped his cock into me. It felt so good that I laid back and willed my hole to open to take more of him into me. The fact that he was fucking me bare and was poz only made it hotter somehow. It didn’t seem real; like it was happening to someone I was watching on a porn film. I don’t remember his first load into me, but my body did. All of a sudden, my hole started clenching and pulling, milking his cock with every muscle in my being. I was being impregnated by His seed, and all my body knew was how much it wanted it. It just felt so good to feel his cock inside of me, breeding me, making me his boy, my body instinctively pulling it deeper inside of me to grow. I have no idea how long he fucked me or how many loads he gave me, when he pulled out and fingered me a bit. He moaned at how sloppy my hole was and how open it was. He then walked around to the side of the sling; He tied the sling wrist straps down securely. I was still out of it some, my body screaming for His cock. The fact that I was naked in a garden shed, with a small heater, in February, didn’t matter, I felt hot and flushed and oh so very horny. My head was rolling from side to side and my eyes were closed, but I could hear him moving around. We had talked earlier on the phone about a fantasy of mine. He pulled out a red bandana from somewhere, put it between my teeth and tied it around my head. “Look at me,” he said. I opened my eyes, and watched as he tied His arm with a rubber tube, then took the meth loaded syringe, found a vein and stuck it into his right arm. He pushed the plunger down about halfway, I watched fascinated as the semi-clear liquid went into His arm. He held it there for a few seconds, breathing deep, and then pulled the plunger out, and I saw the red tint of His blood start to mix with the remaining meth to fill the syringe. He pulled off the rubber tube with his teeth. I looked at His face, it wasn’t an expression, I recognized, and his eyes glittered like they were made of black glass. He reached over, tied the rubber tube around my arm, making my veins stand up, and started examining my arm, looking for a good vein. I remember, trying to say “No, no”, but the bandana was muffling my voice. He found the vein and said, “Here”. I remember tightening up a bit, but He had a firm grip on my arm. “Don’t move!” He commanded and for some reason that I still don’t understand, I obeyed him. My eyes widened as I saw him put the needle into my vein and I remember shaking my head from side to side. I started to breathe hard, fast shallow breaths through my nose. This is real! It is going to really happen! I was staring at the blood/meth filled syringe when he said “Look at me.” I looked in his eyes and felt him push the plunger down. He pulled out the needle, massaged the vein for a moment and then untied my gag. I looked at my arm, where I had been injected, and started to freak out. “Oh God, what have I done? What have I done? Help me! Jesus, help me!” I was crying out. I was panting in my terror. He looked at my face and pulled off the rubber tube, allowing the meth and his toxic blood to flow throughout my body. His bugs already starting their deadly work as they barebacked on the meth. He didn’t say a word as the drug took hold of my mind and body. He just walked down to my spread legs, shoved his hard cock into my hole, wrapped his arms around the chains of the sling, started pinching his nipples and began fucking me with full deep strokes. I looked deep into his glittering eyes. I’m sure he saw the horror in my eyes quickly turning into lust as he smiled and said the words I’ll never forget, “It’s too late. It’s too late” At that point, I realized he was right, it was too late. I wasn’t going to escape; I was going to be poz from this day forward. As, my mind tried to cope with that reality, he was delivering another load of seed into my body, and my ass was pulling and flexing, milking every drop into me. The drugs were hitting me hard and only one thing mattered; that was taking every drop of cum from my Father’s balls into me. “Please, please take my last neg load. I give it to you; I want you to have it. Help me give it to you.” I had to cum for him. Right then, the cum leaked out of my soft cock, He saw it, scooped some it up with his two fingers and put them into my mouth to suck clean. “This is the last neg load you’ll ever have.” And then he scooped some up, put the fingers into his mouth, and licked it clean, taking it into his body. My second load came just moments after my last neg load. He repeated the process, only this time; I was shaking, moaning, and begging for his cock. “Is this my first poz cum?” He looked down at me still fucking and said “The first of many, to spread to others.” Which wasn’t true, but in my fucked up mind, I swear that I could feel the bug swimming in my cum. “Yes Father, yes, I want to spread you to others. You’ll live forever in those I breed, just like all those who came before you live in you. Just like you’ll live in me. As I cum in them, part of my seed will be yours.” There was more talk, some of it I remember, some of it only comes to me in my dreams. The drug filled haze of my body and mind, made me into a cum whore. All I wanted was his cock and to be filled over and over with his seed.

Steam Room Breeding Chapter 1. I was out of town for a conference, staying at a really swanky hotel in Amsterdam, the kind with it’s own spa and sauna area. I finished my morning lectures and presentations and didn’t have anything all afternoon until a dinner meeting. After walking around town a bit, I went back to the hotel to change and explore the sauna area. Some of my straight colleagues had told me about the sorts of antics that went on there during past conferences. A manager told me that he got a handjob from another guy once. I suspected that if he admitted to a handjob, he probably did more. Another junior manager told me that he saw two guys blowing each other, which probably meant he was the one sucking cock. Hearing these straight guys, in Amsterdam no less, talking so lasciviously about a hotel sauna, I wondered what they must have though of the Red Light District… I thought their idea of deviant behavior was somehow quaint. Anyway, I skyped my boyfriend back home and told him I was going to go exploring. He winked at me, and told me to have a good time, and then told me that he would be entertaining a few friends of his own that afternoon. I knew he’d wind up taking loads, so there was nothing to stop me from having some raunchy sweaty fun. I went downstairs and was disappointed to find that the whole spa area was closed for the day for cleaning. Just my luck. I went back to my room and found a few overtly gay saunas online and headed that way. I found the address and was buzzed in. I saw a poster with a comic of an asshole leaking cum and some Dutch writing I couldn’t understand, but I did note today’s date featured prominently. I walked in, and the attendant spoke to me in perfect English, asking if I was a member, I told them no and that I was just visiting. He smiled and said, members only, but that today there was a special offer. I handed over the cash, paid my admission, and he gave me a yellow bracelet and told me to wear it so that members would recognize me as a newcomer and welcome me. I thanked him, and headed to the locker room to get rid of my clothes and into a towel. I shucked off my clothes as two guys came in, sweaty and smiling. They noticed my bracelet, smiled at me, and dropped their towels. Both were semi-hard, and one had a glistening cock that looked like he had just been fucking. He shook his cummy cock at me, smiling, as his buddy bent over the bench and pulled his cheeks apart, showing off a sloppy freshly-bred asshole. My mouth started to water. They laughed and said something in Dutch that I didn’t understand. ‘English,’ the top asked me. ‘American.’ I replied. ‘He wants to know if you want to fuck him…’ I was instantly rock hard and walked up to the bottom’s upturned ass. "Condom?" I asked. They both shook their heads no, and the bottom spread his cheeks wider. I lined up my raw cock and slapped it against his shiny wet hole. He backed up onto it, and I gasped as I easily slid all the way inside. The top walked up behind me and tweaked my nipples, sliding his slimy cock between my ass cheeks. The bottom sank himself until my balls were tight against him. They both babbled in Dutch as I pounded that hole. "Breed him," the top hissed into my ear. I could feel my orgasm building in my gut, and shot my load into his eager friend’s ass. I bent forward to catch my breath, still inside the wet hole below me. The top took that as an invitation and lurched forward, tearing my ass open. I knew he was in me raw, and I didn’t stop him. He had been rubbing off against my ass, surely leaking precum. That precum and the bottom’s ass juice still on his cock were the only lube as he jackrabbited against my ass. His fucking kept me hard, and even though the bottom was still, he was clenching his gut muscles. Just as the top started breathing more quickly and fired off his load into me, I lost another load inside the bottom. The top pulled out and walked into the showers, smiling at me, and beckoning for his friend to join him. The bottom kissed me on the mouth and fingered my ass a bit. He stammered as best as he could in English, "Nothing like fresh toxic cum…." My jaw dropped, and then I shrugged as I thought to myself 'My boy and I had both been taking cum from strangers for a long time. We certainly must had taken more than one POZ load. No big deal, right?'. Then why was I getting hard again, especially after just having cum twice? To be continued…

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.

BB porn is great, but often disappoints a little when the top pulls out, unloads on the bottom's hole, and (better) pushes back in and maybe fucks the cum in hard (even better) or gives a few gentle strokes. it's obvious why the producers do it like this (to show that the top has cum), but breeding perfection for me is when my top goes as deep as he can in my ass to dump his load, and stays there till he's finished. if we wants to then fuck it in, great, but I want all of it as deep in my guts as I can get it. If he's big enough and deep enough to get past my second ring, even better. what do other bottoms like best?

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When I was younger and married I used to hook up on the DL, usually in restrooms. One guy became a regular and would wait for me at a particular restroom. He'd spit on his cock and slide under the stall wall and I'd sit on it and he'd breed me. One time he followed me from the mall where we hooked and found the office building where i worked. He made an appointment to see me, ostensibly to sell me something. I had no idea who it was until he showed up. He saw how my office was set up. He left a note on my car to meet him in the downstairs restroom when he drove by (he knew I could see all the cars that drove by from my corner office since he'd been there, it had floor to ceiling windows). Once I was with my wife and he walked past us in the mall, so he knew I was married. I was scared to death he was going to expose me, and he knew it and pretty much had a hole to fuck anytime he wanted, and he'd subtly hint he'd expose me if I ever said no. Looking back on it as I am now, it's really hot to me because I'm a slut now, but then I was conflicted and scared and he used it to his advantage.

Not an orgy as such, but once in the Steamworks in Edinburgh whilst in their Labyrinth of so called "theme" rooms I come across this guy with several other Tops who are fucking him. I go closer and see that they are all bare so this of course arouses me. I walk on over few head shakes and wait. I hear the bottom as the next top gets ready to enter him ask him if he is negative as he only wants neg cum. Now me being me this makes my cock even harder. I can sense the precum. So I think to myself should I or shouldn't I?. In the end I decide if he is taking it bare I shall give it him bare. It gets to my turn, he asks the question so I mumble an answer and in I go. He was probably early 50s. So I do what I do and empty a load into his ass which looked well used, so all the better. I turn and leave without saying a word, I presume somewhere out there is a guy that went into the Sauna neg and came out poz.

"Pig Breeding With Ugly/unattractive Men" One of the things I love about my sexuality is how it has taught me to question the status quo. If it weren't for my sexuality I never would have questioned my absurd religious upbringing, which is just a form of cultural ethnocentricity. For me, that questioning has extended to tons of notions for instance ideas/definitions of beauty and "ugly." I understand that our response of attraction to another person is not necessarily cerebral, prolly largely emotional, but I do think a lot of it is learned behavior... and what makes it "right" or "true?" Being a cumslut bottom has gone a long way towards getting me past my ideas of beauty, mainly because my drive to be bred and have a mans orgasm in me has kind of overcome my learned emotional dispositions about "ugly/unattractive." What's the result? Guys who might normally experience rejection, loneliness and go without have the opportunity to experience pleasure and touch with another human being. So how is being a slut who loves making others orgasm a bad thing vs a discriminating, superior snob who makes others feel rotten to elevate their own self worth a 'good' thing to be emulated and prized?

I used to feel ashamed. I suppose I still do once in a while, especially if I'm in the dr's office repeatedly. It's clear that I don't use protection but my thought has always been that at least I'm there getting treated. I may end up with something pretty frequently, but I'm not gonna be the one passing it on to people, thus I'll always go get checked & treated.

Thanks. That's pretty much what I thought. All the shame-based stuff society loads us up with still carries through no matter how sexually open and libertine one is. Me too. There is still a part of me that sees have an STI as something shameful and wrong. It's stupid as, in most cases, it's just the equivalent of a "cold." But I am going to go to monthly STI checks this year. I'm planning on having as much fun as possible and want any "attachments" removed as soon as possible.

Just before Xmas I went to The Vault in London. As far as the kind of fun I like goes, it can be hit and miss but this was a good night... Lost count of how many guys I fucked - there are plenty of willing bottoms around, but did manage to snag some action with a spanish guy who took me to one of the alcoves and despite my reservations (he was a lot bigger than I'd usually take) he worked some magic on my hole and before I knew it he was balls deep and whispering in my ear telling me to beg for his cum. I begged. He came. I wanted more but there's so much competition for so few tops, so made do with the one load...

on the topic of airport scanners some more eye candy from Australia! can't believe this was on our TVs not that long ago!

Hoping to get a couple of loads in me tonight...

Not sure, but if you went to the downstairs at Jackhammer or backroom at Touché, you should be able to get fucked bare.

great story ctcub. ain't relapse a wonderful thing. ;-)

Beds are a pain in the ass, the frame loosens up and it makes too much noise. So, in my boy's room I took out the frame and head board and put the mattress directly on the floor. No noise and as for laundering the sheets... don't use them. Bought a mattress protector for boys that wet their beds and took the sheets away. I have other options to fuck him in his room, some older guys have trouble getting up from a mattress on the floor. The best solution was a simple bar stool, I put a couple in there, just bend him over it and fuck him. Also have a chair and a couch in there for other choices.

Meet a couple on Bbrt last week and was finally able to connect with them last night. One top, one versatile, both fairly hung and nice big shooters. Once I arrived, they greeted me with a long three way kiss. We made our way to the bedroom and stripped off our clothes. I traded off sucking their dicks and rimming them. They both rimmed me then took turns pounding my hole. Each one bred me, after a short break, they both bred me again. I licked their dicks clean for the second time while trying to hold all their cum in. I tro d to scope as much cum out with my fingers to swallow it but it was like a flood and dripping out of my hole. I tried to clean up as best I could but could feel my jeans getting wet. I can still feel their seed inside me today.

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Once they climbed back onto the bed, things didn't die down a bit. Kyle put on some porn, bareback of course. Matt grabbed his iPad, he was tweaking a bit at this point. Kyle took this opportunity to explore Matt's body more. Kyle caressed Matt's biceps, chest, back, muscle ass, and strong legs. Matt was not a hairless or shaved guy, but he was definitely not hairy. Kyle had a bit of a fetish for body hair. Matt's was perfect. The hair was soft, and evenly spread on Matt's legs and arms. Matt also sported one of the sexiest treasure trails Kyle had ever seen. Though Matt made it no secret that he did not bottom, but Kyle soon discovered that he did enjoy his hole being licked, rubbed, massaged, & teased with a nice spit sloppy cock. In between Matt showing off pictures of prior playmates, guys messaging him on Grindr, and video's prominently featuring his gorgeous cock raw fucking various twinks, Kyle made a personal game out of seeing how hot and heavy he could make Matt so he could penetrate ever so much more and more into Matt's tight and fur covered hole. Matt could not hide the pleasure he felt from the teasing cock on his puckered hole. When Matt knew he was nearly going to succumb to the incessant dick, he decided to switch things up. He reached for the almost forgotten pipe and lit it up. After taking in a few clouds, he passed the pipe to his bed mate. Matt advised Kyle that it would be in his best interest to kill the pipe, or at least smoke all he could handle. As a result of the combination of the iPad content, and the body worshiping/hole teasing Matt was seriously horny, and ready to plunge his dick in Kyle's bare hole again, this time though with much more energy, and force. Matt was dying to pound that hole. Kyle was diligently and happily making the clouds he was told to make. Kyle had not realized how much the effects of their original smoke session had worn off, until he began to feel the familiar effects of the pleasurable smoke. Kyle became so wrapped up in his enjoyment of the second wave of PNPing, that he didn't keep track or realize just how much was in the pipe that was was instructed to kill. Kyle was flying, high, higher than he initially was when this hookup started. It didn't take long for Matt to see how much his playmate was affected by that magic girl Tina. He could see that Kyle was now craving for his hole to be filled just as much as he wanted to fill it. Matt recovered the nearly spent pipe from Kyle and took one last long puff of the remaining ice in preparation of his plan to own that willing hole. Matt began by pulling Kyle down on the bed, so he could throat fuck his wiling new friend. Once Matt's cock was so hard he felt like almost anything could make him cum, he pulled his cock out of Kyle's mouth, flipped him over on his stomach, and lined his wet throbbing cock up to Kyle's pulsing pucker. With a single and powerful thrust, he was pushing through the second O ring. He knew that this was the point of no return for Kyle, and he had a bottom that was up for anything he wanted to do to it. Kyle, unable to concentrate on much else other than the extreme waves of pleasure radiating through his body, was unaware of the thoughts the man that was pounding his hole was having.

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Matt of course had no problem with this, and simply laid back to enjoy Kyle's actions. Every so often, Matt would reach over to the pipe and have them both take more hits. Kyle was getting to be quite high after a while of being with Matt. They were both enjoying each other's bodies. Kissing, rubbing, and working each others cocks. To Kyle's surprise, Matt enjoying when he would rub his cock on and tease Matt's hole with it. Kyle was getting more and more turned on, so he decided to go for the plunge to Matt's warm and tight hole. Matt, swiftly and gracefully pulled his arse away and rolled over to lay on his back. Sensually he reminded him that he was a top only, and just enjoyed have his ass played with around and not in his hole. Kyle politely apologized with a kiss to Matt's lips. Matt saw this as a good time to take control of the rendezvous. He lit up and rolled the bowl for several more hits (more for Kyle, than himself) and even had to reload the pipe, as they had smoke a good deal by now. Matt was an expert tease. He touched Kyle, and did things to him that made him moan and squirm all over the bed. Once Matt had him good and worked up, he turned over and started jacking off to the porn. Kyle was hot, he was so horny now; more horny than he had ever been before in his life. The combination of the Tina running through his system, and the amazing sexy guy who he had wanted forever had him willing to do anything to start getting Matt to work him over again. From earlier in their day, he had learned that Matt liked being rimmed exceptionally more than anything else Kyle had done to him, so that's what he did. He went to town on Matt's round juicy ass. Matt could not control himself. He was moaning and writhing in pleasure for as long as he could take it. When he couldn't stand it any more, he pulled himself away from the tongue that was giving him so much pleasure and reached for the pipe; this time not for himself, but for Kyle. He told him to take a few hits, on his own this time while dismounting from the bed. He had Kyle get off the bed so he could lean him over the edge and stick out his ass, so he could begin to rim him. The sensation of taking a hit, while having his ass expertly licked was overwhelming and he didn't even notice when the tongue was replaced by a slick wet throbbingly hard dick. Three solo hits later, he realized that Matt was rubbing his cock up and down his ass, stopping each way at his hole and teasing it with his girthy head. Kyle even in his elevated state and knowing that he wanted to take this magnum sized cock began to wonder if he would be able to take it, so he with difficulty to keep his train of thought while he was being pleasured so greatly asked for more time to open up for Matt's amazing member. Matt was to turned on to hear or understand this request, and continued with his rubbing and teasing, each time going in just a little bit further into Kyle's pink hole. Just a few minutes later, he slowly was sliding his entire cock into the new to PNP luscious hole. Kyle immediately felt a wave of pleasure surge though his body, a wave that lingered and echoed throughout his body. Once the surges of pleasure begin to dissipate a bit, he began to feel Matt's thick and perfect cock sliding easily in and out of his hole. He was in complete ecstasy and briefly wondered why he ever wanted to delay feeling that wonderful cock fulling up his ass. Clearly Matt was enjoying himself because this went on for what seemed like half an hour to them. Once the standing began to take it's toll on them both, they moved back onto the bed. This was not any where near the end of things though, they would do much more as the day went on. Want to hear more? I have alot more story to write, if readers want to read it.

I learned long ago that looks aren't even close to everything. I'm willing to give most guys a shot as long as they don't stink and aren't jerks. Lots of ugly guys have nice cocks and are appreciative to have a hole to breed. Also, being addicted to cum, I really don't give a shit about looks as long as I'm filled.

When Angelo got back home Tony was lounging on their patio naked and his cock was semi-hard. Angelo proceeded to fill Tony in on his time with Robert including the lingering look Robert gave to Angelo bulge. As Angelo finished recounting his time with Robert, Tony had got up from his lounge chair and proceeded to pull down Angelo’s shorts to start slowing sucking on his semi hard cock. As Tony slowly licked up and down Angelo’s shaft, Angelo proceeded to think out loud about Robert. Angelo felt with the right inducement they would be able to turn Robert from straight as an arrow guy into not only a gay lover but one who would relish using his power over his students for his own benefit. All Robert needed was to be programmed a little bit and have his sensibilities “rebooted” accordingly. Angelo thought they could turn Robert into a versatile leather bear once he realized how hot he really was. His old girlfriend's ignorance on what was attractive would be a powerful incentive to help program Robert to be the man he should he. Angelo commented how many young and impressionable college students Robert could easily corrupt as their professor and once corrupted could become the plaything of the weekend or more for them. Tony was getting more excited by the moment and started to suck harder on Angelo when Angelo commented that he believed that Robert was watching from his window. Angelo decided that they should give Robert something to really remember. Angelo told Tony to lay on the lounge chair and slowly stroke his cock while Angelo went inside to get some favors. When Angelo returned he had two little baggies with him. The first one contained cocaine which he proceeded to place a small amount of his cock for Tony to snort. Tony wasted no time in doing so and then took Angelo’s 2nd little bag which contained some T and proceeded to give Angelo the booty bump he had been aching since their last party. Tony then proceeded to position angelo on all fours on the lounge chair looking at robert’s house and started to fuck Angelo long and hard. They both looked up to see Robert staying at them from his window but instead of moving away to hide the fact he had been seen Robert was to mesmerized by his neighbors to move. Robert proceeded to watch for another 15 minutes as he say Angelo being fucked right in front of him. Robert who hadn’t had any action for months since his break up felt his cock through his pants as hard as it had ever been. For the first time in his life Robert thought about what it would be like to fuck another guy and the thought led to Robert moving away from the window so he could undress and start to stroke his cock. Robert moved to his desk and started looking for some porn to watch to complete rubbing a load out but for the first time he looked for gay porn. He didn’t last a five minutes before shooting rope after rope of cum into his towel and when he was finished he took his finger to drip it in his cum and tasted it. He didn’t know why he felt that he should do that but he found the taste to be a bit salty but surprising enjoyable. Angelo and Tony looked up after a while and didn’t see Robert there any longer. They decided to go back inside to continue their playtime. Tony started discussing with Angelo how he could introduce himself to Robert and an idea came to him on how he might be able to introduce himself along with Sam to Robert sooner than their planned party. Tony had the urge to start the corruption of Robert as soon as possible and he wanted to have Sam there to setup things in motion. End of Part 2….

Chapter 2: I met Mike a couple of years back when I was just 21, a few weeks from my 22nd birthday, and we quickly became regular fuckbuds. At that time, I thought I was sexually adventurous. Mike, however, opened me up more sexually. Mike fucked me, occasionally shared his piss with me, and my favorite part, he liked group sex and took me to sex parties. It took almost no time before I was chasing the bug with him. I had always barebacked, without giving it much thought, now I hungry for a poz man’s cock. I wouldn’t say we were ever dating, but we were close, we had a lot of sex, and spent a lot of time together. I met Mike on BBRT. Another cute versatile guy among the hundreds. Mike’s profile listed his stats as 24, 5’7”, 135lbs, large cock and his HIV status read, 'Ask me'. I wasn’t sure about that part but I really wanted that cock in me; I was hot for him. I unlocked my pics and noticed he checked out my profile. A minute or two later he had unlocked and I had emails from him. I thought about it and supposed 'Ask me' might well mean he was HIV+, but I was interested, I replied and simply asked. Mike’s reply was “I'm probably neg, but always bareback and want guys to ask." "Why not just say 'Not sure'", I asked. He had no answer, but only replied “Looking .. text me,” giving me his number. I showered and cleaned out and in about 30 minutes was at his front door. He answered the door, looked like pics, but he had serious bed head. He was wearing a t-shirt and nothing else. We made eye contact, I smiled, “Haaaa… looks like I’m overdressed” I said, and in attempt to impress him, stripped right there in the foyer. He kissed me, “Let’s go to my bedroom.” He led me down the hall, I sat on the end of his bed, him standing over me, and we kissed again. It was amazing, his lips were so soft and when his tongue invaded my mouth I got an instant hard-on. He looked down at me, “You’re neg too?” I nodded, “Cool,” he murmured. I kept the eye contact as I lowered myself to my knees, licked the head of his cock while he watched, “Ahhhh … mmmmm … feels good," he moaned. I went slowly, licking the slit, then the head, then taking as much of his cock in as I could get. Back and forth I repeated the motions. I knew it was working, in 3.2 seconds he had become a leaky faucet of precum, and I was greedily swallowing every drop. His hands rested on my head as I serviced him. “Stand up," he ordered, and upon doing so, he again kissed me. Mike pointed to the bed, “Turn around and get on all fours. Show me that hot hole of yours." I climbed on the bed, head down, ass up, spreading my legs and ass with it – I wanted to feel vulnerable and exposed. I wanted him to fuck me. “So hot”, I hear him say softly. He got up on the bed close to me, and ran his hand over my ass and lightly into the crack … teasing. I heard what sounded like him pulling a finger from his mouth, then I felt pain, he shoved his middle finger right up inside me. “Ahhhhh … ahhhh,” I gasped. In a subdued voice he remarked “Mmmmm … Yeah that’s what you want … oh fuck that’s a nice, tight hole." I knew he was just looking down at me – lightly massaging inside me, this time he spoke up, “Yeah I’m gonna fuck and breed you like a little bitch. You’re queer for my seed ain’tcha?” The words were like a drug, “Yes … Yes I am." “Yes, what? You want this raw cock and seed?” This time I didn’t hold back, “Fuck yes I do! Fuck I want that raw cock and seed!" “That’s right boy .. mmmmm .. gonna breed that ass so deep.” Mike removed his finger from my ass, leaned in a little bit and then I could hear the lube as he stroked some on his cock a few times, then another squeeze, and I could feel cold lube running into the crack of my ass. “Bitch, it's time to breed that hole." He then placed one of his hands on my waist and I knew the other was on his cock; I could feel his cock head touching my hole. Mike was about to put that hot cock where his finger had been. I wanted it. I pushed back a little let him know. “Ahhhh … ! Ahhhhh fuck!”, I cried out as he pushed in and his big dick invaded the tight space of my ass. “That’s right boy … fuck, … ahhhh … that’s right, fuck … give that ass to me … gonna breed you so deep – fill you with cum." I knew Mike could feel how tight I was but it didn’t stop him from using slow, constant pressure n his cock, “That’s it … so hot … ahhhh… ahhhh... fuck yeah, .. fuck yeah," and he bottomed out, “That’s all of me babe … got that raw cock all the way in." I moaned, “MMMMMMMM”, it stung but feeling his hairy nuts touching my ass made me want his load that much more. He moved back out almost as slowly as he entered, then back in again. It didn’t take very long before he was pounding my ass hard. I could hear his balls slapping against my ass as he pushed all the way in. "Fuck me, mmmmmm… fuck … fuck … yeah, fuck me," I begged. Mike now grunted in reply “Fuck yeah, take my cock, bitch!” I kept my face down in the comforter as he rode my ass like a pro. I had been fucked many times before but Mike was riding this ass like a champion at a Rodeo. “Spread your cheeks more for me”, I reached back, “Yeah like that… like that”, it felt like that raw cock pushed in a little deeper, if that was even possible. “Fuck yeah … breed my ass … I want it. Fuck .. fuck .. yeah you want this dirty load don’t you?” I had no idea what we were even saying, “Yeah, I do," I replied. I was too involved to give any other reply. Mike rode me like that for a solid 10 minutes and I could tell from his grunts he was about to go over the edge. “ahhhhh … I’m close … fuck! … I’m getting close babe, … gonna dump this huge load inside you … ahhhh”, “Fuck yea … fuck I want it”. Mike made a few final firmly planted thrusts, and then it happened, “AHHHHHHHHHHHH … FUCKKKKK … FUCKKKKKK”, I felt him make one final thrust in deep and I knew he was squirting his load into my guts. “FUCK!”, he shouted, as I felt his cock spasm and the sweat from his balls against me. There was no mistaking I had just taken another man’s cum. We were both hot and sweating when the a/c kicked on … we stayed connected like that for a few more minutes, neither one of us wanting to move or let his cock slip out of my hole. “That was so hot .. did you get what you wanted?” It seemed a bit of an odd question, but I just replied with, “Fuck yeah I did. I wanted your big load. It was so hot." Mike withdrew and lay down beside me and we started to share soft kisses as we lay there just soaking in the whole experience. “So you like this raw cock huh?” “Love it … that was so hot.” “Nice … we gonna do it again?” I replied “Hell yeah, anytime.” “You up for group fun sometime, too? Fuck bud of mine loves breeding ass … he usually just fucks me." The image of Mike taking raw cock while fucking me went through my head, “Bareback?” “Yeah, it's the only way I get fucked," he replied. I just laughed, “Yeah, I’m up for that anytime." Mike looked at me, “Kevin … he’s poz … that still cool?” I hadn’t given it any thought before, but this made me acknowledge, even as hot as he was, I had just let another guy I didn’t really know cum inside my ass. I know there was a risk, but in the few seconds it took me to process his question I could tell he wasn’t sure if he should’ve said anything, so I just spit out, “I’m good … yeah,.. yeah, it's cool.” “You sure? I gotta say, I fuckin' love his cock too." “I’m sure, yeah, I’m sure. Will he want to fuck me?” “He might. Yeah, I think so. You might as well let him." “Yeah.” “You just took my cum, and he’s been fucking me for a while now.” I smiled back at Mike, “Yeah, he can definitely fuck me if he wants.” I swallowed hard, then I just kissed him. Mike just smiled a mischievous grin.

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Part 8 On the bus back home, Josh had lots of time to contemplate the trigger he just pulled: Not even out to most people in his life, he just had sex on camera with another man. And it wasn’t just porn, it would be perceived as pretty fucked up porn to most of the world: he begged for, and probably got, multiple STDs on film. But ever since he’d read that ad online, with the photo of Luke, he knew this was what he wanted. He pulled it up on his smart phone as the bus barreled down the highway towards his hometown: Neg Jock Sought for BB Porn Top $$ paid for neg jock to be fucked bare on film. Likely to be a bug chasing fetish blockbuster, we’re seeking a hot guy to take it in the ass raw by this radioactive jock (see pic attached). Likely exposure to HIV, Herpes, Gonorrhea, Syphilis, and more. Potential for sequels, porn stardom, and lots of cash. That ad, placed by Steve, led to countless chats online, pics exchanged, cam sessions and more, to the point of Josh finding him self lusting for Luke’s cum all day and night. He grinned, moving his backpack over his lap to cover his growing erection. Luke was everything he’d imagined him to be. His body was like a Greek statue, muscled and veiny. His lips drew him in to be kissed. His big dick seemed made for reaming Josh’s ass. His smell was masculine but sweet. He was perfect. And now, Luke’s DNA pulsed in Josh's body. Whatever Luke had, he now likely had. He was Luke’s progeny. Whatever symptoms arose within him, his god Luke had also experienced them. They were becoming one. He felt his phone vibrate with a new text message from Luke. “We have an idea for an additional scene. We gotta have more. Can you come back next weekend?” Josh replied “For you, anything!” A wet spot emerged through Josh’s jeans, and he gazed out the window. *** “This is Billy.” Steve said to Josh. Billy had lost a lot of weight since his first fuck session with Luke, but he still had his mischievous grin and bad boy appeal. “Hi there.” Josh said. On first impression, Billy wasn’t attractive. He was older, his eyes were a bit sunken, and the all-over tattoos were not doing it for him. “Billy is going to fuck you today on camera, Josh, and it’s gonna be fucking awesome.” Steve said. Luke looked at Josh and read his look of trepidation. “Billy’s fucked me a lot, Josh. He’s part of me, and by association he’s already part of you. You taking his load today is important for us.” “OK, for you.” Josh replied to Luke, with a bit of a laugh. Luke took Josh into another room to get him ready for the shoot. He kissed him and sucked his dick for a bit. “Imagine it’s me fucking you. And know that it’s more of my DNA you’re taking” were Luke’s final words to him as they emerged back into the room, now set for filming. “Action.” Steve said. The camera man panned up Josh’s body. He had a semi hard dick, leftover from Luke’s foreplay, but his arousal was dissipating. As the camera got to Josh’s face, he looked visibly nervous. “Josh, you look nervous. Are you?” The cameraman said. “Yeah, a little bit.” A lie. He was very nervous now. He didn't want to get fucked by this stranger. The camera panned to Billy’s face, who could be seen looking up and down on his conquest with pleasure. “This is Billy.” “Hey.” Billy replied with a smile. The camera started panning down Billy’s inked up body. It lingered at the letters “HIV” above his cock, then focused a bit on his curved dick and down his legs. Billy had taken a couple pills to ensure an erection, and his dick was throbbing, perhaps harder than he’d ever been. “What are we here for today?” The camera guy asked. “I’m gonna fuck this kid up with my charged-up load.” Billy said. Josh looked off camera at Luke, longing for it to be Luke in Billy’s position. He tried stroking his dick, but it wasn’t hardening. Billy decided to waste no time with foreplay, so he bent Josh over the bed and squirted a glob of lube onto his fingers. He finger fucked Josh’s ass, ascending from one to three fingers without much delay. Another glob of lube, and a fourth digit entered the ginger stud, stretching his hole and warranting a shriek of pain from Josh. “Let’s do this” Billy finally said. Josh was bent over, head turned toward the camera, and he caught a glimpse of Luke jerking off. This made him feel a little better about the situation. Lube drained from the bottle to the tip of Billy’s throbbing, curved, uncut dick. “I’m gonna destroy this cunt, you faggot.” He said. “Fuck me,” Josh whimpered instinctively as he saw precum glistening on Luke’s dick head in the distance. Billy spread Josh’s ass cheeks with his hands and lined up the head of his dick against Josh’s hole. He pushed his hips forward, and contact was made. Josh closed his eyes, knowing the pain that was about to ensue, but loving the feeling of a dick against his hole, even this unknown cock. Billy entered Josh's fuck chute slowly, as Josh was really tight and tense still. As the shaft was about mid-way in, Josh wasn’t sure he could take any more. Perhaps it was the bend in Billy's dick or its stiffness or just his disinterest in this fuck, but Billy’s dick felt like it was ripping him open. “Ow! Oh fuck, stop, just. . . slow. I can’t.” were among the words and phases Josh uttered as Billy forged ahead without care. A tear ran down Josh's face. What was he doing? About thirty seconds later, Billy said “Feel my balls against your grundle you whore? I’m fucking all the way in you, you cum slut.” He signaled for the camera to move around to capture the moment as he held his diseased dick deep inside the boy. “And now I’m gonna death fuck you, you bitch.” Josh winced as Billy pulled almost completely out and then slammed balls deep again. Billy’s dick was raging hard, pulsing, throbbing, unyielding. He was skewering Josh, stabbing mercilessly at his prostate. Finally, he pulled out completely, flipped Josh around, and pushed him onto his back. Grabbing Josh’s ankles, he held his legs up, spread them wide and inserted his dick again. “I want you to look me in my eyes when I shoot my toxic load in you.” Josh looked up at Billy. He wasn’t sure what he was doing letting this dude fuck him (on camera no less). What had gotten into him? Billy’s thrusts got more intense as Josh studied the torso of the man who’s bare dick was inside him. He wasn’t at all like his obsession, Luke. He was skinny, if not sickly, and pale. Tatted up. Perhaps even a little dirty. Josh’s dick remained soft, but a little precum emerged as it bounced on his stomach while Billy terrorized his ass. “I’m close you bitch. You’re about to get my radioactive jizz. You’re looking at your fate. At Luke’s fate. You’re nothing but a toxic cum dump now. No meds. Just fucks.” Josh moaned as he looked into Billy’s eyes and saw them roll back. “FUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!! Billy screamed. “FUCK!!! I’m shooting in you! Fuck your ruined ass feels good!!! Oh shit, oh god, ooooh, oooh yeah.” A flood of semen invaded Josh's tight ass. The skin of Billy's dick was now completely frictionless against Josh's guts because of a soup of diseased sperm. Billy dropped Josh’s ankles, and his legs fell to the floor beside Billy’s. After a few seconds, Billy pulled his cock out of the pale white ass of Josh, pulling with it a bit of blood pink-tinged cum and ass juice. “That’s a fucking wrap.” Billy said into the camera.

Part 5 Steve had sent the following text to Billy: “The boy just told me he’s horny and wants to come over. I told him you and I were both going to fuck him tonight. See you in a few. Oh, and you’re welcome.” Billy grinned upon receipt. Dinner plans with his fuckbud Steve had apparently evolved. A little while later, Billy let himself into Steve’s apartment. Walking back into the den, he encountered Luke on his knees, his head bobbing back and forth on Steve’s long, thick dick. Steve saw Billy and grinned. Luke then noticed the stranger out of the corner of his eye, removed himself from Steve’s throbbing dick, and quickly made it to his feet. “Luke, this is Billy. Billy, Luke,” Steve announced. Feeling self-conscious, Luke extended his hand and avoided eye contact with Billy. “Nice to meet you, Luke.” Billy grabbed Luke’s hand, and then put his other hand on Luke’s shoulder, “Relax, buddy, I don’t bite.” Luke eased up a bit and smiled as Billy added “Looks like I’m a little late to the party,” sizing-up Steve's erect dick which protruded from his jeans, awaiting someone - anyone to resume ministrations. Billy leaned in, kissed Steve, and stroking Steve’s dick as part of his greeting. Luke took the opportunity to assess Billy. Probably in his mid-thirties, Billy was about 6’2, 175 pounds. Skinnier than he or Steve, Billy had a boy-ish look, with a mop of shaggy brown hair and a scruffy, handsome face. He had sleeves of tattoos on both arms and an earing in his right ear. Luke found that he had sex appeal, but different from that of Steve: Billy seemed mischievous and fun, another man unlike any Luke had been with before. “Luke here was just worshipping my POZ dick. He’s taken my loads all weekend. My poison is brewing inside him. He’s becoming my toxic slut.” Steve broke the kiss to say. “Hot,” Billy remarked as he removed his shirt, revealing a torso full of tattoos, including a scorpion to the left of his belly button, similar to the one he did for Steve the day before, and a biohazard tattoo between his shoulder blades. “Billy’s been taking my loads for years. He is your destiny, Luke. Forget the bullshit life you’ve lead before now 'cause now you’re a fucking slut. My slut. Our slut. Your hole and your dick are fucking poison to everyone but us.” The words were sinking into Luke’s brain as Billy sank to his knees, pulled down Luke’s shorts, and began sucking Luke’s increasingly hard cock. Luke and Steve began to kiss. Once Luke’s dick was hard, Billy alternated between Steve’s and Luke’s cock, licking, sucking, jacking, tonguing them both while the two men kissed above. Steve was precumming a lot when he pulled Billy back up to his feet and ordered “Bedroom.” Each man pulled off his clothing as they stumbled down the hallway, Steve pulling-up the rear to herd his flock. Steve pushed Luke onto all fours, spit on his hole, and lined his prick up with it. Luke braced himself as he felt the pressure of Steve’s massive dick head against his hole. Steve pressed, and Luke’s back arched in response to the pain. Positioning himself in front of Luke, Billy presented Luke with his dick to be pleasured orally. Luke assessed this asset for the first time. Billy’s dick was uncut, about nine inches long, somewhat thick, and curved to the right. His body was clean-shaven. Right above his shaft appeared a tattoo of the letters 'HIV' in red outlined in black. As Billy guided his dick towards Luke’s beautiful lips, Luke had another moment of self-realization. His ass was on fire with Steve’s bare, POZ dick inching itself deeper into his guts, and he was literally about to be face to face with three letters he’d always feared. He thought about his friend’s words of caution during their run earlier, and all of the caution, fear, planning, and pretenses that had guided him through life so far. But he realized there was no turning back now: Steve was right, he was now a fucking slut. He was, in fact, Steve’s fucking slut, so Luke was more than ready to open mouth wide as possible, determined to give Billy’s cock what it deserved. Even so, Luke found Billy’s dick to be fun to suck. With ample foreskin and and interesting bend, Luke's tongue had plenty to explore, even if Luke somehow didn’t quite decipher the tiny blisters Billy was sporting at the time, (more toxicity to the brew inside Luke's body). Luke deep throated him as best he could, licked his balls, stuck his tongue in the slit to extract as much precum as possible. Occasionally Billy pulled his dick away from Luke’s mouth and would slap him in the face with it, grunting endearments like “Swallow my whole cock, you faggot,” or “Yeah, suck on my diseased dick you slut.” Luke's dick responded to each utterance with a twitch of excitement. Occasionally Luke would cry out in pain from Steve’s huge, just-spit-and-precum-lubed cock. Steve wasn’t being gentle in pounding Luke’s hole, which was, in fact, all but wrecked. So after about ten minutes during which Steve and Billy skewered Luke from both ends, Steve made the announcement for which Luke had been looking "I'm close, buddy!" Luke responded by pulsing his ass muscles and pressing back on Steve’s dick as Billy held his dick deep in Luke’s throat and ground his crotch against the boy’s face as Steve muttered "Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," pushing deep into Luke’s ass, and then adding with a shout “I’m cumming, I’m blowing my load in you, slut!" A toxic wave of cum crashed in Luke’s ass, which again unhesitatingly accepted Steve's poison, which flowed from Steve’s massive dick in several pulsating volleys of jizz into Luke’s ass. Luke’s sex chute was lubed up with Steve’s cum. With Billy’s cock deep in his throat, Luke looked upward. The letters HIV immediately in his gaze, then a scorpion, then an array of tattoos before his eyes met Billy’s. “Now it’s my turn,” Billy announced with a grin.

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Long and Thick Cherry Popper. A Gym Boy I sat up on the bench press after finishing a good set and took a look around. Evening time around the gym is one of my favorite eye candy stores. Guys that spend too much time fawning and focusing on every muscle and comparing theirs to their friends get so curious. They look in the mirror to the right and left checking themselves out. Checking out the guys next to them. If they say they never think about touching, feeling, and going maybe "a little" further they'd be lying. I start my count in my head. Fucked him, Fucked him. Fucked him twice. It was an easy set up. Be friend them. Work out with them. Sauna with them. Invite them over for a protein shake, then teach them how to make cum blast protein shake. Once in a while we actually even stay in contact after they're done ass training. Mostly they just text me when they can't get any from their girlfriends, and I gladly give them what their girlfriends can't. Bodies smooth to shaved to little bit manlier and scruff. One of my previous fucks catches me counting and makes eye contact with me. I push my tongue into my cheek and nod his way. He stifles a laugh, goes red and becomes very interested in his next set. I was about to choose him as my next fuck tonight when a new boy walked in. A trainer was at his side, giving him the business tour. The new guy was at least six feet, maybe 160 or 170 pounds, with light brown hair. His body was soft, which suggested he didn't work out much, or hadn't in a while. A natural muscle build that hadn't seen real pressure lined his shoulders and biceps. A trace of a triceps line that use to show without a flex. A chest line runs from his collar bone down under his tank. All the remnants of a sport regimen he probably doesn't follow anymore. I follow him for a second longer when he turns and his slim 30/32 waist bounces back in his cheap knock off brand gym shorts filling out an strong hard ass. This boy squats. Or at least use to. I needed to grab that ass. I couldn't help but lick my lips a bit. I went back to my set and await the opportunity. He finishes up his tour, thanked the trainer and walked over the the stretching area. I watch him bend over, hanging his torso between his spread legs swaying from side to side and damn he was flexible. He stretches his arms above his head and I see the set of where two defined hiplines use to lead down to his groin but now only their shaply form remain. He walks around the gym for a second surveying, deciding what to hit first. He walks over to pull up bar and begins. He struggles and first but pushes himself to finsih a 15 set. I move to a nearby chest fly machine. He throws in a set up pushups, then moves to shoulders. I dance around his routine moving making sure not to be noticed and not get caught by my fuck buddies who may otherwise cock block me. Finally he moves over to the decline bench and I catch him struggle with his first set. He looks at the weight debating. I take the window. "Don't lower the weight" I chip in walking over. "What?" "Ask for a spot boy, don't lower the weight" What is he deaf? I think, "Go for it, I got you" He quickly falls back down on the decline bench my crotch hanging over his face away by a hardon length. Only in a gym will guys never question this. "Go for it!. 8. Come on 9. There you go boy. 10. Two more. 11. Yeah one more! 12 set." "Thanks man" "Don't thank me yet" I smile. "I got alterior motives with you." "What?" He tilts his head like a confused dog. He is gonna look so good with a mouthful of cock. I think. "I need to use you. Need a spot for shoulder press." "Oh sure." Like coaxing a boy to push his ass back. We finish up our workout together. His name is Austin. Just moved back home and He's enrolled at the community college here after he hurt his knee playing with some friends at a party. This was his first real workout in 3months. I smile and put my hand on his bicep. "Yeah I can tell" I say mockingly. "Shut the fuck up." He says pushing me back alittle laughing. "I'll be back to my prime in a week." "Whatever boy. Hit the showers." We walk to the locker room and I strip down instantly. Testing his curiosity. He instictivly looks down faces a corner while he undresses . Fine by me because as his ass falls out of their shorts my jaw hits the floor. Soft and bouncy. Smooth as a baby, and the line of his crack is so tight i can only imagine the grip his hole has between those soft bubbles. I draw no attention to it just walk to the showers and he follows a few seconds behind. I start up a conversation asking about where he's from. He said he had planned to play college ball but now not so sure. "How old are you?" I inquire "19" He says "You're a baby. Plenty of time to figure things out" He smiles and says nothing. We finish dressing and walk out making small talk here and there. As he says bye, I take some initiative. "What you doing tonight Austin?" He turns around. "I don't got anything planned. Its just wednesday." "Come by. My girl is out of town so I'm bored as shit was thinking bout doing a little pre-drinking then going to this club downtown. "On a wednesday?" "Yeah. I know a couple of the dancers. They're pretty fine, but can't go when my girl is around. " He smiles. "I'm not 21." He says sheepishly "I know the owner. He'll push you in" "Well fuck...sure" "Follow me." He drives his big truck close behind my jeep back to my place. 10pm. I open my home and he follows me inside, and while standing at the door, he says, "I'm not dressed for a club." He's wearing a well worn slightly tight T and some baggy gym pants. "Don't worry. Its not fancy? You drink beer?" "Yeah." I hand him a bottle already opened. He drinks unsuspecting a thing of what I have planned for him. "You mind if I smoke." I ask. he looks little nervous n says no. I light up a small bowl and hit. I flip on the TV." Find whatever you like. I got to call my girl for a bit, have maybe one more beer then we'll head out cool?" He nods and takes the remote, as I leave the room. I hear him watch and drink after 15 minutes he's only halfway down his first beer. "Wanna hit?" I ask him handing him a joint. "I've never done it." He smiled sheepishly. I teach him how and he tries coughing hard. I raise his hands above his head and he coughs while I laugh at him. We smoke. We drink. He starts to ramble. he drinks some more. "Bro, I'm fucked up." "Yeah you are." I smile. Can't hold your liquor" "Its the weed bro" "Whatever you can crash here if you like" "Nah I should go home." "Don't drive drunk. Just go home in the morning. you don't wanna kill someone." I pat him hard on the shoulder and he winces. "That hurt bro." "You're hurt bro?" "No." "Let me see." I rub his shoulder softly. He lets out a sigh. "Bro let me work that out for you. you'll pass out in no time. You can use my bed." I saw while rubbing his shoulder. He mumbles an okay enjoying the soft rub. He turns his back to me as I rub. He smokes. He drinks. I get under his shirt. Finally he pulls off his shirt and starts moaning at my touch. I take a hit from the joint and grab his chin turn him to me and shot gun it into his mouth. Then I do it again. Then I push my tongue into his mouth he moans as I'm not rubbing his drunk dick. He's silent as I push him on his stomach on the pull off his pants. and place my hands on his soft smooth ass cheeks. "What the fuck bro" But with out answering I let my tongue over his balls and a up n down his crack. He grabs the sheets and moans loud. In almost no time. his back is arched and he's pushing my hairless asshole back on my tongue. Moaning as he moves in one continuous sound of OHsAhsand UHs My tongue works hard spreading his tight hole till finally its licking his inner ass walls. spitting and making him moan. His face is red drunkingly blushed. his hole wet from my eating, time to push this further. I turn him over and he's sporting a very nice thick cock freshly oozing precum from how badly he loved getting rimmed. I take the head in my mouth and he watches me suck on his thick cock. his eyes wide as i suck and I take a finger and rub his tight wet hole. He leans back on his elbows losing his mind over the sensation, nervousness, and excitement of it all. I take the this chance to light up a bowl and begin again to shot gun it. Hes enjoying it. kissing back. so high so drunk so horny. We're making out hard and rough inbetween hits and my index digist is rubbing around his hole again and again encouraging and begging. till finally it slips in. his eyes buldge at the invasion and he stares at me shocked as my finger slowly begins to move inside him .he grabs my forearm, part in protest, part for suppose as my arms moves between his legs. finger moving inside him rubbing his prostate. his breathing is gasping and eyes never blink looking at me while i prep him for his inevitable fate. I pull my finger out and he looks shocked. i lick my digit and taste his hole "Does it taste good?" he asks I point the finger at him closer to his lips. He backs away for a second then gingerly opens his mouth and begins to suck on my finger. "Good boy" I encourage. "Hell yeah suck harder" and he does. He closes his eyes for a second and I put my hand behind his head and begin to finger fuck his mouth. Add a second finger. then a third. using my other hand behind his head to guide his body down. He's less then a foot away from my dick and with a gentle nudge he takes the head on his lips and begins to lick it. "Oh man" I say "Good?" He asks. I shot gun another hit into his mouth and push him back down. He starts to a small rythem sucking barely two inches into his mouth so I pull him back up to kiss him. then back down on my cock My tongue invading his mouth every few moments makes him more recepetive to take my cock down longer, and deeper. I grab some lube out of my bed stand and start to rub it on my fingers and play with his hole again He starts to whimper like a puppy. "Feels good don't it boy." He moans and nods his head with my cock head just barely popping out of his soft lips. He accepts my finger much easier this time. I slip it in and begin to nudge and he bucks slightly. His hole is gripping my digit so hard I add more lube and begin to get aggessive. My rythem harder and deeper with my one finger. He stopps sucking my cock as the pain and pleasure become too much. He leans back again as my finger works on his hole fast and soft. Oh my god is all he can moan. I kiss him hard and introduce a second digit. His head flys back as his hole is stretched for the first time. His breathy moans are music to my ears and I will not stiop till he is all mine. I dig and push as he is now bucking on my two fingers. " I'm gonna cum!" he screams. and I lower my mouth over his cock just as I push is prostate from within and he unloads 8 hot strips of thick cum into my throat. I suck it all down and his eyes never blink in shock. He lays down gasping for air. and I begin to lick up his soft muscles and well tones body feeling him shiver and moan "What just happened?" He finally says I smile. "I'll tell you when I'm finished." I move betwwen his legs and spread them letting my dripping hard cock get lubed up with my right hand. He starts to back away. "Bro I'm straight man!" "U were just sucking dick two seaconds ago moaning how much u like getting ur ass played with." his still hard cock bounced as he backed up to the headboard. "Bro!" HIs complaints are lost as I start stroking his dick. He's still so high even after his first cum. HIs arms fail him as he'strying to edge back and my cock begins to line up with his smooth baby hole. I grab my poppers and push them under his nose. "Sniff!" I command and he does it. So tired and high and drunk and unable to really push back. thie rush hit stikes him hard and he nearly collapses on his back staring at the cieling I lean my whole body on him and begin pushing my cock against the tiny hole. He begins moan/screaming already just the presure alone. He's so tight. I apply more lube and give him more poppers. and push AHHHHHHHHHH he starts yelling but grabs on to me. holding me while my cock begins invading. his beautiful eyes are bulding again. His soft studly smooth body is covered with goosbumps. I push harder holding him down. his breathing is hard as this screaming. and he slips. My thick cock head rushes his hole and his ass clamps on it hard squeezing my cock head pushing it down and without being encouraged he grabs the poppers and takes 4 hard deep wiffs. and all at the same time his eyes rolls back his body relaxes and his ass stops clamping. I keep ading pressure. and he screams as my invasion deepens . One inch past the head he begins thrashing. Two his arms are slapping my shoulders. Three his head is shaking hard from side to side. Four his eyes are like huge saucers on me and he begins banging his head up and down. 5 he starts to push himself against my weight only succeeding in going deeper into the mattress. 6 his legs widen and toes are hard curled. 7 his back begins to arch as he stares deep into me. 7.5 the screaming gets louder. 8 the screaming stops he's start making chocking noses as his breathing and gasps cut into his scream. 8.5 his whole body goes stiff and his hands and grabbing at sheets as his muscle are all flexed and veins popping. 8.7 my balls touch his hole I push my tongue inside his open mouth and he slowly ever so slowly begins to relax. We makeout. 5 minutes of invasion felt like an internity. I know he is ripped dispite my eating and the lube. And i'm happy about ever tear. His breathing is happening in glups as we kiss. I take a deep hit of poppers. He follows suit. Hold on boy" I advise him His hands grip my headboard. "Fuck" he says SLAM I pull back hard and force a hard thrust. "FUCK!!!!:He screams SLAM His head reels SLAM SLAM! "AHHHHHHH!!!:He moans twice SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM his eyes are buldging "FUCK ME FUCK FUCK OMG FUCK YES!" SLAM Grind SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM Grind he makes animal nosies and gasps of thanks, shock, awe and worship. His hole is wet and sticky from sweat. I hold open his legs and watch as my hairy balls and dick and pulling back and away the hole that minutes before could barely accept a pinky . I'm gonna enjoy this. I think as I start feeling the hole on every inch of my cock. hittin his ass hard. then slow. Holding his legs appart. Pushing them over his head. His moans match my beats melody of bass I let a hand rub his body and flick his nipples to vary the pitch and count. Then I pull out My work is magnificent. His hole is pink and wet and sticky and red and cream lined from my precum. it automatically squeezes and blinks then as it opens again i shoved my self in causing Austin to feerze and squeeze all over. I pull out all again and repeat. Again and again. His hole becoming more and more acommodating. I finally shove my cock in balls deep and begin to bouce my hips hard slaming and fucking. drilling him. He grabs me for dear life becoming so religious "I'm gonna breed you baby" I say knowing his only response is loud and worshipping "FUUUCK YESSS!" "Thats right baby." "OHMYGAWD!" "That's right baby. Take my load." "FUCKGAWDFUCKYESOHFUCK!" I feel his legs tighten around me and it makes my balls boil I grab his sides and arch my back fucking forward thrusting as hard as my as will push into him. Rabbit drilling. Growling like a beast looking deep into his bulding beautiful baby eyes. I noises are in unison. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! I feel the heat leaving my balls and dick and filling rope after rope into him. He looks down at his cock. which bouces to my every cock pulse. His prostate and inner ass feeling every wave. When the last drop has been placed I grab his cock and continue fucking feeling cum coat my cock and the walls of his ass. His ass begins convulsing as a second load begins to spray from his cock covering me and him in his second fresh load and which arrives with hard heaves and moans that make his whole body confulse I slide my hard cock out and look at the cream spilling out of his hole. I was running in globs down his legs ass again and agian as if I'd stuck a hose of cum up his ass and turned it on high. He reaches down and touches his hole. It doesn't blink. His touch makes it squeeze but even then it doesn't close. his hand falls back abouve his head as he looks at his fingers red pink and white. His adonise body covered in cum and sweat and shame and I can't wait to review the camera praying that it had enough battery for everything. He tries to roll over and falls back on his back. paralyzed. broken. popped. "I'm gonna shower then we can start round two" I say even though even I know I'm spent I walk out the door and hear the shuffling. The desperate pleadings to get control of his body. He can't move this or that part the way it should. I hear him stumble in the halway. crash once. Crash twice. reach the door. Stumble with a button. Give up. Waddle out the door. Crash again. pleading with his body. Truck door opens Truck door closes speed off. I lay back in bed still freshly coverd in his second load. Flip on the TV and hit rewind on the hidden camera menu.

I was in New Orleans on one of my semi-regular business trip to the city. I had a long day with lawyers and decided to have dinner then pay a visit to the Club on Toulouse for some 'relaxation'. I thought that I would go to the bar for a drink before dinner to get me in the mood for the rest of the evening. The bar was empty apart from one other suited guy. He was about ten years younger than I, good looking, tanned and looked to be in good shape. He was chatting to the bartender and after a while I joined in, and eventually he introduced himself as Dan. As the bar got busier I found myself in a one-on-chat with Dan. When he talked he stared into my eyes and I knew there might be something there. This was confirmed when he suggested dinner in the hotel. He said that as were both on our own there was no point eating on our own. Over dinner we chatted and whilst things got more personal -we were both single and unattached – we did not discuss our sexuality. However my gaydar was in overdrive. As we got up from the table it was he who suggested a night cap. As the bar was now very he suggested that his room may be more personal and I agreed. As soon as the door was closed he pulled me to him and started kissing me passionately – he paused briefly to say “Not wrong am I?” Without replying I simply pulled him back to me and continued the kissing. Without breaking apart we made our way to the bed and fell back on it. We must have been locked in the embrace for ages. It was both passionate and highly charged. After a while we removed each other's shirt. He had a lovely, toned, and moderately hairy chest - I got the impression he shaved it from time to time. I buried myself in his chest and started sucking and nibbling his pert nipples. As I did so I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. At last I could feel his cock. It was just above average but very thick. I was somewhat surprised that he too was uncut. I had to have his cock so I went down and took it in my mouth. I tongued and nibbled on his foreskin for a while and then took it all the way down. He enjoyed this for a while then pulled me off in order that we remove the remainder of our clothing. We then started kissing again and body rubbing – as a result our cocks were both solid and I could feel our pre-cum between us. After a while he broke away and went down on me. He was a great sucker and as he devoured my cock he started fingering my hole. My reaction let him know exactly what I was after and he rolled me on my stomach. I felt my cheeks spread and another finger entering my hole - this was soon replaced by his tongue, and boy did he know how to pleasure me. Frankly, how he got is tongue in so far I do not know but I was now frantic for his cock and he knew it. The next thing I felt was his cock head rubbing against my hole – he did this for a while and I was screaming at him to fuck me. I felt him push his cock in but I pulled away. “Have you got any condoms” – I asked. “No” he replied “did not think I would need them on this trip.” He continued to rub his cock against my hole and I was passed the point of no return. “For fuck sake fuck me” I cried out “but don’t cum in me!” With that his cock was soon in me. He was thick and stretched my hole at first but once he got into the rhythm I soon began enjoying the feeling of him inside me. This was the first raw cock I had ever had inside me and it felt great – so natural! The more I thought of his raw cock inside me the hornier I got. He was a great fucker. He loved to pull right out of me then ram his cock all the way home. He had been banging away at my hole for some time when I felt his cock quiver inside me. “I am about to cum” he said and started to pull out. I was desperate to feel what it was like to have someone cum inside me and without thinking I said “Do it” and pulled him back inside me. Within seconds he was shooting a huge load and I could feel every drop of it. He stayed inside me until his cock started to soften then pulled out. As he pulled out I felt the cum drip down my leg. It was the greatest fuck I had ever had to date. I had been converted to raw fucking and do it every time I get the chance. I won’t miss out on a fuck just because the other party wants to use a condom, but my preference these days is raw. This is not a problem as it seems that more and more guys want it this way too!