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***This is a true account of some fun I had last week with one of my favorite guys. It was a long encounter, and as a writer I tend to 'write', so I'll post in several installments. I like details, sorry if it's too wordy, but that's my style.*** THE FURNACE MAN'S SURPRISE VISIT Well, lucky me. I had to spend some time outside a few days ago shoveling snow. Doesn’t sound like much fun, right? Not until I saw a familiar truck a few doors down the street. Could it be the same furnace repair stud with whom I had a couple of encounters last year? I took my time on the small driveway, hoping to see whoever was driving the company truck. It might have only just arrived before I went outside, because no matter how slow I worked, the driveway was clear and I was freezing. Just as I had my hand on the front door I heard the crunch of tires on packed snow coming to a stop behind me. I immediately felt my heart skip a beat and took my time turning around, wondering if it was just my imagination. Or wishful thinking. The truck door opened and the sexy repair man rushed up to meet me. From the smile on his face, I guess he was happy to see me, too. “Been a while,” he said, a little apprehensively. He is a ‘straight-boy’ so I wondered if I should mess with him a little and start screaming something like 'Seven months I haven’t heard from you! You find some other bitch to pump? Don’t play with my emotions, I’m not your sex toy'! But I didn’t want to scare the poor guy off, so I held that all in and giggled a little to myself. “It has been a while,” I simply said. “Are you busy?” “I was just heading in to warm up,” I said, turning back and opening the door. “Want to join me?” I asked over my shoulder. He was already right behind me and I could feel the bulge in his pants against my ass. Fuck, he was horny as hell -this was going to be good. What surprised me this time is that when I turned around to face him, he was right there. He took hold of my head and kissed me. I almost came in my pants just from the surprise of being kissed as he hadn’t kissed me once in either of our other fuck sessions, and I didn’t want to push my luck and lose out so I never before made a move to kiss him. It was a great kiss, too. A bit frenzied with that sort of urgency that comes from being horny and needing it. And at that point, we were both needing it bad. I did have to slow things down since this was unanticipated. I set him up in the living room with a beer and ran upstairs to clean out. I didn’t worry about a shower because I figured I can always drag him in there with me if need be. By the time I was done, he was finishing his beer. I wasn’t sure if leaving him alone down there he might change his mind or get nervous about what we were about to do, but he only looked happy to see me. Really happy to see me. I’m not sure the bulge in his pants ever went down. Our eyes locked when I entered the room and I couldn’t think of much to say other than, “Let’s fuck,” which only made him smile even wider. He was right with me as we raced upstairs to the bedroom. I yanked off the robe I had thrown on, and he pushed me down to the bed, face first, and shocked the hell out of me when I felt his tongue at my ass. Hmm, maybe he’s not so ‘straight-boy’ anymore. He didn’t do it for long, but enough to get my hole wet and aching for stuffing. I moaned at what he was doing, and I’m sure he took that as a sign that I needed his cock. He quickly pulled his clothing off, knelt behind me, lining his cock up to my hole. I had shoved a little coconut oil up inside just in case he was in too big a rush to get enough precum going to use as lube, so he slid into me quite easily. My ass slowly swallowed his cock up right to the balls. His cock wasn't huge, average I guess, but as he bottomed-out I remembered how his cock had fit me so well. Enough to feel good and filled with dick, but not big enough to hurt or cause discomfort. Just the right size to fuck. Good and hard. And that’s exactly what he did. He pounded me hard, his hips smacking into my naked quivering butt cheeks loudly with every impact. Damn, I’d missed this feeling. His dick was just the right size and shape that he could nail me as hard as he wanted, and it only felt good. I grunted nearly every time he hit bottom, but not out of pain, but rather out of sheer ecstasy. I knew this wasn’t going to last long, but I had gotten two loads from him on our first couple of encounters so a quick start was fine by me. Plus it’s just extra lube for the second fuck, and within minutes he was there. “Aw, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he growled. “You want it in you?” “Give it to me!” I yelled. “Breed me!” He lay his entire body down on me and humped a couple more times, growling into my left ear and panting hard, as I finally felt his dick throbbing and filling my guts with his seed. I could actually feel the wetness spread inside my ass. Fuck it felt good. When his breathing calmed, he slowly slid to the side off of me, easing his semi-hard cock out of my ass, and just lay there looking at me. I was glad he didn’t seem in a hurry to take off. “That felt awesome,” I told him, taking a chance and giving him a quick kiss on the mouth. He responded by putting his hand on the back of my head and holding me there longer, to feed me his tongue as well. I thought this guy was hot before, but this time he was off the fucking charts to me. When our mouths and tongues parted, I eased back and just looked. “You look surprised,” he laughed. “I am. I just didn’t expect you to kiss me, and not like that,” I added, unable to hide my satisfied grin. “A lot has changed since I saw you last time. For one, I broke up with my girlfriend. Haven’t seen anyone since.” “Why did you break up?” It really was none of my business, but I had to know if it had anything to do with me. “Even a couple of months after we fucked last time, whenever I was with her it just didn’t feel good. And all I kept thinking about was you. Not ‘you’ you, but you as a guy. Sex is definitely better with guys. I don’t know if that makes me gay or what.” “Does it matter?” “Not anymore. I decided that I’m just going to do what feels good to me. And when I saw you outside today, I just knew I had to see you. I hope you don’t mind. I thought about calling you a few times but it seemed weird.” “Weird, why?” “I don’t know. I hadn’t called, and then I just call out of the blue and want to fuck. I wouldn’t seem like a very good guy.” Doesn’t that beat all -he actually is a decent guy. “Oh, you’re very good,” I teased, reaching down and giving his still-semi-hard cock a tug. “Besides, guys call other guys to fuck all the time. It doesn’t have to mean any more than that.” Now he was the one who looked surprised. “Really?” And his cock instantly grew to full throbbing length in my hand. “Yes, really,” I told him, slowly stroking him, not to get him off, but just in a sort of relaxing way. “I figured something changed with you when you kissed me downstairs.” “I hope you don’t mind that. I just wanted to.” “I almost came in my pants,” I laughed. “It was better than I expected.” “I started looking at gay porn around the same time I ended things with her. Most things I watched turned me on, so I figured I was on to something right.” “So that’s where you learned about rimming?” I asked him, to which he just frowned. “When you licked my ass.” “Oh, yeah, I saw a lot of that in the porn and it seemed like something the guys liked-” “Well I sure did. And it made me a little more desperate to get you inside me.” He smiled at that, and I felt his cock throb in my hand. “How much downtime do you need in between?” he asked. “I can keep going, so it’s up to you. I’ll take whatever you can give me.” He climbed back on top of me, saying, “Well, we might be here a while, then. Hope you don’t have any plans tonight.” With that, I felt his hard dick slide back into my cummy hole. More to come . . .

I was able to get the shocked look on the rugby boys face when they found out they were at the same gang bang as there friend and that the friend now has HIV. waiting now to see if the boy in blue gets ill I know I filled him more than once.

I met Rusty several years ago at the gym in the steam room. He was on the shorter side, very skinny, pale skinned with strawberry blond hair. He also had a cock that even when soft looked huge on his small frame. One night I walked in the steam room and found him laying on the upper level his legs spread and that amazing cock just hanging there. We were the only one there that late and as I undid my towel and let it fall his hands went to his cock and started rubbing. It wasn’t long before I leaned over and felt his cock hanging over his balls. I was surprised to find him rock hard, all those times I thought he had a huge cock when soft actually he was hard walking around, only his cock didn’t stick up when hard it hung down heavy and full. I wasted no time and sucked his cock all the way into my throat. Rusty has the type of cock perfect for sucking, long and thick at the base but tapering down towards the head. I sucked his cock and pulled on his balls with one hand and inched my fingers to his hole with the other. He spread his legs and gave me full access to every part of him. I was pulling his cheeks apart and licking his hole when he climbed down, got on the floor between my legs and started sucking my cock. He had me leaking pre-cum in no time. We stood up and I bent down to kiss him my hands finding his ass again telling him I wanted to fuck him. He moaned and turned around bracing his hands on the wall and sticking his ass out for me. My cock and his hole were already slick with spit and sweat from the steam and I teased his entrance for a bit but when I finally popped the head of my cock in he pushed back hard and suddenly I was balls deep in him. He tensed and we both stood still as his hole relaxed around my cock. We quickly found a rhythm and our bodies were slapping together in the darkened steam as my cock bottomed out in his hole over and over. We could hear a few guys in the locker room, and one guy did go into the sauna which is directly across from the steam room but no one interrupted us. The fuck was exciting because we were doing it somewhere so public and the idea that we might be caught was a turn on but also knowing I was fucking this little guy, this big dicked bottom really had me going. My hands on his hips I was pulling him back on my cock slow and steady. Then I reached around and stroked his cock for awhile as he told me to fuck his slutty hole. We changed positions and I sat on the bench as he climbed over me and sank down on me impaling himself over and over again on my cock. I asked if he liked my big, raw cock in his slutty hole and he quickened the pace and fucked himself faster. Soon I knew we were both going to cum and as I bucked my hips up he slammed himself down on my cock and soon I was shooting a huge load into him. Once he made sure he had my entire load he stood over me and jacked his load onto my face as I fingered his cum filled hole. He leaned down and licked his load off of my face and kissed me with it and then got on his knees again and licked my cock clean. The combination of the fuck and the heat from the steam had us barely able to move. We got up and showered to cool off and he told me he really needed that. I smiled and said I was glad to help anytime. He reached over and grabbed my cock and stroked it as I leaned over and kissed him again. He had me hard enough to slip back in his hole which is exactly what we did right there in the shower area where anyone could walk in on. Afterwards we talked and we both admitted we loved bareback sex, cock, and cum. I said I only fucked BB and while I wasn’t chasing specifically I wasn’t scared of it either and he admitted he was actively chasing HIV. He wanted to be converted and pozzed up. For about a year we would hook up when we saw each other at the gym and be look out for the other if needed. I watched him suck and get sucked many times and joined in quite a few as well. One memorable time was with a poz older black guy with a nice sized dick. I kept watch for them but as that black cock sank into Rusty's pale hole I couldn't help myself and had to lick that big, black, poz dick as it slide in and out of him. Then suddenly he moved to another state and I heard from a mutual friend he had a big religious conversion and had changed his ways. I hope he is happy wherever he is.

parTy Time ... eager yng btm needed

‘Do You Want Me to Stop?’ I was headed out of town for a conference to London. I’d managed to get my company to pay for the flights, and to be able to stay on a few days afterwards to get a bit of a vacation. My boy was planning on flying out on the next night of the conference and spending a few days sightseeing with me. We’d both been working hard lately, and were looking forward to some time together. We’d even done a bit of research into the raunchier gay clubs, thinking maybe we could have some naughty fun together in a public setting. I was running late trying to get out of the office to the airport, and I barely made it through security before the flight closed. We started taxiing shortly after I buckled my seat belt. The flight was choppy to say the least, and I was super stressed. A very sexy flight attendant could see how tense I was just from my shoulders. This guy was a real Hunk. He leaned forward telling me that we should keep in touch after the plane landed and he was off-duty. ‘I’d like to help you relax,’ he said as he pushed a card with his number into my hand and stroked my arm. I was practically sore all over, and groggy from having not slept well, by the time we touched down at Heathrow. As the sun rose, I headed for the tube into town for my morning presentation. I felt a body press into mine from behind as I stood on the platform, and it was my Hunk, the flight attendant. He was taller than I remembered, over six feet, with broad shoulders and a tiny waist. Blond spiky hair framed his chiseled face. We made small talk as we boarded the train, crowded with morning commuters. I was drowsy from not sleeping on the turbulent flight and found myself dozing off with my head against his muscular chest. I apologized, and told him we should make a plan for that night after the conference wore down. The presentations went well, if uneventful, and I headed to check into my hotel. I messaged the Hunk, and we made plans for him to pick me up and we could grab a light dinner, then maybe back to my place or his to relax. We went out dancing, and I could tell he was packing a big cock from the lump in his trousers. We ate quickly as we chatted about what turned each other on. He told me he had trained to be a masseur and liked to practice whenever he could. He held out his massive hands, and I swear I started to drip precum. He told me that he charged all of his clients… I asked what his fees were, and they seemed reasonable. £50- for an hour sounded fair, plus extras… I stayed hard wondering what the extras were. We got back to my hotel, and the Hunk wrapped his arm around me as he winked at the concierge, who winked back with a knowing look. Back in my room and tore each other’s clothes off. He had me lay down on the bed with a pillow under my chest. I shivered as he started working my shoulders with his masculine hands, then lower to my shoulder blades, then the small of my back, then my ass. He cupped my cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing my hole. He crouched lower and started blowing air across my asshole. I instinctively tightened up. He told me he’d loosen me up for another £10-. I breathlessly nodded assent, and he started lapping at my ass. I knew I was making a puddle on the bedspread. He pulled his whole hair body against my back, with his thick uncut cock right between the clefts of my cheeks. ‘£10- more and I’ll put the tip in… Sound good, lover?’ I grunted approval, not thinking to stop and ask for a condom. Thankfully, he had got me pretty wet with spit and the head of his dick eased into me. I moaned as he twisted my head around, ‘£10- more and I’ll kiss you.’ I grunted and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I knew he was deeper in me than just the tip, and that he was raw. I could feel my ass getting wetter, so I knew he was drooling precum into me. ‘£20- more and I’ll fuck you until you ask me to stop…’ ‘Okay!’ I shouted. He reared back and pulled my hips to his groin. My Hunk pounded my raw ass. The sound of sweaty flesh-on-flesh smacking as his balls slammed into me sent me in orbit. It had been a long time since I’d been fucked, and a long time since someone other than my boy had fucked me raw. ‘You’ll tell me when you want me to stop, right?’ I nodded and he maintained his pace. ‘You know I swap loads with guys all over the world, right? Do you want me to stop?’ I shook my head no and his pace picked up. ‘I love taking and sharing my seed with guys… and I’m carrying a charged load… do you want me to stop?’ I nodded no again, realizing that I was already lubed with his charged precum, so why stop now? My Hunk plowed me for a few more minutes, jack-hammering his thick cock into me. My mind reeled, knowing how risky it was to take a charged stranger’s load. I wondered what my boy would think if he could see me like this. Would it turn my boy on, or freak him out? The Hunk’s head shot back as he started cumming, firing his charged load into my hole, forcing it deeper and deeper with every thrust. He flung himself down onto me again, still filling my ass with his cock, sliding gently back and forth. He groaned, pawing his big hands through my tousled hair, ‘That’ll be £100-, please…’ I reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a crisp new note. He took it, and pulled out, leaving a squelching plop noise and my gaping well-fucked, well-bred sticky ass. He dressed and left quickly. I called my boy and told him I’d just had a massage, leaving out the detail that my ass was full to the brim with charged seed. My boy was at the airport getting ready to board the plane to London. He thought that a massage sounded fun, and asked if I could book him the same guy for tomorrow. Fuck, what was I going to tell him, I wondered, as I fell asleep. My boy arrived the next morning, having slept soundly on the flight. He came to my hotel and unpacked a bit while I got ready for the day’s presentations at my conference. I told him that my masseur was unavailable, and we should try to find someone else for him, suggesting we ask at reception for a masseur, and I headed out. I got a message around lunch that he’d managed to get a recommendation from the concierge, and a masseur was coming over. I was glad he’d get a bit of relaxation in, and we made plans to go out on the town that night. A few hours later, I messaged him letting him know I’d be back soon. My boy replied that the masseur was nearly finished and they were having a great time. ‘He’s really sexy,’ the text read, ‘and really affordable. Only £50- plus more for extras…’ It dawned on me that the concierge had set my boy up with my charged Hunk. I then received a message from the Hunk asking ‘Do you want me to stop?’ I took a breath and replied ‘I’ll bring £100-. Don’t stop until you’re finished…’

One of my fantasies is getting a top to prep my hole with a toothbrush and then pump his toxic cum deep into my prepped and torn up hole...ugh

Stereophonic (Midnight) Mr. X pulls out. He suggests I squeeze to hold in his piss. He steps over to the table to prepare my points and slaps Riggs' ass to get him to get it together so he can help him. Riggs needs time to get out of the sling. He slowly drops his feet and tries to use the momentum to leverage his body to a sitting position. I'm lying there feeling how content I am, but know I should be sitting up too. Mr. X tells Riggs he wants me to have a double slam as a capper for the night. I'm kinda sad at the news about the evening ending, but I'm getting real jittery and a little paranoid at the show of footsteps I see at the window. My hole feels empty but I also know that won't be for long. Everything feels twitchy, like my skin is being stung in a million places by jelly fish. My teeth grind. I feel annoyed, angry, anxious, without a reason. Get your ass on the table, says Mr. X. I don't get the sense he's much aware of me or how I'm feeling. He's on a mission, the first part of which is getting his points all set up. I pass Riggs who reaches out a hand and feels up my dick. I stop for a second and feel his other hand going up my crack. He fingers my hole and pulls back to give my butt a hard crack. Instinctively I now say Thank You, Sir. It's automatic, like I'm saying it in my sleep. I'm also beginning to see figures in the dark now. Faces like you see on an Etch A Sketch—wiry, jagged lines in the dark forming faces. I tell myself it's the drugs, but that doesn't stop them from forming. I use the sling's poles to help me get closer to the table. I put a hand on Mr. X's shoulder. His skin is on fire. I feel drawn to him because my skin feels like wet ice. I nuzzle in back of him and he nudges me away, a spoon in one hand, heating the contents with a lighter. How much? I venture to ask him. Point three and three. And with the chem piss, how much? You'll be fine, he answer distractedly. I make it to the table, which is up at a forty-five degree angle. I feel like everything needs to be in slow motion, that I can't skip a step in adjusting myself to climb on it or I'll fall to the ground. I get up but I'm stuck until someone can help me with my legs. Riggs is there, unlocking the back of the medical table, lying it almost flat, me traveling down with it, the room travel down, the ceiling moving down. I look up behind me, upside down, and it's dizzying. I watch shadows of upside-down feet walking by the window. I wonder who they are, if they're going to be joining us. I hope not. Irrationally I fear there will be more people coming. The last thing I want is to meet any more people tonight. As much as I don't want the evening to end, I fear it will never end. Riggs grabs a leg and drapes it over a stirrup, then drapes my other leg in the other one. He adjusts them apart so more of my hole lies open and exposed. A light is switched on and I feel his shadow fall over me. He stands between my legs letting his cock dangle over mine. He releases a lock by my arms and two arm supports spring apart from the table. He straps one small cuff over my right wrist, then the left. He pushes out the supports so my arms are now at right angles to the examining table. Riggs pushes them until they lock in place. Mr. X observes I'm ready and comes over giving Riggs one of his needles and a rubber hose. I'm excited and fearful at the same time. I'm not sure what they're doing but like the fact I'm literally in the dark as to what to expect. Riggs comes around to my left, Mr. X is on my right. Both men take the rubber hose to my biceps and tie them off. They swab my arms and located a vein. I'll go first, says Mr. X to Riggs, then you follow up once I'm in him. "David," says Mr. X. It takes a second for it to occur to me that he's talking directly to me, bending over in my face. "You are having a very good slam first. I want you to ride like before. I'm going to start opening you. You think you can't take it but how much you're ass has taken already, you are ready for your first fist. I want you to feel the rush of Riggs second slam when I go in, and you go over the edge with my fist going in you. You understand?" Okay, I say, looking up in the mirror at my spread out body. I hear his words but have no idea what he's getting at. Get ready, he tells Riggs, not me. I am barely here any more. I am a reflection to myself, looking down upon my body. Mr. X's needle is piercing my skin. It hurts and feels good that we're finally moving. Looking down I see the liquid turn crimson. I look up to Mr. X's face. I can't find his eyes. His head is only black sockets. His cheekbones collapse in his face in the harsh backlight. Shadowed grey strands stand out from his chin. His shoulders are impossibly broad and strong—I want him to crush me; his fat tits have piercings that play and dazzle in the light; his snake hand plunges the crimson liquid into me. I feel the rush travel up my arm and disperse through the corridors of my body. I close my eyes and feel it overtaking me. Separating one part of me from another. Mr. X's venom travels to my brain, some to my heart, some to my lung, some to my groin, which I feel Mr. X's hand is testing with several fingers. So much is happening at once I give up trying to understand, just look up in the mirror and see what my body looks like when it's rushing. I can tell you what I see. Who else would I tell? It flushes red, my chest heaves, my pelvis pushes down on the snake hand I see poised to strike. I can't focus on anything, but feel everything. Riggs' clear liquid turns red, and quickly disappears. I feel a second, larger wave usurps the first. I'm tumbling like before but this time no one catches me. I turn inside out as a hand pries me apart, a large palm of pain and succumbing. I want the snake head and am rejecting it at the same time. Mr. X is forcing me to accept him, and I want to but can't physically take him into my body. These are thoughts I don't own. He does. He is telling me things, what he wants, what I have to do. I respond by opening, by bearing down, guiding him into me. And then he is in. I throb on his hand. I picture the hand inside. I look up and see the wrist I'm swallowing. I thought the sensation would cease once I surrendered but he wants more, he is continuing to find a path through the deeper cave in me. It is easy. How can it be easy? It slides without effort, like a chute that had been laid and the hand is simply finding it's way in to rest, to settle. He then he is in a deeper crevice, and still his snake is traveling deeper. I cry out, I hear myself saying something, it's not coming from me but from the mirror above: Let me get use to it. He had the opposite idea. And tells me things he's doing, wants me to do. I feel his every inch, his twisting hand, the shrill tendrils of his fingers, touching barriers that fall to his nail-less finger, the tip of the snake, it's tongue that finds the smallest opening and bores and scratches to collapse another barrier, and finds he can grind the seal into submission, and I want him to, and what started as a hole only as wide as the tip of his finger, penetrates, now caves in for several fingers, like the tentacles of a squid follow the single finger, spreading apart and conquering another compartment. He spreads his fingers making way for his arm to start entering me. I see his rapid progress, but close my eyes and see it even more. "Open your fucking eyes and see what I'm doing," he says. Riggs is next to me, breaking a capsule under my nose. I am pushing my hole against a forearm. It is too big to open any farther and yet it does. Mr. X works me inside and out. Bees buzz in my head. I hear his words in a foreign tongue, not the meaning but the intention. I am opening to him. I am watching what he's doing. I feel his power. I'm empowering my own destruction. He slowly closes his hand into a fist. I detect his fingers curling, nails scraping my walls, pinch against contracting rectal undulations, thinking I'm shitting when it's the exact opposite. He first pushes in then pulls out a fraction of an inch which convulses my body in spasms of bliss, and his caresses pull him deeper. I see a shine in his black eyes toward the back of his cavernous skull. They shine like coal, like burning coal, glow red, like staring into a furnace, feeling the searing heat, the flickers of flames, and eyes staring back at me. He tells me with his eyes to push and push down on his arm. Riggs crack another capsule and I feel myself falling uncontrollably down on this demon's arm. He is expressionless, takes all the emotion out of the act and replaces it with my obedience. And no, I can't resist him. The sensation of pulling my body apart on his arm is impossible to resist. I feel myself start to quiver on his arm until it builds to heaving myself on him. He twists his body, his shoulder twists away from me and I see my hole moving up to his arm pit. He twists back in a crouch, his shoulder coming up from below, delivering itself a blow that pushes his arm pit, black hairs trailing into my cavern. His toothless maw opens into a fiendish smile as he sees me giving in to destroying myselft. I push and bounce no matter the torment his arm provides. It is the torment I want, and lick my lips in debauched desire. I show him what I want and he is more than delighted to provide me my own annihilation. It's Riggs who slows me down. He's trying to calm my writhing body. Mr. X roars, Let him be destroyed! Bass words, deep and dead, flow into me, but it is the actions of Riggs that slows my bodily offering of sacrifice. I don't want to cease this overpowering desire, but each time Riggs soothes my frenetic body from impaling onto this proffered arm, a little more of who I was returns to my brain and body. I see the storm of waves in the mirror, whitecaps, slapping on this foreign object slowing to ripples, then gentle, soothing swell of tide. It slows my mind, too, allowing me to accept what I've done, knowing how good it feels and still want to survive beyond this night. Mr. X continues to plow my hole, but without me to gut myself, the residual of me, of who I am, remains. I feel the draw he offers me. I accept his punishment, but not my death. Intermission Assemblyman Brenner has been dead for years now, so I can tell you it was his dog he'd kept at his farm in the Salinas Valley. He never gave the dog a name. I think that's just cruel. Who does that? His wife never visited the farm—all those migrant workers. She stayed in their Sacramento gated estate, which he would reside in only when the California state house was in session. For both their sake's—keeping up appearances for her daddy's inheritance money, and for his varied special interests—the house sessions were thankfully brief. Dana Shaftow arranged things. Transportation of the dog was one of the things he arranged. Vinnie was his San Francisco contact and the one who would provide the talent. Money would funnel through X Corp. and everyone would come away rewarded. Vinnie, the talent, Dana Shaftow, and Mr. X. The assemblyman would have a VCR copy for his own private use, and a clause in the contract (which officially didn't exist) stated Mr. X was permitted to make unlimited copies for wider distribution. Vinnie and the talent received a one-time fee; Dana Shaftow's boss, Judge Reinhardt of the D.C. circuit, and Dana Shaftow himself, and of course Mr. X, would receive on-going residuals. The initial overhead costs were born by Assemblyman Brenner. He already had three of these specialty videos on his shelf hidden away on his farm—two with girls, one with a boy. His part of the revenue stream from downloading and sales went first to an off-shore account and then back-channeled into his campaign funds. The three tapes he financed were like gum. After so much use they lost their flavor. That, and they were all on the young and scrawny side. Even though the fax was low quality that he received on his farm Sunday afternoon, he liked the look of this jungle boy—long hair, defiance in his eyes, young and certainly not scrawny. He put in a call to Dana Shaftow and one to Vinnie. On his end, Vinnie put the wheels in motion immediately. Dana caught the call on his cell, waiting in line in a Washington D.C. dry cleaner. Sure, he knew of a secluded house on the market, across the bay in Tiburon. Wealthy, quiet neighborhood. Plenty of privacy. No, no one would hear a thing. Yes, he could get if for one night. Friday or Saturday. He'd have to check with the real estate agent. He'd connect with Vinnie and confirmed everything. He snapped shut his cell phone, then, to the elderly Chinese woman behind the dry cleaning counter, he handed over a certain blue, cum-stained dress. He arranged to pick it up the following Sunday. I might also tell you that, lest you fret, K9 would not be the worst thing to happen to JT. The aftermath of the event, and the cascade of subsequent events produced from that weekend, well, that would be. Still, he'd be better off than Joey but that's not saying much. *** Okay, okay, Mr. X is saying. I'm not really following any of this shit anymore. I'm so fucked up I don't know my name. You did good, he keeps telling me like that's supposed to mean something. He points to his wrist, maybe a half an inch up. I guess he's talking about the fist that just got shit out of me and that's as far as I went, not like up to his armpit like it felt like. He's telling Riggs to strap me down and he's bringing the table up to a forty-five degree angle. Then he's saying I think we're about done tonight. One more thing. Fuck, whatever. He opens up a black doctor's bag. Was that always here I'm wondering? Riggs did an excellent job restraining me. I can't budge an inch. I'm pinned like a butterfly. I wish I cared. All I can think of is a slice of pizza, a coke and salad with little sliced olive with Italian dressing from this little pizza stand on my corner. Two-fifty special. It's about all I eat. I know I should eat. I should probably sleep too. I can't tell you really where I am, who I am, what time it is. I know I've been fuck, fisted, shaved, pissed in, pissed on, probably pozzed, but hell if I know if any of this really true. I think it happened, but I also thought a moment ago I was riding a man's arm who I first met tonight up to his arm pit. Swear to God I thought I felt his arm pit hairs tickling my asshole. He's putting on blue surgical gloves. He snaps them, I think for my benefit. Snap, snap! But I'm through trying to figure out what's going on. He's washing one of my tits that seem much bigger than usual. It's hard for me to even recognize them at the moment. I look at his tits and Riggs', and though they're hardly that size, they are pretty ginormous. Funny I can remember Mr. X and Riggs but have lost myself. He holds out forceps and pinches one of my bloated tits. I flinch but after tonight its gotta be something really big to grab my attention. Fuck! He's holding out a long needle that he's about to— They're both looking at me, talking. They seem pleased. My tits are throbbing. The only thing I catch is Mr. X telling Riggs to not let him pass out again. I guess that would be me passing out. He wants me to feel it, Mr. X is saying. 'It' has an ominous ring. I look down at my tits and see two small bars going through them. They smart like a bitch, so why do I like them. I want to touch them but I'm completely restrained. Mr. X is washing my dick. Now then, David. He's saying it straight into my face again. I guess I'm David. I go through a huge nerve cluster, one of biggest in the body, and I'm going in deep in you so you can eventually have 00 gauge like me. I guess this all makes sense in some universe, not the one I'm in currently; he might as well be speaking Russian. Maybe he is. He's pointing to my dick, turning it over, rubbing a spot maybe a quarter inch down from my piss slit. I wish I had some opinion about this. Some dread or excitement, but I feel completely drained, emptied. He takes a long steel instrument with a sharp point out of the medical bag. It has a small ring at the end of it, size of a quarter. Whatever. An 8 gauge he's explaining as he's inserting the instrument into my penis. He's feeling under my shaft. He looks in my eyes telling me, Take deep breath. I'm not drained any more—a shock jolts up my spine, rings an alarm in my lizard brain, and ricochets right back down to my cockhead! Riggs is holding me by my shoulders. I feel every shred of skin tearing apart making way for a sharp needle ripping through my spongy flesh. Blood spurts from under my dick and streams red piss over the table. Riggs is frantically putting down paper towels but can't keep up the with the flow. I'm sure I'm screaming but every conscious part of my brain is in the tip of my dick focused acutely on the most excruciating sensation of metal being dragged into and out of my shaft, tugging at it like a claw, encasing it, pliers pinching and locking the invader in place. Mr. X withdraws his pliers leaving behind a metal ring that enters my piss slit, comes out the shaft, and ends with a captured ball completing the circle. "Beau-ti-ful," slowly gushes Mr. X. He admires it. He shows it to Riggs. He can't help himself—I see he's possessed. He goes down on me, blood leaking and all, giving me the most punishing head of my life.

I went down South to find a black dude who told me he organizes monthly conversion parties. I agreed up front to reimburse him for his troubles. He instructed me to meet him at his business warehouse the following day at 7:30. He also mentioned I would not be the only neg bottom there. When I showed up at the warehouse in a God forsaken neighborhood I wasn't sure if I was going to proceed, and was in the act of turning around to make my departure when I saw a young black stud coming toward me. "Where you goin'?" he asked. "Home." "Why?" he asked, and as he stepped closer to continued saying "You should go right in. Not only will the guys like you, you'll have a good time and you won't regret it, 'specially 'cause we never get enough white guys to go around!" As he spoke, he slid his hand up the ass panel of my rather loose shorts and slid his finger up inside my hole, adding, "By the way, my name is Terick." Well, Terick's powers of persuasion were enough to convince me to turn around and enter the warehouse. When Terick and I got to the door we were immediately buzzed in. The interior of the warehouse was generally dark, smelly and dirty. A group of lockers (with no locks) were grouped against the wall. "Go ahead, strip down," Terick instructed, waiting for me to comply, and as I did, he through my clothing into locker no. 31. Then he also stripped down. His big cock was already rising. "You poz?" I asked, and he nodded 'yes', but when I bent over to taste his pole, he withdrew slightly, and gestured for me to follow him. Passing through another doorway, we entered a more brightly illuminated area where I saw about thirty naked men, most of whom were black, and several of whom cat-called 'White Meat'. I was overwhelmed, but I stumbled into the room and ended-up in a line that read "Neg Bottoms Only." There were about ten bottoms, two of us, white. An older black dude who was standing at the front of the line went down the line of bottoms, a Sharpie in his right hand whereas his left hand was clearly (and liberally) coated with Vaseline. He stuck his fingers in the first guy's ass, then wrote a T on the guy's ass cheek, going down the line doing this to everyone, but the ass of some bottoms he wrote an S and on others a T. He got to the white guy in front of me, buried his fingers into the guy's ass and smiled, writing an S on the guy's ass. Then he got to me, finger-fucked me and wrote a T on my ass. I asked "What's that for?" "Tight or sloppy. So you get the right-sized butt plug after you take some dirty seed," he explained with a laugh, adding, however, "To be honest, most white guys are an S by the time they leave." I was scared and ready to bolt, but in looking at the guys in the Poz Top line, I saw so many enticing cocks, my libido won-out. We went a little further in to a cement-walled shower in which there was a stainless steel douche mounted in the wall. The several guys bolted rather than go through with it, but five guys, including me, douched themselves. Truth be known, I had douched before I left the house, so had no qualms douching again. When I in front of the line, I told the thug I had douched earlier, but he must have taken some pleasure in administering douches because he literally pushed me on to the nozzle and blasted the water, which was fucking cold as hell. Now, the shock of icy cold water pouring into my ass got me thinking 'I'm out of here', but before I could act, I saw the next step in the process, and was intrigued. A big ugly black dude with big fucking lips, (I love to kiss black dudes with big lips) was seated on folding chair with a small tooth brush. The black guy was apparently tasked with roughing-up the asses of the bottoms, because he was using a tooth brush to abrade the bottoms' holes. We lost two more guys, including the only other white guy. I was last in line so when I bent over and the guy pushed the tooth brush up inside my ass, it was caked with the scum from the other guys' asses. Steeling myself, I bent over and felt him brush me but he kept going and wouldn't pull it out for a long time, saying "You're the only white meat left. You will be convert today in one session - for sure." Now I admit I was a bug chaser and I wanted to convert, but now was having second thoughts about subjecting myself to the tops at this gathering. The black dude Terick came over to me after my hole was brushed and led me up to a plywood partition with a sling. He told me to lay back into the sling and he handcuffed my arms to the chains, asking if I wanted the hood? "Fuck no! I want to see who is pozzing me." Terick laughed saying "You're going to wish you had the hood when your done, Daddy. My buddies are going to gut your white hole tonight. These brothers love white meat!" I was both scared and excited. Terick came back and asked me "Do you need anything before I open your booth to the Poz Tops?" "No, where are all Poz cocks?" Laughing, he replied "Yeah, that's what you paid for!" Terick opened the door and the black dudes swarmed into the little cube. They were all hung. One guy stuffed his dick down my throat and I started sucking. I was distracted but then felt a big cock push up inside me. I pulled the dick out of my mouth and asked "You fucking me raw?" "Fuck yeah. No rubbers at a conversion party." "No, I'm done. I want out." I wanted so bad to take poz loads and yet I was chickening-out. "I want out!" The mean ass black dude came over to me and asked "What the fuck are you was doing?" "Quitting," I answered. He grabbed my hair and shook his fist in my face and menacingly snarled "You are the only white meat I got. You ain't going anywhere. You wanted to be converted, and that's what you'll get." Thinking quickly I said "I have to go take a dump." He replied "Well, take it it right here 'cause you not getting unlocked 'till all these guys who want some neg white ass get some." The big dude started pumping my hole again as another guy shoved his cock down my throat. Tears flowed, and the mucus in my throat slopped-out as I was raped. After a few minutes of hard mouth-fucking, the cock in throat blew. "Here comes some dirty HIV seed you wanted. Now, don't waste a drop, mother fucker!" I didn't. I sucked it all down. The big black thug in my ass was starting to burn up inside my raw white asshole. I knew he was leaking precum. "You poz?" I asked. "Fuck yeah, Daddy, and you won't need anymore loads than this to convert." "Please man, I changed my mind. Don't cum inside me!" "Fuck you, Daddy. I paid money to fuck a negative ass and you're getting charged-up real good." Just then he flooded my insides with dirty jizz. He pulled his cock out slowly and another dude went up in me. Not a single drop of the dirty jizz inside my white hole was wasted. The thug came over and wrung the rest of the cum out of his big black cock. "Lick it off. Taste this dirty man seed, mother fucker." It was over. I was sure I couldn't back at this point. My ass was full of millions of poz pollywogs working till there death to convert my hole to poz status. I licked the cum dripping from his cock as he forced me to tongue wash his black dick. Succumbing to the situation, I felt in my heart I had been pozzed. Reasoning it was too late to try to stop the process, I relaxed and gave myself to the other nineteen loads of poz jizz which exploded inside my ass. Afterwards the dude who organized the party approached me just before I left the warehouse, and commented "You sure got what you paid for. I'll see you back here in a month or so to get a special toxic tattoo above your asshole. It's my trademark for pozzing you." Yes! This was a real event, not a story.

Seeing Connor was like seeing joy. My eyes were searching for him as the bus pulled up to the curb. I saw him in his shorts and a tank top leaning on his car, his hair had grown out a bit and it blew as a truck drove by. I looked again for him as I got off the bus, but he wasn't standing in the same place. I looked around in confusion with a tinge of fear (did he leave?) and then our eyes locked. I couldn't see his whole face yet, but I saw his eyes. Excitement, love, lust, hope was in those eyes - pure joy. I got off the bus and we hugged and exchanged a brief kiss. I grabbed my bag and Connor took my other hand. Since we were holding hands it took us a couple trips to the car to get all my stuff. I couldn't let go. Neither could he. As we were grabbing my final bag, the bus pulled away. I saw Bryce sitting on the bus watching Connor and I. I felt some guilt about cheating on Connor, but that passed quickly. Connor and I got groceries, called my family, and went to the cabin. As soon as we were in the door, I dropped to my knees, pulled Connor's shorts and briefs down and took his cock in my mouth. Leaning against the wall, right next to open side door, I took his semi hard dick and made it a solid pipe. I stood up and pushed my shorts down. I turned around, showing Connor my jock clad ass and used perspiration and spit to get his amazing cock inside me. I fucked myself on his cock as he leaned against the wall. My own cock was rock hard and fell out of the side of my jock. After a few minutes of me fucking myself on his cock, Connor pushed me onto my hands and knees and pushed his cock back inside me. He said, "Your ass feels amazing. But, I'm in charge. You do it how I want it." He pushed my head into the floor and started taking his cock out and shoving it back inside. He did this same thing over and over. Connor called it remaking my pussy. When he said those words the first time as he jammed his cock inside me, my cock exploded all over the floor. Connor didn't stop. He kept fucking me. Shortly after I'd cum, Connor changed strokes and started fucking me fast with shorter strokes. His cock never leaving my ass. I was groaning. This fuck was so hot I could barely catch my breath. In less than five minutes of changing his fuck strokes, Connor yelled that he was cumming in my ass. I felt him cum. It was a fucking huge load. He must've saved that load for days. We collapsed on the floor, both still wearing our shirts and sneakers; me in a jockstrap and him naked from the waist down. We were a sweaty mess. We kissed. After we got settled in the cabin and I showed him around, Connor and I fucked again. And then we fucked again. Then we ate. Then we fucked again. For the next two days our routine was: wake up, run, fuck while sweaty, make breakfast, fuck, fuck, cuddle, fuck, fuck, cuddle, make dinner, and fuck until we slept. On the fourth day, we decided to venture into Cooperstown and saw the Baseball Hall of Fame and had lunch. Connor and I stopped and looked at a map of the area which showed Riddell Park. Connor smiled at me and asked, "Is that the place where you sucked all those guys off?" I nodded. He said, "Let's go there tomorrow." I smiled and said, "Fuck yes." Tomorrow came and it started the same way (run, fuck, breakfast). We packed a bag, took water, sun tan lotion and hats and went to Riddell Park. We parked the old pick up right near the bathrooms, like I had previously. I was excited and sexually turned on remembering this place and the cocks I sucked here. I remembered the excitement of "cruising" here for the first time. I started to get hard. Connor said, "Let's go for a hike." We took the southern trail because I remembered it being longer and more private with fewer hikers. At one point there was a good overlook of the area. We stopped to drink water and look out on nature. Connor walked forward off the path and down into an area that was almost below the path. He motioned for me to follow him and I did. I realized that no one could see us here unless they were standing immediately above us on the path or below us down the hill. Connor, looking at the view, said, "Strip bitch. I'm going to fuck your ass while I look at this view." I was about to protest but instead I took off all my clothes, except my sneakers. Connor bent me over and ate my ass. He told me to suck his cock and get it wet. I did. After a few minutes, he brought me up to kiss me. It was a really romantic kiss and it was a great make out session. It was like the first time again. We were holding back fucking until we were too worked up to do anything but fuck. I was being held against the earth and stone of the cliff/hill. Either my back or my chest was always against it as we made out. I must've been getting so dirty and scratched, but I didn't notice. Connor stopped our make out and told me how much he loved me. I kissed him and we made out again. His cock was pushing into my pelvis and I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed him back a bit, bent over and took his cock in my mouth. I had to taste him again. Connor said he was close and told me to stop. He grabbed the sun tan lotion, put some in his hand and said, "I'm going to fuck you using this as lube." I turned around, facing the gorgeous view of nature. First Connor slid his fingers covered in lotion and then his cock into my ass. Neither of us lasted long, with him cumming in my ass; and me begging for his load as he jerked my cock. We held each other curled on top of our pile of clothes. Connor and I were quiet a long time and lay there holding each other. I almost fell asleep. Instead, Connor asked me about the guys from the park. I told him the story of the guy who almost fucked me but couldn't get hard. He said, "You are such a bottom slut that you must've been gagging for a cock in your ass." I told him all the things the guy had said. I told him about how the guy made me admit I would've taken him bareback. Connor said, "Duh!" and slapped my ass. I told Connor how I drove to the other park. I told him how excited and horny I was to go to the "college guy park." We both laughed. I told him about Tom and our fuck in the trees. Connor asked, "Did he fuck you bareback?" I shyly admitted that he did. I felt Connor's cock start to grow behind me as he asked for more details of the Tom fuck. Connor began to finger me and then slid his hard cock in my ass. He fucked me lovingly like this for about ten minutes. I was stroking my cock and was so hard. His cock was massaging my prostate. I was panting in lust. Connor asked, "Would you let Tom fuck you right now?" Without thinking, I said yes. Connor asked if Tom was hot. He made me tell him how Tom looked. He told me to imagine it was Tom's cock inside me. I got really into the role play. I was imaging that it was Tom fucking me bareback. I was imaging that Tom's cock was leaking precum inside my ass. I started moaning loudly. I said I was going to cum. Connor said, "Beg Tom for his load." I stroked my cock a few more times and as I was cumming said, "Fuck me Tom. Cum in me. Give me your load." Connor jammed his cock in my ass again and exploded inside me. Right then I knew something changed in our relationship. That we had opened another sexual door and walked through it together. We rested for a bit, cleaned up and walked back to the pick up. As we were walking, two really hot guys passed us. The one dude had no shirt on and was a hot motherfucker. He had muscles and like 0% body fat. Connor was in amazing shape, but this dude was like an Olympian. I noticed his tattoo. It was three circles on top of a fourth. Damn that tattoo looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen it previously. I remember saying to Connor, "He looks like an Olympian but he's not smart enough to get five circles for the Olympic logo. Duh." Connor laughed. Then he said, "Zach, baby, that's a biohazard symbol. On gay guys it usually means they have HIV. He's probably positive." As soon as he explained the tattoo, I remembered where I'd seen the tattoo previously. Bryce had one. The rest of the trip was a blur or fear and paranoia. I was so scared of giving HIV to Connor. I was so scared that I had HIV. I didn't know what to do - not like there are free clinics in Cooperstown. I didn't truly relax until almost a month later when I got tested, got the immediate result and then the official result. I was HIV negative. I hadn't put Connor at risk. Although, maybe I had since I took at least 50-60 of his loads in my ass or mouth since I saw that tattoo in Riddell Park.

Justin and I were really looking forward to Mardi Gras. I hadn't been to one before and he couldn't wait to show me around. Mardi Gras parades and festivals go on for weeks. Some of the parades are in the suburbs and, while we didn't go to those, the party atmosphere really kicked up on campus. There was not a day I wasn't drinking the last week in February. Every night after I got drunk, I'd climb on Justin's condomless cock and ride it until he came inside me. I love the feeling of a man cumming in my ass. Justin had gotten over the fact that we were no longer using condoms. He was enjoying it as much as I was now. He started getting a little rougher and verbal. He'd make me beg or ask for his load. Then he'd tell me how hot it was that I begged for it when we would cuddle afterward. It became our thing. I loved doing it, especially when I was looking at him on my back or riding him. His face was so great when he came. Justin and I went to our first parade the Thursday before Fat Tuesday. We stood on St. Charles Avenue and got really drunk with his brother and roommates. We ran into a bunch of gay guys from Loyola University (right next to Tulane). Justin and I made fast friends with them because they had vodka based cocktails in gallon milk jugs in their cooler. They invited us to go to a party after the parade. We said yes. After the parade was over, we left Justin's roommates and went with the Loyola gays. We showed up at this old house that had been converted into apartments near both our campuses. The 2nd floor unit was the party space. It was pretty big with 3 bedrooms, a big living room, dining room and kitchen. There were also porches in the back and the front. It was nice, but it was a student apartment so it was also disheveled and run down. The roommates were all other gays who lived in New Orleans - two students and one graduate. The liquor was flowing and the group of boys was growing. Soon there were about 40 people at the party so it was hot and we were getting sweaty. Guys started hooking up. Some left and others stayed around to make out and drink more. Justin and I were in the later group. At one point Justin and I started making out with another couple. It was hot. Justin grabbed the back of my hips and bent me over to make out with the other guys. It was clear who the tops and bottoms were in our foursome. I could feel Justin's cock hard in his shorts pressing on my ass. I had worn a jockstrap that day and both our shorts were thin enough so that it felt like his cock was resting in my crack. The other bottom and I stopped making out and returned to our respective men. I kissed Justin and pulled him into a bedroom and the other couple came with. I pushed Justin against the wall and dropped to my knees to suck his cock just as the other bottom closed the bedroom door. I sucked Justin's cock and got it very wet. The other bottom must've been pre-lubed because the other top had a condom on and was plowing his already. I could hear the moans. I stood up and kissed Justin and told him to fuck me as I unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall on the floor. He grabbed me. I stepped out of the shorts and he pushed me against the wall. Justin lined up his cock and pressed into my ass. I moaned and winced a bit. Justin and I usually used lube, but spit would have to do. Justin fucked me hard and fast. I could hear the other bottom moaning and his top grunting. The other top said he was about to cum. I looked in the mirror and saw him pull out, rip off the condom and cum in the bottom's mouth. I saw Justin watching too. He said he was about to cum. I said, "Give it to me baby. Cum in my ass." Justin came inside me. He turned me around dropped to his knees and sucked me off until he came. We all left the room together. The other bottom said, "Did you guys use a condom?" I said, "No, he's my boyfriend and we are both tested and are negative." He said, "I've never done it bareback. I haven't been with a guy I trust enough yet. One mistake and you could be poz." I slid my hand into Justin's and said, "I trust Justin." Justin smiled and we kissed. We left the party about a half hour later. Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday were all insane days. Justin's roommates grabbed a shopping cart, we filled it with booze and took it almost all the way downtown to watch the parades and get drunk. Justin and I went out every night after the parades to dance at Oz and Pub. We'd dance shirtless and make out on the dance floor. Tuesday was nuts. We woke up early to watch the Zulu parade, of which we caught the end. We crossed Canal Street to the FQ side and hung out there with friends who had an apartment a few blocks into the Quarter. I learned quickly that Bathroom access is the key to enjoying Mardi Gras. Justin and I bought frozen daiquiris. We watched the last parade and then went to watch the Gay Mardi Gras festivities on St. Ann. There was a costume show of some kind and Justin and I were really drunk. We had such a great time. The bars were overflowing with gay guys. So many sexy guys. So much skin. I took off my shirt. Justin took his off. I was so drunk that I tried to give him head on the balcony of one of the bars. He stopped me and we kissed and laughed. I whispered that we should go somewhere and fuck. Justin smiled at me. He took my hand and said, "I think I know a place." Justin and I went into another bar that was much darker. It was really crowded. The crowd was lively and we ran into the couple that we met at the party. The bottom said his boyfriend had just fucked him in the bathroom. Justin said, "That's what I had in mind." We went to the bathroom and finally got into a stall. Justin had grabbed a couple of lube packets from a bowl next to a bowl of condoms. I pushed my shorts and underwear down. Justin lubed his cock and slid his cock right inside me. We had fucked twice the night before and once that morning already. I was pretty used to his cock so it slid all the way inside me. I groaned loudly. Justin leaned over me and said we had to be quiet. I couldn't help it though. I was so horny and his cock felt so good hitting my prostate over and over again that I was moaning loudly. Justin said, "Be quiet Zach." That's when one of the other guys in the bathroom said, "Be loud. It's hot. Let him moan." Another guy said, "Yeah Zach, moan for us." Justin didn't say anything else. He just kept fucking me for a few more minutes and he reached around with a lubed hand to jerk me off too. My hands were pressed against the wall as he rode my ass. He was bringing me close. I said, "I'm close." Justin said, "Me too. Do you want my cum?" I said, "Fuck yes. Cum in my ass. I want it." He came in me. I came on the floor. We almost collapsed. It was so hot. We put our clothes on and opened the stall door. Guys were smiling at us. A couple clapped and cheered. I was embarrassed. I looked at Justin. His face was so red. I noticed that one of the guys smiling at me was the other top from the party. He said, "Hey guys. We have drinks for you at the bar." We found the bar and relaxed and chilled with the guys for about an hour. But, Justin was not in his same mood. We went home. We kissed and fucked again that night. Justin fucked me harder than he ever had before. He was really jamming his cock inside me. It hurt, but it was a good hurt and I knew he wouldn't intentionally hurt me. He asked if I wanted his load. I begged him for it. He said, "Here it comes, slut!" and he came in my ass. The next morning, Justin was sheepish about the day before. I asked him what was wrong and he said "nothing." We went about our livers over the next couple of weeks. We kept fucking every night. But, something was wrong. I could tell. I finally got Justin to admit that he was weirded out by the sex in the bathroom. He said that he didn't understand why I wanted those guys to hear us and why I was so loud. I told him that him fucking me felt good and, as we both knew, sometimes I can get loud. Besides, I told him that he was the one that told me to beg him for his cum. I asked how I was supposed to do that quietly in a men's bathroom. The conversation didn't help much, but at least I knew what was going on with him. A few weeks later, just before Jazz Fest, Justin and I went out to Oz. We saw our friends and danced a lot. A couple of the guys, including the top from the Mardi Gras party, were going to the bathhouse. The other Mardi Gras party top's name is Seth. Seth pressed us to go with them. I wanted to go. I told Justin that it would be fun. On the walk there, Seth got me to admit that I'd gone to a bathhouse previously. That was something Justin didn't know. I was drunk and chatting so I didn't know Justin was pissed off. We went inside the bathhpuse. Justin and I got naked pretty quickly and we found a room to fuck in. Justin fucked me fast and came quickly. Justin asked me to beg for his load again. I did. I looked over and saw Seth watching us a bit. Justin and I kissed and I suggested we go get in the hot tub. Justin and I got in the hot tub. I cuddled up next to him and he slipped away from me. He said it's too hot. I said, "Let's just stay here a bit." Seth and a couple of the guys joined us. I was still drunk and chatty, so I gave Justin his space and talked to the guys. Seth was flirty and soon was next to me with his hand on my leg. I removed the hand, but Justin saw it and was pissed off. He left and I followed. We went to locker area and Justin said, "You stay out with your friends. I'm tired and pissed off and I want to go home." I told him I would go with him and Justin turned to me and said, "I need to be alone. I'm really uncomfortable seeing how slutty you are. And I guess I have been for awhile. I can't believe you never told me that you've been to a bathhouse before tonight." I grabbed Justin's hand and said that I loved him very much. I told him I would leave with him if he would wait for me to get dressed. He handed me the locker key and said, "We can talk tomorrow Zach. I love you but I need to be alone." Justin left. The other Mardi Gras party bottom had come in the locker area and saw the fight. He came over to me and comforted me. He said, "I brought some nice guys. Let's go sit in the hot tub and chat. No need to leave yet." I don't know why I went back to the hot tub, but I did. It was only a few minutes before everyone in our group knew that Justin and I had an argument. Bottom boy and I were chatting and I was trying not to look around at all the sexy guys. It was hard to not look though since some of the guys were really sexy and others had already left us to hook up together or with other guys the saw in the bathhouse. Bottom boy started making out with the guy on the other side of him. Then I felt an arm around my shoulders and it was Seth. He said that he was sorry if he caused any of the argument. I told him it was more about what had happened in the bathroom of the other bar. Seth told me how hot he thought that was and that Justin was lucky to have me. Bottom boy and his make out partner left me with Seth. It wasn't long before Seth's comforting touch included his hand on my leg. I didn't move his hand. I felt so alone after Justin left that I just needed someone. I was hoping that Seth's touch was still just friendly. I needed to talk to someone; be with someone. Seth told me how attractive I was and that he liked me. He pinched my nipple lightly. We laughed. I relaxed some. We kept brushing against each other. Eventually his hand slid up my inner thigh and brushed my balls lightly before slipping about a half inch away. My cock got hard. Seth leaned in and kissed me. I let him. I opened my mouth and let his tongue inside. After a few minutes we were stroking each other's hard cocks. Seth and I left the hot tub and went to find a quiet place. We found a corner and he told me that he liked my sexy ass. He squeezed it and said he'd like to fuck me. We kissed a lot. I got on my knees and sucked his hot cock. He leaned against the wall and I sucked him for about 10 minutes. He stood me up and turned me around. He got on his knees, spread my cheeks and ate my ass. He got me really wet and he fingered me while he ate my ass. He was really good at using his tongue to widen my hole. I was already kinda loose from Justin fucking me regularly, but Seth was relaxing me more. Eventually Seth stood up and put his cock at my hole. I instinctively pushed back and his 8" fat cock slipped inside me. I grunted. He spit on his cock and pushed in more. Justin's cum helped lube him as his cock filled me up. I needed this fuck. It felt good and reassuring after the argument with Justin. Someone wanted me even if Justin didn't. I moaned and stroked my cock as Seth fucked me. He was slow at first, letting me get used to his cock. Once he had a rhythm going and had picked up speed, he said, "Do you like my cock in you?" I told him that I did. He asked me to tell him how much I liked it and he took his cock out until just the top was inside me. I begged him to keep fucking me. He told me what a sweet ass I had. Seth had me saying a lot of things as he fucked me. I felt him get a bit faster. I kept telling him how good his cock felt. Then he said, "I'm going to cum. Do you want my load?" Out of habit I said, "Fuck yes! Cum in my ass." And he did. I felt Seth's load shoot volley after volley of cum inside me. I shot on the wall. Seth slipped out of my ass. I felt the loads slip out with him. He kissed me. Seth lightly slapped my ass and said I was a hot fuck. He told me how glad he was that I wasn't a condom Nazi. He went to the showers. I went with him. I took a quick shower, kissed him, got dressed and left. I realized what I had done. I was scared. My stomach dropped out of me. I was more empty than ever. I couldn't believe I had just cheated on Justin And bareback. I knew I had to tell Justin. I couldn't have sex with him again until after I was tested. At a minimum that would be the best outcome we could have, we stay together and use condoms for a few months until I test negative again. The next day I called Justin a few times and left a couple messages on his answering machine(remember it's 2000). I knew his class schedule though, so I went to wait near the humanities building. He came out of class about ten minutes after I got there. He saw me and walked passed me. I caught up to him and he told me to leave him alone. I walked him to his dorm and at the base of his stairs he told me we were finished. He already heard that Seth fucked me last night, and that he knew it was bareback because I was too slutty for it not to be. Justin said that I was such a slut and the more he knew me the more he realized that I just want lots of guys to fuck me. He said he didn't love me and couldn't love a guy who needed that kind of sex. I tried to argue, but I gave in. I knew he was right. I liked having sex with lots of guys. The thought of needing a lot of sex shamed me. Why couldn't one almost perfect guy be enough? I cried right there. I turned and walked away afraid to let him see the tears. After about 100 yards, I looked back and saw Justin close the door to his dorm. I went back to mine and collapsed on my bed, brokehearted. Empty.

The lights came on at 3:00 A.M., just as the security started ushering the masses out of the club. Once out on the street, Luke looked for familiar faces of his friends and saw no one he knew. He was drunk and shirtless and sweaty. He checked his phone and saw the text message string saying all had left, some heading to after parties, some heading home. “Shit” he said to himself, not wanting to pay for a cab all by himself. When looked up from his phone, he noticed a man eye-fucking him from just a few feet away. He looked back down at his phone, suddenly feeling shy and drunk and happy, and when he looked up again, he briefly studied the stranger. The man was least 15 years older, maybe more, all muscles, tattoos, and piercings. He’d apparently just exited the leather bar next door and not the night club from which Luke emerged. The leather man was totally not Luke’s type, but Luke was drunk and horny, and needed a ride home, preferably without his gossipy gaggle of friends to judge any decision he made at this particular point. Pulling on his shirt, Luke glanced back down at his phone, trying to focus sufficiently to pull up the text messages from his friends, but as he did so, he noticed in his peripheral vision a pair black boots approaching. Looking up, Luke found the leather man was his side. “Hey. I’m Steve.” “Luke,” he replied as he automatically stuck out his hand. “Wanna come back to my place?” It was the most direct pickup line Luke had ever heard. “Yes," Luke replied, even before he could consider the alternatives. Twenty minutes and a cab ride later, Luke found himself walking through Steve’s massive loft wondering what he was getting himself into. From behind, Steve approached him and began caressing the 25 year old prize with his strong, knowing hands. Luke, it should be said, had a boy-next-door aura to him, and at 5’11, 170 pounds, he was muscular and lean. Inhibitions were flaring up as the alcohol buzz wore off a bit, and Luke wasn’t sure he was game for this tryst with an older guy. But that didn’t matter, as Steve was decidedly in control. Coming up behind Luke, Steve reached around Luke, unbuckled the younger man's trousers, pushed them to the floor, tweaked Luke's nipples and simultaneously grinding his his crotch against Luke’s supple ass. “I probably shouldn’t…” Luke whispered with a little resistance, until he felt the whiskered jawline making its way between his butt cheeks. He moaned in delight. “Fuuccckk” he said as Steve’s tongue penetrated his hole. Steve enjoyed making Luke melt, and as hot as the foreplay was, he knew it was only going to get better. Soon, he'd be leaving an indelible mark in Luke's cunt, marking it forever that he had been there. And indeed, Luke's cock was rock hard. If he had been asked, and had he been able to answer coherently, Luke would probably have asserted he had ever been so aroused as he was under Steve's expert attention. Luke was, in fact, dripping copious quantities of pre-cum, and that was before either Luke or Steve even touched Luke's cock. After a few minutes, holding Luke's body against his, Steve stood up and undid his belt and pants. They fell to the floor. Now, both men were half-dressed, with their shirts on and their pants/underwear on the floor below. Luke felt a massive dick pressed downward in his crack and felt Steve’s hairy legs against his. Luke was questioning the trajectory of the night. This was not a romantic encounter – this was him in a stranger's house with his pants on the floor about to get fucked. He’d never really had such a tryst, and it felt cheap and raunchy (albeit exhilarating and hot). Was he going to let it go forward? Did he even have a choice? Luke tried to turn around, figuring his exit plan would be a blow job and a kiss goodbye, but Steve knew his seed needed to be implanted in this twenty-something-god. He knew it from the moment he saw Luke. And Steve wasn’t going to let the power shift in this encounter, even if such would involve Luke’s perfect lips on his cock. So he just held Luke tighter with one arm and grabbed his cock. He glided the tip of his dick up and down Luke’s crack, lingering at his moist hole. “Fuck” Luke said, as the feeling of the Steve's dick against him was utterly overwhelming. Naturally his brain flirted through an array of concerns, but he finally settled on letting this happen. “Slut it up tonight” he said to himself, kind of proud at his decision. Steve positioned his dick against Luke’s hole and began to press forward. In response, Luke tensed-up in pain as the monstrous tool invaded his ass. Steve, however, knew how to get his way, and calmed Luke urging him “Relax, boy. Let go and take it.” Steve's deep, resonate voice did the trick, and Luke responded by doing his best to open up as Steve’s huge and veiny dick made its way deeper inside him. “Fuuuck” Luke moaned. He’d never taken such a big dick before, and his body was tearing to accept it. Ever patient, Steve slowly sunk in, pushing in a little and withdrawing a little, gradually getting deeper and deeper. He finally bottomed out, balls-deep in Luke's ass. As Steve reached full depth, he kissed Luke’s neck and announced “I’m all the way in." Luke smiled in satisfaction. “Hot. So fucking hot.” Luke was elated that the most painful part of the encounter was likely over and was ready for the pain to become lustful ecstasy. And the slut inside him was kind of proud for him taking a stranger's raw dick. Steve withdrew a little, and then pressed back into Luke’s ass. And again. And then he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into him. Finally, Luke was there: Steve's monster dick had invaded his ass completely and was now thrusting in and out with less resistance and more pleasure. Steve meanwhile, had found his fuck rhythm, and was pounding Luke’s ass with tempo and determination. Both men were sweating through their shirts, and beads of sweat ran down their legs. Steve’s balls were smacking against Luke’s. A few more minutes of Steve ravaging Luke’s cunt passed, before Steve grunted into Luke’s ear “I’m close.” Luke whimpered. “Fuck yeah” and let out a few moans. “I’m gonna breed you," Steve announced. Luke loved this kind of dirty talk, so responded “Fucking breed me. Shoot your load in me,” flexing his ass muscles to work and milk Steve’s huge cock. Steve rammed his dick deep inside Luke and a spasm of pure physical pleasure erupted as Steve’s toxic load spurted into Luke’s torn interior, coating the young man's fuck chute, and exposing Luke to the wrath of Steve's prior exploits. With Steve’s raw dick still in him, fucking the big, virus-laden load ever deeper into his ass, Luke feverishly jerked his cock until he shot his thick load onto the carpeting. Afterwards each man pulled-up his pants, and exchanged numbers with the other. Luke also had to borrow cab money, and with that he headed home. **************************************************************** To be continued.

Gonna keep track of my load count this year. Saw all the posts in the 2016 topic and was instantly turned on. Let's push each other to take more with the winner taking the Breeding.Zone 2017 title!

I was in London all week on business and decided to stay over Saturday night and, for the first time, to attend Stable. Before the fucking started I saw a cute Asian mare, so when he came out I immediately grabbed him. After eating his young smooth hole for about fifteen minutes I fucked him deep and hard using a condom (as it was described as a "safer sex" party). As this was my first time at this event naturally I followed the safe sex rules, but after fucking for a while and watching the other guys fuck, I eventually realized that probably 2/3 of the guys were fucking bare and the bottoms were all begging for loads. I watched one old skinny guy breed the hot Asian so I decided he should get some real man seed in him so I shot all three of my loads last night up his little smooth hole, for which he thanked me. I also fucked four other guys during the night but each time I was near to unloading I found myself craving the young twink Asian hole, so I would seek him out and unload in him. See you at the party next month, boy.

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That was not her first gangbang, but it was the first one where she got high on anything but booze. In fact, it was the first time she ever did any kind of party drug other than weed. It started her into a series of slutty encounters with me and other men and women that continued right up to our separation, and she's still out there whoring today. Literally today in fact, as she let me know she is going to the swing club tonight, so that if I am there I don't get taken unawares by seeing her. But this time was a craigslist affair. I'd posted an ad that my wife was craving a gangbang, with one of those classic pics where the face is scribbled out in mspaint. Since she's tall and slender and sexy, she was also holding up a sign with the title of the ad and that day's date. I learned early that men expect these things to be fake, and anything you do to show it's real gets you way better responses (though also way more) and way fewer no-shows. I got literally hundreds of answers, most of whom had completely ignored the instructions that they had to include a full body pic with erect cock, Along with their height and weight and other stats. I immediately eliminated all of those (as promised in the ad, and narrowed the field down to 15 guys. They had to send in their face pic, which got hers in return and an invite. Our only real fear was accidentally outing ourselves to coworkers or family or something equally unpleasant. In the end, we got 12 guys, and for the only time in all of craigslist history, every single guy showed up! So, the night of the gang bang, I prepared our play room. Really it's just a finished basement, with a few fun toys like a sex sling, a big kingsized four post bed, a couple of leather ottomans, and very good sound insulation on the windows and the door. It's not a dungeon or anything, and in fact if I take down the sling it's been used as her parents bedroom when they visited from Toronto! I set up some dim lighting, put out a big bowl of condoms, and scattered a bunch of those one use lube packets around. I get this stuff by the case from the local safe sex volunteer place. I also made sure there was plenty of water, a good supply of paper towels, and a bunch of old towels in case things got messy and/or squirty. Things were starting at 8, so at 6 I stripped my wife naked, and carefully shaved her pussy and asshole smooth, and then I spent the next hour thoroughly cleaning out her asshole. Each time she emptied herself, I stood in front of her and slowly fucked her mouth, I've found over the years that there are few things that put a girl into slut-space than sucking cock while cleaning out her shitter. Once she was fully clean, I slipped a nice thick plug into her, as further insurance that she would be prepared, and started my own prep. Showered, shaved, manscaped, I also did a quick cleanup to ensure that things would be ready for any tongue and finger action. We settled in and started selecting porn for the evening, mostly a selection of gangbang flicks, and she had a few drinks. I popped a couple of viagra as well, and at 8pm promptly, the doorbell rang and the guys started showing up. By 830, 8 of them were already there, and my wife was starting to look scared, but the 9th guy showed up with his gf, asking if she could join in the fun as well. My wife was relieved as hell, because up to this point the most she had ever been with was four! At 9pm, just as I was about to close and lock the door and send a 'you shouldn't have been late, you idiot, email to the last guy', he showed up. We locked the door and headed downstairs. We literally tossed the two girls onto the bed, while I went over the rules. Firstly, I got to call all the shots, my house, my rules. First guy who doesn't listen is kicked out. I gave them her safe word, and the other girl gave hers. I told them that she likes it rough, that she's into anal, that she loves gagging. I told them if they left a mark on her, they were out the door. I told them if anyone got sloppy drunk, they were out, and finally that if she said she had enough, then the fucking was over, so they should probably not hold off cumming for too long in case they lost their chance. The whole time I talked, the two girls were making out in the bed, my wife was being slowly stripped out of her clothes.

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CONTINUED . . . (part 2) He fucked me in that same position for about ten minutes, which I don’t mind at all -it is one of my favorite ways to be fucked, but then he withdrew, helped me turn over onto my back, climbed between my legs and eased his cock into my hole as I wrapped my legs around him. “I want to see the look on your face while I fuck you. Okay?” he asked, already working up to another orgasm. “Absolutely. I want to see what you look like while you enjoy my ass,” I grinned. “And when you cum in me, well, that’s the best.” “Oh, fuck, I’m getting close again,” he panted. “Come on, give it to me, fill me up!” I demanded as he slammed down into me over and over again, until he drove in balls deep and locked his eyes with mine. He was breathing hard through his nose like a bull, and a low growl started in his throat that picked up to a full-on growl as he again emptied his balls into my ass. We stayed like that for who knows how long, eyes locked, his cock inside me, draining its precious seed into my body. When our breathing returned to normal, he slipped out of me and lay beside me again. I reached over to the night stand and dug out a small butt plug that I never really used anymore (it really isn't big enough for my liking) and slipped it into my ass. “You still need something in you?” he laughed. “Well, yes and no. But I am going to run downstairs to grab a couple of beers and I didn’t want any of your cum to run out of my ass along the way.” “Fine by me. Your ass felt even hotter that last time after you already had my first load in there. And I will be adding more if you’re up for it.” Fuck he looked so sexy laying in my bed, totally naked, a furry stud body, and his beautiful cock already beginning to stir between his legs. “I told you, anything you can give me,” I replied with sincere smile before disappearing downstairs. I was back in a flash, and then we spent a few minutes drinking beer and talking while his balls restocked their juice. “So, just out of curiosity, how many loads do you plan on giving me tonight?” I finally had to ask. “The most I’ve cum in a day is eight times, of course that was just jerking off, but still. Want to try and break that record?” “Fuck yeah,” I told him, my voice suddenly not as conversational as it had been. A fire had just been lit. “So that’s a lot of fucks. Want to try a different room or position?” “Shower for sure, but not yet. We’ve got lots of sweating to do before we get to that. I saw a big ole dining table downstairs. I’d like to bend you over it and pound you from behind.” I upended my beer and finished it, and then slid off the bed. “Then let's go,” I suggested. We practically raced down to the dining room where he carefully eased the plug out of my ass so I wouldn’t gape open and lose his previous deposits, and slid back into me. He took hold of my hips and just railed me from behind, pounding me into that entire tingly body ecstasy that you rarely get from fucks. It’s often just a lot of frenzy, but this kind of fuck consumes your entire being. I honestly have no idea how long he fucked me like that, but it was longer than the first two fucks tonight. I just stayed bent over the table, actually clawing at it a little from the insane pleasure he was bringing to my ass, and grunting with every intense penetration. Over and over he drove into me, and I eventually noticed his pounds were getting erratic. He was getting close. He slam fucked me as he worked towards his third orgasm. Glancing to my right, I caught a glimpse of the plug he had removed from my ass. It still glistening with his cum. Almost involuntarily I reached over, grabbed it, took it into my mouth and vigorously licked it, savoring the taste of his cum. “Oh, fuck, what are you doing?” he wailed. “You fucking filthy whore!” he roared as he blasted me even more powerfully than he had before, his balls draining again into my hungry hole. His thrusts were so hard and balls-deep, and him calling me a whore, well, it set me off and my dick exploded onto the dining table. My hole was spasming around his throbbing cock as we both sailed through powerful orgasms at basically the same time. He leaned over and rested his chest against my back, both of us breathing hard, and covered in sweat. We stayed like that for a few minutes until we could breath normally, and then he took the plug from me and eased it back into my ass as he slowly eased his dick out. We straightened up and stretched out our limbs, but then he put his hand on the back of my neck and pushed me down to the table. “Lick it up,” he instructed. So I happily licked up my own load, but I let it pool beneath my tongue instead of swallowing right away. I love that feeling as it slides around inside my mouth. He let me back up, and I turned quickly and locked a kiss on him before he could think about what was happening, and released the cum into his mouth as our tongues dueled. I saw his facial expression turn to shock when he realized what I had done, but within seconds he was frantically kissing me back, his tongue invading my mouth and seeking out the cum that I had hidden in there. When our kiss finally broke, we were both panting again, and very happy. He placed his big hand on my shoulder and gently guided me down where his cock was hard and bobbing in front of him. “Lick me clean,” he ordered. So I cleaned his cock of the cum that coated it, from the last load and the two before, all mixed up in my ass. Although there wasn’t a mouthful, I saved it and when he let me up I guess he already expected me to share with him, and pulled me into another toe-curling tongue kiss. Who knew this guy was going to be such a horny and kinky fucker? I thought I’d get another pound or two and he’d be on his way. Instead he’d rimmed my ass, fucked me three times, made me eat my cum and then ate both mine and his. I couldn't help but wonder what else I can get him to do....

This story takes an unexpected turn. Anybody interested in reading more?

How I wish this would have happened to me in my 20's- to have met someone like this and to show me what it is to be a pig bottom. My cock just drips when I read this.

Thanks for the rep! You volunteering?

I can't wait for part 2

Went to BBC again, been going whenever he texts. He had a friend come over, chubby, white, married guy, balding, late 40's I'd say. He was a bit of an ass, but very verbal & a great fuck. I was kept nude all night, they had their way with me off & on for hours. They drank beers & gave me poppers, the married guy kept making me rim his hairy ass, & brought me into the bathroom to piss on me 3 times. He grunted in my ear that I was a dirty fucking cumdump as he bred my ass. I took 5 loads, 2 from married, 3 from BBC, 1 in the mouth, rest were in my ass. Bbc said he was gonna whore me out & have his buddies run a train on my ass, but I don't if that was heat of the moment talk.

Two days later, after more dirty texts than I can remember, Mark was on his way over to my place. It was just going to be me and him. No Danny, in fact I don’t think he even told him what we were doing. I was worried how that would go especially since Danny and I work together but Mark had us kissing and sucking at work so I didn’t spend to much time worrying about it. And then he was here and we were kissing and kissing and kissing. We made it to the bedroom and out of our clothes and I pushed him down on the bed and got between his legs and kissed his biohazard tattoo and then licked his balls slowly as his fingers played with my hair. Then I was sucking his big, fat, cut cock his hand forcing me further down on each stroke. I had to make myself relax my throat and then the head of his cock slid in and my nose was at the base of his cock. He held me there for a minute and then let me suck for a bit before he pulled me up and pushed me back so he could suck me. He licked and sucked my cock and balls, then coming up to kiss me, telling me how right now, right here I was his. I just moaned and let him work his magic. He crawled up and rubbed my cock on his hole slowly putting some pressure on my cock. We locked eyes and he sat down on my cock. Spit and a small amount of lube helped but he was tight and my cock is thick and it was stretching his hole. He reached over and took a hit of poppers and gave me some and after a minute he started riding my cock his ass squeezing me and making my whole body tingle. He rode me for about 10 minutes alternating fast and slow strokes then pulled off of me and flipped me over and started to eat my ass. He spread my cheeks and buried his tongue into my hole. He would lick down my balls and suck my cock into his mouth as he fingered my hole working me open and getting me ready for his super sized cock. He fed me more poppers and then all at once in one long quick stroke he was buried all the way in me and he started fucking me right away. It fucking hurt and took my breath away but then it was amazing. He was taking what he needed. Using me as a hole for his poz cock, relentlessly pounding into me. Telling me how he was going to bred my neg ass with his poz load and then he would own me forever. How he knew he was going to poz me up, that we would be connected forever. Then he would slow down and pull all the way out and tease my hole with that big cock head of his only to slam back into me when I wasn’t expecting it. He was owning my ass and I was loving it. I don’t know how long he fucked me but part of me was begging him to stop and the other part—the more vocal part—was encouraging him to use me and breed my neg hole. That I knew he loved cheating on Danny and fucking giving me something that he had only been giving him for years. That got him pounding even hard and suddenly he buried himself balls deep and I could feel his cock throb as he unloaded into me and then he was slow fucking me, pushing his load deeper into me. My load that had been leaking out of my cock was all over the sheets and I reached down and got some and fed it to him. He pulled out and we kissed and after we caught our breath he told me that he really had not cheated in the time he and Danny had been together. That the 3ways we did had opened up Danny’s opinion on sex with others and that is why he had us fool around at work. That and it turned him on. I asked if he was going to tell him about today and he said he wasn’t sure but that he didn’t have to be home for several hours and he wanted to swap some more loads. We spent the next few hours talking about fantasies, what each others go to jack off scenario is etc. He told me he had a huge medical fetish and he loved fucking guys in scrubs. He told me his first HIV doctor had been an older guy who got very detailed in his past sexual history and did a very thorough assessment and that he had gotten a hard on but since he likes to show off he wasn’t worried about it. The doctor said he needed a sperm sample and was jacking Mark off when Mark realized the doctor was hard too and rubbed his hand against it. They ended up sucking each other that first time but eventually they fucked too. All this had both of us boned up again and we took turns fucking each other and telling more stories of things we had done and wanted to do. By the time Mark had to leave he had deposited 3 poz loads into me. I was so exhausted but my whole body was alive with the sensations of what we had just done. Cheated, taken poz loads and not just one but 3 over several hours. Was it wrong? Probably. Did we care right then? Nope, not at all. He texted me later saying he enjoyed it and he wanted to tell Danny but was nervous. I told him that sex is not the same as love. He loves Danny but I am just sex and sex is fun. He did end up telling Danny not that day but later and it all worked out. We still see each other mostly together, occasionally alone. Danny has really gotten into watching Mark and I together. He sits back stroking and telling us what he wants us to do, what he needs to see to get off. More stories for another time.

eianathens-good advice! Especially the "if you need drugs to do it, you're not ready to do it."

I always say that if you need drugs to do it, you're not ready to do it. after you take the third or fourth load, you'll know. a regular bottom will have had enough. a cumslut will feel that the fun has barely begun. don't expect too much of yourself, though. a full night in the sling taking loads from any and all is a hot fantasy and a lofty goal, but if you've only been fucked twice you might not be able to take it. my advice? in the days and nights leading up to it, spend as much time getting acquainted with your hole as you can. lots and lots of lube. one finger, two fingers, three fingers, four (two from each hand is the best way to teach your ring to stretch, in my opinion). toys. vegetables. the increasingly larger cocks of good friends. whatever you can get in without pain, introduce it to your anus. and don't forget to relax. it's supposed to be fun. at the event itself, perhaps provide a sharpie marker so your tops can leave a message or you can keep track of your count. my own bathhouse philosophy is that when I'm there, I have sex with anyone who asks or offers. and I like having a friend there so we can check in on each other. might not be a bad idea for you to do the same. and don't forget, no matter what your fantasy is, you're free to say no or stop at any time.

Ok just got back from the adult video where not only did I suck a nice long thick cock but I breed this cute chubb hell I'm getting hard just from remembering it

The Canary "Pain is weakness leaving the body," Marine Motto "Did y'all drink all the milk," Leah called out in the hallway from the kitchen. She heard a 'Yeah' from his room. "That just ain't right, JT. Now how my supposed to have my morning tea?" JT didn't answer so Leah walk down to his door. "You up?" "No," said JT, muffled under the covers. "Well, you best get up or you'll be missing speech. And Miss Marshall don't like when you miss even one of her classes." "Then she's gonna have to come on over here if'n she wants to see me. I feel poorly." Leah opened his door and stood next to his bed, him hiding under covers. He peeked out to see her standing there, hand on hip, empty tea cup dangling from her finger. "Whew," she whistled. "What cat dragged you in?" "I don't rightly recall." "What'd ya mean, you can't recall? "What I said. I remember meeting someone and I had a drink, and then I don't remember. He must of put something in it, cause next thing I remember was being home in bed with my clothes on." "When? Saturday?" "Must of been Sunday." "You mean you went out Friday and don't remember anything till Sunday. Jesus Christ Almighty, JT. You were out of it for two whole days and can't remember a thing? Or you don't wanna admit to remembering a thing?" "Leah, lay off. I feel I got cramps and fever." She felt his forehead. "Well, you're sweatin' like a whore in church. I'll get you some Motrin." He looked up at her with sad puppy eyes. "What? Stop that. If you're feeling bad you probably did something you should feel bad about." She saw a stash of crumpled up money lying on his dresser. She counted it. "What in Sam Hill? You got two hundred and fifty bucks. How'd you come up with two hundred fifty dollars sitting on your dresser? I thought you were broke." "Uh, that's part of what I can't remember. I woke up in my clothes and saw the money and can't remember where it came from." "Jeremiah Tiberius Reynolds, you know you don't ever need be ashamed of telling me anything. You know I wouldn't tell your momma or you daddy. But you be honest with me, hear?" "I'd tell you, but I swear to the Almighty, Leah, I can't remember a thing after that drink on Friday night." Her spider eyelashes blinked as she looked him over. "Well, you look sicker than a dog. I'll tell the Academy when I get there. Lemme fetch you the Motrin and you sleep." "Thanks Leah. I promise to go out and get milk when I get up. I wish I knew where that money came from. Maybe it'll come back to me." Leah brought him back the pills and some water, kissed his forehead, and let him be. He heard the front door lock. He recalled full well where he'd spent the last two days and nights, although at the end, Saturday night, when he passed out after an hour of getting balls and dick electrocuted, the last six words he recalled, and there were only six while strapped to the bed, were Vinnie's. Each shock accompanied a word: Muscles, Are, Required, Intelligence, Not, Essential. MARINE. Vinnie ingrained it into him at every opportunity, and used it to signal that he was about to let loose pure hell, no holds barred, on whatever punishment he was inflicting on Jeremy. Jeremy kept waiting for the time when he and Vinnie would hold each other's balls and squeeze till one or both of them came. He kept waiting for Vinnie to say, Look at my dick, look at my dick, and then it would be over and Vinnie would collapse, like he did in his videos, and there'd be a manly hug and it would be done. But it never came. All Vinnie did was abuse him the whole time. Yeah, at the beginning he made him feel things he never did, and it was crazy, but he was so out of it because of the slam. By the time Saturday morning came around, things started to make sense, but then he saw Vinnie shoot up and his real suffering began. He was gagged so he couldn't tell him to stop, only yell while getting kicked in the balls when he couldn't take any more. Or when he actually got a screwdriver stuck down his shaft and electrocuted, it went on for so long he lay at the end just twitching with every round of electricity. Vinnie got frustrated and slammed him again, and ramped up the abuse a hundred million times. His tits were electrified, pins stuck in them. He got a mask put on him and a vice put on his balls and felt them get crushed, but because he couldn't see what was happening, all he felt was pain. There was no fun in just pain. Vinnie laid him back, gentle like, and Jeremy thought he was going to be nice to him. Vinnie put a gas mask over his head filled with popper smell and was starting to get into it because of the aroma and Vinnie playing with his cock. But then he felt a needle go through the skin between his balls and his shaft. It wasn't a point for slamming. It was just the needle part. He screamed into his gag and inside the gas mask, but that didn't do nothing. Another needle when in right above that, and on and on until Vinnie had put in a stack of needles that reached up to the head. Jeremy thought that'd be the end of it. But after a long wait he heard Vinnie unwrapped another set of needles. He said in a different tone of voice, one lacking any emotion like the first night, one that sounded cold and clinical, "Muscles," and another needle went right through his dick head. It hurt more than anything he'd ever felt, a feeling so intense things went dark for a moment. Vinnie waited for Jeremy to get back to full consciousness. "You back with me, cowboy? Camera's are rolling. We don't like dead air. Where were we? Right. Are," and a second needle perpendicular to the first, punctured through his urethra, out the top of his glans. Jeremy screamed, then made rapid pleas through his gag. He didn't have to pay him, just stop. He wouldn't tell nobody, just let him go. "Required," Vinnie replied. A third needle when in his pee slit and out the right side of his glans. "Just three more to go, partner. I'm sure you heard of Jacob's Ladder in Bible class. I did in catachism Well, this is my take. Intelligence," and with that Vinnie shoved another needle in Jeremy's pee slit emerging out the left side of the glans. Jeremy repeated 'please, please no,' which fell on deaf ears. "Not a ladder going to heaven, no," Vinnie stroked all the needles that ran up Jeremy's shaft, "but one going down to hell. This one's going to smart, sport. Take a big hit. Not!" and Vinnie punctured Jeremy's left testicle straight in with the needle going all the way into the core. Jeremy thrashed in his chains, trying to push himself off the bed. He pounded his fists against the bed, grabbed at Jeremy. "Essential," and the last needle punctured his other testicle. Jeremy tried to hold it in, but Vinnie pulled out the needle apologizing. "Sorry, partner, missed the center target. Once more, Essential!" Jeremy shrieked straight for one minute until the acute unimaginable pain subsided to only to an intense painful throb. His whole member was a constellation of wounds each one individual, taken together excruciating. Vinnie kept playing with Jeremy's cock and the needles gouging him. Jeremy felt the familiar alligator clamps that had shocked his nipples and earlier when the screwdriver was in his cock in the wee hours of the first night. Those early e-stims, Vinnie called them, those were a "three-piece warm-up band, JT. Now get ready for an opera." It agonized him, Vinnie hooking up the electrodes to the needles in his cockhead and shaft, but when he place the clamps on his testicles every movement made adjusting them tore through the center of the internal flesh of each ball. "Done in a second. You just hang in there, partner." Jeremy whimpered but endured the pain. There wasn't much else he could to. "Now I remember you don't like having your butt played with and I can't blame you. I'm the same way. And believe me I don't derive any pleasure in this but what's an opera without base notes." He felt Vinnie pushing a lubed object the size of a quail's egg up his butthole. It slid passed his sphincter and land next to his prostate. "Hope that wasn't too personal, but I think we're pretty much beyond that. Okay, orchestra tuning up." Electrodes randomly zapped each part of his cock and ass and jolted him in every direction at once. Then quit. At first he only felt, or not even felt, thought, yeah, thought about a pulse in his prostate. There was something definitely there as least he thought so. But then he definitely felt a ticking, annoying at first but becoming stinging. Then the sting transferred to his glans then moved first up then down the ladder of needles to his balls. At his balls, the stinging became a jolt, a large jolt in the left, then an even larger zap in the right, then both, then repeated—left, right, together, left right, together—each time increasing in amplitude. As it crecendoed to an intensity that made him dance to an unheard tune, just as suddenly it quit. "Pretty impressive, right?" Vinnie started the pattern again, this team in a higher key. Allegro—sharper, faster, more emphatic. "So weird huh? Where'd I learn to be this musical? Asbury Park high school marching band? Oh, no, no, no. What are you, crazy? Paris? Vienna? Try Nicaragua, Jeremy. Didn't know the Nicaraguan's had a taste for the classics? Well, not the pomp of the oompah marching band played for the generals standing on balconies. No, basements with captains and lieutenant-colonels supervising sadistic soldiers that I received training first hand. Ah, those classic strums on the guitar, beautiful serenades I heard out the window, covering my shrieks inside the chamber. Chamber music," he laughed. To Vinnie, Jeremy's background screams were of a pattern, but you had to listen closely. He'd start with a flare of intense voltage deep in his rectum, then traded up to a quick succession of yelps as the head of his penis erupted in head-thrashing, teeth-gritting anguish. The pain, like a xylophone running up and down his shaft, was a favorite of Vinnie's. He'd often come back to it like a chorus or a refrain. His main melody, though, remained in the balls. The agonizing sound produced by the balls he perfected and was closest to, partially through trial and error, but principally through personal experience. Vinnie made a few adjustments since he hadn't heard Jeremy singing for a minute or two. "Since I was caught up trading arms—we sold to those in power and those wanting power because that's what we do—as a prisoner my country had no need or any more knowledge of me. I was on my own. I have to tell you, Jeremy—" Jeremy bellowed out a torturous screech, "Oh! Fuck yes, that's it! You get it now! Jeremy, I have to tell you when it's every man man for himself and you're the only man, you are fucked! I know you feel me. And those crank electrical generators that they show in movies, they get the job done. I would have like to share it with you, but they are hard to get a hold of. I've tried, believe me. The basic set up attached to a man's balls unlocks the keys within a few days. Cause there's no scars or damage, you can start again from scratch. Then another few days after you've sung, for your captives to be sure there wasn't any lying. Then a few more days just for hell of it. Since our government has a policy of not paying ransoms—which was the point for the Iran-Contra controversy, Jeremy—go think of that irony." Playing with dials and switches, Vinnie got Jeremy singing a beautiful series of rhythmic screams. His songs literally were music to Vinnie's ears. Vinnie had sung them, why not the boys that came to him too. They would share the splendor, justify why'd you'd say anything to make it stop. Something with a samba beat? Vinnie made a few changes to the syncopation and undulating amplitudes, voltage would generate on one set of cycles, while another pattern altogether at odds with the first would, eventually, pair up. What was singularly bearable—more teeth-gritting stuff—when the two electrical patterns merged, physically, and—because you could predict it coming a mile down the road—psychically, it paired up unendurable torment opening those teeth to a sustain hollering. If the tormentors were truly good at the job (and Vinnie learned expertly from his), well, a sustained, especially piercing one note of agony could indefinitely be strung out. Or until the singer passed out. Or died. It happened. Usually this was set in the minor key of "no-no-no" for the performer was aware of the terrible logic of the song. Jeremy was at this stage. Vinnie listened enrapt. Jeremy's cries, then screams, when he saw what was about to happen, were pitch perfect. The boy wasn't dumb as he looked. (Although Vinnie noted he looked pretty darn good. He stuck his middle finger in the boy's butt to fine-tuned the plug to ensure it was aligned with the prostate and got a zap for his trouble.) "Okay, choir boy. Ready for the finale? Time to make you a soprano. Time for the fat lady to sing." Jeremy adamantly shook his head. He wasn't going to be able to live through this. "Muscles Are Required," Vinnie said turning the dial to the top until Jeremy yelled his guts out. "And who takes you in, Jeremy, after you've given your all for your country? Well, who would that be, Jeremy, question mark?" He gave a game show buzz sound and accompanied it by a shot up the dial to 10. "Incorrect. The correct answer is Cuba!" Vinnie brought the dial back to 6. "And who do you get turned over to once you've sung any other songs with a Latin beat you might have in you? No, wrong again!" Vinnie dialed up to 10 a second time, and left it there watching Jeremy flop like a pinned frog on his soft leopard-spotted bed, before bringing it down and leaving it at an intense 7. In a game show voice he replied to himself, "The answer is The Kremlin—who knows, as a special operative, you must have one or two last songs to sing to be valuable enough to finally get traded back to the U.S. of A.—and as a canary you'd do anything to survive the wires connected to your balls." Vinnie turned up to 10 and left it there, monoguing something terrible over Jeremy's horse, rasping shrieks. "A dishonorably discharged, Jeremy, for what it was all worth, at an Oakland loading dock. No marching bands, no crowds, just a few dock workers and a familiar Russian junky who just so happened I'd share a cell with. A plant you might ask? Probably, Jeremy, but one who might could put you to work in a bar in San Francisco. Maybe set you up with your own business. 'No scruples, but many rubles,' Mr. X, the only one there to greet me, certainly was lyrical. He was poetry in a perverted soul, had and still has many connections. You could make good life here, he told me when he drove me into the city. A sleazy one, but do you care at this point? Screw the world like it screws you. The boy was unresponsive. He switched off the tens unit and began putting away his toys. "Intelligence." Boys willingly sign on dotted line in my country for less. Boys in the slums fist themselves, take rape of old men, take shit for eating, take American baseball bats up themselves for food, for American men to download for enjoyment. Everyone goes home winner. "Not." That's four sessions back to back. Two with masks. Two face uncovered. That's two-fifty in one weekend. More than he got in a month wired from back home. On the walk back to his apartment he figured out what four weekends like that would get him. "Essential." And that wasn't even the private one-timers who paid a lot, lot more, Vinnie promised. Maybe five hundred for one night, depending on what he would be willing to do. He had his email and would be in touch. He'd keep the headshot, if JT didn't mind.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this..." Of course, the cute Counselor didn't have to tell me anything. A few weeks earlier at a Circuit Party I felt the heat of that LOAD. It was special. I wasn't so much a "Bug Chaser" as a "Bug Enabler." I love getting fucked by folks—black or white, young or old, gay or straight—WHOMEVER! And the big-dicked Puerto Rican who ravaged me with his Prince Albert was definitely worth enabling! He looked into my eyes, and I knew he was giving me a Fuck to Die For. Back to the cute Counselor—he was 30ish, blonde, blue-eyed, very studious, with his glasses, suit and tie, about 5'6". He also had a Bubble Butt to die for. "I hate to tell you this, but something terrible has happened." I nodded. Not a big surprise. "If you need counseling..." I licked my lips and stared at his swollen pecs. Thank God he hadn't worn a Tee. His meaty titties clung to his cotton shirt. "Don't worry, all my friends are POZ. Isn't that the in-thing now?" "Mr. Johnson...this is serious...." "I know it is.” Contemptuously: “I don't have to worry about safe sex now. I think I'll head home and toss out all my Condoms." He shook his head in disbelief, appearing at a loss for words. My friends reacted diversely—some pleased, some melancholy. Pleased—because now they got to tag me raw. Melancholy—because they'd seduced me into barebacking, and now I had to pay the Piper. So Friday night I invited them over for a "Conversion Celebration." It started at my place and ended at the Baths, where, to my delight, I found the guy who'd POZZED me—cruising. Initially I didn't tell Armando he was the one; I thought I'd save that for another night when we could be more intimate. And never one to hold a grudge (on the contrary I was in awe of his virility) I asked him to join our merry pack. Armando turned out to be a trip. I watched as he seduced a college jock. He stroked the athlete's abs, licked his tits, and whispered sweet Puerto Rican nothings in his ear. Since all of us were sex-obsessed, the Fuck quickly turned into a Gangbang. The Bottom hadn't yet cum my way, when I spied a hunk I absolutely had to have. That flawless Ass! The Short Blonde Sweetness dropped his towel and minced into the Steam Room. I knew in my heart the Dude was mine to POZ. I used to be a Bottom Boy, but all that changed with HIV. I sat down beside him, his delicate features obscured by billowy clouds of steam. We were alone, concealed behind a thick glass door and foggy atmosphere. I teased his Cock then flipped him over on his belly and slid my oozing Member up his Crack. "I have a Condom," the nervous Sweetness chirped, the tremor in his voice betraying his anxiety. I snickered and shoved it in—no Lube but for the heavy moisture-laden air. I wanted Blondie cognizant of my Sick Seed assailing his Ass Walls. I wanted him to weep the tears that dance so seductively upon the cheeks of those just bred. He hollered at me to get off; but we were alone, ringing wet, in the super-heated atmosphere, which muffled his tirade. He made like he was gonna fight me off, while I licked his ears and bit his neck. His soft four inches mushroomed to a turgid Seven, despite his hollow protestations. He pushed back on my Viral Stick, moaning, whimpering, ashamed of his hypocrisy—of so blatantly violating the principles by which he earned his livelihood. He had it cuming. He needed guys like me to stay in business. I plowed his Ass as roughly as I could, in hope of bettering the odds; and when I shot, it was the most fulfilling sensation I'd ever known—to foredoom this truly deserving Fag to an eternity of doctors, tests, and pills. The heavy glass door scraped and groaned as Armando magically appeared. We mouthed a long, deep lingering kiss and I spread my demoralized Victim 's lily-white Ass Cheeks in gratitude. Sweetness just shivered, squirmed and purred as Armando’s Prince Albert abraded his Mancunt. The Puerto Rican pulled out long enough for me to flip him over. Our eyes locked, and the Bottom winced as if confronting his worst enemy. "Mr. Counselor! " I admonished the social worker, as Armando redoubled his detrition. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but all my friends are POZ."

k from MAL with a sore dick & hole. I had a fantastic time. In a few weeks I might become a new father to 2 new converts to the brotherhood.

My true story from last night. I had gone to the baths, and after a few hours of nothing much happening I decided to cut my losses and head on home. As I was exiting, I passed a car coming in. I caught a glimpse of the driver, a black guy in his early 40's I'd guess. Something about the split second connection made me pause. I slowly went to the stop sign at the corner and saw he was still in the entry. I lingered a bit at the stop sign, and he backed up and was heading my way. I pulled around the corner and he pulled up alongside. I got right down to it, told him I had just left because there was nothing going on and I was looking to suck some dick and get fucked. He suggested we could drive around and find somewhere I could suck him off. What the hell, I thought, so I agreed. We drive around and I found a spot I thought was OK, so I parked and got out of my car and into his. He wasn't so sure about it, so we drove around a bit and ended up back at the parking lot at the baths. He got his pants down and pulled out a half hard 8 inch slab. I got busy sucking it to full hardness. He started to feel my ass, so I unbuckled my belt to give him better access. He started fingering my ass and said something about how nice it felt. "If we were somewhere else I'd let you fuck me." He couldn't resist that offer so we were off again in search of a place where he could nail my ass. Long story short about a half hour later we ended up on this dead end street he knew of, doubtless he had taken other guys there before. He parked in a dark section of road and got out of the car. I was a bit slow, and got out as well. He told me to bend over with my ass out of the car and my face in his passenger seat. I looked over my shoulder and saw him standing there lubing up his hefty meat, stroking it to full hardness. A finger applied some lube to my hole, and he slid it in. He went slowly at first, then once he got me opened up he launched into a full on assault on my hole, balls slapping against my ass. He knew we had to be quick, and he was going to get that nut! I reached back and felt his balls, then his shaft... he hadn't put on a rubber or even asked about one. After about 5 minutes of pummeling my hole with his rod, another unasked question was if I wanted his cum... I was getting that if I wanted it or not. He went balls deep and filled my ass with 6 or 7 squirts of cum. After a few seconds recovery, he pulled out of my ass and wiped his dick off on a napkin. He took me back to my car and mentioned getting together again so I gave him my number. I may not ever hear from him, but who knows, I may be back in that alley again in a couple weeks getting another big load out of his nuts.

That's hot. I love it when a random top slides his dick in me bare without asking if I want a condom, and then just assumes I'll take his load.

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.

Pennsylvania Hotel, great central location (34th street, 7th Ave, right smack between chelsea and hell's kitchen, about 1000 rooms so it's pretty much open to the public, often great deals on Expedia. Not fancy, kinda shabby. Mostly tourists. leave door open and put an add on bbrts for quick connect, and wait. also near some of the sex clubs.

Load update 17 so far in 2017. Took 14 on Sunday - got bred in the bathroom at the bar and then at a resort afterwards. All kinds of cocks - fat ones, thin ones, cut and uncut - daddies, nerds, latin, older, younger, muscle studs... heading out to the bookstore for some more today....

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.

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

Back in college I was 18 and walking around downtown one evening when I noticed two guys in a Jeep driving around. One was student aged, around 20, and the other a bit older, maybe 30s. They circled the block a few times and eventually stopped and, as I passed their jeep, we struck up a conversation. I jumped at the chance when they asked me back to their place. Arriving there, we immediately headed to their bedroom which was completely filled with a huge waterbed. The older guy, Jim, leaned in and kissed me while the younger guy, Rick, started undressing me. Soon all three of us were naked and sprawled on the bed. Now, until this occasion I had never before been on a waterbed, and it took some getting used to, but each of us soon was sucking on a cock. Jim was hung with a nice long and thick cock and I couldn’t get enough of it. Both of the guys turn sucking my rock hard cock. Both guys were great cock suckers, so the sensation was amazing and I became increasingly vocal, letting them know how much I was enjoying the treatment. As he moved-up, intent on kissing me, Jim commented "The shy guy we picked up was gone and I like this new confident guy." And kiss and kiss we did indeed, all the while Rick sucked away, alternating between the two of us. Of course Rick had had ample practicing on Jim’s huge cock, so he could swallow me balls deep, which I absolutely loved. At some point Jim paused in kissing me to instruct Rick to lick his hole so I could fuck him. Rick complied, and when Jim’s hole was ready, Jim lay on his back, placing his legs on my shoulders. Rick lubed cock and guided it into his boyfriend. I was young and so horned up there was no real finesse, I just went straight to fucking with deep long strokes, my hips slamming his ass on each down stroke. I remember finding the sight of my cock sliding into Jim to be fucking hot, and when Rick leaned in and kissed me, urging me to fuck his boyfriend harder and harder, soon my eyes were rolling back in my head as I shot my load into Jim as, over and over he grunted "Fuckin' breed my hole." I pulled out and Rick flipped me on my stomach and spit on my hole and then rammed his cock into me. Fuck, it hurt but quickly started to feel good as in the background I heard Jim telling Rick to fuck me hard, to use my hole and stretch it open so he could fuck me next. Rick strokes alternated between rough and hard, and softer and more shallow. My hole was gripped his cock in a vice as Jim fed me his cock. I was particularly excited by the amount of pre-cum that was flowing out of his slit. After Rick had been fucking me for several minutes, Jim announced he wanted my hole, so he and Rick switched places. Rick grabbed my face and grunted "Look at me," as simultaneously I felt Jim’s huge cock head at my hole, only to find he rammed himself into me. Although Rick had opened me up, Jim’s cock stretched my hole ever further. And, as Jim kept pushing and forcing his cock into me, eventually his balls where flat against my ass. Then he paused for a few minutes while Rick kissed me, which afforded me the chance to acclimate myself to the girth of Jim's cock. When Jim sensed I was ready he started a slow slide in and out of me and Rick continued to kiss me. With each down stroke Jim would all but completely withdraw, only to slide all the way back in, balls deep, again and again. I was on a sex high like no other, kissing Rick as his big-dicked boyfriend used my ass. They took turns fucking me until each shot a load inside me. This was the mid 80’s and I knew about safe sex but no one mentioned condoms and it felt to good bareback. It seemed as if I was doing something bad but it felt so good I didn’t care. Jim and I took turns fucking Rick after that and I ended up shooting my second load of the day into him while Jim was behind me teasing my hole with the head of his big cock. As soon as I shot into Rick, Jim slid back into me and fucked me again pushing my still hard cock into his boyfriend on each stroke. Rick wrapped his arms and legs around me and held me tight while his boyfriend deposited another load into me. My hole was sloppy and full of cum and I was in that moment completely happy. We fell asleep and woke up to the sound of the alarm clock. Rick, realizing he was going to be late for work, jumped in the shower as Jim slid his cock back into my ass which was, of course, still full of their loads. He kissed and fucked me, building up to blowing yet another load into my ass, just as Rick stepped back into the bedroom from the shower. We fucked several more times over the next couple of years and I always felt a connection to both of them. Each time we fooled around I went back home utterly exhausted, my ass loaded with cum.

3 loads on jan 1st 2 loads on jan 2 and 3rd and 3 already today! Happy slut so far this year ;-) If u are a rough poz top hit me up on bbrts (ShootInsideMe). In London until Sunday then back in NYC

Dark is where my mind likes to go. On the way to the car i can tell you are struggling. And telling me you would give me anything if i would let you go. So when we get to the black Durango i tell you "Take off your clothes. I want to keep your ruined clothes as a memento of tonight." You are even more nervous as we are standing in a public parking lot. Your ass has been exposed the whole time but the rest of u has at least been covered. Thinking this is the agreement you giving me the clothes and u get to go free you start to to take them off slowly and mildly ashamed. Your shirt comes off easily and i groan knowing i will be getting those nips pierced and worn out hard. I then slap you across the face for taking so long. You tear up for a minute and then go to start again. You look down at your pants and are concerned because of the leash that is attached to the butt plug in your ass and my hand. Your are scared and you start to ask how you are supposed to do this but just get punched in the gut. Get naked now boy. This sets you off and u decide you are going to fight me but one good tug on your plug and you are screaming and begging. I repeat get naked. You then decide to try. You slide your jeans down over the leash and try your best to keep it from pulling. I am giving you no slack. Finally you realize you have to hurt yourself to get them off and u try to be quick about it in the end. The pull and pain in your ass is immense. Finally free of the jeans the underwear you decide to rip the rest of the way off and take the elastic off over your head. And now there you stand. Naked, impaled, leashed, crying. and wishing you were anywhere but here. But for some unknown reason u are leaking precum. not really hard but u are leaking. "Pick up your clothes and hand them to me" Before you think about it you respond "Yes, Master" "Good i'm glad you've decided that is what i am" "Fuck, no. I mean you have to let me go" "I have to fucking own and breed you is what i have to do" "But I have so much i want to do" "U need to be bred and owned. Now shut up" Once again i slap you. Then to cause u more pain i pinch the hell out of one of your nips. "Now open the bag in the back seat and put those on." Hoping for clothes to cover your naked body you look in the bag and only find leather wrist and ankle cuffs and a blindfold. You turn to complain and as you do you see me throw your clothes in the trashcan in front of my car. Hoping i had released the leash you look and as you do i pull on it hard to remind you that it is still attached. "Get dressed bitch. I can't properly restrain you if you don't get dressed." Crying you put on your ankle restraints and wincing in pain every time you bend over. Then looking at the wrist cuffs u look at me. "Fine bitch i will put them on for you, but it will cost you. Sit on the pavement and put your hands over your head." Doing so isn't easy and having to sit down on that plug is torture. You seem to be struggling so i push you over and down. You scream. "Hands up" Once you comply i step forward in front of you to put your cuffs on. Doing so i put my shoe just barely on your nut sack. Knowing i am pinching it. Also u can smell the cum and blood on my running shorts. You groaning and whining into my balls just makes me hard. "Fuck man, now i have to get off again. This is just going to make your piercing fuck later take that much longer." I pull you by the plug in your ass and then to the back of the truck. You are stumbling, sore, and in too much pain to protest much. As i open the back hatch of the SUV u see what is a well used sling hanging from two slider bars on the ceiling of the truck. Obviously the back row of the truck is missing. I slide it out and lower it down so I can throw you back into it. "I don't wanna fuck u here in this lot. I don't care if you get busted for public exposure, but i have a job to think about" Locked into place with the cuffs and key locks i hoist you back into the truck and close the hatch. I then leave you there to think as you hear the doors lock.

Once my cock is clean. I ask rex if he wants to fuck you. He says no, maybe once ur hole is more beat up and used to the abuse, he likes them loose and sloppy. I tell him i understand, i like makinging thay way. He just grins and says he knows. I then ask the boys to hold u for a minute so i can inspect ur hole. They stand u up and the bend u over. Holding ur arms behind ur back. I pry ur cheeks apart and stare at ur wet pink hole with the tell tale snail slime line running away from ur fuck chute that is now the center of ur soul. I lick the line of slime to see how u taste. Pungent but delicious. "Mark give me your spiked plug." I say. "What Ryan?" "You walk with too much joy and pain when u have that plug i got you in ur ass. I will get u a new and better one but i wasn't planning on his ass being this beat up before i got him home and i need to seal this hole up. Rex take it out of him and give it to me. Then put ur finger wearing ur rugby ring in his hole as u walk to the club." "Yes, sir." they chime in togeather. Releasing u i grab ur arms to hold u in place. You watch in fear as rex pulls a metal plug out of marks ass as mark moans loadly. It is a metal plug. It doesn't look huge but it comes to a fine point at the top and there are broad based bumps coming to points sticking out from the sides in semi random looking pattern including 3 on the thin part meant to lock the plug in ur ass. The base also had a ring on it. Rex hands it to me as it drips ass juice and maybe a little cum. "I get these specially made for me. Now let me get it into u before it gets too dry." I squeeze it into ur ass as u try to scream byt mark was smart enough to cover ur mouth as it goes in. Once it is in place your tears are constant. And u have a dull continuous whine. Mark releases u and i add the lead mark hands me to the ring now sticking out of ur ass. Both boys give u a rough kiss as they enjoy ur tears and pleas and then with a good tug and a jolt of pain we are off to the car.

Now that your ass is a battered filled hole i feel it relaxing, loving on my cock as it holds the cum in and your self together. So naturally i start smacking u, pushing my cock at odd angles to tighten ur ass back up. "Keep all my cum in ur ass. You're going to need it" I finally start withdrawing my cock right before u remove it completely i reach around and squeeze ur nuts hard knowing it will make clench up and you do pushing the last bit of my dick out of ur hole while keeping my dna floating in ur gut. As u start to feel the cool breeze on ur now wet cum receptacle and want to cry more i turn u around, give u a hard grinding kiss. Thump ur wet cumhole with my fingers to feel u squirm. Then push u down to ur knees to clean my cock. I hold ur head and make u look into my eyes. "Ur gonna clean it off, no teeth, cry if u have to, choke if u have to, drool and snot till u drowned, but if i feel one tooth or i feel like ur spitting out anything that comes out of my cock and u will regret it." You put me in your mouth and clean my dick, tasting ass, cum, and a bit of coppery blood. Ur eyes fill with tears as u taste the blood knowing i am not done with u yet. The more u lick and swallow the more u keep finding small hidden spaces at the base of my cock that have small pockets of flavor. Then all of the sudden i piss one good quick stream in your mouth to see how u react. U gag and try to spit but i shove my cock in and hold ur cheeks. You manage to choke it down. "Good whore. Swallow that golden juice. There is more to cum later" At that i stand u up. As u stand i cup ur exposed ass inmy hand and I shove my middle finger in your sore hole and tell you its time to go. Your legs are week and u are leaning into my hand and thus implaling urself on my finger so u can walk. We have to walk several blocks to my car. But amazingly enough there aren't many people around. I feel u relaxing and enjoying my finger as we are going until u see 2 guys walking towards us on the side walk. One is a tall blonde, broad sholdered, small gut, looks like he used to play rugby. The other is shorter but still works out alot. Ur ass clenches my finger like it wants to bite it off. I start pumping and stretching ur hole to try and make u relax. Finally i say hi to Rex and Mark as we get closer and ur hole tightens more. "Fresh piece of trade Ryan?" Rex, the blonde asks. "A newly invented one actually." I reply. "Oh, are u sharing? Or do u have plans for this one?" Mark askes. "I always have plans for u boys, you know that Mark. " Mark grins sheepishly and says "i know, but can we have a taste of this boy" "What are ur number's?" I ask. "3, 2, 9" mark says. "1, 9, 4" Rex says. "Mark u can fuck him, no lube. Rex i need to see that hole that has nine loads in it." At that i spin u around by the finger in ur ass and hand u to mark ass first. "Dont worry boy, this is just a quick stop before i get u home. Look only at me as he fucks u." Mark was hard from the moment he saw u with me. He had his cock out and pushing against your ass hole right there on the street before u knew what was happening. Rex pulls the back of his pants down and then bear hugs u. He is taller than u so ur face is at the top of his chest. He starts pulling ur hair and u feel him tense as i slide my cock into his wet fuckhole. U are looking over rexs sholder right in my eyes. And then the shooting pain happens as Mark sinks his cock into ur sore ass. You feel something cold and old about his cock too. Your scream is muffled into Rex's sholder. Suddenly there is a slap across the face. "I know that prince albert hurts but i told u to look me in the eye. That doesnt mean u get to close them just because u are in pain." I say Rex says "Why are your studs out Ryan?" "Breaking in fresh meat, i will tenderize it at home, but wanted one where he wasnt going to leave my shorts a bloddy mess first." "So am i his first metal cock?" Mark asks. "Yep, so make sure u hit the same spot on his inner wall, i already found the good spot and squirted all over it." "Got it, this boy is tight im not gonna last." "Squirt deep and tell him what hes getting" Suddenly shaking Mark digs deep into ur ass and says "one fresh poz metal load." And then i see ur tears coming back and i can't take it anymore. I blow in Rex "i wish i could give u number 10, Rex but i have work to do" "Thank u sir. I understand" "Dont let our boy go yet. I know u wanna clean my dick off but hes not ready to be let go just yet." "Yes sir" I pull my semi hard dick out of rex and go to beside mark. " u pull out of him and im gonna stick my slime covered dick from rex in his hole." I put my hand under your ass as he pulls out to catch the pink slime i know is cumming. He pulls out and sure enough a dolop of pure pink heaven lands on my hand. I taste it as i shove my cock back in ur hole. Hiting every side wall and back wall i can find. Trying to rub all of rexs loads into ur ass. I then tell rex he can let u go. He drops immediately to his knees and cleans marks dick at which point u finally see the 2 gauge prince albert that was rattling around in ur hole. It is pink and frothy before it disappears into rexs mouth and cums out clean. I remove my cock from ur ass and push u down. U have learned and open ur mouth.

Just home from getting bred. Cum in my hole as I type this. Thick black vers Bottom fucked me good. Best thing is he's around the corner and we're will have a repeat! He loved my jock strap being his handle to hold steady with.

What makes me a whore: 1) having no idea of the number of guys I've slept with in my lifetime (I couldn't even get it to within 100 if my LIFE depended on it) 2) having had a host of STDs (comes with whoredom unfortunately) 3) finding random phone numbers in my phone of guys I've fucked and that I sincerely don't remember 4) fucking and getting fucked bb by guys in bars, saunas, cinemas, parks, at home, their homes 5) Being embarrassed if my friends and co-workers knew or found out about me 6) Sitting quietly when others are called whores knowing full well that I've got them beat 7) Advertising a cummy hole and having guys add their load 8) Learning to speak 3 additional languages to increase my chances of getting laid 9) Taking loads from men who I know are in relationships 10) Posting/sending pics to guys with cum running out of my ass I'm sure there's more but if the above don't make me a whore, then whores don't exist. LOL.

I would take load after load from pozbrad until he successfully knocked me up

I'm very much into physical pain caused by muscles, fists and boots. Not so much into whips or other SM toys, but when I get a real beating, I get so fucking horny! Only once I accidentally got into a real fight, where the guy was honestly trying to beat the living shit out of me. I woke up in hospital later, but I remember during the punches and kicks I came twice into my pants...

I'd love him to breed me when's good and ripe. He's so hot in an almost non-attractive way. Hard to explain.

2. Jon "Got a package for you," the guard said. I looked up from my phone to see Hector looking at me. I hoped it was the package I had been expecting. It was an important part of my plans for Seth's party, and I had been worried it wouldn╒t get here in time for the weekend. "Thanks," I said. "It's in the back." Hector said. I felt a knot in my stomach. I knew where this was leading. "And where's Cal been? I haven't seen him for a few days." I had just come from the gym, and the workout had left me not just sweaty, but also horny. Still, I wasn't sure if I was ready for Hector. "He's been in Austin for work this week," I said. "Too bad," Hector said. "I've been missing him." Hector rubbed his crotch. There was no doubt why the burly Latino was missing Cal. Cal was usually the one who satisfied Hector's needs. Hector was the prototypical security guard, insecure and eager to assert his authority. Mixed with a deep insecurity about his sexuality, it was a toxic combination and it was reflected in his approach to sex. He was rough and aggressive, with a tendency to be very verbal and abusive. More than once, Cal had come up to the apartment with tears streaming down his face and bruises on his body. With Cal away, the job of satisfying Hector's dark, uncut cock was going to fall to me. "Me too," I said, as Hector motioned for me to head to the storage room in the back. The security guard put up a sign "Back in ten minutes." Not that he cared when he got back, but it would help to bound the experience. "He's back late tonight." "Yeah?" he said. "But my shift ends at 7:00." It was going to be me pleasuring him tonight. I couldn't tell if Hector was in a good mood or not, but it didn't matter. His cock was already stirring. As far as his penis was concerned, it didn't matter what I wanted. All that mattered was what Hector needed. He opened the door to the storage room. "Can't last that long?" It was my cock talking. As soon as I said it, I regretted it. Hector could barely control his sexuality, and never joked about it. I sometimes wondered if what Cal and I did for him was a safety valve, letting him release his tensions in a controlled way with participants that at least knew what they were getting into. I walked into the storage room. It was not the first time I had been in it, but it had been several months since the last time. As always, there was the single flickering fluorescent bulb, barely illuminating the room. Against the far wall, the locked cage ran the width of the room. It had only been a few weeks ago that I had come home and had to claim Cal from the cage. He bruised and bloodied from Hector's "games." Luckily, I had only been in the cage once, and I shivered at the memory. I wondered once again what I had just volunteered for. As I looked around the room, I noticed something new, a ratty old mattress, stained and dirty. It was in one corner of the cage. It was hard to tell if being thrown on the dirty mattress was a better outcome than just lying on the cold floor. "Shut up faggot," Hector said. It wasn't the words but the tone that hammered home the reality of the situation. Even though I was scared of what would happen next, my cock was playing traitor as it lengthened and hardened in my jeans. "On your knees." I fell to the ground in a motion that felt more like an involuntary reflex than a choice. I looked up at the Latino. He was smiling, the bulge in his khakis painfully obvious. Reverentially, he undid his belt. For him, it was a symbol of his power, and therefore, it required the utmost respect. I had watched the first time Cal had casually tossed it aside. The welts on his ass took two weeks to fully disappear. "You know what to do cocksucker," he said. I nodded and undid his pants, exposing a pair of white briefs, already stretched nearly to breaking point by his uncut cock. I pulled down his briefs, and his cock sprang free. It was thick, dark and despite how hard he was, the head was still covered by his foreskin. I would be lucky if Hector would use any lube to make the fuck bearable, much less some poppers or tina to make it fun. The Latino approached fucking as a zero-sum game, where any pleasure I got was less pleasure he got. For Hector, even me sucking his cock was an excuse to find new ways to get me to gag. I opened my mouth, taking the very tip of his cock into my body. Gently, I probed under his foreskin. If I knew Hector, he had spent most of the afternoon surfing the Internet for porn. The big breasts and wet cunts he had found had made him drip a bit, and the pre-cum had accumulated under his cockhood. "Oh fuck yeah, cocksucker. Lick up that sweat," he grunted, shoving his cock a bit further into my mouth. "Mmmmph," I said, working my way down his thick shaft. The entire encounter had happened so fast that I didn't really have a chance to get into the right headspace. From our idle chatter in the lobby to me on my knees sucking his cock, it had been barely five minutes. Nevertheless, my mood did not matter. I had to deep-throat the Latino. Hector hated any other lube than spit, so deep throating him was essential. My saliva would be my only respite from his ass pounding. "All the way down, faggot," he said. "Make my cock happy." I exhaled and focused on the cock already pressing against the back of my throat. "Yeah, it'll make your throat sore. But you like that." Hector grabbed the back of my head. "Come on. How many times have you done this before?" I didn't want to count; that would involve re-living the most extreme moments. I remembered the time he had practically choked me with his dick. He pulled it out only seconds before I blacked out. "Do it," he said, forcing my head down on his manhood. "Uuuuugh," I moaned, as the thick head forced itself into my throat. I had to take it, but every ounce of my being rebelled against the humiliation of his utter domination of my throat. "Eeease?" I grunted, begging him to let up on me. "Fucking feels so good cocksucker," he said. "No way am I gonna give up on this." He held my head in place; my nose rubbing against his closely trimmed pubes. There was the faint scent of soap, and the much stronger odor of sweat. In other words, he smelled like a man. He thrust his hips forward, forcing his steel shaft further in my mouth. "I know faggot. You can't get enough of a real man's cock." I looked up at him, silent and desperate. He was staring down at me, smiling broadly. His cock twitched, delivering a payload of pre-cum that landed straight in my stomach. He knew that every movement of his body was another ordeal as I struggled to accommodate his thickness. My obvious discomfort at sucking his cock only made him harder. Suddenly, he yanked his cock out of my throat and mouth. The removal was almost worse than the original penetration. But, the spasms subsided quickly once his cock was out of my mouth. "Stand up," he said, stepping back. He had decided that his cock was wet and hard enough to shove into my ass. I stood up quickly. "Bend over," he said. I bent over, leaning my weight against one of the shelves. It was full of packages waiting to be picked up. "Lower," he said, motioning me to rest against only the second shelf from the bottom. I stood up long enough to kick off my pants, then forced myself in the awkward and revealing posture he had demanded. As ambivalent as he might have been about gay sex, Hector still knew exactly what he was doing. By forcing me to brace myself against the lower shelf, I had to spread my legs wide, which forced my ass up. I could feel the chill of cool air against my hole. It reminded me just how exposed and vulnerable I had let myself become. In the position I had now assumed, there was no way for me to resist Hector's inevitable attack. My hole was exposed and ready for him to penetrate. The sudden chill awoke something dark and evil lurking within my body. I was no stranger to the passions of my virus. At the worst moments, it would stir, and assert itself. It wanted companionship, and it knew the best way to get it was through fluid exchange. Now aroused it asserted itself and made my only thought the need to get fucked. Hector grabbed onto my waist with one hand, and spat on his cock. Even when he had the time, he hated lube. "You know. Spit is all that a cocksucker deserves." He positioned his dick against my hole, pausing for a moment. "Let me in," he said, as he pressed harder and forced himself into me. As he entered, his foreskin peeled back, exposing his swollen cockhead. At least there was a bit of pre-cum to lubricate his penetration, but it was hardly enough. Not that it mattered. My virus was in control now and it wanted cum even more than Hector needed to drain his balls. I grunted, shifting my weight to try to get into a better position. "Stay cocksucker," he said, using his free hand hold me in place. "This is how I want it." I stopped squirming. I could feel each millimeter of his cock as it pressed into ass. Since I had no chance to prepare, his dick was a burning poker invading me. I moaned, more from pain than any kind of pleasure. "That's a real man in your ass," he said. He pushed further into me, the skin of his shaft rubbing against the tender walls of my ass. I closed my eyes, dreaming of even a drop of lube to make it easier to bear. "It's the kind of cock you dream about, faggot." "So fucking tight," Hector said. His cock was only seven or eight inches long, but it was thick. He was stretching me out. "Almost all in." I allowed myself a breath and forced myself to relax even more. Unfortunately, like Hector, the virus did not believe in pleasure. All it wanted that afternoon was another man in me, another chance to get re-infected. As I exhaled, his cock slid deeper into me and his thick pubes brushed against my buttocks. "It's all the way in, cocksucker," he said, and almost immediately, pulled back out. "Now the fun can really begin." I gasped, only to be rewarded with another hard thrust back into my hole. This time, it was at an angle and his dickhead rubbed against fresh parts of my hole. Hector was trying to find the sweet spot that maximized both his pleasure my discomfort. He knew what he was doing, and quickly found a rhythm of thrusts, parries, and withdrawals that left me breathless and sweating. He now had both hands on my waist and held me in place. It meant there was no relief for my aching thighs or sore ass. The only relief was that he was dripping pre-cum into me. If we kept this up long enough, I would be properly lubricated, and his fucking wouldn't be quite as harrowing. "Oh yeah," Hector said. "Almost there, cocksucker." "Please," I moaned. I wasn't sure if the voice was me begging for the fuck to end, or my virus, begging for his load. My arms were getting tired from supporting myself and pushing back against his pounding. His pre-cum was making his thrusts a little more bearable, but each one was still a painful reminder of his utter dominance over me. "Please," I grunted again. "Faggot begging for a man's load," Hector said. "Fucking the way the world should work." He slammed his cock deep into my hole and held it there. Of course, this was the moment where he had opened me up and lubricated me enough that his thrusts were no longer painful. He knew how to time it perfectly; when it became even slightly pleasurable for me, it was time for the encounter to end. "Fucking taking my load." His shaft throbbed. "Fucking breeding that faggot hole." The first spurt of cum was like a bullet, colliding with my body, lodging itself deep. Three more spurts followed in quick succession, each punctuated by a grunt of pleasure. As he filled me, my virus was briefly satiated. I no longer had the utter compulsion for sperm. I had a shining moment of clarity and was able to see myself in perfect understanding. Unfortunately, I was still bent over, practically naked, with another man's semen dripping out of my ass. It was not how I wanted to imagine myself. Afterwards, he paused for a moment, slowly working his load into my ass. "Hope JP likes sloppy seconds, faggot," he said. He pulled his cock out quickly, sending fresh bolts of pain through my body. Before I could even recover, he had put his dick back in his briefs, pulled up his pants and re-adjusted his belt. "Your package is there, cocksucker," he said, pointing to a small box practically covered in shipping labels in English and Chinese. He slapped my ass. It was harder than it needed, and I only barely caught myself from crashing into the shelf. "Clean your self up and take it." With nary another word, Hector left the storage room, leaving me still mostly naked, bent over, with a few drops of his seed dripping out of my ass. I stood up slowly, trying not to move too fast and cause my aching muscles to enter spasms of protest. I pulled on my underwear and pants, and grabbed the package Hector had pointed to. When I stepped out of the storage room, Hector was already back at his desk. I could see a picture of a naked woman on his screen, her legs spread and her fingers sliding into her cunt. He made no acknowledgement of my presence as I walked to the elevators. In the elevator, I shook the box, but there was no sound to reveal anything about the contents. It was both re-assuring and nerve-wracking. It had been a very complex order, and I was terrified that it would get messed up in critical ways. The elevator quickly took me up the fifty-odd floors to the condo, dropping me off in the foyer. I kicked off my shoes, and headed to the kitchen. "Hello?" I called out. Cal was still away, but I hoped that Jean-Paul had beaten me back home. "Welcome home," Jean-Paul called back. It sounded like he was in the living room. "I'm in the kitchen, JP," I said. I found a pair of scissors, and started to carefully cut the packing tape from the box. "What's in the box?" I looked up to see JP standing in the doorway. He was wearing a pair of sweat pants and nothing else. "Gym, then shower. Didn't see much point in getting fully dressed again." I could jus barely see his penis outlined in the sweats. It reminded me of what I had just done. It also reminded me that Hector's cum had only partially satiated my needs. "No complaints about that here," I said. JP's cock grew slightly in his sweat pants. I opened the box, and pulled out a few sheets of Chinese newspaper, and extracted two bags stuffed full of oblong blue pills. I had ordered about 300 of them; eyeballing the bags, it looked about right. JP walked over to me, pressing his body against mine. He was warm and the contours of his body were infinitely familiar and comfortable. "I thought those were Viagra," he said. "But Truvada?" "Well, kind of," I said. I pulled out another bag; this one was just as full. "These are for our boy tomorrow night." "Seth?" JP asked. "Yeah." I opened one of the bags, and extracted a pill. "Sugar pills," I said. "We'll replace his with the fakes." I had the idea several months earlier, in the quiet, dark hours of the night when the only ones awake were the ones driven by demons too powerful for mortals to defeat. That night, my demons had been crystal meth and three unknown, erect men. "Fuck," JP said. "You're a twisted fucker." He was now pressed up against my back. I could feel his cock grow as he thought through the implications of what I had just said. We would be fucking Seth raw and Seth, of course, would let us inject him full of our poz cum. He thought the pills he was taking would protect him. But he would be wrong. It would be just like a good old-fashioned stealthing, only far more dark, evil and perverted. "I learned from the best," I said. I pulled out one last bag. This one had only about 30 white tablets in them. "And those?" "Just some molly." "And the student becomes the master," JP said. "Well, even so, maybe you can give me a refresher course," I said. His cock was pressed against my back. Even though Hector had just fucked me, the virus was insistent. It needed more. It especially needed a poz man's sperm. "You sure?" JP asked. "We gotta save something for Seth, you know." "One last one?" I asked. I was already undoing my belt, racing to get out of my clothes. "I guess," JP said. He pushed down his sweats, letting his cock spring free. I finally got my pants off, and started to unbutton my shirt. "I can probably manage one load for you, my needy man." "You have no idea," I said. I wanted JP's cock. I needed his poz cum. "I think I know you well enough to know how badly you need cock." "Hector," I started. "You already have a load up there?" JP asked. He loved it when I came pre-seeded. I tossed my shirt into a corner, and nodded. "Yeah." "Oh hell yeah," JP said. "You need another load up that hot, greedy hole of yours?" "Fuck yeah," I said. "You need a recharge? Get you primed and ready for our innocent boy tomorrow night?" "I do." JP lifted me onto the kitchen table. The wood was warm against my skin, but as JP buried his face in my ass, I barely even noticed where I was. "Mmmm," he said. His tongue was probing my hole, darting in and out of me. He was trying to find the hidden pockets of cum that were still in my hole. "I can taste his cum." "Are you still?" I asked. "Off meds?" JP replied. After so many years together, we didn't need to complete sentences to know what the other was thinking. "Yeah," he continued. "It's been about a week now." "You must be pretty potent by now." "I hope so. For Seth's sake. Tonight, however, it's all yours." He stood up and spun me around. My head was now hanging off the side of the table, his erection standing up stiffly in front of me. It was beautiful, familiar presence; I had long ago lost track of all the times we had fucked. "Come on," he said, putting his warm hands on the side of my head, and gently holding me in place as he pushed his cock towards me. "Suck my cock. Get me hard," he said, as if he wasn't already hard enough. "Fucking beautiful cock," I said. "Beautiful, AIDS-infected cock." "It infected you," JP said. "It did." I replied. I opened my mouth and took the very tip of his cock. I barely brushed my tongue across it, but even so could taste the intense, bitter taste of his pre-cum. He had always tasted bitter, but it was not an unpleasant taste. Like a fine Islay scotch, it had grown on me and I reveled in its complexities and changes as his health and viral load ebbed and flowed. It took only one taste for me to realize how potent he was. Tomorrow he would be even more deadly. The drugs we all took worked extremely well, and when JP stopped them, his virus came back with a vengeance. JP's high viral load would be an added reward for Seth this weekend, albeit one he would not have chosen for himself. "I can taste the virus in your pre-cum," I said. "I know," JP said. "I can tell you love it." He was right. It reminded me of when we were first dating and when HIV was far scarier. JP had been there for me, helping me accept his poz cock and take his infected loads. He had been there for me when I had gotten sick, fucking me repeatedly to make sure I was sure to convert. It was so perfect that he had done it to me. Even now, I would jerk off thinking about those weeks. JP was pushing his cock deeper into my mouth and soon he was pressing against the back. I swallowed and let him enter my throat. Although JP was thick, I had gotten used to him. There were only a few seconds of discomfort before I acclimated to his familiar girth. "That's right, boy. Take it all." "Please," I murmured, as best I could with his cock buried in my throat. I wanted him to force his cock into me and to take me once more. He was only a few years older than me, but his hair was already the perfect mixture of salt and pepper. I thought it was hot; it made him even more of the daddy he already was. "Fuck me," I grunted, staring at the black and white hair of his pubes. He held my head in place as he pushed his cock deeper into me. Although I should have expected it, the first time was still a surprise. I forced myself to adjust to it, fighting back the urge to gag. "Come on, take it," JP said. "Take my diseased cock." I closed my eyes and relaxed. Before I knew it, my lips were pressed up against the base of his dick, and my nose was nestled against his heavy balls. This was one of the most perfect configurations for two men to be in: one man buried deep in the throat of another man. Just as soon as I had gotten used to it, and right as I began to savor it, JP pulled his cock out. But immediately, he sunk it right back into me. I was surprised by how forceful he was, and once more had to force myself not to gag. JP usually took his time and let me get used to him. But tonight, there was urgency in his actions. "Fuck," JP said. "I'm not sure what's into me tonight. I gotta get off." He pulled his cock out again. It was as hard as it ever was, and was now dripping wet from my spit. "The virus is in your brain," I said. "It needs to spread." "You're right," he said. He let go of my head and stepped back. "Wanna go to the bedroom?" he asked me. I pulled myself up and sat on the counter. "You going to breed me? Make me your infected poz man?" "My diseased husband," he said, smiling. He extended his hand. I grabbed it, and followed him into the bedroom. In the bedroom, he grabbed my other arm and tossed me onto the bed. Jon-Paul was six inches taller than me, and at least fifty pounds heavier. All of that extra weight was muscle. When we wrestled, I always lost. "You are going to get fucked good," he said. "Infected with some new strain of virus." "I hope so," I said. I pushed the covers back, leaned up against the pillows, and spread my legs. "All yours, my poisonous stud." JP got on the bed, and knelt between my legs. I handed him a bottle of lube. "You think you need this?" he asked. "Don't you already have another man's cum up there?" I nodded. "Just a bit," I said. "I guess," JP said. He grabbed one of my legs and pushed me back, exposing my hole even more. He squeezed a bit of the lubricant out of the bottle, directly onto my hole. "You've got a drop of cum leaking out," he said. Pre-seeded holes were one of his biggest turn-ons; his eyes were wide and eager to pound my hole. He poured a thin bead of the fluid onto his erection and gave it a few strokes. "I'm a slimepit," I said. "I know." "Not yet," JP said. He had navigated his cock to my hole, and it was now pressing against me insistently. By now, after all the years together we knew each other's bodies completely and instinctively. Even tweaked up, in a dark maze, I could always steer my cock directly into JP's throat. He had the same navigation talents when it came to my body. "One load does not a cumdump make, much less a slime pit." "You need to fix that," I said. Before I could say anything else, he pushed his cock into me. I gasped, from a perfect mixture of surprise, delight, and discomfort. As JP started to find a rhythm of fucking me, the surprise and discomfort disappeared and all that remained was pleasure. JP leaned in and gave me a kiss. "I can feel that load inside you," he said, before pushing his tongue back into my mouth. "How many loads is Seth going to get?" he asked. "As many as we can give him," I said. "As many as it takes to infect him." "But he thinks this is perfectly safe? That PrEP is going to protect him?" "Yeah," I said. I clenched my ass tight around JP's cock, wanting to milk out more of his toxic pre-cum. "And he thinks all of us are on meds." "Other than you, me and Cal, who's coming?" JP licked my ear, sending waves of pleasure over my body, all of them converging on my hole. "Ohhh, baby," he murmured as he felt my hole twitch. "Just us tomorrow night," I replied, trying to ignore the pleasure I was feeling. "Pizza, poppers, and pozzing." "You mean supper, smoke, and stealthing, right?" "Hell yeah," I said. "Then, Saturday, we've got Jesse, Max, Dennis, Nathan and Jason and Sean and Vic." "How much cock is this boy going to take? Max and Sean and Vic are pretty big." "You're at least as big as all of them," I said. I reached down and grabbed his muscular ass. I pulled him closer. It gave me a chance to feel his hairy chest rub against mine, but also get another half inch of cock in me. "And you said Dennis and Jesse as well?" I nodded. "They've been off drugs for how long?" "Resistant for Dennis. Jesse never even took them." "That's right. But it's like bringing a nuclear warhead to a high school wrestling match. He doesn't stand a chance." I nodded again. Dennis had stopped drugs a few months ago, when his virus became resistant to one of the medicines. The last time I had seen him, he had been gaunt and slow, like all his energy was being sucked up by the virus. But the disease had not affected his cock; it was as hard and powerful as ever. Jesse, on the other hand, still looked like the model he once was, albeit with a bit of grey in his goatee. He had never taken drugs at all. He thought they interrupted the universe's master plan, in which his disease was a small part of some grand and perfect design. "But what about you?" I asked. "I tasted your pre-cum tonight. If they are a nuclear weapon, you're a fucking neutron bomb." "You could tell?" JP asked. He slowed down his insistent pounding, and kissed me. "That's fucking hot." I could. It wasn't very accurate, but he tasted metallic, almost poisonous when his viral load was high. "Yeah," I said. "You know I can. And from your precum tonight, you're a deadly stud of a man." "All the better to infect my special studs with. All the best for our special guest this weekend." "Yeah, and speaking of special guests, Tina will also be making an appearance on Saturday. Vic said he would hook us up." "Drugs and sex, and poz men?" JP asked. "Everything after this weekend is going to be a let down for Seth." "Yeah," I said, laughing. "You're probably right." "Another let down?" JP asked. I nodded. "Cal's gonna get home and there's going to be no cum left for him." "It's going to be even worse this weekend. He's gonna be a hungry boy by the end, seeing Seth get all the loads." "And he's gonna be even more jealous of the load Hector gave you." He pressed his dick into me, finding another reservoir of the Latino's jizz. "So fucking hot, you taking that load, and bringing it home for me to fuck into you." "I want to be your slut," I said. "I know. But you have such a nice cock yourself. You shouldn't deny men the pleasure of it." "Nor my load." "Your foul, polluted cum," JP said. He reached down and grabbed my cock. It was rock-hard, and already dripping some pre-cum. He rubbed his finger in the slick fluid, and then put the finger in his mouth. "But still so sweet. The drugs are working?" "Yeah, last test was about a month ago and I was all clean." "Except for your mind," JP said. "The boy has no clue what he's getting himself into." "A nest of vipers," I said. "Deadly vipers." "And this viper is getting ready to bite." "Shoot its venom into me," I said. JP had been playing with both my body and my mind. Between his fucking and his dirty talk, he had pushed me into a dark headspace, where I almost believed that his cock was a thick, fat snake. It was biding its time and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. "Oh fuck yeah," JP grunted as he shoved his snake into my hole. "Gonna breed my man's slut hole." He was still for a moment, enjoying the sensation of his cockhead swimming in Hector's load. He exhaled. At the same moment, his cock swelled and spurted. His cum shot out of his dick, into my waiting ass. "Take my AIDS cum," he moaned. "Give it to me," I said. "Re-charge my hole." "Hell yeah," JP said. His hips were thrusting into me again, smearing his fresh cum against my hole while at the same time, working Hector's load into me as well. Each thrust was marked by another throb of his cock as he ejaculated more of his virus-ridden sperm into me. "Can't ever get enough of you." "I'm jealous of every load I don't get," I said. "I know." He leaned in and started to kiss me. "You are still my favorite. And each year, you only get hotter." As JP's orgasm faded, we continued to make out. We each were constantly adjusting our position, making sure that JP's cock stayed in me. But, eventually, JP began to get soft and my legs got sore. "Dinner?" he whispered in my ear. "Sure," I said. We slowly disentangled, finding excuses to slap each other's balls, nibble on a nipple, or just make out that left us in bed another fifteen minutes. Finally we stood up and we each pulled on a pair of sweats. I took a piss, and JP headed to the kitchen. The rest of the evening was uneventful. JP made dinner, we curled up on the couch and watched some TV, and then we went to bed. Around midnight, we were momentarily awoken by Cal coming back and crawling in between us. I wrapped my arms around the lanky young man and nestled my erect penis between his muscular ass cheeks. I quickly fell back to sleep, dreaming of an angry virus, desperate to spread itself to every unsuspecting, horny man.

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