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A couple of years ago, I visited my regular sauna and went to the equipment room to see if there was any action. There was just one guy there in a sling with his legs obligingly apart and ready for seeding. I stroked myself to full erection, applied lube and entered his bare hole. I fucked him at an angle, so anyone coming in could immediately see I was barebacking him, knowing many guys enjoy watching, and as I enjoy being watched. Very soon we had company - the guy certainly liked what he saw and came over to watch us in close detail as I pounded the man in the sling. As he enjoyed the show I applied lube to his fully erect cock, and also lubed my buttocks, making it clear I was up for him shagging me as I was fucking. Sadly he didn't want to reciprocate, but enjoyed the show until another guy entered the room, whereupon he went over to him to suck him to full attention. This guy was darker skinned with a decent sized cock. As I continued thrusting in and out of the guy on the sling, I was able to watch the other two guys at play, which led me to unload inside the ass of the man I was fucking. Withdrawing, I approached the two other men, one of who, the guy who had been sucking the darker-skinned man, took my place with the guy in the sling, presumably using my spunk for lube, whilst I took over sucking the darker guy's magnificent dick. However, before long the guy who had been topping the sling man tired of pounding away and came back over to us, only for the dark skinned guy to take over fucking the man in the sling. I might have been vexed at being left out in the cold except that the first guy came over to me, and gestured for me to sit on a nearby couch facing him. He then pulled my legs around his torso, slipping his bare cock into my hole. Clearly he hadn't forgotten the invitation I extended to him to fuck my ass. As I enjoyed being taken by the first guy, the dark-skinned man was vigourously pounding the guy on the sling bareback. It occurred to me his thrusts were impressively forceful. I also noticed he was apparently taking note of what was happening in our corner. As the tension built up eventually it was too much for the guy fucking my hole: he pushed himself balls-deep, and blew his load inside me. No sooner had the guy withdrawn from my ass, than the dark-skinned guy stopped fucking the guy in the sling and walked over to me. His erection obviously wanted to explore a new target. Like the first guy, he grabbed my legs pulled them around his torso, and entered me bareback. My earlier observation was correct: he was indeed very forceful in his thrusts. Maybe a bit too hard for me. Eventually I couldn't take the pressure and had to get up to avoid the pain from his over-bearing thrusts, but he wasn't finished with me! As I bent over to pick-up my towel, he took me from behind. Anticipating another painful onslaught, I grabbed my poppers and sniffed deeply to facilitate his access. His persistence paid off. Within a few thrusts his body went rigid, his cock engorged with excitement as he released his cum inside me. Oh, the joy of flexibilty!

Last night I posted an ad on CL looking for tops to breed me through one of the gloryholes at the local adult bookstore. About an hour after posting, a recently divorced man in his early 40s replied with a pic of his cock. It didn't look that impressive, but what the hell, I could check out the arcade anyway even if this one doesn't work out. When I walked into the arcade, there were only two guys. One was clearly over 60, and the other guy was a tall, beefy dark-haired guy that fit the description of the guy who had responded to my CL ad. I went into a booth with a larger gloryhole, and he went into the other booth. In less than a minute after entering, he pushed a super thick 8" cock through the hole. I couldn't believe how impressive his cock was. I attempted to suck his cock, but after five minutes, my mouth couldn't handle the girth. Spitting on my fingers a couple of times, I lubed up my ass as best I could. Had I anticipated his cock would be this big, I would have brought some lube. Before I slid my ass down on that cock, I took three long hits of poppers. He pulled his cock back through the hole just as I was positioned my ass over it. I grabbed his cock and lined up his cockhead with my ass. He pushed hard and the entire eight inches slid up my hole. I felt his balls smack against my ass. I had to concentrate hard to not scream. He didn't give me any time to adjust to the pain of that huge cock. In and out, he pulled out and slammed in forcefully. This man had stamina. After what must have been 10 minutes of piston fucking my ass, he slammed in hard and held it there for 5 minutes, churning his cock slowly in my ass. Maybe he had cum? Then he started piston fucking me again. This went on for another 10 minutes. My hole was getting dry by this point and the hard fucking started to hurt. Suddenly he pushed in and held his cock deep in my ass. He stood without moving for a few minutes, and then I felt his cock grow in my ass and twitch. I could feel him cumming. He pulled out slowly. I pushed a finger up my ass and felt his huge load. I went into a private booth so I could push out his load. On the first attempt, out squirted a palm full of cum, which I lapped up eagerly. I repeated this two more times, jerking myself off with the final wad of cum from my ass.

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.

After that first time with Danny and Mark we talked, mostly thru texts, over the next few days saying how much we liked it and wanted a repeat. It was a week or so later when Danny and I were assigned the same area at work that we got to talk face to face about it. He told me how much he had wanted a three-way, but when several of the guys had been quite rude, particularly when they found out Mark was poz. "I have absolutely no problem with his being poz," I replied. "Yeah, I figured as much when you started rubbing Mark’s biohazard tattoo," Danny noted, adding "I figured we would have some real fun." Later in the shift he went to an empty room to call Mark and as I walked by he waved at me to come in the room. As soon as I was in the door he closed it and handed me the phone and said talk to Mark for a minute and then he slid to his knees and untied my scrub pants and freed my cock which he promptly started sucking. I moaned and Mark asked me how it felt and said he had told his boyfriend he wanted to hear him sucking me off. As Mark was talking dirty in my ear Danny was alternately licking my balls and sucking my cock with fast, deep strokes. His attentions felt amazing: one minute I had been walking down the hallway, and the next my cock was buried in my coworker's throat as I spoke on the telephone with his boyfriend. Talk about perverse. As Danny kept sucking me Mark told me how much he enjoyed fucking me and that I was the first guy in several years he had fucked other than his boyfriend and that he wanted to do it again. I moaned softly as he told me how turned on it got him that I wanted his poz cock and load. He asked if I wanted him to infect me, to breed my neg hole with his poz load until he made me poz too and I just moaned as Danny really started sucking like he was on a mission. Soon I was forcing Danny all the way down on my cock and shooting my load down his throat as Mark continued to dirty poz talk with me. My whole body was tingling as Danny stood up and kissed me swapping part of my load back and forth between us. Mark told me to give the phone back to Danny and return the favor. I gave him the phone and pulled out his cock and wasted no time sucking his long cock into my mouth. I grabbed his balls and pulled down just a bit as I took him in my mouth quickly. In no time he was shooting his load into me and we both were out of breath. I stood up and Danny angled the phone so we could both hear Mark who said next time it would be his turn and how he was going to load my neg ass and mouth up with as many poz loads as he could. I was already looking forward to it.

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.

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

1. Cum dripped out of my swollen, gaping hole as I pulled my briefs up and stood to crack my back. It’s funny, I thought as I felt the backside of my briefs become damp with sperm, three weeks ago I never would have thought to let a man cum inside me, and now, I couldn’t get enough. That was before I had met Simon; however, before Simon had told me how hot I was, how much he liked me; before he had eaten out my hole till he could slide three fingers inside of me without resistance; and before he had charmed me to let him slip, just the tip of his fat cock into my hole raw. I slid my hand down the backside of my briefs and felt my wet hole. The sounds of the others came through the closed door clearly; there were still plenty of me out there. I can go just a few more rounds, I thought, and kicked off my slightly damp underwear. My name is Justin, I’m twenty five and just finished my last year of grad school. At five foot ten I’m not the tallest of men, but I’m what my ex-girlfriend called “Nerd hot.” The short of guy you see with unkempt hair, dark rimmed slightly unfashionable glasses, and a tweed jacket with elbow patches and you think he’s sort of cute but nothing special until they take their clothes off and you realize that tweed jacket and button down shirt were hiding a tight six pack, broad chest and a sizable amount of chest hair. I had one girl actually laugh in surprise when I took my pants of the first time and she saw my seven-inch soft cock. For the past twenty-five years I have identified as 97% straight, every once in a while I’ve come across a guy that does it for my but that’s pretty rare and rarer still would be the circumstances under which anything would happen. I am, however, a liberal man of the modern era and so when I was in London visiting my Stepbrother and he invited me to go to the gay bar with his friends, I was more then happy to attend. Ryan, who had always been the more athletic masculine of the two of us, had come out to his mother and my father when he was fifteen; I was sixteen at the time. Most of my friends thought that I should be weirded out by this (“What if he’s checking you out after you get out of the shower?”) but I never was. Ryan was not one of the 3% of guys that I’m attracted too although I did find out after catching him in bed with one of his boyfriends over a summer break in college that he had a massive cock. After college Ryan had started working for a publishing company and soon after was transferred to their offices in London. At twenty-four he already had a massive flat near to the city center and a damn nice office in their high-rise office. When I graduated for grad school I decided to fly to England for the summer before looking for work and visit Ryan for a while. Two nights after I got there Ryan invited me to join him and his friends at a gay bar downtown. Having just finished a long semester of school I was down for drinking where ever. So we got dressed, Ryan in a pair of tight jeans and a black wife beater that showed off his broad football player chest and his massive arms, he honestly looked like Rugby Ken; and I in a slim fit button down shirt and loose fitting jeans. It was at the bar that I met Simon. He came in late, a little bit after all of the others, and took the only available seat in the little booth (next to me) that six of us now occupied in the corner of this bar. The six-foot three, black haired, blue eyed, pail skinned god smiled as he slid in next to me. “Ayope, ‘o’s this then,” he ask in a gruff south London accent. “My step brother Justin, he’s straight so put your cock back in your pants,” answered Ryan, a slight twinge of a British accent had started to color the edges of his words in the years sense he’d moved here. “Eh, he’s aright. Ain’t yeh Justin?” Simon asked me. I laughed a little and nodded trying to remain calm, I had never been so attracted to a guy in my entire life. He wore no shirt, claiming it had had gotten soaked in the rain just a little bit ago. His small pink nipples stood erect out of a thick coat of dark hair all across is massive pecks. Tight blue jeans hugged his muscular legs, and the outline of his cock running down his left pant leg was obvious. He was stunningly masculine in his appearance and domineer. The rest of the party continued to talk and Simon quickly jumped into the conversation. I didn’t know what I wanted from him but I wanted something. I wanted him somehow. As he chatted with his friends his hand slid from the table and slowly made it’s way to rest on my leg just above the knee.

After that time at work Danny and I didn’t work the same shift for a few days. The three of us would talk on the phone or text but we didn’t get a chance to get together. They both told me that after the 3way with me that the sex between them had intensified and that they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. We all three wanted a repeat though and had agreed to meet up that weekend. In the mean time we would video chat and jack off for each other and once they set it up so that I could watch them fuck. Hearing them both say how they wanted my ass loaded up with Mark’s poz cock and cum kept me rock hard no matter how much I jacked off. I was barely in the door at their place that weekend when Mark had me pressed against the door kissing me like he meant business. Danny was on the couch watching us kiss, grope and grind against each other and when I looked over at him rubbing his crotch I just smiled. Soon we headed to their bedroom and Danny and I dropped to our knees and both worked over Mark’s big, fat cock. Each licking up a side and kissing over that fat head of his cock. We did this until Mark said he needed to fuck some hole. Danny and I both got on our hands and knees next to each other as Mark started licking and tonguing both of our holes. He was licking one and fingering the other getting us both ready for his big cock. I felt him stand and saw him line his cock up with his boyfriend’s hole. I turned my head and kissed Danny as Mark slid into him and started fucking him. I continued kissing Danny and soon felt Mark push the head of his cock into me. Fucking his boyfriend had gotten him warmed up and he was ready to fuck and he rammed into me with one deep thrust. My ass gripped his cock and I gasped as he started a rhythm of deep thrusts with his hips slapping my ass on each stroke. It was almost too much and my vision got blurry for a second but soon I was relaxing and accepting the pounding he was giving me. Mark alternated fucking each of us. Giving each of us several strokes and then pulling out and sinking into the other. The harder he used our holes the dirtier the poz talk got. He was saying how he loved that the both of us wanted his poz cock and how he loved breeding neg hole and how he hoped his poz load would convert me. How he wanted to own that part of me forever. All the while his thrusts got harder and his hands were pulling my hips back onto his cock forcing him deeper into me. I was begging for his load saying I would do anything but I needed that poz load, I needed him to convert me while Danny was urging him to load my neg hole up. Soon I felt him tense as his cock throbbed in my hole and I felt his load shooting deep into me. I leaned over and kissed Danny as Mark slowed his fucking and finally pulled out. He told Danny he wanted to watch him fuck his load into me and push his poz load deeper into me. Danny’s cock is longer but not as thick so the sensation was amazing. My whole body was tingling and Danny just started pounding away and soon gave me his load too. When Danny pulled out Mark pulled him into a kiss and pointed to his ass and raised his eyebrows asking if I wanted his boyfriends’ ass. I lined up sank in balls deep fucking my coworker quick and hard until I was depositing my load into him. When Danny got up to shower Mark and I kissed and touched and as I rubbed his biohazard tattoo he told me he wanted some time with me all to himself soon. That he wanted to learn every inch of my body and he wanted to swap as many loads with me as we could manage. He said that he could be rougher with me than he could with Danny and that he really liked that. We agreed to make that happen soon and then got up and headed into the shower with Danny.

Had a good week. There was a guy in town at a local hotel taking anon dick. I get there and the room is so dark i cant even see that he's on the bed. i get on and he starts working my cock in his mouth before I get him on all fours and slide my cock in his hole that's nice and wet. He tells me he has 2 in him already. I proceed to fuck him about 45 minutes and add 3 more to him. I left there and drove down to Fort Lauderdale to fuck the biggest cum dump I know. He still had loads in him from the night before at slammers and he was pretty wet. I ended up dumping 4 in him over the course of an hour and half. Later in the week, I met up with this 21 year old bug chasing cum dump who had 3 fresh loads in his ass from a BBC tagteam. His hole was sloppy and I gave a quick load and left. My next stop a day later was a gloryhole cump dump who had 3 pretty fresh loads in him. It was my first visit to him and I will be back that is for sure.

Anybody who wants to get into my pants had better have 1) great recent pix and 2) an iron ego. Because I am exactly what the profile would lead you to believe.

Been over a month since my nuts were eliminated. Still having some temperature control issues...but pain is all gone. Must guys have enjoyed knowing they were fucking a eunuch. No doubt, I have not had anything close to a hard cock since then...and even with effort no cum. I do seem to leak much more pre-cum than before. No doubt, it is all still kind of new....but I like it....A LOT.

This amazing string of POZ sex just continues. I would have never thought that chasing would be like this. I always assumed it would be random guys over a long period of time. I have had more sex in the last week than I have had in months...and it has all been POZ cum. The best part is that the reality of POZ guys being better lovers seems quite true. I know my own inhibitions during sex are long gone...and the guy who is topping me is simply wild. Still seems a bit dreamlike.

The students are back so found some horny college guys in Grindr Friday night and then again Saturday. Just got back from my last hookup. Also swapped loads with my poz twink fuck buddy. Four college bois bred and 6 loads up my ass.

Haha, totally true! When I was in my twenties I couldn't figure out why I couldn't get some of these older guys to fuck me. I knew what I wanted, or so I thought, I had a nice little smooth bubble butt and I was willing as all fuck! But I couldn't get the tops I wanted. As the years continue to go by, it gets easier. At the same time I find myself looking at the twenty something's & being unsure as to wether or not I wanna bother, lol. Theres always a pleasant surprise around the corner though!

Stopped into A-Action ABS this afternoon. I paid my entrance fee, then went into the theater. There was one guy sitting on a sofa in a dark corner, jacking off. I walked up to him to get a closer look. He appeared to be a hispanic guy in his early 30's. He had his fist wrapped around a rock hard, thick slab of meat, stroking it as he watched the str8 film on the large screen at the front of the room. We were the only two in the theater. I knelt down and took it into my hand to stroke. It was definitely rock hard. I'd say at least 6.5", cut and thick. I quickly wrapped my lips around it and sucked. He sighed loudly as I began to make love to that big bad boy. About 5 minutes of good cocksucking brought me my first load of the afternoon. He thanked me for the blow job, which was quite nice and polite. How often do you get thanked for getting someone off in those places? I looked at him as I began to stand and said, "No, Thank YOU!". We smiled at each other as I got up and left the theater to go see what was in store for me in the arcade. This is the arcade with lots of glory holes between most booths and half doors on the booths. The doors don't lock and of course, since they are half doors, open at the bottom, you can easily see what's going on in each booth. There were several booths with guys in them, jacking off. And I pass one booth that had a guy on his knees, sucking off another guy. I found a booth with a g/h, next to a booth that was occupied. I knelt at the hole and did the finger wave. The guy on the other side, an older black guy in his early 60's was sitting in there. He looked tall and thin. Wearing sweat pants a sweat shirt. He stood and pulled his sweat pants down. He pulled out a sizable bbc. He fed me his limp cock through the hole. I took it into my mouth and began to suck. It swelled a little bit. But after 4 or 5 minutes of sucking, I could see that he wasn't going to get fully hard. And I was going to have a difficult if not impossible time trying to make him cum. So, I gave up on that cock and left that booth. Checking under the doors again, it seemed to be all the same, except the guy that had been on his knees sucking, was now standing and getting fucked by the guy he'd been sucking. I went into the booth opposite them, so I could get a direct view across the hall into their booths to enjoy the view of them fucking. They fucked for a few minutes, then pulled apart, the fuckee pulled his pants up, sat on the chair and sucked on the guys dick for a couple of minutes, then gave up and left the booth. The guy that had been doing the fucking must not have cum, because he had now sat back down on the chair and was stroking furiously on his cock. So, I left my booth and crossed over to that booth. I went inside, dropped to my knees and began to suck on his 6'' uncut cock. It was rock hard and dripping lots of precum. He was sighing and moaning as I sucked him. I sucked for 4 or 5 minutes, then he whispered, "Do you have a condom"? "No, Do you"? I said. "No". " Shit! He wants to fuck. But with a condom. Damn! I go back to sucking on his cock. "I wish we had a condom", he softly said again. "Yeah. Me too. But, we don't. You can fuck me bare". There's no response from him. I'm wondering if he was fucking the other guy with a condom? The booth is too dark to see if a used condom has been tossed on the floor. I just continue to suck on him. Then he pulls me up under my arms as he stands from his chair. "Turn around. I wanna' fuck you". I turn, undo my pants and drop them to the floor. I spit on my fingers and lube my ass a bit with my spit. He also spits on my ass and slips the spit up into my hole. He spits a couple of times on his cock and lubes it up. As I bend over, he begins to press into me. He slips inside me easily. His uncut cock nearly pulls completely out of me, then lunges back in. He fucks me for about 5 minutes, before he slams deep into me, holds it there and cums in my ass. He quickly pulls out of me, pulls up his pants and leaves the booth in a whirlwind. I pull up my pants. Pull myself together and head out into the hallway. I see the guy that's just fucked me leaving the store. And a tall, heavy set young black guy is walking out of the theater and heading towards me in the arcade. I stand at the end of the arcade and wait to see where this black kid will go. If you've been reading my stories, you know that I just LOVE black dick. The kid walks down the hall of booths, checking out what he can see under the doors. He comes almost to me and goes into the 2nd to the last booth. I enter the adjoining booth, that I know shares a g/h. I drop to my knees at the g/h. He immediately steps up to the hole and feeds me an already hard 5'5" cut cock. I immediately start to work on his cock. After a few minutes of cock worship, he pulls his cock from my mouth. Stuffs it back in his pants and leaves his booth. He opens my booth door and I move to the side to allow him space to come in. He pulls his cock back out and I drop back to my knees and resume my cock worship of his beautiful black dick. I work on his beautiful black dick like a champ. I finally take a look up at him as I still have his cock in my mouth. "Yeah. Look in my eyes, while you're sucking my dick. You like my dick?" "Mhmmhmmm....nnnmm", I moan with my mouth full of his cock as I continue to look up at him and suck him. I can tell that he's turned on by my looking into his eyes at the same time that I'm worshiping his black dick. Very soon, he grabs the back of my head, pulls my head down on his cock. Forcing his dick to the back of my throat. His cock throbs as he begins to pump his load of hot cum down my throat. I milked his dick of as much cum as I could squeeze out. Then we both put ourselves back together and I left the store feeling satisfied to have several loads in my stomach and one in my ass.

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

In the bedroom..... Jay sat on the edge of the bed and let Chris work on his cock for few minutes. Then he started to move back a little by little taking the boy on to the bed with him. While Chris continued to choke and coat Jays big black cock with saliva and other liquids that poured out from deep inside of his throat, Jay got the metal chain harness from the bedside table and one by one locked chris' extremities. When he was done, he pushed chris' head away hard and Chris rolled back and fell off the mattress since both of his ankles and wrists were chained together forcing his body to roll in to a ball. Chris' head landed on the carpeted floor but his ass was still hanging by the edge of the mattress. Jay laughed loud and teased Chris how silly he looked folded in half with his ass up in the air to be used by any men like a dItty nasty whore. Chris felt so humiliated but at the same time he felt excitement through his body especially below his waist. Jay stood on the mattress over chris' ass and started to spit on in and smeared it around with his foot. Then he took the bag of crystal out and pouted some on chris hole and used his big toe to push it into chris hole. When chris hOle resisted too much, Jay kicked chris down and squashed his balls. Chris screamed and cried but his ass hole opened up enough for Jay to stick his big toe into chris. Chris felt the burning inside of his body but by the time the pain on his balls started to calm down, the burning turned into extreme hunger. Chris could feel his hole open and close rapidly as he welcomed the intrusion of Jay's big toe into his virgin hole and possibly begged for more. Chris' pens started to grow with each wincing of his hole. Both Jay and Chris could see chris' pens erecting between them. "Botch ur hoke is hungry huh? U r begging for my big man cock."Chris closed his eyes and didn't reply ashamed by the hinger of his body but deep inside he knew Jay was right. Jay sat on the mattress and placed the head of his cock at the wincing virgin boy hole and teased the boy more. Jay tested the boy until he knew the boy must be going crazy with hUnger then he stood up on the other side of chris body and the matress. Jay put his hands on the matress and started to to push up over chris desperately wincing hole. After few times, Jays big hard black fuck stick found the hungry boy hole and slammed down into it in one stroke. Chris holet was so tight and grabbed Jays cock so toghtly. Jay continued to pull put then slam down all the way gradually faster and faster. Chris body started to get pulled up by the hole grabbing onto the mushroom head of Jay's cock as he pulled up and out of chris. Jay continental to bounce chris body under him with his cock for almost an hour and both of them were soaked with sweat. Jay was about to take a break when he started to feel the heat rising around his cock inside chris boy pussy. Jay pounder harder and harder and Chris pens sprayed thick white cum all over his face and hair. Jay felt the pussy muscles trying to milk his cock like a real whore and he also felt some got liquid coating his cock and oozing around his cock down to his balks. "Bitch u must be a real fuckING whore and love my cock. And ur pussy is so soaked wet with ur fucking pussy juice. Taste it." Jay pulled out of chris and squatied down til his cock met chris lips. Jay put a finger on each side of chris mouth and stretched it apart as he dipped his cock balls deep into chris wet throat. Chris pens stayed hard even after he came and kept on leaking cum and precum as Jay pumped his cock up and down. Jay pushed his cock back into chris wet boy pussy and gathered up the little boy into his arm and lifted him up on his cock. He then bounced him on and off of his cock while he made fun of how he's bouncing a ball of whore on his cock. Jay fucked up into chris with all his energy and right before he reached the point of no return, he through chris body off of his cock and saw it land on the matrest bouncing up anddown while his pens started to spray cum all over again. "Fuxking birch u came again?" Jay slapped chrid cheeks as he looked down into the eyes of his virgin prey of the day who was giving him the best boy pussy he's fucked so far. Jay saw fear and humiliation in chris eyes but the list and hunger, respect and adoration blanketed over them. "Bitch is natural born pussy boy " Jay said to himself as he spit on chris face and started to dip his body for the fucking round three.

Part 2. Chris tried to open his mouth as wide as he could before he put his lips around the head of Jay's big black cock while he held the smoke in his lung . But Jays cock had a big mushroom head and Chris ran out of breath before he got the whole head in his mouth and blew out the white cloud smoke before he could get it all in his mouth. Jay told Chris to stretch his jaw few times before he gave him the second hit. It helped Chris to stretch his mouth wider and second time his lips were wrapped around the underside of the mushroom when he exhaled the cloud. As the white cloud started to fade away, Chris looked up at Jays face for further instructions. Jay told Chris to stick his tongue out and saliva started pour out of chris's mouth and ran down the shaft of Jays cock. Jay told Chris to keep looking up at him as he grabbed Chris head with one hand and started to push it down to make Chris take more of his cock. At first Jay pushed Chris head gently as he urged Chris to take more of his cock with each push. Around half way, Jay felt chris' throat tightening around his cock to signal gag reflex and Jay used both of his hands to roughly push chris' head down to his crotch. Surprisingly Chris kept his teeth out of the way even during this assault of his throat and Jay was pleased by that. When Chris nose hit the thick wiry public hair, Jay kept him down there while Chris struggled to push and gagged on his cock. Jay felt the wet tight throat muscle squeezing ar poo under his shaft uncontrollably for few minutes but it stooped as Chris conditioned his throat to relax. Jay held Chris down for almost a minute before he let him go and watched Chris face all wet with tear, sweat, saliva and mucus. After Chris started to breath more regularly Jay fed him the third hit of the bong and told him to go all the way down before exhaling. Chris did just as he was told and Jay was surprised how quickly the boy was learning to deep throat his big cock. "Dann, u r such a good cock sucker. Are you sure you've never done it before, slut?" Jay started to tease Chris while he held his head down on the base of his cock. Chris felt his face burning with embarrassment but at the same time he felt somewhat proud that he learned to sick his first cock so fast. Jay let go of Chris head and told him to stay down and choke on his cock til he tells him to stop. Chris pulled back after few seconds and Jay slapped him hard couple of times. "Bitch, I told u to stay down til I tell u to stop." Chris felt humiliated and his whOle body felt hot. At first Chris thought it was from blushing but he started to feel different kind of heat all over his body like he's never felt before. As he choked himself on jays cock and kept pushing his own face on jays public hair, he felt light headed from combination of the drugs and the lack of air. Jay started walk backwards slowly and told Chris to keep his cock in his mouth. He led the young boy to crawl after his cock on his knees to the bedroom.

2. We spent a good long while in the club, my stepbrother and some of his friends eventually going off to dance somewhere, and I staying behind in the booth drinking what would turn out to be a few too many beers. Simon was with me almost all night and the more I drank the more I found my gaze drifting to his pale blue eyes. Sometime later Ryan returned and suggested that we all go back to his place for a few more beers. As the little party gathered their things and headed towards the door I felt Simon’s hand gently graze my ass as he past, my cock leapt. Back at Ryan’s place the drinks continued to flow and the guys stated to drop off steadily, and eventually I excused myself to the guest room I was staying in to turn in for the night. I stripped off my clothes and ran my hand down my tight furry abs to my semi stiff cock thinking about Simon. Never before had a guy effected me the way that he did, I fell onto the bed my cock now completely hard and started to jerk myself off my free hand roaming all over my body. I didn’t hear the door open, in fact I didn’t hear anything till in his thick South London accent Simon said, “Well that’s a much bigger cock then I would have guessed.” I scrambled to cover myself but as I was laying on top of the sheets there was nothing much I could do but try and his by rock hard eight and a half inched behind my hands. “Dunny try and hide it,” said Simon, “looks like you could use a hand in fact.” He clambered up onto the bed a wide wicked smile spreading across his face. I froze not knowing what to expect as Simon crawled up between my legs, pulled his shirt off over his head to expose his muscular dark haired torso, and swallowed my cock. No girl had ever sucked my cock like that, it was as if Simon had unhinged his jaw and swallowed my cock whole. I groaned and tried to mutter, “No, I’m straight,” but the words died in my mouth, instead I put my hands on the back of his head pulling him down onto my cock. My breathing had quickened and I was seconds away from cuming when Simon let my cock spring from his mouth. “You ever had a bloke suck your cock before?” “No, I’m… well… I’m straight,” I said lamely. “Doesn’t matter to me, what matters is if it felt good.” “It certainly did, I almost came just then.” “That’s why I stopped.” He shifted his weight slightly and shucked his jeans, now wearing only a pair of tiny brightly colored briefs. “You have an amazing cock,” he continued kissing my cock head, “and balls.” He drew first one nut and then the other into his mouth before sucking the both in. I rocked my hips forward giving him better access to my balls, my ass lifting slightly off the bed as I did so. In one swift motion before I really knew what was happening Ryan had my knees pressed into my chest and his slightly stubbly face buried in my hole, his tongue swirling around my virgin home. No one had ever eaten me out before and I moaned loudly. It had never occurred to me how amazing this could feel and Simon was certainly an expert at these things. His tongue flicked and darted of my hole sending bolts of electricity through my whole body as I relaxed into him. He pressed his tongue into me, lapping at my hole and slowly my hole began to open for him allowing his probing tongue inside. I gasped as my ass was penetrated for the first time by his tongue. Simon shifted around a bit, his mouth never leaving my hole and I could tell he was taking off his tight pants. Something new touched my ass; his hands spread my cheeks wide as he slid one finger next to his tongue and carefully slipped it inside of me. It was like nothing I had never felt before, and nothing like I had imagined it would feel like. He slowly penetrated my hole with his finger still lapping about the invading digit with his talented tongue. My cock was throbbing, and I felt hornier then I had in my entire life, loud lust filled moans escaped my mouth without me being conscious of doing it. “You’ll have all the lads in here you keep moaning like that,” Simon said taking his mouth off my hole for the first time in almost ten minutes. I was panting, sweat glistened on my chest, and precum dripped from my cock like a leaking faucet. “You ever sucked a cock before,” he asked, his finger still knuckle deep inside me. I shook my head no. “Why don’t you get mine down your throat then, least way it’ll keep you quiet.” He shifted so that his body was now over mine, his cock dangling over my mouth, my knees still bent into my chest and his finger still deep in my ass. I had never been this close to man’s cock before, although I had thought about it. His uncut, thick, veiny, still swelling cock hung before me a little glint of precum slipping from the slowly retracting foreskin. My mouth watered. Slowly I lifted my head and opened my mouth taking just the tip in. He tasted salty and sweet and I loved it. I opened wider and took more of his cock into my mouth. Simon slowly lowered his hips so that my head once again rested on the pillows but his cock was firmly lodged down my throat. I moaned around his cock as Simon’s mouth returned to my hole and he quickly prepped me for another thick finger. Only about half his cock would fit down my throat as it grew and Simon slowly fucked it in and out of my mouth occasionally making me gag. As he throat fucked me he worked two, then three, and then four fingers inside me hole. I was so horny I was practically fucking myself back onto his stretching fingers. After the fourth finger was in for a few moments he pulled them all out, pulled his cock from my mouth and spun around. He now lay on top of me, or noses almost touching, his body keeping my legs pinned to my chest, and his cock resting between my spit slicked cheeks. He rocked his hips to and fro a little rubbing his cock up and down my crack as he stared at me with those brilliant blue eyes. “You have the most amazing ass, and your hole is so fucking hairy,” he said, and then after a long time he looked right into my eyes and said, “I want to fuck you.” I had been so over whelmed by what had been happening I hadn’t even thought that this might be coming, but as soon as I heard the question I knew my answer. “I want you to fuck my virgin hole.” Simon needed no more permission then that; he lined up his cock head with my well fingered hole and pushed slightly. He kept a tight grip on my ankles as he did so. It hurt a little at first but then it changed and it was like the fingers. I felt him stretching me out, forcing my hole even wider as he slid deeper and deeper into me. Precum was poring from my cock, and lighting bolts of pleasure wrapped through me. “I’m half way in, how do you feel,” he asked. “Give me all of it.” There was none of the pain I had expected and now I longed to feel him fuck me. It took several more minutes before Simon’s considerable length was all pressed into my gut, and then several more minutes before we moved again. Once Simon was sure I was used to it he pulled back out again and pressed in faster, he did this several more times each time getting a little faster until there was no doubting that he was fucking me. I grunted with each stroke trying to keep quiet say Simon wrecked my hole. He shifted so that he was sitting up more, holding onto my hips for leverage he pounded his big fat cock into my virgin hole. “Fuck you’re tight, I’m not going to last long,” he said. I didn’t care though so long as he would make me feel like this again. “I’m gonna blow my load inside of you. Do you want that? You want my load?” “Yes cum inside me,” I said without thinking. The rhythmic thumping of flesh on flesh had replaced my heartbeat as the rhythm of my driving force and sweat pored off of each of us. “I’m so close,” he whispered, his face contorted with the effort to stave off orgasm for a few moments more, but it was too much. He slammed as deep into me as he could and fired off his load. I groaned much to loudly as I felt his hot seed spill into my guts, knowing in the back of my mind that I should be scared, that I shouldn’t be doing this, but I wanted it so badly. Simon shook a little as he came and then held still, his cock still inside of me for a long moment. Then he kissed me hard on the lips and pulled out of me. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, Simon's cock nestled between my ass cheeks as if ready to leap back inside as soon as possible.

PART 1 My name’s Sloan. I’m 35, white, hairy, and hung. My dick is a fat, veiny hole-wrecker, and I love to show it off in public. I keep my body in the best shape possible—rock-hard six-pack, muscular chest, beefy legs. I’m really good at luring younger guys into giving up their holes. There’s something about my look, about my square jaw and intense brown eyes and high-and-tight crew cut. Something that makes me look trustworthy, wholesome. The good guy. The older brother. The mentor. But see, I’m not the good guy. In fact, I’m one evil motherfucker. My favorite hobby is seducing, chemming, and corrupting college dudes, pushing their limits, taking their fantasies to the dark side, and pozzing their sweet smooth hungry holes—pounding them raw and leaving them dripping with multiple loads of unmedicated virus. And the funny thing is this: no matter how much they protest at one time or another, no matter how much they claim that they don’t want to be barebacked and gang-bred and pimped out, they always end up hungry and begging for more of that sweet seed deep in their guts. So yeah: I guess you could say that I’ve pozzed a lot of boys, destroyed a lot of unsuspecting holes, initiated a lot of slampigs. But last weekend—well, last weekend was the hottest transformation I’ve seen yet. My favorite place to hunt for victims is about a block away from a bathhouse here in Berkeley. I watch for a certain kind of guy: 18 or 19, an undergrad just getting his first taste of freedom away from the parents, well-built, preppy. He might walk hesitantly toward the entrance, then stop to reconsider, then start walking back to his car, then decide to go into the bathhouse after all. That’s when I intercept him. I emerge from the shadows to strike up a conversation—and with any luck, change his life forever. Last weekend, I was in my usual spot. It was a warm August night, and I was wearing a pair of mesh gym shorts with no underwear, a tight wife beater to show off my hairy chest, and a ballcap. I’d taken a dick pill about 30 minutes earlier, so my cock was forming a huge tent in my shorts as I anticipated my next conquest. That’s when the boy got out of his car. He looked both ways down the street—a little lost, I guess—then spotted the bathhouse entrance. Clearly a first-timer, I thought. As he walked closer to me, I began to make out his features: short dark-brown hair, a handsomely boyish face with a nice strong jawline, a fucking adorable nose, and a pair of big, dark, expressive eyes that revealed both his anxiety and his excitement. He was in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight black tank top, so I got a pretty good look at his sweet little jock body, his muscular calves, and his deeply tanned, sinewy arms that showed evidence of some serious time at the gym. He stopped in the middle of the street. He wavered. He almost turned around and went back to his car. But he kept walking toward the entrance—and that’s when I spoke up. “Hey, buddy,” I said, stepping onto the sidewalk, my dick still at attention. That startled him. But as he squinted to look at me in the semi-darkness, his fear turned to relief. I was obviously the kind of guy he was hoping to find here. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of my body, from my face to my torso to the outline of my cock. “Hey there,” he answered in a surprisingly deep voice. “Whatcha doin’?” I looked down at my dick. “Oh, just hanging,” I said with an evil grin, giving my cock a giant twitch. He almost gasped to see it jump like that -- and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stepped back into the shadows and beckoned him to follow me. He obeyed as if in a trance, his whole body shivering as he approached. “What’s your name, buddy?” “Conrad,” he said, but he didn’t look at me. He was still staring at my dick. I made it twitch again, and this time he almost laughed in total fascination. “I’m Sloan,” I said. “How old are you, Conrad?” “I just turned 18 last week,” he replied. “I’m starting at Berkeley this fall. Most people in my class are about a year older—I skipped a grade.” “18 is a good age,” I managed to say, my mind suddenly filled with images of chemming and pozzing this perfect 18-year-old boy. My cock grew harder, and I took a tiny step closer to him. “By the way, Conrad, it’s OK to look at my dick. Really. This cock likes attention. In fact, you can even touch it if you want.” He gave me a funny look, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. I smiled back, gripping my dick in my hand, then released it by slapping it against my thigh. Another gasp from Conrad. After a moment of hesitation, he reached down to touch the outline of my dick, his hands visibly shaking as he grabbed a handful of mesh and cock. After a moment or two of running his hand along the length of my poz shaft, he looked up at me with a dazed kind of desire. “No, no, Conrad,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not what I meant.” I took his hand in one of my hands. With my other hand, I pulled the elastic of my shorts away from my waistline. Then I slowly guided him down my treasure trail until he could feel the touch and girth and weight of my cock. It was throbbing with heat, its surface slightly sticky from the steady stream of precum dripping from my mushroom head—as if my poz dick were drooling at the thought of devouring this beautiful, trusting boy. He grabbed onto the dick that would break him in half and poz him deep—and his eyes fluttered in total bliss. I laughed and said: “You like that dick, huh?” He nodded eagerly. I placed my hand on the small of his back and drew him closer to me. He smelled like all good 18-year-old boys should: a combination of cheap cologne, sweat, and chewing gum. I imagined what his crotch might smell like, all musky with dried cum and piss and hormones. As our faces hovered just a few inches apart, I reached my hand down the back of his shorts to feel a perfectly round jockbutt. He trembled again. I whispered in his ear: “Are you looking for a big bro tonight?” He nodded, and I drew him closer, letting him feel the heat radiating off my body. He sighed in contentment as he nuzzled my furry chest. Then I whispered in his ear again: “Do you want your big bro to fuck you, Conrad?” “Yes, please,” he said, lifting up his head to look me directly in the eyes. I smiled and mussed his hair. “Oh, poor lil’ bro,” I said. “Didn’t anybody ever fuck you before?” He nodded and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said. “Two different guys. But they were my age, and didn’t really know what they were doing. I was kinda hoping that I’d find somebody here at the bathhouse who could—um—” “Break you in?” He buried his face in my chest again, mumbling “yes,” and I ran my hands gently up and down his spine, feeling the strength of his back muscles, imagining what he would look like on all fours, back arched, ass in the air, begging for loads. My hands returned to massaging his beefy little jockbutt, and he let out a deep, shaky moan. “I would be so honored to break you in, little bro. I want to show you how a man should fuck a boy, and how a boy should surrender his hole to a man. Would you like that?” “Yes,” he said again. His arms wrapped a little tighter around my torso, and I gently pushed my cock against his body. My throbbing poz shaft thrummed next to the firm muscles of his stomach. He exhaled a long, slow breath, as if melting into me. And at that moment, I smiled to myself and thought: This boy is fucking mine. I pointed down the street. “I live about two blocks that way,” I said. “Wanna come back to my place, maybe smoke some pot, fool around a little? We can go to the bathhouse later, if you decide you’re ready for it.” “Sure,” he said, giving me the cutest fucking grin. And right at that moment, seeing his innocence and sweetness and eagerness to please, my dick twitched even harder than before, and the head of my cock released a small geyser of toxic precum. With any luck, I thought to myself, I’ll get to see that same giant grin on his face in just a few hours—right about the time he’s spreading his slammed-up jockboy hole to get pounded and knocked up by poz cock. I pointed him in the direction of my house. He walked about a half-step ahead of me, his sweet bubble butt bouncing beneath those gym shorts as my cock followed just a few inches behind. The poor kid didn’t know it yet, but he was as good as poz. I knew exactly what to do. Everything was prepared for my victim’s arrival. And within the next hour, I planned to be blasting my potent strain deep inside this sweet 18-year-old fagboy’s chemmed-up cumhole. MORE SOON…

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

a bit of sex, but mostly Poz Sci Fi Typhoid Mary, Poz McBeefy Everyone knows me as McBeefy, kind of superhero name since like them, I save lives. What I am doing right now, me, an epidemiologist, could not happen in real life, but the definition of “real life” has evolved over the past four weeks. What was inconceivable in January 2017 is my new normal in February. The Rock, Hollywood’s new Arnold, has inserted his 6’4” frame and 270 pounds of muscle in a sling where he fully intends to take all the abuse I deem fit to inflict, as long as my HIV positive sperm goes up his non-lubricated anus: lube prevents micro fissures and could jeopardize pozzing. The thirty other men in the room, all one hundred percent straight, muscular and famous, with at least half of them delightfully homophobic (i.e. NBA douchebags), are there to witness the seeding and pozzing. Here I am, a fifty-one-year-old poz gay guy, reliving the wedding nights of medieval kings who had to prove to an audience that coitus occurred. Too bad this is an s/m room and not a canopy bed since my straight court could check for traces of blood on pure white linen sheets, but hey, they can always sniff the floor under the sling. I hear gasps and see some men stop the most homophobic among them from killing me with their bare hands. I understand their rage, after all, I am bitch slapping the Rock’s face while screaming: “you want my poz juice you fukin whore?” I growl with pleasure in evaluating the effort it takes the Rock to tame the demon ruling his alpha mind, which would have led him to do something stupid like resist, or grab my wrist in midair. This man began his life as a professional wrestler and unlike most of the NBA male barbies in the room, he had learned to take it. I kick Mark Walberg with my left foot when sensing that his licking of my balls slows down, glad to feel how quickly he readjusts both his technique and pace. He is the lucky one in the group, the next in line to be pozzed by me. I suddenly shout “now” and Walberg grabs a camera and zooms in on my phallus, well lit by expert lighting. All the heads, especially the Rock, turn toward a giant TV that shows my ejaculating phallus in real-time. My pulsating dick, evidence that seeding, and by extension pozzing, is occurring, occupies the entire screen. The only demand of the men who were handpicked for the making of this video was that there is undeniable proof since, being men, they knew that just like women, men often faked ejaculation. I ruin everything by kissing the Rock, the worst act between men, but the stakes are too high and the man in the sling turns out to be more incredible than I could have ever imagined. The Rock knows that I am the key to saving civilization and passionately proceeds to kiss me back, no gag reflex, sending the loudest signal possible to all heterosexual men who, by the grace of god, or most likely nature, are still alive. Here I am, not only dancing with wolves but inseminating them. In order to understand how this is possible, I have to backtrack to four days ago, where I explained my plan at a TedEx presentation. I insisted that it took place in New-York because that’s where the highest concentration of survivors lived. I wanted to honor one of new-York’s sickest citizens: Typhoid Mary. The US public health, what was left of it, vehemently objected, considering that even though the infection rate was in decline the danger was still too high. They knew that a conference by me would attract everyone. They were right because I was World famous by then: the first human to not only survive Vega but develop a cure, or more precisely a form of protection. Vega had practically killed every human on the planet, except the pozs, the beautiful pozs, men and women who were HIV positive. Nothing extraordinary, just your basic immunology, like those whose alpha thalassemia protects against malaria. The first case of Vega appeared on YouTube in January 4th 2017. The video showed a tattooed Jersey Shore muscle douchebag, as he was coined on social media, screaming and making grand gestures on the beach in Atlantic City. The video went viral because this macho boy’s faggy dance ended by him dying on the sand. His death made the local news as the pathologist who examined him declared that he did not die of drug overdose but of something else, something the pathologist could not identify. The next morning six similar videos appeared on YouTube and by mid-afternoon it had reached five thousands. The world took pause when the screaming/dancing disease was attacking and killing old men with arthritis, pregnant women and celebrities. The third day, warning sirens were heard all over the world. Information about the epidemic was scarce as scientists had no idea how it spread or why it was killing its victims so fast. The disease took control of a person’s mind, making them shout and move with grand gestures, incapable of stopping. According to the WHO, only vegan and longtime vegetarians were succumbing, which is why journalists came up with name Vega. Not five days passed that epidemiologists had to revise their prognostics. Vega was one hundred percent deadly, vegan and vegetarians were simply dying more quickly but omnivores were no longer protected. No one knew if it was bacteria, a virus or a prion, but it was similar to the toxin that the jewel wasp injects in the brain of insects to transform them into slaves. Vega targeted the brain and caused such profound hysteria that the victim exhausted themselves with screams and grand gestures, ultimately dying of dehydration. Vega was not deadly per say, its side effects were. You knew someone had Vega when they abruptly became extremely claustrophobic, breaking doors and windows if they were kept inside, willing to die just to get outside. By week two of the Vega pandemic, the streets of the world were filled with the dead bodies of men, women and children. The vegans, the first batch to die, were already decomposing. The natural immunity of pozs did not take me long to discover, twenty-five years of epidemiology allows one’s brain to see connections where others would not. On day six of the epidemic, I was sitting on my back porch of my New-York flat in Chelsea (between 6th and 8th Avenues, from West 18th to 22nd, the highest concentration of gay male whores on the planet) when my upstairs neighbors rushed down the stairs screaming and shaking. I always lock my patio doors when I step out, even if I just want to take a bit of sun on my porch, so running back in was not an option. One of the lovely side effects of Vega, besides the yelling and gestural dance moves, is the insatiable need to grab and hold another human, any human, the first one you see. The only way for the infected to stop the screaming and shaking, a cure that would that last five minutes. I jumped over the railing and foolishly ran across the backyard to an alley leading to the street, where I was group hugged by so many screamers I froze and let it happen. It was not as if I could escape. No flesh eating zombie, no crushing monster machines, just human contact where an infected would find peace. Five to ten minutes later the shaking started again and each let go of his/her embrace, which allowed other screamers to reach my skin. The episode lasted for eight hours, long enough for all surrounding screamers to get their human contact fix. By late at night, I was surrounded with a wall of dead bodies, so cramped it made it impossible for other screamers to reach me. I dropped down on two twinks, the first of my dead huggers, exhausted and incapable of moving, ready for Vega to do its damage. I remember thinking that never in my life had by been surrounded by so many gay men, which would have been heaven had they been alive. By sunrise I had figured out that I was immune to Vega. Pure instinct! Not one hundred percent sure since experts had estimated that some victim took days before the symptoms appeared. I climbed over the wall of dead bodies and took a long breath when witnessing the carnage. No blood or torn limbs, just a sea of lifeless bodies, piled up over one another as far as the eyes could see. My movements attracted the attention of faraway screamers but there was no way they could reach me. I looked up and saw two of my neighbors at the windows of their respective apartments, both men who had been poz since the 1985, like me, both still alive. “Can it be?” I remember whispering. I began walking the streets of New-York, carefully avoiding the screamers by snaking around the dead bodies. I ended up in front of the Stonewall memorial where something extraordinary occurred. Forty seven years after the riots that helped launch gay rights, the homos were at it again, this time on the verge of saving the entire planet. I saw no less than fifty of my poz brothers, those beautiful promiscuous barebacking sluts I had come to idolize as an epidemiologist, in awe of human’s immune diversity, none of us remembering wearing a condom because we never embraced unnatural sex. These men that had shared my secret poz-whore-life had naturally gathered at the Stonewall. Their arms out, letting the screamers hug them, quelling the victims’ demons for a few minutes, until they let go and slowly died. I knew each of them personally, the ideal group of subjects for an epidemiologist. I did not have to waste with interviews and spread sheets; I had all the information I needed. As long as you were HIV positive, even with an undetectable load, you were immune to Vega. The following hours were insane, The best way to describe a secret group of men who had known before scientists, and the world, that safe sex was dangerous, that the only immune sound choice was to get it, get treated and get over it, was that of a coven of witches that possessed enough magic to never fall prey to idiotic medical ideas such as reinfection or transmission through oral sex. Beautiful bathhouse sluts that have had all the sex they wanted while swimming in a sea of viruses for over twenty years. Made total biological sense that this group would be immune. We began sharing information and it was clear that there were still people out there that had not been infected, negative that is. I needed to get the poz message out, and fast. Problem was that the millions, and I do mean millions, of dead bodies in the streets rendered useless any means of transport. “How’s this for moving around?” “Nava,” I whispered, looking at the girl stepping down from a fire truck she drove over cadavers as if they were tiny birds. She was a Prime just like me, a name those who got infected with HIV in the early eighties called themselves. Prime sounds so much better, and sexier, than long-time-survivor. When I first met Nava she was a hot guy. Her transition caused quite a shock since she he never once showed any sign that a woman dying to come out. More extraordinary, Nava managed to get all her hormones and surgery paid by the state of Nevada because she was poz, that he threatened to kill himself if he did not become a woman, and that he was a Navaho (if a Cherokee could become Cher, a Navaho became Nava) which meant that fluency in genders was his ancestral right. All this to say that when Nava reappeared in New-York in the mid 90’s, the stunning man was now a hot woman, who had sworn off pants. “How the hell did you learn to drive a fire truck?” “Girrrl…” That was Nava’s answer to everything. I had no idea how when she became a fireman, but I had learned that if it was possible, Nava could do it. Fire trucks was exactly what we needed and Nava selected a group of brave pozs to and thought them the basic of why firemen are so gay sexy. Here we were, commandeering several fire trucks, spreading outward from Stonewall to cover a large area of Manhattan, running over so many dead bodies that the asphalt became as slippery as ice, each of us working in pair: one driving and the other using the loud speakers to spread the good word. Pozs were immune and they needed to get out of hiding pronto. This led to funny situations, like a sixty year old New-York socialite, her face redone by years of facelift, stepping out of her central park luxury apartment, all dressed up with her Chanel jacket and wearing ridiculous high heel shoes, finding out that she was poz. Fighting the truth was impossible, even for a hot Hasidic Jew, who walked over to two tall drag queens in the lower east side, asking “what was going on?” and being met with large smiles and the traditional “girrrrl..” I became the natural leader, distributing orders, meeting no oppositions. I am six-foot and have been packing on the muscles for years with the help of lovely steroids paid by the government since poor little me had HIV. One of the fun facts about aids in the 1990: bugchasers, men who wanted to seroconvert, become poz, so they could get their steroids for free. My current poz army included men and women of all sizes, age, race and backgrounds, homeless to billionaires, illiterate to Nobel Prize candidates. Somehow, a fifty year old muscle bearded poz gay epidemiologist was the man for the job and whatever I said, they did. Clues about the spread and transmission of Vega were coming in too fast for me to process and devise a quarantine protocol. Vega hit the planet just six days ago and no matter what my poz peers, doctors and researchers, said, Vega’s propagation strategy was still a mystery. Only two facts were clear: pozs were immune and there were still neg survivors out there. My first order was to send all the poz as far as possible and find all the neg survivors and ask them to stay inside, not move since whatever they were doing, it worked. The second order was to raid all pharmacies and get all the HIV medication and store it in one place. At that moment, the best defense against Vega was to keep the pozs alive. I found myself having to deal with a lot of egos in crisis, men and women who had no idea that they were pozs and who begged get on the drugs immediately. I objected because none of them needed treatment at this moment since aids was slow to develop. More importantly, I needed a group of untreated pozs to assess if the viral load affected aids’ immunity to Vega. One thing apocalyptic zombie TV shows don’t show you is how the virus is never the main threat. See, if you suddenly don’t have enough people around, then everything breaks down. Forget government, police or hospitals, the most important aspect of modern life is the news and if there is no one around to tell you what is going on then there is no news. Survivors could go outdoor and start asking questions. Vega forced anyone with a pulse to hide. Information was a priority and again pozs came to the rescue, well in New-York that is. A lot of pozs worked in the media industry and it took only eight hours to stream live news bulletins from the major networks. We also set up cars with recorded messages that they would blast out of speakers all over the city. Luckily, the epidemic was just a couple of days old so television cables and satellites were still operating, which meant that people could still manifest themselves threw social medias. By the ninth day of Vega I had calculated that out of the twenty millions people in New-York, five thousands poz would be responsible to feed and bring water to twenty thousand negs, still sequestered in their apartments. “Nuclear!” Leave it to the French to get the world’s priorities in order. On the morning of the tenth day, the poz phenomenon had been discovered all over the world and ongoing Skype conferences were maintained between countries where the only items on the agenda were a) coordinate research to find a cure, and how to feed the survivors if a cure took months. I have to admit that this planetary cooperation was exhilarating; strangers coming up with brilliant, and for once out of the box, ideas practically every minute. It all came crashing down when a French woman in her early thirties managed to invade the Elyzee, France’s White House, and take over a Skype chat room by screaming “nuclear.” See, that’s the crucial bit of information all the apocalypse show don’t bother to tell you: human survival is impossible for more than a month because if the planet’s five hundred nuclear plants are not maintained, they will melt down and earth’s living organisms will die in a nuclear winter. Pozs to the rescue, again. The nuclear problem was a nightmare. Imagine figuring out a way to get pozs to far away nuclear plants (you try finding pozs in Utah), considering the billions of cadavers lining the street, not to mention gather enough nuclear plants experts still alive that could help. Somehow by day 12, most for the world’s uranium rods had been cooled down and we could go back the basics of saving humanity. This brings me to my TedX presentation in New-York. People were still dying which meant that Vega had found a way to break through walls. Research would take time, too much time, mostly because there wasn’t enough scientists around. I had the solution, but I knew it would take a hell of a lot of convincing, which is why I opted for a TedX format, a simple way to contact the World as it would be streamed, radioed, and televised everywhere. Nava was the genius behind the presentation, standing beside me with a ridiculously short red sequins dress, one foot in front of the other, like a price-is-right girl. I began by asking if there were any vegan in the crowd and even though they had become the new poster child for the plague, I got a courageous skinny hippy, a thirty-two year old girl, to stand up. Nava went to get her, smiling at hot guys as she contorted herself between the seats, aware that the most important part of a presentation was the demented clown that would bring laughs when things got too serious. I then asked if there were any 80 years old that had smoked and drank all their lives, and this time got two hands going up: a woman and a man. Nava did her tricks again, playing with her middle part, telling the man her penis just vanished because he was so old. This presentation was for ordinary folks and not epidemiologists so Nava strongly suggested that I follow the advice of Oscar Wilde: “in matters of grave importance, style, not sincerity, is the vital thing.” I had been surrounded by wonderful people, aunts and uncles, who never gave a second thought about their health, indulging in all the smoking and alcoholism their bodies could endure, following the only true life moto: “fuck it if I die at forty.” As an epidemiologist, I had always been fascinated by those people that laughed at risks and screed the odds. I never got funding to study alcoholic-red-meat-eating-smokers, who just would not die, because public health was about risks, not solutions. I looked at my skinny vegan girl then turned to my two eighty years old and asked that each light up a cigarette. They were about to look in their pockets when Nava quickly showed a black and white scene of Betty Davis and Paul Henreid exchanging cigarettes on the screen behind us, and reenacted it with my two smokers. I got the reaction I was hoping of from my vegan girl: horror and three steps in the opposite direction. “Skip back to two months ago,” I said addressing the crowd. “Everyone would have crucified these two smokers and hailed the healthy vegan girl as a hero for trying to run away from certain death. And yet, no one would have bothered to ask: if smoking and drinking was so dangerous, how the hell can a man and a woman live to be eighty years old, and worst, show no sign of immediate death. Why did they survive? How dare they go past forty years old?” I paused and winked to Nava. “You guys carnivore right?” I said looking at my alcoholic smokers, knowing that the answer would be yes since I had yet to meet an alcoholic smoker who liked tofu. Nava came back on the stage with two steaks, cooked rare. The guy operating the camera zoomed in on the face of my vegan, more horror. I did not offer my two octogenarian forks or knives, just their fingers and teeth. They looked awful, spitting and coughing, ready to die at any minute, but then again, I had been surround by aunts and uncles having heart attack at diners, wait a few seconds, and grab desert once their pulse was back to normal. I kept bombarding my vegan girl with questions, hoping she would have an explanation for the death-defying stunt she was witnessing. The best OMG reaction I got from the crowd was when I explained that my two eighty years old, because of their age, were raised on food saturated with pesticides such as DDT. Some people objected but a quick video silenced them. If you were a child during the forties and the fifties, you loaded up on pesticides. “Look at them,” I said turning to my octogenarian who were taking puffs between bites, the sides of their lips red with blood, stubbornly going on with life. The words “what does natural mean?” flashed on the screen as I thanked my three panelists and asked Nava to escort them back to their seats. I went on to explain how the concepts of risks and nature could never be reconciled. My example might have been crude but it was clear, and efficient. I materialized two humans, a man and a woman, who had the highest odds of early death, their compound risk being so high that all epidemiological models predicted that they would be in the grave by age fifty. “Nature does not give a dam about risk. Nature,” I declared, “operates on another level.” I went on to display letters from medieval time where men and woman wrote about how they got the plague and days later got out of bed. The focus of the great plague had always been on the victims but never on its most amazing data, that one-third of everyone who got the plague survived. “Good ol’ immunity.” By then, the assistance had figured out where I was heading. My next slide was a color picture of HIV. I looked at a man in the audience, a distinguished gentleman in his seventies, and asked him if he would stand up. He refused, as I expected, so my next slide was of him, a picture taken in 1986, at a time when he was the lead epidemiologist for ActUp: my arched nemesis. In normal times, this man had the power to shut me down and lock me up, but at my conference, where the world considered me to be the savior, his words carried no weight. He looked straight at me with such defiance that it made crushing him sweeter. I went on to tell the story of my clash with ActUp as a young epidemiologist during the first blimps of the Aids epidemic. I kept asking annoying questions like “why don’t we all have it?” by we I men gay men. If HIV was transmittable orally they every gay guy would have tested positive and yet, when the test was available, a higher proportion of gay men tested negative, which made no sense if HIV was that easy to get. ActUp quickly thanked me of my services: they wanted to scare the population rather than educate. To this day, I know of hundreds of strict tops that have never used a condom, have filled thousands of gay men with their sperm and still test negative. I then gave a quick bio of my poz life. Got it when I was twenty-one and spent the next three years taking care of grown up friends dying, three of them in my tiny apartment and in my arms, all the while waiting for the disease to get me. About five years later, as death was still nowhere in sight, I discovered the letters I talked about earlier while working on my doctorate about the black plague. This made my epidemiological brain wonders. Fifteen years went by where I had no symptoms and no viral load. Nature and risk had clashed again, ActUp wanted me dead but Nature said: “Hell No.” I did get on the HIV cocktails when virus asserted itself, but not before discovering something marvelous: barebacking. The next slides were my best ones and Nava used her hands to frame the screen as if she was selling a Maserati, making naughty faces at videos and images of hot musclemen from Chicago IML, where gay muscle horny pigs gathered every year to elect Mister International Leather. Since its beginning, IML had been a big excuse for all the poz visionaries to do away with safe sex and revert to natural sex. I first attended IML in 1995 and freaked out when I got back home, having barebacked with at least one hundred guys, being mad at myself, letting the “risk” narrative poison my brain. A year passed and nothing. I went back to IML and found all the same men, a thousand of them, none of them sicker, all thriving. I had discovered my clan, my family. By 2001/2002 thanks to barebacking websites, being poz had become something to celebrate, honor, and share. A secret community of a million men worldwide had perversely discovered Nature’s truth, one that had been the law since life and diseases appeared: get it, get treated and get over it. The fiery eyes of my ActUp nemesis were all I needed to take it to the next level. I began a multi Skype session with friends from all over America and Europe. Men I had the privilege of breeding, self-proclaimed cumdumps that had been doing their best to get inseminated for decades. Each began telling his personal cumdump story, the conversation quickly turning into a competition where each wanted some gold medal having collected the most sperm, going as far as supporting their allegations with videos and selfies. I thanked each of them and stopped the live chats. It was turning into a pissing context and I getting away from the message. I kept photos on the screens of my four cumdump panelists and turned to the crowd, asking the audience to look at each of these men and asked that they described what they saw. Just like my eighty years old smoking alcoholic carnivores, these men were proof that risk and nature did not mix, each should have been dead, but instead were gorgeous, muscular and profoundly happy. Especially now that they were in charge of their designated group of survivors. So how did I get to do a poz video where I seroconvert straight alpha male movie and professional sports stars? Because of what happened next. I had just brought up on the screen a photo of Marry Mallon and was about to make a link between HIV positive men and Typhoid Mary when several screams were heard from people in the audience, suddenly standing up with their cell phones in the air. In one of the most cynical reversal of fortune human history had ever witnessed, the anti-gay nations had just doomed humanity. Remember the nuclear problem and how most nations solved the problem with the help of poz? Turned out that many countries did not. Homophobic states like Russia, China, North Korea, and all the Middle East were now paying the price for their conservative way of thinking. When the first poz appeared in the streets of Moscow, Beijing, Pyongyang, Riyadh, Singapore and so on, the locals, rather than embrace their saviors, saw this as a sign of God to kill the homos, now that they finally came out of hiding. The few men and women working for AIDS organizations in these countries had been frantically texting about these atrocities for weeks but no one paid attention. On the day of my TedX presentation, one of them sent a video of a dark cloud forming over a nuclear plant in Saint-Petersburg. The video went viral and within ten minutes, similar videos were shared from Iran, China and India. My brain began to race as I stood on the stage, Nava standing by my side with dread in her eyes, both of us understanding that time was our greatest enemy. I used the audience and their extended network to come up with a plan. Within half an hour, the following facts had triumphed. Every nuclear plant between Warsaw and Japan were doomed and if Vega did not kill the entire human race, radiations would. Atmospheric models were run and experts agreed that only two spots on the planet would be shielded, well relatively shielded, because of Earth’s atmospheric currents. Australia and the northern part of the province of Quebec. The solution: everyone who was still alive in Europe and the Americas needed to move to Northern Quebec, the rest should head for Australia. In order to achieve this unprecedented exodus, we needed a massive amount of pozs. There was enough evidence to support that survivors who had remained barricaded in their house were not catching the disease from their poz liaison. I still had no idea how Vega was transmitted but inaction meant certain death. There were whole families to move over thousands of miles. The solution resided in pozzing one person per family. “Mass infection.” That was my brilliant solution, an idea too appalling to be accepted at face value. The instant I discovered that poz were immune, I encouraged all the poz to stack up on their meds but stop taking them. HIV is a beautiful virus, one of the slowest to evolve, often taking years to manifest, and even with high viral loads, still allows the carrier to continue with his/her day to day activity. Weeks, even months of no meds would not impact the health of poz, no matter what ActUp and the medical establishment said. So here you have it. The Typhoid Mary/Poz McBeefy talk allowed for all the grownups, and not the dogma obsessed religious and political groups, to analyze, asses and act in record time. We had a month, five weeks at the most, before the nuclear fall outs reached us. The most efficient way to give aids was to have a poz ejaculate in a neg’s anus, having scratched the inside of the rectum to make sure it would enter the blood stream. Direct blood contact was not that efficient, unlike what had been advertised because HIV likes it hot. There was no time to discuss or propose alternatives, and I made sure ActUp and dogmatic doctors were silenced. Poz men needed to seed other men, end of. The first tests were so good that it had virologists reevaluate everything they knew about their domain. A negative man who was seeded in the morning could walk out by evening in the streets with no risk of catching Vega. It worked! We did not need to seroconvert everyone, nor did I want to, children and women were excluded. It was basic primitive biology, men would do the heavy lifting and women would take care of the kids. My pozzing video went more than viral, it became a religious affair. I remember sweating like a pig cuming in the Rock’s ass, grabbing his neck and forcing him to kiss me while I slapped his ass. Of course, most of these personal indulgences were edited out of the video. HIV did not require S/M. Nava was in charge or marketing and she used an old Uncle Sam’s WWII poster with the slogan “if he can, so can you” to introduce the first ever porn/public health campaign. The men I selected had achieved planetary fame so by the fourth day of its launching, fifteen percent of adult male world population was HIV positive. Nava, who had hired cyber thugs to infect the video will all types of lovely watchdogs, confirmed that certain parts of the video were being played over and over, by 100% straight men, who could not get enough close ups of my pulsating poz penis seeding the asses of the Rock, Mark Walberg, football, soccer and basketball stars, politicians and even a TV evangelist. We still lost negs to Vega, but saved enough to command respect from the general population. Nava, the impossible trans girl who refused to wear pants, managed to transport the highest number of people because, for reasons I don’t care to know, this freak of nature had learned to fly a 747, and was instrumental in forcing neg pilots to become positive and join her. By the second week after the video, power grids were coming down which meant that fuel pumps were no longer working and planes, cars and trains (yup, we pozzed all the train conductors we could find) were useless. I am ending this report from somewhere in the middle of the province of Quebec, close to one of their huge hydroelectric dams. The beauty of a viral apocalypse is that the entire manmade infrastructure is intact, an as is man’s science and technology. This part of Quebec may have been desolate but we knew how to build, gather and grow food, and take care of our health. In other words, we were ready to do a lot more than simply survive. By the time the first deadly radioactive rains hit Europe and the Americas, the protected areas of Quebec and Australia harbored respectively three and five millions humans. Vega had killed 99.893% of the human population. The pozzing had stopped since Vega was no longer infecting anyone. We could all get back on our meds. Nava moved in with me in one of the bunkers. We’re not lover, just exhausted. It’s a starry night in March and the aurora borealis are insane, apparently they love radioactive particles. Nava and I are looking at one another, smiling, still trying to understand what had just happened. Maybe it’s the side effect of the birth of a new society, or the grace that falls upon a group of humans that leaped over the apocalypse, but what I feared most never happened; the eradication of all pozs. Quite the opposite in fact. All the Primes, live Nava and I, proudly wear our poz tattoos on our necks or shoulders, never meeting a disapproving gaze when showing up in public areas. I thought that the heterosexual men who were forced to become poz would be sadden by the fact that they would never father children, but there were so many to take care of, one of the strange infection pattern of Vega which tended to favor adults, that real fatherhood, the act of a man providing for the young, took precedent over the archaic progenitor need. One last point. Our weather and nuclear scientists were wrong. This part of Quebec was protected from the nuclear fallout, but only for a time. Within fifty years, the planet would be a waste land. But not to worry, we already got people working on it.

North St. Louis is the place around here where nasty black tops seem to live. I mean, the hardcore, crack dealing brothas and last Saturday night a couple of them set up a gangbang for me. I drove to the address but parked in a strip mall across the street from the address I had and hid my keys, well, I won;t tell you where. I walked over to the building and it was boarded up (I was told to expect this) and I went around back and went in and down into the basement. Four black guys were there and they had put an old, fuck-stained mattress in the middle of the room and told me to strip and get on the mattress. I was naked on my knees in seconds. They started passing the pipe and I started sucking any cock pushed toward my face. I was really getting turned on. One guy said not to worry, a lot more men would come by and load me up. For the next three hours, I had about eleven or twelve hard black cocks slamming my battered asshole while they kept me high as shit. They all came in my ass, some twice, and made me eat the sperm that I pushed out of my worn hole. After getting fucked till I could hardly stand without support, three guys hosed me down in piss before I was left there alone. I think I was called "faggot slut" several hundred times, which I loved. It took me a half hour before I could get dressed and walk back to my car. I was still turned on and can't wait to be bred again.

Two syringes of my Eunuch Essence are now coursing through my third blood slam partner. His last two loads of negative cum are well deposited in my ass. Hopefully my record holds and he is converting as I type this. I am really getting turned on by doing slams. Perhaps it is time to start sharing my fluid more freely

Part 8 (as a reminder of where we left off) Josh looked up at Billy. He wasn’t sure what he was doing letting this dude fuck him (on camera no less). What had gotten into him? Billy’s thrusts got more intense as Josh studied the torso of the man who’s bare dick was inside him. He wasn’t at all like his obsession, Luke. He was skinny, if not sickly, and pale. Tatted up. Perhaps even a little dirty. While Josh’s dick remained soft, still a little precum emerged as it bounced on his stomach while Billy terrorized his ass. Josh moaned as he looked into Billy’s eyes and saw them roll back. “FUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!! Billy screamed. “FUCK!!! I’m cumming! I'm cumming! Fuck your ruined ass feels good!!! Oh shit, oh god, ooooh, oooh yeah.” A flood of semen invaded Josh's tight ass. The skin of Billy's big curved dick was now completely frictionless against Josh's guts because of a soup of diseased sperm. Billy then unceremoniously dropped Josh’s ankles, and his legs fell to the floor beside Billy’s. After a few seconds, Billy pulled his cock out of the pale white ass of Josh, pulling with it a bit of blood pink-tinged cum and ass juice. “That’s a fucking wrap,” Billy said into the camera. **** Part 9 Josh lay on the bed looking up at the hotel ceiling feeling used. The bright, hot lights from the film crew bore down on him, his ass was wet and sore, his heart was pounding, and his stomach was churning. “What the fuck just happened?” he thought to himself as deep inside Josh, a brutal war had been waged. The walls of his ass had been breached, and the enemy was advancing rapidly. Cells were dividing and multiplying, and Josh’s biology was changing allegiances. The enemy forces had gained a physical stronghold on their conquest. The virus’s war propaganda would soon win over Josh’s mind as well. Josh sat up, dazed, and looked down at his flaccid uncut dick between his legs, wet with precum. “I better shower before taking off for the bus station” he told the crowd gathered around a nearby laptop, reviewing the new breeding footage. Luke looked up and grinned as he said, “that was really hot.” Billy and Steve smirked as they assessed the pale and freckled undergraduate walking naked past them into the adjoining hotel room. Josh stepped into the bathtub and cut on the spray of the shower. He felt dirty and wanted to feel clean again. He came here today thinking he’d continue to develop a fluid romance with Luke. Instead a stranger – who he didn’t feel attraction to – bred him. On camera. The shower spray beat down on him, and he lathered his red hair with shampoo. Warm sudsy water poured down over his cock and down into the drain below, but no amount of soap could wash away the deadly virus that continued to foul Josh’s interior. Billy’s toxic cum had done what Luke’s did not: he’d successfully pierced Josh’s being. The hot water surged as if someone flushed a toilet nearby, awakening Josh from his post coital daze and to the fact that his cock was no longer soft. Instinctively his hand wrapped around his dick, and he began stroking himself, his mind immediately flashing to Billy. Whereas previously he’d jerked off fantasizing about Luke deep dicking his ass and seroconverting him, or of Scott’s condom breaking and busting his medicated nut inside him, or a variety of similar stories, at that moment Josh could not focus on anyone but Billy. The man who just fucked him with wild abandon, whose gaunt body boasted tattoos of disease, whose curved dick had navigated deep against his prostate and shot a radioactive load in him. Billy had implanted himself in Josh’s ass and mind. Slowly, Josh’s palm moved up and down his shaft, pulling his foreskin back and forth, exposing his sensitive cock’s head. The hot spray beat down on him and the small bathroom was shrouded in steam. He reached around to his back side and and began finger fucking his hole where he could feel Billy’s load. Josh's balls twitched, needing more. Billy – and Luke previously – had consummated what Scott could not: raw, man-on-man, truly penetrative sex. And Josh knew definitively in this moment, feeling what he knew to be toxic cum coating his fuck chute, that this was how sex was supposed to be for him, in spite of – or maybe because of -- the consequences. Back and forth he stroked his big white dick and pummeled his hole with three fingers. Finally Josh felt his balls tense, and with his legs flexed, he gripped his cock tightly and began feverishly jerking his Irish pride. A moan escaping his lips, Josh began shooting ropes of negative cum against the tile wall of the hotel bathroom, spurt by spurt, releasing his collegiate manhood in the shower. With a white flag of cum draped on the wall of the hotel shower, Josh’s body began its full surrender to the virus.

Yeah, I wish more gay porn was like straight porn: i.e. in straight porn, often the guys don't pull out, they shoot their load internally THEN pull out and then the woman pushes it out of her cunt. Totally hot. BB gay porn should take a page outta that book.

Wow I hope I can find a book store in Queens, NY and get my virgin ass bred!!!

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

Did a scene with MaverickMen years ago...hot fucks. Fingered Brent Corrigan at a club in NY once

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

Thanks for the follow man

Did the sauna/bathouse yesterday,quite busy at lunchtime. got a new bottle of poppers, really lubed my arse good and proper, had a few sucks in the shower whilst showering, love shower sex. later went into the steam room, found my favourite corner angles seat, i positioned myself on my knees on both corners face in the corner alcove and exposed my hole completely, not long before i felt hands on, touching me, feeling my arse, balls cock, i love that pre fuck feeling, the anticipation, the darkness and the steam, the smell of sex and spunk, mans sweat and poppers, then i felt a dick started to slide inside my hole, straight up and hard, balls slapping against mine, cum quick, pulled out, that was all it needed strange fingers probing my hole feeling the spunk and then just entering my arse, i had my poppers to hand, no clue as to what they look like, i counted 7 cocks entering my arse, i felt under at every cock whilst they were in me and not one condom was worn, just pure bsre dicks fucking and shooting their cum in me, great time.

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.

"Hang in there, baby" Jeffrey Lewinsky grew up in Cleveland, Ohio. A second cousin to Monica Lewinsky, a public figure that summer. He shared a paternal Lithuania Jew grandfather with her. His material grandfather was an atheist and a Scotsman who lived, after his wife died, with him, his brother and his parents. He loved his grandfather. The old man used to regale him with ribald stories of the old country, the lads and lasses, the haystacks and kilts flying in the wind. When his grandfather passed away Simon was eight, he was sadder than anyone in the family, and suddenly we wanted to entertain everyone with stories he made up. When people ignored his antics he became sad again. His parents were concerned and took him to a shrink, where he was diagnosed, after weeks of counselling, as a manic-depressive. Later in college reassigned to be bipolar. Meds helped. He studied drama at Carnegie-Melon and received his Bachelor of Arts there. Circus arts he excelled in. He was agile, worked out obsessively, was wicked with a whip. Advised by a New York agent that said he would take him on if only he would think about changing his name. Jeffrey Lewinsky would limit him to Jewish roles. He thought that was stupid, so sitting in a Duncan Doughnuts reading an article in the Times about John McCain, he decided to take on the new name. He adopted his grandfather's brogue, just a lilt of it, and practiced the new identity with ribald stories of the old county. Looking at Joey who was starting to come to, he realized this new name and identity was two years ago this month, the same time he'd been off his meds. Joey coughed, focused on him, blinked. He rubbed his neck with his free hand, rattled his other cuffed hand, rasped, "What the fuck?" Duncan shrugged his shoulders innocently. "I bet it was the best orgasm you ever had." "Uh-so what if it was? What the fuck, Duncan?" He rattle his handcuff again. "Key. Not funny. I'm getting dressed and out of here." Never one to apologize, Duncan insisted this is simply who he is. He was hard wired this way, and it's how he shows someone he liked them. "Hey! Jeffrey Dahmer, ever hear of flowers and a card? Jesus, asshole, you could have really killed me. And fucking unlock this. And what happened to your accent?" "That's for fun, just like breath play—pretty common really: erotic asphyxiation, asphyxiaphilia—just like a lot of other things I like. And I like you. A lot. And that could be a problem. Well, we could call all this off right now, no harm, only a little foul. Wave goodbye to a ton of money and a beautiful life together." "And you came in me. I remember. The rubber broke." Joey was beginning to get anxious. No, that was too simple. He didn't want to show it but aside from being nervous, cuffed to a metal headboard, he was crushed. Duncan had betrayed him. "Fuck, man, did you also put something in my drink?" "Well, technically, Mr. X put something in your drink, but yeah, I came in you. Twice. While you were out the second time. It's another one of my things. "You fucking fuck!" He put his hands to his head, trying to take this all in. He was naked in a ratty room with paint chips peeling off the ceiling, barebacked by a guy he really liked, choked to the point of passing out, and now the fuck was treating it like a joke? "I couldn't help myself—you were irresistibly fuckable, or fucking irresistible." Duncan laid his hand on his captive's belly. Joey slapped it away with a get-the-fuck-out look, but his body betrayed him. As they were talking Duncan saw before Joey did that Joey had an erection. Sitting on the bed, Duncan gave a small bowed. "And the court rests, Your Honor." "I'm done. This isn't a joke. My clothes. Key." Mr. X knocked, and barged through the door carrying a red leather case. "The anarchist is awake. Good. How is he?" "I'm afraid he's not too happy." "Maybe I have something to make him happy again." He unzipped the case displaying two capped riggs, ready and loaded. Joey sprung to his feet but found himself on a short leased. He yelled for help but was covered over by the deep bass beats and the noise from the Friday night crowd downstairs. Mr. X took the precaution of closing the window, while Duncan struggled with the teen to pin him down on the bed. Joey became a wild animal trapped by his arm. He swung and connected some blows to Duncan, but the man withstood them like he was taking the swats of a small, naughty kitten. With his body weight he felled the boy easily and held him to the bed. "Your going to lose this match, lad, and I don't want to hurt you—not until you want me to. And I do want to." He crushed the boy until all appendages, one by one, couldn't move. Mr. X was busy at the foot of the bed with rope securing first one leg, then the other. Joey's uncuffed arm was tightly secured to the bottom of the bed, crook of the arm up. Mr. X put a tourniquet around Joey's bicep, found a large protruding vein, wiped it with a swab, sat on his hand, and stuck him with the needle. It registered, and he plunged this liquid swiftly into the struggle boy. Duncan eased up on him but still knelt over his torso. Mr. X release the boy's bicep and arm, and Duncan raised the arm in the air. Joey coughed and then lobbed his head side to side. "Oh shit," was all he said. Duncan offered up his own arm to Mr. X. No trouble find a vein there. He picked a juicy one, registered and slammed Duncan. "Come down when your ready. Your things are in my room. Don't dress the boy," Mr. X said gathering his things. Duncan was finding it difficult to talk. He got out one question. "Cat?" "It's hanging on the door. Try not to be too long." As he exited, he said, "We've got good house." Duncan felt Joey's erection rubbing his hole. He slathered lube on the boy's pole and applied some lube on his hole. "Here's a first, boy-o," and punctured his hole with Joey's rod. Joey let out an enraptured sigh. Almost simultaneously, so did Duncan. He rode the boy for a good, long time, while he and Joey exchanged cries of contentment feeling the height of the rush going through them. It looked like this wasn't the kid's first time with meth. He rocked and slid the boy's long member in and out and side to side. Anything he did, both he and Joey extracted delight. He tweaked the boy's small tits, and with eyes closed Joey did the same to Duncan. The boy reached down and jerked Duncan's cock. Duncan poured lube on it and Joey took up a rhythm similar to him fucking Duncan. "I'm going to cum," Joey gasped. "Wait," said Duncan slowing down the motion. He didn't stop, it felt too good, but he wanted the boy heightened not spent. "I could love you," Duncan admitted, hypnotized by the boy's young spear deep inside him. "I want to love you and have you love me." He took Joey's cock to it's head and slowly descended down on it, making it last as long as he could. Joey groaned yes. "Then let me hurt you. I'll hurt you so good, that's all you'll ever want anymore." Joey groaned yes again. "Like this torture, we'll never be closer. You'll be loved and I'll be loved. We'll be loved. You'll see." He let Joey slip out of him. Joey sighed like he was about to cry. He bent over the lad and lay his body on top of his and kissed his face; kissed his eye; kissed a cheek; kissed an earlobe. He whispered he wanted him to understand the allure of pain like he did, the sweet surrender to it. He would be there and never let him go. Duncan uncuffed him, rolled Joey over face down on the bed, his head in the pillow. He took his member and pushed it into the boy's waiting butt. "Remember I love you. Say it to yourself like you would say it to me." Duncan saw Joey mouthing the words." He rolled off Josey, got up and took the cat off the doorknob. He brushed it gently over Joey's back. He pick up the instrument and let the ends fall over the young man's slender torso. He picked it up once more, and this time flung it with a small amount of force. Joey hissed and Duncan brought the cat back to run up and down his spine again. Duncan slowly got the boy used the sensation, sometimes roughly, other times gently. Joey's hisses and murmur became interchangeable. With the increasing harder lashes, Joey started thanking Duncan into his pillow. This Duncan permitted to lash him more often. A Thank You Sir also increased the number of harsher lashes with less and less gentler ones. Soon all Duncan gave Joey were severe, though not yet violent, strikes. The boy bravely faced Duncan whip until Duncan felt Joey was ready. He didn't want him rehearsed, merely slightly prepared. He praised Joey, kissed his face, told him how beautiful he was. Only he knew how rare and precious Joey was. Joey was his, if only he'd agree. Duncan rose him off the bed. He hugged Joey tenderly, stroking his hair, kissed him deeply, lightly stroking his back. The latter was painful for Joey but he endured, kissing Duncan at those times the most deeply. They staggered to Mr. X's room where Duncan found a pair of chaps and a studded codpiece. He found two executioner's masks and put one on. The other was for Joey once in the dungeon. They made their way down to the bar. Through the bar the naked boy elicited hoops and cheers. Not just a few hands ran over his naked figure. As in a dream Joey smiled all around at the adoring crowd groped and fondled him as Duncan led him through the mass of bodies. He warmed to the men's adulation, their clutching hands, their praise. Next to the bathroom was a guarded door. A man the size of Duncan let them through to the staircase that led below. Duncan guided Joey's shoulders down to the dungeon. The stairs had a landing that splintered off in several directions. By going straight and down a few more steps, they ended in a spacious room with a single spotlight in the middle and a hook. Off to the sides was a rack of buttplugs like a rack of weights increasing in size. Across the room was another similar rack of dildoes also of increasing size. A fuckbench and a sling were also waiting in the shadows. There were men in the dark corners that Joey was aware of but didn't pay heed. Duncan had him. It was all he cared about. He kissed Duncan's shoulder. Duncan stopped in the light and flexed his bicep, then lifted his pit for Joey. Joey worshiped it, taking his time exploring the curls and swirls of Duncan hair, his tendons and sucking on his sweat. Mr. X came out of the shadow, camera in hand. Again, Joey paid no attention, his entire focus was on Duncan. Duncan pushed the boy's head down. Joey mouthed over his bare chest, nursed his nipples, then was pushed lower to Duncan's studded crotch. Joey brushed his cheek against it and lowered himself to the floor. There, he licked his Master's foot. Holding the boy's head, the Master raised this foot. The boy held it and worshiped it as if it were a sacred object. He sucked the toes, licked the dirty bottoms of the heal and arch. Lowered one foot and repeated the worship of the other. Duncan unsnapped his codpiece and his soft meat flopped out. Joey inhaled it, swallowed it to the hilt and gradually grew it with the slime of his mouth until it was fully grown. He licked his Master's balls, cupping them and bathing them with his tongue. He lowered and tilted his head so he disappeared between his Master's legs to attend to his holy ass. Mr. X swung the camera behind and illuminated the puckered hole the boy was attending with his mouth, the entrance of the deity by his tongue. Finally his Master raised him up. It was time. Joey was covered with a mask. It covered his scalp, eyes and cheeks, leaving only the nose and mouth exposed. Mr. X held up a rubber bit to place in the boy's mouth. The Master put it in his mouth and latched the back. The Master took his time with elaborate knots, first binding the boy's arms in front of him, then looping additional ropes to hoist him to the ceiling. The boy's feel dangled several inches about the floor. Now the boy's height matched his Master's. He spoke directly, quietly in his boy's ear. He stroked his body until the boy had a firm erection. Like a magician's assistant, Mr. X brought instruments out of the shadows. First a riding crop and a cap of amyl. Duncan broke the cap under the boy's noise and then inhaled it himself. He took the crop and rapidly slapped the boy's buttocks and back. He spun him around and repeated the same intense slapping to his chest and groin. When he stopped the boy shouted, clearly, even through the bit, "Sir, thank you, Sir!" Duncan once again, harder this time, slapped Joey, intent on making him cringe from the crop. Joey didn't break, took every blow. When Duncan stopped, Joey once again shouted, "Sir, thank you, Sir!" Duncan raised Joey's hard member exposing his hanging balls. Duncan took the crop and whipped the balls with a hard slap. This made Joey buckle under. "Sir, thank you, Sir!" still came out of his mouth. Duncan then held a firm grip of Joey's slender dick, making the head hard, and started giving the head small repetitive slaps back and forth, increasing in intensity, until once again Joey broke in half to escape the pain. Yet again he shouted, once composed, "Sir, thank you, Sir!" Mr. X brought out a large whip with multiple strands ending in small knots. Much larger than the cat upstairs, there was nothing gentle it could produce. Duncan brought it up to the boy's chest and let him feel it against his skin. Duncan brought his mouth to the boy and kissed him tenderly. Tilted back Joey's face, mouth agape, and spat in it. "Sir, thank you, Sir!" was Joey's reply. The boy had lost his hardon but a few flicks of the whip's tails brought it back alive. Mr. X bought over two caps of amyl. Duncan snapped one under Joey's nose letting him breath deep for a long time, then broke his and breathed in the chemical. He stepped back and brought the whip down hard against the ground. He then raised it and let one lashing after another lose on Joey. First from the right, then from the left, repeating back and forth without a break. Finally, Joey cried out in agony. Still Duncan didn't stop as the boy yelled but did not ask for mercy. He spun the boy again to expose his chest and genitals. He did not hit him with as great of an intensity but kept the lashings going far longer after the boy initially broke. The lad was in tears when Duncan stopped. "Sir," the boy cried, trying to catch his breath, "Thank you, Sir!" he spat out, a long trail of saliva running to the ground. Both he and Joey were glazed in sweat. The camera examined Duncan unblinking while the whipped meat spun in the background. Then the camera focused on the body. Red gashes, red welts, spun around in a dreadful carousel. Duncan stopped the spinning and held the boy who's head dropped onto Duncan's chest. He felt Joey's hushed sobs. He comforted him, giving him words of compassion, telling him it was almost over, they'd soon be done. That he loved him for this. That he proved he belonged to Duncan's. The crying stopped and Mr. X brought the Master a long Australian single tale whip, a gift from one of the richest men in the world, and three amyl caps. Duncan broke the first cap under Joey's nose letting him have as much time as he needed. He then broke the other one under his nose, absorbing it for a while then rejecting it to the floor. He broke the last cap under Joey's nose whispering in his ear. He again threw the cap on the floor and took steps far back from his object. He cracked the whip several times overhead. In the corners, the men murmured in dread and excitement. The Master saw the object tremble which aroused a full erection. A vein pulsed on Duncan's temple. He cracked the whip again and sliced it through the silent air striking his target. Joey let out a piercing howl of agony. His body swaying the from the impact from the lash. A thin stripe of blood flowed off his back. "No! Please, Sir, no!" he cried. Sweat ran into Duncan eyes. He wiped it out, cracked the whip twice more in the air and tore the whip back in the other direction, ripping another stripe of flesh off the boy. It left a bloody X on the boy's back. Joey screamed in anguish, beg him to stop. "More?" shouted Duncan to the dark figures in the corners. "More! More!" they shouted back. Duncan doled out one, two, three, four lashes in a row. Five, six, a seventh. Joey shrieked in torment. "More!" demanded the invisible wraiths. Duncan heaved his chest, threw his arms open, and flailed the whip twice more with a thunderous crack that silenced the house. The spinning object swung silent from side to side. Duncan walked up to it, saw the stripes of blood running down the back he destroyed, felt it trembling without a word. He untied the rope from the ceiling, lower its feet to the ground but did not release it. He kicked its legs apart and began fucking it as it trembled in his arm. Its weeping made him harder. He made obscene motions of domination, bent it over, smacked its ass several times with the grip of the whip, spanked it as if it was a horse he was riding. He called for the bench. He fucked dispassionately as he undid his final knots. The fuckbench was brought to him. He bent the boy, positioned his arm and legs in place, then locked him there. He reinserted himself, and madly pounded to fuckhole, tearing off Joey's mask and grabbing a fistful of hair to propel himself into the boy's exposed ass, grimacing with every thrust. The boy was silent, in shock, head bent when released, broken. Mr. X was examining the wreckage, Joey's bloody back, the bruises on his arms and legs, his face immobile, streaked with tears. His eyes vacant. Duncan possessed erupted in orgasm, letting some of his cum fly over Joey's back, the rest depositing inside. A final indignantly. He pissed over the boy, rounded over to his face, opened his slack mouth, let a stream fill up there, pissed in a nostril, causing an unconscious quivering and peeing on the floor. Duncan then went back to the broken boy's ass and filled him with his waste till he was done. Mr. .X offered him a large buttplug and Duncan sealed his boy. The men in the darkness applauded wildly. The darkened room rose dimly as the carnival barker, Mr. X shouted, "Step right up, pony rides, ten bucks apiece. Feel the most tenderized piece of prime New York beef this side of Coney Island." The men felt up the wreckage and then waited their turn. Mr. X brought in three hundred cash off Joey's spent carcass over the course of the night. He also had the raw footage for a decent video that he would put into circulation once the performers were paid off. Joey didn't remember anything past the fourth single-tail whip. The pain, however, never left him; it was there, in the darkness with him, sealed in his unconscious, each inflicted gash was relived repeatedly once he passed out, etched itself into him like a tattoo on his brain, permanently branding for what he now was. The scars of the anonymous men who fucked him, he would never recall them either, though one left their imprint on him, too. With the haunting memory of that darkness engulfing him, he awoke in Duncan's apartment. Bright, sunny, the fragrant wisp of the sea fluttered the bedroom curtains. An unseen bee buzzed around a vase of purple lilacs on the nightstand next to him; a card with a kitten hanging from the end of a rope, "Hang in there, baby" it read, propped open in front of him—his flowers and a card. Tears welled in his eyes. Weighed under the vase, a large stack of hundreds ruffled in the breeze. Duncan lay behind him gently rubbing salve into his wounds. His touch was torture and yet soothing. Duncan kissed his ear. ***

"Get up here boy and sit in Daddy's lap. It's time for all 3 of us to get real piggy." The cocksucker, hearing daddy's command took one last loud slurp on the meaty tool he had been feeding on then rose up and eagerly straddled daddy's thighs wiggling his hairy ass against the spit soaked cock rubbing up against him. "You two pigs looked damn hot when you were making out earlier. Got your leather daddy horned up nice and hard. Now I want to see you two fuckers shotgun some tina then really make out." The pig boi and I looked at each other eagerly, and I could see the barely restrained hunger in his dark soulless dilated eyes. He was a damn good kisser and I was going to enjoy this just for that part of it alone. But even more, I would enjoy it knowing that the shotguns would get him even more spun and closer to crossing that line he wasn't even aware Daddy had already drawn for him. Daddy placed the well-loaded pipe stem up to the full wet lips of this young horny sub pig and lit the flame under the bowl. "Take a HUGE hit pig. I want this shotgun to last so you two fucking bois can swap spit a long time and make Daddy's dick hard and needing to cum." The boi moaned hungrily and began to inhale deep and steady. I was impressed! His hit was even longer than most of Daddy's. As I watched him inhale, I saw the change reflected in his darkening eyes, the powerful potent Tina taking control of him....just as Daddy had planned. The next step would begin soon...as a matter of fact right after we shotgunned. My eyes flickered briefly to the TV screen playing - of course - gay bareback porn. The scene showing now was 2 hot daddies with a young jock in a sling, one feeding him the pipe while the other was blowing clouds up his hole. We didn't have a sling, but.... The sub boi finally ended his hit and with a whispered seductive command from our Daddy he leaned forward to meet my parted lips, and exhaled the biggest damn shotgun I had ever had! Holy Shit!! I started feeling my whole body tingle within seconds! If I wasn't careful I'd be as out of it as our star attraction. I sucked the smoke in slowly tasting his lips and tongue, then returned it to him as we moaned into each other. My fingers moved to his nips and began pulling on them, intensifying the shotgun and tongue action as we traded the smoke back and forth 6 or 7 times. The smoke was gone but with daddy egging us on we leaned into each other and started making out noisily. What a fucking tongue and mouth this boi had on him! I couldn't wait to have him using it on my poz cock! As we continued making out, now rubbing each others skin, I felt Daddy's hand slide down my naked sweaty back then felt the familiar pleasure of his thick finger sliding into my wet hole. I grunted with lust and need, and at the same time realized he must have done the same thing to the pig as he grunted loud and hard and pulled back from my lips. "That hurts, Sir", he said, looking at Daddy. "That's what Daddy wants, right now pig. And you want to please your Daddy, don't you?" "Yes, Daddy, but...." "No buts, pig! It's only hurting because your hole is so tight and dry. My other boy is obviously enjoying it, but his hole is nice and wet and recently stretched." Daddy looked at me and I took the cue. "Daddy, maybe I can help get the pig's hole wet so he'll enjoy it when you slide your finger in him again. I've been wanting to taste that hairy hole of his ever since he got naked! May I, Sir, please?" Daddy had told me to be sure to play up the submissive attitude at the beginning. Daddy looked at the sub pig who was already nodding his head, silently asking daddy to approve. "You liked his tongue in your mouth, didn't you boi? I bet you'd fucking love to feel him using it on your ass wouldn't you?" "Oh yes, daddy, I would! Please! I want him to eat my ass and make me wet...so I can please you!" Daddy leaned back in his chair, pushed us both off his lap and spread his legs, his thick, 8.5 inch cut beautiful toxic cock throbbing in the air. "On your knees, pig! You and me will smoke the pipe and you'll suck Daddy's cock, while your pig brother gets behind you and fucks your hole with his tongue. Would you like that?" Daddy hadn't even finished the question before the pig was on his knees, licking at the oozings coming out of the piss slit of the cock in front of him and arching his back and pushing his ass out for me. "Yes, Daddy! I would...I would like it very much!" Daddy put the pipe to the boi's lips again and commanded him to suck the glass cock, then suck his Daddy's cock. He looked over the boi's back at me with an almost demonic leer of dark pleasure on his face and nodding his head toward the full baggie of T shards on the table next to me said to me, "And, you. boy! Do what you're back there to do! And make sure your pig brother feels it!" I smiled as I lowered my face to this young unsuspecting chemmed up jock's ass, knowing my tongue wasn't going to be the only thing sliding up his hole in the next few minutes. To Be Continued.....

The beautiful thing is we need each other top or bottom. Let's hope there is always enough of both to go around.

Man ur hot story reminds me of my college freshman. Year dorm. My next door neighbors were two blk boys. I have never really had exposure to black boys back then and I was very shy so for months I didn't really hang out with them til the middle of first semester. Barry was about my ht but had huge muscular body and Arnold was more lean muscled but almost 6' 6" . One weekend after midterm, many kids went out or went back home for the weekend so the dorm was very quiet and empty. Barry went back home for the weekend but Arnold had to make up one of the exams so he stayed but I thought both of them were gone. My roommate was gone for the weekend as well so I decided to watch gay pon with audio while I masturbated. All of sudden my door opened and Arnold walked in naked with a towel around his waist still wet from the shower and asked me what I was watching.. He closed the door behind him and drooped his towel and walked over to me. "I knee you were gay. Do you like. To sick and get fucked?" I didn't reply his question but my lips parted and started kissing my first black cock. Arnold fucked my face and came all over my face before he went back to his room to study. Since that first time with Arnold, I was invited to his room a lost every night to hang out. I blew both Barry and Arnold sometimes but most of the times we hist hung out like normal friends. Before Christmas vacation, Barry asked me to smoke pot and have an egg nog with them before we went back home for the holiday. Pot made me feel so mellow and relaxed as both Barry and Arnokd got me naked and laying down on my side with Barry's arm around me and are lofted my leg and pushed his cock into me. Arnold came over and silenced my scream with his cock and helped Barry hold me back to meet Barry's thrusts. When Barry pulled out and sprayed his cum all over my thighs, I was moved to Arnikd's bed and Barry let me clean him until Arnokd came on my back as well. When Barry left to take a shower, Arnold pushed back into me and pounded me like a wild animal and came again inside me.

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I got a text the other day from a couple I used to fool around with a few years ago. They are a black couple, one in his late 60’s and the other just turned 40 who had moved out of town but were now back visiting family. The older guy has what can only be described as a HUGE cock. He has a penile implant and when he activates it his cock gets rock hard and stays that way even after he shoots. They were staying at a local hotel and wanted to know if I would be interested in getting together. Of course! We made plans and a few hours later I was knocking on their door. The younger of the couple opened the door and as he closed it he pushed me up against it and started kissing and rubbing against me. No hello, just right to it. I completely approve. He told me his partner was not back yet but would be there anytime. I asked if we should wait for him and he said no and dropped to his knees and unbuckled my pants and pulled them down freeing my cock which he started licking and sucking. I love a guy who really enjoys sucking and this guy absolutely knew what he was doing. I pulled my shirt off and kicked out of my pants and got on the bed all the while he never let go of my cock. We got into a 69 position and were really getting into it when he partner came back. He quickly got undressed and sat on the side of the bed telling us what he wanted us to do for him. He got between us and told us he wanted us both to suck him. His cock is huge and both of us got to work on it. Soon he told me he wanted to watch me fuck his boy. He had him get on his back and place his legs around my waist and then he lined my cock up to his boys hole and guided me into him. I leaned forward kissing as I was fucking my cock into him and then felt the older guy licking my ass. He pulled my cheeks apart and really worked his tongue in me then would lick my cock as it fucked in and out of his boy. He stood up rubbing his cock against my hole and without another word slid the fat head into me. It was that good stretch. Hurts some but you just know it is going to be worth it. He teased my hole with the head of his cock for a bit then slid further and further in until I had all of his cock in me. I was balls deep in one guy and had his partner buried all the way in me at the same time and it felt amazing. It took a bit to get the rhythm worked out but soon he was fucking my cock deeper into his partner every time he pushed into me. We switched places a few times. The older guy only topped but the younger guy and I are vers, so we took turns fucking each other and each of us took the older guy's big cock. Eventually the younger guy shot his load as I fucked mine into his ass. Then his partner got behind me and rammed his cock into me. Not gentle at all and fucked hard and fast until he blasted his load in me. Because of the penile implant he stayed hard and slowly fucked me as I kissed his partner. I felt that cock and those fucks for a few days afterwards and loved it.

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I winked my hole and enjoyed the squishing of his cum when I heard him talking to someone outside. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I recognized his voice. Then the door opened and someone else stepped in. He didn’t say anything, but I heard his boots step up to my door, and then silence. He must have been reading the note. Then I heard his zipper open, and he said, “I already seen you kid, now I just want your hole.” I imagined he was one of the white guys—a Daddy, from the sound of his voice. I heard him spit on his cock, and as he shoved it in, I was kind of glad that he didn’t want to use a rubber. “Enjoy it, Daddy,” I said, and I think I felt his cock twitch a little when I called him “Daddy.” He grabbed my ankles and started to fuck. “Yeah…good that you know what you’re for, boy. Nice tight, slick boy-hole. That last guy lubed you up good for me.” It was clear he was a talker. Fine with me. “Yes he did. He left a big load in me for everyone else to use.” His cock twitched again. “You spread for Nigga cock a lot, boy?” As he asked me that, I heard the garage door open, and more footsteps. “This must be the place,” said a second voice. “Nice setup he’s got here.” My top was too focused to do more than glance at the new guy, if he even did that. “I’ll spread for anyone who needs a hole to cum in,” I replied, loud enough for the new guy to hear too. That time I was sure I felt his cock twitch. And my own cock was leaking a puddle of pre-cum on my belly. I scooped some up and started to jack myself. I started to flex my hole every few thrusts and heard him grunt each time I did. “Damn, boy! Got a four-day load I need to blow. You keep that up and you’re gonna get it soon…” His breathing was getting ragged and I could feel that he was sweating when his balls slapped against my ass. “That’s what I’m for, Daddy,” I replied. “I want to make sure you enjoy using me.” That pushed him over the edge. He slammed in to me balls-deep, and gripped my ankles so tightly that he was stopping the circulation. I actually felt his balls pull up when he blew because the hairs scraped against my ass. I could tell he was trembling from the force of the first few blasts, and from the sound of it he was grunting through tightly gritted teeth. And when his cock stopped pulsing, he huffed once and pulled out, and I heard him reach over for some tissues to wipe off his cock. Then he zipped up, and I heard him rustling the condom packets that I had separated and left on a silver (plastic and foil) tray. “I’m taking all your rubbers and throwing ‘em out, boy,” he said. “Nobody should have to use ‘em with you, and you know you don’t want ‘em to anyway.” “He’s all yours,” he said to the new guy, then slapped him on the shoulder and left. The next guy had stepped up to my hole before the garage door had even closed. His cock felt only semi-hard, and might not have slipped in as easily as it did if I hadn’t been so slick with cum. “Glad the line was short,” he said. “I gotta take a wicked piss.” By the time it registered with me what he’d said, I was already feeling his hot urine stream filling me. I was a bit in shock, and didn’t say anything. Neither did he, except to sigh loudly and moan, “Y-e-e-e-a-a-h-h…” Then I knew that he must be the guy I’d argued with online. Not really argue, but we had a lengthy discussion about what I was into and what was allowed and not allowed. Piss was never mentioned on either list. When he was finished, he just pulled out and left without another word, leaving me to decide how I felt about piss-play. My cock seemed to like it, at least, because it had started to swell the moment I felt his piss in me, and was harder than it had been all night. He’d heard my conversation with the last guy about “using me” and knowing “what I’m for”. So he used me. Maybe he didn’t use me for sex, or to cum in, but he used me. He needed to piss, and I was just a hole, so he used me.

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CHAPTER 6: The house seems a little spooky as we drive up, Mike parks, “Let’s go sexy”. I look around the street, it seems dark and a little creepy, and the house isn’t well lit up, “You sure this is it?”, “Yeah babe … I’m sure”. There are cars parked in the driveway and on the street, and as we walk around back, I can’t get over an odd chill. Mike knocks 3 times on the back patio door and we just walk in. We walk through what is obviously someone’s living room, down a hallway into a bedroom. “It’s in here?”, “No”, he says, and then he starts undressing. I looked at him, Mike really is smoking hot, then without prompting I remove my clothes, too. “Follow me”, he grabs my hand and completely naked we head out of the bedroom and down a flight of stairs. I can hear music playing. The stairs lead down to a finished basement, club music is playing, and it’s very dark except for a few strategically setup red lights here and there. I have no problem making out the sounds and the smells of guy on guy sex along with the requisite shadows, dimly lit faces and shapes. Mike grabs my cock and proceeds to lead me around, letting me take it all in as I grow firm in his grip. “C’mon”, and he moves in one direction, then another, each time we get close to some action and I think I’m going to get to watch someone being fucked we start moving again. Suddenly we’re standing beside Chris, he smiles and kisses me, “Hey sexy boy … having a good time yet?” I look down at the twink sucking on his cock, then back up at him, I feel a little drunk… I nod at him, and we kiss again. He moves closer to my ear, speaks softly, “You ready for some poz cock?” I look at him, a wild grin on his face, I smile and nod. Hearing that Chris pulls his cock from the twink’s mouth. The twink stands him up, Chris whispers something to him, and he leaves. I hadn’t really noticed the couch when we approached Chris, but he moves around to the “sitting” side of it, gently grabbing my hands and pulling me forward, “C’mon … bend over for me sexy boy”, he says as he pulls me toward him. My head feels like its swirling, the room has an odd glow, I look at Chris smiling and I feel a firm, wet cock being pushed into my ass … its Mike’s, I groan as that familiar fuck stick of his slides its way home. I look at Chris, he looks so sexy and devious, my cock is reeling as Mike pushes me into the back of the sofa. I feel like I’m leaking precum all over the leather. I can smell Chris’ armpits and the room is warm … the sound of guys fucking is overwhelming. I look to my right and there are 2 other guys, like me, pressed against the back of the couch getting their ass used. The guy closest to me seems completely lost. I know he’s being rode hard, but I can’t really make out the guy fucking him. In that moment as I feel Mike’s cock going in and out of my ass, he bends forward kissing the back of my neck, and Chris leans in towards me, kissing me … “You like that? You like that poz cock inside you?”, he says. I groan. Then I think, “Mike is poz now? When did that happen?” “Fuck yeah I do … Fuck me … Please fuck me Mike, give me your poz cum”, we’re both groaning and Chris is egging us both on … as I feel the hard cock and balls banging against and into my ass over and over. Mike has fucked and bred me so many times before, but for some reason right now I want this poz cock so bad, “POZ ME! POZ ME Mike!”, I shout. I can hear him groaning, “Yeah … give me that poz cock! Fuck me full of poz cum”, I can hardly believe what I’m saying. I hear him groaning harder, I know he’s close, I feel compelled to beg him for it again and again. I just keep saying the words. I jerk awake. I’m disoriented and feeling a bit of cotton mouth, but it’s quickly obvious my cock is wide awake and Mike is full bore using my ass. “Oh fuck … oh fuck”, I know that sound, I know he’s close. I decide to encourage him, “Yeah babe, that’s it… fuck me… fuck me… fucking breed me”, his breathing is heavy and labored. “Ahhhh… Yeahhh…. I’m gonna… oh fuck,… oh fuck”, he’s full on pumping my ass, and I know I’m about to receive another load of his sperm. The dream is sticking in my head, but I don’t use the word “POZ”. “Oh fuck … you want it”, he’s huffing, “Yeah”, “Ahhhhhhhhhh… ahhhhhhhhhhhhh FUCKKKKKKKK…. “, I feel him press all the way in, “CUMMMMMMING!!”, and he unloads what seems like a gallon of his cum into me. We lie there for a bit, I don’t cum, but I’m slow stroking a few times feeling his body, sweaty and heaving, cuddled close, then I remember how Mike came over last night. We ended up getting drunk and playful, but we passed out in my bed before we even fucked. I guess he woke up and decided to just go for it. Here we both are, naked, cuddled, my cock still hard as stone and his thick member deeply seated inside my cummy hole – other than the slight hangover, this is a perfect way to wake up. “Fuck that was hot”, he says as I feel him kissing the back of my neck, “Yeah”. “What were you dreaming … you talk in your sleep”, he says with a laugh. “I do not. Do I? What did I say?”, I laugh, a slightly nervous laugh recalling bits of my dream. “Well let’s just say you were really begging me for it. I think you’ve hanging out with Chris too much.”, “OH really?”, we both laugh. He hesitates a little, then says flatly, “You were begging me for poz cum”. The room goes quiet for a second, “Oh”, my only response. I lie … telling him I can’t really remember any of it. “Did you cum?”, “No, but its ok for now”. The thought of tonight’s sex party hits me … will it be anything like my dream? Will anyone besides Chris and Mike fuck me? All these crazy thoughts are criss-crossing my mind. I really had no idea what to expect, but my mind is now going in 100 directions thinking about it. Mike’s cock slowly deflates. As soon as his cock slides out of me I realize I want it back in there -- we separate and climb out of bed. I can hear him brushing his teeth as I make my way to the computer. Apparently I left BBRT open in a tab and logged in. I’ve got a few emails, but decide to only look at the one that reads, “Party detail”. Basic stuff … address, parking instructions but the intent seems clear … “Lube provided. Barebacking only. Bottoms should know most tops are poz. Guys that wanna be fucked use front door, guys that want to fuck use rear entrance near pool. Front and back door unlocked for ONLY 30 minutes starting at 8pm.” At that moment I realize my cock is hard and my pits are damp. I guess the direct approach works. I clicked over to the party listing to see it again, and sure enough, lots more guys have been accepted to attend since I saw it the first time. I click through several of the profiles wondering how many tops are actually HIV+, and how many of the bottoms are “Negative”, but are going to be just fine letting these poz men fucking them (like Mike). It doesn’t seem like a lot of bottom and versa guys have been approved. Even so there’s a decent mix of ages and body types. I count … there are 3 versatile guys and 8 bottoms on the list, including me and Mike. One of the bottoms is this hot guy in his 50’s, then there’s a 28yo and one twinkish looking guy who is really cute. All 3 of their profiles say they are “Negative. The twink’s got that short brown hair I love and his profile say he’s 18. He’s selected “Positive Okay” under the “Your status” option. There are lots of top and versatile top guys. I do a quick scan through several of them … almost all of them say “Undetectable” or “Positive”, with a few reading “Ask Me”. One profile reads “Negative” and another one reads “Neg + Prep”, but it seems like it’ll be impossible to avoid poz cum tonight. One of the tops I’m really attracted to is 30 years old. He’s got short dark brown hair, and a slim build. His HIV status says “Positive” and he’s chosen “No Preference” under “Your status”. I start thinking, “Mike and I really could end up testing positive after tonight is over”. My cock’s so hard, I feel weird but it occurs to me, I want this guy’s cock and cum inside me. “He’s hot!”, Mike says as he leans against me from behind, “Yeah he is”. “You should feel that big, uncut cock of his,… pierced, 4mm, feels amazing when he’s fucking you”, I turn around to look at him a little surprised, he has this shit-eating grin and just nods his head. I think I’m jealous. I turn back around, my head is swimming. I can feel Mike rubbing that beautiful penis against my skin, “Better be careful Kev … Might end up with something you can’t get rid of …”, he says in that not-so-serious sounding tone of his as his voice trails off. “I want that cock . . . in me”, I say it without even thinking. “This cock?”, he says pressing it firmly against me, “Or that cock?” “HA! That one”, I say flatly and with a slightly sarcastic tone. I can feel Mike continuing to rub against me as I look at the profile, I’m not lying, I really do want this guy to fuck me. Knowing the guy bred Mike makes me want him that much more. I feel Mike rubbing his precum on me, I unlock my pics. Here lately Mike and Chris are fucking me more separately than together, and Chris seemingly moreso than Mike, is becoming my regular fuck buddy… the thought occurs to me, “I wonder how often he’s breeding Mike now?” I love Chris’ cock, I try put the fact that he’s HIV-positive out of my head, and just let him use my hole. Mike seems like he’s totally stopped worrying about the whole thing or even thinking about … he used to talk so much about it when a HIV+ top fucked him, but now, he rarely mentions. I started assuming they were all poz. I think Mike is either completely indifferent about it now, or seeking it out, or I don’t know. The other day I noticed he changed the status on his BBRT profile back to “Negative”, and the “Your status” option now reads “Positive Only”. He also changed his profile text to state, “POZ guys welcome”. I turn and give Mike’s cock a kiss and suggest we hop in the shower. We try to relax and enjoy the warm water, Mike is obviously feeling playful and touchy, but I’ve got to piss and with all of this water flowing it won’t wait. His hands are on my neck as he kisses me, and my mind starts thinking about all the times he and Chris have cum in my ass; I start to plump up a bit and I know he can feel it, but I really need to let this piss out. Finally I decide to just lean back against the wall, I grab my cock, and with the shower water hitting both of us, I point my cock upwards, relax, and my yellow morning piss rifles out of me. It feels good … I really need this release. My stream is hard and fast as my bladder empties its contents on our upper bodies. My piss feels warm, and the smell is fairly stronger than normal as it streams down. Mike stops kissing me, brings his head forward and down, letting my stream fire directly into his gaping face hole. We’ve played around with piss before, but morning piss is rare, and I know that hot, salty taste he’s going back for seconds with, are my fluids at their most potent. My stream is strong but after a minute or so its tapering off and Mike takes me completely into his mouth to finish me off. He stands back up and grins at me, his cheeks bulging a bit. A quick kiss and my mouth is flooded with the fucking strong taste of my own pungent morning piss … “I want to do this again … and also with Chris sometime”, is all I can think. We break and I look down at Mike’s beautiful shaved cock, so much of his cum has been absorbed into my body, and here it is hanging over his smooth balls. I reach my hand and take hold of his cock. He just looks at me, his eyes slightly close, and then it starts with a short blast. Soon his cock is spraying piss all over my entire upper body. It’s yellow and the smell is strong like mine. Since I’ve momentarily got control of his manhood, I use it to piss-paint up and down my body, rinsing myself in everything he’s giving. I can’t resist though, I’ve got to get a taste. I lower my head into the stream to soak my hair and face. My mouth opens, and is immediately rewarded with the taste of Mike. I swallow, gulping it all down, until finally my mouth covers the head of his cock and I can drink from the tap. His stream begins to dwindle and his cock begins to expand in my mouth. What goes around comes around though, and I pop back up with puffy cheeks to feed this sexy man a bit of his own golden nectar in a kiss. He swallows before grabbing the back of my head and returning the kiss with everything he’s got. We shared sloppy, drunken kisses last night, but this is totally different. This is a tongue haphazardly getting rammed into my mouth. This is energetic, complex, lustful, passionate and delicious all at the same time. The whole experience is overwhelming – we’re both in heat. I haven’t cum yet and I’m incredibly horny; I can't let this need slow down or lose momentum for even a second. I slide my hands down Mike's hairless back and pull his hips into me. He responds with a slight gasp as our cocks make contact. I grind forward and backward and side to side and a jolt of pleasure runs through my whole body. As this erotic scene plays out in my bathroom, one of his hands starts to trace a line lightly down my spine. When he reaches my waist, he slides his fingers and reaches down to gently cup my left asscheek. Not to let him feel left out, I move both of my hands from his hips back onto his two perfect mounds. We pull each other in tighter and I relish the contact between our slippery, smooth stomachs when they come together. I slide myself up and down against him, causing wonderful, erotic sensations from our chests all the way down through our cocks. We’ve had lots of sex but somehow, at this moment, this intensity feels so much more erotic to me. I finally break our kiss to catch my breath. I drop to my knees in front of him and run my hands up his wet thighs. Because of our grinding Mike is fully hard again. I reach for his cock. The instant I make contact, his cock jumps and a light moan escapes his lips. I wrap my hand fully around his rigid shaft and wipe his piss slit all around my lips and use my tongue to get any remaining piss droplets. It might be my imagination, or just raging libido, but he looks even longer and thicker to me right now. I look up at Mike and he makes eye contact with me. His face seems flush and it’s more than obvious what we both want. I lean forward and wrap my mouth around the outline of his head. I follow the path of my hands and slide my lips all the way down to the base, all while looking up directly into his eyes. "Oh, fuck, Kev." Mike throws his head back and pushes his hips forward, trying to get more of himself into my mouth. I take a few more seconds to explore the shape of his manhood as I suckle him. I gently lick and suck, removing it and letting it rub against my face. I love it when Mike fucks me, he’s so good at it, but I don’t enjoy it quite as much as I like getting to put my mouth all over him. The taste, the feel, the smell – I love every second of it. Warmed up from our earlier fun and then the hot water in the shower, Mike looks bigger and juicier than ever, like his cock is just begging me to put it in my mouth. And, that’s just what I do. I take the head again into my mouth, tasting it and loving how full it makes my mouth feel. I swirl my tongue around the end, savoring the contours and ridges of his big, flared head. I run the tip of my tongue up and down his flesh, feeling him twitch again. "Oh my god," Mike starts to moan, reaching a hand down to cradle the back of my head. He pushes forward gently, and I don't fight him, instead driving my head forward onto his shaft. I bob my head up and down while he lightly rocks his hips in time with the motion, our smooth, toned bodies under the spray of the showerhead. He tastes so good. Once we have a good rhythm going, I raise up my hands to explore his hips, stomach, thighs, and ass. Mike is like an Adonis to me, with all the right edges, ridges, and curves. I love the way his hip bones jut out ever so slightly. His rippled stomach is amazing. His ass muscles are firm but layered with the perfect amount of soft padding over the top of it. And then there's the masculinity of the band of neatly trimmed pubic hair above his cock. "Ahhhhhh … I'm close babe ..." His voice seems shaky and takes me out of my reverie of body worship. I look up to see what he wants, sliding back until just the head of his dick is resting on the top of my tongue. He's close, but does he want me to stop, or is going to let me have my reward? He looks down at me … "Oh fuck babe, gonna cum … gettin’ close" I don't need him to tell me twice. I rarely get to swallow his seed and in for an ounce, in for a pound I guess. I take him back into my mouth and take a few slow strokes over the first inch or two of his member. Then I extend to the first three inches. I know where I want to go with this, but I want it to build up a little bit. I keep up my rhythm, slowly taking more and more of him into my mouth. I can hear his breathing getting louder, and I know I have him right on the edge. It's time for this guy to take another one of Mike’s loads. I grab handfuls of both his asscheeks and pull him as far into my mouth as I can, burying him in me to the hilt. I hold him there in my throat, and I can feel his cock swelling with the start of his orgasm. Here it comes! I pull back just enough to take the first shot of his cum directly on my mouth. It's warm and salty, just how I remember it. I swallow. A second, a third and a fourth volley, I swallow every drop, then hold him there for a few more seconds, gently cleaning off the last few drops of cum with my tongue as they leak out. "Holy fuck!," he says breathlessly, "…that was amazing babe." He takes a few gulps of air and then pulls me up to my feet. I partly expect him to drop down and return the favor, but instead he turns me around so my back is facing him. He slides up behind me and reaches around to put his hands on my chest and stomach. I close my eyes as his fingers explore my body and bask in the sensations. He pulls away and I pop my eyes open, wondering what he's up to. Then he's back pressed against me, and his hands feel silky as he moves across my torso. Mike is in his own little world as he wraps his hand around my rock hard tool and starts gently stroking it. For something as simple as a handjob it feels amazing. As Mike continues jacking me off, I feel his spent cock, pressing lightly into my backside. It's pushing into my crack, and I push back into him. Mike’s cock, even soft, pressing into the space around my ass is sending erotic sensations all through my body. Feeling his deflated, raw cock in my crack is all it takes to get me right to the brink. I twist my head around and let my mouth find Mike's. He locks his lips over mine and I feel my cock start to swell in his hand. He stops jacking me, but holds his hand there as I blow my load, a huge explosion of cum blasting out across the bottom of my shower. I groan and almost lose my footing as I'm swept up in my orgasm, but Mike holds me in place, one hand around my waist and the other wrapped tightly around my erupting dick. We finish up in the shower both looking a bit spent. “I guess all I’ll be good for tonight is bottoming”, Mike says with a laugh, “Me too”, and we both laugh. Mike decides to dress and go home for a bit, but is quick to remind me the party starts at 8pm and he’ll be back about 7 to collect me. Mike and I say our goodbyes and he promises to see me in a few short hours. I text Chris: Me: Hey sexy … horned? Chris: Hell yes! … Hard and needing to breed ass Me: Haha come over : ) Me: I’m horny, Mike just left Chris: He didn’t fuck you? Me: Oh he did : ) Chris: How many loads Me: 2 Me: Only one in my ass though, … want more Chris: Hot! Keep it in there Chris: You’ll get more tonight Chris: See you in a few hours Me: Dammit! Chris: LOL Me: LOL … Cool Chris: you want my poz cock? Me: Yeah I do I decide to relax for a bit and make sure I’m good and clean and prepped for some fun tonight. The time seems to drag on but finally as its getting toward dusk I get a text from Mike: Mike: omw Me: k Mike: Let’s have shots before we go, ..also bringing something for you Me: k … what? Mike: You’ll see I dig out some Vodka and some other ingredients trying to think of whatever kind of shot to make when Mike arrives. He lets himself in and hands me an “energy shot” … “I thought you meant alcohol”. “HA! I do, but we’re gonna be there a while … thought you might want some caffeine, too”, “You know for a minute I thought you were bringing drugs or something”, “HAHA! Ummm nope ... none of that”. We kiss, down the energy shots and I make a couple of Kamikazes, followed by a “Cock Sucking Cowboy” and whatever we can think of … they are sweet, but tasty. “You wearing that?”, he asks as he feels for my underwear. I’m in a t-shirt and shorts with my 2-xist underwear, he’s not dressed much differently, “Yeah thinking about”, “That’s cool … but lose the underwear”. Mike kisses me again and I get images from my dream coming back to me… a cold chill hits my neck, and the hair on my arm raises a bit, what were we about to go do? I feel the alcohol settling in. I’ve never been to a sex party and I’m not sure what to expect, and how much of it if any will be like my dream. Will I be “poz” after tonight? My head is swimming, but I tried not to let Mike in on my queasiness and move my arm around him to pull him tight as he kisses me. “Ok sexy, let’s go”, and we head out with Mike driving. “Tonight is going to be amazing babe … gonna seriously break in your sex party cherry”, “Oh yeah … you been to one of these before?”, “HAHA! You could say that”. “Will there really be 40 or how-many-ever guys there”, “Hmmm … Idk, always seems like a lot, not sure it’s ever that many”, and I start to wonder how many of these things Mike has been to. “We meeting Chris there?”, “Uhmmm … yea, he says he’ll be there”. We drive what seems likes forever but finally enter what is a quiet residential area, if you can call it that, in the middle of nowhere. The homes are nice enough with lots of land between them, … it’s all very private really, and feels remote. We park, there are lots of other cars scattered about, but for this area the house seems a little small, “C’mon babe ... let’s go.” I grab Mike’s right hand with my clammy left one and we walk towards the front.

CHAPTER 5: Last week Mike stayed at my house, or me at his almost every night, and he bred my ass every single time. Mike cums harder, and in a larger volume, than most any top I’ve been with … as least seems like it – since when we’re together, almost all of his cum ends up in my ass. Mike likes taking cum too, apparently. Several times, when we’re naked together, I’ve reached around to feel his hole, and I’d swear it’s wet with a load. I know someone is breeding him, and I’ve got a very good idea of who. The last time we fucked I begged him, “Fuck me the way Chris fucks you … breed my ass babe … cum in me”, Mike just moans when I talk nasty to him like that. I still have mixed feelings knowing that Chris is fucking Mike bareback, and squirting HIV+ cum into his him; but it’s his choice. I know Mike could end up testing positive, but when we’re together, and his raw cock enters me, all of that goes out the window, and all I do is beg for cum. This week hasn’t been nearly as exciting for me. Mike and I haven’t been able to get together for our regular fuck sessions. I’m so fucking horny – I want a man’s seed in my ass right now – I need to be fucked. I sign into BBRT, it’s often hit or miss for me, but it feels like my best shot for getting bred right now. The “Local Parties” link catches my eye, it reads “(5)”, which is odd because usually it just reads “(2)”, and more often than that, none. There are the usual “Cum hole visiting” type parties, but what’s interesting to me is a party labeled, “HUMP Day Cum Party”, and it’s tomorrow night; Tops, Bottoms and Versatile guys welcome. I haven’t had a lot of group sex but suddenly I’m interested. I click into it, and the detail pretty much confirm it. This is a group sex party for a mix of guys. I click on the host’s profile link, he’s a hot looking guy in his 40’s. He’s a versatile top and his status reads “Undetectable” – I think, “Damn that’s a hot poz dick”. I shake my head, my libido is betraying my logical thoughts. I say “fuck it” and unlock my pics for him. Going back to the party invite, in the 2nd paragraph of text, the host stresses that he doesn’t want to end up with all tops or all bottoms but interested guys should unlock and wait for a reply. My cock is obviously interested, I can feel the precum. So far, fifteen guys have been accepted. One of the tops has a hot looking cock, so I click into his profile, and it’s Chris. I give it all of two seconds thought and unlock for him, too. Back to the party list, and the next shoe drops, “that’s Mike’s profile”, I mouth. I decide to click on his profile link. “He’s changed a few things”, I think. For one thing his preferred position now reads, “Bottom”; which feels odd considering how much he’s been breeding my ass. Largely his profile is the same, but his HIV status now reads “Not Sure”, instead of “Ask Me”, and his looking for HIV status reads, “Positive Only”. My face immediately feels flush. The hot guy who’s been breeding me lately, and that I have close feelings for, is telling everyone on BBRT that he wants to bottom solely with HIV+ tops. “How long has this been going on? Did Chris convince him to do this? Is Chris trying to give Mike HIV? Does Mike want HIV?”, the thoughts all criss-crossing my mind. My head starts to swim a bit. I feel weird, I enjoy sex with Mike so much, and Chris too. I think, “How did it comes to this? When did it happen? Why the hell hasn’t he told me about his decision?” I wasn’t sure what to do about all this, but after a few minutes, I resolved that in some way I had started down this path, and I wasn’t backing out now. I like Mike, I like Chris, I’m not about to push away guys I’m seriously into – even if one of them is poz. I gulped and went in to edit my profile. I changed my status to “Not Sure” too, and my looking for status to “No Preference”. It felt oddly comfortable. Chris has fucked me, and I know Chris is fucking Mike a lot lately, and Mike is fucking me a lot lately; I can’t be 100% sure I’m still negative. This feels more honest. I still wasn’t sure about it, my head still lightly swimming, then I hit the save button; I wouldn’t be able to change anything for another 24 hours. I logged out and tried not to think about what any of it means, my cock is rock hard, I texted Mike. Me: Hey sexy Mike: Hey babe Me: Can I have Chris’ #? Mike: Yea … sure Mike: 713-555-5555 Me: Thx Mike: Have fun : ) I could have explained why I wanted Chris’ number, but Mike knows how horny I am, he knows why I want it. I text Chris. Me: Hey Chris … What’s up? Horny? Chris: Ummm … sorry, who is this? Don’t have this # Me: Sorry, its Kevin, Mike’s friend Me: Horned as fuck here Chris: Haha yep yep Chris: I remember that hole Chris: I’m always horny Me: Wanna fuck? Chris: Can’t host Me: You can come over lol Chris: You are horny, aren’t you? Chris: Almost done with work, after? Me: How long you think? Chris: ‘bout an hour Me: Cool Me: Remember where I live? 1392-B Selmfield Lane Chris: Cool … yea think so Chris: Message you when I leave, prob take 15 minutes to get over there Me: Cool I decided to make sure I’m ready. True to his word, Chris texts me with “omw” almost an hour later. I’m horny and so ready for his cock and cum. I responded with “Door unlocked, in bedroom”. About 10 minutes later I heard a car pull up and I peek out of the blinds – yep that’s him. My heart rate skyrockets, and I can feel my hands get a little sweaty. I grab the lube and a towel and set them on the bed beside me and get into position, head down, ass up. I hear the front door open and shut and footsteps followed by his voice, “Hot”. All of this immediately followed by the sounds of clothes being removed … then I feel his hands on me, “Hey sexy … thanks for inviting me over”, then I feel a tongue in my ass, and I moan, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh… Ohhhhhhh fuck… ahhhhhhh so good”. He knows he’s got me. Using his thumbs, he spreads my ass cheeks and starts to really work the crack of my ass. His tongue making long, slow trips the entire length. When his tongue passes my hole he pauses and makes his tongue into a point, and pushes against my hole. Soon this pressure becomes full insertion of his tongue into me. Grabbing solidly onto my hips, he begins to tongue fuck my hole. I wasn’t expecting this kind of penetration from him, but I love it. The feelings coming from my ass are mind blowing. I’m moaning and crying out, loudly – it just seems to egg him on, as he presses more firmly into me. His tongue is making me crazy; I grab my cock and began to jack off. He quickly pulls my hand off and stops eating my tight hole long enough to tell me not to touch my cock or cum just yet. I’m going crazy; his tongue has me hard, wet, and begging to be fucked. The head of my cock is dark purple, and a huge spot of precum is forming on the bed beneath me. Then it all stops. I feel him squirt some of the lube on my hole making me jump. I hear the slick sounds of him applying lube to his cock. Without thinking, I blurt out, “Fuck me Chris …, please hurry, please fuck me. I feel his hands and cock as he positions his cock in my crack, rubbing it just over my hole. “Relax sexy … I’m going to breed you right”, he says. All I can do is moan my approval. “FUCK!”, I think, as he presses the head in, “This is taking forever … It’s stinging, but I need his cock and cum so bad”. “Fuck me Chris! Give me your poz cum”, is all I manage to get out. I freeze, realizing what I’d just said. Chris doesn’t seem to notice and continues to slowly work his cock into my hole. I can feel his ball sac pressing against my cheeks, as he strains to get all of that hot cock into my ass. He groans and I know he’s got it all the way in. He starts to fuck me with, long, intentional strokes, “Fuck yea … love that ass … my raw cock feels so good in there … you loving my bare cock?”, “Oh yeah … oh holy fuck you feel so good”, “Yeah ... keep taking it, gonna give that ass another load”. His breathing is labored, and his rhythm is making my ass feel so good, that any thoughts about asking him not to cum in me are nonexistent. I want this raw cock, poz or not, I want his cum inside me. That realization makes me groan and squeeze down on his cock, “OH fuck yeah ... What you are … that makes my cock feel good”. “I’m not going to last too long man, this ass of yours is just perfect?”, “Oh yeah?”, “Yes … ahhhh ... so good”. Despite the warnings he’s going to nut soon, he keeps banging my ass, withdrawing his cock almost completely and then sliding it all the way back in. After relaxing a second, he spread my legs further and began a rapid assault. It isn’t but moments later when he grunts that he can’t hold back any longer, “Gonna nut … gonna cum”, “Fuck yea … breed my ass … fucking breed me!”, I blurt it out, I can’t believe I’m saying the words. “Fuck yea dude, you want another load of poz cum huh?”, and I said it, “Yes. Yes. Yeah … I want it. I want your poz cum Chris”. He’s still going, barely able to speak between breathes, and with one last full insertion, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh … ahhhhhhh… Fuck!! Fuck!!”, his cock throbs and I know another load of Chris’ poz seed is flowing deep in my ass. His cock is flooding my ass and I can feel some leaking out as he slows down. We’re both sweating, I’m now fucking full of his poz cum, and I’m still hard as a rock, “That was so fucking hot”, is all I can manage. He groans a “Fuck yeah”. He doesn’t move though, I know he can shoot multiple loads and with his hands on my ass and his still hard cock in my ass, I think he might be going for round two here in a just minute. I lay there, head down, wondering if I’m HIV+ now or what, when he speaks, “You ok if I keep going … I got at least one more in me”. I’m quiet for only a second, “Yeah … I’m good ... fuck, go again, I’ve been wanting this all day”. “Turn over”, I immediately flip over and notice an evil grin on his face. I raise my legs and drape them right over his shoulders, making my hole available to him. Without so much as a word he inserts his cock back into my hole, this time though my ass is well lubricated with his cum, and there’s no resistance. He pushes as far forward as possible so that we are nearly face to face. He just sits there a moment completely buried in my ass. I can feel his cock twitch occasionally, and I instinctively squeeze my ass muscles around him. He chuckles, "So hot when you do that!", I nod not able to say anything. I’m completely focused on his cock. He’s so close, I can smell his body, "Mmmmm, you worked up quite a sweat! You smell so good." I stick out my tongue and taste some of the sweat from his chest and neck. He sees what I want and moves his arm over my face, I lick my way right into to his armpit. "Fuck yea! Get in there and slurp up that sweat from my hairy pit. You did that … got me seriously hot and bothered, so you get to clean me up." I bury my face in his hairy pit and inhale. I’ve always been into armpits and guy smells, but Mike never seemed into it, Chris smells amazing. I quickly begin licking at his pit, lapping up the sweat from the thick hair he has under there and practically stuffing my face into his hot pit. He adjusts, moving his other arm and pulling me over to his other pit. "That's so fucking hot, lick up my sweat and funk, you're making me feel good!" After I lick and suck at both pits he pulls me back to look at me. He smiles at the smear of sweat all over my face, then kisses me softly on the lips. He moans...maybe from his own scent...and shoves his tongue inside my mouth, giving me a sloppy, wet kiss, it’s the way you kiss a cumdump not a lover, but I love it. I feel his cock twitch in my ass again and pull away from his mouth. I cock a smile at him, "I hope you're going to give me another load". He gives me a sexy smirk, "Yep. You’re getting at least 2 loads of my cum today.” He immediately starts to pull out a little, then slides in then out a little more, then back in ... it obvious neither one of our cocks had gone soft. In the span of what seemed like a minute or two he is fucking me again, going out of his way to hit just the right spot with every thrust, and I’m thrashing around, moaning, and grabbing the sheets when I’m grabbing onto his thighs trying to get him in deeper. I look up into his face and see him staring right into my eyes, watching my reaction to his movements, it seems like we both want this – I’m letting a guy who is positive fuck me, and I’m ok with it, and he’s fucking a guy who could become positive. He’s just smiling at me. "Oh yea, … think I've found just the right spot, and I'm gonna make sure you feel every inch of this poz cock!", there he said, “POZ COCK”, I’m taking poz cock. “Yes … fuck yea … fuck me with that poz cock!”, it just boils out of me. “I want your poz cock, Chris!”, he obviously like what I’m saying because he started to pump faster. Even though he may act like he’s helping me learn to like poz cock, I can tell by his language, and the way his eyes kept rolling upwards, that he’s getting off on breeding a guy that’s neg. "FUCK! Fuck that feels so good … your ass is so good, I thought I might last longer with this second load, but your hole is just wrapped around my bare cock so perfectly, I'm not gonna hold out much longer." “Fuck yeah … Fuck yeah … ahhhhhh… I want it … fuck me, breed my ass the way you breed Mike”, “Ahhhh yeah … that how you want it huh? Been fucking Mike a while now … tell me how much you want this poz cum”, “Fuck yeah!! I want it Chris … I’m pretty sure I’m still HIV-negative, I might not be if you keep fucking poz cum into me”. “Tell me” … the breathing is hot and heavy, “Fuck me and cum inside me Chris! Fuck your poz cum into me the way you do Mike!”. I can feel myself getting close as well. I’m not sure if I can just lie there and let him keep fucking me after I came, so I decided to see how much he wants to breed me. "Oh yea … fuck yea, …bet my hole is nice and lubricated from that last poz load you squirted in there, fuck, is that you gets you off Chris, seeing us neg guys become HIV+?". He just keeps fucking me, he’s right over me, sweating and grunting when a response of “Fuck yea I do” escapes his lips. He admitted it he wants it, then I think, “Do I want it? Does Mike?”. I love dirty verbal talk during sex and this bit seems to have gotten to him because his eyes widened and he started pumping faster and deeper. The sheer piggishness and lust of our sex is about to push me over the edge, too. His sweat is dripping down onto me, and I reach up and pull his head down to kiss me. His tongue and mouth meet my tongue and mouth, and that does it for both of us. “AHHHHHHHHHH ... AHHHHHH”, I cry out into his mouth and he lets out a muffled roar in my mine. My cum squirts everywhere in the slim space between our bodies, and once again his raw cock is pulsing inside me. I know he’s filling me up with more of his HIV+ sperm. He releases my mouth and buries his head in the pillows beside me and rests his body on his elbows while he tries to catch his breath. After a bit he pulls back and looks at me again, “So fucking hot”, is all he says. He slowly pulled out of my ass and collapses on the bed next to me. I move to lick his still half-hard cock, trying to get up any remaining cum. We just look at each other, sweating, huffing, not really saying anything. He smiled at me, “I really enjoyed that,… you’ve got an amazing ass”, I smile, “Me too … you’ve got an amazing cock”. He hesitates, “Not to get too serious, but you know I’m on meds … might be more chance of you getting infected from Mike’s cum than mine”. That thought hadn’t really crossed my mind before, “How long you been fucking him?”. The flow of conversation was easy, conversational, more curious than anything else, “A few months … we met on BBRT, he said he was versatile but really horny and wanted to bottom”. He looks at me as if he knows the next question, “He knew I was HIV+ before we fucked the first time”, “Cool” is the only response I can give him. “Tell me about this party you guys are going to tomorrow night”, he laughs, “Haha … still horny huh? A friend of mine is putting it on, just a bunch of horny guys fucking and getting fucked – all bareback though, he’s very strict about that”. “Sounds like fun to me”, “You should go”, “I put in an invite request”. “I’m definitely going to be there if you want another load of poz cum from this”, grabbing his dick for full effect. I look down at his cock and then at his eyes, I know he’s HIV+ and I know I want more of what that cock can give me, “Fuck yea I do”.

Last night was a wild one at Camp Buckwood (gay male only resort and campground near Indianapolis). Started the evening getting fucked and loaded by a fuck buddy. Super sexy dude with a shaved head, long goatee, and a big fat cock. Then went out and hit the trails. Got picked up by a hot tall big dick boy. Spent sometime flip fucking before he blew a massive load down my throat. Ended the evening by picking up a hot bear couple by the pool. Took them into the "Chicken Coop" (old horse barn). They took turns fucking me with the first loading my ass while I was bent over the fuck bench. Then his partner put me in the sling and proceeded to blast a massive load up my ass. Keep all three loads in me all night. No better feel that an ass full of cum.

Probably 8 hours later Alex came down to get Rocky and I. Both of us were dehydrated as fuck, but otherwise okay. Looking out the kitchen window, I realized it was really late afternoon. Dad came in and said that we had had enough, "And Cheyenne has to be in good shape by tomorrow, so no more medicine. In fact, get him some vitamins and sports drinks so he can crash." Alex got everything that was needed, and by nightfall I was crashing hard, as was Rocky. I didn't feel the greatest, but Dad sent for me by way of the strange servant guy. I followed him into Dad's office. "So, do you want to become one of my sons?" He asked. "Sure, but what are the steps?" Was my simple reply. "Well, you still have a few months of high school to finish, and clearly you can't be coming here every weekend. There is a six month pledgeship before I decide for sure if you're going to become part of the family." I told him that I was sure that I wanted to try it, so we cut a deal. First, I was to come to Atlanta once per month and be with him and his boys, second, I was to spend spring break there, and finally, I was to be fitted with a chastity cage and was not to engage in any sexual activity other than with him or the boys. It sounded like a good deal to me, so I agreed. "One last thing," he said, " you will become HIV positive" during your pledge period. All of my boys are positive and so am I. You will earn the biohazard tattoo before you fully join." I was dumbfounded. Why on Earth would I want a deadly and incurable disease. He saw the look on my face, "Boy, it's how we bond. All of my boys have my DNA in them and you will too. In fact, you might already. If you get a sudden flu in the next few weeks, call Rocky or Alex, they'll know what to do." He dug around his desk and finally found the papers he was looking for. "Here is a contact list for me and everyone of my sons. If we shake on this, tomorrow morning before you leave, Rocky and Alex will take you to shop where you will be measured and get your cock cage put on. The key will stay with me here in Atlanta. It will be about two sizes too small to emphasize that your cunt is your primary sex organ and that your dick only causes you discomfort." I was about to shake with him, "Oh, and two last things, notice that Rocky and Alex have no body hair. I expect yours to be off tonight, especially around that tight cunt of yours and get some jock straps. I don't want to see your caged dick anymore than I have to. Secondly, and most important: I see that you have noticed Jason. He is the servant here. I am sure that you have noticed that he is somewhat different, almost feminine. He was one of my boys a few years ago, but he started selling drugs to guys he didn't know, which almost got us busted, and was also having sex outside of the family. He was given two choices: either repay all the money I had spent on him, including his college tuition, or loose his balls. He chose to give me his balls and now works here as my servant." I was taken aback! This man meant business for sure. Bit, seeing no other way to go to college, and fuck did I enjoy the sex, I shook his hand. I was now a pledge. That evening, I went back to Rocky and Alex's apartment. They helped me shave all of my proud boy hair off. By the time they were done I was as smooth as a baby. I looked at Alex, "how do you guys stay so big" I asked. Alex looked at me, "We are in the gym, with Dad's other boys five or six days a week, plus we use steroids. You will too once your pledge period is up. It makes you so fucking horny that Rocky and I have been fucking each other every night for five years. But, that's about to change as Dad wants Rocky to become more of a bottom, so he is gonna be kept locked just like you until he changes." With that he helped me wash off the last of my body hair, and asked, "Lil bro, ya wanna cum one last time before tomorrow morning?" "Sure" And with that, he summoned Rocky in to give me a blow job. Here I was, an 18 year old kid getting a blow job from a cock locked 23 year old stud. It only took me a few minutes to cum and we went to bed. The next morning, we got up and had a passable breakfast of leftover pizza. Then we went to the shop that Dad had mentioned the day before. The guy behind the counter knew exactly what we were there for, and took us straight to the back. I was measured and in less than five minutes I was wearing a stainless steel cock cage, that just as Dad had promised, was too small. It even had sharp points in it to make it even more uncomfortable if you can believe that. We then went into the front and a butt plug and dildo were retrieved for me by Rocky and Alex. "Dad said you are to fuck yourself with this at least every other night, and sleep with this plug in every night" Rocky said. With that, we left the store. No money ever changed hands, but I'm sure that it was billed to Dad. As I got in my truck to head home, Alex said " the next two weeks are gonna be the hardest. After that the cage will be second nature to ya." Fuck, I was going to go through a two week withdrawal period from jacking off, something I'd done twice a day nearly every day for the last seven years and I wasn't going to be back to see my brothers until the period was over. This was going to suck like hell. But, I got in the truck and made the three hour drive home. End of part two. Will continue with part three.

Part Two The following Thursday I called the number they had given me from a pay phone on the way home from school. I couldn't have a long distance call showing up on my grandparents phone bill. I got right through to Alex and told him that I would be there tomorrow night. "Great! Sort of figured you would find a way to get here". He then gave me their address and told me to be there by 7. The next night I arrived with fifteen minutes to spare. Rocky let me in. "We have a surprise for ya. Tonight you get to meet our dad." I looked at him in a funny way, since Alex and Rocky don't look a thing alike, " Why do I want to meet your folks?" Rocky looked at me and started to laugh, "He's not our real dad, but we do share the same DNA." I just looked at him sort of puzzled and figured I must have missed something when I was sleeping through 10th grade biology class. A few minutes later Alex arrived and announced that we had better get showered or we were gonna be late. Both Alex and Rocky showered together, then Rocky came for me as Alex again hung the enema bag. "Better be good and clean for tonight lil bro, Dad can put you through some paces." With that, they left and I got ready. We arrived at Dad's house exactly at 8. It was the same house they had taken me to the week previous. It being much earlier, a young guy, not much older than myself answered the door. Something didn't seem exactly right about him I noted mentally, but being polite I went in with Rocky and Alex. We were escorted to Dad's office. "Boys, you did well" bellowed a beefy fortyish daddy type from his chair behind the largest desk I'd ever seen. "Boys, ya'll go downstairs and get everything ready while the boy and I have a talk." Rocky and Alex left the room, as did the funny looking assistant. I was now all alone with a guy who I literally wanted to worship, but he was all business. He shuffled some papers around, and startled me when he knew my name, "Cheyenne, I see you have done fairly well in school, you come from a decent, yet religiously misguided family, is that correct?" Startled, I just nodded. "I know you have better manners than that, boy. You come from a good family in Alabama. You will address me as Sir." "Yessir" I replied. " I have had you investigated over the past week to see if you might be a suitable match for our family here. It does seem that you would be a good match." "What do you mean by your family, Sir?" "Well, I help out deserving young guys such as yourself in exchange for a few minor things, such as sex and some occasional low level drug dealing at the bars." " I don't want to become a whore or a drug dealer, Sir." "It's not exactly like you think, you would basically service myself, some select friends, and so far as the dealing goes, I have so many connections with the DA's office you will never be arrested." Still nervous about it, he told me about how well his family has done. Dad is the president of the largest bank in Georgia and has business connections in every field. He told me that right now he had 4 boys currently in college and that they lived in two pairs here in the city. "If you accept, you will probably live with Rocky and Alex, although I will have to get a bigger apartment for the three of you. But there's no pressure. You have until at least June to make a decision. If you accept I can promise you that you'll graduate and get whatever job you want." "I have a total of twenty boys in my family, with four in college and the other sixteen in excellent positions around the city, one is even starting to have boys of his own." With that, the conversation ended and the funny looking guy reappeared and escorted me downstairs to where Rocky and Alex were. "Lil bro, you're gonna have the night of your life tonight, so get ready. Jump in the shower and use the attachment to clean out again,band then put these on" handing me a jock strap. I did as I was told, and when I came out of the bathroom I followed the voices. The hallway opened up to a room that had stuff that I couldn't even describe. In the middle hung two slings (I learned what they were really fast). Rocky and Alex were talking to Dad --about me and what they had observed when we had watched porn the weekend before. They could tell I was nervous, so Alex grabbed that familiar glass pipe again and told me to take a few hits. Just as I did I saw four syringes produced. Rocky looked at me with an evil grin, "Buddy, if you like the smoke, you're gonna love a slam. Now get in the chair." Now I was truly nervous. A tourniquet was wrapped around my left biceps and Dad grabbed a syringe with a black mark on it. "I think he'll like a full quarter for the first time, boys." With that I felt a pinch, looked down and could see red in the barrel and then holy fucking shit.... More to come...

“This room stinks of sex and sweat, let’s get you in the shower then we can have coffee and eggs.” Ryan threw back the duvet and I was shocked, a red stain had spread across the bottom sheet. “Looks like your hole got badly ripped in Simon’s brutal fucking, we’ll clean you up and see just how badly damaged you are.” “I’m Poz for sure?” I quizzed Ryan. “I’d bet on it..how are your gums?” I had forgotten the rough oral finger scratching to smear infected cum into my gums. Naively I asked “Why hurt and damage me so?” “To make sure IT takes, to free you, so you can play with us without fear, so you can go out in this big wide World and bareback who you want when you want, you know you love the feel of skin on skin and a hot load dripping from your cunt.” Ryan fiddles with the controls for a few seconds getting the temperature just right and bounds back into the bedroom as I gingerly get to my wobbly feet and promptly fall back on the bed tired, exhausted and mad as hell at Simon. “Here let me help you bro.” and in a swift movement Ryan has me on my feet and walks me to the steaming walk-in shower. “Stand here and let me soap you up and clean all this dried cum away.” . The water is raining down across his back and over his shoulders making tiny streams and rivulets that I watch mesmerized as they disappear in the valley of his ass crack. The hot water washes over my body and I close my eyes…I hear Ryan shuffle and kneels down in front of me, his hands gently work up a lather to softly cleanse my aching body. He’s lifting my cock, soaping the shaft and massaging my balls. And oh so slowly he turned me round to pay attention to my butt. I can't contain it any longer, “Hold me, and please just hold me.” He smiles up at me, stands and pulls me into a huge hug, leans forward is kissing my forehead. He whispers back to me "Sccch we’re all here for you, we love you". He reaches over my head and grabs the shampoo, stepping back a little he pours some into his hand rubbing the shampoo between his hands and then running his fingers through my hair with just enough force to tilt my head back he starts to massage and wash my hair. My emotions run riot. This is so intimate and so sensual that I can't help myself but start to get hard again. “I gonna try and wash your crack and hole, so just let me know if it hurts and I’ll stop.” His arms wrap around me holding me tight, hands soaping and caressing my butt cheeks, he leans forward and covers my lips with his own as the harder he kisses the more my erection raises up to slide under his balls…He’s squeezing his thighs together now slowly rocking backwards and forwards I’m really too shattered and overwhelmed but this sure feels good and I just want to enjoy this connection since I have no idea what's going to happen in the future. We stand like this for what feels like an eternity until I snap out of this bliss as Ryan turns off the shower and grabs the towels off the rack I automatically follow him out and he wraps the warm soft towel around me rubbing my back, chest and legs with it. He takes my hand and I follow him into his bedroom, Ryan falls into bed and pulls me close to him his rock hard cock brushes over my damaged opening, and in the process, of course, his precum slicks my hole I gasped, "Ryan..., I can't...." "Sshh. Justin it’s ok trust me.” I didn't want him to stop… and at that precise moment his cock head popped into my bruised hole. The sensation of Ryan’s thick long cock massaging my ass lips was more than I could take. I stopped trying to speak as Ryan held me tight and oh so gently rocked back and forth, working more of his cock and pre-cum into my hole. Pre-cum is flowing making the way easier for both of us and as he gently works all of his wonderful cock fully in and out of my ass I use one hand to pull his face to me and gently kiss his lips. It starts out soft like everything about this did but it quickly gets passionate swallow tongues and breathing hard eyes locked until he sees me wince as I push back a bit more then I should have done. "Easy baby” he purrs, “no need to rush and let me do all the work" I slowly pull back so just the crown is in my hole and feel him flex his cock so that the precum oozes out lubing my delicate ass. Ryan gasps "Oh my god that feels so good" He flexes his, squirts more precum as I slide an inch back on his cock. "Feel that baby" he says.”That's me lubing up your hole, that's my precum and my dna getting into you.” His other hand is caressing my chest, his lips have found my ears as he curls his tongue in and around an area I never knew was so sensitive. "Ryan, Oh…oh" I say squirming around, the hairs on the back of my neck rising and I have goosebumps as I spontaneously push back on his cock. "Ok Justin, here we go here's the last bit" He turns me around and faces me, his cock is in place…he grabs my hips and pushes in, not hard but with enough force …my eye's open wide and as he rams my prostate cum shoots out of my cock in hot globs all over my chest. He isn't cuming yet it’s just this love making has me soooo turned on, soooo sensual. “Wow…that… is… hot” Ryan says as he looks down smiling still see-sawing in and out I reward him with a dribble of cum on my stomach. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist pulling him in deeper, pummels me harder and stiffens up… he’s shuddering and my ass is milking his dick for all its worth. Then I feel it, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside me it feels like it’s never going to stop shooting his venom into my guts. I feel 1, 2, 3 maybe as many as 6 times shooting deep into my ass. In that moment I know it, I wrap my arms around his neck I’m kissing him and crying at the same time. "Hey Justin It’s ok…I'll take care of you" "I know” I stutter, “I…I…I” I’m looking straight at a biohazard tattoo I hadn’t really noticed before. He sees I’ve seen it "You know we’ll have to get you one of those don't you?"

I've been called a faggot by so many tops in my past, that it just immediately turns me on. I wanted to share with you guys some of the things others have shared with me... many have explained to me why I am naturally a faggot, and how that's my purpose in life... and honestly sometimes it really makes more sense than I probably should let it make... Anyway. It's gonna be lengthy, but here's the first time a man called me a faggot, and what he told me. When I said that I dig having skinny faggot pussy wrapped around my Rod, you said it made you all horny. That shows that you are a faggot by nature. From a young age, you have been aching for Male Cock in both your mouth and pussy. It's a mental obsession you cannot shake. It's actually a NEED mother nature has given you. Whenever you see a nice Male Cock, you lose control of yourself and become overwhelmed with lust. When you needed to make photos for your profile, you chose to create photos with your pussy spread. That is natural. The faggot has an organic desire to spread its pussy for Males. When in the presence of a Male, you want to spread your pussy, and it may even spread involuntarily. That is natural for the faggot. From the photos, you also have wide hips. Your hips flare from your waist like a girl's. It gives your ass and pussy a very female look. That is also natural. All faggots have a feminine type of ass and cunt. In the one photo in which you are on your knees, it is almost hard to tell if it might be a male or female. That is good; that is natural. And in that same photo, one can see that your pussy is spread very seductively. It is clearly beckoning a Male to come and enter it. It is ACHING for a Male to take it. That is again natural and proper for the faggot. An actual MALE has no desire to be penetrated by Male Cock in any way nor lusts after Male Cock. He has no reaction when he sees a Male Cock. He would rather not see it, and that is why he keeps his faggot slave in chastity. A Male's dormant male aggression and lust is aroused by the sight of spread pussy and he enjoys entering both girl and faggot mouth and pussy. His lust is not a NEED like the faggot's. The faggot cannot live without Male Cock. But the Male--although he may enjoy pussy and mouth--can take them or leave them at will. He has self-control, which the faggot does not. The faggot NEEDS the Man, but the Man does not need the faggot. So because the faggot NEEDS the Male, but the Male does not need the faggot, and because the Male has self-control and the faggot does not, the Male can easily rule and control the faggot. And this is also why keeping the faggot in orgasm denial and Male Cock denial is the way that the Male obtains full control over the faggot. It is easy to obtain control over the faggot by this method. Faggot's sexual energy under control = faggot under control. The Male can easily get the faggot to do or change or correct or improve anything; can train the faggot up in ANYTHING, simply by denying the faggot orgasm and denying the faggot Male Cock. When a Male sees your spread pussy photo, he wants to take your pussy aggressively. If you see an image of Male Ass, you will want to worship it by kissing and licking. Distinction between the Male and faggot. This explanation turned me on like nothing had ever before... I didn't even know where to begin. I thought I'd share it with you guys, mostly to hear your thoughts. Agreements, disagreements? Is this just a horny top's ploy to get me to be his fuck toy? I would've done that anyway, you know?

you know the saying "don't knock it till you try it," well damn, i don't think i'll ever knock anything ever again. two weekends ago, on a sunday no less, i did my first slam. met a guy on BBRT (Gabe). he hit me up and in three emails, we had exchanged phone numbers and he had my address. asked if i partied and i was feeling adventurous so i said sure. within a hour he was at my place. and he brought a homie of his (edgar). i recognized edgar the minute he walked through the door. and i was scared. edgar has a HUGE thick 9" uncut dick. he used to fuck me back in '09 when i first came out and he tore me up. i had to stop hooking up with him. fast forward to now, and 9" is a jumping off point on dick size for me, i'm a pro now. anywho, i'm blowin a blunt, high as a fuckin kite, sportin my PR bandana and a jock with the PR flag on it. they slap my ass, and off to the bedroom we go. i throw on some BiLatinMen porn and get on the bed. edgar comes over, drops his Jordan basketball shorts, takes off his wifebeater and BAM. 9" of yummy uncut Mexi cock. Gabe is walking around in a jock and asks how i party. i tell him, pipe or bong. he asks if i have slammed and i lie and say yes. he fixes up a 32 CC for me, a 40 CC for him and slams me then him. the mota and slam have me like whoooaaa. i lay down, edgar makes me suck his dick. i'm fuckin HIGH. then i feel gabe's 9.5" cut monster nuzzling my ass. he eats me, i'm gagging on edgar's dick and then it's down to business. for well over an hour, gabe and edgar POUND on my ass. like super hardcore. i'm so fuckin high i just moan and take it. i back up into their dicks and wiggle around a bit. but there is no stopping them. i have a mouth full of cock and a ass filled with dick. i get fucked on my back, on my side, doggy, cowboy, reverse cowboy, on the beanbag chair, on the bathroom sink. no holds barred. eventually i start to come down. gabe ties me up and edgar is just beatin up on my ass. gabe fixes us another cocktail and this time the slam is mega super intense. he says "it's about 35 CC and thick". didn't knoww what the hell that meant, just knew it was the most amazing sex i had experienced. all in all, we fucked for over 5 hours. only break happened when i stopped to roll a blunt. when i party, smoking a bleezy helps balance me out. it was the most intense amazing sex i had ever had. definitely amongst the best sex ever. edgar and gabe shot so much nut in me that even with the cum left in my ass, the cum that did ooze out was enough to fill a coffee cup. they saved it and later that night used it as lube for my hole. we fucked on cam4. no slam though =-(. just a pipe, bluntz and some major mexi pinga.