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I went over to the house of my co-worker Danny. He had invited me to watch a show that we both enjoy. Almost as soon as I got there Danny, his boyfriend Mark, and I started drinking and laughing. We watched the show then headed out back to their hot tub. The three of us stripped down and got into the water, and not surprisingly our conversation quickly turned to sex and things we had done, wanted to do, would never do etc. Danny and Mark have been together for several years and have always been monogamous but had recently talked about opening things up but so far had not. Danny got up to get us some more drinks and Mark slid closer to me, quietly saying "Danny has a bad jealousy streak and that’s why we haven't had a three way, but we both like you, so are you interested?" Before I could formulate a reply he leaned in and kissed me for a minute then slid back over as Danny came back out with more drinks. A few more drinks and a few more stories and then Mark said he needed to cool off for a minute and sat on the side of the hot tub. His semi hard cock and balls suddenly at eye level which was very hot. But what was hotter was that he was shaved smooth and the bio-hazard tattoo he had above his cock and a bit over to the left. I slid closer and leaned in and rubbed the tattoo asking "How long have you been poz?" "About 21 years," he casually replied. As I rubbed the tattoo he flexed his cock which made it jerk in front of me. He stroked it a few times as I looked back at my co-worker Danny, lust very evident in his expression. Danny then moved over and joined us, stroking Mark's cock to full erection as we kissed. "Are you okay with playing with Mark, given he's poz?" Danny asked. "Absolutely," I replied. With that Danny pushed my head down onto Mark's cock, which, while it hadn't grown much longer, was damn thick. Danny and I took turns sucking Mark and then Danny said he wanted to suck us both so I stood up and he was like a kid in a candy store with 2 cocks to play with. He was going back and forth licking and sucking us as we kissed and told him how good he was doing. We dried off and went inside. Mark got on the bed and I crawled between his legs and sucked his thick, fat, poz cock some more. That bio-hazard tat right there making me crazy for that cock. Danny was behind me rimming my hole and sucking my cock. I was so focused on that poz cock I didn’t realize Danny had stopped until I felt the head of his cock pushing in my hole. He kept up steady pressure and sank all the way in and started fucking deep and hard. Mark got on his knees still feeding me his cock and leaned over me to kiss his boyfriend. Danny’s cock was average thickness but pretty fucking long and was hitting all the good spots inside me. He pulled out saying he didn’t want to cum yet and that he wanted to see Mark fuck me. Mark quickly got behind me and before I knew it he was forcing that thick, fat, poz cock into me. The whole scene was hot but knowing I had a bare poz cock fucking my hole while his boyfriend, my coworker, watched was a huge turn on. Danny crawled underneath me and we got into a 69 while Mark continued to use my ass. Danny could watch, close up, as his boyfriend fucked me and he would say things like “fuck him baby”, and “it’s so hot watching you take that poz cock.” They really got into poz talk while we were fucking and it was turning me on more and more. Mark would pull all the way out of me and slide his cock into Danny’s mouth and then back balls deep into me. Mark kept telling me to “take his poz cock” and that he was “going to breed my neg hole with his poz cum” all while fucking me harder and harder. Soon I was desperate for their loads and sucked Danny harder and soon had his cock shooting in my mouth and then he watched as his boyfriend pounded his poz load into my ass. I could feel his thick cock jerking deep inside as he unloaded that poz load into me. As we untangled they kissed as I licked Mark’s cock clean and I heard Mark ask Danny if he had enjoyed the experience, adding "I found it really hot watching you poz him up.” Fuck yeah, I could not agree more. We have played many times since that first time and we have all fucked each other but no matter what we do Mark always makes sure to shoot his poz load into me. In addition, Mark's bio-hazard tattoo is still a major turn on for me, and Danny and I have also become closer at work. More stories for another time if you want them.

Last time I was in vegas I never left my hotel lol. So many guys came to my room security actually came by to make sure I wasn't a unregistered prositiute lol. But I love a good bookstore breeding.

Does anyone know any video's showing that the bottom no longer enjoys getting fucked (possibly due to his ass being worn out) & he's just waiting for the top to cum? it's such a turn on seeing the face of the bottom no longer wanting to endure yet he has to take it so the scene can continue filming. The 2 best examples of this is "13 IN. FOR ROBBY MENDEZ (NUT #2) " where he's it's actually a 2nd fucking session of bottom taking a 13 inch cock. God I love this scene as I can easily tell he's waiting dying for the session to be over. The 2nd example I know of is CutlerX & Jay Eli video where the Asian boy is either a great actor or actually in real pain because of his tiny tight asshole being open by something giant. P.S. For the tops who are curious, this is exactly what I want happen to me. I want to be pushed to my limited, plead fro it to be over yet you still rape my ass mercifully until you Sir's are done. I'll be willing to sign a "no escape" contract as well.

Shameless I dated Scott for several years way back when. Looking back now I can see he was an absolute train wreck but he was good at sex and for awhile that was enough. His lips also felt amazing when he swallowed my cock. His usual practice was to popper up and suck and lick my cock as he fingered my hole, segueing to eating my ass, then to use toys on my hole to open me up, and when he determined I was ready, he would align his cock with my hole and sink in balls deep in one long push. He never lasted long but tended to stay hard after shooting, and would go back and forth in using toys and fucking my hole. It was absolutely amazing. Scott was also poz, and the first time I sat down on his bare cock and watched his face as he pumped up into me and eventually flooded my ass with his poz load, well what can I say? I was hooked. His was the first knowingly poz load I ever took. Back then, as now, I was 100% vers but he would only top me, so we would get into three-ways and groups if only so I could at least occasionally get to fuck some ass. Of course he always fucked the other guys, usually fucking them first, loading up several of the asses, so I could slide in afterwards, Scott's poz load the only lube. Without exception, I found the sight of Scott fucking another guy to be an incredible turn-on, and even if he wasn't supportive of the idea that I should be allowed to get fucked by the other guys, and he actively tried to distract me when I tried to get another guy to slip his cock into my ass. Naturally this led to more than some hard feelings. In the final review, we worked our way through quite a few tops and bottoms, but seldom did I get fucked. One Halloween we went to a bar and met another couple. One was dressed like Superman and soon we all headed back to their place. They were a poz/neg couple like we were but they wouldn’t say which was which. We got naked and sat in the hot tub kissing and sucking and then took it inside. The older member of the other couple was kissing Scott and I was playing with the one who had been dressed as Superman. He fingered my hole and felt the load my guy had put in me before we left home and he whispered in my ear that he wanted to fuck me and I was all for it. I glanced over at Scott who was deep in a 69 with the other guy. Before I knew it my legs were on Superman's shoulders and was sliding into my ass. We had all been drinking and partying and his fuck was not exactly gentle. He pounded into my hole with deep long strokes which quickly got the attention of the other two. I expected my guy to be upset but he actually encouraged them to both fuck me. And fuck me they did. All three of them took turns keeping my holes full of cock. It was one of the best nights of fucking I have ever had. All three fucked loads deep into me. Afterwards we talked for a bit and then Scott and Superman fell asleep. The older of the other couple and I went out to the hot tub and he sank his average length but extremely thick cock back into my well fucked hole and kissed me as he took his time this go round. He told he was the poz one as he fucked another load into me. He fingered my hole and feed me part of the loads that had been fucked into me and kissed me again and again. We left not long after and Scott told me how he had wanted to fuck Superman and even though he didn’t how turned on he had gotten sharing me with that other couple. When we got home he fucked me again—hard, rough, and quick. My mouth and ass sore but extremely satisfied.

It had been a couple of days since I had had dick, and I really needed some, so I stopped into Peepland. There were only two cars in the parking lot, but I thought 'Oh, well, I'm here, I'll check it out'. Sure enough, the red indicator lights indicated only two booths were in use. I tried the first door. Locked. I tried the second door. Unlocked. So I stepped inside where I found an average looking guy, mid 50's, wearing a Heating/Air Conditioning company's uniform, his pants open, stroking his five inch cut cock, watching straight porn. I locked the door, assumed the position between his legs and wrapped my lips around his cock. He was somewhat hard, but very quickly hardened even more so as I pleasured him. He was clearly a quick draw as, within only one to two minutes of my having gone down on him, he silently shot his load into my mouth. And in typical straight guy fashion, he quickly zipped-up and left the booth. I wiped my mouth, pulled myself up and stayed in the booth, watching the straight porn until his money ran out on the machine. Then I went back out into the hallway. Only one indicator light was still illuminated, and the door to the corresponding booth was still locked. After hanging around for ten minutes to see if anything turned-up, I decided to leave. Peepland was clearly dead, at least for the time being. Driving a mile down the road I approached A-Action ABS, another bookstore. It is one of the more sleazier outfits in Las Vegas, but normally has some good action all day long. I pulled into the parking lot behind the store only to think 'Shit! There's only one car here!'. Still, I was there, and while it didn't look very promising, I decided to check it out, if only because I had always found the staff at the place to be very pleasant. Paying the entrance fee of $7.00, I entered the store, taking a peek into the theater. It was empty. 'Shit!', I thought, 'Looks like I've just wasted $7'. Still, I stepped out of the theater and wandered down the arcade hallway. The video booths half half doors, so it was obvious all were empty, or so I thought until I got to the last booth on the right where I found a guy sitting on the bench, jacking himself. I entered the adjoining booth and peeked through the large glory hole between the booths. He looked like an aging hippie, about sixty, his long gray hair pulled back into a pony tail. Still he was nice looking, and more importantly, his thick cock was about seven inches, and stood proudly as he stroked away. Dropping to my knees at the glory hole, I signaled with finger tap to the partition wall. Seeing me, he stood and slid his thick cock through the hole. I went down on him, taking great pleasure in servicing his tool, which, I might add, felt great in my mouth. Within a couple of minutes he withdrew his cock from my mouth, stepped out of his booth, opened the door to mine, and without a word, Aging Hippie took a seat on the folding chair in my booth. I resumed sucking him, and as I did so, I heard the door chime at the entrance to the store, soon seeing denim clad legs under the half door. The door opened a bit and I a man peeking in on us, so I gestured for him to join us. The new guy looked to be in his early 30's, and struck me as a 'Skater Dude', which is to say he was very, very good looking with an amazing body. Skater Dude entered the booth, unzipped, pulling out a nice looking seven inch, thick, cut cock. I switched from the Aging Hippie to Skater Dude, and sucked, making it a point, however, to switch back and forth between the two beautiful cocks. Aging Hippie and Skate Dude were obviously turned on as they began to kiss, as I continued to service both dicks. As I did so, again I heard the door chime, and again I saw legs outside the half door. The new guy had his cock out and Skater Dude reached under the half door and stroked his six inch beer can dick. Beer Can Dick then opened the door, squeezing himself into the crowded booth. Skater Dude bent over to suck on Beer Can dude, but as it was a very awkward position he soon abandoned the attempt and straightened up so I resumed sucking him. Aging Hippie meanwhile, apparently decided he wanted to do some sucking, so he kind of pushed me out of the way and took Skater Dude's cock into his mouth, leaving me stuck in the corner without any dick available, so I struggled to to my feet and squeezed my way towards the door, feeling like I needed to get some air. Just as I approached the doorway I heard Skater Dude ask Aging Hippie "Can I fuck you?" Aging Hippie, however, replied "Nope, I don't fuck." "You can fuck me," I immediately offered. Skater Dude's face lit up as, without a pause he replied "Great! Show me your ass." I undid my pants, pulled them down, turned and put my ass on display, repeatedly lubing my hole with spit. "Slide your chair over so I can get to his ass," Skater Dude told Aging Hippie, who complied. At that point Beer Can guy stepped out of the booth, and stood in the doorway, the door fully open, stroking himself as he watched the events unfold. Skater Dude took a hit of poppers, and I also retrieved my poppers from my pocket and took a hit. We both wanted to get the most out of this. I bent over, Skater Dude moved behind me and without any fanfare slid his cock into my hole. I anchored myself by means of grabbing the back of Aging Hippie's chair and by grabbing the glory hole, whereupon Skater Dude began to fuck me hard, going balls deep into my ass. To my right and left I could see both Beer Can guy and Aging Hippie as each guy stroked, watching us fuck. Skater Dude's rock hard cock felt fantastic as he pounded my hole, and apparently Beer Can guy really enjoyed watching 'cause he quickly blew his load, in fact blowing his seed on Skater Dude's leg. That seemed to trigger Aging Hippie as he also came, his jizz is dripping down my leg. I stroked my own cock, and as I approached climax moaned "Aaaahhhhhh," shooting my load on the floor below me. As my body convulsed in orgasm, my ass squeezed Skater Dude's cock. He also moaned, and I could distinctly feel his cock throb inside my ass as he filled my guts with his seed. Afterwards he withdrew and I turned around, took his cock into my mouth and cleaned him up. Then we all cleaned up as best we could, dressed and exited the booth. As Skater Dude and I walked towards the store exit, Skater Dude turned to the clerk at the counter and dryly remarked "Clean-up in booth seven." All three of us had a good laugh. "I figured I was going to have a mess in there. Have a good one, guys," the clerk replied as he stepped out from behind the counter and headed back to towards the booths. With that we exited the store. "Thanks for the fuck," Skater Dude remarked as he unlocked and climbed into his beat up Volkswagen, which was parked next to mine. Then we went our separate ways. I should add I'll now be able to get some productive things done today - now that I've gotten off and have a nice load in my ass.

Between the hot video, the plug in my ass, the poppers and thinking about guys coming over I was on the edge of cumming in just a couple of minutes. I needed to slow down as I didn’t want to shoot my load yet. Realizing that I had been lucky the night before, and my luck might not always be as good, I decided to lock my keys, phone, wallet, etc. in the room safe. I left my laptop out so I would just have to keep my eyes on it. I moved it over to the nightstand so that I could see it while I lay on the bed. Then I poured a little bit of fresh poppers into my water bottle and set it on the bed, along with the bottle of lube. I grabbed the extra towels from the bathroom and put them on the bed in case the guys wanted to use them to wipe themselves off. Looking around, everything appeared to be ready, so I fixed myself another drink and took a couple of big swallows as I waited to see who would show up. I started watching another video as I casually played with my cock, balls and nipples. I finished my drink and had just poured another one when I heard a knock at my door. As I stood up, I picked up my water/popper bottle and took a couple of big hits before capping it and throwing back on the bed. Then I reached for the door knob just as I heard the knocking again. I opened the door, standing there totally naked, rubber band cock rings keeping my cock hard, and a plug buried in my hole. My cock was bobbing up and down. There before me stood a late 20s guy with bulging arm muscles. It was obvious that he spent hours a day hanging at the gym. He smiled when he saw me naked and ready. I stepped back to let him in. He shut the door behind him. Standing there he pulled his t-shirt up over his head and tossed it on the chair. His pecs were chiseled and well defined with hard 6-pack abs. His chest was hairless and there was a faint trace of blond hair that ran in a line down from his belly button and disappeared beneath the waistband of his shorts. Reaching out he placed one of his hands behind my head and pulled me towards him. As I stepped closer he guided my head down until my lips were brushing against his already erect nipples. I knew what he wanted. I began licking and sucking his nipples. They grew harder and stood out like pencil erasers on his pecs. As I worked one with my mouth, I played with the other one with my fingers. I alternated back and forth, noticing how my spit made the skin of his pecs shine and glisten. I had been working on his nipples for about 5 minutes when we heard a knock on the door. Letting go of my head, he walked over and opened it. The new guy asked if he was the one who placed the ad on Craigslist. The first guy chuckled and said that he was there for the same thing and that the slut was over there, as he pointed in my direction. The guys exchanged greetings and first names after they had stepped back in the room and shut the door. The new guy looked like he was barely 18 and he appeared nervous. He was thin and dressed like a skater dude. He wasn’t the type I normally went for, but as long as he had a cock I was okay. I went over to the desk and took a gulp of my drink as the two guys got naked. The skater dude laid on the bed on his back as the other guy told me to get on the bed and suck the skater’s cock as he checked out my ass. I got on the bed on all fours and crawled up between the guy’s legs. He too was almost hairless with just a light dusting of fur above his cock. His cock was only about 6 ½” long and thin with a pair of balls in a tight sac just below it. I began bathing his cock and balls with my tongue being sure I didn’t miss a single spot. My hands caressed his thighs, then up across his abs, then his chest and then reversed direction and worked back to his thighs. I could feel him shuddering with nervousness and his cock was literally drooling pre-cum as I licked it. I had a feeling that he was fairly new to sex with guys and his nervousness and excitement was obvious. I knew if I took him fully into my mouth he would cum almost instantly so I just continued to lick his cock and bath his ball sac with my tongue. In the meantime the other guy was behind me and had begun working the butt plug in and out of my hole. He was not being gentle and I knew that I was probably bleeding after the previous night’s fun. My suspicions were confirmed when he finally removed the plug completely, tossing it on the bed next to me as I felt his cock enter my hole. He buried himself to the hilt in one thrust. He was not nearly the size of Jimbo or Daddy, but my insides were still tender and I felt every inch of him. As he began to take long strokes in and out of me, he grabbed skater dude’s legs and lifted them up. This raised skater’s ass up and I now had full access to his tight puckered hole. As I began to rim him, getting his hole all slick with my spit, I could taste the copious amount of pre-cum that was leaking from his cock and running down his shaft, over his balls and down to his hole. He was moaning nonstop. I tried to insert my tongue in his ass but he was impossibly tight. It was obvious that his hole was virgin. The guy behind me had picked up his pace and was now relentlessly pounding my ass. I did my best to thrust back each time he went forward, feeling his pubis slam against my ass cheeks. As I felt him getting closer to shooting his load in me, I returned my attention to skater dude’s cock. Licking up all the pre-cum that was running down it, he thrust his body up towards my mouth. I wanted to give this dude an orgasm to remember. I reached over and grabbed the butt plug and slipped it down in front of me. It had quite a few bright red spots and streaks on it. I wondered if there was any of the previous night’s Poz cum mixed in with the blood. I took the cock into my mouth and slowly let it go deeper. I could feel it getting harder, ready to explode at any minute. I kept my tongue away from it and just let him feel my lips sliding along his shaft. He was so lost in his pleasure he failed to feel the tip of the butt plug kiss the entrance to his virgin hole. I felt the pace pick up behind me and knew my insides were about to get flooded with a load of cum. I began applying suction to the cock in my mouth and let my tongue swirl around the head. I felt his head flare and knew he was just about to shoot. As I felt the first spasm and warmth begin to fill my ass, I buried my nose in skater dude’s pubes as I swiftly thrust the plug into his virgin hole. It only went in about halfway but he let out a cry of ecstasy as he erupted filling my mouth with his sweet boy cum. I began using short thrusts with the plug and noticed that he spurted in perfect time to my thrusts. As I thrust inward another spurt of cum would exit his cock head. As he finished cumming I let the plug slip from his hole. I couldn’t help but notice a little bit of fresh blood on it, mixed with mine. The three of us just collapsed on the bed in post coital bliss. Not a word was spoken as our breathing began to slow and return to normal. After a few minutes, we untangled and the guys got up and began to dress. I got up and went over to the desk and finished my drink, savoring how the alcohol mixed with the flavor of cum. Then I poured another drink and took a gulp. I could feel a little cum leak out of my hole and run down my legs and my insides felt empty. They thanked me for a good time and were just getting ready to leave when there was a knock on my room door.

I just pushed 4 loads out of my ass from that same place!! I love getting bred thru glory holes

Tricked and Set-up (Part I) My name is Danny. I'm 18, 5'8", 125 pounds, thin and lean with a runner's build. My girlfriend and I were big partiers. We would spend every weekend smoking meth, fucking each other (and whoever else was around). One particular weekend we were partying with this guy, Rod, who really loved to tag team my girl’s pussy with me. He was 22, 6'2", 180 pounds, a hot fucker, lean body with a big dick (about 10” long). We just loved breeding her cunt. After that weekend we became good friends and began to hang out. One weekend my girl said she had to go out of town for a few weeks to visit her parents who lived on the other side of the country. That left Rod and me alone to party and troll for pussy, oh, and we got along well 'cause Rod had a great supply to good shit to smoke. This weekend we decided to hang at his place and smoke a little as he called girls he knew to see if we could get some pussy to breed. As he called he offered me some G. I had never done G and thought, ‘What the fuck’ and drank it down. After a good hour of smoking and him calling we were no were closer to getting laid. We kept smoking and chatted as we got to know each other better. In our conversation he asked me if I ever had a booty bump. I told him that I hadn’t and was curious as to what it was and the effect it would have on me. When he told me it involved sticking a nice size shard of meth up my ass I was not enthusiastic at that prospect, but he said it was a better high then smoking. This had me very curious. Rod told me to drop my pants and he’d give me my very first booty bump. Although I thought it a little weird to have a guy play with my ass, I guess the meth and G gave me the courage 'cause I found myself dropping my pants and boxers, and, on Rod's direction, leaning over the arm of the couch. When I had assumed the position, he lubed up a finger and started rubbing my hole. At first it felt a little strange when I felt his finger slowly push into my hole. He then pulled out and told me he was going to stick the meth. This time he stuck two fingers in my hole along with some meth. He told me I should feel the burn as the meth melts which I did. It felt a little strange as he worked his fingers in deeper until he hit something deep inside me that it sent a shock through my cock and I began to get hard, very hard. A small, involuntary grunt escaped my lips as this happened. Then I felt him slid in a third finger as he worked my hole good. Another grunt escaped my mouth as I felt him begin to work three fingers in and out of my hole for a few minutes. Then as quickly as he had them in me they were gone. He asked me, “How are you doing there bro?” As I began to feel the meth work on me and my hard cock throbbed between my legs I told him, “I’m doing fucking fantastic.” He asked me, “Want a little more meth bro?” “Yes, fuck yes!” Rod placed a hand on my upper back, pinning me to the couch as I felt something hard and large begin to press into my ass. I looked over my shoulder to see Rod guiding his cock to my hole. I attempted to move, but couldn’t and with the meth working in my hole I don’t know if I wanted him too stop. As his cock slid into my hole I felt no pain. I felt a burn from the meth he had place on the tip of his dick as he slowly slid his 10” cock into my ass. I felt his balls snug up against mine and as he bottomed out deep inside me, he leaned down and whispered into my ear, “Now you’re gona know what it’s like to be a bred like a bitch.” Those words cut through me as he began to fuck my virgin ass. In my mind I was screaming 'No, please stop', but my body kept asking for more. Every time he slammed into me I would let out a moan of pleasure. Rod clearly knew exactly what he was doing to me. As Rod used my hole he told me, “I knew the second I saw your tight ass I would be pumping you full of my cum. How does it feel to know that the same cock that bred your girl's pussy is gonna breed your ass?” All I could think was that the situation he described was weird beyond words, but at the same time my cock was so hard with that thought I thought it was going to break off, so I wasn't about to object. Rod leaned down and began to kiss my neck and lick my ear. I made the mistake (or did I do it on purpose) of turning my head to meet his as he kissed me while he had his cock balls deep inside me and we grinding it in hard. He kept on pumping into me as I could feel the sweat begin to drip off his body. He began to pant a little and his thrust began to pick up speed and intensity. He shoved in hard and deep and began to groan. “TAKE MY CHARGED CUM BITCH!!” All of a sudden my cock exploded and I shot cum all over the couch and my stomach.

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

I was in Amsterdam a few days ago. It was a cold, rainy winter day, so, I decided the best place to spend the afternoon would be the baths. Amsterdam has one of the best bathhouses I've ever visited, Club NZ. I wandered in there about 3:00 PM. As I expected, the bathhouse was quite full of naked guys. I had douched my ass and showered before leaving my hotel, so I quickly took my clothes off and took a quick lap around the bathhouse to see who was around. It was filled with the usual mix of all ages, sizes and nationalities. I hit the glory hole area and knelt behind one of the holes. A few dicks wandered by and which gave me a taste of several dicks. Getting somewhat bored with sucking dick, I wandered around until I came across the sling room, which was a very small, dark room with two slings hanging side by side. There was a lube dispenser on the wall, so I lubed up my ass and climbed into the sling closest to the door, laying there for several minutes before the first guy entered the room. Although the room was quite dark, I sensed he was Dutch, and I could see he was a tall, and slender, with a smooth, muscular build. He felt-up my hole, quickly pulled his towel off and draped it over his shoulders as he rubbed his semi-hard cock against my hole, stroking himself to get hard. Once he was erect, he slipped his cock up into my ass, vigorously pumping his long, thick, Dutch dick into my hole. I took a couple of deep hits of my poppers, which was a good move as the harder his dick got, the harder he slammed into me. The slapping sound of his cock against my ass must have drawn in some other guys, because before I knew it there were three other men standing about, each stroking his cock as each watched the Dutch guy pound my hole, however, after about four or five minutes, the Dutch guy withdrew from my ass - without having cum. Fortunately I didn't have to wait long as a tall, heavy set black guy stepped up to my hole and in one swift thrust, slammed his BBC up into me. His cock was probably eight inches in length and was very thick. I had to take some more huffs of poppers to relax myself to accommodate his cock. Grasping my waist, he furiously pounded me for five minutes or so before he growled, unloading his seed into my ass. As soon as he pulled out another guy stepped up to take his place. This latest man looked to be Middle Eastern, and had a thick, black mustache. Around six feet tall, his build was slender but nicely defined, and his chest and arms were covered with a thick carpet of hair. He slipped his nicely sized dick into my ass and immediately deep-dicked my hole, which left me quivering with excitement. Without exchanging a word, the Arab leaned forward and played with my nipples, exquisitely pinching them as he fucked away. Utterly stimulated, I grunted, groaned and moaned as the Arab used me for his pleasure. Just then another guy entered the room and without a word slipped up into the other sling that was beside mine. Before I realized what was happening, an unknown guy was fucking his ass. As soon as the Arab guy filled my ass with his load, he pulled out and left, only to be replaced by the Dutch man who happened to walk through the doorway just as my ass was vacated. Entering my ass, the Dutch man fucked me for five or six minutes before his load exploded in my hole. The guy who had been fucking the guy next to me then withdrew from the other bottom and slid inside my ass, alternating between each of our asses as a number of guys gathered around the slings, taking in the view. The top moved from my ass to that of the other bottom, and no sooner had he done so when one of the voyeurs stepped into position and commenced fucking me as a another voyeur stood beside the top in my ass, stroking himself, within a minute or so spraying his load all over my chest and face. The sight (or aroma) of cum with which he spray me must have really turned on the two tops as almost simultaneously, both men let out a groan of pleasure as both my ass and that of the other bottom were filled with a load of cum. But I wasn't done yet. A young Dutch kid had entered the room and had been watching the fuck session. Once my ass was empty he stepped up and slid his rock hard cock into my ass. He was a quick cummer, as only two minutes or so passed before his balls blew a thick load of cum into my hole. By now, I had been in the sling for about 45 minutes. Not only was my ass was getting a bit sore, I was also mindful I generally don't approve of 'sling hogs', so I climbed out of the sling and took a quick shower. I made it a point, however, to hold the loads in my ass as I really savor that wonderful moment when the cum inside MUST to come out. On my way back to the locker room, I passed the orgy area where I saw eight or nine guys who were, from the sounds of it, sucking and fucking, so naturally I entered the room to watch. A gorgeous looking, tall, muscular black guy was getting sucked off by a kneeling, somewhat older guy. I approached and sucked the black guy's muscular tits, which gave me the perfect vantage place from which I could see the black guy was blessed with a very impressive nine inch cock. As I nibbled and sucked on the man's tits, I realized (with pleasure), the black guy was exploring my hole. "How many loads are in you?" he asked with a smile. "At least five loads," I replied. He pushed the old guy off his cock and told me to bend over an nearby platform. I eagerly did so, taking a hit of poppers just as the hung black dude slammed up inside my ass. Although I had been fucked my a host of dicks within the past hour or so, still I had to take several more huffs of poppers before I was able to take his dick comfortably. He pounded me hard and deep for over ten minutes before finally groaning as his balls unloaded in my ass. I could feel his cock throbbing with each volley he shot into my hole. This was about all I could take, so I thanked the hot black guy for his load and headed for the showers where I cleaned up, dressed and headed back to my hotel. I managed to keep the loads in my hole for several more hours, but eventually all that cum had to make an exit. Damn! Feeling the cum oozing out of my hole, and seeing the immense pool of sperm I had received was so fucking hot. Amsterdam never ceases to delight me. It's always a great time.

I drove downtown to a few bars. I honestly still felt like shit, since I got the fuck flu only a few days before. But my viral load was off the charts, I knew it tends to shoot up right after you get the bug than decline for a while so I had to use this opportunity. I knew a good club nearby, and it was lady’s nights. Few things are more enjoyable than getting free drinks, sex, and giving the gift to some horny idiots. I dressed in a very short, tight, green dress. When I got in you could see at least half the guys turn their heads to watch me go by. I found an empty spot by the bar, a space big enough for at least two. The bait was set. Within 30 seconds of me getting to the bar, a bro approached me. He was super buff, clean shaved and appeared to have recently been shat out of a nearby frat house. That was fine though, I could like a cocky frat boy, and I bet he’d act significantly less cocky if he started carrying around my little friend. The Frat boy approached and said “Did you get that dress on sale?” He was apparently trying to neg me. Like when you insult a girl on purpose, so she feels shitty, then wants to sleep with you to help her self-esteem. In this case I guess he was trying to wreck my self-esteem. I don’t say anything, I let the silence take hold until he tries again. Eventually he says “It makes sense. Cause your face isn’t that great, so you need to wear shorter dresses to make up for it. You don’t seem to have a good personality either. I can see why you need the help.” This dude actually has the audacity to say I need help to get guys? There’s a figurative line of guys waiting for him to strike out so they could come try their luck. If it were any other day I’d have let them try, but in this case this was exactly who I was looking for. An idiot, a douchebag, this creep deserved what he was getting. I decided to throw him a bone. “You… You think I’m ugly?” Now he thinks he hurt my self-esteem, he thinks he’s in. He tries to go for the score. “Oh I didn’t mean it that harshly, I think you have a lot of natural gifts, it’s just you don’t know how to use them. If ya want to like get out of here, I can help you kind of… ya know… learn a little bit about yourself.” “Uh… Okay…” I said, very coyly. Trying to play the part of hurt girl. “Where do you want to go?” “Here I’ll show you, let’s head outside.” Once outside the club, he tells me to wait by the corner while he gets his car. Right after he leaves, another guy comes up to me. I had seen this guy with Dave before he came up to me. The new guy says “Hey listen, Dave said he wouldn’t try to pick up girls anyway, he knew it was a bad idea but he did anyway. I’m his friend but I can’t let him do this. There’s something you should know… Dave has Herpes. He’s actually got an outbreak right now, so there’s a huge chance if you let him touch you, you’ll get it too.” I was ecstatic. Even with a high viral load like my own, it can be hard for girls to poz guys. Like guys can do it easily, cause they can just cut you with nails or something. But for girls, it’s harder to find a way to let the virus get into their blood stream, and that’s the only sure way to poz someone. This new information cut that pathway down significantly, cause those sores are an easy pathway for HIV into his body. I tried not to giggle as the new guy was waiting for me to process this information. I could see Dave’s car approaching. I turned from the new guy and entered Dave’s car, without giving him so much as a good bye. After tonight, I knew I would probably also have the herp, but I can’t see how that’s an issue honestly. It’ll just improve my viral repertoire, adding to the size of the gift I’m giving guys. A few minutes later we got to a cheap, dingy motel. This was getting too good now. Other than being a douchebaggy idiot, he also has a girlfriend or wife or something. That’s the only reason he’d bring me here. He led me into one of the rooms and immediately started trying to lift up my dress. “Hold on a second, you’ll get what you want.” I said. He refused, grabbing me he threw me onto the bed. “Wait, stop” I said, rather reflexively. “I want to leave.” He didn’t answer, he jumped on me, started kissing me. He tore my dress at the shoulders, pulling it off me. I tried to shove him off me, but slapped my hands to the side. Grabbing my throat with one hand, he reached around and unclasped my bra, letting my large D sized boobs flop out. He pushed his own pants down, then his underwear. I saw his penis for the first time, and it looked like a clear sore on his tip. I pretended not to notice though, at this point I needed to give this guy what he deserved. “You want this dick now?” “Please no…” I mumbled, He slapped me. “Bitch wrong answer. Tell me you want this fuckin dick.” I started to say no, and he slapped me again, harder. Dave tore off the rest of my dress, so I only had my panties. I tried to grab my panties, so he wouldn’t pull them down, but he grabbed my hands and held them above my head with one hand. With his other hand, he reached down and pulled down my panties. I started squirming, trying feebly to get away. Slapping me again, he said “Shut up bitch”. Dave moved his legs between my own, I tried to keep them closed but he forced them open with his legs. Finally, staring at my pussy, Dave realize what I’d been trying to keep hidden; I was fucking horny. My pussy was dripping wet. “Well well… Looks like someone’s been enjoying this eh?” I was enjoying it. But not for reasons Dave realized. It was because this was about to be my first conversion. With one of his hands holding my own above my head, Dave on top of me, and his dick positions directly in front of my penis, I knew it was about to happen. Dave put his free hand on my throat and started squeezing so I couldn’t breathe. He plunged his penis into me. I could feel something pop as his penis reached the bottom of my Vagina. He started thrusting rapidly, moaning. I could hear the sloshing as his penis went in and out of my HIV filled vagina. His grip on my throat got harder, I could feel my face getting red from lack of oxygen, but god it felt so good. I felt his knob expand, his head tilted back, a few last thrusts and he explodes, launching his semen into my vagina. He releases my throat rolls off me. I move to get off the bed, but he stops me. “Whoa, where are you going? Don’t think you’re getting off that easily.” Dave grabs me, throws me back onto the bed. Then he reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out some handcuffs. I lunge at the door, trying to escape, but he catches me. Grabbing my hands, he handcuffs them to the bed frame. “Just so you know…” he says, “I have herpes, and you almost certainly do too now.” I laughed a little in my head, he didn’t have any idea what was about to hit him. After handcuffing me to the bed, he rapes me five more times that night. Taking turns between my Vagina and my ass. By the morning my pussy juices had been thoroughly mixed with blood. I watched as he came in me, and then pulled out for the last time, at maybe 8 AM. His dick clearly a little bloody, I didn’t know if that was my blood or his own, but regardless I was pleased with my work. He finally uncuffs me and leaves. As I was leaving, I realized that he had totally ripped my dress apart, and my car was back at the club. I’d have to make it across town in only my underwear and bra. Even still… I have no regrets. Honestly the sex was great most of the time. I’d be happy to put myself into the position to be raped again, especially because of the gift. Give it to a rapist and you’re also giving it to everyone he rapes… This really is the best of every world.

Major hot when a boy is very feminine acting girly and thinks of his hole as his boipussy and it was made for pleasuring dudes cocks , and milking them good ,, milking all the cum out that the man will give to him . when I was younger me and a good buddy of mine hung out all the time and he had a boy that lived next door that would spy on us through the fence while we laid out by the pool , so one weekend when his parents were out of town for few days , we were out hanging at the pool smoking some partYEE and GETTING HIGH and we could hear something by the fence and we knew it was the girly neighbor boy watching us . So my buddy called over to the fence and said I know your there , and don't be shy , come over and join us . So the boy was nervous but he came over , , a very cute young feminine high school boy . so we told him to come sit down between us and smoke some partyee with us , and could tell he hadn't done any before but he was excited and quickly agreed and smoked with us and when we could tell he was extremely high , we asked how he felt and he said very very high , and was embarresed to say but was feeling extremely horny , and we told him that it was the partyee it makes you really horny , and me and my buddy then took off our shorts and got naked and laid back and then said to the boy why don't he grab ahold of our cocks and show us how horny he is , The boy grabbed our cocks and started stroking and sucking us back and forth . He was so excited and horny he went crazy on our cocks working them good , and our balls building up huge amounts cum , we then got up and all went into the house and resumed our positions on the couch watching BB porn . and the boy saw a scene was playing of a bottom riding the other dudes cock and the boy said that's soo hot ! and we asked him if that's what he liked ? and he replied he loved it but had only done it to his dildo , would ride it while watching porn and fantasize it was a real cock , So my buddy told the boy to grab the bottle of lube off the coffee table and lube our cocks then told him to take turns sliding his sweet boipussy down our our cocks . And the boy didn't even stop to ask about a condom and slid his hole down on our raw cocks and began bouncing , Pumping his boipussy up and down and getting more and more horny. We told him he was being a good pussy boy and told him to milk us and make us cum deep up his hole , .. And the boy steady pumped his hole up and down milking my buddy till he was moaning loud and told the boy he was going to start cumming . and the boy kept pumping and milked every drop out , then slide his cum filled hole off and slid it down on mine using the cum for lube and began pumping my cock till I flooded his hole with my huge load . . then he slid off and went back down back and forth between our legs working our cocks , until our balls had our next load ready for his pussy to milk out . . He stayed all day and night with us , milking load after load . We couldn't wait till the parents of my buddy would leave town again , they were going to be out of state traveling few times during the summer and my buddy was going to be able to stay home . We were looking forward to having the place all to our selves again and having the boy next door come over and stay with us and parTyee and be our CUM MILKING PUSSYBOI

Rawmen, Here's the latest post telling you about my sexual exploits this evening. It's Jan. 13th, the end of a regular work week. I wanted to go to Steamworks Toronto this evening and stay into the morning to fuck some young ass and take some loads. Well, both happened. I got my room next to the darkroom, put my clothing away, and, as I was already wearing a jockstrap, away I went. Within about ten minutes or so I caught sight of a younger guy who was standing in the hallway. He had a raging hard-on, so we both went into the darkroom and I proceded to suck him off. He motioned to me that he didn't want to come yet. It wasn't even 9 PM yet. So he put his towel back on and walk out of the darkroom. My voyeuristic instincts in control, I took the opportunity to wander around Steamworks Toronto to see who was doing whom, and so on. I saw a beautiful younger bearded man getting sucked off in the larger glory hole area. I went up on to the high level to see if he wanted to be fucked as well. No luck. But an Asian fellow was feeling up my hole and decided to fuck me. I needed a bit more lube as I was dry as the Grand Canyon. He fucked me for a bit, it was enjoyable but he didn't want to cum either. This was around 10 PM. After that I took a rest in my room as I was slightly tired from having endlessly walked around the place, and when laying on my bed watching the guys walk past my doorway, a young guy with a 26" waist, wearing a jockstrap, stepped inside my room, having apparently seen my hard-on. His ass was a small bubble butt. How did he know that I love bubble butt boys? Must be the chemistry! I asked if I could fuck him, he said he wanted my daddy dick and that he was tight. No problem. A little bit of silicone lube and some rimming opened-up his hole. Neither of us brought up the subject of condoms. WOW! I was in daddy heaven. I teased his hole for a bit then slowly eased my way in. He moaned in pleasure, repeatedly chanting "Fuck me." I didn't need to asked twice, so I slid more of my raw hard dick into his ass, although I did pause, giving his ass time to adjust to to my dick. Again he registered his pleasure, moaning how much he liked getting fucked, so I commenced pumping my dick deep. After a couple of minutes he asked "Can I have your load?" At this point I was on the edge of blowing, so I was more than ready to deposit my big load deep into his ass. He was really happy, as was I! It was a win-win for both of us. I was done by 11:30 PM. I was tired and decided to pick up a burger and fries next door. It was fast but my raw mission was accomplished. I had been fucked by a man who was probably my age, and additionally I fucked a man somewhat younger than my age, making a cum deposit deep in the young guy's hole. I hope h the young man again. He was a newbie for me as I hadn't ever before seen him at Steamworks Toronto. So it was sweet and salty night. Cheers! Read1

The Serpent My eyes were closed. I wasn't asleep, only half listening to the video. I imagined what it would be like to have Duncan focused on me the way he was on Joey. I weaved my own web against the garage wall, giving up my ass in small bounces. I felt the effects of the enormous tool in me. It made me want to submit as aggressively as I could to any large assailable object. I reached around and disappointingly realized I'd only taken in a fraction of an inch. My big accomplishment was the head when Mr. X was still here. I was tired and resting like Mr. X said, lightly pushing against the dildo. I glanced up as the camera admired Duncan's body. The video filmed him at different angles, each shot more evocative than the last. A flash of his asshole, a bead of sweat running down his chest and falling from his tit. The camera worshiped him as I might worship him. Starting with his massive feet, panning up his veiny calves and boulder-like thighs. He couldn't help but flex whenever he swung the whip around his head and delivered his blow. The muscles in his legs bulged with each lunge he took toward his target. His ribs, each striation, light and shadow, expanded and contracted in his exerted breath, each time he gave Joey yet another stripe. With every blow another scream. An angry, devilish smile curled his lips. The dildo penetrated an inch. I absorbed each frame into me, swallowing the cameraman's intent, examining as the lens zoomed in on Duncan's muscular butt. With the crack of a lash his dimple deepened. He shimmered in the hot light. The camera swung around revealing a close up of his dangling balls and rising cock. The sustained act of delivering pain aroused him, and the camera caught each growth cycle, cutting back from the cries of the quivering boy and forth to his engourging manhood. I thought about his phallus in me, his hand smacking my ass with every thrust. Pressing down on the mass of hard rubber stretching my hole, I increased the urgency as Duncan thrashed his whip wildly. Joey's piercing screams from the frantic beating started to recede until he hung lifeless. With his erection at its peak, Duncan walked over to the injured sack of meat and roughly kicked the body's crumbling legs apart. He fingered the boy's hole and spit on his member. In a single thrust he pierced the lifeless boy and began his utter domination over him. The boy grunted, a small reminder that he was still mildly conscious. Duncan began ramming him relentlessly. He held onto the ropes above the quietly sobbing boy as the camera tracked down from Duncan's fierce warrior face, his flaring nostril and clenched jaw, down to the moist brown hair of his pits, following rivers of sweat running down his flexing torso. After a quick hit, I got in rhythm with Duncan's cadence. I imagined taking Duncan's invasion as I pushed against the garage wall. When he grabbed the boy's thin hips he quickened his pace and so did I. I closed my eyes, imagined I was his object, assailing me on a stage, revealing a passion we had between us to a sea of invisible observers. The poppers put me in a state where I was lost in my fantasy, pummeling myself against the instrument stretching me open. I abandoned all inhibitions with Duncan inside me. I wanted more and more, and gave up more and more. I imagined I would let him abuse me, do whatever he wanted as long as at the end he'd take me in his arms and let me surrender to him. I broke out of my musing with the feeling of an obstruction, a speed bump protruding midway down the dildo. I realized my fantasy with Duncan had allowed me to swallow half the over-sized cock. I stopped rocking and felt the enormity of the object inside. I reach between my legs and felt my dick was starting to get hard again. I tried stroking, fumbling in my mind to get back to the imagined place I was with Duncan. Duncan had taken and released his victim and had him on a bench that allowed Joey to be spread open on all fours. Joey's butt was exactly aligned with Duncan's waist, and Duncan easily slipped in to fuck him furiously. I picked up my jacking, getting harder with Duncan's every assault. "Boy!" Mr. X announced over the static of an intercom. "Keep your hands off where I can see. Sun is almost down, and we don't want you to finish before we get there." I glanced above at the yellowed newspaper, saw it glowed orange. Next to it I saw a camera. "I can tell you this—maybe you know already—this anus you stretch for me, this anus I will own, can give you an orgasm as much as your dick. Take break. Get water. See if you go any farther on the monster before we come down. But don't you cum or I make sure all you have for orgasm is your anus. I have serious interest in training you. You must be as serious." *** It came down to money: he didn't have any left. He spent the couple hundred he had from Dottie's and Coach Hubbard's parting gifts on rent, two weeks’ worth of food split with Leah, his new roommate from the Academy, and an itty, bitty bag of herb copped in the Castro. This third week in San Francisco, he was down to pocket change. Separately, Dottie and Billy, that is, Mr. Sweeney (pianist) and Mr. Saint Claire (drama teacher) from back home, and Coach Hubbard (assistant) and Coach Johansson (head), his former football coaches, each of the pairs had arranged two small funds for his summer at the acting school. The money, a hundred and a hundred twenty, respectively, was doled out in monthly installments. Dottie and Billy and the two bachelor coaches didn't know they were both funding him. It was better that way he reckoned. But even with the two funds, San Francisco was friggin' expensive. The plan was to find a part time job like he had in Knoxville, like at some big supermarket chain like a Bi-Lo he'd worked at last summer bringing in buggies, or a Food City or Walmart. His oldest sister, Katie Ann, was a pharmacist at Walmart, and Cliff, his older brother, had worked at Food City. Cliff was unemployed now and, sadly but not surprisingly, was using again. Trouble was, any supermarket anywhere near the city had five million applicants, that, or it was a small mom and pop, family run business, that, or he could barely understand the proprietor's accent or they his. And all the fast food chains paid crapola. So instead he smoked pot with Leah and played video games on her computer, or watched internet porn when she wasn't there. The internet was awesome! There were places you could go that were even stranger than what you saw on the streets of San Francisco. Crazy, like, this one time, this guy he bought his cannabis from, in this a kind of alley—there were trashcans anyway. Anyway, he saw this guy dealing and bought a dime, and there was a guy next to him crouched on all fours with a dog mask on. I shit you not! But that's not the thing. The thing he found on the internet, a seed of an idea that flipping coins in his pocket kept making him come back to, a germ of an idea he tortured himself with all week—did he, Jeremiah Tiberius Reynolds, who loved his dick—no, exalted in the Righteous Glory of his Pecker of Power—or as he called it, the Serpent—had he balls to go through with it? When he put it that way he steeled his nerve to meet the challenge. What did he have or not have the balls for? Well, see, that's the thing. One night when Leah was out, he was scanning some porn sites, and this one time he found an outrageous site where this kinda handsome older Italian guy made short video clips of smashing other guy's balls with a mallet. Or else like would crush a guy’s balls in a vice. Or one time he saw Vinnie, the guy who thought up all this insane shit, put a screw driver down this other dude's shaft and then—you must be fucking shitting me—electrocute it. Really sick shit! Sometimes the other guy wore a mask, not like a dog's mask or a clown mask or anything weird like that, but pretty creepy anyway. Stuff like a black hood with like zippers for eyes and a tube where your mouth should go, or more ordinary masks like at parties where you wear over your eyes so but the dude could still see what Vinnie was up to. But they'd be all tied up anyway and couldn't move, so what did it matter if you could see that Vinnie was attaching electrodes to your dick and balls, sometimes in the butt, too, but those ones he didn't like. The balls smashing and dick screwdrivers in the shaft clips, those ones were okay. So the site charged something like $6.95 for 15 minutes to rent any of the full-length clips you'd want, but you had to have a credit card. He didn't so he only watched the short previews. They were for free, and he didn't need more than a minute or two of clips back-to-back, if he was really edging his meat, to get off watching a guy get kicked in his pecker. Shit! He did this kind of thing with his brothers after school all the time. Not naked jerking like, but just for kicks. Even at practice with some of the guys sometimes he did that, or just like they were going to. If you got hurt and cried or anything you'd be a pussy. No one ever cried, except this little guy at school, Jessie, but Jessie wasn't all there so he was mostly let be. Mostly. Except this one time, back of the stadium. Jeremy kind of felt bad about that time. But anyway. The phone number for the site, Ball Busters, was always looking for "models." It was right there at the bottom of the screen: "Who you gonna call?" and then the phone number. Or you could use an email address application, which he'd sent on Thursday. Leah was with her girlfriend for the weekend, so when Jeremy got home from fencing class, he went online and found his email, peckerwood321—peckerwood123 had been taken—had a message. The message was from Vinnie. It said: "Hey peckerwood321, are you for real? If you are pick up the phone and call me before you chicken out. If your doing this for wack off material fuck you and get a life! Send me a picture of you naked! You don't have to show your face. I pay you good money if you let me crack your nuts or maybe something else just as good. If you let me work on you with no mask I'll pay you even more money. You have to be 18 or under 35 and in decent shape. Call me now. Vinnie." Jeremy paced all over the apartment. He had a bowl of Wheaties for dinner and used up the rest of the milk. Leah'd be pissed because she liked milk in her morning tea, but, Sweet Jesus! he thought rubbing his hands excitedly, maybe he'd have money by Sunday and he'd buy a quart of milk before she got back. He crunched the rest of his cereal in front of the screen. He was starting to jack off looking at a few new clips. Vinnie was hot. Looked like he was an ex-marine like Coach Johansson but dark and Italian. Jar head, pecs better than his, but he had more ripped abs than Vinnie, but Vinnie's biceps were bigger, but his triceps stood out more. So he froze the frame and pretty much jacked off studying Vinnie till he almost came. Crap! If he came he wouldn't do it. It was tempting to cum when Vinnie came on screen. Vinnie would torture a guy’s nuts, jacking himself and the other guy. Most of the time he and the other guy would cum but he had to hit the guy a lot of times before he, Vinnie, got off. If the other guy came too, well, good for him. But the video always had Vinnie shooting all over the other guy. He put his bowl in the sink and rinsed it looking out the window. The kitchen was on the side of the building and looked at another kitchen across the way. A blonde guy was doing the dishes and an Asian guy came up behind him and wrapped his arms around the blonde guy. Jeremy poured a glass of water and picked up the kitchen wall phone. He dialed the number for the site. He had it memorized. There were two rings and on the third it was interrupted by a phone machine: "This is Vinnie. Leave your phone number and I'll hit you back. Be sure to tell me what site you're calling about." It beeped but Jeremy wasn't ready, so started babbling, "Hello, Vinnie, my name is Jeremy Reyn—um, Jeremy, and here's my number." He gave it to him and quickly hung up. He thought for a minute, then dialed the number again. After the recording Jeremy said, "This is Jeremy again. I don't have a picture I can send you. I have a headshot but I would have to give it to you in person. It's not naked or anything but my shirt's off and if I gave it to you in person you could see what I look like. I could take off my pants so you could see that too." He paused for a second, then added, "I've got a big dick and huge balls." He thought for a second longer knowing this was a long shot. "And I used to kick my brothers in the balls and they kicked me too, in the balls." He was going to hang up but one more thought occurred to him. "I wanna use a mask, not the one with zippers, but just the eye kind. Good bye." What had he done? He felt his heart leaping out of his chest. What if his father or brothers saw him? But his family didn't even have the internet. The family phone was the old rotary kind. Coach Johansson had the internet. He might see the site. He didn't think Coach Hubbard had the internet, he was older, but because they both lived in the same apartment complex, and were always at each other's places all the time, Coach Hubbard probably looked at Coach Johansson's internet. He knew Dottie and Bobby had it. They each had the own AOL accounts. Dottie was the one who first showed him dirty picture you could find. The first ones he saw Dottie kept in a folder labeled Celebrity Photos on his computer. They were supposed to be real celebrities, but really they were celebrities who's heads were pasted on other naked men. He thought it was funny seeing Tom Cruise's head put on a man that had a big 'ol dick. Yeah, sure! But then other times when Dottie was cooking and Billy wasn't home yet, he saw things that he couldn't believe. Boys doing things and girls doing things he thought were sinful and wrong, but stirred the Serpent anyway! He hadn't come across men doing painful things to other men like Vinnie's site. That he discover only when he got to the city and got to spend a lot of time surfing when Leah wasn't home. He did, though, come across girls peeing on men, men peeing on girls, and boys putting their hand in each other's butts. Some dog stuff with both sexes. He didn't like those. He like dogs, like Dukey back home. But then the phone rang and he just about shit a brick! Should he answer? Don't be a pussy, he told himself. He picked it up really quick. "Hello?" "Is this Jeremy Ren." "Yes, Sir. Is this Vinnie from the internet?" "You got it. Jeremy," Vinnie paused, "you from the south or something." "Yes, Sir, I am." "And you got a big dick and big balls? How big a dick?" "About twelve inches. That's when I'm hard." Vinnie whistled. "Well, that's big. Not the biggest I've seen in my line of work. You didn't say what site this was for. You sound young. Is this for Daddy-Oh? "Well, sir, I'm twenty next month. And this is for Ball Busters." Jeremy heard paper being ripped from a notebook and the sound of Vinnie scribbling. "So, Jeremy. What do you look like?" "Well, I lift weights, and was a tight end receiver this last year. I'm five eleven. What else? I got brown hair--it's kinda long right now 'cuz I was Tarzan--and blue eyes." "Hmm, okay, sounds good. Tarzan huh? You like girls or you like guys, Jeremy?" Geez, no one had ever straight out asked that question before. He didn't want to talk about all the stuff he did with his coach or Mr. Saint Claire or Jeannette. It was too complicated. "Well, sir," he said, "I guess I like both. Is that okay?" "Sure it's okay, buddy." Jeremy heard a cigarette being lit. Vinnie exhaled. "So, can you meet me right now?" "Uh, right now? I guess I can. Where?" "There's a liquor store on Van Ness and 21st. Meet me in front and I'll take you to my studio. You sound nervous. Don't be. We're just gonna talk. You call all the shots, sport." That made Jeremy feel a little better. He realized he'd wrapped the phone cord around his non-phone hand so hard his fingers were numb. "Okay. I can probably get there in twenty minutes. Van Ness and 21st. That's in the Mission, right?" "You got it, sport. Oh, what are you wearing?" "Right now? A tee shirt and underwear." On the other end of the line Vinnie let out a deep masculine laugh. That also made Jeremy feel better, although he got embarrassed catching now what Vinnie meant. "I'll have on jeans." "Great! Jeans and a tee shirt. Very distinctive. Hey, could you wear a chain or something so I can pick you out?" Jeremy thought a second. "I've got a hat, a white one?" "A fuckin' cowboy hat, all Midnight Cowboy and shit. Love it." "Yes, Sir." He was suddenly beaming. His favorite movie of all time, and Vinnie mentioned it! Maybe he might even like Vinnie. It's not like he knew a lot of people. Maybe they'd be friends. He was sure as hell hot enough naked in the clips. "Oh, one thing. You aren't on any drugs are you?" "No, sir," he lied. Well, just a little. Pot was hardly a drug where he came from. Unlike his older brother, he stay far away from Oxy and H, he thought to hisself. And besides he only took a couple of hits when he first got home. It was now almost eight. He hardly felt buzzed at all. Maybe a little paranoid but that could be because of this phone call. Maybe he would put a doobee in his wallet just in case. Vinnie might be all righteous in your face about drugs and did them anyway. He was kind of like that to his little brothers and sister. A lot of people were like that. Didn't make them bad. Just made them people, Coach Johansson would say when they would light up on his couch in off season, watching sports and whatnot. There was a long pause. "Jeremy, I think I'm going to like working you over." "That'd be swell, Sir. I think I'd like that too. I'll see you in a little while. By now." The phone clicked off. He stood up, went to his room and put on his jeans and boots. He looked at himself in the mirror. His cowboy hat was up in the closet. He put it on and adjusted it just the way he liked. Cocky, a little concealing his eyes, sexy, afraid of nothing and no one. He talked to himself like John Voight did in Midnight Cowboy. "Okay, here's the deal. You could take him if'n you needed to. He might look all tough and all but, dang it, you've taken guys bigger than him on. Member that transfer, Wilson Shafton last year in home room?" He leaned on the dresser and stared hard in the mirror at his own blue eyes. "You need the money, see, and you're going to get the money. You hear me? However you need to get it. And that's what." He pushed off the dresser, swaggered to the bedroom door, spun around and shot his finger at his reflection like he was shooting hisself. He gathered his keys and put a joint in the wallet. He struggled with the door key to get it in the lock. His hand was shaking badly. He finally clicked the lock, and bounded down the stairs two at a time like this was nothing. Leaving his building he pinned the envelope that had his Tarzan headshot in under his arm and slid his hands in his pocket. They was still shaking when he rounded the corner into the night. *** Jeremiah Tiberius Reynolds loved his cock, or as he called it, the Serpent. He loved its feel, its texture, its color—just a shade darker than his suntan skin. He loved its bulbous head, the length of its shaft, the girth the same size as the mushroom head, all the veins that swirled around it, especially the large protruding vein running down the top. He loved his balls, too, maybe not as much as the Serpent, but still he loved them. Ever since his older brother showed him what the Serpent could do, he gotten off with it every day, any place where he could find ten minutes of privacy. JT Reynolds hated his cock, or maybe it was more fear, or more disgust, or maybe the evil temptation that came with it. "JT," his truck salesman father would yell, pounding the door, "get outta that bathroom right now. The devil has sway over boys who want too much privacy, and your sisters need their time before the bus comes." "One minute!" he answered, and that's about as much time as it took. The Serpent ruled him. It made him experiment with temptation. He discovered playing with his balls made him ejaculate harder. It brought him to touch his butthole more than once laying in bed while he three brothers breathed heavy in their sleep. It was the Serpent that one time put the thought in his head, to stay in the shower long after his teammates left, with the touted league-winning Coach Johansson and Coach Hubbard lingering in their office, after the staff had gone home. The coaches, single men both, sitting behind the glass among the silent trophies. Coach Johansson, handsome, fit, square-jawed, sun-blond hair, broad shouldered, and as straight as can be, brought him a towel during the still-hot afternoon, telling Coach Hubbard JT probably forgot a towel. Coming upon JT and his gigantic weapon fully armed he initially feigned embarrassment. And thirty seconds later shower off, knees wet, JT got his first blow job. It might have been Coach Hubbard in the shadows, maybe just a trick of the eye when he came in Coach Johansson's mouth. No one ever mentioned anything afterward. He'd let his one and only high school girlfriend, Jeannette, touch it on one of their drive-in movie date. She was repulsed and offended, but somehow let a wrist fall in his lap when they were alone on occassion. His father made sure that wasn't often. The beast responded to her touch, but it was Coach Johansson and even Coach Hubbard, who just by being around the corner, in their office, warm water running over the single-minded reptile when it would spring, all on its own, to life. There were no more accidental encounters with the rugged, scruff-face, Johansson, with Hubbard living in the shadows—for sin in this neck of the woods, especially with a teenager, especially a teen football player that everyone thought was maybe too pretty anyway, was punishable by firing, expulsion, public humiliation, banishment and probably much, much worse. The bachelors were beyond discreet—they were celibate. In their actions anyway. In senior year Jeannette got JT to audition for the winter musical, The Music Man. Though JT couldn't hold a tune in a mason jar, or twist his waist in any recognizable manner on the dance floor, he could rap words and he could march in a straight line. He got the lead. Jeannette got chorus. His director, Mr. Saint Claire, worked hard with JT. Mr. Saint Claire's roommate and musical accompanist, Mr. Sweeney, together worked JT late into the night, often driving him home. Mr. Sweeney would sit in the backseat, behind Mr. Saint Claire, and reminisce about his years as a hair stylist on Broadway, and Mr. Saint Claire would shush him and put on a Judy Garland cassette. Dottie would ponder out-loud, whatever led him to this backwoods country, without even cable for goodness sake, he could just not imagine. The volume nob then went higher. JT found them a funny pair, until this one night, a week before opening, when JT forgot his lyrics for the umpteenth time. Mr. Sweeney threw up his hands and stormed off, yelling back at the stage, "It's 'P'—'P' for heaven sake—'P' stands for 'pool'! 'B' stands for nothing!" Mr. Sweeney swayed getting to the gym door. "'B' stand for bubkes! for beefcake! for banjo-playing hillbillies! for Billy!" Mr. Sweeney screamed up to the klieg lights. They found him later in the car drinking out of his flask. As usual, he sat behind Mr. Saint Claire on the drive to JT's house. After fifteen minutes of silence, Mr. Sweeney capped his flask and unleashed on his roomie. Did he know how in love Mr. Saint Claire was with him, what a handsome stud JT was, how JT could have any girl or—ominously—any man he wanted. So why did he have to have Billy? "Who's Billy?" JT asked, flummoxed. "He, him," Mr. Sweeney said, pointing a finger at the driver. "Dotty, shut it," said Mr. Saint Claire. "Dotty?" JT asked, pointing to the back seat. Mr. Saint Claire confirmed, "Douglas," and popped in a Barbara Streisand tape. At the next rehearsal the library lady, Mrs. DeWitt, took over on the piano. The Music Man was a hit! JT was a hit—although Mr. Saint Claire convinced JT to use his regular name 'Jeremy Reynolds' in the playbill. At the final cast party, on the director's couch, Mr. Saint Claire opined, "Jeremiah would be little over the top, I would say, but Jeremy Reynolds—it’s the name of a 50s movie star, don't you think, Dottie?" Dottie had no opinion. He rose from the couch and said he'd bring out the remaining bean dip and Doritos. There was a long pause, people were starting to leave. Jeremy Reynolds attempted to break the silence. "I never had champagne before, Mr. Saint Claire. Is it always pink?" asked Jeremy. "Only in the better places," sneered Mr. Saint Claire. Mr. Saint Claire wanted to change the subject. "JT, I mean Jeremy," he said, displaying all his teeth, "what do you think if for the spring we put on Tarzan?" "That's a play?" asked Jeremy. "Well, it's a musical I've been working on with Dottie, and I think, we think, you'd be terrific as the Ape Man of the Jungle. It has a monkey chorus, Jane as your romantic lead, and you'd swing from cardboard tree to cardboard tree. What do you think?" "I love Tarzan!" Jeremy pounded his chest excitedly, drunk, going 'Oo-oo-oo!' "This one time," he confided privately, though the last guests were in the kitchen with Dottie," I got a boy doll Tarzan for Christmas, from aunt Aggie in Charlotte, but it got took. I don't know who took it, but I think it was my daddy." Thinking back on the muscular plastic toy he clung to in bed, feeling its plastic chest and no weener, the Serpent turned. Dottie ushered out the last of the guests and swept back through the room. "I didn't bother with the dip. I'm going to bed. I'll clean up in the morning. Can you drive the music man home?" "Of course I can. I only had two glasses of champagne," protested Mr. Saint Claire. "Four, but no one counted. You feel safe with Mr. Saint Claire, sugar?" Mr. Sweeney asked Jeremy with a double-edge of concern. "Course he does. Finish your drink, mister, and we'll go." In the car Mr. Saint Claire put on the Bee Gee's Saturday Night Fever cassette singing along with them. His arm swung as much as it could in the small VW. "Ah-ah-ah, stayin alive-ive-ive!" "There's my house, Mr. Saint Claire." All the lights were off, the street deserted. "So how about it, Tarzan." Mr. Saint Claire pulled the break, reached over and put his hand on Jeremy's thigh. Since the boy didn't flinch, he unzipped Jeremy's worn out corduroys. Jeremy helped him slip them over his knees. Mr. Saint Claire reached inside his boxers and let out a 'whoa!' He pulled out the Serpent which sprang out of Jeremy's shorts. Mr. Saint Claire lowered his head and within two minutes Jeremy came in his mouth. Mr. Saint Claire said, gasping for air, "I think we're going to need a bigger loincloth." *** Vinnie was already there, smoking, leaning on the bricks when he arrived. He took a long drag on his Marlboro, offered up the pack to Jeremy, who waved off the offer but thanked him anyway. Vinnie took one more hit and tossed the butt in the street. He was silhouetted from the light out of the liquor store and made an imposing figure to Jeremy. They were about the same size but Vinnie was at least ten years older and thirty years more jaded. He wore a grey tank top that had "PIG" stenciled across the chest, black jeans, studded belt, and black leather boots. Jeremy caught that his jaw was repeatedly clenching and jutting from side to side. He'd seen that many times with the friends his brother hung out with. Maybe Vinnie was nervous, though, he thought trying to fool himself. Vinnie lit another cigarette and nodded for Jeremy to follow. "So, which site was it again?" Vinnie said, as Jeremy quickened his pace to stride along side him. "Ball Busters. I sure do like that site." "Why's that? Jeffrey, right?" "Jeremy. You can call me JT if'n you want." "I can?" Vinnie changed into an Aw-Shucks voice. "Well that's a might neighborly of you." Jeremy stopped, his back up. "You got something against the south?" Vinnie sized him up. "Nah," he chuckled, waving away the threat. "Specially if the southerner's packing a twelve inch long horn. Where you from, cowboy." They started walking again down the street again. "Little town right outta Knoxville. You from here?" "Jersey, by way of Oakland. But been here a long time. Discharged in Oakland many moons ago. So you like my site, huh? It’s still coming together but it pays very good coin." Jeremy nodded vigorously. They went quiet. A little farther down the street Vinnie picked up again. "So what’re you into, sport? Fisting, saline, bi, orgies, daddies, sounds, what?" Passing a street light the older man looked at Jeremy's face. The kid was obviously embarrassed. "Don’t know, Sir. I've been sucked off a couple of times, once by my coach, and once by my acting teacher, and, like I said, my brothers and me used to fool around kicking each other in the nuts. That's about it. Right now I'm looking for money. Your site said you'd pay good if'n I let you kick me in the nuts." "An acting teacher and coach, huh?" Vinnie left it in the air without comment. "So you never fucked nobody? A girl or this acting teacher?" Jeremy shook his head. "Well, Jeremy, just so you know, I don't suck no cocks and I don't fuck nobody neither. That cool with you?" Jeremy agreed it was. Vinnie used the butt of his cigarette to light another one. "Sure you don't want one?" Jeremy took one out of Vinnie's pack, lit it from Vinnie's cigarette. Coughed. "I pay fifty bucks to video abusing you, seventy-five without a mask. If you dig Daddy-Oh I'd give you a hundred but there's no mask for that, and we'd have to arrange to bring in one of the regular daddies. It's without condoms, if you're cool with that." Jeremy frowned. They stopped in front of a warehouse. "Well, this is it. Game, cowboy?" It was an industrial building that looked deserted. When they were inside, there wasn't even a light, but only a ghostly greenish light from the exit sign. Vinnie led them to the elevator. There was a lock instead of a button. Vinnie put in his key, turned it and the doors opened. He flipped on a switch inside and bright fluorescent blinked on behind a grungy plastic ceiling grate. Vinnie pushed 8. The doors closed and they started to climb. "So, what, you're a virgin or something?" Jeremy tried to sound experienced. "Well, two blow jobs. And my girlfriend gave me a handjob once." "Nah, kid, don't get me wrong. That's a good thing for this gig. The public likes first timers. But a good looking stud like you, what, first thing you want me to do is kick you in the nuts? You wouldn't want even a daddy suck you off? Maybe lay you or something?" "Well, I wouldn't mind if you put a screwdriver in my pecker." Vinnie laughed. "Aw, buddy, I think that's a little advanced for you. Let's just start off slow and see where that takes you. Okay, last stop. Housewares, linens, ball smashing." When the doors opened there was a security gate that Vinnie had to unlock and slide open before they could get in. Jeremy was looking through the gate. The room was illuminated in the blue glow of a bank of monitors. Each monitor had screen savers randomly ricocheting around on the screens. Once Vinnie got the door open, Jeremy wandered over to look at all of them, set down his hat on one, and studied the random photos bouncing around. Fisting, sling fucks, tits clamps, blow jobs, men peeing on men, extra-long rods going in men's pee holes. The Serpent was definitely stirring. "Video editing. I got this smart old perv that helps me with my sites, hooked me up for commerce, and showed me this editing software. I'm ready to dump him. But, I don't know, he also comes over if I want an extra pair of hands, either to move around the cameras or help me work over a guy." He switched a breaker switch on the wall next to the monitors and the dark room lit up warmly. It was like being on a sound stage, well, it was a sound stage of a sort. There was the black wall that Vinnie chained guys to and kick and punch their nuts, there was the table with all the eye hooks to bind a guy down so they couldn't budge while he did stuff to them, and there, hotly lit by four yellow klieg lights, was the famous bed with the leopard print and the pile of tiger pillows, where Vinnie would tie up guys, spread eagle. Jeremy lost his sense of fear and now only felt wonderment. He strolled over and ran his hand along the felt material and tested the fee;. It was real, not the internet. He was entranced. The whole floor was like magic. Not scary like he thought. Big, open, kind of like a stage. It even had that dusty stage smell. Even the dark corners cast spells. He wished he lived here, had this much room. It was expansive. He'd never seen a space so big. Not the cold storage room of the Bi-Lo, but real warm, lit brighter than reality. Even with the bed and monitors it hardly made a dent in the room's size. A kitchen area was in the corner and a couch and chair by the front windows. He really liked this place, and wanted to make a good impression on Vinnie. "Vinnie," he started, unsure if he should take the next step, "you want to smoke a doobee. I brought a joint in case you wanted to." "Aw, dude, I'm disappointed. I thought you didn't do drugs." Jeremy couldn't tell if VInnie was being sarcastic. "Only pot. I did coke with my brother, but it's expensive." "You're not fucking kidding. Mm-kay, you twisted my arm. So, you bring your headshot or what?" Vinnie pointed to a yellow envelope Jeremy had been clutching tight under his arm since they met. "C'mon, sit." He pointed to the kitchen table stashed in the corner. Next to it sat a bench with a hot plate, toaster oven and a small refrigerator. "Wanna beer?" Vinnie waved to his fridge. "If you’re having one. Thank you kindly." He sat at the table and slid his envelope over to Vinnie. Vinnie came out of the fridge with two beers and smacked them down on the table. Opening the manila envelope, he pulled out the photo. Jeremy as Tarzan, the Ape Man. He slid the lighter over to Jeremy. “What’s this? A skirt?” Jeremy lit the joint, took a drag and, a little offended but also hurt, handed the joint over to Vinnie. “I’m Tarzan. That’s my loincloth.” Vinnie laughed, not at Jeremy, but how hot he suddenly realized the kid was. And the loincloth was exceptionally small for such a large hunk. “You acted in a whole play in this.” He took a long drag and passed it back. Vinnie took a long time examining the studly boy's physique. He'd seen lots of pictures like this in vintage model books but this was the genuine article. No pretense in that broad handsome face. Pure innocence, a huge, perfect smile, and nowhere near a pansy faker. "It was a musical my teacher wrote, but they gave most of my songs to the lead gorilla. And one song they changed at the last minute to Jane’s. The school didn't exactly go hog wild over the show, but we did sell out every night for three weekends.” Vinnie held up the glossy with Jeremy wearing a loincloth shorter than any of the short-shorts the Village People ever wore. “I bet you sold out. Bet a lot of repeat customers, too." He toked several times on the joint. "You are a very brave man, Jeremy Ren.” "Jeremy who?” “I thought you were Jeremy Ren. Isn’t that what you said on the phone?” “Oh, I recon I didn't want to say my whole name to a stranger. My name’s Jeremiah Reynolds, but I don't want to use my real name if we do this.” Vinnie stubbed out the half-finished joint against his wet beer can. "I'm sorry, sport, but this is dirt weed. I've got some stash that's gonna kick you country ass." He went to the leopard bed and pulled out a drawer under it and took out one of his own joints. Jeremy slammed his hand on the kitchen table feeling justified. "I knew y'all wasn't all up tight about herb." Vinnie smirked, put his hands up, caught red handed. “They for real call you Jeremiah back home, seriously?” He brought the joint back to the kitchen table, sat looking over the eye candy in front of him. He didn't know how he was going to use him, but use him he would. “Well, they used to call me JT, but Mr. Saint Claire said I should use Jeremy Reynolds for the stage.” “That your acting teacher, the one that blew you, Saint Claire?" Jeremy nodded. Vinnie lit the joint. "How about JT Wren?" he said handing the joint to Jeremy. "Sounds butch, don't it?" Jeremy started toking away on the new joint. He looked at the ceiling lights then over at the bed. He smiled and starting nodding his head. “So, JT, let’s see that twelve inch trout you’ve been bragging about all night.” “Okay.” Without another word Jeremy undid his jeans and let them and his boxers drop to the floor. He fluffed up the Serpent and presented himself to Vinnie. Vinnie rocked back in his kitchen chair and gave out a low whistle. "And that's not even hard," said Jeremy. Vinnie shot up and went over to his video editing table and got his Polaroid camera. “Take off your tee shirt, buddy. Mind if I snap a few?” Jeremy shrugged his shoulders and stripped off his tee. He flexed a bit for Vinnie. He didn't mind at all, in fact, he liked being looked at and having his picture took. Vinnie grabbed at his own crotch freeing up his own serpent. He took a couple of Polaroids circling Jeremy. Front, side, back, close up butt, close up cock. “Mm-kay, cowboy, lift your Johnson and show me your nutsack." Jeremy swung his extra large bag of rocks. He was good at following direction like this. Kinda getting into it. His Johnson kinda getting into it too, from Vinnie's point of view. "Mm-kay, you better put 'em back on now.” A little disappointed, Jeremy pulled up his pants. He decided, though, to leave his tee shirt off. Vinnie took back his joint. "Good, huh?" He took a couple of short puffs and then one long drag and held it. "I recon I never had weed this good before. Hits ya quick, don't it?" He was leaning back in his kitchen table chair, arms clasped behind his head, trying to show off the little bit of dark brown bush he had. He was really feeling comfortable now. "I tell ya', Vinnie, I was nervous as a long tail cat in a room full of rocking chair fore I got here tonight. Now I'm as happy as a puppy with two peckers." After a second processing what the kid said, Vinnie exploded smoke through his nose and gave a wail of a coughing laughter. He couldn't stop. He banged his head on the table. Jeremy, smiling innocently, said, "Wha'?" "Dude," he said, passing back the joint, "did you really just say that?" "Say what?" Jeremy giggled. "I recon I did at that. But I mean—shit, dude, this is best dope I ever met. Makes me horny as a goat." "You got that right, cowboy. How bout we get in the saddle and we do a little catch and release." Jeremy couldn't wait to drop his drawers again. He excitedly undid his pants, dropped it all and ran over to the bed. He felt overcome with happiness and jumped up to a pole hang from the ceiling that held two klieg light. Between the lights he started doing pull ups. Vinnie watched him, imagined what he wanted to do with him, this virgin's first night. Nothing too extreme or he'd never come back. At twenty pull ups Jeremy dropped. "That weren't no regular joint. Now c'mon and admit it. I know drugs and that had more than plain ol' weed in it. Lil' angel in it?" "Caught me again. It's laced with T." "Crystal?" Jeremy frowned. "I smoked some clouds once and was up by myself all night. Swore I'd never do it again." "We'll that's because you was alone, bro. I'm here, and you and me, we can stay up all night if we feel like it. Do things. Anything you like, bro. You just tell Vinnie." "Like puttin' a screw driver down my Serpent." "Well," Vinnie pondered, "how's about we start off with maybe a small sound. C'mon, get on this bed you nut job. I'll show you what that's like." Jeremy ran over and jumped on the bed, leapt back on the plush tiger pillows and spread his arms and legs out wide awaiting the cuffs he'd seen so often. With Jeremy wiggling in bed, Vinnie stripped in front of the attentive kid. Vinnie untied his shoes and placed his socks inside them. He took off his PIG shirt, revealing his strong, hairy chest. He rubbed a hand casually through the thick black forest that covered his flat belly and went right up and over his shoulders. He, too, then jumped up on the bar that held the overhead lights and did a couple of pull up to show off himself. He had a lot more hair everywhere especially his pits than Jeremy, and his knew his crotch was also a dark hairy jungle, not like the kid's who he suspected manicured the little that he had—not that that was a bad thing, far from it. Vinnie dropped to the floor and undid his leather pants, let them fall and stepped out of them. He flashed a Cheshire cat smile to Jeremy and teased his five-day old dirty underwear down bit by bit till they too were on the floor. He then picked them up and snapped the waistband and shot the briefs squarely into Jeremy's face. He wagged his own not-so-unsubstantial Johnson, slapping the semi-hardon sided to side. He strolled over casually—he wouldn't spook him—but Jeremy was oblivious enjoying himself to the hilt. He was so excited he rolled back and forth on the bed that he'd only seen before on a small monitor. Vinnie began the descent of talking young boy's down, getting them to relax. "Mm-kay, partner. You saw the videos. I gotta first get you hooked up to the bed like this." He took one of the cuffs and reached out for Jeremy's large paws. He put it in the fur lined cuff and locked it to the side of the bed. Jeremy looked more excited than scared. Vinnie found he was talking to a frisky but, so far, cooperative colt, putting out a hand as he circled the bed. "It's okay, cowboy, we don't do anything you don't wanna do. Mm-kay?" Jeremy nodded eagerly. Vinnie secured his other arm. Vinnie then climbed naked over Jeremy making sure his dark hairy balls brushing over Jeremy's hairless abdomen. Jeremy bucked up surprised and over-stimulated. "Can I touch 'em?" Jeremy begged. "Sure buddy. But remember we start off slow." "I know, I know." Vinnie positioned himself so Jeremy could feel up his very furry low-hangers. Rolling Vinnie's balls gently around like a soft sack of eggs, Jeremy spoke as if he was reading from a script, "Not till the end, then we crush each other's balls. Look at my dick. Look at my dick, is what you say." "That's right, sport. Now your leg." Jeremy swung out a leg for Vinnie to cuff him. "Well, we'll see what we want to do as we go along. Right now, I'm going to cuff your other leg and then show you what a sound in your dick feels like." Vinnie worked quickly while in a side-ways glance he watched Jeremy magnum phallus rise to an extreme length. Fuck, he was going to make a fortune off this boy. Once secured, Vinnie slid himself across Jeremy's chest again to get to another drawer under the bed where he kept his set of sounds and lube. He loved feeling his hairy crotch on top of Jeremy broad chest. The kid was maybe as big as him but was completely smooth. It made his dick twitch while he slid back with his sounds in hand. The boy responded to his touch with abandon, pushing up his body to be felt everywhere he could. Vinnie ran his palms and his knuckles up and down the kid's torso. He was as close to a god as you could get, but still a wild animal waiting to be broken. He'd start with the colt's most prominent feature and improvise from there. He grabbed Jeremy hardened cock, lubed a small sound and squeezed some lube into Jeremy piss slit. The kid arched to the ceiling. "Calm down, buddy, we haven't even started yet." "Okay, Sir. It was just cold." Vinnie placed the tip of the rod over the slit opening and let it slide down a quarter of an inch. "Shit, shit. Take it out." Vinnie did, cocking an eye at Jeremy. "That felt so weird." "It's supposed to, sport. This ain't regular blow job sex. You just lie back, close your eyes." He took the sound again and placed it at the opening. He just inserted the tip before Jeremy jumped again begging for it to be taken out. "Should I start with the electric screwdriver then?" Vinnie asked, with a hint of anger and dripping sarcasm. Jeremy looked at Vinnie unhappily, shook his head and gritted his teeth. "Okay, Jeremy, this won't hurt, but it is going to feel extremely weird. But trust me it won't hurt. I'm going to use a lot of lube." Jeremy nodded his head trying to look brave. Vinnie lubed the slit liberally, put the sound again to the tip and let it slide in. Jeremy stiffened as it went down his chute. About three inches down he uncontrollably began bucking. "Please, stop, stop!" he shouted, but he bucked the sound slipped out of Vinnie's hand and it began it's natural descent from it's own weight. He thrashed from side to side, begging Vinnie to remove it. "Sweet Jesus. Holy fuck! Make it stop!" he cried. The rod was long but not a long as Jeremy's cock. It had disappeared down his shaft. Vinnie could feel it in there but with Jeremy jumping around he had no way to pull out the sound. "You have to stop or I can't help you," Vinnie tried to calmly explain. Jeremy tried to relax, felt it buried deep and so unnaturally. He tried as much as he could to accept the sensation. By a few deep breaths he was able to live with the feeling. In another few seconds he became less frenzied, almost willing to have it within him though he wasn't liking it. His cock softened just a bit but it was enough to stroke it down and have the sound's head reappear. Vinnie used his discarded underwear to grab the slippery tip and slowly, gently pull it out. "Oh, Sir," Jeremy pleaded, "I can't do this." "Course you can, cowboy. Just like riding a horse." Vinnie really liked the kid but maybe he was right. He just might be too wild to control. Then as he thought the night might slip through his hands, a thought popped in his head as he brushed Jeremy hard body with his impossibly soft skin. "So, JT. A lot of this takes time to get used to. And you look like Mr. Serpent is into it coming back to life so quick." Indeed, Vinnie noted he was stiffer than when they even started. "There is a short cut," he proffered, seeing what the boy's reaction might be. Jeremy, too, looked like he ached for the night not to be over "If you like the T-laced joint I know you'll love this, and you'll be surprised at how calm you'll get. Really nice and mellow after a fantastic initial rush. You won't believe how good it is." He reached in back of himself, and took a leather gag and ball from a bed drawer, and put it in Jeremy's mouth. The kid didn't resist. He was afraid with the next part he would. He secured the strap behind the boy's shaggy head. It was difficult to speak. Beneath the ball in his mouth he was able to get out "Okay, Sir." Vinnie pulled the strap taut. "Yep, 'Okay, Sir' is the magic word." Vinnie went around and secured the restraints much tighter. He saw Jeremy was forcing himself to relax and getting comfortable again on the leopard bed, though still he was a little anxious. He soon wouldn't be. He went back to his dresser and pulled out a rig and a spoon. He put some white powder in the spoon, added a bit of water and heated it up. Jeremy was watching him like a hawk, but surprisingly said nothing. His cock was dripping pre-cum, the veins looking like they might explode. Vinnie made sure the mixture had entirely dissolved, put a cotton ball in it, and loaded one of the points. He then set up two camera, one close up on Jeremy cock and the other one further back, a two shot that would capture him and Jeremy together. He glanced at the cowboy hat on the editing monitor and brought it over and set it on Jeremy's head. He tapped the side of the rig, looked over at the video monitors to make sure everything was right. In the drawer he found a rubber hose and tied it around the boy's outstretched muscular arm. He told Jeremy as he searched for a good vein, "I might you join a little later but right now let's concentrate on popping your cherry, or cherries." He tapped Jeremy's arm to bring out a vein. Jeremy flipped over forearm his displaying to Vinnie the largest protruding vein he had. Vinnie was surprised and broke into his Cheshire cat grin again. "Not your first rodeo, is it, cowboy." Jeremy looked up at him stoically, and shook his head. Vinnie stuck the vein, saying, "Now tell me if this burns." He gave Jeremy the entire contents without protest. "Yesss, oh fuck yesss, take it, go with it," he coached the boy, stroking his forehead, as he saw the change come over him. There was a bead of blood where he withdrew the needle. Vinnie bent over and licked it, the last thing Jeremy saw before his head sank into the tiger pillows. The boy was gone. The body alive for anything he wanted to do. Vinnie grabbed another set of sounds, a little different than the first. They were extremely thin as wires but had an octagonal bit at the end. While the boy was flying on his bed, he lubed it and inserted the bit in Jeremy's pee slit, letting it slide all the way in. Jeremy gasped and his Serpent jerked in Vinnie's hand. Once it settle in, Vinnie began twisting it in the depth of the Serpent. Only physically in the room his body trembled and swiveled his hips on the sound receiving sensation that were not natural to a body. Vinnie assisted him in intensifying the sensation by swiveling the Serpent around, drawing gasps and spasms in the body on his bed. Jeremy's abdomen shook in shock, trying to absorb the intensity of his internal forced extra-sensitivity. Vinnie wanted to exacerpate and build on what Jeremy was feeling. He took out another sound, greased it and entered it into Jeremy's urethra letting it join its brother in its descent. From far off somewhere deep in his brain Jeremy let out a cry of agony and satisfaction. He squirmed even harder in Vinnie strong hand. Vinnie took the two ends and began pulling them up and down within the kid's shaft. He felt the bits together with his fingers and ran then along the outside, following the internal motion up and down. "Better than a screwdriver, ain't it kid?" Jeremy was too far gone for words but present enough in body enough to rock his member in Vinnie's hand. "One more?" Vinnie offered. He expected no answer and inserted a third. A hissing, sucking sound came out from behind the gag. Whimpers of euphoria gave over to heavy moans of overloaded stimulation as Vinnie, unrelenting, violently stroked his shaft with a ever-tightening grip. He could feel Jeremy stiffening and coming up against his first climax of the night. Vinnie gently extracted the sounds, mouthed Jeremy's mushroom head, and deep throated him down to the tuft of clipped hair sprouting from his groin. Jeremy forced out some unintelligible words trying to make them escape from the gag, trying to form thoughts out of his spinning mind. He didn't know if they were words of damnation or gratitude. If there existed words that were both, those would be the words. They fell on deaf ears as Vinnie was lost worshiping the newest offered phallus. It wasn't the first time Jeremy felt the rush from a needle. He had his brother to thank for that. But it was one of the best. This time, though, a blow job wouldn't be the end of the encounter like the two he had—or third through hundredth if you counted the incestuous affair he long had with his brother Cliff. In his mind he was cascading far from where he started. He would be wise to cherish this ride tonight, the rush of bliss flowing from the Serpent's head to the farthest reaches of the world. There weren't that many more remaining.

Ponyboy238 he got the bloody dildo up his hole He ain't cherry no more.

Hope maybe our little virgin will stick around and lose his cherry.

Exactly! If my dick is in your holem don't expect me to pull out. I'm definitely breeding you.

I lived in Vegas for a year. I always wanted to get military guys to breed me. I went to the BAS right outside of the base, but i don't think I ever met a military man. Otherwise, I hooked up with many tops and bottoms in various locations. The Apollo was great.

So last night I rented a hotel room at the Chelsea Cloisters, Sloane Street London. I put a party add on BBRT and got 20 replies. Knowing not all would show up I put stuff on SQUIRT GRINDR and Nasty Kininky Pigs. The weather was really bad here in London and those that said they were coming didn't. Only two turned up. One guy was a quick get in fuck dump his load and left. The other stayed 5 hours and fuck my arse is sore. I never do drugs but have wanted try for sometime so last night I did. T M G K. Boy what a rush. Dildoes , fisting fucking but it all came to a very abrupt end wher I'd been given to much of one of those drugs and I became real ill. I enjoyed the sex but not the drugs. In future in sticking to my good old poppers. Lesson learned.

I think the fact you got satisfying fucks from unappealing guys makes my point. Just let anyone fuck you. You will both enjoy it.

Awhile ago there was a local park where guys would hookup. I went one early evening and saw a decent guy and I started sucking dick dick bent over. H kept holding my head and fucking my mouth, then asked me to drop my pants and fingered my hole. After awhile I heard someone approach and I just kept sucking my guy, then felt someone lick my hole then slide their dick inside. The 2 tops were whispering something to each other as I got both dicks in both ends. The fucker came shortly deep, slowly pulled out, then another dick appeared and got fucked again, more roughly. I took 4 loads up my ass, two in my mouth by the same guy. When I finally stood up and walked around I didn't see anyone who I would've been interested in having fuck me but they probably all did. That was a hot thought knowing they all probably used me like some slut.

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...

I have done this and would do it again. For me it's about letting someone control who uses me. My Sir has taken me to bathhouses and bookstores and made me take anyone he wanted. It's not always about setting up big gang bangs. Having your ass traded for a few bucks, drugs, anything really feels amazing. Knowing that your pimp or sir sold your ass to a random dude off the street. Knowing that you will do anything to make your pimp or Sir happy. Couple times I have had my assed used and bred by really disgusting guys just because my Sir thought it would be funny. And I'm glad I did because it made him laugh and be happy I will continue to service cock in any way I'm told as long as someone wants me to. No questions asked.

Awesome story, Carenath. For a continuance, I would suggest Part II could be about the brothers, Aaron and Ryan, becoming even more intimate and have sex naturally without all the bondage and so forth. And at some point Aaron should show Ryan the way to top a man by having Ryan fuck him. In this encounter, Ryan could discover that he's actually more top than bottom. All the while, it should be clear that Aaron is not able to start taking meds that make his VL undetectable and therefore remains toxic. Bart and Tim should also be counseling them, telling them about how many chasers there are out there and how few gifters there are in the world because so many are pressured to go on expensive medications right after their POZ diagnosis with the aim of making them undetectable so they CANNOT pass on the Gift. Bart and Tim should remind them of Ryan's own words that he'd rather get it from his brother than anyone else, particularly a stranger. After about 3 weeks, Ryan comes down with what he calls the "worst flu of my life." Aaron, Bart and Time nurse him through the fuck flu, and again Aaron has doubts and guilt feelings about Gifting his brother. Meanwhile, Bart and Tim are trying to persuade the brothers to join them in their regular conversion parties for willing chasers. Part II ends with them getting an OraQuick home test kit and using it to confirm that Ryan has indeed converted. Part III continues with Bart and Tim persuading Aaron and Ryan to stay off medication and be guest toxic POZ tops at the next monthly conversion party, then describe in great details the bareback orgy that the conversion party turns into and how much fun each brother has in pumping toxic load after toxic load into willing young chasers. Also, at some point, you should reveal whether Bart and Tim, who we know are POZ, are either taking medications that make them undetectable (and therefore extremely unlikely to infect a neg bug chaser no matter how hard they try) or have stopped or refused medication from the start so that they can be toxic POZ Gifters at their conversion parties.

Here's a 2nd chapter ... Over the course of a few days PandB added 11 more unmedicated poz loads to my neg ass. We were lying in bed having recovered from load # 1, the room smelled like sex. It felt oddly intense lying there with his body next to mine – my ass finally holding one of his detectable loads. This isn’t us talking about what we were going to do, this is us having done it and the real possibility of me being infected with HIV. I chased for a long time, but now I might actually be poz. I felt excited, scared, crazy, sweaty, tired and a bit nauseous all at the same time thinking about it. I’m not sure how much time went by but it didn’t seem that long. I feel him rubbing his cock against my hip, without so much as a word, I know he’s ready for round two. He wants to infect me. He wants me HIV+ with his strain. We look at each other and we kiss, I feel his cock leaking and I want it. We don’t need to discuss this and without words I turn over so that my vulnerable neg hole is now exposed and ready for that raw cock. I want him – I hope this is how most HIV-negative bottoms become HIV-positive. He rubs his cock in the crack of my ass, kissing my neck ... "Feel that, Daddy?”, he says playfully, “Feel your son's diseased cock about to stuff your hole full?”, I don’t say anything. “I’m gonna fill you full of toxic POZ seed Dad, ... that's what you want isn't it? “, I remain quiet letting him go on. “Loads of your son's dirty cum flooding that neg ass, right?", finally I can’t help myself, “Oh fuck PandB ... that’s exactly what I want son … I want my son’s dirty, poz strain … deep in my ass”. “Ahhhhhh …. “, I groan, as we’re speaking he pushes the head of his cock into my ass for the second time ever and the filthy verbal is like a torrent. “I want it son, I want your dirty, raw, unmedicated, poz seed flooding my ass again. I want to be poz like my boy”. That’s nearly enough to set him off and he slides the rest of the way in without so much as a pause – I feel his balls touch my ass. “Feel that Dad … feel my sac, I’m forcing the first load in deeper and you’re gonna get another big one”, “fuckkkkkkk”, I moan as my only response. He starts fucking me, gentle at first, but then harder and more urgent. I might already be full of his cum, but I can tell he’s determined to see me take another load. “Fuck boy … fuck that feels good”, “Yeah Dad … feel your son’s sweaty body rubbing against you …. you hear those poz nuts slappin’? Gonna seed this ass again”. His strokes definitely seem to carry more intent this time than last; this isn’t just sex for him, this is intentional infection with HIV at the end of his cock. “So fucking hot …. So fucking hot you want it Dad – dirty fucker”, “Fuck yea I do … fuck I do, fucking breed me … knock me up”, the words all coming with heavy breathes in rhythm with his strokes. PandB keeps fucking me like this for several minutes. The dirty language also continues, “Take that infected dick. Did I tell you?”, “Ahhhhh…. Ahhhh…”, “Two guys I just recently bred both tested poz. You’re next Dad”. I moan, “Ohhhhhhh fuckkkkk … fuck yea, fucking breed this ass”. “One of them is a successful bug chaser, he definitely got what he wanted from me ... JUST LIKE YOU'RE GONNA GET IT DAD!”, and he pokes my ass hard as he’s saying the words. “The other guy ... let's just say, he told me he tested poz because he worried I might have been exposed!”. The thought goes through my head, “I hope you pretended to be worried”, and knowing that if that situation happens to me I might wait a week and then tell the guy I think he infected me because I just “tested poz” too. My cock is rock hard and leaking from all the filthy verbal between us. “I want it boy”, “Fuck yea … you’re gonna get it Dad, tell me what you want”, “I want that poz cum boy … I want to get infected from your poz fucking dick”. “Fuck that's so hot”, “Yeah … yeahhhh ... love young poz guys who share”, “I'm a young guy who shares … so I guess you're gonna love me ain't you stud dad?!!”, his cock now banging into my hole as I feel his chest. It hasn’t been an hour of him arriving and he’s already bred my ass and now he’s almost ready to do it again. “What do you love most about me Dad?”, I moan, “The fact that you're HIV+ and willing to share it through that hot cock of yours is what I love most son”, my groans interrupting the words. “I'm willing to share it all thru this hot TOXIC cock of mine ... just like Cody!!”, he says, reminding me of one of my stories. “I love that cock … so hot, … so fucking hot, and ohhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkk I feel your nuts against my ass”, “Yeah Daddy!! My nuts are continually filing up with thick potent life-changing poz cream every fucking day!! I’m so ready to flood your craving hole with another load! I wanna hear you BEG for it just like Jake and Mark and Chris and Cody!! You taken anymore loads from that undetectable guy you told me about?” I’m moaning much more loudly now, “Ohhhhhh fuck that feels good … breed my ass … FUCKKKK! Yeah … he has … he fucked me last week, it was hot”, “But not like this huh?”, he says making hard strokes – pistoning that cock in and out of me, “… and I know wha you’re thinking ... the answer is yes, yes I've bred a few neg guys lately … like I said, two recently converted! Hoping another lets me know”. My thoughts are racing as he fucks me, his cock feels amazing and I can’t believe after so long he’s actually here and we’re barebacking and fantasy is now reality – and a load of his HIV+ cum is in my ass. From the sweat and talk and his grunts I know he’s about to add another to that first one. He kisses my neck and his hands are hard fixed on my hips as he fucks me. I can feel the warmth of his breathe and smell his armpits – I know I’m going to be HIV+ by the time he leaves. Between the grunts, the conversation continues, “The latest neg hole I converted is a 38 year old hot, divorced dad of 2 ... I've fucked him on and off for the last several months. He was nervous at first”, and I feel him pull back and drive it home. “I knew how to make him so horny for this young jock cock that he wanted it bad enough to risk exposure to HIV. Last month he finally started telling me he WANTED my POZ cum – he wanted me to knock him up! I get me so fucking turned on when I hear that!!”, and the long strokes continue. “Ohhhhhhh fuck … fuck …….. fuck yea … fuck yea, fill me with that death seed PandB …. Give me all the fucking poz nut from your cock! FUCKING INFECT ME!”, I say it so loud I’m glad the windows are shut or the neighbors might have heard me. Good choice of words on my part because saying that causes him to hump me faster. I know he’s gotta be close to firing that thing off, and we both know that cum will have nowhere to go but deep inside an uninfected ass. His strain may already be in my bloodstream, and if it’s not, this delivery might do the trick. He’s not speaking, just breathing hard, “Fucking infect me boy … fucking knock up your Dad. That’s what you want ain’t it… you love knocking up Dads”, I just keep egging him on. For his part he can’t speak, he just bears down and attempts to unload his poz swimmers into my ass. Part of me can’t believe I’m letting him intentionally infect me, but my cock is rock hard and leaking – it’s obvious we both want this to happen. “Dirty fucker … I know a number of guys not on meds ... but I'm the hottest and most potent!! Once that guy gave into the desire to be converted he became a nasty, horny POZ pig ... just like you and Mark and Cody!”, “Fuck yea”, I moan my response. “My twisted fantasy is for him to fuck and breed one of his sons and knock them up”, “FUCK YES”, I know he’s trying to push my hot buttons with language like that. He knows I love incest. “I've played with his son a couple times, flip-flop fucking with him, got him to go bareback last time, and he likes older guys”, “So it’s a maybe huh? … That’s so fucking hot”, “Fuck Yea Dad, it’s definitely a maybe”. “I’m so fucking turned on right now, and I’m so close … you want these poz babies”, “Yeah boy … yeahhhhh, I really do … fucki…”, but he cuts me off, “FUCK! FUCK! OH FUCK! I’m so close …. so close … Oh fuck… oh fuck”, “Yeah I do…”, “I’m gonna fucking cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!”. I feel his body tense up, “FUCKKKKKKKK! FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! OH FUCK! TAKE MY CUMMMMMMMMM… “, and the fucking stops and he starts squirting another load of his seed deep in my ass to go with the other one. “Fuck … that’s so hot”, I moan as he’s grunting and unloading. As he starts to come down, he doesn’t remove his cock. We just lay there close to each other … sweaty, heaving, him kissing me and me now full with a second load of unmedicated poz cum.

Two bottoms looking for raw hot BB fucking and breeding. We will be staying at Inn Leather and will be going to 321 Slammers also. High viral loads, AIDS cum/cocks to the front of the line! No strings attached, cum and go. Prelubed, clean, ready to get bred hard and deep. No loads refused EVER! We're addicted to raw poz'd cum deep in our bareback holes and will spread our Whore Holes wide open for anyone to breed! We will be hosting in our hotel room at Inn Leather often using our bed and in room sling to take as many raw POZ loads as we can. Just shove your RAW BAREBACK cock deep in our holes - no pulling out until we have every virus you can give us deep in my Whore Holes where it belongs!! We look forward to taking all your critters and cum deep in my raw holes!! NO LOAD REFUSED!! BBCumDumpWhore-BBRTS and BBCumPig-BBRTS

Fuck! THIS WAS double the length of the "edited version" that came out. It was very real...at one point one of the tops said, "squeez (your hole) on that dick." The bottom, practically crying, goes "I caaaan't, there's no...I can't!" I have no idea why this was taken down. If anyone does have a link to the extended version-over 20min long, please share. It puts most vids I've seen similar to this (including the edited version) to shame.

I was cruising online, Adam4adam, Manhunt, BBRTS, you know the sites, and got hit up by a hot looking younger guy. I mean he was fine. He said he couldn't host, so he wanted to come to my place. Part of my brain couldn't believe this guy was for real. He was built like a fireplug, you know what I mean: about 5"7' or so and muscles, dark skin and handsome. I found him quite attractive so we chatted for a while and I decided I'd take the chance with him. In addition, he said he wanted to fuck and I wasn't about to turn down the chance to get my hole drilled by a man with his build. I was versatile but had a definite weakness for guys who were built as his photographs suggested. Of course I was only too aware there is often a disconnect between on-line photographs and real life, and almost never to the plus, but my sense was 'nothing ventured, nothing gained', so I gave him my address. Happily, when he showed up he looked just like the pics. There wasn’t any fat on the guy and he was fuckin' handsome to boot. I couldn’t wait to get into his pants but he wanted to sit and have a beer. We talked and he was coming on real strong. I was getting completely turned on because he was telling me about how he wanted a guy to be completely submissive to him. I guessed he was telling me what he wanted and I was ready to try because he had me going. As I expected, when we finally got down to the action he become very aggressive, deliberately making me gag on his dick when I was sucking it. Not that it wasn’t tough to gag because he was hung thick. Not super long or anything, probably seven inches, but damn thick. He was also very verbal through the whole thing. When he was ready to fuck I got a condom and some lube out, and I told him to go slow. He of course ignored me and he basically split me open, or at least it felt like it. He was not a slow fuck either. He went right to pounding away. At some point he pulled out and I could see the condom had broke. The base of the condom was still around his dick but the top of it had split and was just hanging off. I was kinda concerned because I don’t know how long he had been fucking with it split like that. He said that it often happened because he was so thick. I hadn’t seen him pre-cumming much when I was sucking him but I still didn’t want to be going at it bare with him. He tried to convince me that we could just do it bare, but I told him I didn’t do that. I was very clear that if he wanted to keep fucking he needed to wrap it up. He didn’t seem happy but I was not going to do it otherwise. I told him that there were more in the closet in my dresser top drawer so he got up to go get another. He came back with a condom and with the belt from my bathrobe. After he got the condom back on he said he was gonna tie my hands up cause he didn’t want me touching my dick until he wanted me to. I got all hot again thinking about it, so I let him do it. My hands were tied up together over my head to the headboard of the bed. I was on my back and he had thrown my legs up over his shoulders. He got right back to work fucking me. We had been going at it maybe twenty minutes total, and five minutes with the new condom when he stopped. He pulled out and told me he couldn’t feel anything with a condom on and he was going to take it off. I told him he couldn’t fuck me with out one, but he just smiled and said I couldn’t stop him now. I mean, talk about scared. I suddenly didn’t want to fuck anymore. I was into being submissive and letting him have his way, but if it meant getting barebacked, sorry, not me. I kinda laughed like it was a joke and told him to let me go. He said no. I started to get loud so he stuffed a pair on underwear in my mouth. When I tried to kick him away he just got hold of my legs and bent them so they were under his control and he was back on top of me. He was strong and I felt pretty much helpless. I was trying to get him off me but he climbed back on me and started fucking again with no condom on. I would be lying to tell you it didn’t feel good. I hadn’t barebacked in a long time and it did feel good, but I was scared. He kept talking telling me how good it felt and how he liked it. I have to say I did calm down some because it WAS hot. I mean, I couldn’t do anything to stop him and he was fucking me bare. I just realized that I had no choice: struggling wasn’t doing anything and he wasn’t listening to me mumble. I tried to speak and tell him to pull out before he came, but he didn’t hear me or pretended he didn’t understand what I was saying. I was pissed but I was also turned on by his dominance. He was getting close I could tell because he was getting harder and pounding harder. It was then he told me that he was poz and he was going cum inside me. He said I would be poz too. I freaked and was trying harder than before to get him off me and get him to stop fucking. It didn’t do any good because I had my hands tied and he was on top of me holding my legs down to my chest with his body holding me down. I knew when he came as he grunted loudly the whole time he shot his load in my ass. I stopped fighting and just kinda went numb, not knowing what to think. I had let him get me in a position where I didn’t have a choice, where he had control, and he had used that against me. He was poz, had fucked me bare and dumped his load in me. I felt a lot of things but mostly I was tired and exhausted from struggling. I knew from how stretched out I felt that he probably had converted me right there. So there I was, laying under him, while his load seeping into my ass. He didn’t pull out but instead resumed fucking me some more, sure enough shooting his second load a few minutes later. I found myself was crying, more from shock than anything, and he responded by holding me in his arms, quietly talking about how good the sex had felt, and other stuff that I don’t really remember. At some point he untied me. I want to say I was mad then and got back at him, but I had already faced the fact that I was going to be poz and that was the way things were. I asked him why he did it and he said he pozzed me because someone had pozzed him. It was that simple. He left shortly after that. That is how I got pozzed.

Anonymous sex in general, whether is group action, cock or ass, is so hot that it becomes difficult to avoid and one is easily exposed to infections. I'm trying to avoid HIV and all other infections but I know I can easily slip and put myself at risk. Not to mention the possible fuck-flu 4-6 weeks after and then the 3 months wait for the test. Worth it? When you're horny in the darkroom it is worth it. Five minutes later comes the regret. I'm like you but in order to relax I would prefer anon partners be tested for all STIs. My dream would be to attend a special event, something like a CumUnion party, but everybody attending being safestsex.org members recently tested for all STDs and a blood test on entry to the party. In my view that would be awesome, a sex club with slings, glorholes and darkrooms full of horny guys who are tested.

I'm sorry for your dilemma and the pain it's causing you, but you have a decision to make. ask yourself this question: are the minutes in the darkroom worth giving up the rest of your life? it might help if you picture that cock fucking your wife and children. I know I'm harsh and judgmental about this. you may have the right to do as you choose with your own body, but you do not have the right to force that risk upon the rest of your family. is the fucking you're getting worth fucking them over? if it is, leave them and live your cumdump life without them. if it isn't, figure out how to change your behavior immediately.

Great start...let's hear more of: "I want his AIDS!"

And those of us tops with big dicks really appreciate all your efforts!

Great topic! This story jumped to my mind... When I first moved to NYC in the late 1980s I was a young twink and was a dancer at The Gaiety. I always wore board shorts, a polo shirt and matching EG Smith socks, which I usually bought at Macy's. One day I was there buying socks when this hot guy cruised me. I motioned for him to follow me and walked out of the store and crossed the street. I had no idea where I was going but it was like I was on auto pilot. In the next block I walked into the Penta Hotel (now the Pennsylvania Hotel) and went directly to the elevators (he is still following me) and we got on. I pushed the button to the 7th floor (if I remember correctly) and we got off and just started trying to open doors until we found a maid's closet with a sink. It was pretty cramped but he fucked me for a while and blew a huge load up my ass. When we finished we went our separate ways and I never saw him again. I don't think we said more than two words to each other. It was incredibly HOT! Funny how one can remember so vividly one fuck (out of thousands) like it just happened yesterday.

One of my craziest times in public was at a cruising bar in Chicago, Manhandlers, where they have a back "barn" area where guys hook up. In the warm summer months there is usually lots of action happening in the back barn late night on weekends. This past summer I was cruising there and I was so horny... a guy was standing in a corner stroking his cock, and I went over and asked if he needed help. Well, in the next few minutes I was on my knees sucking him really nice and deep, and the next thing I know several guys had formed a circle around us watching. One guy started rubbing my back while I continued to suck on that first guys cock, and the guy rubbing my back reached down and was trying to fondle my ass, so got up off my knees while still bending over and kept sucking, and the guy starts fingering my ass. I loosened my pants, and before long the guy behind me slid his cock into my ass slowly and began to fuck me. So now, I'm sucking a nice hard cock while being fucked from behind, and there is a big crowd of guys watching this go on. It was super hot. I had poppers, so I took hits off them every so often, and it was crazy hot. The guy I was sucking eventually cummed in my mouth, and the guy fucking me cummed a few minutes later deep in my ass. I pulled up my pants, went to the front bar to get another beer, and returned to the back barn area with a big smile knowing guys had just watched me get fucked. Great cruising spot in the summer.

Last night I posted about an unmedicated poz top I took a couple of loads from last Thursday. He's a lot more toxic than I wanted - he claims to have pozzed 5 of his last 12 or so holes, but I needed a charged load, so I met up with him. My plan was to wait a couple of months and if the flu didn't strike, get tested and take a couple more loads from him, or from some other poz top. I don't want to convert, I'm just looking for thrills. Anyway, I douched earlier and then switched over to wine enemas. They make me so damned horny for cocks! Well, I sent him a note saying my hole was open for more of his loads and was the guy he converted recently (with a really high VLC) available too? (That was definitely the wine talking) Both showed up! The high VLC guy said that if he stuck his cock into me he would NOT pull out until he came, no matter whether I changed my mind or not and no matter how hard I pleaded for him to pull out, and the other stud said he'd make sure to hold me down if I tried to buck his buddy out of my hole, until his buddy's load was inside me. Well, as worried as I was, I was drunk enough to take two loads from each of them. For one load each they even made me do the work of sliding back and forth on their cocks to get them off so that it was me who made them cum inside me with their charged loads. So, now I'm sitting here writing this as their loads soak into me. I promised myself to not take an enema until morning, just to make sure I didn't wash their viral semen out of me. I wonder whether or not I can make it to New Years without converting, especially since I already crave more fillings from pozzed cocks without waiting for two months to go by. Those really hot loads inside me are making me really worried. OMG, the butterflies! I'm going to be on pins and needle the next few weeks! (Exactly what I want and need.) I am sooooooooo worried! OMG, what did I do?! And, how do I keep myself from calling them in a few days for more breeding? If I do that, I know I'll get converted really soon. My mind is swimming and it isn't all from the wine.

Damn i would want to experience that

I generally prefer the darkrooms/mazes at bathhouses over the ones in bars for several reasons. 1) Guys are pretty much already naked at the baths - save a towel or a jockstrap. 2) You don't have to worry about having your wallet stolen if you've locked it in your room/locker or the front desk. 3) People are pretty much there for sex, whereas at bars you run into 'tourist' types. 4) If the guys are at the baths, they've probably already done their 'cleanout' and you're not in for some nasty surprises (not always, but usually...). My preference is to smoke in my room and get pretty fucked up firsT. Then, cruise the halls for cock and get fucked a few times to loosen me up and make me hungry. Back to the room for a little more party. Then off to the dark room to get my raw hole used. Depending on my mood/state of mind, I'll go in totally naked, or wearing a jockstrap, or if the night warrants it - a harness, armbands and leather jock. With the right combination of 'enhancements,' the feel of all those warm bodies making contact is incredible. Reducing everything to touch, smell and hearing creates a whole new world. If the main hallway gets too claustrophobic, there are alcoves along the way to step in. I prefer these, because there's more room to maneuver (i.e. bend over) if you're trying to get fucked. I've been known to lead a guy by his hard cock into one of these spaces and feed his cock into my pre-lubed hole before he knows what's happening. As others have said, the sound of men having sex all around you is intoxicating, and I don't hold back on my vocal approval either! "Yeah! Fuck my hole! Oh yeah! Fuck it! Damn that's a big cock! Fuck!" You get the idea.... When they're done, they usually leave, and I can go on the hunt for more, or go back outside for some air. PerFFecT nighT!!!

As a bottom, when a raw dick is in my hole I am assuming that the top's got it in there in order to dump his seed in me. I would never ask a raw top to pull out and it's just a waste of good cum if it doesn't end up in my hole! On those rare occasions that I'm the top - if my raw dick is going into your hole you should expect to get my load deposited deeply inside of you.

Generally cut, but there's something fucking great about an extra-long foreskin: docking, piss games, nibbling on the end while tweaking his nips . . .since I'm cut, it's like having an extra toy.

The first time a cock passed my lips and fucked me was at the same time with some guy I met on an AOL chatroom. We met at a restroom at a park late at night and I sucked a cock for the time. I then asked him to fuck me and he turned me around and pounded me until he made me suck his cock again for a little while before pounding me some more with my pants around my ankles. I could tell when he finished and I always thought he pulled out because I saw a few dribbles of his cum on the floor. I was 19 he was in his early 40's. Turns out he was a cop too. Years later and I still suck his dick every once in a while.

public sex has always been fun and has an air of excitement. have been fucked in a window van while driving in a major city.......lots of fucking in cruising parks......was really wild once (was much younger...but still "of age") when i was bent over a park bench getting rammed up the ass by a random dude....knew we were being watched.....you always were there.....a guy stepped forward to ram his cock in my mouth.......and as I looked at him.....recognized that he was my high school vo-ag teacher. he recognized me at the same moment....and started to step back.....but with a bit of encouragement, i got his cock in my mouth.....and when the dude on my ass was done ramming his load home, Mr. Mxxxx willingly took his turn and gave me even more cum. he would never fuck in private...but he was always good for a fuck at the park.... have had a few "back alley fucks too......kind of random....quick...and nasty. not sure if any had viewers...but there was no doubt we were exposed. not sure, in this day of all the video cameras for security if that still happens.....but there was a time that all i needed was a wink....and somebody was gonna get to CUM!

My regular fuckbuddy works for the local equivalent of the CDC, department STD testing and prevention! He loves to breed my ass and to watch me getting bred by others. His favourite thing is to fuck me again after I've been bred .

2. The Surprise I woke sometime around two in the afternoon to Rick pressing his cock back into my nearly recovered hole. I moaned as my hole once again stretched around his impressive girth, the cum from the previous times he had fucked me lubricating his shaft as he sank into me. Once inside of my Rick wasted no time, and was soon hammering my hole with ruthless efficiency causing me to cry out with lust. I am not normally a screamer but Rick’s powerful fucking forced yelps and moans out of me like no one had before. It didn’t take long this time for the load to boil up in Rick’s balls and soon he was grunting and bucking like an animal as he added another load to my already well-filled ass. “One for the road,” he growled into my ear as he came inside of me. When his cock had stopped twitching he pulled out and rolled out of the bed. “I’ve got some shit to do, so much as I’d like to spend the day breeding your hole… I’ve gotta go,” he said as he moved towards the door. “I’ll show you out,” I said covering my disappointment at seeing that magnificent cock go. “Don’t worry about it. Go back to sleep. Get my number from Austin and let me know when you wanna get plowed again.” Then he was gone. I laid on my bed for a long moment, naked on my stomach, my stretched out cummy hole facing the door that Rick had left open again as he exited. I went back to sleep. Several hours later I woke up again to the sound of a new voice in my room. “Damn,” the voice said, “Who wrecked your hole?” It took me a long moment to place the voice. But before my eyes were fully open and I had looked over my shoulder at the speaker I knew it was Austin. I suddenly remembered that the door to my room had been open and that the way I was laying on the bed my cum covered ass was clearly visible. Austin smiled at me a little oddly as he took in my compromised position. Knowing what I did now about Austin I found myself seeing him in a new light. He was still a tall thin twink, but I took note of the well defined abs, the incredibly hairy pits, sweet pink nipples, the narrow but dense treasure trail that led down into his skimpy yellow underpants. I noted too just how well the basket of those underpants was filled out. “Seriously,” he pressed on, coming further into the room, “someone did a number on your ass and left a shit load of cum behind. I had no idea you were suck a fucking slut, let alone a cumslut.” “I’m not normally,” I said, shifting in the bed and covering myself with a sheet. “So who dumped all those loads in your hole?” I hesitated for a moment and then said, rather sheepishly, “Rick.” A strange series of emotions played across Austin’s face so quickly that I couldn’t place all of them; but I’m certain that surprise, anger, jealousy, and fear all flashed by before he settled on lust. He rubbed his crotch through his yellow briefs and I could see that the healthy bulge was beginning to swell. “Why are you covering yourself up man,” he asked coming even closer. “You liked getting railed by Rick didn’t you? Well I’ve got something I think you’ll like just as much.” With that he practically leapt onto the bed straddling my pelvis. He lent forward and kissed me roughly. My cock quickly hardened again as I began to explore my roommates trim body with my hands. Our kiss was short lived though as after only a couple of minutes Austin broke away and said, “I have to get my mouth on that ass, flip over.” I did as I was told and kicking my legs apart Austin spread my cheeks and started to devour my ass. He lapped up the cum that had leaked from my hole and pushed it back inside of me with his tongue as he desperately tried to penetrate my hole as deep as he could with that same organ. Much like our kiss though this joy was short lived as soon I heard rustling and felt Austin shifting about behind me. Soon his mouth left my hole but his hands remained on my cheeks, I felt something warm and hard press against my hole and knew that it was his cock. Without saying a word Austin steadily pressed his fat raw cock in side of me. It was not quite as long as Rick’s but it certainly was as thick if not thicker. I whimpered into the pillow as Austin came to rest balls deep in me and started to kiss my neck. He started out slowly, sensing that my hole was still a little worn to from my night’s escapades but soon worked himself up to a feverish pace. Soon Austin was panting as I moaned into the pillows in front of me, and sweat dripped from him falling onto me. He was not going to last long, that was quickly obvious, but his cock was tugging at my hole as it stretched me wide in such a magical way that I wasn’t about to complain. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned as he bottomed out in me and his cock began to throb. As his orgasm rocked through his body he leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck. “I’m sorry I didn’t last longer, I’ll be ready to go in a minute though.” He started to rock his hips forward and back slightly, “But feeling all those POZ loads in you I couldn’t resist adding my own to the mix right away.” “What,” I said, my ass clenching around his cock in shock, “You’re POZ?” “Yeah,” he replied sounding a little confused, and then after a moment, “So is Rick. I thought you knew and that’s why…” “Oh fuck,” I said, “I had no idea.” “I’m so sorry,” Austin said, moving to get off of me. As his cock started to slip from my hole I realized I didn’t want him to stop. I had six loads of POZ cum in my hole… there was no changing that so I might as well enjoy the cocks that put it there. I reached back and grabbed his hips, pulling him to me, and shoving his cock back inside of me. “Where do you think you’re going mister,” I said. “But I’m…” “At this point it doesn’t matter, so how about we stop talking and you get back to plowing my hole with your fat POZ cock.”

I'll carry on as I want this story to continue as we follow Justin's journey! When we got to the bedroom we both rolled around on the bed making out as we shed our clothes, his monster cock hard and urgent pressed up against his six pack, the head shiny had pre-cum flowing in long strings. I went to kiss Simon but instead he forced my head down onto his dick, and skull-fucked my throat. I slobbered and sucked that cock for all I was worth, trying to relax my throat muscles to deep throat him, but gagged every time and could not keep up with the oral onslaught. I panicked and wriggled free to catch my breath, my chest heaving, my eyes watering and mouth drooling spit. Gone was the sexy, gentle caring Simon who, with his banter and winning smile, had seduced me just the day before into letting him be the first to fuck. “Come ‘ere pigboy, I ain't finished with you yet,” Simon asserted. Confused as I was, I obeyed and quickly snuck up the bed to kiss, lick and nibble my way up to his nipples running my tongue over them and gently biting. “Hey, not so hard buddy!” Then slap! A hand whacked my butt. It stung and I momentarily froze. What had I done wrong? “I’m the one in charge, so do as I say, Cumdump,” Simon said, his tone angry and domineering. With that warning, he quickly manoeuvred me on all fours, pressed down roughly between my shoulder blades forcing my head down to leave my ass up and venerable, my hole gaping open from all the cock I’d taken earlier. Simon now had his face close to my ass, I could feel his breadth on my hole, he whistled and remarked “Jeez, you’re so open red and puffy back here. It looks like the whole world has used your cunt. It's gonna take me all night to get off in your loose hole.” With no lube he just shoved the full length of his beautiful cock into my ass, quite easily this time, right down to his neatly trimmed pubes, plugging and pushing around all the poz cum that the guys had pumped into me, pushing it further into my battered guts. Fuck, it felt damn good. In a blur Simon’s hands tightly grabbed my shoulders as he rammed his massive cock in and out of my sloppy hole; the pace was fast and furious built on aggression and domination it was such a turn on. Where did that emotion come from? He fucked doggy style, spun me on my side and rolled me on my back too! With my legs spread and anchored on his shoulders Simon fucked long and hard. My body cried 'Enough' but Simon continued to piston in and out as he fucked extremely aggressively. I couldn’t relax and by now it actually hurt, but I still took it and all the while he called me a bitch, whore, slut, and other such names. The bed was squeaking and the headboard banging against the walls but my moans of pleasure were louder still, which only served as an enticement for Ryan, Tommy, Liam and Ross to enter the bedroom to watch the scene. “Go Simon, go Simon” they chanted as they massed naked around the bed, hard cocks in hand and started to wank over me. Simon didn’t seem to notice, his fucking did not skip a beat and every time he pulled right out he just shoved back in with all the cum from the boys frothing and squirting out in loud farting sounds. I was conflicted, loving every minute of it yet in pain too! Eventually as he kept smashing into my prostate, the pressure built until bam! my cock hurt, twitched once, twice then exploded in a shower of cum all over my face, shoulder and abs, my oh so loose hole spasmed and surprisingly clammed down on Simon’s cock squeezing the cum from his balls. Simon locked onto my eyes looking deep into my soul. “Yes!…here …it...cuuuummmssssssss!” Simon yelled out, rammed home one last time as his balls tightened and cock fired off volley after volley of toxic spunk into my guts. Spent, he flopped down over me sweating and breathing hard, his rock cock still jammed deep in my wrecked hole gently massaging his seed deeper in to me. My emotions were all over the place, Simon was my first, the first man I felt a connection with, the first I let fuck me, raw, yet now he was like a different person. Dazed I heard the guys shuffle closer around me “Look at me” Liam and Ross chimed in; I turned my head just at the moment the two shot their load, splat like hot rain, over my face and before I could comprehend what was happening, “This way Justin” as Tommy added to the facial now covering my nose, mouth and chin. “Justin, open your eyes and look at my cock” demanded Ryan and automatically I did as instructed. Ryan wanked harder faster and without warning shot his load right into my eyes. “Shit, quick it stings” I yelled panicking, “I can’t see, what have you bastards done to me?” Hands were all over my face, spunk rubbed out of my eyes, into my hair and mouth then rubbed into my gums…”Ouch…” I just about managed to mumble, “..your finger nails” One by one the hands disappeared until it was just Ryan standing over me. “You okay?" he asked, adding “ I don’t know what just happened.” I looked around, “Where’s Simon? I want Simon.” Tears streamed down my face, eyes red and raw, trying to wash the sperm out. Ryan knelt down and cradled my head, “Simon’s gone, how can I put this? He’s a great guy, we all love him and in his twisted way he loves us too but he has his nasty side. He’ll be back though in a few weeks wanting you to breed him.” I blinked and didn’t understand. “Where’s he gone? Why won’t he see me?” “It’s the thrill of the chase, he can sniff out a willing Neg guy at 100 paces” said Ryan “and once he’s had a guy, and pozzed him, then in his eyes the guy is damaged goods, and the thrill is gone. But mark my words, he’ll be back.” “I, I, I’m confused, Ryan.” “In a couple of weeks Justin you will probably get sick, really sick, flu, sweats, stomach cramps, sickness and diarrhoea as your body seroconverts giving into the infection. Don’t worry. We have all been there, I’ll, no we'll be here to look after you and in a week or so you’ll recover and that’s when Simon will be back in order for you to re-infect him making his strain more potent and toxic.” The enormity of what I had done the last two days suddenly hit me. I felt numb and a crushing tidal wave of emotion hit me. What had I done? “I don’t want to die! I can’t afford medication! Work can’t know! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I sobbed as Ryan clung tight rubbing my shoulders and stroking the side of my face. “Bro, HIV need not kill you, and when you need it medication will keep you healthy. It's the start of your new life not the end. We’re in this together, you’ll be okay. Trust me.” Ryan climbed into the wrecked guest bed rolled me on my side and spooned me wrapping protective arms around my limp body pulling me tight to him. I was out for the count and slept through to early afternoon and as I stirred and opened my sleepy eyes, and sure enough Ryan was there and greeted me saying “Hi, Sleepy Head.”

3. When I woke up the next morning Simon was gone. I stretched and rubbed a finger across my still slightly tender hole, feeling the slight stickiness left by his cum. My cock twitched slightly as I thought about what had happened the night before. I swung me feet out of the bed, grabbed a pair of gym shorts from the floor, and tugging them on, headed into the kitchen to make some coffee. The door to Ryan’s bedroom was open I can could see two of Ryan’s friends still sprawled out across his bed, another passed out on the couch. Just as I was pouring water into the top of the coffee maker, Ryan came in the front door covered in sweat, just back from his morning run. “Oh good, coffee,” he whispered, so as not to wake up the various sleepers around the apartment, crossing over to the little kitchen. He stood a few feet away from me waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. I didn’t know what it was but something in his eyes made me a little uneasy and then he said, “Simon told me what happened.” “What?” I stammered. “That he fucked you. I always guessed that you weren’t completely straight, but I never guessed that he was your type though.” “I’ve never done.…” “…anything like that before.” “Really?” “Yeah.” “So he was your first.” Ryan inched closer to me. “Yeah, I guess he was.” “So are you his now? “What?” “Did he claim you?” I had no idea what he meant. “No.” “Too bad,” Ryan was now very close to me, closer then I think we had been in a long time. “Simon’s pretty good about sharing, knows that I like sloppy seconds.” He put his hands on my hips and drew my crotch to his, both of us starting to tent out or gym shorts a little bit. I suddenly found myself looking at Ryan quite differently, I guess being my stepbrother, I had never considered him an option but now that he was making the first move my opinion was quickly changing. I looked down at his broad powerful body, the massive pecs slick with sweat, the thin treasure trail of light brown hair (naturally the only hair on his torso) leading down into his skimpy black running shorts now bulging with his semi, the stench of man that wafted off of him all suddenly became very attractive to me. My cock throbbed and I suddenly knew what I wanted, I wanted to get fucked again, and Ryan was no longer my stepbrother but a means to that end. I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips, tasting the sweat that lingered there, and said, “We don’t need Simon for that. I’ll share with you any time.” Ryan smiled and kissed me hard, shoving his tongue in my mouth. The coffee completely forgotten, we tumbled into my vacant bedroom and hurriedly disrobed. Ryan’s cock was even bigger then I remembered, and was thick, with an angry looking vein running across the top, and surrounded by a thick bunch of light brown pubes. It was beautiful. I made to get on my knees and suck his cock as I had done for Simon but Ryan had other plans. He grabbed my shoulders, spun me around, pushing me down onto the bed on all fours, grabbed hold of my ass cheeks and spread them wide before burying his face in my hairy crack. After a moment Ryan stopped and said, “Did he cum in you?” “Yes,” I said a little sheepishly, feeling bright red flush rise up me cheeks. “Even better,” Ryan said and resumed eating out my ass. I groaned as his tongue made short work of opening me back up. After a few minutes he stopped again, pressing his finger inside me and said, “Is that what you want me to do? Fuck your tight pink hole till I cum inside of you.” The answer was simple: yes, but all I managed to do was stammer, “I… uh… well… I…” “Just say it,” he twisted his finger inside of me more, “once you admit what you want it’s much easier to get it.” “I want you to fuck me and cum in my ass,” I blurted out. “Good.” He pulled the finger from my hole. “Now bend over the bed with your feet on the floor and your chest resting on the mattress. Now that you’ve been fucked once, and, knowing you were fucked by Simon, you were fucked good and hard, so I’m gonna really pound your hole.” I heard his spit on my hole and, I presume, his cock, and then felt the warm pressure of his cock head pressing against my recently virgin ass hole. Ryan hadn’t spent nearly as long eating out my ass as had Simon, and for that matter, it felt as though his cock was thicker then Simon's, so it took a good deal of force for him to break into my hole, but finally my sphincter gave way and his cock head popped inside of me. I groaned in pleasure as he slowly sank the rest of his cock into me. His cock felt amazing. A little painful, but mostly amazing. Jesus, why hadn't we come up with this sooner? I thought. After what had to be almost three minutes of slow penetration Ryan’s pubes came to rest against my ass. “Man you’re tight, and just after getting fucked by Simon too. You’re ass was made for fucking.” With that, Ryan began to fuck me slowly, remarking “I can feel come of Simon’s cum inside of your hole, lubing up my cock.” He built up speed quickly until he was fucking my ass with a quick, decisive rhythm. I shivered as his cock slammed into me. I wanted it so bad. Ryan had hold of my hips, and was pulling me back to meet his thrusts, which drove his cock deeper into my ass. It felt as though he had bust through another barrier, diving deeper into my hole then before. My own cock was dripping precum like mad, but bounced around completely forgotten. “You’re so fucking tight I’m not going to last long, I’m gonna lube you up with my cum now and then you can spend the rest of the day riding me before Simon comes over again tonight.” My heart skipped a beat at the thought of having Simon inside me again. Ryan started to pant, slamming into me even harder, his hands shaking slightly. “Oh fuck. Oh, fuck. I’m gonna cum,” he said, “You want my load inside of you?” “Yes, shoot your load inside my hole,” I panted back. “I’m cuming,” he said, although he didn't need to tell me. I could feel his cock exploding inside my ass. His cock throbbed and pulsed as he flooded my guts and, when his balls were drained, he collapsed forward onto my back. We were both covered in sweat. “There is something else I should tell you,” he whispered, his body still trembling slightly, “Simon and I, well really all of our friends who are probably going to end up fucking you, are poz. So you now have two massive poz loads inside your hole.” I froze for a moment, and then realized that I didn’t care. At that moment with my stepbrother’s nine inch cock still unloading inside of me, I didn’t give a damn about consequences or anything else. I just wanted too always feel the wonderful fullness I experienced from having cock and cum in me. “I don’t care,” I quite calmly replied. “That’s good 'cause you weren’t getting a choice.” “I didn’t know your stepbrother was up for grabs,” said a voice from the doorway. Ryan's cock still deep in my hole, every so slowly softening, we both turned to find the youngest of Ryan’s friends standing in the doorway, rubbing an obvious hard on through his shorts. It was Tommy, the twenty year old, ginger haired, Irish boy. He smiled wickedly and remarked “I haven’t gotten any in a few days,” adding "Mind if I have a go?” “Simon broke him in last night for the first time, but his ass is still fucking tight,” Ryan said, “but it’s up to Justin.” Ryan’s cock slipped from my hole, and with that I stood up, turned to face Tommy, a thin drip of cum running down my leg as I did so. “Well,” I said to the ginger standing the doorway, “Strip. Let's see what you’re working with."

"fucking nice tight cunt" my mate Anton grinned as he plowed his fat cock in and out of the boys bum "where did you find him?", I smirked as the boy gagged a little on my dick "he's the fucking pizza delivery boy", Anton laughed grabbing the boys hips and gave him a few nice hard pumps, the boy slobbered and sucked I got a nice lump of tina handing it to Anton who pulled his dick out the boys arse and roughly pushed the bump deep into the ginger boys pussy "boy you is so going to get so fucked tonight" Anton growled. I pulled my cock out of the boys mouth and slapped him round the face with it, " on the bed boy" he scrambled off of his knees and onto the bed, "on your knees and spread your legs white boy" I rubbed my fat cock up and down his arse crack, his tweaked boi pussy lips were puckering as if to give my cock head a kiss as I lined my dick up and pushed "oh daddy" he groaned as my large mushroom head popped through his swollen arse lips and his cunt literally sucked my dick deep into him "oh yeah good boy" I whispered as I gently started to fuck him stretching and tugging his boihole out as my dick pushed in and out of his arse, Anton was by now on the bed grabbing the boy by his ginger hair and shoving his cock into the boys mouth. I enjoyed slow long dicking his arse as I listened to him groaning and slobbering on Anton's dick, gradually I started to fuck a bit harder, thrusting my cock deep into him as I held onto his bubble hard hard, "fuck man what a boy!" I turned my head to see another mate Johnson casually standing in the doorway, I ground my cock deep into the boys arse and winked at Johnson "pipes on the side", Johnson grinned "fuck yeah" as he started to strip, Anton was thrusting his dick in and out of the boys mouth as Johnson blew some clouds and stepped up beside me watching my cock fuck in and out of the ginger boys pussy, "Jesus man that's hot" as he pulled on his own big cock watching as my cock spasmed and jerked casually dumping the second load of the night deep into the boys arse. i stayed in the boy, fucking him enjoying the feeling of my load sloshing round my cock in his hole as Anton groaned and spunked in the boys mouth "that's it boy fucking swallow that load", i pulled my cock out of the boys hole and smirked at the dribble of my spunk that followed it, Johnson caught the cum that had dribbled out and rubbed it round the boys hole "fuck look at the boys hole leak daddy cum" i grinned "two loads of poz babymakers in his pussy", Johnson slipped two fingers into the boy making the boy groan "you want more dick and poz cum boy?" as he twisted his fingers in the boys hole making him squirm and cry out "yes Daddy fuck me oh please fuck me" Johnson laughed "happy to oblige you fucking whore" flipping the boy over onto his back and spreading his legs, the boys eyes were glazed over and full of lust as he watched the big black bulking form climb between his pale white spread legs, Johnson stroked his cock as Anton grabbed one of the boys legs and I the other lifting them and placing them over Johnsons wide shoulders, the boys eyes widened when he saw Johnson's massive black meat aiming for his boi pussy, Johnson spat on the boys face and slid into the sluts hole with one shove, the boy screamed 'oh fuck god!!" as Johnsons big dick filled him up "you'll never forget this night boy" he grunted as he started to dick the boy good and hard.

Part Two The boy didn't move at first - he just stared at himself in the mirror as I pulled my dick out of his boi cunt. I loved the way his hole made and audible 'pop' when my big ol black daddy dick slipped out of his swollen little ring of an arse. I snapped my fingers, pointing at the floor by the bed with the order "Get on the floor, bitch." The dozzy boy was still seemingly entranced by his own reflection, so I gave him a super hard flick slap to his arse, (ask me, if you don't know what this is), which brought him round and another snap of my fingers had him on the floor by the bed. I sighed and idly played with my nipples as I leant back on the bed, I was very pleased with myself and the view I had. Here I was, a 60 year old big black brute, lazing on the bed with a little muscled teen ginger fucker sucking and slurping on my old man meat, cleaning my spunk and his ass juices off like a good boy should. That view was hot enough, but what made it super hot was the fact that in the mirrored doors of my wardrobe I could see the swollen pussy lips of his boy hole gently leaking my spunk as he sucked. I packed the pipe and took a nice draw on it, blowing the clouds down over my belly and onto his sweat dampened head. His eyes were bugging as he sucked looking up at me, so I asked "Baby boy want to blow some clouds?" He didn't drop my cock from his mouth, but his green eyes sparkled and he made a little nod as he continued to suck my limp dick. I rubbed my big hand through his damp hair as my dick started to come back to life, asking "You going to be a good boy for daddy, son?" His mouth moved up and down half of my cock as he nodded his eyes wide and hungry as I packed the glass pipe. It was an amusing sight the little lad on his knees blowing sweet big clouds whilst staring hungrily at my big black daddy meat. He went in to suck again, but I flicked his forehead saying "No, son, you gotta ask Daddy nice." His eyes gleamed and his forehead furrowed as he plead "Please, Daddy can I suck you?" I smirked and flicked his forehead again. "Wrong hole, son." The look in his eyes told me his brain was processing my words, and sure enough he asked "Will you fuck me again, Daddy?" I smirked as I picked up my phone and took a pic of him, "Maybe later, son, but for now you just keep doing what your doing." He carried on sucking as I sent the pic of him to my mates, after all a good boy needs to be shared eh? Us older blokes need a bit of chicken after all. Happily my mates were receptive to my invitation, and the ginger boi did not even notice another man in the room until he felt the man's tongue on his swollen ring. He dropped my dick out of his mouth and groaned. I smirked at him, advising "Just go with it, boy." A good man would have kept a slag like this to himself, but I am not a good or selfish man. As my mate slipped his cock up the boy's shitter, I grabbed the boy's hair, pulling his mouth back onto my dick, grunting as I did so, "Welcome to whoredom, little boy."

Tricked and Set-up (Part II) He kept on pumping into me as I could feel the sweat begin to drip off his body. He began to pant a little and his thrust began to pick up speed and intensity. He shoved in hard and deep and began to groan. “TAKE MY CHARGED CUM BITCH!!” All of a sudden my cock exploded and I shot cum all over the couch and my stomach. I turned my head to look back at Rod and again he kissed me, deep and passionately as his tongue began to probe my mouth. I was still a little stunned at what had just happened as I felt Rod flex his still hard dick in my ass a couple times. “Looks like my little bitch liked getting his ass fucked full of my poz cum.” That statement had me thinking. With all the fucking and partying my girl and I did, we never used condoms. I knew the risk and figured I might get pozzed at some point in the future, but admittedly I never thought it would happen as a consequence of my being fucked up the ass with full of poz cum. I answered back, “I guess I did like getting fucked.” “Good, cause were not done yet bro. You ever slammed meth before?” I kind of knew what slamming was but never knew how to do it. I figured I would go with the flow and try another first with Rod. I nodded no in answer his question. “Alright, let’s get naked and head to the bedroom.” Rod pulled his still hard cock from my ass and a good amount of cum dribbled out along with it and down my legs. I stepped out of my jeans and tossed my shirt a side and followed Rod back to his bedroom where he told me to sit down as he prepped a rig for us. I sat down and watched as he fished out a syringe and filled it with some meth. He then filled it with water and I watched as the met dissolved. He then took a belt and placed it around his arm and hit a prominent vein. I watched as he drew back a little bit of blood then shot about a third of the contents into his arm before he drew back some more blood into the syringe. He took off the belt and let out a cough and said a loud ‘FUCK’ as I watched the drug take effect. “Now it’s your turn.” I asked Rod, “Are you going to use the same needle on me that you just used on yourself?” “I only have on point and we have to share. Besides you already have my DNA swimming inside you, what’s a little poz blood.” Rod placed his bet tightly around my arm. He found a prominent vein in my arm. Then he took the bloody syringe and stuck it in the vein he found and pushed the entire contests into my arm. When he let the belt go I felt warmth rush through my body and I coughed very hard three times. “FUCK! That’s fucking amazing bro. I should have tried this before now.” “Feeling great, ain’t you bro?” “I feel fantastic!” I looked over to see Rod’s cock was leaking precum was rigid like steel. I grabbed for my dick and felt a shriveled up little nothing. I was confused why Rod got so damn hard and I was so soft and small. Rod must have known what I was thinking 'cause he said “I knew you were a bottom bitch.” All I could respond with was, “Huh?” “Look at your dick now bro. I knew you were a bottom the second I saw you with your girlfriend. I figured she was fucking you up the ass with a strap on, but to know I took your cherry and was able to bring your true self out.” His words cut through me and made me think. Was I really a bottom that needed to be fucked? Would I be able to fuck my girl the next time we were together or would I want Rod inside me from now on? I knew the way I was feeling I needed his cock inside me right then and there. “Maybe you have because I need to be fucked, I need you inside me.” Rod pushed me to my knees and I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock into my mouth and began to suck. Rod placed his hands on the back of my head and guided me as I learned how to suck my first cock. With Rod’s help it didn’t take me long to learn how to suck cock like a pro (as he put it). I was lapping up his precum and it tasted delicious. But my cock was still soft and small. I don’t know how long I had been sucking on Rod’s cock when he said, “Time to get fucked my bitch.” I stood up and Rod kissed me as he maneuvered me on my back on the bed. He crawled up between my legs as he lifted my legs up to his shoulders. His cock poked at my hole as he leaned in for a kiss and his cock began to slide inside me as his tongue began to enter my mouth. It felt incredible to have his cock back inside me. As he went deeper so did his tongue into my mouth. Our kiss became more intense then any I’ve ever had with any girl especially my own. We stopped kissing as he bottomed out balls deep inside me. He just lay still inside me as he looked into my eyes. Rod then pulled out a little and thrust back in. He did this for a few minutes before he told me to wrap my legs around his waist so that he could start fucking me like any of the girls I’d fucked before. I did as he told me and soon enough Rod was starting to power-fuck me. It felt incredible as I felt his cock slid in and out of my hole and I can only hope I serviced the various women I'd fucked half as competently. Before I knew what was happening my cock began to thicken. I could feel it growing on my stomach. I wanted to touch it but Rod told me to leave it alone. He would prove to me that I was made for being fucked by a real man, meaning, of course, Rod himself. He looked straight into my eyes as I felt his dick begin to expand and spasm a little. He let a small moan escape his lips as he leaned in and whispered to me that he was seeding my hole with another poz load of cum before he licked my ear lobe and tongued my ear. I knew Rod had great stamina and could cum multiple times. But now I was on the receiving end of his power tool. Suddenly Rod began to power fuck my ass. He was plowing me hard, fast and deep. I could feel his massive balls bounce off of my ass as he worked away at my hole. I felt my cock reach its full length and width. But it did not seem like it wanted to stop there. My cock felt like it was getting harder and harder. I thought it was about to burst when I head Rod begin to grunt and groan. I looked into Rod’s eyes as he pounded into my hole. I knew what was cumming (Rod) and I knew I wanted every drop inside me. He let out a louder moan as I felt his dick spasm inside me. As the sweat was starting to collect on his forehead he said, there’s load number three. I continued to feel my cock throb and Rod was not letting up. If anything he was pounding me harder and harder. I felt my cock leaking precum like I had never leaked before. It almost felt like I was pissing. Rod was looking me in the eyes as he began to pant and grunt. The sweat was dripping off his face and onto mine. Ever so often a drop would fall into my open mouth allowing me to taste his masculinity. I felt his cock getting harder and larger. My cock was throbbing uncontrollably as he pounded into me. I felt like my cock was gong t explode. Just as Rod slammed into me harder and harder and grunted with each thrust I felt my cock begin to spasm. As my orgasms started my ass clamped down on Rods hard tool deep inside me and he began to dup his fourth load inside me. His cock was so far inside me it felt like he was past my internal sphincter. We were both panting heavily as Rod began to kiss me with a passion I had never felt before.

Becoming a Poz Cum Dump (Part 3) Knocked up? What the fuck does that mean? I thought about what I had over heard when he came back to the room. He looked me over and said, “We need to get you cleaned up and ready to go out” as he released my restraints and helped me out of the sling. He showed me to the shower and we both climbed in to shower off. After we dried ourselves off he had me get dressed and as we headed out the door he grabbed a duffle bag and threw it over his shoulder. Now was my time to escape but I found myself following him like a little puppy down the street. We walked several blocks till we came to a brick building with no signage as to what the business was. There was a plain black door on the front and a keypad next to the door. He punched in a code and there was a click so that it could be opened. Once inside I saw a reception desk with a cute college age stud standing behind it. He said, “Your regular room Sir?” My host nodded and said “Yes” as key was slid across the counter to him along with a couple towels. I followed as we climbed the stairs to the fourth floor then down the hall to room #405. He opened the door and we entered. I was amazed at all the equipment along the walls. A St. Andrew’s Cross, fuck bench, sling, along with a normal bed. There were mirrors along one wall and the ceiling. A second wall had dildos, butt plugs, whips and other similar equipment. In one corner was a tiled shower and a couple lockers. He told me “Strip down and sit on the bed” as he fixed me another syringe for me he gave me a couple blue pills and a white one and told me to take them with the water he gave me. I noticed that the water tasted a little funny as I downed the pills but I drank it any way. I then watched as he stuck the syringe into my vein. I vaguely remember hearing a ringing in my ears as I felt like I was floating away. I could tell my heart was racing out of control and I felt very warm. He guided me over to the St. Andrews cross where he restrained me. He then dressed in leather chaps, a harness and mask as I watched. He then took down a belt or whip of some kind and began to beat my ass. I was so far gone I never felt any pain. I don’t know how long he beat me for but I do recall when he moved me over to the fuck bench. He made sure I was restrained well when he began to finger my hole. Before too long he had 3-4 fingers in me and was really pushing hard on my hole when he stopped and said “you need a little something in there to help you relax.” I felt him stick something in my hole and then felt a burning deep in me. He resumed his fingering of my hole as I felt my hole begin to throb and suck on his fingers when all of a sudden I felt like my ass was so full. I looked over to the mirror to see his fist disappear into my ass. I began to moan as he worked his fist in deeper. He was half way to his elbow when he began to flex his fingers and then withdrew his fist from my ass. He commented “What a nice gapping hole you have there” as he blew air into it. I was then Moved to the sling and fucked by him hard, long and deep. After he was through with me he allowed anyone who wanted to fuck me. I don’t know how many guys fucked me when he finally let me out of the sling, but I knew I took a lot of loads that day. He led me to the shower in the corner and all I could do was lay there as he, ad a few others that were left, began to piss all over me. They pissed in my hair, my mouth and my ass. I just laid there and took it. Then he turned the shower on and rinsed me off. He had me dress then led me back out side and put me in a cab and sent me home. Before he closed the cab door he gave me a bit of advice, “Next time you go looking for a hook up, read the profile instead of just looking at his cock picas.”

Becoming a Poz Cum Dump (Part 2) We then went up to his room where he got on his computer. As he sat at his desk and typed away on his pc, I was on the floor between his legs sucking his cock. I didn’t know what more he had planned for me, but the way I was feeling, I didn’t really care. As I sucked and sucked slowly his cock came back to life. Then he stood up and led me back to the sling where I was again restrained. He left me there for a few minutes when I heard a knock at the door. There were voices coming from the outer room as I lay there with my plugged up ass exposed. He came back in with a couple syringes; one was without a needle on it and the other was your typical needle type similar to the one he used earlier on me. He placed the tubing around my left arm and like before he when he gave me something that turned me into a cum hungry bottom. He stuck the needle in my arm and I was given more of what ever drug he gave me earlier. One of his friends approached my hole and pulled out the butt plug. Before my hole could close up the needleless syringe was shoved in as far as it would go and the contents emptied into my ass. At that moment the tubing around my arm was removed and I felt an increase in the warmth I felt throughout my body. I heard a ringing in my ears. The guy pulled the syringe from my hole and shoved his cock in me. He looked over to our host and asked, “How many loads he got in there already?” “I pumped in 5 loads. They have been marinating in there for about an hour now but needs something a little special added.” The guy fucking me groaned as he began to fuck me. Thoughts raced through my head as I looked down at the stud fucking me and saw a symbol tattooed around his belly button that I had seen in my high school biology lab. I wasn’t sure exactly what it meant, but knew it wasn’t a good symbol. As he fucked me I noticed 2 other friends standing behind him all stroking their hard cocks. The guy fucking me grunted out as he shot what felt like a gallons worth of cum deep inside me. He fucked me for a few minutes more before he pulled out and was replaced by our host. He fucked me for a good 15-20 minutes before he pulled out. Then the next friend stepped up and fucked me. I was glad I was drugged up because this guy had a huge cock with a 0g PA. I knew he had to be tearing me up on the inside. He pounded me without showing any mercy. He looked me in the eye when he shot his load in me. Again our host fucked me for a while before the last friend took his turn at my hole. This guy fucked me longer than the previous 2 friends did. When he was close to depositing his load to mix with the others he began to breathe heavy and he was sweating like he had been in a steam room. He slammed into me so hard I thought his cum would spurt out of my mouth as he unloaded his seed into me. After his friends were dressed he walked them to the door. I could barely make out what was being said in the outer room. I tried my best to make it out what he was saying, “The stupid cunt came over looking to get laid. He had no idea what he was getting himself into. Serves the cunt right to get knocked up after this.” Knocked up? What the fuck does that mean?