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Bf and I have been going to the new gym for a month now. We have been talking about having sex in the shower but never had the guts to do it, nor shower in the same stall (is it even legal for a couple to shower together?) He always try to get attention and find out who are checking us out at the gym where he will use an excuse to show me how to use the machine. So, I have noticed this middle eastern college guy has been checking us out by looking at the mirror, tall and muscular, straight acting. Finally, today he walked to us and ask my bf if he can help him with the weights, after that we split and didnt see him. Tonight, my plan was to 'seduce' my bf in the shower and hoping we will make our dream comes true. So i went into the shower and let the shower curtain slightly open so that he knows where am i. the moment i pulled the curtain, i saw the middle eastern guy diagonally across from my stall and i can pretty much see his naked body and he nodded and smiled. i returned and get myself wet. Then i heard someone pull my curtain followed by hands holding me from my back. i felt his hard cock, hairy hands, lips on my neck. he's definitely not my bf. He turned off the shower and whispered "Do you think your bf will be jealous if he finds us in here?" I was debating if i should stop or say something but he has started kissing me, turned me around and pressed me against the wall. it is hard to resist such body. He's definitely not the first time doing this, his hand getting soap and stroke his cock and mine and i have erection so hard. without taking much time, he lifted up my leg, slide up easily with the soap. it felt so good and it didnt take long, we kissed and he pushed all the way and cum in me and left. hmm, i felt bad but have another round of hot sex with bf in our bed...

Hello : I hope you all enjoy this story. It's my first try on here, so please be a little forgiving. Bart listened to the two young brothers talking in the bar. The one slightly older brother telling his younger brother about testing positive a month ago and starting his meds in about two weeks when his insurance kicks in. Then Bart's ears perked up, the little brother mentioned his thoughts of just to stop worrying about converting, as he hated condoms, but was scared. His brother felt the same about not wanting to use condoms anymore, but was scared about passing the bug along. Bart was a conversion master. He had parties monthly for charging up new comers. He always wanted to get a set of brothers together for a charging. He had a special plan for helping a set who were not sure about completing the process. Now it looks like he could get his dream. This was a little out of the way bar, and the bartender owner was his good friend and buddy in parties, as well as shared his dream. Two hours later, Bart and Tim had the passed out brothers in Bart's playroom. Bart's playroom was no ordinary playroom. It was in someways a dungeon master's wet dream. Different slings, crosses, frames, a water trough accessible from different angles, a large shower area, different electro toys and other toys. All in a large garage like building on Bart's out of the way land. He could have loud parties and no one to bother or notice. Or in this case, two brothers who may be a little loud in their resistance, and no one to hear them. Bart and Tim worked together to strip the two young men and get them strapped into their respective works. As they stripped the older brother they found a muscular athletic body, good amount of hair covering his chest and abs, and very thick trail leading to trimmed pubes. Below was a beautiful uncut cock, a plump almost six inch soft penis and nice large balls. Beautiful fuzzy ass as well. Can't wait to see how large this cock gets and performs. He was strapped into a standing frame a little larger than a doorway and on locking wheels, his body not quite an X but almost. Next to be stripped was the younger brother, which they found a tight swimmers bodied boy. Hair just sprouting around his nipples and a nice neat treasure trail leading to a full set of pubes, and another beautiful uncut cock. His cock actually had a longer foreskin then the older brother, but his cock was little thinner and shorter, but not by much. This brother was strapped into a roll away sling. The brothers were in their respective devices for about 45 minutes when they started coming around, and realizing they couldn't move much. Aaron fixed in a standing position, and Ryan in a prone position, and very much naked. They struggled for bit and then began yelling. This brought in a changed Bart and Tim. They had changed into black jock straps and masks. The two men were very muscular and hairy, each with biohazard tat on one of their pecs. Bart came up close to the two brothers "You might as well settle down, you two aren't going anywhere for a while." "Now, we overheard you talking about your position and your hidden desires. Well little bro, your big bro is going to help you out with a little gift, and big bro your little bro will be helping you out in the process. Both of you will be helping us to live out a dream as well." Aaron struggled a bit and yelled, "What do you mean? Let us go." Tim came up to Aaron and lightly tugged one of Aaron's hairy nipples, "Oh, you'll be sharing a more detailed amount of DNA than you already do." Aaron then recalled what a biohazard tat generally meant for most gay men, and really started struggling. "No, I'm not going to do that. You can't make me." "Oh, you'll not have much of a choice in the matter soon. We'll be sure you get in the 'mood' to give your gift." Bart smiled, and stepping over to a table, he opened a carry bag out of which he selected a small plastic bag containing some little blue pills, another small plastic bag containing a few yellowish shards, another plastic bag containing something that looked like tea leaves, as well as a couple large bottles of water. Then he reached over to the wall and took two medium sized enema bags off of the hooks where they were hanging, poured one of the bottles of water into a pan and started lightly warming it. Bart crushed a blue pill and stirred it into some warm water with some of the tea leaves, and let it sit. He then took a largish yellow shard and crushed it up and put it into one of the enema bags. Bart than took the rest of the warm water and filled both of the enema bags all the way up. "Help me move our guests over near the trough." Bart and Tim moved Ryan closest to the trough, just to the side of the trough near one of the short sides, furthest from the drain. Then moved Aaron to the opposite end closest to the drain. "Now, you get to watch us start to get little bro ready to receive his gift." At this point the brothers starting yelling again, and struggling. Tim knelt down between Ryan's spread legs, held him still, and tongued his hole. In only a few minutes Ryan's hole loosened up to Tim's expert tongue, and Ryan's screams were turning to moans of pleasure. Tim then began fingering Ryan's hole, spreading a little lube into the opening, after a minute or so announcing "He's ready for the first rinse." Bart than hung the first enema bag, the one with plain water and slowly started to insert the nozzle into Ryan's ass. Slowly moving it in and out a little, making Ryan moan a little but still trying to say no. Then with the nozzle fully planted in Ryan's ass, he started the water flow. Tim at the same time rubbed Ryan's belly softly and gently. "There you go little bro, just relax. Let the water in you. Let it pour into your guts. Just relax," Tim kept purring to him. Soon the bag was empty. Bart then lubed up a small/medium butt plug. In one swift motion pulled the nozzle out and shove the plug in. "Let's let the water loosen up everything for bit, and work on big bro now." Aaron started struggling and yelling. "That's not going to you any good. You just need to drink a little something right now. You can either be a good boy and drink or we'll get you to drink it. Yelling does not good, no one is here to hear you. The drink actually tastes real good." "Boys, you might as well relax and enjoy and stop struggling. You'll enjoy it more, and really have fun giving and receiving your gifts." "Your not going to force me to infect my brother with HIV. I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to do this to my brother. You can't make me. See, I'm not even hard. I'm not going to do it." "Oh, after having this tasty little drink, you'll be more in the mood. In fact, you'll be a horn dog ready to fuck anything." "You can't make me. I won't let myself cum, I'll fight it" "Oh, your too young to resist shooting a load when you get going. Besides, we have our ways." During this time Ryan's eyes got bigger, now that he fully understood what was happening. He'd never been fucked by a real cock yet. He'd had his ass played with, and lots of dildos, but never a real cock. But he'd always dreamed of his brother taking his cherry. When his brother told him he was positive he thought it would never happen now, except maybe using a condom if his brother would take him. As Tim was still rubbing Ryan's belly, Ryan stopped struggling, and Tim noticed Ryan's cock was thickening up and getting a little longer. "Hey bud, I think little bro is liking the idea of what he's hearing." Bart then looked at Aaron, "See your little bro seems to like the idea. So relax, give the gift." "No, you can't make me." Bart then came over to Aaron with cup of liquid. The drink is a modified tea. It of course has the well known little blue pill in it, but also the tea leaves were a mixture of herbs that help in the same manner and also turn up the desire in a man. Usually within an hour a man is harder than a rock and so horned up a goat would be appealing. Between the blue pill and the herbs, Aaron will not be able to fight the urge his body will be put into. But in Aaron's case, it will be something much nicer, Ryan's sweet ass. Aaron forced his mouth shut, and shook his head as Bart tried to get him to drink. "Okay, I guess we'll have to do this the hard way than." Bart set the drink down and went to the wall, reaching up he retrieved a small padded clip and a mask like item that seemed to have a mouth piece and a hose with a funnel sticking out. Ryan's eyes got a little big when he saw this, he didn't want his brother to be forced to do anything, he didn't want his brother hurt. "Aaron, its okay. Drink it. If it makes you want to fuck me, so be it. Aaron don't fight them anymore. I love you. If I have to get infected, I'd rather it be from you. I'd rather you take by cherry, not some stranger if that's want happens. Just drink it if it will help you." "NO!" Bart approached Aaron with the items. "One last time, you want to drink?" Aaron shook his head. "Okay, here goes. Bud come over here, and hold his head." Tim left Ryan and came over behind Aaron and grabbed his head and held it still. Aaron clamped his mouth down harder. Bart then reached over with the little rubberized clip, and clipped it to Aaron's nose, pinching his nose shut. Aaron's eyes got huge as he realized what was going to happen, just as Bart started to talk. "With your nose all pinched shut, you can only breathe through your mouth, so you'll have no choice but to open your mouth. Then I'll get this mask on you and you'll drink whatever we put in the spout. If you don't breathe through your mouth, you'll just pass out and we'll put the mask on anyways. So, one more time you want to drink?" Aaron shook his head, but he was getting red from the need to breathe. Bart readied the mask to shove into his mouth when it opened. "Aaron, just drink it, don't let them hurt you. Please, don't fight them." Aaron felt himself getting light and a little headache from not breathing, and suddenly his reflexes kicked in and his body on its own forced him to open his mouth to breathe. Bart quickly shoved the mask into Aaron's face, forcing the mouth piece into Aaron's mouth and held it there as Aaron panted through his mouth. While Aaron was distracted with the need to breathe, Bart held his head from the front, and Tim fixed the strap to the back of Aaron's head. The mask wasn't going anywhere now. Aaron would now drink whatever Bart or Tim wanted to put into the funnel. "Ok big bro, you will drink now. You'll love the taste. And you'll love how it makes you feel soon. Just relax now. You can either enjoy where your going and in giving your gift, or it will continue to be a struggle and you'll find out how we make you continue." He released the nose plug from Aaron's nose so Aaron was breathing better now. Tim was no longer holding Aaron's head, he didn't need to. Anything poured into that funnel would go into Aaron's mouth and be swallowed by hook or by crook. Aaron just shook his head. "Aaron, please stop fighting. Just drink. I'm scared, but I love you and its okay. It's okay, don't fight them anymore. I'd rather you be the one to do this to me. Please, stop fighting." Ryan was lightly sobbing for his big brother. He was scared, but deep down he knew he didn't like the idea of condoms, he always wanted to feel the real cock, not the rubber. So he knew at some point he'd probably come up poz like his brother. So who better than Aaron to give it to him. Tim pulled over a small stool and lifted the funnel up so the tea would go smoothly down to Aaron's mouth. Aaron's eyes were huge, and tears slowly dripping down. Bart began stroking Aaron's struggling head. "Just relax. Here comes your liquid treat. You'll love the taste" Tim started to slowly pour the tea into the funnel. When the tea hit Aaron's mouth he started shaking his head more, trying not to swallow and hold it in his mouth. The tea was just the right temperature and flavor that his body wanted to swallow. Bart then started caressing Aaron's neck and throat purring at him to swallow, not to fight any more just relax and swallow. Between the pleasant flavor and the stroking of his throat Aaron's body took over and he swallowed, and swallowed as the liquid came into his mouth. "That's a good boy. See it tastes good. That's my boy. Now relax. I'll take the mask off now." Now that Aaron had his drink, Tim went behind Aaron and undid the mask and then reached around Aaron and rubbed Aaron's fuzzy belly, kissing the back of Aaron's neck. Bart started to pull on the mouth piece, "Relax your jaw boy and I'll pull this out." Aaron complied and the mask popped out. Ryan was now getting a little uncomfortable with the liquid in him and started to moan a little. "Ok little bro, time to drain you" Bart and Tim headed over to Ryan, pushed his sling over to the trough, so his ass was over the trough. Tim began rubbing Ryan's belly as Bart pulled the plug out of his ass. All the water began rushing out of Ryan's ass. "Just relax and let it all out, don't push, just relax and let your body do its thing. Enjoy the feeling of it leaving you." Ryan just relaxed and actually chubbed up a bit as the water poured out of him. When he was done, Bart sprayed him off and dried him off. Bart then went over to the table and picked up the next enema bag, the one with the yellowish shard all crushed up in it and a toothbrush, plus a little special lube that also had the same type of crushed shard. "Okay little bro, time to prep your body to receive its gift, and give you your mood enhancer. This might smart just a little, but then you'll start feeling really good once we get the liquid enhancer into you." Bart then begin to tease Ryan's hole with the lube, dipping his finger in and out, and adding more lube as he went. Then he lubed up the toothbrush, which Aaron started moaning no out loud, and lightly sobbed. Bart slowly inserted the toothbrush into Ryan's ass. Slowly out and back in, moving the brush around a little in Ryan's ass so his insides were being brushed all around. Bart was carefully brushing in deeper and deeper into Ryan's ass. Ryan was moaning both in some pain and in pleasure. All the while Aaron watching with tears slowly running down his checks, thinking of what would be coming. "That's it little bro, relax and accept the brushing. Getting you all ready for your special gift from big bro. I'll show you the brush when done, its getting nice and pink." Ryan saw Aaron lightly shaking in his sobs, "Aaron I'm okay, it doesn't hurt. It actually feels sort of good. I'm getting a little warm inside, and a little tingly. If I'm going to get this, I want it from you, no one else. Don't worry Aaron." Ryan also had a few tears running down his checks, mostly because he didn't like seeing his brother so upset. Tim had continued to rub Ryan's belly cooing at him. Bart pulled the toothbrush all the away out again after spinning it around inside Ryan. The brush was now a little more towards red than pink. Bart nodded his head. "Your ready for the mood enhancer now it looks like. See how nicely colored the brush is? See all that nice blood color, this means your ready for the gift and your body will fully accept it." Bart showed the brush to Ryan, who only stared at it and really didn't make much of a noise, as he was too busy feeling the warm tingly feeling and something else starting to rise in him. Bart then walked over to Aaron and showed Aaron the brush. Aaron could only moan again and some more tears fall from his eyes. Aaron moaned, "No, please no, don't do this to us. Please let us go. I don't want to infect him." Bart then placed the brush down on the edge of the trough so Aaron could see it. He then picked up the enema nozzle and generously lubed it up with the special lube, and then inserted into Ryan's ass. "Okay little bro, here comes the good stuff. In a little while you'll really be feeling good, and your ass will begin to scream to be scratched, and a good fucking is the only way to cure that itch." Bart then opened the nozzle letting the liquid flow into Ryan's ass. Ryan began to moan a little as there was a light stinging as it flowed in, but then a little numbness set in. Tim continued rubbing his belly as the liquid began filling him up. Tim was cooing into his ear, "Take it all in little one. Feel it slowly filling you all up. Feel your ass warming to it." Aaron was moaning as he was watching what was going on, and had a feeling he knew what was in that liquid. Once the bag was empty, Bart popped out the nozzle and immediately pushed the plug in again. "Okay, you're all filled up. Let's let you relax and wait for your ass to get hungry. We'll work a little on big bro now before his little drink kicks in more. We don't want him too hard for this part." Bart went back over to the table and picked up a little white soft fuzzy pipe cleaner, that had a smooth waxed tip. Tim walked behind Aaron and wrapped his arms around Aaron, and began rubbing Aaron's fuzzy chest and belly, kissing the back of his neck and grinding his jock covered hard on against Aaron's ass crack. "Okay big bro, time for your special prep. This will help to make your gift that much stronger. Like on your brother, this might smart just a little but then began to feel really good once the lube kicks in. It will also help make your cock hungry for that ass over there, especially with that drink starting to kick in." Bart than grabbed Aaron's cock which was slightly chubbing up because of the drugs in him, and pulled the generous foreskin back exposing the beautiful pinkish purple head of Aaron's penis. What a beautiful large piss hole he had. Bart couldn't help himself, he leaned over and lightly tongued that big hole, the tip of his tongue sliding in a little. Aaron couldn't help himself and moaned a little. Then Bart took the soft pipe cleaner, and slowly, carefully inserted it into Aaron's hole into his penis. Aaron moaned a little in pain, as this was stinging quite a bit. Bart ever so slowly was moving it in and out, going deeper and deeper each time. After a minute the lube's special ingredient sort of numbed the brushing, readying the lube to enter Aaron's bloodstream to make him want to fuck. Also the white of the fuzz was getting subtly pinker, not as pink as the toothbrush, but just a little pinker. Aaron's penis was truly now becoming Aaron's cock, as it was starting to grow and get harder and hotter. The combination of drugs was starting to take affect. The white fuzz was now a true pink, again not quite as red as the toothbrush, but this was only to release a little more of Aaron's toxic fluids into the cum when he shot. Bart pulled the pipe cleaner all the way out, and again gave a little lick to that beautiful cock head. Before he pulled the foreskin back up and let go of Aaron's cock, he dribbled a little more of the special lube on to the head, and carefully pushed what he could into the piss hole, then carefully covered the head up with the skin. "Okay my boys, you are just about ready for the giving of the gift. Let's get little bro the rest of the way ready while big bro's cock gets the rest of the way hard. Oh yeah, one more little thing for you big bro." Bart that pinched his nose causing Aaron to subconsciously open his mouth, and he rubbed a little white powder on and under his tongue, "That will give you a little help in being more compliant." Tim and Bart then moved Aaron's frame a little bit a way from the trough so there would be more room around him. This moved Ryan out of his eye sight. Aaron's head was beginning to spin a little, and he was feeling the most horny he'd ever felt. He looked down and his cock was rock hard and pulsing with his heartbeat. He tried to feel bad about for what was coming, but his sex crazed brain and body just wouldn't let him fully think about it. Tim went over to Ryan, and began rubbing Ryan's belly and looked into Ryan's eyes, which were sort of wide and spacey, and he had that sex blush on his chest. "How you feeling little one? You hungry for cock?" "Fuck, I'm warm all over, I feel so full." "Just wait until we get that water out and put a little more lube in there. Then give you your other little treat. Now the plug is going to be pulled out, you just relax and let the rush feeling just go over you." Bart then removed the plug. Pinkish water came pouring out and into the trough. As the water left Ryan, he started to become hungry for more to be in his ass. Once the water stopped, Bart rinsed him off, and dried him again. Ryan's eyes glassed a bit more and he was starting to moan. "Okay little man, lets move you over near your brother. Then its time for you to receive your special gift." Tim and Bart wheeled Ryan over to within a foot of his brother. Ryan saw Aaron's super hard cock sticking out from his body. He didn't remember it being that big, but maybe that was because it wasn't about to be put into his ass before. Aaron also had a sex flush on his chest going, and he was starting moan saying "Oh fuck, oh fuck." His cock was still pulsing with his heart, and now was starting to leak just a little. Tim kneeled between Ryan's spread legs and started to tongue bathe his hole again. This time though, Ryan's hole was hungry, it wanted sex, it wanted cock. His tongue slid right in deeply making Ryan moan loudly. "Oh fuck, more, I need more." Bart had moved over to the table for the lube and a little nose mask with a small brown bottle. "Just wait little bro, you'll have more in a minute." Bart set the bottle and mask down on Ryan's chest. The went down to his ass, which Tim moved out of the way. Bart took a medium sized syringe and filled it with the special lube, and slowly shoved it up Ryan's ass. Then as he slowly pulled the syringe out he started squeezing a generous amount of the lube into Ryan. The effect was almost immediate for Ryan, making his ass now desperate for cock, for his brother's cock, for his brother's gift. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, please fuck me, I need it up me." "Just a minute little bro, you'll be getting big bro's big cock in you. Lets get your little treat on you now." Bart carefully opened the bottle, and screwed it into the bottom of the nose mask, then carefully fitted it onto Ryan. Ryan automatically breathed in a little with his nose which forced the hit into him. "Oh fuck, ohhhhh" Tim then reached down and rubbed Ryan's chest and pinched a nipple. "Now don't breath in from nose again yet, wait until big bro starts to go into you, then take a deep breath in, you'll get the biggest jolt and high." Bart looked down at Ryan's penis, which was no longer just his penis either, it was a erect cock not quite as impressive as big bro's but just as beautiful in its own way. Bart leaned down and gave it a little kiss, pulsing his tongue into the skin to gently nudge that hidden head. Ryan just moaned louder. "Okay boys, time for big bro to give his gift." Tim got behind Aaron, while Bart securely locked the wheels of Ryan's sling, then slid heavy bars behind and in front of the wheels to be sure that the only movement from the sling cart was just from the sling, which this one didn't move much, just sort of gave little to thrusts, it didn't really swing like the others. Bart was now kneeling down on the floor with the bottle of the special lube, and Tim began to move Aaron's frame to his brother's sling cart. Aaron was now struggling in his mind, he knew he didn't want this, but the drugs in him had him so horned up, his cock was actually itching for action, all his nerves were wired to lust. He tried to yell no, but it came out more as a moan. He felt Bart take hold of his rock hard cock, and start generously lubing it up, all over his cock and inside his foreskin, and an extra amount on the tip of his foreskin. The lube hit him quick and he was starved for sex. Bart stood up with a little bottle in his hand, and held it up to one side of Aaron's nose, and as he pinched the opposite side close he told Aaron to breathe in. Aaron couldn't help it, he did as he was told in his sex crazed mind. The hit went to his brain and he was quaking for sex. Again Bart knelt, and, taking Aaron's cock in hand, nodded his head to Tim to push Aaron to his brother. As Aaron's cock approached Ryan's ass, Bart was thrilled to realize that because Aaron was close to ten inches hard, once he was inside and the frames and Aaron were secured, his cock head would always be buried in his brother no matter how he moved. Tim continued to push Aaron to his brother. And just as Aaron's cock touched Ryan's ass, a small part of Aaron's mind did allow for him to try to pull back, and because he wasn't fully secured in that part of his body his cock did move back. Tim then moved his heavy muscular body against Aaron, and pushed him fully forward and didn't allow him to pull back. This put Aaron's cock nicely into the crack of Ryan's ass. Ryan felt his brother's cock touch him and he moaned loudly, "Please, put it inside, I need his cock inside me, I need it. Aaron, please don't fight it, I need you in me, please." "Breathe in boy, here it comes." And as Bart said this, he held Aaron's cock still and pointing directly against his brothers open hole, and Tim slowly but constantly pushed Aaron so that Aaron's hard cock slowly and evenly slide into his brother. Both brothers moaned in sexual bliss, both slightly quivering from the excitement the of entry. While both brothers were suddenly overwhelmed with the entry, and what their bodies were feeling, Bart quickly secured the two frames together with their special locks, and then secured the special soft belt around Aaron that secured him to the sling. Now if Aaron did try to fight fucking his brother, he wouldn't be able to get away, and his cock was so long it wouldn't fully come out of his brother either. They were meshed together perfectly. "Okay boys, have some fun getting and receiving your special gift. Enjoy this time, feel this time." Tim started moving Aaron's hips a little to help Aaron start his thrusting, while Bart rubbed Ryan's crotch. Aaron was moaning and shaking his head, trying weakly to fight this. His sexual craze taking over a little while causing him to slowly move his cock in and out of his brother. Ryan was just moaning incoherently he was so into it. His cock had actually gotten a little harder, and was beginning to leak precum. Bart couldn't stand it, he had to taste that neg liquid, and ran his tongue all over the top of Ryan's cock, and into the foreskin, making Ryan buck and moan. This causing Aaron's cock to move more in his ass as will. Aaron was moaning in pleasure, but also trying to fight the urge. The fight of the urge was getting more control. "No, please, I can't do this. Ummmm, ohhhh." "Well, lets see if we can get little bro to give you a little help." Bart than moved over to the wall and took down some little pads and a control box. He plugged in the long cord to the control box, and set it down on the floor between the brothers. He then got down on the floor, and saw the beautiful sight of Aaron's big beautiful cock buried in Ryan's ass, with both sets of balls tangling. Bart leaned up and licked each set, causing loud moans from above. As he did this he peeled paper off a pad and stuck it on one of Ryan's ass cheeks as close to Aaron's cock as possible without touching Aaron's cock, and then placed the other on the opposite side. He then plugged the pads into the controller. "Lets help little bro's ass start sucking you a bit big bro, show you how much he wants your gift." Bart and Tim got down under the brothers to watch this. Bart then turned a couple of knobs, and they saw Ryan's butt cheeks twitch, which pulsed his hole and insides on his brother's cock. Aaron felt this and moaned, "Oh, ohhhhh, oh god, no, please, don't make me do this. Ohhh, god, Ryan, I'm sorry. Ohhhh fuckkk your ass it's sucking my cock. Ohhh, ohhh god, I can't, can't give you HIV. Please stop this." Ryan though, because he'd never really been fucked by a real cock, never had drugs, was so lost in lust craze. "Aaron, oh fuck, your cock feels so gooooood in me. I've dreamed of this. Oh fuck, take my cherry. Oh push it in deeper, please." Aaron in a moment of drug lust, shoved as deep as he could go into Ryan at the same time a surge went through the pads, and both brothers moaned and yelled at the intense sexual pulse. Bart afraid Ryan might get too many hits from the bottle now, took off the nose mask, and then pushed off his jock so he could rub his cock as he watched the brother's. Tim also slide off his jock to do the same. The intense sexual excitement of watching the brothers fuck was just too much. Both Bart and Tim saw that the next time Aaron's shaft came out, it was covered in a light pink thick liquid. So all was open and ready to receive Aaron's poison. Between being over a month poz with no meds, and the brushing of both of them, this gifting should take first time. Ryan's ass kept twitching at various intervals, with Aaron trying to fight the urge to fuck, succeeding sometimes and sometime thrusting a few times. Both brothers had a sex sweat covering them. Ryan's cock was at this point copiously leaking precum on to his stomach. Both of the masters were leaking as well, but holding off for the final shot. "Please, please stop this, I don't want to give my brother this, please let me pull out. I know I'm already leaking in him, please I can't give him this. Ohhh ohhh fuck, that ass, ohhhh fuck Ryan, your ass just, ohhhhh god." And he thrusted back in, still trying to fight cumming. This went on for about twenty minutes, Ryan was obviously over the moon in sexual bliss, Aaron was crazed but had just enough of his mind to try to resist. Bart and Tim got up, their hard cocks jutting from the bodies. While both of them were considered well hung, Aaron still was bigger than both of them. Once Ryan got as old has his brother, he might also end up being bigger than them. These brothers with these beautiful cocks, if this gets them into their poz world will make great gifters in their parties. Bart stood up to Aaron and Tim to Ryan. Bart began rubbing Aaron's sweaty fuzzy chest and tweeking his nipples, causing Aaron to moan and jerk a little, and Tim doing the same to Ryan. "Well big bro, I didn't think you had it in you to resist so well. Looks like we'll have to step it up a notch, looking at little bro he's dying to have the gift and your just being stingy. So we'll help you want to give that gift, or more to the point, push it out of you." "No, you don't have to. Oh Aaron, just give me your gift, I want your gift. Give me your bug. I want it, I want it from you. Please, ohhhh, your cock feels so good in me, give me the rest." Ryan came enough out of the haze to moan this at Aaron. "Ryan, bro, ohhhh fuck your ass is still sucking, I can't let myself. Oh fuck, part of me wants to shoot my load in you, and give it to you. But I just, oohhh fuck that feels good, I just can't let myself cum." "Well, okay boys. Buddy, can you get big bro ready for his help in giving his gift." Tim got behind Aaron at this point, and pushed him forward spreading his cheeks, and started to expertly tongue lash his sweaty hairy hole. Aaron just moaned at this and tried to push back to get more tongue, as he loved having his ass eaten out. While Tim was eating Aaron's ass and relaxing it, Bart went to the wall again and brought down two small wired clips, and an elongated butt plug with a wire hanging down. Aaron's hole had opened up to Tim's expert care, so Tim took the same syringe used on his brother and filled it with the lube and lubed up Aaron's insides. While he was doing that, Bart affixed a clamp to each of Aaron's nipples, just tight enough that they wouldn't fall off. Then plugged them into the same control box as Ryan's pad, and turned a knob. Now when Ryan's ass twitched, there was a little tug to Aaron's nipples. This caused Aaron to scream in ecstasy and jerk forward into Ryan, which made Ryan moan harder and his cock twitch a little. Now for the last piece that ought to do the trick, and make Aaron give his reluctant gift. Bart stepped up behind Aaron with the butt plug, and lubed it up with the special lube, he then bent it a little, then slowly pushed it into Aaron, creating a hook. Aaron moaned real loud and shook, especially as it bumped his prostate, which is where it rested. Bart than plugged this into the controller as well, and adjusted another knob. Bart and Tim now stood up to each side of the brothers slowly jacking their hard cocks, their pecs with the tattoo slowly twitching. Aaron was now moaning loudly, "Oh fuck, oh fuck what have you done." Then the pulse from the controler went through for the first time with all the attachments in place. Ryan's ass twitched on Aaron's cock, a tug on Aaron's nipple caused him to start to jerk but then the push against his prostate caused him to push harder into his brother than before. "Ohhhhhh, fuuuckkkk. Ohhhh gooodddd." The pulse stopped. Aaron relaxed and his cock backed a little out of Ryan's ass, with Ryan moaning loudly and saying put it back in. Then another pulse happened, and Aaron's body moved forward jamming his cock back deeply into his brother, both moaning loudly, and now Ryan's cock would jump up with a string leaking from his foreskin to his belly. The pulse stopped and Aaron slide back, with a loud fuck. "Aaron, shove it back in, please, I need it. Please, shove it back, oh god that feels good, its hitting that deep itch. Fuck, oh shit, fuck me. Please." "Ryan, ohhh god, your ass. I'm losing control, I just can't infect you. It's just not fair to you. Ohhhh, ohhhh fuck." And another pulse hit them. Aaron drove forward, with a little pulse of his cock in Ryan which he knew was him pushing a glob of precum in, and Ryan's cock twitch up with its own glob of clear liquid dribbling out. "Ohhhh, Ryan, I don't know how much of this I can take. I really want to cum, I just don't want to let myself, but if I do I'll give this to you, I'll hurt you. I love you, I can't give this to you." "I love you Aaron. I've wanted you inside me since I knew what sex was. I want you inside me, I want your cum. I don't care if it infects me, it will be a part of you in me. Please fuck me, I need you." Another pulse, lasting a bit longer hit them. Aaron was shaking this time a little, groaning, but still refusing to cum, though harder to fight it. Ryan's cock shot up and squirted his clear precum a couple of inches, and he moaned. All the while the masters were jacking off. Bart saw the resistance in Aaron failing, "Big bro, your ready, little bro is ready to receive. I'll help you give your gift to him now. You won't be able to hold off anymore. I can see little bro's ass is dripping with the lube, ass juice, your precum and a little blood. It's time, you need to release your gift. Give your gift to little bro." Bart then turned the knob on the leads to Ryan's ass up a notch which will make it twitch harder and multiple times, he only turned the nipple knob so it will twitch multiple times, and then turned the butt plug up three notches of strength. The next pulse came. Aaron threw his head back, and his waist shot forward harder than ever before, throwing his pubes hard into Ryan, driving his cock the deepest it could go into Ryan. Because the butt plug was on constant not pulse, Aaron held there feeling the tugs on his nipples and Ryan's ass muscle quickly pulsing around his cock. Ryan's cock shot another glob of thick clear fluid out 2 or 3 inches. Both brothers moaning more loudly than before. "Oh bro, I'm not going to be able to hold off. I'm going to cum in you soon. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm weak. I love you so much, I've wanted this too, but not to give you this bug. I'm sorry." Another pulse hit, and Aaron's body shot forward again hard, again driving his cock as deep as it could go, and him trying to push farther, if he could shove his balls in too he would. Pulse stopped, and his cock relaxed back. Sweat was pouring off their bodies. Precum all over Ryan's belly, and still leaking from his cock. Pinkish juices slowly oozing out of Ryan's ass around Aaron's cock. But this time both of their balls were starting to move up tightly to their bodies. It was another few seconds before the next pulse. Bart quickly adjusted knobs so the next one would be a notch stronger all around, and last longer. This was going to be it for them. Bart and Tim were jacking harder, as Bart said, "We're ready to see the gifting, your ready for it. This is it. Your going to shoot now." Then the pulse hit the brothers. Aaron shot forward hard, and because of the strength of the pulse on his prostate and the squeezes around his shaft, his cock just could not take it and the toxin started its hard and fast travel, he was shaking hard against his brothers ass. "Oh fuuuckkk, I'm cumming, I can't stop. Ohhhhh goooddd. Ohhhh, fucckkkk. I can't stop shooting." Shooting he was, he was shooting deeply into Ryan, his cock vibrating and moving and spreading his toxic semen all over the abused walls of Ryan's ass. Ryan at the same time had been through enough, when Aaron's second shot started, Ryan's cock shot up almost straight up and started shooting its on copious load all over his neck, chest and abs. Aaron was in an orgasm for almost five minutes even though the pulse stopped, he didn't remember ever shooting like that. He did it, he shot into Ryan, he probably infected him. But instead of feeling sad, it almost excited him more. Bart and Tim also shot their loads on the floor watching such a forceful show from the brothers. This was all that their dream was imagined. Now if they can get the brothers to come to parties. Bart approached Ryan and ran a hand into Ryan's cum, and lifted it to his mouth to taste the clean sweet cum, Tim did the same thing. Bart gathered up another good amount and lifted his hand up to Ryan, "Here little bro, have some of your cum, this may be your last neg load ever. Remember this as the last." Ryan took the cum and moaned as he swallowed it. Bart scooped up more, "Here big bro, you need to have some of this as well. It's probably his last clean load. Taste its sweetness. Savor your brothers flavor, and remember what a special gift you have given to him." Aaron took the scoop of cum, there was nothing else to do, the deed was done. His brothers cum was delicious. Sweet, a little nutty. "Now you two are even more brothers, you have more DNA together. You've given each your gifts. Big bro's bug will begin growing in you now little bro. Your big bro has given you a gift of freedom, freedom to take what ever cock you want as bare as it should be. And big bro you got his cherry, and he's freed you too. Now the thought of giving your cum isn't scary anymore." Ryan's cock jerked at this, and so did Aaron's which was still about half way in Ryan's ass. "We'll just leave you to together like that. Little bro, just enjoy the feeling of your bros hard cock resting in there. It's going to be hard for some time yet, and it will keep that toxic semen locked in there soaking into you." Aaron though began to feel an urgency in his groin, he had to pee, and he had to pee badly. "I gotta pee, please let us go, so I can pee." Bart and Tim just smiled even broader, "Oh what a treat! That will just seal the gift. Just pee, just let it go, right into his ass. Let your toxic pee will just inject further into his body, fill him up." Ryan sort looked a little shocked, but he secretly always had a desire to feel someone pee in him, so okay, let it me his brother. "Do it Aaron, I want it, pee inside me, just let it go." Tim stood behind Aaron, wedging his semi hard cock into Aaron's fuzzy valley holding Aaron tightly, and began softly rubbing on Aaron's fuzzy belly, right on his bladder. "Do it stud, pee. Let it go. Let it go into that ass. You'll love it, how the hot fluid builds up and around your cock. Let it go. Give him more of the bug, more of your special gift." Bart stood by Ryan and began rubbing his belly, "You ready for your brother's pee, more of his gift, his toxic gift. Get ready to get filled with liquid again, your brother's special liquid." Aaron's head feel back and rested on Tim's shoulder, the sweet talking that light rubbing on his bladder, it was too much, and Aaron begin releasing a torrent of toxic urine into his brother's ass. Shooting with a strong force, shooting well up into Ryan's guts. Filling his guts with the hot liquid. Ryan began moaning loudly as he felt the hot liquid filling him, the rubbing was relaxing him enough to accept the flood of fluids. But it also caused him to start peeing all over himself as his brother was gushing into him. "That's it little bro, just let it go, let it go all over you. Your last neg pee all over you. Feel your brother's going in you, and your's coming out just as hard." Aaron heard this and had to look down to see his brother peeing, and it was a sight. Neither brother remembered peeing so long or hard, nor with such pleasure. "Okay boys, we'll let you rest." Bart rubbed and patted Ryan's full belly, "Big bro will just keep his nice big cock in you for a while, and keep your gift inside you for awhile. We'll keep you here for a couple of weeks as our special guests, just to be sure the gift takes. And if you want to keep giving and receiving the gift to each other, you can. This is a safe place for you to enjoy your new found brotherly love that you two obviously have wanted for some time." Note : I hope you enjoyed this, I know it was a little long, but I wanted all of this in one story for now. I may continue it a bit more, if I can think of a good continuance. Please let me know what you think.

Got so drunk last night; a slut took advantage of this, made me lay down on the bed naked with my pole up in the air and rode my greased up bare manhood till I inevitably injected my sperm in his ass. A born slut.

Amateur porn can be a lot hotter then studio porn , when its real unedited and raw and nasty ,, Have a friend that is a rare type of role/position/personality , He is a Dominate aggressive BBbottom , He has a buddy that also is a dominate bbottom and they love to get twisted high on partyee and slam and force tops to be submissive and their cocks used and milked , they were at a party when they found a drunk/ and extremely high straight jock wandering around confused ,he was depressed his girlfriend was with another dude , and he was the was perfect victim they tricked him into leaving the party and go back to there place where they put Viagra in his drink and had him smoking white clouds and told him it was weed , they got him extremely high and completely twisted and got him in a chair in the middle of the room where they tied him down to the chair then they cut and removed all his clothes then they put a pair of hightop Converse Allstars on his feet and he was totally naked wearing only the Converse as he sat there helpless and his head spinning they faced him in front of the big screen tv playing hardcore Bareback gay porn as he struggled to get free the two bbottoms got down and began working his cock and made him inhale poppers and more and more white clouds , and he slowly started to calm down and stop struggling and began to start to surrender to them , as he couldn't believe his dick was getting so rock hard and he had no control to make it go soft , . He couldn't help but start to moan from the incredible pleasure his cock was feeling , His girlfriend was an ok fuck but she didn't suck him or jack him off and she only did condom and he had to pull out and shoot in his hand when he came , This was TOTALLY different is cock was being massaged and jacked and sucked deep by the two gay dudes , and he could help but realize that he was feeling a level of pleasure he had never felt before and never knew was even possible , But then the two gay bottoms told him his cock belonged to them now and they wanted his cum , and they wanted him to cum inside of them and they lubed his cock and slid their holes down on his raw cock and told him he was inside them without a condom , and the jock sat there helpless to stop them , But as they began to pump their hungry holes up and down on his raw cock he was consumed with the extreme pleasure he was feeling ,His cock was literally being MILKED and as the pleasure grew stronger and stronger and his eyes rolled back in his head , he just totally surrendered and gave into them and began cumming and cumminig and cumming it felt like he was shooting stream after stream of his hot cum deep up in both their holes over and over making him orgasm and cum and then very quickly making his balls reload and he was cumming again and again , over and over all night till finally he thought he could not cum anymore , he had been milked at least 9 or 10 times he thought , but they made him extremely high again and continued to milk him several more times for hours and hours . as he looked down he could see both bbottoms were wearing Converse while they rode his cock as he was wearing them too , he knew he would remember being milked every time he saw a dude wearing Converse from now on . when they finally set him free he didn't freak out and hurry up and leave hey instead he got up and stretched and then sat back down and relaxed and told the two gay bottoms that he had never felt such an intense pleasure like that before and didn't know it was possible to experience such a level of pleasure and the white clods and the Viagra made him surrender to it . they got down and began sucking and jacking him and he didn't resist them he spread his legs and sat back and relaxed and told them they could milk his cock till they get what every cum is left or his balls can make for them , and they worked his cock and balls and made him cum 2 more times . He was now a slave TOP his cock secretly owed by his new BB bottom masters . He obeyed and returned on the weekends to be once again tied down extremely high and milked of all his cum he could produce . His new purpose in life , to produce cum for the bottoms to feed on .

I was feeling particularly horny yesterday and ending up cumming inside three bottoms at three different locations around Chicago. First, I left work a little early and fucked a guy who was in a downtown hotel. He had a gang bang set up for later in the evening, but I got in his ass first. He had a cute little butt, but mostly just laid there, which was kind of boring. (Maybe he was saving energy for all the cock he anticipated taking later, lol.) I then drove a little north toward home and fucked a new guy I had met on BBRT. We had been chatting a few times, but it never seemed to work for us to meet. But he messaged me as I leaving downtown and, even though I had just cum inside the gang bang bottom, I decided to go for it. He had a beefier ass and was a little more active, though still a pretty passive bottom. I squirted inside him, and left. As I was preparing to drive away for home, a regular FB texted me and said he needed some cock bad. I drove over to him and we fucked. He had the best ass of the three: tight, muscular, and masculine. I had to pull out and finish by hand with him -- though, of course, I got my dick back inside his hole for when I shot my load, my third seeding of the night. I finally headed home. So that was three different asses in three locations in about 90 minutes. I felt pretty good about my topping skills, I have to say! I got home, took a long warm shower to wash off the three kinds of lube and juices from three rectums, made dinner, watched a little TV, and went to bed early, my cock a little sore, but very much sexually satisfied, lol. Anyone else ever have a similar experience? I've fucked multiple bottoms before, but always at a bathhouse or orgy. I've never fucked multiple bottoms in different locations, one after the other. But I'd like to do it again sometime because it was hot...

3. Seth If I thought Thursday had dragged by slowly, Friday was positively glacial by comparison. My lab section seemed years long. Lunch was a century, and my afternoon study group was a millenium. Even though I had fucked Mick earlier in the day, I was still uncontrollably horny. It took all the self-restraint I could muster to not disappear into one of the cruisy restrooms in the library and get off. Finally, endlessly, all of my obligations were over. I raced back to the dorm, cleaned up and showered, and put a few things into a backpack. All I bothered with was the bottle of pills, a toothbrush, and two pairs each of socks, underwear, and t-shirts. From my texts with Jon, I knew I wasn't going to need a lot of clothing for the weekend. I pulled on a jockstrap and a pair of shorts, found a t-shirt, and headed out the door. It was exactly 4:30. As I began the walk to the engineering campus, Jon texted me. "On your way?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. It was a short walk across the quad. Jon's office was in the new computer science building. I hadn't had any need to go there before. I was confused by the unfamiliar layout. But, I re-gained my bearings and found his office a few minutes before 5:00PM. His office door was closed. I stood there for a full minute, too terrified to knock. Going raw had been my most reliable jerk-off fantasy for years. Nothing between me and my partner. No rubbers. No protection. Now it was time to take these fantasies and make them realities and I was hesitant. No, not hesitant. I was terrified. From my encounter with Mick, I knew there was going to be no return to the status quo. Once I had been fucked bareback, rubbers were never going to be an option. After the eon of waiting and hesitating, I finally raised my hand and knocked on the door. It was such a tiny action, no more consequential than a single step. But it was choice. It was the first step on the rest of my life. There was a pause. It was terrifyingly long, but in retrospect, it barely a few seconds. Then, there was a response. "Yeah. Come in," a male voice said. It was masculine but not too deep. I hesitated again, mustered up my courage, and pushed open the door. The office was large and bright; sunlight was streaming through the windows. The man I knew was Jon Corelli was sprawled out on a couch, an iPad in his hand. As I stepped in, he jumped up and smiled. "Seth?" he asked. "Yeah. Jon?" "Yeah." He was staring at me, and suddenly I felt vulnerable. His eyes were a brilliant green and it seemed like I had no more secrets left. Nothing could protect me from him, not even the Truvada now coursing through my blood. "It's great to finally meet you," he continued. "Yeah," I stammered. "It is." He was a little shorter than I expected, his hair cropped closely, and a beard. He was stocky, with a defined body. But he wasn't a gym rat; I could tell he had better things than to spend every hour in the gym. "Come here," he said. I took another step forward. He reached out for my arm, and I let him take it. He pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me. I tilted my head down, and gave him a kiss. His lips were warm against mine. I could feel my cock stirring. I wanted him naked. I wanted to be naked. I wanted to feel his cock inside of me. As we kissed, he grabbed my ass and squeezed it. The kiss was probably only a few seconds, but like the wait for his response, it seemed much longer. "What you expected?" he asked me. My cock throbbing and my ass was twitching. "Better," I said. "You?" "The same," Jon replied. "Wanna go to my place?" he asked. "Get the weekend started?" "Yeah," I said. He grabbed the iPad and packed it away. He put a few more papers in the bag, and then slung it over his shoulder. "I'm parked out back," Jon said. He motioned for me to go out first. He locked the door behind him, and pointed me towards a stairwell. As I walked down the stairs, I could tell he was watching me and examining my every move. I wondered if he was thinking the same thing I was thinking. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel his skin against my skin. "How was your day." "Long," I said. "I couldn't wait for this to happen." "Me either." I pushed open the door, back into the brilliant California sunshine. "There," Jon said. "The green one." In front of me was a racing green Jaguar, older than me or Jon. It suited him perfectly: impeccable, without being flashy. He unlocked it and leaned over to open my door. Inside, it was small, and I was suddenly aware of Jon's scent, a bit musky, a bit sweaty. I wanted to bury my face in it, and inhale it. "Let's go." He pulled out into traffic. I wanted him to accelerate, to speed into the dangerous and exciting future. But, unfortunately, Friday rush hour was not co-operating with the symbolism. Instead, we inched onto a slow-moving freeway as we headed towards downtown. "Can I ask a question?" "Go ahead," Jon said. "Anything you want." "How do you get it. You know." "HIV?" Jon asked. He pulled out a pair of sunglasses and put them on. It was harder to read him, without seeing his eyes. "Yeah." "Well," he said. He smiled "When a poz daddy and a neg son love each other very much, the poz daddy puts his raw cock into the neg son." "No, I know how that works," I cut him off. "Be serious. I meant you. How did you get it?" "JP did it. We didn't have prep then. There weren't many options for us, if we wanted to be fluid bonded." "When did you two start? Barebacking, I mean." "The first time, actually." He sighed for a moment. "He asked if he could put it in. Just for a second." "And you let him?" "Yeah. He said he would pull out." The traffic had eased up, and Jon smoothly accelerated. "In the heat, it was hard for me to say no to him. It still is hard for me to say no to him." "And? Did he?" "He did. He came on my stomach that first night." "The next time?" "I asked him to cum in me." "Were you scared?" "Of course. I was in love. That's even more terrifying than HIV." He was quiet, as we sped past an exit. "By the end of the first week, I knew I wouldn't ever use a condom again. From there, it was inevitable." Another pause, another mile towards his home. "I was poz by the end of the month." "Would you still do it? I mean, now that there is PrEP." Another silent mile, but it was not uncomfortable. He was thinking; choosing his words carefully. I stared out the window. "Yeah," Jon finally said. "I would. To be pregnant with JP's seed. To always carry a bit of his love for me. I would." Now it was my turn to be silent. My blood was filled with a drug that would keep me safe from men like Jon and JP. It would keep me alive. But would it let me really live? It would be another barrier, more invisible than a condom, but a barrier none the less. I'd never get to experience the bond they had, never get to live life to the fullest. For the first time, I began to have doubts about my choice to protect myself. Finally, I spoke. "How does it feel? To be poz?" "Like a loaded gun between my legs. And I get to share it." He pulled off the freeway, onto a busy street. "But other times it's scary. I can kill you by having sex." "But it's safe now. You're on TasP. I'm taking PrEP." "Yeah," he said. "It is." I shifted. My cock was hard, and I tried to adjust myself as discreetly as possible. "You turned on?" he asked me. "Yeah," I said, trying not to blush. "Thinking about your cock inside me." "Me too," he said. He reached down and undid his jeans. He pulled out his cock. It was even harder than mine was. "Feel it," he said. I paused for a moment, suddenly aware of all the cars around us, and how easy it would be for someone to see us. Jon noticed me hesitating. "Have you ever touched a poz cock before?" "No, not yet," I said. I was staring at his erect shaft. "Go ahead," Jon said. Then, softer, "Are you worried?" "No," I answered. I felt the drug starting to suffuse my body, building a suit of armor around me. "It's just..." I trailed off. "Just?" "So beautiful." Jon took one hand from the steering wheel and took my hand. He guided me to his dick. I wrapped my fingers around it. The skin was soft and warm, surrounding an iron core. It felt like a man should feel, solid and firm, but tender and caring. I caressed it, and found there was a bead of pre-cum at the tip. I ran my finger over it. It was wet and slippery. "Is it?" I asked. "Dangerous, I mean." "No. I'm on meds. There is barely any virus in my semen, much less in my pre-cum. You could taste it even without PrEP." I ran my finger over his piss slit once more, feeling as a bit more dribbled out. Not that I needed it, but he had given me the permission I needed. I let go of his dick, and brought my finger tips to my lips. I licked them clean. "How does it taste?" "Like a man should. Salty. Musky." He laughed. "You'll get plenty more of it this weekend. Now. I showed you mine. You show me yours." "Here? In traffic? What if someone sees?" "Then they will see a hot young man, showing off his hard cock. And maybe learn to mind their own business." I fumbled with my shorts. I had been hard from the moment I knocked on Jon's office door, and it was not easy to untangle the layers of fabric to get to my erection. Jon was taking quick glances, staring as long as he felt safe as he drove along the crowded street. Finally, I freed my cock, and it stood up straight, saluting the man I had jerked off to so many times. "Damn," he said. "It's bigger in person." "You think?" I saw it every day, and it seemed painfully average to me. Jon reached across and grabbed it. His hand was warm. He seemed to know exactly how to touch me, and for moment, I thought I was going to cum. "It's perfect. We are going to have fun with it." He brushed his fingertips against my cockhead, getting a bit of my precum. I watched as he licked it off, wanting his lips against mine, wanting his mouth on my cock, and if, just maybe, feeling his tongue flick against my asshole. Jon had told me how much he loved rimming, and was surprised no one had ever done it to me before. "Damn," he said. "Now I'm really hungry." He licked his finger again. "Fuck," he muttered as he downshifted in anticipation of a red light ahead of us. "I wanna be naked in bed with you now." "I know," I said. As we pulled to a stop, I reached out and grabbed his cock again. "I want this inside me." "Me too. Nothing between us." "Skin on skin." We were reaching downtown, and the buildings were getting higher and higher around us, as the traffic got worse. At the next stop light, a bus pulled up beside me. He smiled at me, and grabbed my cock again. "They are jealous," he said. I glanced up, trying not to blush. But the riders were in their own world, oblivious to the sexually charged atmosphere right next to them. "How much further?" "Almost there," he said. He let go of my dick, and forced his cock back into his jeans. "They might not have noticed, but the guard at the parking garage will notice." I followed his lead, struggling to get my shaft into my shorts. I managed to zip up just as he pulled into a driveway and we descended into the depths of a tall, mirrored skyscraper. "Good evening," he said, flashing a pass card at a guard. The gate raised, and he drove into the garage. He quickly found his spot, and we grabbed our bags before heading to the elevator. In the elevator, he swiped his passcard again, and pressed 54 on the pad. As the doors closed, he pushed me up against the wall and pressed his body against mine. His lips met mine and we kissed. It was electric, getting so close to what we had talked about for so long. The elevator's rapid acceleration pressed us closer together as our tongues probed each other's mouths. "I've been wanting that the entire drive home," Jon said. "Me too." The elevator's ascent slowed, and the doors opened. I was expecting a hallway, but when I saw the stand of shoes and a table with a stack of mail, I realized that we were already in his apartment. He must have noticed my surprise. "I did very well in a start-up. And Jean-Paul is a corporate lawyer." Then, more loudly, "we're home," "In the kitchen," a deep, male voice replied. I was suddenly nervous. I knew that the weekend was going to be all of us, Jon, Jean-Paul, cal, and myself. But I only knew Jon. "Jean-Paul," Jon said, "Cal is going to be home later." He dropped his bag, and kicked off his shoes. "We can get it later," he said, motioning me to leave my bag and shoes with his. I did so, and followed him towards the kitchen. It was large, with modern, stainless steel appliances and granite counters. It looked like a photo from a magazine. In the middle, leaning against a counter was Jean-Paul. He was a little taller than me, maybe 6'2", with an angular face, and salt and pepper hair with a goatee. He was shirtless, his broad and muscular chest covered in the same dark hair flecked with grey. I followed it down across a flat stomach, and it disappeared into a pair of sweats. I thought I could see the outline of his cock behind the dark red fabric. "Hey," Jon said. He stood on his toes and kissed JP. "This is Seth," he said. He turned to me. "This is my husband, Jean-Paul." "Please, call me JP," he said as he straightened up. He put something down on the counter; it was a pipe. The bowl was stuffed full of dark green weed. I held out my hand, and he laughed, grabbing me and pulling me close. "I've heard so much about you," he said, his breath hot against my skin. "And you're even better in person." He pressed his body against mine, and I could feel his thick cock press against my thigh. When he released his muscular arms from around me, he stepped back. "So," he said. "Are we what you expected?" "Hell yeah," I said. I hoped I didn't sound too eager. "Great," Jon said. "Want to get comfortable?" "You want?" JP asked, holding out the pipe and a lighter. "I mean, if you do." "Yeah, of course," I said. I took them and did a hit. "Beer?" Jon asked. "Yeah," JP said, "you?" I nodded, my lungs still full of the acrid smoke. Jon disappeared out one of the doors, leaving the two of us alone. "You?" I asked, exhaling a thick cloud. "Yeah," JP said. He took the pipe from me and did a hit. He pulled me back, and pressed his mouth against mine. He shot gunned it into my lungs. "You sure you're OK?" "Yeah," I said. "You're hot. Really hot." "So are you," he said. "This is going to be fun." He reached under my shirt and ran his hands over my smooth chest. "Not hairy like you," I said. "Sorry." "No. It's good." His hands found my nipples, and I fell silent as bolts of pleasure radiated out. "Starting without me?" Jon asked. I turned, and as I did, JP expertly pulled off my shirt. Jon was standing in the door, holding three cold beers in his hands. "You are welcome to join, but you're over dressed," JP said. Jon handed me a beer, then one to JP. He put his down on the counter, and stepped back. JP's arm was still wrapped around me, holding me close to his warm body. We watched as Jon pulled off his shirt, exposing his hairy chest. He undid his jeans, and let them drop to the floor. He was wearing a pair of dark blue underwear, his cock straining against the fabric. As he stepped towards me, he pushed down his underwear. His cock sprang free, sticking up and out. Even though I had played with it on the drive here, I couldn't help but stare at it again. I had dreamt of this cock nearly every night and jerked off thinking about it nearly every morning, and now all those dreams and fantasies were going to come true. "Now, who's overdressed?" Jon asked. "I think it's you," JP said. His breath hit my ear, and sent chills down my torso, landing right at my cock. It throbbed, wanting release from the clothes I was wearing and the load that was building up in my balls. JP let his hands drop down to my shorts and quickly unfastened the button and zipper. They fell to my ankles, leaving me in only the jockstrap. "That's nice," JP continued. "Easy access, huh?" "Now you're the odd one out," Jon said. "You think?" JP replied. He momentarily released me from his embrace and pushed me ever so slightly away from him. It was just enough for him to push down his sweat pants. Unlike me or Jon, he was wasn't wearing any underwear, and his cock sprang free. He stepped out of his sweats and kicked them to one side, before pulling me back against him. His skin was warm, and his touch calmed me down, but also drove me crazy. "Oh fuck," I moaned as JP slid his erect cock between my ass cheeks. I could feel the tip of his dick press against my hole, but before anything happened, JP adjusted his position and let his cock just nestle in my crack. "That feels good," I said. "I'm sure it does," Jon said. He was now just inches from me. He was close enough that I could feel the heat coming off of him, but was just far enough that not a single part of our bodies were touching. I wanted to feel him pressed against me. More than just that, I wanted to feel his dick inside of me. "Only one more piece of clothing to lose," he said. He reached out and grabbed my jockstrap, pulling it free of my engorged shaft and forcing it down. It fell to my ankles as well. I stepped out of my shorts and jock, and the three of us stood naked. Jon pressed his body against mine, and forced his tongue into my mouth. I was surprised at the action but was more than happy to let him enter me. His tongue probed my mouth and I knew this was just the first step in Jon's domination of my body. "Taste good?" JP asked. "Oh yeah. Sweet. Young. Innocent." On that last word, I thought JP's cock twitched. But it could have just been my imagination. Jon forced his body against me and his erect cock pressed against my shaft. With a man in front of me and behind me, I felt a bit vulnerable. If they wanted to do anything, there was no way I would be able to fight the two of them off. But I trusted them; we had talked many times through what I wanted, what Jon wanted, and what JP wanted. Our desires were completely compatible. Suddenly, Jon pulled his tongue out of my mouth, and stepped back. His cock was now resting on mine, both of them hard and aroused. "Skin on skin," Jon said. "Just the way you wanted it, no?" "Well. Yeah, I guess." It was a nice start, but I had imagined a lot more than just a bit of rubbing bodies against each other. I had done that in middle school and I was ready for something far more intense. "Yeah?" Jon asked. He reached down and wrapped his hands around both of our cocks. "That's what I want. Nothing between us." I stared at him, terrified that this would be all that I would get. "Isn't that what you want?" I nodded. I was trying not to get scared; I had built this weekend up in my mind, and it was rapidly turning into something totally different from what I had imagined. Jon continued. "You like that? This is how it's supposed to be. Skin against skin." I decided to go for broke. "Yeah. Now all you have to do is fuck me." "Is that what you want?" I nodded. Of course that was what I wanted. "Let's do it." Jon turned to JP, and focused on him. "Where did we put the condoms?" "The trash can?" JP replied, arching an eye brow. "Don't tease the boy. He's probably been looking forward to finally going raw for what?" JP turned to me. He scanned his brown eyes up and down my body. I felt so much more naked than I did just a few moments earlier. "For a few years, I think." I blushed. He had barely known me for five minutes, and he had managed to get at some of my deepest secrets. "You're right," Jon said, an air of amused detachment. "Don't worry, Seth," he said, returning his attention to me. "Only latex in this house is fetish wear." "We should put him in some," JP said. "Smooth, hairless, muscular boy like Seth?" He smiled, and I glanced down. His cock was obviously more erect than earlier. "So fucking hot." "I know what you like," Jon replied. He was stroking his own cock now. It was a thick, stiff, erect shaft and as he stood there, I could tell he was thinking about sliding it into my hole. More than just fucking me, he wanted to slide it in raw. He wanted to bareback me, and breed my hole. A week ago, it would have been the most scary thought ever. But now, it was a major turn-on. I didn't have to worry about the deadly virus that Jon and JP shared. All I had to focus on was the pleasure. "I think," Jon continued. My attention snapped back to the immediate reality, and away from the fantasy I had been spinning for myself. But, the immediate reality wasn't all that different from my fantasy: I was naked, surrounded by hot, horny men, eager to fuck me raw and breed my innocent hole. Not only were they going to be breeding me, their sperm was loaded with a deadly virus. But, I didn't have to worry. There was a small blue pill. Once a day, and it would protect me. "I think there's one more tease that Seth needs to experience." "Oh yeah. That he does," JP said. "You ever been rimmed?" Jon asked me. "Rimmed?" I asked. I had heard about it, but to my embarrassment, I still didn't know what the word actually meant. I had been too scared to look it up online. "We have our answer," JP said. "Right on," Jon said. I wasn't sure if it was to me or to JP. "Get up on the counter," he said.

I just love to fuck anything that is warm, wet and smels of sex through a Gloryhole...!!

Ok, I'm gonna get this started. After our vacation when Andrew took 7 raw cocks in a week, he became addicted to the feel of random Grindr boys fucking his hole raw. Even moreso, he was addicted to feeling their cocks breeding his hole so I could fuck his sloppy seconds afterwards. However, Andrew started to become more devious about it. He started to use Grindr on his own and talk to guys behind my back, as opposed to our usual joint profile. He figured, whats the harm? I love seeing him take it raw, so why not just take it whenever I'm not around as well when he needs a load balls deep in that somehow, still tight hole. Andrew signed onto his discreet Grindr profile, entitled "Raw ass 4 cum". His photo a simple shot of his chest and abs. Immediately the messages started coming in. One drew his attention right away. A white trash type of guy, late 20's, white, taller than him at 6'3" and with a 6 pack. The guy's profile also said he was packing 8" thick. What the profile didn't disclose was that he was poz and not on meds. He loved to prey on innocent little twinks. They began to talk and discovered they only lived about 10 minutes apart. It was late, and Andrew, still living with his parents couldn't host or sneak his car out of the garage. So Mike, his new friend came up with the solution to pick him up down the road. Andrew became a bit trepidatious but accepted. He showered quickly and told me he was going to sleep as he snuck out of the house. Within 20 minutes, Andrew and Mike were in the car and began to talk. Andrew couldn't take his eyes off the gorgeous man in front of him, knowing he was about to become his cumdump. Mike, however, had his gears turning in his head on how to poz this cheating little slut. When they arrived at Mike's place, Mike immediately got comfortable, removing his shoes, socks, and hoodie leaving his abs and crotch V for Andrew to gawk at as he walked about, commando, in basketball shorts. Mike told Andrew to have a seat on the couch and he'd grab them some drinks. Andrew, feeling overdressed now, in his hoodie and jeans, decided to strip down to nothing but his tight boxer briefs which couldn't hide his rock hard 7" uncut cock. As Andrew stripped down, Mike poured their drinks. He knew this was going to be easy but he wanted to make it even easier. Mike slipped a little something extra into Andrew's drink so he can really use this little whore. Mike joined Andrew on the couch, commenting on how hot he is. Mike chugged his drink and Andrew, taking the hint, did the same. Mike pounced on top of my fiancé and they began to make out. Andrew was running his hands all over Mike's body and moaning. Mike quickly whipped out his rock hard 8" cock and shoved it down Andrew's throat, choking him with every thrust. Mike and Andrew, both enjoying it. Andrew with tears in his eyes as he felt that poz cock cut off his breathing, but begging for more with his eyes. Mike thrusted harder each time and made sure to go to the balls. The lack of air, combined with what was in the drink had Andrew feeling a little dizzy. Mike pulled his cock out of Andrew's throat and watched as he slowly passed out on the couch. Immediately, Mike flipped Andrew onto his stomach and ripped his boxer briefs off his body. Mike began to finger Andrew and couldn't believe how tight his ass was. He was gonna tear this hole up and love every second of it. Mike spit onto Andrew's hole and onto his cock and slammed his cock into him. Balls deep, Mike moaned as he loved Andrew's warm silky hole wrapping around his cock. Mike began to fuck him hard, pulling nearly all the way out and forcing his cock back in. Mike was enjoying my fiancé's raw hole and I had no idea that he was taking raw poz cock. Mike could already feel his orgasm building. Not being too worried about getting another load off, Mike plunged his cock deep into Andrew and bred his neg hole. Mike pulled his cock out and began to take pictures of my boy, naked, bred, and unconscious on his couch. To be continued...

Part 4. As Adam let the words sink in he began power drive fucking Andrew and shortly is groaning with such a deep voice, it was clear he was about to cum. He hammered away at my boy and then with that deep voice boomed, “Fucking…you…up…Neg Boy, you want my seed?” Andrew didn’t hesitate and between moans, his own lovely hard cock swinging between his legs dripping copious amounts of pre-cum. “Yes sir, I want it” he groans. “Here it comes” balls slapping hard up against Andrew’s butt, “TAKE MY POSION LOAD!!!!” he groans and cums hard inside him, “MY POZ LOAD!!!!!!” Andrew suddenly looked up as he realizes what Adam said, “Wait, WHAT WAS THAT?” He cried. Adam continues to pump what I know to be a gallon of toxic cum inside Andrew and his massive bulk held the frantic boy still. Breathing heavily and sweating profusely he all but collapses on top of him. We could all tell Andrew was now a bit panicky, which just made me hornier I had had to release my dick and was now slowly wanking myself as my fiancé realizes that perhaps ALL the cum he was taking tonight was tainted. “Did you like being bred boy?” came Adam’s deep voice. “You’re Poz aren’t you?” Andrew is asking in a surprisingly clear voice and looking over at this group horny led men and then directly at me, his boyfriend. “Baby, you know the risks of taking anon loads and being bred” I say pacifying him, “You know it’s what we really want…but were just too afraid to say!” Andrew grins in response and the other guys whoop with delight as one kneels beside him and pulls his legs apart and is beginning to lap at Andrew’s battered cunt which is dripping profuse amounts of cum. He licks for a few minutes before standing up to kiss Andrew and pass a mouth full of feltched Poz cum. Some guys that I notice haven’t cum yet are grinning and start making out in a five-way kiss with Andrew who now freely gives himself up as the centre of attention, hands all over each other’s bodies. One helps guide a big fat PA’s cock to his hole, “Breed me again master” Andrew whispers as he rides the poisonous fuck stick in several positions, as the guy slaps his arse and rapes him hard before biting down on his neck, making Andrew yelp out as another diseased load is pumped in him. Before Andrew knows what is happening the show got more and more nasty as the latest fucker pulls out two more, who could be twins rush forward, roughly pushing Andrew up against the wall and as he tries to resist is held firm as despite the odd angle one forces his what looks like 10” monster cock is jaggedly rammed home bottoming out in one stab and begins his rhymical thrusting. Our view is block as the other squats down and give a commentary. “Yeah come on boy I’m inserting one, now two fingers alongside my bros cock.” “Hey cunt! Relax, open up, breath deep and push out… yeah that’s it, good boy that’s now 4 fingers and a cock in your wrecked hole.” “Can you take any more?” It was the horniest thing and it spurred on the others to fuck further heating the toilet block even more, intensifying the smell and aromas to fever pitch as I sprayed the floor with yet another load. Andrew must have been panicking as he had never been fisted let a loan DP’d before but my anticipation peaked as to what would happen next. Surprisingly the hand is yanked out and with some athletic maneuvering the two guys are man handling my boy, still attached by one guys cock, as the other takes his equally huge penis in hand and firmly pushes and prods at the cock already pumping inside Andrew. “How can he still be so tight?” “Open up fucker” he insists and bangs that long monster hard at my boy’s hole as he tries to force his cock inside, “Errrrarrrgh!” he’s shouting. Andrew squeals like a pig. Whether it was the relaxing scream or perhaps realising the futility of it he gives into lust as can be heard from the audible “plop” as the brother sinks in in a double penetration. They quickly get a rhythm going, stretching Andrew’s cunt so wide that he was moaning in ecstasy and after a good while of fucking we hear, “I’m near” “and me” says the other through gritted teeth. “You want me to breed you bitch?” asks one. My boy pauses a response either in thought or pleasure but eventually replies, “Yes, please breed me” That command must push both over the edge with one firing first, “YES! TAKE IT, MY GIFT TO YOU” as the dirty hot load pumps out on the other’s shaft and he too blasts yet more toxic spooge into my fiancé abused and fully stretched hole. I am positively happy packing yet another erection slowly wanking as I watch my Andrew certainly being knocked up. The show is over as guy’s dress and slip away casually chatting and high fiving one another on a good night’s work thus leaving a worn-out Andrew, myself Scott and Adam alone in the semi darkness. “What about you?” Adam asks me, “Your boy wanted us to arrange this for YOU, so you’d be the one knocked up with HIM being instrumental in your downfall to depravity…but you turned the tables on our little plan we hatched at the clinic…”Andy has our numbers so be sure to tell us in a couple of weeks as soon as he starts to get sick with the fuck flu and we can do it all again.” And then there are just us two; me with a sore cock from wanking and balls drained dry and Andrew with an arm draped around my shoulder to keep himself upright, sure to be pregnant with multiple strains of HIV and God knows what STI’s. More to cum ;-)

All yours

Post workout

If you've got med resistant AIDS that I can get from you I want to hear from you. My cell is 4698663249 and I will chat with any toxic AIDS pigs that message me. Willing to travel anywhere for your AIDS death strains. I look forward to hearing from you hot toxic fuckers soon

versbbguy, no need to rush getting back here until you're ready, but we'd love to hear more. I discovered your Cody series after joining and it's taken me well over a week to get finally through them all. They're so hot I keep having 'interruptions' and have to stop lol Young Cody, younger Tyler, father/son, brother/brother, college roommates, young chasers begging for loads, former chasers turned gifters, hidden cams, corruption, piss fucking, conversion parties, med-resistant strains, forced chastity - it's hitting so many hot buttons that now whenever I hear the name Cody, my cock automatically starts to twitch! Keep up the good work on the stories, and good luck in your own hunt!

So hungry for neg hole.

After a few minutes you hear the back door open and you try to look over your shoulder, but before you can see the blindfold goes over your eyes. You beg more for your freedom. There is no answer back to your pleas though. Then i put a gag with a with a pipe in your mouth. I reach to grab your nose and pour a shot of pga in your mouth. You try to spit but being on your back and gagged you swallow. "I need to ruin you so i can use your ass to pay off a few debts tonight. Johnny and the boys like a sloppy loose crying hole. But i'll let you dry up before i take you to see Sam. He likes it tight and dry." Your mind wanders as u realize i am talking about multiple nights. Your hope for a one night adventure is disappearing as u hear me plan more than tonight away. I throw an ice pack to sit on your stomach and balls. "I don't need you getting over excited on the way. All cum is important, even pathetic cum out of your useless dick." With that i close the door and walk away. I head to the store to get a few more supplies and leave you to dwell on the pain in your balls and ass. Trying to scream, cry, and try not choke. As you are starting to get worried you try to remember if the windows on this truck or tinted or not. You were too scared to pay attention. Can people see you strung up like this if they walk by? Can they get to you? You didn't hear the doors lock the second time. Then you realize you can't hear anything outside the car. Suddenly there is a knock on the window. Hoping someone is trying to help you, you cry out. Then you hear the door open as i get in. "Shut up bitch, car is sound proof. You aren't the first toy i have collected." On the drive to the house i take every turn and bump i can find to watch ur body swing and jump in my mirror. "Make sure you moan or scream every time it hurts. You wouldn't want me to be disappointed." Every time i stop you hope we have arrived, only to be disappointed to realize it is only a stop sign or stop light. Then u hear my window going down and the slight sound of morning birds. "Hey Steve, yeah just getting home from a new collection....Yeah this one will be fun....Oh he seems to be a fighter, he doesn't want to give in at all....No he's not straight, his dick gets to hard for that.....No i haven't got it in a cage yet.....Yeah u can see him, he has his first plug in already....I know you do....Here, or at my house?.....Oh you don't get off for another 5 hours, well let me pull up and out of the way and i'll pop the hatch." The car moves forward as the hatch latch is released and i tell you "Be good, Steve is an old toy of mine that works as the gate guard. He earned his freedom of sorts because his new master isn't as hard as i am. He makes for a good beta to fuck boys anyway you tell him to, no matter way, causing himself or the boys pain at any insistence. He just follows blindly." Then the hatch opens and u hear Steve, he has a husky many voice. "Damn Ryan, he is fresh. How long u had him?" "Few hours" "What are his numbers?" "0,2,0 is my guess at this point." "His ice bag seems to have fallen, may i put it back Sir?" "Yes boy you may, but if you want to touch anything do it with the ice" Steve picks up the ice bag that had fallen to ur side and puts it back on your balls as he does so he uses his other hand to cup your balls away from your body so they have no escape. He then ices the length of your cock. and finally traces the ice down your crack to your hole and the metal plug gleaming at us in the light of the guardhouse. You wince in all kinds of pain, yelling, groaning, trying to scream. "Wow he is a loud one." Steve says. "I know, i love it" "Can i pull the plug Sir? I really wanna see his fresh hole" "Do you have something metal to replace it with?" "No master Jeff took out my ring, he said i played with it too much" "What are your numbers Steve?" "6,1,24" "Wow, okay two things if you want to fuck him. Number one is you can't clean your dick before you go home. I want Jeff to see it and hopefully punish you for it." "Yes Sir" "And Number two u have to get his plug out in one tug. Slow or fast i don't care, that is your choice, but you may not stop pulling till it is out. If you do, no fucking him, and i will reclaim you for myself, and you know how i treat old toys." He sounded a bit more scared when he replied "Yes sir." When i looked up i see your whole body shaking. "Aw the toy is scared. Yes this will hurt. Probably alot. But steve here has a 6 day load that will coat ur guts and make it feel better." We then slide the sling out the back of the truck and drop it to fuck height. Steve reaches forward and grabs the ring on the plug and already you are tensing. "Dude this hurts so much less if you don't tense." Instantly and instinctively i slapped steve across the face. His yelp and hold on the plug was tugged but not pulled out. "Sorry sir, i forgot how much u liked pain" Steve said "Come by my house later tonight, i have work for you now." "Yes sir." he said is a shaky voice, defeated/ "Now finish your task, his hole needs that load" "Yes sir" Once again he grabs the plug and as he starts to pull you feel me grab and twist as hard as i can on your nipples. It makes your ass squeeze as the spiked plug tries to drag out of your ass. You are screaming and i can see the tears leaking out from the blindfold. As he suddenly gets the plug past the big part of the plug it just slides away with the ridged spikes scraping your hole on the way out. "Naked leaking hole in the sun rise. What more could i want?" I say. "Oh yeah, more cum in that hole. Okay steve, hurry up before you have to get back to work" Instantly his hard dick is pressing on your hole. And i am pouring another shot into your gag. Then he is pushing into you. Fuck it hurts because there is no lube. just the cum in your ass, and the little bit of fresh blood. You try to push ur ass out and start coating his dick. It's a monster fucker. Feels huge but really only 8 x 6. "There seems to be a warm spot against his back wall." "Yeah i coated it and so did Mark." "Fuck, i can't take this for too long" "Good blow in him and let me get him home" You feel drops on your stomach and assume Steve is sweating. But i am enjoying him crying from the pain of knowing he has to answer to me later. and his cock hurts. Suddenly he starts to shake and cry out and you can feel this one. Volley after volley of hot cum is flooding your hole and you can feel it. "Thank you steve, now pull up your mesh briefs. and button your fly but no zipping the zipper." "Yes sir" I hoist you back into the truck. No plug, just leaking out your hole and close the hatch.

Told one of my regular bareback tops from undergrad I'm chasing -- he told me he thought it was hot and offered to whore me out!

*** His lack of movement, him just staring at me, melted into an abstraction. I was enraptured by what he'd just done to me, like a deer bewitched by radiant lights on the horizon. It was impossible to process what had happened. All I knew was that my dick tingled; I wanted it again, or, if not that, something other that I knew only he was capable of. If I had just shot my wad with someone else, my mind would be searching for the nearest exit. With Mr. X. I felt the opposite. I wanted more of him, to know more, to discover more, to belong more to him. He was a flame for my thoughts. My mind imagined him practicing taboo and foreign arts. I pictured him overseas, entering exotic ports, each stop adding another souvenir to his body; sucking off a shipmate in some dark alley, both denying the next day anything had happened on shore; an unrepentant mercenary; a defrocked priest; he might have been a wrestler, holding high a championship belt, chest heaving, taunting Spanish at his beaten opponent, shaved, in tights, wearing a black mask. Spinning mind spun tale after tale drinking him in. Mind is a razor blade. He opened my legs, moved in to examine. In the calm of an afterglow, his snake hand ran between my thighs, pushed four fingers into my hole. “Tight,” he murmured in the direction of Riggs who’d long ago collapsed into his own reverie. I looked over at Riggs. I felt a bit of pity. He was shoving the balls that had fallen out of me, now burying the fourth ball into his ass. Mr. X pulled out his fingers and felt the welt Duncan had given me, which seemed like lifetimes ago. “He likes beating?” he asked Riggs in a detached voice. It took a while for Riggs to answer. “Ask him? I think he’s a horny little slut that would do anything for a big cock.” Standing between my legs Mr. X stared at me. “You like to be beat?” It was the first time I clearly saw how formidable he was. His cock had gone down to an impressive swaying eight inches, soft. A tremendous amount of foreskin now hung over his cockhead. There was nothing accidental in how he used his body. I know he had asked a question. I had no idea what it was. His tool's soft foreskin, rolled over my withered dick. “You like to take beatings? I don’t like to ask twice.” “Uh, I uh…” I trailed off unable to figure out how to answer his simple question. No, I did not; yes, if he wished it. “How much did you give him his first time?” Riggs, irritated to have to answer again, lolled his head on the bed, spouted, “Point three, maybe four. Can’t remember. Hard to find a vein. Boy squealed before I stuck him, but’s been loving it ever since, haven't you, pig boy?” I was mesmerized by the sensation of Mr. X's foreskin rocking over my balls. There was a tattoo of a screaming mask right above his dick camouflaged in his thick bush. Where the mask’s tongue would be instead was his swaying dick. “Were you in the navy?” I asked Mr. X. “Was I what?” He stared, puzzled. He called to Riggs, “He’s asking me if I was in the navy.” I shook again in a cold fever, my teeth chatter. For a moment I mistook him for my father's older brother, Uncle Glenn. I shivered in a forgotten memory. I felt I was living through a dream with Mr. X, or a flashback with my uncle in his pool, alone, up close in a tub with me, tepid water washing over us, he brushing up against me obscenely. Me having inappropriate thoughts of my uncle. I was lost in the memory, whether it was even true, but I was also here, wanting more of this man's touch. I tipped my torso up to feel the heavy weight of his cock brush up against my shaved crotch. “You fucked up little fucker. You want to come work for me, feel like this all the time?” “Aw, fuck yeah. I want you to feel me all the time.” The words just floated out of me. No meaning, just sounds that I hoped he would like. “I think you’d make a lot more money than working for Rigg Pig, isn’t that right, Mr. Pig?” “Most likely. But I want a finder’s fee for that sweet cunt of his.” “I need a test drive. You okay if I give him another spin?” asked Mr. X. “And what this tat on his ass?” “What?” Riggs asked, now fully coming out of his reverie. He pulled the final ball out of his ass and got off the bed. He took up inspection next to Mr. X. I liked both men checking out my ass, pulling my leg to the side to get a better light. “Oh, that’s his dreamcatcher tattoo.” “I think we cover it up with a black boot. How ‘bout that, kid? Nice big Mr. X boot on your ass, size thirteen stomping you?” “Yeah, and piercing, like yours. And nipples. Big ones,” I blurted. “Maybe eventually. But yours are small yet." He reached up to pull off the tit tubes. "Let me see.” He popped one off. The tit was blue and blistered, but for me pretty massive. He pulled the second tit pump off. I was shocked how enlarged they'd gotten. Each of the men pulled at them. “Maybe small piercings. Maybe a P.A. What do think, Riggs? A little P.A. on this pretty prick?” Mr. X picked up my dick, pinched it to open the piss slit, rubbed a finger over the soft interior skin. He reached over to a leather case on the table, unzipped it and took out one of several steel rods. He licked the rod and spit on my soft dick, slid one of the rods in only slightly and let it fall into my slit on its own weight. The sensation felt close to what his tongue had done to me, and produced in me a low growl. I began to rock in Mr. X's hand. “Hang on. Let’s get you slutted up. Another slam and see what surprises we can get out of you." He pulled out the rod and released my cock. "Wait, what?" The last sentence tugged on an alarm. "Wait. No, no, no, no" I stammered realizing what he had in mind. "I'm so fucked up. I can't even." Riggs completely ignored me. "He's a fast learning, you'll see." To me, Riggs said, "You’re not ready for home yet, are you? Don't you want to stay and play with Rigg Pig and Mr. X?” “I do. Fucking A,” I said, “just...but I don't need to slam again.” He and Riggs went over to the table with hushed voices. “I want to bond with him. Now,” Mr. X whispered to Riggs. “I’m in a sharing mood.” He showed Riggs the needle in his pocket. "This is the Czech shit I brought back. There is nothing purer." "I hear you guys," I said, trying to imagine getting even higher than I was. "Please, I'm shitfaced." “If I can’t finish," Mr. X continued, "you’ll need to do him.” All I could see was Mr. X's ass. As distressed as I was, my attention span was that of a flea. Mr. X removed his vest now stood naked with his back to me. The tail that began at his hand I could now see the detail of how it slid over his shoulder, slithered down his back, undulated with his breath and ended between his cheeks. I admired Mr. X’s broad back, a giant V that ended in a surprising small waist. I loved the dimples on his butt. The tail of the striped snake disappearing. While they quietly bartered, I obsessed how far the snake tail went if I were to spread his cheeks apart. That's all I thought about, spreading his muscular butt apart. “That means we finalize the contract then," whispered Riggs. "You've had three weeks to read through his background.” Their words were distractions I wanted to bat away. I only wanted to dig in to Mr. X’s ass, find out how the snake tail ended. “Contract," however, echoed in the air, buzzing like a fly, raising a modicum of interest. A quiet siren launched, however far back it was in my lizard brain, buried beneath a heavy blanket of static. I remembered I was cuffed. I rattled my arms to see how secured I was. The answer was very secured. “Fine,” Mr. X said, coming toward me wiping his arm with a wet pad. “The paperwork later. I want him now, just in this state. Have him sign it at some point.” Seeing that I was now quietly watching him, he addressed me directly. “Okay, this is what happens. You might remember some of it, probably not all of it, doesn't matter. No, I was never in the navy but I was a medic a long time ago. So, you put yourself in my hands. Okay?” He said over his shoulder, “Secure his head.” I saw Riggs carrying over a belt, which he strapped over my forehead, turned my head, smashing my left ear down into the pillow before I had time to think. When I caught up with what was happening, Riggs secured the belt under the sling and trapped my head sideways looking at Mr. X’s torso. I struggled, but realized escape wasn’t an option. Mr. X bent down, talking into my face. “Like I said, I think you can make a lot of money. In my bar, I have video studio and dungeon in basement. Much more equipped than this," he said indicating Riggs' playroom. "Many friends, too, and financiers and customers. Some not so nice but I protect my property. I specialize in a very select product. My talent also entertains for me, some very powerful clients. Some in government, some in police, some we don't talk about. Riggs convinced me you are a good investment. We are above board, totally legal, legally binding once you sign. And yet to see if we work out together, we need to...bonding,” he said, holding out the needle. He used a wet pad to clean my neck. Then he lay he cheek next to my ear. “Just you and me, Boy Scout. What you say?” he asked. “Riggs can slam if he wants, watch us, film us, hell, join if he wants. But this is our party, and how we know if we have chemistry.” He rose and displayed the needle, gazed at it lovingly, brought it straight to my face. “Exactly one gram of finest crystal. Pure, like you. You won't believe it.” Riggs circled to the other side of the sling, a video camera in hand. He pushed my greasy hair out of my face to make sure none got on my neck or in the way of his shot. “A full gram,” Mr. X continued. “Half of this point is mine, the other half yours. I want us have the best slam of your life, bring you into my world on beautiful magic carpet.” He ran his snake hand over my neck. “Why the neck? Not the neck.” I was as coherent as was possible and trying to be lucid and calm. "Do the arm. Arm's good." “You’re starting to make me think Riggs had it wrong, Boy Scout. Shake no if this is not what you want. I will respect your decision.” I tried, but of course, he knew it was impossible. I snorted and heaved resigned. Snot ran down the pillow. Mr. X came in close, licked the snot. He flickered his forked tongue up my nostrils. His eyes lusted vulgarly. “Your body tastes good, damn good. Mine tastes good to you, too. I see this. We will have good chemistry. I'm sure. We’re going to have the most fun you’ve ever had this side of dead. I promise you.” Directly in my line of sight, all I saw was Mr. X testing his veins. He chose one that was the least bruised, held his needle against it at an angle, stuck it in, drew in some blood causing the clear liquid to turn red. He slowly pushed the plunger down to the .5 marking, then quickly withdrew it and raised his arm in the air. His large torso swayed for a second, then he grabbed the chain violently rattling the it. I thought for a second he was about to bring the whole apparatus down. He let out a roar. "FUCK!" He held tight to the bars, rocking me in the sling. His body quaked. Breathing rapidly, his head bent, he shook again. “Fuck yes!” he hollered. "Fuck boy, come here." My line of sight was now directly facing his rising cock as he bent over me. I steeled myself for what was about to happen. He held the needle, though his hand shook as he felt around on my neck. I tried impotently to plead again, but he bent down and looked into my eyes. He whispered, “You’re not going to fucking believe this sh....” He couldn’t finish the sentence. His eyes rolled up in this head and he steadied himself with a hand on my chest. "Fucking hell! Yes!" he yelled, almost a death rattle. He still held onto my neck. He focused intensely on me. “Not a muscle.” He found a pronounced vein, and emptied the remaining contents into my neck. "Now you with Mr. X." Though when he withdrew the point, I felt something cold press against my neck, my eyesight went blind. I heard severe pounding in my ears, but made out nothing in front of me. I heard myself in my mind repeatedly saying "Fuck" as before, but couldn't hear myself speaking. A tongue entered my mouth, his tongue. It was the last thing I could remember. His tongue. I don't know how long I remained suspended, but someone had release my hands. I reached up blindly and felt his nipples. I crushed them and as I did so I felt fiery hands do the same to mine. The sensations of flicking tongue and fleshy tits drew me out of absolute blindness. I coughed several times. At one point, between coughs, I wasn't able to gasp in air. I heard a voice like a dark demon taunting in my ear, “Ride the fucker!” Hearing voices in dark corners, hoots and hollers, cackles and cries, indistinct, unrecognizable words, crazed in lust and mad laughter. As much as I tried to adjust to an unnatural amount of electricity coursing through my body, all I could feel was the rush of pounding in my ears, now in my heart, now in my groin, now in my asshole. My head was released from the belt, someone lowered my legs one at a time. I was falling forward, trying to stand upright, but unable. A moment of weightlessness, then giant arms caught me. Hairy arms. I stroked the hair. Some sort of animal's arms, a beast, strong and powerful, lifted me up, cradled me. A warm chest with a heart beating wildly, my heart beating wildly. I stroked the chest. Warm breasts, strong shoulders. Movement, moving through whiteness, fluorescent lights blinding overhead. Then a switch and darkness fell. Darkness clung to everything. Then falling, descending, lowering much lower than the room I remembered. Now red, burning my skin, feeling electric. The room was black and red. Unable to focus on anything but feeling I was more powerful than I'd ever been in my past life. A back that held me. Running my hand down a back, my other hand running down an abdomen. A hand sliding between my legs. No images, but a sense that the descent had stopped, replaced with being laid out on something soft, fetid, crusted, smelling. Someone moving an arm out and a leg. Another hand coursing over my body, through my legs again, diving into my anus. The room was not coming into focus, though something familiar was. My body felt everything at once: it was a rag doll under someone’s control. Definitely not my control. Whatever took control I knew I wanted. My brain started to form around the words: fuck, fuck, fuck, until I found my voice mouthing it, then vocalizing it. Words in ecstasy. I felt someone lift up my prone torso. Coming into consciousness I saw in double vision Mr. X propping me up on the piss-stained bed. I threw my arms around his neck, frantically feeling up his body, pulling his tits, stroking his hardened cock, felt under his enormous balls, through his legs to his wet, creamy, moist hole. “Stay with me, boy,” he whispered. He slithered his tongue into my ear, then lay me down again and rolled onto me. His erection slid on my stomach as he maneuvered my legs apart. He spread and lifted them, and with one stab, popped the piece of metal on his cockhead into me. His length of shaft felt infinite. The pain I’d anticipated from the bars on his shaft instead created the fiercest pleasure I ever felt. I felt my anus rip apart in heat. Every metal bar rolled over my sphincter elicited another rush of pleasure. I was enjoying each notch as small destructions to my hole. There was no end to him driving ever deeper into me. His girth flayed me open farther than I thought possible, more than the balls that Riggs shoved in me. My hole only wanted to swallow him up. I repeated over and over in his ear to fuck me. My eyes were out of focus but there was a moving light above me. Riggs was up there, somewhere, moving with a camera. I forgot him in an instance. All that mattered was what Mr. X wanted and he wanted to descend into my hole. A voice behind the light prodded me to say what I was feeling. I found words to whimper, beg, demand Mr. X to rip me open, fist my hole, own me, take me, pull me into hell with him. Floodgates opened. A watershed of repression, tabooed yearnings, came flooding out. His massive size hit new depth inside my body. If not for the purple rush coursing through my veins it would not be possible to accept such a demon cock. Ring after ring he penetrated. At the point when I thought I couldn’t take anymore of Mr. X’s metal or flesh inside me, I started urinated uncontrollably. I heard Riggs call out, “Fuck, yes, boy. Look at him fuck the piss out of you! Be a pig I know you are.” I rubbed my hands over my belly, thinking I could feel Mr. X’s cock pound away like a creature ready to break out through my heart. I sucked my piss-covered hands, offered them to Mr. X, but got no response. He was in a delirium of his own, sightlessly fucking. I bucked up against him, pound for pound sharing his fevered pitch. The rhythm of his fuck intensified. He slammed my ass in every way possible. He twisted my body at an angle and fucked away. He growled in my ear frenzied foreign words of lust. I returned the intensity licking inside his ear, licking each nostril. I was facing him, legs in the air. He pounded even harder, slamming deeper, pulling fully out, cum shooting everywhere, plunging right back in, not ebbing a bit as he came. He quivered at his furthest point of penetration, but kept bucking, pulling out then stabbing forcefully back in. His frenzy caused me to gasp in tormented pleasure. He reacted by finally looking at me, ordering me to keep my hole open. I felt the heat of Riggs' camera between my legs. “Hold your ankles,” Riggs directed me. I complied. Repeatedly, Mr. X pushed up his torso, revealing his full eleven-inch torpedo, before driving it back down, balls deep into my gaping hole. Not only had he found a more than will receptacle for his massive tool, but Riggs filming the act inspired me to beg for him to destroy it, to breed me and make me one of his boys. “Convert me,” I pleaded. “I want your toxic cum. Take every swimmer you have. Knock me up, Master X.” “Yes, yes,” hissed Riggs. “That’s it, boy. Invite him to own you!” Mr. X, at his peak arousal, quickened his pace. No longer fully pulling out, but only fucking me with the top few inches of weapon, then without warning, drove the entire fuckshaft deep into me. He repeated this pattern, first a few inches until he felt my hole relax, then punishing me with everything he had. I hollered in pain, and then begged him to fuck me again. This went on until he fell back into a less spastic, more steady rhythm. The intensity was still there in our fucking, but the regularity of it, the hours it felt like we were driving away, lulled me into a fugue state where all I was aware of being was a fuck object. All I knew of the past and what I could see into the future was being fucked by him. I was delirious. More hours passed in this state. I was fucked and rocked until I was sitting up fucking myself on his huge shaft. He ordered me to count down from ten and thank him every time I impaled myself. I forgot the order of things. I tried to remember numbers, gave up and, crazed in desire, I jacked him off with my stretched out colon. Riggs told Mr. X to spread my legs and show him my cunt. I was on all four over Mr. X. Riggs gasped. Mr. X turned me on my side, resumed pounding me, holding one leg in the air. I started bucking against him. I said I wanted to milk his monster, for him to plant his seed in me. I was ripe for him, ready for him to sew in fertile ground. Where these words came from I didn’t know, possibly Riggs whispering in my ear, but they kept spewing from me. Became my words, my intentions. It remained a dark red room, a room of hellish pleasure. Hallucinations of being in a meet market, of being a puppet whose strings had broken, of men sitting in the dark watching me and Mr. X consummate our bonding, blended together. I came back to a semi-consciousness, not knowing how long it had been or what had transpired. I was flattened on my belly, unable to get out from under the enormous weight of someone relentless humping of my ass. I enjoyed the sense of futility and pleasure I was receiving by not being able to resist the cock forced in me. I found the pleasure of giving it up for my Top pushing up against Him, telling Him I was His. I forgot who was in the room. The fucker who was in me, flattening me out, a large figure who pulled out at once, bathed me in cum and returned inside me to pump out what remaining orgasm he had. He didn’t stop but continued to hump, first a dry hump between my butt cheeks, and then with my prodding and maneuvering him to reenter, and again I felt his tip spewing warm ejaculate at my entrance, warming my crack, and then stabbing me once again to make sure all his cum was received in my bowels. He paused, my guts warming up to a now familiar afterbirth of urine, feeling my entire tract fill with liquid waste, until finally I leaked and wet the bed beneath me, dripping with another man’s piss. This latest chem piss, I knew I was going to black me out, ramping up, in my unconsciousness, an even greater lust that nothing could slake. The figure rolled off. It was day, maybe afternoon I saw from the window. Time was only a vague changing of light. I saw a hazy figure of hanging nipples, piercings I tried to reach up and tug. Another cock was offered and I greedily sucked it. As I sucked, I said with my mouth full, it tasted of shit and cum. “It’s good,” I murmured. There was some deep laughter, and then I felt another stiff dick enter me. Arched to suck the one man in from of me, I felt the second man twist my pelvis so I was upright on all fours. My ass was slapped and fucked, and I moaned and thanked whoever was in me. I was told to turn around, and the man I sucked was now fucking me, someone larger and almost painful, but it provided me with such infinite bliss to have my hole used by this nameless satyr. I reached back and felt his fur-covered legs, reached under and felt his heavy, slapping balls. I pushed my genitals back in order to have my Satyr spew some of his leakage on me. I felt a bit of ass juice running down. I caught some and rubbed it over my puny nub. It felt incredible yet I knew I was infinitely years away from cumming. The Satyr pushed my face into the crotch of the other to suck his cock. The cock was large but only semi-erect. I did my best to provide him pleasure, but suddenly my mouth was flooded with piss. He instructed me to drink it, to suck it all down. I drank, but his piss was endless. My head down, he pissed his remains over my head, which ran down my back. A puddle formed on the bed with my face in the middle of it. My Satyr yanked my legs up so I fell into the puddle. The man in front rubbed his piss into my scalp. My Satyr lay on top of me, now humping slowly, his mouth next to my ear. “Suck the piss out of the mattress. This is where I'll keep you.” With slop in my mouth, he flipped me around so we could taste the mixture of piss, cum and ass slime together. I wrapped my legs around my Satyr, pulling him into me. Feeling my inner thigh slide along his hairy legs, my feet gliding down his legs to his feet. Only they weren’t feet, they were hooves, cloven hooves where his feet should have been. “Let me take you,” he growled. “Let me have your body. Surrender to me.” I wrapped my legs against him again, not letting my ass separate from him as I felt his cockhead bulge. He slowed only for a moment to pop one of his huge balls into my canal, then the other. “You take my knot. You need your reward!” A lava of cum scorched out of him. My matted hair, his sagging breasts, his gap tooth gums chewed on my tits. I reach down and felt his dried rutting mat of hair between my legs scrubbing against me like sandpaper over my useless nub. As he flooded me to the point I gushed out between and around his mountainous member, I came with him, limp dick but shaking in orgasmic delight. The scorch of his cum oozed out of my hole, burning its way down my legs. He lay inside me for minutes or maybe it was hours. I couldn’t say. I didn't want him to leave my ass. It was quiet. Everything was bathed in red light. Every so often he would spasm within me. Always hard, always leaking down my leg, I was so filled with him inside me. It would take a long while for us to unwind.

Round Three.... Jay wrapped his fingers around chris neck and saw fear in chris eyes. Jay slapped chris hard few times and Chris whole body shivering underneath his. However when Jay slammed his cock down into chris hole, Chris parted his lips slightly and let out soft moans and Chris pens started dripping cum again as Jay pounded into chris prostate beastly. Jay wanted to cum now so he closed his eyes and just pounder his cock into the wet boy pussy for a long time. Jay finally felt his cum boiling in his ball Sav and opened his eyes and realized he's been choking chris as he fucked him. The boy was so submissive under Jays control that he didn't even struggle to stop him. Jay lowered his head to face chris closely rye to eye as he started to to shoot his cum and Chris unexpectedly lifted his head to kiss Jays lips. Jay choked him hard and pushed him down to stop. "Bitch u r a good fuck cum dump but I don't kiss a cum dump." Jay felt his while body relaxing as he pumped his seeds into the boy pussy many times and just let his body fall on top of chris and drifted off to sleep with chris ankles pm his shoulder.

Part 3. This talk, the intoxicating smells of man-on-man sex, cum and piss is all too much for me as my balls tingle and pull up before spraying the biggest cum load of my life down my fiancé’s throat and as the pulsing subsides my deflating cock slips from his mouth with just long strings of cum still connecting us. I catch my breath and bend down to kiss my man. Our heads clash but our tongues jostle as we swap my load between us as Scott still relentlessly fucks my beautiful sweaty boy. Our moment of intimacy is quickly interrupted as two guys, both wanking rhythmically, move right up to Andrew before sneeringly demanding. “Look in to our eyes Neg Boy” and then barking out the order, “And NOT at our cocks…Adam can you do the honors?” Adam reappears, holds Andrew around the neck with the crook of his elbow squeezing hard around his throat…I watch as Andrew’s eyes roll back as Scott announces with a series of guttural grunts, “I’m flooding your cunt…. for the third time…take it NOW…here it CUUUMMMMSSSS as he continuously slams in as hard as is humanly possible. Simultaneously the two guys cum too with Adam using his free hand thumb and forefinger to hold Andrew’s eyes open. Volley after double volley of HIV laden cum shoots on to Andrew’s hair, then his forehead, the third splats into the intended target area, his eyes with the rest falling on to his nose mouth and eventually dribbling down on to the floor. “FUCK it stings!” Then in panic as Andrew thrashes around with arms flailing around Adam’s vice like grip desperately trying to rub the diseased liquid from his eyes, “I can’t see” and before I can help Scott pushes me aside and is there shoving his cum, arse juice and blood streaked cock down my boy’s throat. “Ugg! Arrrrgh! Fuck, fuck, fuck” Andrew utters whilst trying to blink away the stinging cum, gasping to breathe, stand and clean up Scott’s still hard fuck stick all at the same time. Before Andrew can process what just happened I slip to the side lines to watch the next set of events unfold. Adam lines up behind him, spanks his hand down hard in a rain of slaps and ever so slowly pushes his cock into the gaping hole that was once a tight chute. For such a big muscly guy, I notice his cock is a stubby 5-6 inches but massively thick and ugly looking. In a voice, just above a whisper the big man says “can you feel those lumps and bumps as they stretch you wider than ever before as I inch my diseased cock in? No, they’re not copious ridges or prominent veins but nasty crusty Genital Herpes, oh and Syphilis too just to make sure your wrecked and bloody hole accepts all our gifts.”

Part 1. Three months on from our slutty holiday where my hunky 21-year-old fiancé Andrew took 7 anon raw cocks in a week we decided perhaps it would be best to get tested, so here we are at the clinic to pick up our test results. I got the all clear from the doctor, a lecture on safe sex and to think long and hard about joining the latest Prep trials…As I join the waiting area Andrew is in deep conversation with a cute guy his age whom I recognised from the men’s wear section of the major store in town and a man-mountain tattooed, pierced and muscly builder type. They all had their phones out and appear to be exchanging numbers. “All clear, still negative” I say as I sit down next to Andrew and give his thigh a squeeze, but before he can speak his name is called out and off he goes. I can’t help but overhear the two guys’ overly loud conversation…was it intentionally so for me to hear…just what had Andrew told them? “Yeah Roudham Heath Rest Stop is the place to go tonight if that guy wants to get knocked up eh Scott.” “Yep, you’re right Adam and I know just the guys to do it!” I squirm in my seat and adjust my cock as it grew hard, the guys lookmy way with shit eating grins all over their faces…they nod to me and wink, “see you there?” I must be turning bright red as I feel flush but my mind is racing ahead and know if I want to get Andrew pozzed up here was the ideal opportunity so nodded “YES” as I flip open my phone, jump on BBRTS and type in Roundham Heath. When I look up Andrew is stood in front of me, “Let’s go” he says “I don’t need a lecture on Prep and the dangers of anything other than safe sex.” And as we leave I cannot help but notice my fiancé is looking over his shoulder at the two guys. On the drive home, we discuss our Negative test results and what we would have done had it been different. “would it have been so bad if it had been Poz? ‘Coz then we could fuck who we like and just take a few pills each day if what the doc says is true, that it will be something else that kills us and not HIV.” I can see just by talking about being Poz is a turn on as Andrew is rubbing his crotch kneading his cock to hardness and silently I vow to go out on the hunt for some random anon action tonight. It’s nine pm now and having showered and cleaned out we pull into the Rounham Heath Rest Stop off the main road with the toilet block nestling between the fir tree forest and already there are a good number of cars and trucks there, waiting.

This one of the first stories I've read where anyone has described "the darkness" as he put it. Years ago when I used to fight the virus, I would feel it trying to communicate with me. It would give me ideas and visions of breeding ass. Hes right about it needing to move on from us. It needs us to be willing partners in its quest. Once I stopped fighting and bonded with the virus. I gained the ability to practically sniff out neg ass.There is absolutely nothing more intense the nutting deep inside a neg guys hole. Especially if you're stealthing him. Absolutely pure heaven!

So I thought I'd start a new series of posts... Threads that review sex parties, sex clubs, bathhouses, bookstores, etc. When you rely please use the format shown below. And feel free to start similar threads for other cities... Venue Name: How many times have you gone? Location: Rough percent of guys barebacking: How easy is it for bottoms to get loads? How easy is it for tops to fuck bareback? How many guys go? How exclusive is the crowd? Best times to go: Other Details: So I'll start with a couple... Venue Name: RawRiders Bareback Parties (hosted by Danny) How many times have you gone? Twice Location: South Harlem (private apartment) Rough percent of guys barebacking: 100% How easy is it for bottoms to get loads? Tough to semi-easy depending on how many guys show up How easy is it for tops to fuck bareback? Fairly easy to very easy, but selection of bottoms may be that great How many guys go? 8 to 30+ depending on the night How exclusive is the crowd? All types, all races Best times to go: Blackout nights, and nights with a Bear Party after the Bareback Party Other Details: These parties only happen occasionally now - mostly disbanded. It feels like a pretty big waste of time on the nights when not many guys go, or it can be a lot of fun on the nights that are busy. Venue Name: Omega Room @ Rainbow Center How many times have you gone? Once Location: Long Island City (near subway) Rough percent of guys barebacking: 25% (lots of oral) How easy is it for bottoms to get loads? Not easy, but possible How easy is it for tops to fuck bareback? Fairly easy How many guys go? 50+ How exclusive is the crowd? All types go - lots of Latinos, Blacks & Asians Best times to go: Not sure - only open on weekends Other Details: The crowd didn't seem all that focused on fucking. There were plenty of bareback bottoms available to fuck, but they weren't getting a lot of action. They seemed to wait endlessly with their asses up for just the occasional fuck - which is good for tops, but not so great for bottoms. That said - there were a few bottoms who had gotten enough loads that their asses were cummy. So bottoms are likely to get a few loads in a night - just not a lot of loads. Also, the bed in the dark area tends to be hogged by a few bottoms who are just waiting - making it difficult for guys to find a good, private place to fuck. There are other beds, but they're pretty public. All in all the vibe is a lot about public sex - if you like having sex in front of other guys, you'll like the place.

love when the baseball team is working out in the gym at school hopefully theyll work me out in the locker room

I'm sure your bf loved fucking your cummy hole!

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If the top has the right swag, size, and stamina (The Three S's), I can cum hands free. Multiple tmes: Swag- Has to have the right attitude, a Power Top that can spit the right words in my ear. A top that can set the frame on how he wants to dominate my body and use my hole for utter gratification. Name calling helps, reinforcing in my mind that I'm his bitch/slut/whore to service his manhood and recieve his essence until his balls are completely empty. Size- He doesn't have to be super long, but a nice thick one is needed. His dick needs to stretch my hole to the limit and rub against my P-spot with each stroke. Also, it really helps if his body is bigger than mines (taller, heavier, more muscular). It really helps with the eye candy factor as well as the feeling of submitting to a more powerful man. Stamina- Whether he cums six times over the course of two hours and can stay hard, or nuts once in the same time, he needs to be constantly fucking me for at least an hour. Not saying he needs to be in beast mode the whole time, but having my P-spot constantly stimulated is key. I've cum from slow deep fucking as well as hard and fast. Once I cum hands-free, it keeps cumming over and over every 5-15 minutes. My own dick can range from completely soft to raging hard, leaking pre-cum the whole time to having cum dribble out. The real pleasure is in the ass-gasm, the feeling of pleasure washing over me over and over. It starts in my lower core like a dull feeling, then exploding up my spine and all over my body. The harder I ass-gasm, the more I need the top to drain his balls in me. It's especially delicious when I'm having an ass-gasm and I feel the top's wonderfully hard cock spasaming in my hole as his balls leap with each cum shot, his scalding hot jizz forcefully splashing against my walls as he's pinning me down with all his weight, his lips utterung grunts and moans in my ear, telling me to take his cum like a good slut.

I fucked around with Trey Maddox and Steve Wiley at one of the Camp Palm Springs monthly bareback parties, but that was before they did any HDK movies (it was actually the first time they met). I had a room with a sling at Camp Palm Springs that night but unfortunately it was located in a low traffic area. Eventually, Trey Maddox came into my room and we flip fucked at first, but realized that both of us were in the mood to get fucked, so we left the door open with one of us in the sling and the other on the bed (we agreed to switch places every half hour or so). A few guys looked in as they walked by, but none stayed. We were about to head down to the pool area when Steve Wiley walked in the room and took turns fucking both of us for awhile. When he needed a break, he went down to the pool area and sent several guys up to my room to fuck Trey and myself. Almost non stop over the next 3 or 4 hours, there were guys in the room taking turns fucking us raw and dropping their loads in our hungry holes, including Steve who came back a few times. A couple of years later, I hooked up with Trey again at the Coral Sands motel in Hollywood. I ran into Steve at several of the monthly bareback parties at Camp Palm Springs and he would usually fuck me at least once before the party was done (I even fucked him a couple of times).

Dear Rawladz, Where do I begin after attending my 5th bb orgy in Toronto this afternoon and evening?! So many bottoms, so little time and so few tops!! Hehe... Well, I try to arrive early for all the bb fun I can have. I was the first at 4 PM to arrive and check my coat and clothes in at the coat check. The young, hunky guy was straight. If only he wanted to try man to man sex! As soon as I got into my jockstrap and lubed my hole good and wet, other serious bb guys started to arrive. I notice familiar faces and a lot of new faces. I guess the advertising on BarebackRT Toronto helps a lot... The minute you get a bunch of bb tops and bottoms, you know for sure that the orgy will begin. I found a number of lubed asses to fuck. It was early, and, as a rule, I don't want to cum YET. But I have my eyes on a certain regular fuckbud (a luscious bottom man with a beautiful hole) who said last time that we wanted my cum. I fucked him a bit earlier and he GOT my load of hot cum. He said on my dick for a long 2 minutes savouring every drop of cum from my dick. He kissed me and wanted my cum badly today. BONUS: He's also around my age. There was another furry bottom that I fucked in the sling that wanted my cum, but he'll get during the next bb orgy (same club) on Jan. 21st. My dick did enter multiples asses to the smiles of many a bottom… Bottoms just wanna have fun… and your cum!! Today there were many versatile men who changed positions frequently. A bearded younger top visiting Toronto from Germany was fucking some guys near the 2 slings. I presumed he was only a top. WRONG! He saw me and put his hands against the wall and his ass up in the air with a wink-wink for me to fuck him. It turns out he is 27 and loves guys over 40… MY LUCK!! I fucked him for a bit too. This beautiful young man asked if I was versatile, I said yes. He lubed my ass up and I was passionately fucked by his raw dick. He enjoyed the tightness of my hole. He said that he came 3 times before and he might have some cum left for me, his daddy. He kept fucking me and he sped up the pace and shot his 4th load into my ass. He kissed me passionately. I told him about the second January bb orgy on the 21st; he said that he wanted to meet me there again, for a flipflop fuck. I do love being versatile. Best of both worlds. I stayed until 8 PM (closing time for this event). My hole is very happy and my dick is sore. You know you've had GR8 bb sex. Again, like I've said before, over 100+ signed up, 40-50 serious guys show up. You're guaranteed FABULOUS raw sex!! Cheers, rawladz! Read1

This just makes me want to get pozzed even more :-) Great Story!

I'm always taking anonymous loads in the dark at the sex clubs. I love spreading my ass open for any cocks who want to fuck and fill me. Don't care who they are or what they look like as long as they are pumping my ass full of cum.

Usually I like to be naked when having sex! However, you might see me in a jockstrap as well. Read1

Signed, Sealed, Delivered (Day 1) Riggs looked exhausted, shaky, ready to be folded and put away wet. He ambled over to the filthy mattress, which in the new harsh light, showed how really cum and piss stained it was. He flopped down tweaking his nipples, and closed his eyes. Mr. X began his examination of me—and me him. Daylight continued to brighten outside, which had a minimum effect on the black-painted room. However, with the unforgiving fluorescent lights no details were hidden. Mr. X had to have been in his late sixties, possibly early seventies. My jumbled brain pieced together that he was definitely the man I’d seen in the telescope. Now, up close and getting very personal, he was a much more imposing figure than the troll Riggs had indicated. He saddled up between my legs where I felt his fingers probe my newly fucked anus. Slowly, unrushed, almost lulling me to sleep, he internal massage my hole. It had the desired effect on me. I spread my legs more than they had been, and opened my passage to however deep he wanted to explore. He didn't go extremely deep, only manipulated my rectum with a playfulness that made me want to impale myself on him just to shock him. He sensed my eagerness and withdrew his hand and wiped it on my chest. He had gotten me in the state I believe he wanted: calm, observant, submissive. As I looked at him—for that was now all I could do—he had to be over six foot and probably an inch or two more. His face was craggy, aged by sun and experience. A lot of experience I could guess by his eyes. They looked weary, and not by the early hour. He had a long, hanging scruff of grey chin hair, small dark eyes, the whites very blood shot, his brows heavy, black and grey. He was completely bald. A large biohazard tattoo stood out on his neck. So many tattoos scattered up and down his arms, torso and legs they blended together as one. A single tattooed tear sat on his cheek. For the most part, the tattoos weren’t the kind you normally see, but seemed old, faded, etched long ago. A hula girl, a Tiki head, blue birds, fish, sharks, hammerheads, four aces, a wolf, a black broken heart. As he looked me over he licked his thin lips. His mouth hung ajar just a bit, enough for me to see he was missing four front teeth. His pecs hung heavy. At one time he might have had a strong, powerful chest. The breasts now sagged low, hairless, each nipple, like Riggs’, engorged to eraser head size. They might even have been larger, though it was hard to measure, for each one was adorned with a large horseshoe piercing. He felt my abdomen. I glanced up at our reflection in the broken mirror. I felt caught like a fly, watched as might a fly watch an approaching spider out of one of its many refractions. The drugs must have been keeping me sedated. I felt no fear but fascination and some arousal by this man, by the danger he imposed, by the stories his tattoos conveyed. Refraction upon refraction from the broken mirror above, I followed the movement of his most prominent tattoo: a snake head starting on top of his right hand, its forked tongue running the entire of his middle finger. The finger lacked a fingernail. The snake head brushed my clipped pubic hair. The snake coiled around his arm, ran over his shoulder, disappear down his back. He turned and found on the table the same straight razor that Riggs had shaved my balls. As he turned I could see the snake serpentine down his spine and disappear right into his buttocks. He brought the straight razor to my crotch, and in a series of smooth brushstrokes, he completely removed my remaining pubic hair. He grabbed a water bottle and washed any errant strands off me, feeling afterward to ensure there was nothing left. He felt the hair under my pits with the back of his hand. Brought up the razor again and, with a few strokes, got rid of all the hair there, too. He rinsed the area again. Satisfied, he turned and set the razor back on the table. Again, I followed the snake's journey over his broad back, slithering down to its end, tapered tail disappearing down his butt crack. Looking at his ample and still muscular buttock, I wondered how far down the tip of the snake went. He twisted back around. He smiled to himself, a horrible gap-toothed maw, making me uneasy that he read my interest in his snake. He held my head, lobbed it from side to side. His snake hand leveraged open my mouth. He leaned in, ran a finger over my teeth, lips and tongue. I tasted the remnants of my ass juice. Though not overwhelmingly rancid, still it reminded me of how much I had come to accept this far. The "interview" was far from over, if the "interview" had ever begun. He inserted a few more fingers and stuck them back in my throat. I coughed and gagged until he backed out. He stood up to his full height, towering above me. His manhood had relaxed, but still remained impressive. Some foreskin appeared that wasn’t there before, covering a large silver ring that cut a hole through his cockhead. The ring’s tip hung with a silver ball. He saw me staring at his member and brought it to my mouth. Pulling back the foreskin revealed some encrusted white flakes. He put it to my nose. I gave a quick sniff and was assaulted by the overpower smell of fermented cheese. He looked at me, waiting. He put it back to my nose and I wretched. He flicked out his tongue in a licking manner. I thought the drugs were playing tricks, but he stuck his tongue out a second time, indicating what he wanted. The drugs hadn't tricked me, his tongue was definitely sliced down the center. Who was this man, and how did he embed desires in me without a word? I touched the tip of my tongue against one of the white flakes. He grabbed my hair and pushed his whole head in my mouth. Between the hard metal and the repugnant taste, I threw my head back and turned away gagging. He let out a low, guttural laugh. There were so many things that should have raised a wave of alarms, but there was something enticing, mesmerizing about his force, his careless dominance. His proportions, huge shoulders like rocks, forearms and biceps like logs, large, sinewy veins clustered with bruises, the pockmarks on his face, his shrunken cheeks, a pentagon on his right shoulder, three 6s stacked in a triangle on the left—these were all warning me, yet drawing me to him. I shook my head again trying to get clear. Sweat from my hair still flew. He held out his cockhead again, peeled back his foreskin. He lured me to him. With a single finger on my chin, he gently, without resistance, opened my mouth. And with an my mouth opened I extended my head to meet his smegma-speckled cock. He allowed my approach. I gave it a slathering, around, under, then inserted it whole, sucking as much cheese as I could find, perversely loving how revolting it was. I retched several times. He seemed to enjoy each heave. He rotated his cockhead to me, displaying flakes I had missed. I licked up all I could find. I was entranced, wanting him, not understanding why I felt this way from the first flake of white I had swallowed. With an even deeper lust than I had Riggs, now came a desire for subordination to the man holding out his growing member. And as it swelled to an enormous length, what I’d seen only briefly when he turned on the fluorescent light, I now saw complete; all the shimmering metal studs lining the underside of his shaft; the thick round ring piercing his cockhead. At its full length I counted six horizontal studs each evenly spaced. His balls hung down in an enormous sack, testes the size of horse's balls swung by the slightest motion. I couldn’t take my eyes from this magnificent beast. A bush the blackest and thickest I’d ever seen, crusted dark wires curled behind his majestic member. Liquid beaded from his piss slit. He followed my gaze and dipped a finger to the bulb of precum and put it to my lips. I sucked his digit and felt his fingers again slide into my mouth. His fingers reached the back of my throat. This time I didn’t gag but let him go in as deep as he wanted. He withdrew the snake hand looking satisfied. He stared for an inordinate amount of time, evaluating. He felt my nipples. Turned again to the table and took out a pump with two plastic tubes. He placed one tube on each nipple and used the pump to draw about a half inch of skin in each tube and sealed them off. He stroked my cock, got it as large as it was going to get. He pinched the piss slit, ran a large finger over the spread tip. He bent down, spat, and slithered out his tongue. One of the two branches of his freakish tongue wormed down into my slit. It was the most unnerving thing I ever felt, like a worm boring its way into me. My body shook in revolt. Still, he held my member fast. At first, I felt a warm flickering as it went down into the entrance to my piss chute. I felt the other half of his tongue wrapped round my head, stroking from different sides, washing back and forth over the head. I felt myself, for the second time tonight, on the edge of cumming. He pulled back, but rather that letting my cock go, he inserted the second tip, both halves now drilling down into my piss hole. He buried his mouth over my erect organ so I couldn't see what he was doing, but I felt it, every millimeters of undulating muscle that was slithering into me. Not a blow job at all, he was giving me two simultaneous sensations: one on the outside skin, swirling lips and bobbing mouth, something Napa boy had expertly done, but then a second sensation, one playing within my organ. I felt his split tongue gliding again themselves, like miniature scrubbing hands, sliding deeper down an impossible tender corridor. And while he probed, the two parts of this tongue forced the urethra farther apart. Like Riggs had pried apart my sphincter by spreading fingers inside my anus, the more Mr. X expanded my shaft the deeper he was able to drive his tongue down in me. A little over half my cock he'd devoured inside and out, when he slowly undulated, each time kneading further down my shaft. However malleable his tongue could get, the more he was splitting my shaft apart, the deeper his mouth enveloped me. I don’t know how long he kept it up, but he was unrelenting. Finally he engulfed my entire cock, his mouth resting where my pubes used to be, his tongue in as deep as he could get. I felt the top of my cockhead hit the back of his throat. He was tasting me like no other human could. When I wondered if were possible for a human to perform this type of sucking, the thought tripped a switch from which I couldn’t pull back from. With him glued to my cock, I writhed in the sling under him. Like an octopus gripping his prey, he moved wherever I moved, slithering relentlessly with me. I erupted with multiple ejaculations, never seeming to release, cumming deep inside the clogged tube, making my orgasm build up even stronger, then he let me erupt into his mouth for one intense spasm after another. Right behind, like a freight train run off its rails, another orgasm came crashing into the first, and with another flick of his inserted tongue blasted another right behind that. He swallowed every thread spewing out of me. I came a third time, thinking this could possibly never end, a house of mirrors, orgasm spasming inside an orgasm to infinity. He sucked everything I had in me and then sucked out more. Like a vampire that drained blood, Mr. X drained everything drop of cum I had. I could hold nothing back. He took everything within me, possibly everything I would ever have, exploded in his mouth until he finally released me. Relief spread over me, yet at the same time an epic regret that my cock was no longer controlled by him, as unnatural as the act had been. I spasmed a few more times and was done. A lake of semen dribbled out of his mouth, drooling down into the hair that hung from his chin. Some glistening clear juice matted the gray hairs, some gelled in white clots in the corners of his mouth. As he hung over me, some dark yellowish green flapped in his nostrils. It was only the beginning of the day with him, but he usurped Riggs' place without a fight. He lowered his beard and I sucked my cum out of it. Looking over me he knew he had enslaved any free will I had. He was deliverance in the flesh.

*** In the early 2000s, Alan Riggs would commit suicide. After resigning his position at the theatre and the school—one step ahead of scandal, two steps ahead of the law—he'd move to Los Angeles. An old director friend from his early New York acting days would cast him in a Chekhov play, to which he'd garner outstanding reviews—a rebirth of a career, his few remaining friends would say; a path forward after an odious turn of events. After closing night, he'd move his dining room table over to one side, climb a chair, wrap his feet securely with duct tape, and hang himself from the chandelier. I could have saved him the trouble and snapped his neck right then and there. I pushed him off, confused. I made my way back from the window to the bed, pulled my knees up to my chest leaning against the headboard. I was angry and also felt like an idiot, exposing myself in this brightly lit room to all of San Francisco. And yet, my heart raced excitedly; in one respect I felt freed. "You're safe, it's okay," he said. He offered me the goblet he'd earlier taken away. "You're drink." "Nah, I don't think so." "Okay, fair enough." He paused to let me process the past few moments. "He's someone I flirt with. A big troll, but Mr. X is harmless." He sat next to me, awkwardly trying to rub my neck, finding kinks in my shoulders, working his way down my spine. "Relax, boychick. You're going to have to possess passion like that in front of many people, many, many times, and that's just one person far away, in the balcony. In the dark. We don't have to get there for a very long time. We don't have to rush. We have all night." I looked at him suspiciously. "All night?" My hardon had withered and with it any desires. "Finish your drink. I can tell you're not the type to pass out." I sipped, this time, as I was directed, but with a new wariness. I wanted to still be in the running for the part. I felt if I got through these next few minutes I still might be. Winning a coveted role, becoming a member of a prestigious company, continuing with daily classes, would give me a reason and a purpose after the summer was over. I sat on the bed mulling over what to do. Riggs pushed down my knees, and rubbed the fur of my pubes. "I don't know if I like this," he said, rubbing his hand over my pubes, attempting to change the subject. "Even the pits. I love the patch of hair on your back but that might have to go too." He looked up, contemplating something on the ceiling, then added, "Except if we do the Albee in the spring.” "I don't know, I like my fur. Everywhere else I'm smooth." "Imagine though being completely hairless. Permanently. Maybe even shaved bald. How free that would be." "Wait, what?" I said astonished. "'In the play, Boy isn't bald. At least he isn't in the script." "I'm thinking of other parts, not just this one for you." Uncharacteristically, he lifted an arm, inviting me under it to join him. "There, smell that. Is that better than the soap smell." I knew he was playing me again, but I smiled anyway. I sniffed and he tousled my hair, and pulled me into his light pit bush. "No, I love your shaggy head. You’re a beach boy. Why would I change that? That's worth more than you can imagine.” He shifted over to his nightstand. “And as a properly raised beach boy you must smoke pot. Am I right or am I right?" he joked. "Chaw!" I said, feigning indignation in my best surfer dude voice. He ate it up. I could see this evening getting back on track. A nice buzz might just be the thing to seal the deal for the evening. "I smoke all the time. Weed and I go way back to seventh grade. The first play I was in at the rec center, Herr von Trapp sold me my first baggy. But I just ran out and don't have a connection here." "Well, you do now, boy. And, as a bonus, I have something I think you'll like even more." From his nightstand he withdrew a glass pipe and a little baggy of white crystals. "What? Coke?" "No. It's something much more delectable. Like you," he said grabbing my crotch. "This is going to be your favorite new favorite. It goes nicely with G, won't make you blurry like alcohol, or teeth gnashing like Coke. Believe me, the last thing you'll feel like doing is talking." After sprinkling a little bit of white crystals in the bowl, he firmly planted himself beside me on the bed, inserted his right leg between mine, prying me open like an oyster. He could tell I was still mildly wary of him. "As I light this, I'm going to take a big inhale and then shotgun it into you. You hold it as long as you can and shotgun it back to me. I’ll do the same, and on and on. Questions?" I shook my head. "How are you feeling?" "A little nervous but I feel a little of the G, so ready to try anything." "Trust me?" Again, I nodded. "No, really trust me." This time it wasn't a question. He lit the bottom of the pipe with a torch and whiffs of smoke swirled in the bowl. He then inhaled the whole at once, held it for a moment, then exhaled it into me. It wasn't any different than shot gunning pot with Perry, I thought. When I exhaled it back, I thought he'd oversold the result. I didn't feel anything at all. He shot gunned it back to me. I held it then blew a clear cloud into the air. "How's that?" "Okay, I guess. I don’t really feel anything." He ran a light hand over my stomach and brushed my dick. My dick was limp but responded with a small jerk. "Looks like a little better than okay, boy. How about this?" he asked, tweaking a nipple. I enjoyed the tug but didn't associate it with the smoke. He rummaged over the bedspread and found what he was looking for under a pillow. "Here, let's get these on you again." He salivated on the black suction cups I was wearing earlier and squeezed them on my nipples. "You ready for another go?" I felt a small tug of horniness wash over me. "Fuck, man. Let's do it." "You start," he said, loading the bowl, this time with a lot more white flakes. I held the bowl as he fired the torch under it. I sucked in the white smoke as soon as it formed, held back for a while, but when I was about to pass it over, he held up a hand indicating to hold it longer. I held it as long as I could, then he relented, and locked his lips back to mine. He inhaled the cloud, held it, paused, then passed it back. After exhaling, this time I totally felt a rush, not like a stony rush, but warmth that emanated between my ass and my prick. I tweaked his nipples, my cock not fully awake, but his dick rose immediately from his lap. "Tell Daddy how you're feeling now, boy." "Like, totally horny, Pig Dad." He evilly smiled back. His fingers rubbed a spot under my balls. He asked me if I felt it here. Eagerly I confirmed I certainly felt it jutting my crotch toward him. "How about here?" he asked, swirling a finger around my sphincter. I spread my legs a little farther apart in answer. "One more go," he directed. "When you breathe it in this time, breathe down where you were taught to breath, right down here," he said, pressing two fingers between my balls and my asshole. "Breathe deeply into your taint, feel it drawing down to here." As I inhaled he began rubbing his fingers up and down, circling out with wider and wider strokes. He pressed his fingers under each ball, one at a time, then drew back creeping closer and closer to my anus. He brought out the fingers that had been circling my taint to hold the pipe. He sniffed his fingers, and said in amusement, "Boy, you have a mighty stench. I think you definitely have industry potential. We shall have to patent you.” I was awake to every part of my body. Where it touched the sheets, where his leg brushed against mine, where, after he shot gunned me and our mouth grew apart, I saw a string of saliva hanging from him to me, like a cobweb. I licked my lips and felt the saliva brake, swinging back, cold and wet, landing on my neck. When his next shot gun reattached his lips to mine, I inhaled but also stuck my tongue into his mouth and sucked in all his juices. He locked in on my eyes, and laid me flat on my back. He breathed over me, into me, not letting me move. Inhaling and exhaling, locked in breath, not taking in new air but rhythmically using what we had between us until we were near asphyxiation. His breath expanded inside me, exhaling myself at the last second back into him. I felt a darkening in me with each breath, something that came directly from him, something from his basest nature insinuating itself into mine. With every breath I wanted it more. There was an unrelenting desire to touch my dick, or his, but every time I began to move my hand, he brought my palm back to my chest. We finally broke with a snap, both of us gasping for air. His palm covered my racing heart. He pulled off the black cups, running his fingertips over my nipples, giving them a tweak before continuing the journey down to my cock. When his fingers arrived, he pulled my erection down to my balls and then let it fly, slapping my stomach. What had originally been a frustration became pure pleasure. Letting him do with me whatever he wished. He licked a thumb and gently glided it over the glans of my penis, and then suddenly, without warning and with utter ferocity slapped my balls. I instinctively curled up into his chest. I looked up at him for a reason, but I could tell there was none, simply cold desire in his eyes. He coaxed me, bit by bit, to lay back down letting him run his fingers again up and down my body. He instructed me to close my eyes, legs open. He then gently, with an open palm, started tapping my balls. With his free hand, he spread my legs further apart. "Stay open, stay with me," he said. The beating of my balls slowly increased in intensity. What had previously ended in a quick, hard smack had made me double up into myself, this tapping, when increased so slowly I wasn't even aware of it, became curiously and ever-increasingly pleasurable. Without really thinking about it, my pelvis rose to greet the next smack of his hand, encouraging him to hit me harder. I wasn't thinking but feeling a desire to submit to his discomfort, even as it started getting painful, I felt a desire being drawn out of me like an itch desperate in needed of a scratched. "Alright then," he said, abruptly stopping, waiting a second, and then once again gave me a full smack in my balls. This time in only half-curled position, eyes still closed, he soothingly rubbed my balls. Not knowing what was coming next, but wherever he was taking me, I curiously wanted to follow. I relaxed again to a prone position. Whether it felt good or not, what I was enjoying was the desire to put myself literally in another man's hands, in Riggs' hands. He grabbed my balls and I winced. "Take it," he said, "let me have your balls. I want your balls, boy. Give them up. I'm not letting go until you give them over. Breathe. Breathe through it." The last suggestion, got me to force myself to lay back even though the pain was excruciating. I opened my eyes to see him release me with a flourish. I reached my arms up and put them around him. He enveloped me completely. We locked lips and laid down in each other’s arms, kissed more deeply, exchanging saliva, drooling out the sides of our mouths. He licked the side of my face. On an elbow he rose his face above mine and stuck out his tongue, drool dangling down. I quickly raised up and suck his tongue. Spontaneously, I felt myself starting to hump his leg, feeling each hair on his leg, seeing precum dribbling off his erect dick. "Okay, boy, you're going to bust your nut or mine." I started whimpering like a puppy, painfully not wanting to disconnect from him. I wanted his pain or his pleasure. I didn't matter which. "Turn frenzy into passion. If you blow now, that's going to cut short our evening and I don't think you're ready to go home." I forced myself on my back only rubbing his nipple, hoping that could calm me down. It worked to a degree. I didn't feel out of control but I was still under his spell, wanting him to take me further. I ran my hand down to his ample penis, feeling his piss slit oozing leakage. "You leak a lot," I said, staring at the ceiling, taking a bit of it to my tongue to see how he tasted. "You have no idea. Though I have a feeling though you will. Stick your finger inside.” “What, in your dick?” “Yeah, the slits big.” I did and it was! I felt I could insert half my index finger in it. I rolled to look and saw how the shaft bulged as far down as I dare go. He writhed with each insertion, leaked even more on my digit. "Are you going to show me how I can get mine like that?" I asked. “Okay, stop. Stop! Yes, and while we explore I'm sure we'll find other things you'll like. Now, lay on your stomach. Let see exactly what your little butt is packing.” Where a moment ago I was mad dog rutting on his leg, I excitedly flopped onto my stomach laying still. Riggs rolled on top of me. His cock slime lubed my butt, and he humped my butt a few times without ever penetrating. It made me want him to start fucking away, but I feared he'd destroy my virgin ass on his first thrust. Instead, he reached under my balls and pulled down my dick, again forcing it to where it didn't want to go. "You can let your butt stay in the air till you dick lets you relax. I want to teach you to take pleasure not just with your prick but with your whole body, especially, if not eventually, exclusively, with your fuckhole," he said. He lightly stroked the inside of my thigh and coaxed me to open my legs. I heard rummaging again in his nightstand. With my butt in the air, legs open, proudly displaying my hole, he said, "Hold right there." I saw a flash, but he said, “no, just relax, I need documentation." "Of what,” I ask. "Of your progress, boy. Yes, beautiful. What a lovely jungle. A tight pink, quite hairy hole. Spread your cheeks apart more, boyhole." I complied, spreading my cheeks as ordered. It felt so freeing to do what Riggs wanted me to do. I was following his words, encouraging me to play with myself. Rubbing a finger across my ass and lick the pungent finger through half-closed eyes. My dick was finally relaxed enough to lay down on top of it. He stroked it a couple of times, alternating between squeezing my balls and playing with my cock. He set the camera aside, and hovered his face between my legs. He spread my legs further, pulled my asscheeks apart, and did what no man had ever done. Feeling his tongue lick first the inside of my thighs, then the inside of my left cheeks, then right inside, circling his tongue down to my balls, then slowly up to the bottom of my hole, then working excruciatingly slow over my asshole to the top of my crack. I moaned the entire time he was in direct contact with my hole. I was ashamed and amazed knowing my hole wasn't clean and yet Riggs treated it to a tender bath, cleansing it hair by hair with his tongue. The feeling of his slimy tongue slithering across my hole sent waves of electric current over my body. He leaned above, looking at it, spread his hands for maximum exposure, and dove straight back into my hole, parting the asslips with his hands to dig in as far as his tongue could reach. I had a decent blow job by the dapper Napa boy, but Riggs eating of my ass left that back in the schoolyard. He chewed the outside my asslips, his teeth biting, pulling with his finger, wet and fat, sliding his tongue between the lips to separate the sphincter until it opened to him. He murmured affirmation to me, how good I was, what an angel. He spit on my hole, then a first wet finger slipped inside. His index finger up to his first knuckle, wiggled slowly, then withdrew. He gave me time to absorb the first shock of penetration. When I used my hands to spread my hole open, he spit on my ass, and re-inserted his finger now to the second knuckle, all the while slobbering to wet and push more saliva into my chute. As his index finger withdrew, he traded it with his long middle finger. I had never felt such an incredible and disturbing feeling come over me as it drove down in me. At once uncomfortable, but discomfort far outweighed pleasure with every millimeter he conquered inside my hole. A new and unrepentant feeling of letting a man, a man who made each thrust feel like a surrender, a man who took over my most intimate body part. "Your prostate, boy. Feel it?" Two fingers now pressed up in my rectum. I cursed into the pillow how good it felt. It was such an unusual sense of arousal and a need to urinate, both at the same time. "How's that feel, boy?" "It's incredible, Sir. I want more, Sir." I couldn't describe how pleasured I felt. I hammed up the role, "Please, Sir, may I have some more." "Oh, Oliver, what a pig you are." "Yes, Sir. Oliver want's more of Sirs sticky fingers. Please, Sir," I said, laughing and drooling into the pillow. He added a third wet finger and suddenly I wasn't laughing anymore. I let out a guttural "fuck," but also pushed my butt on to him. "Let me eat that boy pussy and get it nice and wet for daddy's fourth finger, then you should be ready for daddy. Now arch your back like you wanted to do all evening." I arched to his waiting mouth and he licked and tongued it with a ferocity matched only by my mashing my butt into his face. "Oh, you've got a nasty, stinking cunt, don't you, Boy Scout?" "Yes, Sir. It's your dirty scout cunt, just for you." "We'll see if it's just for me. But you know you're going to have to return the favor before the night's out." "Mm-hm," I moaned and nodded into the pillow. Every tongue lashing he gave, producing a louder and louder moan. "Remember what you're saying, boy, because I certainly will." I kept agreeing into the pillow anything, only wanting him to eat and finger my ass without ever stopping. He pulled back and four fingers pressed on my tight hole. For several minutes he attempted, but it was too much. No amount of spit would permit four to go in. I strained against him, but having such a tight hole, it held me back from what we both wanted. I imagined his four fingers would lead to spreading my hole fully open so I could take in his large cock. He reached into the nightstand and took out a little brown bottle and the bag of tina. He took the bag and, after lapping like a dog across my asshole, he wet his middle finger, dipped it in the bag of tina. "Now, boy, crack the bottle and take a strong sniff in each nostril." I knew about poppers, the Napa boy had them, but I'd never done them myself. I took the two hits like he instructed, and instantly my inhibitions flew. I barely closed the bottle before my head fell into the pillow. At my other end, I held my haunches high, spreading my cheeks apart for Riggs to have free access. Never so strongly had I wanted to be gouged. My butthole puckered out to him as he rubbed my pouting lips and slipped his finger deep inside. I immediately felt burning where he sent his finger. I clamped down hard. "No, just relax," he encouraged. "That burn goes away, and then you're going to want to open up." He was right, again reinforcing the notion that whatever he wanted me to do, I would. "Flip on your back and take another hit. Oh, fuck yes, beautiful, pigboy. Here, put your legs up on my shoulders." I couldn't remember who I was but I knew I would do everything this man wanted me to. I aimed my butt cheeks straight at his evil grinning face. He spread my legs apart and gave me one last astonishing rim job. His mouth ravished me. He diddled a while, brushing my hole lightly with two fingers, then dug in violently till one finger of each hand were buried to his third knuckle. He pried me open leaving me feeling exalted and revealed. He re-inserted three wet fingers again and when they were buried in me, he started flicking his fingers inside. It was another new sensation, making me cry out for more. "There's Daddy's slut boy. Time for a little lube." He brought out a tube and squirted some on the outside on my hole. "Take three more hits," he said, and waited, watching me as I obeyed. I licked my lips, wordlessly telling him how much I wanted him in me. Four fingers, the entire palm of his hand, entered as I laid the bottle down, feeling him impaling me. "Ah, pigboy. That’s great. Good job. Don't fight me. Let me just finger you now. I'm holding right here till you quit squeezing. Concentrate on me, on what I'm telling you. Look at me and lower your torso. Good. Now let me feel you open up. Spread more. Good. Grab your ankles. Stay still. Let me go in deeper." As I lay motionless, legs held in the air, very open and relaxed, enjoying the probing, he gently twisted his finger around my hole, going from a flat hand, and then circling them into a group. Not trying to go too deep, but giving me the sensation of what every inch of my hole was capable of feeling. I sensed him inside me wiggle, sometimes jutting a bit deeper, then pulling back, but with each slight withdrawal he was coaxing me to impale myself deeper. Eventually, I relaxed my inner sphincter. I could tell his interest wasn't attentive to my outer sphincter any more, but now he felt around searching for a deeper obstacle. I saw in his eyes he found something he liked. Now he only wanted to play with that. "Ah, pigboy, do you feel that?" I couldn't sense what he was talking about, but it was another new sensation being revealed to me. "Take a good hit of poppers." I did and offered him one. He shook his head. “Not yet,” he said, “soon though. Take another one real deep, boy, and I'll tell you what I'm doing.” I took the deepest hit yet and fell back, relaxed, desperately horny, flying cradled in the pillow. "Feel that moving inside you?" I did feel something odd moving inside. "That's one of your logs. I'm playing with a piece of shit inside you, David." I heard his words but they weren't connecting to any meaning. The sensation was all I was aware of, bucking up against something inside, feeling a large object rolling up and down in me, something he was pushing in and I was pushing it back to him. Then the words caught up to the sensation and I understood. An erection slowly rose out his meaning and merged with the sensation his was giving me. I understood what we were doing. This wasn't acting like a pig with Riggs. This was actually being Riggs' pig. "You're fucking me with my own turd, Sir?" He nodded with his most leering grin. I was filling up with an overload of sensation. "I'm going to cum, Sir." "No, not yet, my pig." He slid his fingers gently but quickly out of my shit chute. "Not till I want you to." I could feel myself right at the edge of cumming. I managed between squeezing and relaxing to suppress the feeling of nutting and not get taken over the edge. Still, my head was spinning, realizing what we'd just done. “Let’s clean you out. We shall introduce you to the playroom, and then take things up a notch.” I should have taken more stock in the "we" in his sentence. The Casting Sling (Midnight) Riggs led me to his palatial bathroom. Almost as big as my whole apartment. He showed me the bidet, where I could squat and clean out as he instructed. “Take your time. Find the right temperature and do it till you’re running clear." He had turned on the bidet and was feeling for an acceptable temperature. "We don't need to do this every time, but this first time it’ll be easier to have you entirely empty. Meet me downstairs." He wiped his hands dry on a clean towel. "The closet across from the front door has a trick lock in back. I had the garage split in half years ago. Go through the closet to get to the playroom. I'll getting us water and some treats. Need to keep hydrated.” I cleaned out for what seemed like a pleasurable lifetime. It was warm, comforting, lulling me into a calm, mellow state. I would have stayed longer but Riggs called up to me, asking if I was ready. When I passed the dining room I heard him fiddling around in the kitchen, and talking on the phone. I called out I was on my way down. I trotted down to the first floor, and found the lock on the closet's back opening revealing the playroom. At first it was pitch black, comfortably warm. As my eyes adjusted I saw to my right a high window with newspaper taped across it. Occasionally a fleeting car's headlights would drive by and dimly light the space. I felt around for a light switch, found one and flicked it on. The room illuminated only with a soft red light, the kind you’d find in a photographer’s dark room. It took a while for my eyes to adjust, but eventually they did. I could hear the floor creak above, Riggs still moving around, muffled sounds of him arguing. I took my time to scan the room. From what I could tell the room was painted black. A stained bare mattress lay in the left corner next to a door, which I assumed led to the rest of the garage. The mattress had the same stain as Riggs’ pants after I had rubbed my dirty hole against him. Next to it and across from me, was a sling like I’d seen in the man’s room in the tenement. It infatuated me. I crossed to put my hand on it. In the front, two leather loops hung for legs. At the back, chains ran up to the corners, where midway, leather cuffs dangled for wrists. A cracked mirror hung above the leather bed that hung from back to front. A small, black pillow lay at the head of the sling. A table with multiple drawers was on its right. I glanced in the drawers. Ropes, some thick, some thin, chains, locks, gloves, hand cuffs, clothes pins, a variety of leather straps and collars filled the drawers. Where I first entered, pegboard ran along the wall. Its purpose reminded me of the pegboard in the garage where my dad had his workshop. But where my old man’s pegboard held hammers, screwdrivers, wrenches, and a big boobed calendar girl, this pegboard held whips with a single tail, whips with assorted number of tails, dildoes of various sizes, from one the size of my stiff dick up to one with a head the size of my fist and the length of my forearm. There were also paddles, rubber balls strung together, double-ended dildoes, rubber hands and rubber fists. There was a vast array of shiny medical instruments that I could only guess their purpose. Viewed together in the semi-darkness I was totally intimated and keenly aroused. In a darkest corner, to my right, next to a large support beam with a curtain that could be drawn, and where from the window above an occasional headlight flared, was a doctor’s examination table, complete with metal stirrups. The table was modified so the sides had straps that could tie a patient down. An angled mirror hung above. I saw myself dimly reflected, and saw I was sporting a full erection. Since I’d never seen one up close, I was most curious about the sling. I went back over to it, ran my hand over its thick leather surface, then bent down and smelled it. Catching the scent of Crisco and leather mingled together I inhaled deeply. It made my dick harder. I climbed into it wiggling my feet into the lower leg straps, admiring myself and my dick in the mirror. I tugged at my dick. How could something so foreign bring a sense of such familiarity? Riggs opened the door, startling me. He was barely visible in the shadows. “Perfect,” he said. “Stay right there. I knew you’d fit like a glove.” He had what I thought were two cigarettes, one above each ear. Orange tipped, extra-long, skinny. He placed both on the table beside the sling, then turned and came to me and pecked my forehead. "You like, boychick?" he asked. “I love this whole room,” I replied. “I don’t know what half of the stuff on the wall is but it somehow lures me.” “I bet it lures you, tiger. You’re going to love it here, I guarantee. I'd like to keep you here all the time.” I eyed him warily. “Just kidding." Then he turned serious, "but trust me, boychick: there are many ways to be kept." Brightening, he said, "Let me show you one. Give me have your arm.” He lifted it to the wrist cuff and locked it in place. “The better to lick your pits, my dear.” He went straight into licking my raised pit. I laughed and after a few moments of getting into the sensual nature of it, let out a small moan. He licked my ear. A wet gushing sound. He then went to the other side and strapped that arm in. Once in place he spit and wet the whole left side of my body. “Now no flinching while I do this.” He went straight for my dick and started sucking. Being in such a vulnerable position, it would have been easy to get me to spurt. He shifted and popped one ball in his mouth, then the other, then both. He rose from playing with my bound body and ran fingers through my pubes. “How about we give these a little shearing?” “But I like my hair.” “Just a snip then. Just to minimize the bush and emphasize what remains.” He grabbed a small pair of scissors from the drawer and snipped one side of my pubes, then the other. “Oh, much better. But we do need to do something about your balls.” In the same drawer, he pulled out a barber’s straight razor. He took a bottle of water and poured some in a pan. He soaked a rag and washed my balls. He took out a can of shaving cream, sprayed some in his hand, pulled down and help out one of my balls between his fingers and lathered it. He wiped his hands and began to tease me with the blade’s cold surface. He became quite serious. “I would not move a bit if I were you.” Riggs slowly shaved one angle of my testicle, twisted it painfully and shave the other side. He grabbed my second ball and shaved it in the same manner. In the mirror I watched him shave from the bottom of my asshole to the top my balls. When he was finished, he grabbed a stool and sat between my legs. Again he washed my ass and applied lather inside each cheek. With broad stokes he glided along the outside of my cheeks, shaving whole clumps of dark ass hair with each stroke, washing the blade in the pan when finished. As he got closer to the center, his strokes became smaller, more precise, eventually removing each hair individually. He pushed a cheek aside and cleaned until he got to the exact center. It felt incredible as he ran his fingers over his handiwork. Even at the end, when I thought he was finished, he took the blade and pressed it gently inside my ass. "If you clench you'll cut yourself. So relax." With that he slowly twisted the blade within my hole. I breathed slowly hoping he'd soon be finished. He removed it saying what a good boy I was. With the remains of the bottle, he ran the water down my balls and butt draining to the cement floor, washing away any stray hairs with it. I heard the water drain somewhere in the center off in the darkness. On his stool he sat between my legs and started licking my butthole, pulling my cheeks apart until he bared my anus. His face dug into me, tongue-fucking me royal. The sling had positioned me completely open, splaying me, totally vulnerable to his probing. His stiff tongue penetrated deeper with each jab, consequently getting me harder the longer he probed. As a finale, he reached up and locked my legs in the cuffs, saying, “Too late to get away now, Boy Scout. Guess you weren't prepared.” On the right metal pole above my arm was a light. He flicked on. I look away from the glare, and when I focused back I saw him holding a cotton ball and a bottle of alcohol. He dabbed the ball and examined my arm. “What’s that for?” I asked, suddenly more alert than before. He was silent while he pressed and kneaded the crook of my arm. He then lightly felt up my forearm and lower bicep, feeling it with two fingers. “Hmm,” he exhaled. “Not very good I’m afraid.” He went around to the other side still holding the pad, switched on a clamped light over my left arm, and went through the same procedure there. “Better on the right. Not great with your arm in the air but we do with what we have.” He came back to my right side. Started wiping the crook of my arm with his cotton ball. “What the hell, Alan?” “Time for Rigg Pig to get busy,” he responded distractedly, scrupulously checking the area. He looked up and now seemed to notice me lying there. “Time to take you down a notch, Boy Scout.” He picked up what he earlier had set on the table, uncapped the orange tip, and a needle glistened in the light. “Uh, I don’t think so. Not really into needles, Alan.” “I think I found a good vein. We don’t want to waste it. Hold still, I don’t want to nick you. You move I most certainly will injure you.” “No!" I said sternly. "I don’t want to do this.” I rattled my arm in the cuff. “Believe me you do want this. You wanted this your whole life. Just breathe, angel." I saw in the reflection above he was pressing his weight against my arm. "You’ll feel a slight prick and then a warm rush. Some people get a cough, or you might feel you can’t breathe. It passes. Just go with it. It’s a strong dose for your first time, so I’ll start with half. If you tell me to stop that'll be it, but you can always tell me you want it all. Trust me. I know you'll thank me.” He steadied the needle on my vein. “Ready?” I defiantly shook my head one last time. “Stick!” I felt a sharp jab and flinched. “Oh, shit, it rolled. Hold still, David,” he said annoyed. He pressed a clean cotton ball where he had just jabbed me, held if for a second, look to see there was no excessive bleeding. “It will just take a second if you cooperated," he said standing over me. "Be over before you know it.” He examined the area again, smacked the surface of my forearm a couple of times, dabbed the alcohol-laden cotton pad in a new area. From the drawer, he pulled out a rubber tube and tied it over my bicep. Felt for the vein one last time. “Okay, here we go. Stick! Ready?” he asked, with the needle already in my arm. My heart raced as I watched the vial swirl with blood, blood from me! Then saw him push half the contents into my vein. I immediately felt like I was in a warm bath, floating in the Caribbean, euphoric. If only half was in me and I felt like this, I wanted it all. I nodded for the rest. My breath rate went up. “Good boy,” he said pleased, watching me scrupulously. I saw him finish the plunger, watched the clear liquid swirl with crimson wisps of my blood as it vanished into my vein. He quickly withdrew the needle and pressed a clean cotton pad on my arm. He undid my tourniquet. I no longer was breathing rapidly, but had an uncontrollable urge to cough. I felt my lungs contract and wouldn’t release. I went into a momentary panic and then a coughing fit. Writhing in the sling, rushing from sudden unexpected euphoria, unable to focus, hearing the world turned inside out, everything became high pitched and then suddenly muffled. I felt the world falling under me, floating in the sling, seeing Riggs check the pulse in my neck. He watched over me looking pleased. I mouthed an involuntary thank you. He bent down and sucked on a nipple, then the other, then ran a tongue down my chest, swirled around my belly button, sliming me down until he reached my cock. My tip was so hard it was purple. He licked it, driving me wild so that I bucked in his mouth. "Ride it, tiger," he said with my cock in his mouth. "It only gets better." I caught up to the sensory overload, and felt the climax of the initial rush. It was so good, like a thousand orgasm, helped along by Riggs foundling my cock and balls. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I repeated. It was too much to take, felt too good, I didn't want it to stop. “Keeping breathing. You’re okay. Just ride it like a wave.” That made sense to me, letting the rush overtake me, not fighting it, spinning like so many times I had done falling off my surfboard from a humongous wave. Going with the tumbling not fighting it, letting it have me, take me where it wanted. Swirling with the swiftest current I'd ever felt, knowing I was riding with each wave, not being pulled under by it, the intensity of panicked excitement eased. The more I rode it, the more I enjoyed it. The pleasure flowing through my body kept increasing my arousal. I felt a physical warmth flushed over me, heat oozed through me, my cock and balls in Riggs’ hand, my asshole he fingered, my tits he tweaked. Riggs was feeling me all over, and I vacillated between being overwhelmed by sensation and wanting him to touch me more. The warmth now was turning to real heat, and a euphoric feeling of comfort, a sense that this comfort was continuing to expand exponentially. By two, four, by a hundred, a million, never ending. It wasn’t a panic anymore but an utter and complete surrender to the physical awareness of intense pleasure, everywhere, at the same time. Nothing at all like when Riggs and I smoked. Now singularly wanting to connect to him at this moment, too out of control to form any thoughts other than communicating to Riggs by repeating, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” "Are you okay?" he asked seriously, braking out of a role. I nodded and gave a thumbs up. He laid his hands on my tits, pinching them hard. It felt overwhelmingly good. “Harder!” I cried. “Just lie back and enjoy it,” Riggs said. “You'll keep rolling for a while.” “How is…fuck!” I tried to focus on where I thought Riggs was, over by the table, him injecting himself. My vision was like a film that had gone off it sprockets. I said, “Can’t see straight. Eyes cross-eyed. Jumping.” “It’s normal. It’ll come back. Just ride with me.” I realized he'd finished injecting himself and had laid a hand on top of my chest, then collapse on top of me. I could feel his heart pounding like it would explode. His usually alabaster skin was bright red. “I’m okay, I’m okay,” he repeated more to himself than me. He reached up and unstrapped my left wrist. I flung it over him, hugging him to me, allowing him to find my face and kissing him as deep as I could, in thankfulness and lust. “Boy,” he gasped, “you are so beautiful. I want you for myself, all for myself. Not let him....” “I want that too, Sir. I want you to fuck me and own my hole.” He looked into my face desperately. “You’d sign your hole to me? Totally give it to me to shape and to mold the way I’d want it?” “Yes. However you…” “Shhhh,” he said holding up a finger to my lips. “How’s your hole feeling now?” he asked while freeing my right arm. “Like it’s on fire. Like I need you to put something in it right now.” He slowly made it to the peg board and removed a small dildo. He sat on the stool below my ass. He sucked on my hole. For how long I couldn't tell. Time seemed meaningless. I just knew we were one obscene creature, completely connected through my asshole to his mouth and probing fingers. I drifted off in a haze of ecstatic feeling, wanting my hole to open up as much as possible for him. I pushed out and flared my anus for his examining tongue. I felt a pressure at my hole. “Push out like your shitting,” he breathed. I pushed my lips and he twisted the small dildo into my chute. Just the tip at first, but with slow, steady pressure he continued sliding it in and out. It was seamless insertion. The feeling of a foreign object continually bobbing in deeper and deeper. I was loving it. It couldn’t go in deep enough. I rocked myself against it, and finally, I felt the balls of the dildo hit my taint, not letting it go any further. He swirled it around a few times and I bucked trying to take in more. With the sling rocking, as much as I wanted to fuck myself against his object, the swinging action pushed me away every time I bounced to impale myself. “Excellent, boy. You are in such heat. I knew you'd be a big slut,” he said. He stuck three generously greased fingers easily in me, then added a fourth. “Still a little tight.” He went over to the wall and came back with a larger dildo, big and appetizing. “Same thing,” he said as he greased it up, “like you’re shitting.” He inserted the head with a pop. I felt an initial stab of pain, then once my hole accepted the girth, it became a pleasurable sense of physical and mental surrender. With each of Riggs pushes, I wanted it all. He slowly stood up, leaned into me with the dildo pushed against his groin, he fought to gain inches in my chute. “Take it boy, all of it.” With each rock of the sling, I accepted more and more. “Hungry hole, haven’t you, boy? You want to become my hole, for me to destroy how I want?” “You know it, Sir. I want every inch.” We rocked like that for a long time until it was all the way in. His face was close to mine, pinching my nipples as I squeeze his. Like I'd been running a marathon, my sweat covered the sling causing me to slide around in it. He dripped sweat on top of me sliding his slicked body on top of me. “Boy, you’re doing so good. I knew you’d love this. How do you feel?” “I can’t believe I want more. That you could stretch me open like this and make me want more.” His eyes grew darker, shadows played on his face. He left me with the dildo still inserted, and went to the pegboard. He took off a string of rubber balls, the size of tennis balls, all linked together. I couldn't keep the dildo inside any longer. I felt its slimy shaft shit out of me like a giant slug, and with a heavy thud it hit the floor. “Reach over to the table. There’s some new poppers. They'll help you take these. If we can get at least three of them in you, we should be able to pry you open like you want. It won't be easy but between us we'll get them in.” I grabbed the brown bottle while Riggs greased up the first ball and palmed a large about of Crisco in me. He rubbed it around my hole, teasing me with the first ball's girth, exciting me, titillating me, prepping me to beg for it. “Relax, tiger. It won’t go in unless you let it. Unless you want it. That's where the poppers help. You got to want it more than anything.” I took a first hit and then a second. My head collapsed into the leather pillow. “Aw. Stretch me, Sir. Wreck my hole. Give me a gaping cunt.” I could feel the pressure of him pushing the first ball against my asslips. I flared my anus for him. The popper added not just a desire to have the ball inside me but a need to have Riggs be the one to break me in. “I want it, Sir. Please make me take it.” Like taking the biggest shit in my life, it stretched me mercilessly, and with a wail it was in. My torso arched up in pain to the ceiling. I’d never had an agonizing sense of fullness like this, ever. Every muscle in my colon felt like it was being torn apart. I heard Riggs far away telling me to breathe. I tried but I still felt ripped in half. I heard him closer. "That's it, fucker, that's what it feels like. You fucking pig, you like it, don't you?" I realized I was clenching and unclenching my ass as Riggs spoke cruelly to me. Riggs was also stroking my flaccid dick, rubbing my testicles with the same grease that lubed each of the balls. I felt my loins continue to throb but now transferred additional sensation triangulated between cock, balls and cunt. My groin felt like a mass of jello, exuding pleasure and pain, somewhere between excitement of surrender and anticipation of acceptance. “Take another hit, quick,” he said. I did and Riggs pulled the first ball out making me scream again at its widest part. "Now how does your hole feel?" "Wait. Give me a second." I was still reeling from the hit. I shook my head several times. Sweat flew off my wet hair. "Empty," I said. "So empty." "Want it back, piggy. Tell me if you want that feeling back inside you." "Yes, please, put it in. Stretch me, please, Sir." "You're going to find it's much easier. Popper please." I held the bottle out for him, then took a hit myself. Before I capped the bottle, Riggs pressed the first ball in again. He was right. It popped back in with a jolt to my body, but without the never-ending torture of before. "Oh, fuck. Shit, man. Fuck!" I cried, this time riding an intense wave of pleasure almost too unbearable to take. I writhed in the sling before Riggs, showing him what a whore I could be for him. Rubbing my crotch, grabbing at his tits. Riggs like what he saw, played with my opening. He inserted a finger pushing the ball further inside. I yelped, and snuck another hit of poppers, and immediately wanted Riggs to torture me more. He laid on the balls pushing the first ball even further. I accepted how deep the first ball was going, not because there wasn't any discomfort but because watching Riggs' face, I wanted him to tear me apart inside. The stretch was Riggs stretching me, molding me like he said he would. Riggs rocked steadily against me with the second ball. I felt the first ball pressing against another barrier, still too tight to penetrate me at the moment, but Riggs motion of pushing and pulling was loosening something up. Without warning Riggs rammed the second ball inside. Caught unawares, my torso again rose, trying to eject the sudden intruder. Riggs stood above me. “Lie down, David! Listen to me. Accept it! I'm not letting it out.” I was trying to expel it but could feel Riggs' body weighing against me, blocking any possibility I would be able to shit it out. “Lie back. Relax, David. David, calm down!" He pressed my shoulders down, leaning his face over mine, his eyes completely black. "It’s staying there so accept it. Just act like you’re continuing to shit, clench around it and you’ll see it’ll settle down.” He reached up and pinched my tits. The quick jolt of pain distracted me for a brief second. Suddenly I felt my ass expand again, thinking, fuck, I’m ripping apart. I felt the first ball tearing open more space deep inside me. Staring into Riggs' face, something in him was feeding off my torment. I didn't know I could bear such exquisite agony, but he seemed to be lustfully deflating the hell I was feeling in my guts. I cried in torment. Tears welled up against the invasion. "Mercy, please. Fuck! Shit," I screamed. My tits ached as he clamped down on them. His big cock held out erect over my shriveled dick. With his body he firmly held the second ball that impotently was trying to escape. He whispered, “That's it. Take it in. Give over to it. Give it up for me. Clench hard around it. Keep clinching. Try to push it out." Without warning he allowed the second ball to explode from my asshole. Immediately I peed all over myself. The power of release wet my belly, drenched the sling. A strong stream sprayed over me. Riggs held my pee stick and soaked his face and let the steady stream wash over my face as well. “Good boy. Another hurtle. Open wide.” He directed my dick, pinched it, aimed it at my mouth, and then let it loose. “Good boy, be a piss pig. I’m so proud of you, boy. Drink it down. That’s it—your reward.” The acrid piss went down in gulps. I didn’t think, just did what Riggs wanted, so happy to have the second ball out. “Swallow, pig. Don’t think, just do it.” The salty liquid went down easily. Meanwhile, my hole had eased up on its rebellion. Occupied now with a new act of being a piss drinker for Riggs, I felt overjoyed that Riggs was proud of me. We spit mouthfuls of piss at each other. He'd drink for a while and spit it out over me and then take another sip. When I was spent, I took a hit and offered the poppers to him. He inhaled several times and gave them back to me. I felt my hole and found the string that hung out of it with the first ball still inside. I tugged it a bit and cautiously asked Riggs if I could take the second ball again. “Fuck, pigboy. Are you ready for it? I won't let you off the hook so easy this time.” I nodded but, as a safeguard, took several deep hits off the bottle. This time it went in smoothly and had an additional effect of making me begging for a few finger from Riggs. He granted my wish. “Oh, fuck, Sir. That hurts so good.” He smiled his dark smile, rocking me in the sling. With each bounce I readily accepted the punishment, waited for it, began craving it. “Pighole, ready for another one?” Riggs asked, excited by my attitude. The ease in which the second had gone it showed both of us that my hole was become more pliable, enough to stretch if the will, mine and especially Riggs, was strong enough. It wasn't intimidated by the width anymore. I knew I could take the stretch but didn't know if I had the capacity to be penetrated so early to take more depth. I was willing to try, if nothing else, to prove to Riggs I wanted what he wanted. I pulled my cheeks apart showing him I was ready. “Okay, let daddy give you a nice boycunt.” Again, he surprised me. He pushed the third entirely in but only for a second. I snarled, but before I felt the pain continuing, he pulled out the third and the second in one move. The two simultaneous expulsions sent me into an anal spasm. I was a bucking bronco in the sling. “Down, pig. Calm down. Look up and see what a hole whore you’re are.” I looked up in the mirror, and between spasms, with the last ball lodged still inside me, Riggs held up the remaining string of balls, and swung them back and forth, all the while looking at me with a sneering grin. I felt empty again, now missing that sense of fullness. “Push out the last ball for me,” he commanded. I obeyed and he quickly push it back in. Again, I pushed it out. We played a game of catch with the last ball, he pushing it in and I expelling it out. After dropping into a haze playing this game, losing count of how long we kept this up, he abruptly dropped the balls on the floor and felt up my chute. Four fingers easily slid in without resistance. He rose and put his semi-erect dick against my ass. With all the slime that had been worked up no lube was necessary. Riggs' half-mast dick slid in effortlessly and he rested his pubes against my shaved and shriveled nuts. He gently started rocking, sliding slowly in and out. “Your first fuck and no protection. You don’t mind, I can feel it.” He stopped rocking. I was in a daze, trying to put my head back together, fighting lust, pleasure, desire. “You’re unsure? Conflicted? Spell it out. Are you having second thoughts, David?” I didn't think I was hesitant but now that he stopped I had a chance to think rationally. “Um, I hadn’t thought about it till now. Maybe use a rubber? I brought some. Upstairs.” “You’re a tease, David, is that what you’re saying?" He started to slowly rock again. "You’d lead me down here and then want me to pull out while you go upstairs and find you rubbers for me to sheath myself. We'll lose everything we have. Is that really what you want?” As he was mocking me, he was also slowing growing inside me. I then began sensing an unexpected warmth filling my guts. I flinched, realizing what he was doing. “Are you peeing inside me?” He held my hips fast so he wouldn't come out of me till he finished. “Chem piss. Do you feel the recharge? You’re probably already starting to feel another hit of crystal. You want me to continue peeing in you?” “Oh, shit,” I said. The longer he pissed the hornier I became even more than before, if that was at all possible. “Aw, fuck. Yeah, fuck yeah." I looked into his black eyes and threw my head back feeling delirious. "It burns. It burns so good. I have demon cock in me. Fuck me. I want it.” I was verbally talking myself into this, whether I wanted to or not. I bucked forward, trying to ride his cock again, to get him fully aroused. "If you're not sure, we can stop. I might poz you if I stay in." Another strong burst of piss flooded my guts, so much that I started leaking around his cock, his urine ran all over the floor. He pulled out his engorged cock and covered me in piss. I opened my mouth and gulped it down. "We can call it a night. We've already done so much. Already you've been exposed." “Fuck me, man. I need to get fucked!" I pulled open my hole for him to use. Some piss squirted out. He stopped it by popping his dickhead back inside. I rocked on his dick and he accommodated me, teasing me with an inch, then another, and another, until I was fully impaled. "Oh, shit! Thank you, Sir! You're the ultimate Pig Master. I want your cum. I want you to knock me up.” “No, fuckhole," he said, increasing the pace of his thrusts. "I'm hardly the ultimate Pig Master, but thank you. That would be him.” He nodded toward a figure hidden in the shadows. “Now lay back and enjoy getting your first poz fuck. I’m not allowed to cum, am I, Mr. X? Yet. That’s Mr. X’s privilege.” As he spoke, I felt Riggs’ cock grow like steel inside me. He teased my hole with small steady strokes. Then built to a full, complete thrust of his shaft. With each full fuck, his matted, wiry pubic hair scraped against my hairless ass. He swirled around inside my ass being sure I felt every inch of him, the first man that penetrated me. As he'd promised, the copious amount of precum built a slather over and around my clipped pubes. I ran a hand between my legs reveling in the slime. With each completely out then back in balls deep fuck, there resounded a rhythmic slapping. His cadence increased, the slapping increased, and along with an occasional flash of light at the window from cars snaking down the hill, I fell into an erotic daze. I was aware of Mr. X standing there stroking himself, but I was fading in and out of consciousness. It could have been an hour, but must have been more, because when Riggs was at the height of his rhythm and his cockhead swelled inside me to its most immense size yet, I felt the first glow of daylight breaking through the high window. Riggs looking pained, almost crying, almost laughing, giving a final grand, glorious fuck in my ass, pulled out and jacked enough of a wad to shoot covering my face in sperm. He covered my chest and cock in ropes of sperm spewing out of him. After the first splashed my face, the remainder drooled and mixed with the mess in my crotch. He rested his spent, dripping cock over mine. Inside me, without Riggs holding it back, I felt a reservoir of ass juice beginning to leak out, first in a tiny drip then a steady stream of the remaining chem piss squirting onto his legs. Riggs rubbed a hand across the spray and wiped the juice over my face. I looked up in the mirror at my reflection. A fine sweat covered my skin, glistening in the growing light. I was shaking, not from cold, but from the drugs and over-stimulation coursing through my body. I suppose I should have been shocked with the dark figure approaching, or the fever from the drugs, or Riggs wiping my face with sludge, but I wasn’t. I saw how large and black my own pupils were. I was enjoying every degrading second of being here. “This is the Boy Scout?” said the dark figure, coming forward on my right. He was wearing a leather vest, and nothing more, stroking a very mean looking erection. I couldn’t help stare at it. He switched on an overhead fluorescent light. It was suddenly way too bright. It whited out the room. Yet for one passing second I caught a glimpse of the metal adorning his cock. I waited for a moment for my eyes to adjust. I focused back on him and saw a single orange-tipped needle poke out of his vest pocket. “Glad you made it, Mr. X,” Riggs said wheezing, wiping sweat from his forehead with the hair on my leg. He fingered some cum on my chest and fed it to me. I thought nothing of sucking Riggs' fingers. Mr. X said nothing, but took my right arm and put it into the cuff above, then reached across to bind my left wrist, leaving the ample black bush of his armpit covering my face, long enough to let his pheromones seep into me. It was pungent, like the piss stench of a homeless man, and something else, acrid, musky, fetid. “I’d say a slam for me and the boy, and we can get down to business.” I licked my lips and tasted him. My withered dick gave a twinge of arousal.

You're right, it is an incredible experience. Although for many shooting a load in a hole is also an incredible experience, which many bottoms can attest to from the experiences of getting bred. But I guess having a load in my hole, a part of another man, makes it hotter I guess. The top gets up and leaves but the load stays inside.

I was traveling for business, and as usual, wanted to find a cute boy or two to breed. Hopefully a dumb neg boy to take my toxic poz cock into this ass and spread my bug to yet another town. I jumped on Grindr and saw the perfect boy for me to convert. "raw ass 4 cum" was his handle, and as we chatted he told me he had just started taking bare cock at the insistence of his Fiance. I asked him his name, and he said it was Andrew. told him it was a pleasure to meet him, and would be interested in giving him a couple of loads from my uncut pierced cock if he wanted them. He said that he had to wait till his Fiance was out, but he could come over for an hour or so in a couple of hours. I told him great, looked forward to it, and gave him my hotel information. A couple hours go by, and I get a ping on Grindr, it is Andrew again. He lets me know he is on his way, and should be at my hotel in about 15 minutes. I tell him the room number again, and say that I look forward to it. When there is a knock at my door and I open it, the first thing that catches my attention of the boy standing in the hallway is his gorgeous blue-grey eyes. I invite him in and ask if he wants a drink. He says just a water please. I grab him one from the minibar, and we sit down. After a couple of swigs, he puts the water down, and I go in for a kiss. He quickly kisses me back, and soon I am stripping his clothes off and he is stripping off mine. when he gets to my jeans, and frees my cock, he looks at it for a second, then goes down and starts sucking on it, gettign his tongue in my foreskin and digging for any cheese that might be in there, though I doubt it since I clean well. As he works my cock expertly with his throat, I peal my jeans the rest of the way off. As he comes up for air, he notices the tattoo to the right of my cock. "What's that mean?" he asks me. "it means I am part of a special group of men, and we often wear this symbol as a mark of honor." I tell him. "How do you get it?" "well, you have to have a life changing experience and then you can join the club and get the tattoo. some guys keep it kinda hidden like I do, others will put it a place everyone can see." "I think I would get one where everyone can see." "Yea, I think I know a good place for you to get it, once you have earned it." He goes back to sucking my cock, and I start getting his pants off him. I have some trouble getting them completely off, so I suggest we move to the bed. He stands up and slips the rest of his clothes off, and walks over to the bed, his sweet furry neg ass swaying slightly. I push him down on his stomach, push his legs apart, and dive in to taste his hole before I ravage it and change him completely. he moans and squirms as I rim his tight hole, loosening it up a bit with my tongue and spit before I start adding in a finger, the nail slightly long to help tear his insides and make him ready to receive my gift. Once I had him loosened up, and ready, I moved up his body, kissing his back as I went. Soon, my cock was pushing against his hole, and I was nibbling his ear as I pushed and roughly entered his ass for the first time that night. He grunted in pain, but was a good boy and didn't scream out. I kissed his neck and waited a few moments for him to adjust to the intrusion before I began to slowly thrust in and out. I kept my pace constant, and my breathing normal, because I know I would not last long for my first load, and sure enough, after only about 5 minutes I felt the tingle in my balls signalling I was close to breeding him for the first time. I let the orgasm cum, and flooded him with my first load of toxic cum. After I had breed him, I kept the fucking going, and didn't loose my rock hard cock, so he had no idea I had just given him a nice big load of my poz cum, and was now working it into his ass, helping my swimmers find their way into his system and doing their job. After a few minutes more, I flipped him around so that he was on his back, and I kept up the thrusts, working my first load deeper in to him and building up my second load, which he would think was my first. As I felt my balls begin to contract again, I told him I was close. "Yea, give me your cum." He said. A few more strokes, and I knew I was going to be shooting again. "Here it comes boy." and I shoved all the way in and began to pulse as my cum shot into his willing ass. we kissed as I finished cumming in him, and then I slowly withdrew. I rolled him into a little spoon position, and slid back in to keep most of my cum in his ass to do its job. we snuggled as I slowly pumped his ass, telling him it would take me a few minutes to recover, but that I would soon be up for a second fuck and give him another load. "sounds good to me." he said as I slowly slid in and out of his now well filed ass. He had still not cum, but as I reached around, I could tell his cock was ready to burst. But until I had given him another load I didn't want him cumming. TBC...

Happy New Year! I was only wearing chaps and boots at a private party in The Castro... a beautiful boy with a big beautiful uncut cock was stroking in the corner all by himself... I backup up to him... grabbed my cheeks and spread them for him... puckered my asshole... and as soon as his head touched my open hole he unloaded into me! No penetration even! We glanced into each other's eyes and I walked away smiling with his creamy cum in me. Loved it! What a great way to welcome 2017 (yes I got fucked too) :-D !!!

Perhaps this will get some stories going. Thats the ass to take care of

In need of several bb loads in my hole.

I've had some hot scenes with guys who don't even feel it unless you rough 'em up and plow 'em hard. It feels good. Damn good. I shot hard and nasty and the bottom tends to act like it's his orgasm when I come. Every top should have the experience sometime of taking his pleasure as he wants it, regardless of pain or consequences for the bottom. "Consensual rape" is powerful and intense.

I am so horny, I need a nice thick cock to pump me for hours

Hey bud thanks for following. Damn, love that pierced dick!

I've been on PrEP for something like 3 1/2 years. And I gotta say I sorta miss the risk. Anyone else feel the same way? I finally got to the point where I got frustrated because I wasn't making the gym a priority and wasn't happy with progress on my body, so I decided I'd rather be poz than out-of-shape, so I'm only taking PrEP on days when I go to the gym and/or days I fuck or get fucked raw. I'm trying to get to the gym 4x/week – which is the number of doses of PrEP that researchers say gives you full protection. So when I'm having sex I'm taking it 5-6x/week. But at the same time I'm ambivalent. Yesterday I had had a good day of work, was exhausted, and didn't go to the gym, yet I let myself take PrEP because I've been good about the gym lately (my muscles are still sore/recovering), and I'll probably go to CumUnion tonight where I'll be taking 10-15 cocks up my ass. So I'm pretty ambivalent. Part of me wants the risk – even wants to be poz. But the other part of me is making sure I take enough meds to stay neg. (But at least I'm using that energy to push myself to go to the gym and get fit. Better body, better sex, right?) Anyone else on PrEP ambivalent about PrEP?

poz smoker

I hate the word but his next fuck should be with a condom. A CRUEL CONDOM.

I get what you're saying - barebacking used to give me a "rush" doing something I knew I "shouldn't" be doing, but that rush would usually (almost always) make me cum prematurely. Didn't matter if I was top or bottom - once I was making that raw contact, I would often cum without a real satisfying fuck. The risk factor/taboo would push me over the edge way too fast. I went through a few different phases over a 10 year period feeling guilty playing bare, then just deciding not to worry about it, then abstaining for a little while, then repeating the cycle. I got on it about 2.5 years ago, just a few weeks after I finally grew the balls to join bbrt and started getting hit up by so many HOT "poz/undet/ask me" guys I KNEW I wanted to fuck with. I've never been having so much hot uninhibited sex with so many hot guys in my life and love how liberated I feel and no fear or guilt after!! I love it - no questions asked - group setting, cumunion, fuck, breed swallow anyone hot with zero discussion. Feel like I'm becoming more of a slut/stud every passing month with zero regrets

I looked around me n saw a sea of moaning, sucking n fucking men, some yeah fuck mes n skin smacking against skin. I was then helped up on jello legs, held up, gave a bottle of water that I downed n I was told that I had passed out on about the 5th dick shot its load in both ends. I was weak, dripping cum n my mouth tasted like ass n cum. I was led to the couch n told to take it easy for a few n Erik, Jon ntaylor sat w me layed across the 3 of them. I watched the screen as the camera man showed men sucking n fucking n moaning as close ups of asses being fucked n loads spewing all over really got me going again. They noticed I was getting turned back on, I felt their hands on my body again, their dicks pressed against me, I moaned as Erik started playing w my dick, Taylor had another syringe pressed to my hole as I pushed my hole onto it knowing what was cumming . Damn Neal I had no idea u liked the cock muchlesspnpedd, or I would invited u over n we would have had u over n partied on this ass then. I said, I would've too if I knew this made me want dick so bad, my shyness disappears n this cock crazed fag appears n my fantasy's take over. I'm so spun I'd take on any dick, IDC as long as it fucks me n feeds me cum. The new booty bump was mixed really strong n I was told it was time for round 2. It hit me like a freight train, the 3 guys I've known the longest wanted to do me next. We were on the floor, sucking each other n feeding off the Tina n years of wanting each other. They then turned their attention to me as I worked on their dicks. Yeah we're going to make that sloppy hole even sloppier n craving even more cock. Taylor started licking my hole, getting as much cum out of me as he could, then came up to me n shared a mouthful of cum w me in a deep kiss. I took it all, sucking his tongue. He then put my legs on his shoulders teased my charged up hole, he said, now my turn to breed that ass I saw strutting around at work. I looked at him n said y u think I was moving it. I wanted y'all to take the hint n fuck me. Taylor's dick was 9", good thing I had been stretched n lubed by cum cuz nothing was gonna stop that dick from plowing me cuz we both wanted it. I told him to shove it all the way in n wait, I felt him push against my hole n all the way to the balls in me

I've cum 3 times writing this, even before I tryed method I craved 2 or more men using me. Meth has released me of my imhabitions brought out the lil cockwhore in me. To be manhandled by a roomful of hard, horny men, being filmed as it happened n watch what a lil fag slut I am.

I felt hands all over my tingling body, laying me down telling me ur gonna be a dirty lil cock hungry, cum craving lil buttslut n I can kiss being bi bye. I started jerking the 1st dick I could reach n another in my other hand as I watched Jon suck my tingling dick. I was surrounded by studs jerking their dicks, i moaned I want u all! Oh, ull get used by us all n get so high ull be begging for more. Ur ours, u lil meth whore! I then moaned n oh god I'm such a nasty lil fag cuz this is my fantasy to have my inner cock whore released n used as a cum dump. I looked at the huge TV n saw a lil fag getting surrounded by at least 20 studs going crazy for all them. It was then I realized that was me as I felt a hand playing w my ass which made me suck n j/o the dicks faster n squirming to give the hand better access to my hole. A syringe was stuck in me n I felt it be squirted up my already partied up shoot. It went from burning to wanting to be used by everyone there. The guy I was sucking like a slut started moaning he was gonna cum n did I want it my mouth or on my face. Feed me that yummy load, I'm a cum crazed faggot who loved eating all the cum I can get! He flooded my throat w ambrosia as the TV showed me pumping his cock n cue e m splashed across my tongue as swallowed every drop. God I love cum, nothing says naughty lil fag like one that milks all the cum out of all the cocks. Look at the lil cum thirsty slut, how's that lil pussy jon, I bet after the workout we gave him in the br he was begging to be taken by the whole bar. We teased n fingered him till he begged to be turned into an insatiable cum dump. I was beside myself as jon was eating my ass, n I was moaning n begging for my fuvkhole. U want jon to shove that hard cock into ur partied up fuckhole? U need it to pound u till it breeds ur faggot ass? YES, give me that dick like u have been wanting to fuck me all night n I've been wanting to be fucked by! Jon couldn't take it any more n out my legs on his shoulders put some special lube on his dick n my throbbing hole. U think ur high n horny now, u ain't seen nothing yet, the lube has T in it. With that he shoved all the way in balls deep n held it there, my ass hadn't had dick in it in 2yrs was stretched wide w his 7" mushroom headed rockhard stretched me. I let out a yell of surprise n pain that didn't last long at all, cuz it had been played with, booty bumped, n eaten till they had me begging for it. The hurt went quickly as I quickly remembered how I loved being fucked n this was the 1st time high af after smoking n bumps turning me into a cock craving slut ,flirting w all the guys at the bar. It seemed they were all here to take me up on it.

I live in Antioch. Always looking to get bred... and I have a sling. Hit me up.

Absolutely!!! Most of these married men aren't being serviced properly at home. That's where us cocksuckers cummmm to the rescue