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Scared Virgin Wants Pozzing Mike just turned 18, but he knew what he wanted. He wanted bare raw sex with men. He wanted a man's hot semen in his ass, even a man's hot piss. He didn't care if it was poz or neg, but right now he wanted poz, he wanted to end the fear and free himself. The only trouble is he wanted it to be given to him while making love, not just be fucked. He wanted some passion in it. Mike got on to a match site posting his desires. He got a response from a mid thirties guy named Cole, who was active and didn't have a problem being a gifter. In fact he said its been a fantasy of his to poz a young guy and help him to transition to a poz brother. The idea of it being a more passionate type of gifting actually turned Cole on even more. They set a Friday night to get together, and Mike told his parents he was staying at a friend's house, that way they could make a night and day of it. Every time Mike thought about the Friday coming up he'd start leaking precum, but he didn't allow himself to jack off. Mike was going to let his cum build up so his orgasm while being pozzed would be that much more special and strong. Friday finally came, and Mike almost did in the middle of class just thinking what was going to happen in a few hours. He was leaking so much precum he was developing a little spot in his jeans, both in front and dripping down between his balls. He couldn't wait to feel a cock in him, filling him, shooting in him. Mike got out of school, and jumped in his car to head to Cole's. His cock hard as a nail. While he was driving he had to keep adjusting his cock in his pants, which squeezed more precum up out of his cock, and through his underwear against his jeans. By the time he got to Cole's he had a rather large wet spot in the front of jeans, and his balls felt damp. Mike got up to the door, and Cole greeted him at the door. Cole was pleased with what he saw, a hot teen, with an even hotter wet bulging package. Mike loved that Cole was exactly as his picture looked. Cole grabbed Mike into a deep kiss, pushing his tongue into Mike's mouth. This made Mike moan, and he couldn't help but jet out a glob of precum, well actually it was a little cum too. "Come on in stud. I think I have surprise you'll love." Cole pulled Mike in, and shut the door behind him. Once he pulled Mike in, he reached down and pulled Mike's shirt off in quick sweep. Once his shirt was off, he attached Mike's neck, tickling it with his tongue and little bites. Not enough to leave a hicky mark, but enough to make Mike moan and leak more into his pants. When Mike looked up, he saw other guy his age in a jockstrap filming them. Mike inhaled a little more and squirmed a little. "This is Billy. He's a virgin too, more scared than you about breeding, but wanted to watch and film this for you. Is it okay?" "Yes! I'd love to be able to see my cherry pop later." Billy obviously had as big a hard on as Mike, clearly obvious in his jock. Billy picked up the camera to start his filming. He couldn't wait to watch Mike take a cock for the first time, and take a breeding. He only wished he had the courage to do the same. Cole leaned over and shoved his tongue into Mike's mouth, feeling down his bare back to edge of his pants. He carefully moved his hands between the pants band and underwear, down Mike's bare butt cheeks. Oh so smooth and tight. Mike moaned into Cole's mouth, and with hands moved down to the bottom of Cole's shirt and started lifting it. They broke their kiss, and Mike lifted Cole's shirt off. Cole was relatively hairy, compared to Mike's lack of hair, except for Mike's very dense inch wide treasure trail that lead down to a trimmed bush. Cole had a dense amount of hair all across his chest and stomach, with just slightly longer treasure trail. Mike leaned down and licked one of Cole's erect nipples. This caused Cole to moan out loud and pull Mike's head into his pec. Cole picked up Mike in his arms, bare chest to bare chest. "Come on Billy, time to film a cherry pop." Cole carried Mike back to the bedroom and Billy followed filming them. Once in the bedroom Cole put Mike on the bed and undid his jeans, and pulled everything off in one feel swoop. Mike's pubes were soaked in precum, and it was still pouring out of his hard cut cock. Cole bent down and licked across Mike's dick head. Mike moaned and spurted a little precum. Billy got a close up as Cole took Mike's head in his mouth. Cole loved the taste of Mike's sweet nectar. Cole then stood up and took off his pants, exposing his hard uncut cock for the boys to see. Billy gasped a little, so Mike looked over his body and moaned oh fuck. A little precum was glistening on the lips of Cole's foreskin. Cole got on the bed and knee walked up Mike's body until his cock was just touching Mike's lips. Mike stuck out his tongue and touched the lips of Cole's foreskin, pushing his tongue lightly into Cole's foreskin. Mike loved his first taste of a man's cock, the feel of the skin, the precum. Billy was busy filming closeup of Mike licking Cole's cock. His cock was feeling very cramped in his jock, and he pushed it off as he was filming. His cut cock standing straight out from his body. Billy unlike the other two was almost completely hairless, he kept his pubes shaved. He only had hair under his arms, and a little around his butt hole. "Right on buddy, get naked with us." Cole moaned. Cole began licking down Mike's body, again taking Mike's cock back in his mouth. Cole swirled his tongue around the head, getting all the precum of his cock as possible. He then licked down to Mike's balls, and tickled his balls with his tongue. Mike's moaning went up a little bit. Cole started lift up Mike's legs bringing Mike's hole into view. Cole then licked right down to the exposed hole. There was some hair around the hole, and spreading a little up the valley, which Cole loved. As soon as Cole's tongue touched Mike's hole, Mike almost screamed out. Mike didn't know this could feel so good. Cole ran his tongue all over the outside of Mike's hole, slowly teasing it with quick stabs with the tip of his tongue. Each time he stabbed a little deeper. All the while Billy was filming the on going, being sure to get a little bit of Mike's face to show what he was feeling, but not missing the hard core action below. Suddenly Mike's ass blossomed open, and Cole's tongue sank in to the depths of Mike's ass. Mike moaned and shot out a little cum as this happened. Cole just wagged his tongue inside Mike for a minute. Cole looked up to see Mike's little spurt of cum on his stomach. He dipped his finger in it and brought it to his mouth. Oh so nutty sweet. Cole saw Billy's hungry eyes on what he did, and took the last finger full of cum off of Mike, "Here buddy, try his cum, you know you want to. He's a Neg virgin like you, its not going to hurt you. Try it." And Cole moved his finger to Billy's mouth, and Billy just opened his mouth and accepted the finger full of cum. He couldn't believe how good it was. Cole looked and the lust filled Mike, "So do you just want me to take your cherry now, or would you like a little prep work that will help the breeding maybe take this first time?" "Lets go all the way, so I don't lose my nerve later. I want to be bred good." "You got it. Hey little buddy, you looked like you liked the taste of cum. Why don't you come down and try a little ass while I go get my prep tool. Come on, you know you want to try it. This is your chance to try a clean ass. But the camera down for minute, come try this sweet ass." Billy's lust was up, and he couldn't say no. He set the camera down on the bed, and got down between Mike's legs, and saw the hair hole winking at him. He bent down and touched his tongue directly to the winking hole. He heard Mike moan. "That's it buddy, shove your tongue in there. Get him ready for his prepping." Cole then pushed Billy's face into Mike's ass just as he started to stick his tongue in the hole, this caused Billy's tongue to really go in. Billy love the feel and taste of Mike's ass, and really started licking and tongue fucking him. Cole went into the bathroom and grabbed his toothbrush he'd been using. He'll just replace. As he came back to the bed, he grabbed lube out of the drawer as well. Billy stood up and grabbed the camera again. Cole took his place at Mike's ass. "Ok my little virgin chaser, this is to help prep you up. I'm just going to brush your insides up. I won't kid you, its going to smart a little." "Do it, I want it." Billy got ready to film this. He couldn't believe Mike agreed to having a toothbrush stuck up his ass. At the same time he thought it was hotter than hell. It made him leak little precum. Looking through the camera lens, he watched Cole lube up the toothbrush and then lube up Mike's hole. Then he watched as Cole put the brush against the winking hole. Then he saw the brush slowing sinking into that hole and Mike moaning. Billy than panned up to Mike's face, and he captured Mike's lust filled and a little pain look. Mike opened his mouth to breath and moan. Cole started to spin the brush around a little as well as slowly in and out. He pulled it all the way out to see how it looked it, and it was just ever so slightly pink, so not quite ready. So Cole slowly pushed the brush back in, and made light sawing motions. While he did this, he looked at Billy, and how he was sort of panting, and his cock was throbbing. "Hey film this when I pull the brush out. See how its coming out of his ass. Look at that color on there, that's much pinker, that means just a little more brushing and he'll be ready for the breeding. Say, you want to brush him a little? Come on down here, why don't you do a little." Billy set the camera down and came down where Cole was. "Here take the brush. Now slowly insert it in to his ass. That's it nice and slow. Move it all around inside him. That's it. You like getting him all prepped for a breeding?" All Billy could do was nod. He couldn't believe he was moving this around in Mike's ass. Watching it up close going in and out. "Okay, let me take it back, and you can film it coming it. I bet it'll be nice a red now. Pick up the camera and film it coming out." Billy picked up the camera and looking through the lens, he saw the brush slowly being pulled out. When the brush head came all the way out, it was noticeably red. "Yeah, your ready for breeding now. Look at the red color. That means your ass is all ready to be get bred and accept all that my cum has to give you." Cole set the brush down, and grabbed the lube. He started lubing up his cock real good, and put some more lube on and in Mike's hole. "Okay my worried virgin, its time. You ready to lose that cherry?" "Yes, god, yes. I want your dick in me now, please." Billy watched through the lens of the camera as Cole pulled is foreskin back and rubbed his head against Mike's hole. Carefully dipping in just a little and rubbing again. Then Cole slowly and carefully started pushing his cock in. When it was a little more that half way in, he panned up to Mike's face. He was breathing heavily from his mouth and his eyes were rolled back and he was moaning. Mike began heavily leaking precum out of his cock, you would think someone turned on a faucet. "I'm all the way in now. Feel my hard cock in you. Your cherry is all mine. Now to breed you. I'm not going to last long, your so nice and tight, and your ass keeps gripping my dick." Billy got up on the bed and straddled Mike so he could get a nice clear shot of Cole's dick sliding in and out. What a sight, Cole was so carefully moving his dick, nice and slow in and out. Mike looked up and saw Billy's tight little ass and balls hanging there in front of his face. Mike could help himself, he stuck his tongue out and licked Billy's balls. Doing this caused them to jump around in their sack. Billy almost dropped the camera went he felt his balls being licked. His cock started bouncing and splattering Mike's upper abs with his precum. As he was watching through the camera, he saw Mike's balls starting to really pull up to his body, and Mike's dick kept throbbing up with each thrust from Cole. "Okay bud, I'm getting really close, you ready for my cum, you ready to bred?" Mike stopped licking Billy's balls, "Yes, fuck yes. Give my your seed. Fuck it into me." Cole picked up his speed just a little. Suddenly he pushed in a little hard and did some quick jabs, and began groaning loudly. "Oh fuck, here it cums, I'm going to breed you now." Billy watched through the lens as Cole shoved hard and was shaking, and suddenly Mike's cock erupted with cum, and sprayed everywhere, including the camera lens. Billy got up off of Mike and set the camera down on the side bed table and then saw as Cole leaned into Mike and kissed him deeply, while we was still humping his spent dick into him. Billy's cock was throbbing to cum. Cole saw this and grabbed Billy's hard cock and started stroking it. "You need to cum to bud, lay down on the bed, lets let the prior virgin suck you off." Mike only smiled and moved over so Billy could lay down. Mike immediately attacked his hard cock, he loved Billy's sweet precum. Cole leaned in and whispered something into Mike's ear. Mike then licked down to Billy's balls, and Cole lifted Billy's leg, and Mike attacked the exposed hole. Billy couldn't believe the feeling, he loved the tongue on his ass. Mike then went back to Billy's cock just in time to catch the load as it fired out. The three then layed on the bed Mike pressed up against Billy, and Cole pressed up to Mike.

The encounter is a true story of my first time visiting Slammer, a raunchy sex club in Los Angeles. My name is Josh. I’m 28 y/o, 5’9, 145 lbs, with a smooth and nicely toned body from regular hours spent at the gym. All in all I’m a decently attractive guy who had been introduced to partying back in 2014, and ever since then my sex life has never been the same. I tend to have binge episodes where I don’t have sex for months, only to have my sexual appetite and tension build up to the point of exploding, resulting in a night or two or weekend of sexual frenzy. I had not had sex for over 2 months and I was really feeling horny. There was a top fuck buddy of mine that I had played with regularly. His name is Mark, he’s about late 40’s, fit and friendly white guy. He lived in downtown Los Angeles, had his own apartment, and he was always generous with his favors. In the past he had hosted me many times for some fun long sessions, and with my building horniness reaching a peak I messaged him asking what he was doing. After waiting a short while, he responded saying he could be free after 7 PM and that I should come over. At this point my hunger and anticipation had built to a climax and I prepared for the long night ahead by showering, putting on a black jockstrap under khaki shorts and a black tank top that fit just right to show off my lean body. I also put my laptop and chargers into a bag and drove the 20 minutes over to his place. When I got to Mark’s place he let me into his apartment and greeted me in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, barefoot, having just showered. He stood just slightly shorter than me, white-gray hair sparsely covering his toned pecs down to his lightly muscled stomach. He led me to the bedroom where there was a nice clean queen size bed with pillows, a closet with sliding door mirrors, and a TV facing the bedroom. I put down my belongings and immediately took off my tank top. “So can I offer you anything to drink or anything…?” He asked me, looking at my smooth body and smiling. I knew the game. He knew what I wanted and I didn’t hesitate to ask: “Could you smoke with me a little bit while I get comfortable?” I smiled bashfully as I asked – and when he heard my question his smile widened into a big grin. “I’d be happy to oblige. In the mean time while I get ready, why don’t you go ahead and pick out a movie.” Mark motioned to the DVD collection on the TV stand, and left me to go rummage in the closet for his supplies. His movie collection was extensive and I saw many of my favorite Treasure Island Media films as well as other bareback porn films. I chose one and popped it into the DVD and started it, just as he returned to me holding a little glass bong. Mark looked me in the eyes as he lit the torch and started to heat up the crystals inside. I watched intently as little wisps of smoke began to rise from the small hole in the bowl, at which Mark looked at me and nodded for me to go ahead. He held the bong pipe to my lips as I slowly and steadily began to inhale; slowly and steadily I heard the light bubbling as I inhaled, seeing the white smoke pass through the bong, through the pipe, and feeling it entering my lungs. I focused on keeping the bubbling at just the right amount, not too much and not too little. I had so much sexual frustration built up over my dry spell that when he started to pull the torch away from the bowl I motioned for him to keep going. A look of surprise and pleasure came on his face as he continued to heat the crystals, resulting in a huge hit. After holding in that first huge hit, I blew out the first initial cloud and it engulfed us, and I quickly went back to the pipe and inhaled whatever was still left burning. Almost instantly I felt the rush, a sense of clarity and an acuity that could only come with the crystal. I also became even hornier. “Wow, what an impressive lung capacity. Now about that drink, why don’t you keep smoking while I go prepare you some Gatorade with G. How much do you take again?” “1.5 mL usually but give me 2 this time. I want you to really party me up and make me submissive.” He nodded, smiling, and headed to the kitchen. I didn’t smoke like he had told me to, but instead, slipped off my shorts and stood facing his mirrored closet door admiring my smooth muscled body wearing only the black jockstrap. I looked really hot like that and the Tina was making me feel extremely sexy and horny. Mark returned with two small glasses, one for him and one for me, smiling as he took a moment to observe my new state of undress. He handed me the glass and said cheers, and we downed the drinks. He then motioned to hand him the pipe and the torch, and he began to take a nice big hit of his own; at the end of his inhale he motioned me to lean forward and he shotgunned his hit into my mouth, which I took in completely. He put one of his other hands around the curve of my smooth ass, giving it a slight squeeze, before nodding to me and lighting the pipe again, holding it out to me. Again he gave me a huge hit, making me inhale lightly and steadily until my lungs were filled with that white smoke. “Good boy” he murmured after I blew out the massive cloud. “You want me to really party up your hole, Josh?” Mark asked me, smiling at me. I nodded yes, feeling the high of the tina starting to take hold of me and unleash the submissive bottom I am inside. “Okay, why don’t you go ahead and get on the bed, on all fours. I’m going to prepare you a nice big booty bump to really teach your hole its purpose.” I got on the bed on all fours, facing away from him, with my back arched, as I heard him rummage with his supplies. Soon enough he had a needleless syringe ready with Tina. “Is that water with Tina?” “It’s about 0.3 grams of Tina dissolved in my spit. Now face forward and let me open you up.” I faced forward as I began to feel his tongue against my hole, probing. He spat once, twice, three times in succession. I love when a top spits on my hole, making it nice and wet. He ate out my ass, taking breaks only to tell me what a sweet tight smooth hole I had. After my ass felt nice and wet from his spit, he told me that he was going to bump me, and I felt the syringe being inserted into my ass with ease. “Are you ready?” He asked me. I nodded, and felt him push the liquid into my hole; a mildly burning sensation immediately followed, and he withdrew the syringe. “Now just hold that position for a little bit.” I stayed in that position, head down, ass up, with the booty bump slowly absorbing into my system. He came back with a moist towel to wipe my hole with, before he continued rimming my hole. With his tongue, he again made it nice and wet, and suddenly, it all hit me. The booty bump was the key to the locked room where I kept my submissive slutty bottom side hidden, and suddenly that door was opened. I felt so good, his tongue against my hole, his hands squeezing and grabbing my ass. I wanted him in me and I spread my knees even farther on the bed, reaching back to spread my cheeks as far as I could, and I exclaimed “oh God I can feel the booty bump and the G. I want you inside me.” With that, Mark turned me over onto my back and put a cylindrical pillow under my ass, elevating it. He handed me a bottle of poppers and said “those are brand new poppers so they should be especially strong.” He then ate out my ass some more as he looked straight into my eyes, my feet in the air, my hands holding them back as I looked at this guy who had his tongue in my ass, making me feel all sorts of pleasure. But I was too horny and high to be satisfied with a mere rim job. I needed his big white cock in my hole and I needed it bad. “Please, spit on my hole and fuck me raw with your spit as lube.” Mark smiled at that comment and stood up, slipping his cock out from the Bike white jockstrap he was wearing. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” he replied as he positioned his hard cock against my hole, sliding it up and down. I immediately unscrewed the cap of the poppers bottle and alternated 2 hits each nostril, - big hits, big inhales that created a beautiful sound of air passing over the bottle opening, and I held my breath to keep it all in after the last hit. I capped the bottle and then resumed holding my legs back, looked straight up into Mark’s eyes and said “please fuck me with your big white cock.” As I exhaled I could feel him begin his push in- the warmth from the poppers hit me and immediately I felt the wonderful lightheadedness and relaxed and openness feeling. It mixed with the G and the T I had taken and I was fully realized – I was now the slutty submissive bottom that I was meant to be. I looked up, taking it all in as he stared back into my eyes as he pushed his big 7” thick cock into me. With only his spit as lube, he managed to get it all in, and the feeling of fullness was more pleasurable than anything in the world. I responded by pulling my legs back more, further exposing my hole, and I looked up and with the high of the poppers and G and T enabling me, I said “please fuck me Sir.”

He guys! Here's a continuation of my first story, Pozzing Jeff. The first entry is also an entry in the "Tell me a story, PArt 2" thread. This will be a story I continue off and on. Enjoy the first part! ------- Jeff's Conquests Ch. 1 Bens POV I was boned the entire drive to Jeff's place. He said he had a surprise for me, although I couldn't for the life of me think of what it was. My thoughts were interrupted I approached his house and pulled into his driveway. At the same moment my phone buzzed. 'Good timing', I thought to myself. There was a text message on my phone which read <<Just walk in as soon as you get here. Dont worry about knocking >> I smiled walking to his door. I quickly shut it behind me before turning around and getting a view of the interior. The wet spot on my jeans doubled in size. Jeff's head was rolled back on the headrest with his arms outstretched along the back of the couch. He had his knees wide, allowing the slim twink with the brown spiked hair better access to his rock hard cock. He had slipped it out of his jeans and the slut was bobbing up and down on it like a pro. I slowly made my way over and took a seat next to him. He looked up and smiled at me with that look only some one in the throws of ecstasy can make. I smiled back at him and leaned down to kiss him. He moaned into my mouth and out tongues danced for a few minutes before he pulled back. “I was afraid we had scared you off,” I admitted. “Well, for the first two days you did. I kept going over it in my mind. I was so conflicted. I was so horny, yet so scared.” “So what happened?” I asked. He leaned back up, gave me a quick kiss and answered "Well, I got sick. Not terribly, but enough to know what was happening. You see, the whole time I obsessed over it, I never got around to getting to the doctor,” he said with a smile. "Officially I got the news yesterday.” I leaned down, gave him a sloppy kiss, and murmured “Fuck baby, that's so hot. You're carrying my strain.” “Fuck yeah I am. I was so boned in the doctor's office. By the time I got back to the car my briefs were soaked with precum.” “Damn, that's fuckin' hot, babe. You on meds yet?” “Not yet. Not sure if or when I will go on them.” “Great," I grunted, asking “so, who is this beautiful cocksucking slut?” “This is Andrew. Andrew, this is Ben.” Andrew paused, looked over at me, and without saying a word, unzipped my pants, although before he took my cock in his mouth, he did murmur “Pleased to meet you.” “Fuck,” I moaned. His mouth was like silk. I let him work my cock for a few minutes before turning back to Jeff and asking “How'd you two meet?” “Breeding Zone. He saw a comment I left on a story and messaged me. We made arrangements for tonight, and the rest, as they say, is history. I didn't tell him about you until you walked in.” “Fucking hot. Holy fuck that mouth is so hot. I was edging at home, and boy, he's got me fuckin close.” Andrew pulled off my cock and slowly jerked me, giving me a broad smile of self satisfaction, only to comment “We can't have that. Your load needs to go somewhere else.” I looked back at him, returned his smile and asked “You know what you're getting into?” “Fuck yeah. My boyfriend has fantasized about getting me pozzed. Figured it was time to surprise him,” he answered, matching my smile. “Fucking hell that's hot!” I exclaimed as I leaned down and kissed him, cuffing him lightly as I praised him saying “Good boy.” Jeff leaned over to whisper in my ear while Andrew returned to his cock. A smile quickly spread across my face as I got up, took my pants off and left the room. I was back in less than a minute after finding what I was looking for. I got on the floor behind Andrew and lowered his pants. Fuck his ass was beautiful. He was thin, but beautifully sculpted. His ass was perfect, round and tight, and his cheeks parted ever so slightly, allowing me a peak at the prize just beyond. I couldn't help myself and leaned in and pressed my tongue from bottom to top, causing him to push back against my face and to moan around Jeff's dick. Jeff in the meantime threw his head back against the couch. I spent about twenty minutes eating the slut's hole. He was having a difficult time sucking dick while trying to fuck himself on my tongue. I could feel how tight he was; I could barely get my tongue any deeper than his opening. Both of our dicks were leaving a pool of precum on the floor. Pulling back I admired his hole. He was thin and hairless, his tight hole was glistening and peaking back at me. I grabbed the Elbow Grease (I'll need to tell Jeff it's my favourite) and applied some to Andrew's hole. He may have looked tight, but my finger slid in easily, and in no time, another slipped in beside. The slut was ready. I pulled out the toothbrush that Jeff had me grab and slowly slid it into Andrew's hole. He grunted and looked back at me. I pulled out the brush and showed him, explaining “Relax baby,” as I reinserted the brush, adding “We're just getting you ready to accept our seed.” He pushed his ass back towards me and returned to Jeff's dick. For ten minutes I slowly worked that brush in and out of him. He grunted in pain a few times, but for the most part he moaned in genuine pleasure. In no time the bristles were a light shade of pink, and I knew he was ready. For that matter, so to was I - or so the large pool of precum on the floor under my cock seemed to indicate. “Looks like you're ready, slut,” I said, showing him the brush. “Jeff, would you like to to he honours?” “Fuck yeah!” “Remember to savour it. This is the first time your cock has been in an ass since converting. This your first poz cock, boy?” “Yes sir. I've never been so turned on!” “Good boy. Why don't you climb on top of Jeff? I think it's time for you to get pozzed up.” I didn't need to say anymore as Andrew slowly got up, removed the balance of his clothing and climbed up on the couch. Jeff in the mean time lubed his cock and was holding it straight up, primed to take Andrew's poz cherry. Jeff was leaking like a faucet. More than I was in fact. I understood how he was feeling. This is his first ass after learning he was poz, and even more exciting was the fact that the hole was neg and wanted his poz cock. Andrew straddled Jeff and slowly began to impale himself on his cock. I sat back on a chair opposite them and jerked myself watching them. Both threw their heads back amd moaned as Andrew made his way to the base of Jeff's cock. Andrew remained motionless for a moment before slowly starting to rise up on the rock hard piece of flesh inside him before slowly dropping back down. I couldnt help but think how hot it would be for Andrew to have a biohazard sign tattooed on his lower back. Fuck my cock was so sore! “Fuck Jeff your cock is so big!” “You like that cock, faggot? That's a real man's cock fucking you.” "Hell, fuck yes, Sir. Poz my ass, please?” "Yeah you want my toxic seed? I'm almost there, faggot. You sure you want it?” "Oh fuck yes! I need it so bad! Please poz me up! I need your HIV!” “Ugh, fuck, here it cums! Fuck your ass is so tight! Ugh, ugh, ugh, fucking take it!” And with that Jeff started to unload into Andrew. I could see his hole quiver from my seat, and I could see the spasms of his cock as he fired off his potent seed into the willing slut. I needed a piece of that! “Oh fuck I can feel it!” exclaimed Andrew as he came to rest on Jeff's thighs. He leaned down and kissed before slowly getting off and laying on the couch next to his breeder. He had that blissed out well fucked expression on his face. I couldn't take it anymore and got up. “You ready for another poz cock?” I asked, my hard cock pointing the way. “I'm not sure. He really fucked me good!” “Too bad. You got me all worked up and I need to breed. Get on the floor, I've got a potent load for you as well. “Yes Sir!” Andrew saluted before getting off the couch. “How do you want me?” “On your knees, face down, ass up.” He assumed what I think of as the perfect cumdump position. There was a light ring of cum around his hairless ass, and as I was lined-up my cock to his hole, a small drop of Jeff's seed escaped. “Fuck your hole is so beautiful. I cant wait to destroy it!” I remarked as I slid balls deep into him. “Fuck me! I need it so bad!” “I'm not going to last long! I've been on edge for hours!” “Give it to me! Poz me up!" “Fuck, stud, here it cums! Take my toxic seed!” With that I slammed into his ass and unloaded my two day load. “Fuck!” Andrew screamed and I felt his hole clamp down on my cock. I knew what was happening. Jeff did the same thing when I first unloaded into him. The slut was cumming. After a minute to catch my breath, I slowly pulled out of Andrew. A torrent of cum poured out of his ass. Jeff appeared with the same butt plug I gave to him the night we destroyed his ass. He slid it into Andrew. “Keep that in for as long as you can. And when you get the fuck flu call me!” “Will do!” We slowly got dressed and chatted for a bit while drinking beer. Andrew has a smile on his face the entire time. I can't wait to hear what his fiance thinks!

A young guy who looked familiar showed up on my Facebook feed in "People You May Know." I scrolled through the Facebook entry for a while and finally figured out I had messed around with him a few years ago. The first time we met was when he replied to my posting on Craigslist. We agreed to meet in the secluded, locking, basement restroom of the university science building. The guy was hot, maybe 22 or 23 years old, 5' 8", dark brown hair, and a thick muscular build. I also remember his legs were muscular and very firm. After we entered the restroom, he locked the door, immediately unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down, and sucked my painfully erect seven inch cock, taking the entire length until I could feel the stubble of his light beard rub against my balls. As he continued to deep throat my cock, pushing me ever closer to on edge, he lowered his pants and stroked his cock. The girth of his seven inches was impressive. After a couple minutes he abruptly stopped sucking, stood-up and with no further segue, forcibly shoved his tongue in my mouth. Talk about a passionate random hookup. Then he again abruptly stopped, grabbed me by the shoulders, spun me around, and positioned me bent over the toilet. I felt his hands on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart, followed by his tongue, which, without any subtlety, wormed its way into my hole, rimming me vigorously. He also slid two fingers in my hole so his tongue could get even deeper into my hole. As his tongue flittered deep in my hole, he reached between my legs and stroked my cock, which, by this point, was heavily drooling pre-cum. I found myself involuntarily (and loudly) moaning, even as I struggled not to cum. After a good ten minutes of intense rimming, he stopped, retrieved a bottle of poppers from his pocket, saying "Take a couple of deep hits." As I complied, he spit-lubed his cock, also spreading spit onto my hole. My head was spinning from the poppers as I felt his cock head rub against my hole. "Take another hit of poppers," he insisted. Again I complied, and just as I finished screwing on the lid, he pushed the full length of his cock in my ass, and, without pause, began churning his dick in my ass. I could actually feel his balls hit my cheeks. The initial pain was intense but quickly turned to pleasure. He suddenly pulled all the way out, dropped to his knees, and rimmed me again, and again, after a minute or so, he stood and again shoved his cock into my hole. Then he began hard-fucking me. Five minutes of ferocious ramming ensued, followed by a lengthy pause when he held still, his cock lodged deep in my ass. I could tell his cock was throbbing, but I wasn't quite sure, and asked "Did you cum?" "Not yet," he replied, as he again handed me the poppers, again recommending "You'd better take some more hits and get ready for a real pounding." I took very deep hits, and no sooner had finished when, true to his word, he slammed all the way in, furiously pounding me for a good ten minutes. He was so forceful it was hard to remain standing. Then he slowed his pace a bit as I heard the bottle of poppers open, and he took a long deep hit, after which he thrust his cock into my hole hard, three or four times, before announcing, "Yes, yes, I'm going breed you!" I could feel his cock pulse in my hole. As he slowly pulled out, he told me to tighten my ass so his cum wouldn't leak out. He lifted me up and kissed me deeply. Then he bent over and ordered me to rim him. His muscular ass was smooth, and his hole was beautifully perfect--like he had never even been fucked before. He told me to stroke my cock as my tongue explored his ass. After only a couple of minutes of probing his amazing ass, I needed to cum. He sensed I was getting close and dropped to his knees, deep throating my cock. The cum burst out of my cock into his mouth. He swallowed my entire load. I assumed our play date in the basement restroom was over, but he turned me around and shoved his tongue up my hole. It soon became clear he wanted to eat his load out of my hole. He told me to push out the load. As I pushed, I felt the globs of cum run out, and he licked up every drop. This was seriously one of the hottest scenes I ever experienced. I remember standing there in the restroom, startled, breathless, and amazed at what happened. I also remember that after he had felched all his cum out of my hole, he stood-up, and again slid his still hard cock into my ass. I think we both wincing from the lack of lube, so after he took another hit, he pushed the poppers under my nose, and as my hole relaxed, he fucked me again, this time, however, somewhat more slowly, sliding gently all the way out and pushing back in until I could feel his balls smack my ass. After about five minutes, he pushed his cock all the way and held it there, filling my hole with his second load. We both washed up at the sink, and he gave me a kiss before we departed ways. About a week later he emailed me and said we should meet at his apartment. He wanted me to fuck him this time, but he had one request: his front door would be unlocked, I would let myself in, and I would find him in position on his bed, blindfolded. He also asked that I be as quiet as possible so he wouldn't know I had even entered. When I arrived at his place, I removed my shoes and clothing at the foot of the private staircase that gave entrance to his apartment, and then very, very quietly climbed the staircase where I found him completely naked on the bed with his beautiful ass presented for my pleasure. I licked his hole, my tongue exploring his entire butt. He shuddered, clearly not expecting my sudden presence in the room. He took a hit of poppers and his hole immediately relaxed, allowing my tongue deeper entrance. I could taste another load of warm cum, which let me know had been recently fucked. Still his hole was so tight there wasn't any other apparent evidence another cock has just been in his ass, so I asked "How recently were you fucked?" Unprepared for my question, he replied "I took three loads in the past two hours." I positioned my tongue over his hole and told him to push out the loads. On the initial push a huge glob of cum hit my tongue, which I did not hesitate to swallow. Then I felt several more streams of cum on my tongue. I spit that cum on my hand and lubed up my cock. Knowing he was about to get fucked, he took a few hits of poppers. With one push, my entire cock slid up his hole. He let out a loud whimper and begged me to fuck him. I fucked him hard for ten minutes, repeatedly pulling my cock all the way out, pausing, and shoving it back in to the hilt. The final time I pulled out I told him to take a good long hit of poppers. As he did, I shoved two fingers up his tight hole and slid my cock in at the same time. He yelped in pain so I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Shut the fuck up, slut, and take my cock." I put my hand over his mouth and rammed my cock even harder. Then I pulled my hand away and demanded he beg for my cum. He did as he was told. "Please, please cum in me. Breed me. I want your load." After a few minutes of his begging, I couldn't hold back: that handsome young slut got my load deep in his ass, the fourth load he had taken that day. This scenario was repeated every week for about three months, but then his e-mails abruptly stopped, and he didn't respond to my messages for months. When he finally did respond, it was to explain he had moved to another city for a job and had not had time to hook up with anyone. To this day I can remember his beautiful muscular ass and the awesome taste of the multiple loads of cums I ate from his ass.

As my bf is out of town on business I'm taking his his clothes for M.A.L. MAL is a very large leather event and a lot of sex goes on either at the hotel or at the NKP party. I get a cab to take me and our bags up to Penn Station for the train ride to Washington DC. I'm getting down to D.C. early as I have to get things ready for my M/s family. From Union Station I take a cab but it's only a 2 block ride to the host hotel , I need a cab as the bags are a bit much for me. I check in to into the room my bf , brothers and I will staying. I also get the room that our M/s family will be using and made sure the beds & all the other furniture is removed from as tomorrow the truck is coming with the slings, cross & fuck bench. I have some free time so I want to go out to the Vietnam Memorial as I want to see my uncle name on the wall. I need to send pictures and a pencil shadow of it and send it back home to my father. Thursday Will be a big day for me as later I will be doing a conversion. The truck shows up and I help get the equipment up to the room and set it up. Master Tom shows and see how we have the room set up and wants the bathroom set up for a sure shot that he brought. Master Tom tells me I will be his slave for the weekend as he puts a leather collar on me and locks it. Master Tom tells me I should be ready at 9pm. I'm ready as it's not the first time I converted someone. Kneeling on the floor I'm waiting for the knock on the door. Master Tom gets ups opens the door and this big leather daddy walks in with a bag. He walks up to me and physically forces my mouth open and is swabbing the inside of my mouth. He wants to make sure I'm Poz as , so as they are waiting to 20 minutes for the results they are talking about that his boy is something like me. He looks at the test results and smiles and ask Master Tom what my last VL test was 600,000. He grabs the leash to my collar and is dragging me out of the room. All I'm wearing is a jock strap , leather harness and my collar. In the elevator a few see us and I hear someone says nice ass on this boy. Little does he know it's not my ass that will be working tonight. We get to the room and on the bed naked except for a chest harness is this young skinny blue eye blond boy. If is who I'm to convert tonight. So I go over to him but his Master pushed me away as he slaps him and says this will be the one who is going to knock you up. He takes his are and out of know ware comes a rubber band and a syringe and slams this boy good. He hands me 2 pills and says I want your dick hard, now go to it. I go right up to him and give him a kiss and he says to me thank you for this. As I'm kissing him I put my finger in his ass and I'm shock as to how tight his hole is. I ask his owner for lube and owner says just spit as that is all that is needed. The slam this boy received was a big one, so I have him on all fours and what pretty hole that real tight. I have a Prince Albert with a Circular barbell and one of the balls is set up to tear up the inside of a hole. I go down on his hole and tongue his hole. I spit and start to work my PA in and this has to be a virgin hole. His owner gives him poppers and tells him to inhale real deep , then tells me to shove my dick balls deep in and fuck this boy with a body to die for as fast and hard as I can. I have not cum in 3 weeks so when I cum it's a big one and did it feel great. I pull my dick out and with this tight hole and the good work my PA did my dick is covered with pick cum and some dark streaks of blood. The boy is hurting but his Master orders him to clean my dick off. He refuses so out comes a cattle prod and gives his boy a hit. The boy jump and is now willing to clean my dick. After he does this I give him a nice kiss on his cum covered face. We waited a wile before round two and this time his hole was nice and open with the best lube there is as nothing beats cum lube. After I dump another load in the boy his owner gave him another slam. The boy hole is really wreck now as I really cut him up. Round three was about the same but as I was cumming his Master spread my butt checks spit on my hole then climbed on top of me and started to fuck me. His dick is big 9 X 6 witch is nice for me as he fuck me as hard as he can and gives me a nice big load. After he climbs off of me he slaps my ass, WOW nice hole you have nice and a louse hole is made for fucking. He grabs my arm and the syringe is empty as he finds a vain and takes my blood out , then he does it twice more. He then goes to his boy and does not clean his arm and inject all 3 needles of my blood into his boy. On the way back to my room I can feel his cum leaking out of my hole. I hope no one in the elevator notice it. When I get back he tells Master Tom that I was great and hopes they take care of me.

poz up my boi hole so i can breed my bud..

Hey guys! This is my first attempt at writing anything since high school 10 years ago lol! Please be kind! This sorty developed out of a conversation I had with another neg guy on BBRT. Enjoy! ---------------------------------------------------- Pozzing Jeff – Ch. 1 The bath house was just starting to buzz. It was slow when I arrived there a few hours ago, but now it was starting to get busy. I decided to take a break from the action and scope the joint. There was plenty of action around, but I was looking for something special. I usually bottom, but since I found out I was poz, I occasionally get the urge to bury my cock deep in a neg ass. This was one of those nights. Rounding the corner, I headed towards the sling room. That’s when I saw him. He was obviously new: he looked like a deer caught in the headlights, staring at the hard cocks and tight asses that were passing by him. He was a couple of years older than I, and was about 5’9” and 150 pounds. He had a light dusting of hair across his muscular chest, with neatly groomed treasure trail that disappeared into a towel that wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding his obvious excitement. My cock jumped as I watched him. I wanted nothing more at this moment than to sink my poz cock deep into his tight muscular ass. I decided to test the waters so I closed in on him, caught his eye and winked at him. His eyes grew to the size of saucers as he looked me up and down. I was wearing nothing but a thick butt plug and a pair of leather chaps. I hoped I didn’t intimidate the poor boy. I walked past him and turned to get one last look. He was staring at my ass, or more specifically the biohazard tattoo on my ass. Again I caught his eye again, again I winked, and gestured with my head that he should follow me. As if unsure, he looked around, but I kept walking, confident he would follow me, and sure enough, as I turned the corner to my room, I caught a glimpse of a figure in a towel following me. I entered my room, and leaving the door open, I sat on the bed and slowly started to stroke my thick uncut cock. The boy did not disappoint me. He arrived in my door way, the bulge under his towel was starting to growing as he stroked himself. I nodded, gesturing him to come in; he hesitated for a moment and then walked in. “Close the door,” I told him. I wanted this boy all to myself. “I’m Ben. This must be your first time here; I’d remember a hot stud like you.” “I’m Jeff, and yeah, this is my first time. I’ve been curious about it for a while and finally had the balls to check it out,” he told me starting to calm down a bit. “Gotten any action yet, Jeff?” I asked, closing the gap between us. “Not yet.” “How come? A stud like you would be very popular in a place like this.” “No one has really caught my eye yet.” “What about now?” I asked, standing right in front of him. I ran my hand down his chest, stopping at the knot in his towel, adding “It looked like you saw something you liked earlier,” my hand dipping lower to his growing bulge, thinking to myself 'Damn, this boy is hung!'. He swallowed hard. “I like your tattoo.” “You know what that tattoo means, boy?” “You have HIV, right?” “That’s right, I’m poz. Got the bug about three years ago from my cheating ex.” “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be. It was the best gift he gave me. Brought out my inner slut.” I reached to undo his towel. It dropped to the floor letting his rock hard cock spring free. He had to be at least seven inches, cut, and dripping precum like a faucet. I wrapped my hand around him and started stroking. “What about you, boy? You poz or neg?” He closed his eyes and sighed. “I’m neg,” he managed to stutter out. I leaned into kiss him. The boy whimpered into my mouth as my tongue slowly snaked its way into his. I continued to probe his mouth as my hand made it way from his cock to his ass. He has a smooth ass, muscular and round. I dipped my fingers into his crack, and brushed across his hole. “You a bottom, boy?” I asked as I stroked his hole. “N…No. I’ve ever taken a cock before. “ He moaned again. “That feels really good!” I dropped to my knees. “You know what feels better?” I said before taking his cock into my mouth, sliding it deep into my throat. He stumbled forward and put his hands on my shoulders to steady himself. Clearly he was not expecting this! I slowly worked his hard shaft with my throat before slowly pulling back and swirling my tongue round the head. I was rewarded with a flood of his sweet precum across my tongue. I kept working his cock for a few minutes, sliding up and down. He was moaning like a bitch now, and I knew that if I didn’t stop, it would be over far too soon, and I wanted a chance at this dude's hole! I stood up and kissed the boy again. “You like that baby?” I whispered in his ear. He could only sigh and nod his head. “You know what would feel even better? My cock buried in your ass.” “But… but you’re poz!” “I know, baby. But I know you want my load.” I brought my fingers up to his lips. “Suck them,” I commanded. He started sucking my fingers, and I knew I had him under my spell. “Yeah, that’s it, get them nice and wet.” The boy worked my fingers like a cock, and I knew I had to have him work over my poz tool, but not yet. I had another prize in mind before that. I had to seal the deal. I pulled my fingers from his mouth and reached around to his hole. I leaned in to kiss him once more before slowly sliding my wet fingers into his hole. Fuck this boy was tight. He wasn’t kidding, he really was a top! It didn’t take long before I was working two fingers into him. The little bitch was moaning into my mouth and I knew I had him. My cock was rock hard and throbbing. I needed him on my cock. I let my fingers slip from his hole and was rewarded with a disappointed grunt from the little slut. Bingo. I leaned close to him, my lips next to his ear, and whispered “Get on your knees and suck my cock.” He hesitated for a moment before sinking to his knees. I could see the gears turning in his head. This would be a big step for him. “I’ve never been with a poz guy before.” “I know baby. But I can see in your eyes you want it. Touch it. Wrap your fingers around my poz cock.” Wow, where did this dominant attitude come from? ‘This is new for me too, baby boy,’ I thought to myself. He grabbed my cock and was rewarded with a rush of my toxic prejizz. He smeared it around the head while looking into my eyes. He looked at my cock, then back to my eyes, like he needed permission. I nodded my head and he slowly leaned forward, running his tongue around my head. I groaned and threw my head back. Damn I needed this! With some encouragement from me (in other words my hand on the back of his head) he slowly took more of my uncut prick in his mouth. The boy was a talented cocksucker and had me moaning in no time. I looked back down and watched him bobbing his head on my shaft. I brushed his shaggy brown hair aside and looked him in the eyes. “I want to fuck you.” Fear crossed his face. I pulled him up and kissed him deeply, tasting my precum on his lips. “I know you want it,” I said as I led him to the bed. He didn’t protest as I pushed him down on the bed, face down, ass up. His hole was winking at me between his firm cheeks. I knelt between his legs and buried my face in his ass before he had time to think. Fuck his hole tasted great! He bucked back against my face and started moaning. I’m sure anyone passing by outside could hear him. I spent about ten min with my tongue deep in his hole. I could have spent more time there, but my cock was so hard it hurt. I needed his hole. I stood up and spit on my fingers, getting them wet. I pushed them against his hole and they slid in with no resistance. This boy was ready. I leaned close to his ear and whispered as my fingers worked over his puffy hole “you want my cock boy?” “Yes! Please fuck me,” he gasped. “You gonna make me rubber up, boy?” “No sir.” “You know I am poz right? You saw my tattoo.” “I know sir.” “I don’t stop until I cum. No pulling out.” He hesitated. “It’s ok, sir. Please fuck me.” “Good boy.” I reached over and grabbed the poppers off the table and threw it to him. He knew what to do as he took a deep huff. I felt his hole relax around my fingers and slipped in a third. His hole felt like velvet, and I knew I needed to feel him wrap around my cock. Between my spit and precum, he was so wet; I knew we wouldn’t need any lube. I pulled my fingers out and lined my leaking cock up with his hole. He was still huffing the poppers as I slowly slid into him. Almost immediately he started moaning like a bitch in heat. His hole was so warm and felt like a vice on my cock. I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I fucked him using long, slow stokes. I wanted this to last as long as I could. But he had other ideas, as he clamped down on my cock and continued to moan. “Fuck, boy! You sure you’re not a bottom?” “No sir, not until tonight.” “Damn boy, I’m gonna cum soon. You know I’m not on meds, right? I’m probably gonna knock you up.” The bitch just moaned. “Breed me sir, breed me! Give me your toxic load!” That did it for me. I picked up the pace and started slamming into him. He kept moaning, begging me to breed him over and over. I slammed into him one last time. “Here it comes, you little slut! Take my poz load!” I grunted as I flooded his ass. My hole throbbed around the butt plug in my ass. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I stopped cumming, and slipped from his hole. Surprisingly, with all of the cum I pumped into the bitch, very little came out. I collapsed onto the bed beside him. He stayed on all fours, breathing heavily. I looked at him and noticed he was rock hard. That gave me an idea, but first… “Look at me boy.” He turned his baby blues to me. I spread my legs, showing him my plugged ass, and asked “You want that?” He nodded, begging “Please sir. I’m so hard.” “I can see that. I’m gonna give you my hole. But first, you need something in yours.” I reached between my legs and pulled the plug out. Jeff licked his lips as the plug slid from my hole. My hole was red and puffy, I’m sure. I got up and got behind him again. There was just enough cum on his ass lips. I pressed the plug to his hole. It slipped in with no resistance. I saw his eyes roll back in his head, thinking to myself ‘Oh yeah, this top is now vers'. I got on the bed beside him pulling my legs up to my chest. The leather chaps framed my ass nicely. “Ok stud, your turn.” To be continued…….

Hey guys, this is my first porn story, so I hope you like it. There's plenty more chem-fueled pigginess in later chapters if you guys are into it. It was the summer after I’d graduated from high school in Dallas, Texas in the early 2000s. I’d come out a couple of years earlier, lost my virginity, and became a bit of a rebel. The thing was, no matter how hard I tried, what crazy color I died my hair, how baggy my jeans were, or how much I sneered and skulked around, I always looked like a sweet, innocent little boy. I looked maybe 15, max, but even that was pushing it. My skin was lily white and covered in freckles. I had curly strawberry blonde hair that grew out to be a big bush on the top of my head, small mouth, and big expressive blue eyes. I stood about 5’9 with a bit of a belly and the remnants of man boobs from growing up as a fat kid. When it came to guys, I had very little confidence at all. But I was horny all the time. All. The. Time. And from reading stories about older guys seducing younger guys on nifty.org, I’d learned that putting things in my ass was a hell of a good time. I’d put any kind of household object up there, tooth brushes, a wooden flute, even a small shampoo bottle once. I’d read all these stories about kinky sex that I wanted to try, but was too scared to look for or really even understand. But I did manage to meet up with a few older dudes for fun, but they didn’t turn out as hot as my fantasies were. So a week after my 18th birthday, there was a death in the family. I wasn’t particularly close to this great aunt, but my family all wanted to go pay their respects. My grandmother decided to leave me behind to run her business where she was the only employee while she was gone, and that suited me just fine. They packed up the car, and I promised to take care of her office, flashing my boyish smile. All was good. On the second or third day of me manning the place, one of her long-time customers came in. His name was James. He was about 6’1 with a lanky frame and salt and pepper hair in his late 30s or so. He wasn’t the most handsome guy, but he’d always been extra nice. I basically grew up in that office, so I’d known him for at least 10 years at that point. And every time I saw him he’d make sure to give me a big hug and would tell me jokes in the squeaky, over-animated kind of voice he had, like an extra from Mr. Rogers or something, but he always made me laugh. That day, I guess he’d been out riding his bike, because he was covered in blue lycra with a nice sized bulge in the crotch that I tried really hard not to look at for too long. I’d never noticed that James had so much going on between his legs before. “Hey, kiddo, how you doing? Where’s your grandma?” “Hiya, Mr. James!” I exclaimed. I called nearly everyone Mr. So-and-so in those days. I told him where she’d gone, but that I’d be happy to help him any way I could. He got this dark, mischievous grin for a second and said, “Oh, gosh, that’s right, isn’t it. I guess I must have forgotten! I’m so silly sometimes.” “You are silly without a doubt, Mr. James.” His voice was like a cartoon character. It was fun to have banter like we did when I was a kid, but I was clearly a grown man at this point. Mr. James seemed to have other ideas. I bristled a bit, but I was determined to prove that I was all grown up now. He demanded a hug, like always, so I got up from behind the desk and gave him one. I tried to be firm and manly to show him just how mature I was at that point, but when he wrapped his arms around me I felt this jolt go through me I’d never felt before. His grip was so soft and comforting. I felt so safe and secure there in his arms. The smell of his sweat and the lycra made my head spin. My breath was a little heavier than I would have liked, but he didn’t seem to want to let go. The hug went on a little longer than it probably should have, but then we settled back into our chairs and struck up a conversation. He was sitting right across from me with his legs spread in typical man stance. I could see the clear outline of his bulge in those blue lycra shorts, and it was making me hot as hell. The conversation was boring small talk, but he kept opening and closing his legs. And every time he did I couldn’t help but look down to watch his bulge shift and flex, and could almost see the outline of his cockhead resting just to the left of his balls. He pretended not to notice and kept the conversation going. But I just couldn’t stop looking at his package, and his dick, it just seemed to keep growing. I started to get a bit nervous, but it didn’t stop me from looking. I found myself just staring openly at the lump moving down his thigh, and the conversation trailed off. I looked up at him all sheepish for a second at having gotten caught, but he just chuckled his goofy little laugh and smiled encouragingly at me. But I was too dumbfounded to move. He looked down at his crotch and back up at me with a look of fake surprise, like he’d pulled a quarter from behind my ear and just discovered it. “Hey, hey! Look at that!” he said. Slowly he reached down, grabbed his cock, and waggled it at me with a playful little smirk. I was frozen in place, mesmerized. “So how long have you been into guys,” he asked the question so casually, but my heat leapt into my throat. “Um…a few years now,” I stammered. “A few years, huh? Well it sounds like you got started early.” “Yeah,” I said, laughing a little. “Have you been with a boy yet?” “Um…well, I lost my virginity at 15. He was 48, though, so not really a boy. And I wouldn’t say I’ve had good sex yet.” “Oh I see. That’s my precocious boy. Exploring what he wants before anyone expected. Have you ever been to a bathhouse?” “No,” I muttered, “I just turned 18 last week.” “Aw,” he said, with a little bit of disappointment, but he gave me this wolfish smile. I couldn’t believe I was being so honest with him. Something about him just made me feel like I could trust him. “Hey, kiddo, have I told you how handsome you’ve gotten?” I just blushed, not sure of what to say. “I mean you’ve always been a very cute little boy, but now you’re beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?” They hadn’t, and it showed. I couldn’t help but beam at him, and his cock twitched. I flicked my gaze down and saw that his bulge had grown even larger. A wet spot had formed at the tip. My small mouth opened in surprise. James watched me and his goofy smile disappeared. He got serious and quiet. Suddenly he wasn’t the same old silly Mr. James I’d known all these years. There was this darkness to him I’ never seen before. Like he’d been planning to get me into a spot just like this all along, and I thought briefly about what I was getting myself into. “Let’s try something fun,” he said quietly. He got up, his cock now obscenely stretched against his hip. I could see every vein and the thick ridge of his cockhead. Methodically he strutted around the office, closing all of the blinds, his dick wobbling back and forth under the lycra, and I marveled at his transformation, how masculine he seemed, how in charge. I stumbled up from the desk and followed his lead, shutting the door and locking it. He turned to look at me with this sense of purpose in his eyes, like whatever he was about to do to me was inevitable, and I got scared. He checked himself immediately and the goofy smile came back as he flexed his cock. The wet spot got bigger. He spread his arms and did this funny little duck walk over to me that made his dick bob up and down with every lurching step. I couldn’t help but laugh and was immediately put at ease. He’d spent years perfecting the art of cheering me up. It worked every time. He came in for another big hug, his man-sized frame enfolding mine. I could feel his cock throbbing against my stomach. “Hey, kiddo,” he said as his hands slid down to hold my plump ass through my jeans. “How you doing?” “Good,” I stuttered. I was shaking like a leaf. “Goooooood,” he said in soothing tones and moved my hand onto his throbbing cock. It felt firm and full in my hand and I gave it a few little squeezes. He moaned and brought me in for a kiss, my neck straining back to accommodate his height. I felt his tongue pressing against my teeth, which was new for me. Wanting to show him just how much I’d grown up though, I just went with it. His big wet tongue invaded my mouth and explored every nook and cranny. I gagged a bit when he reached the back of my throat, but he just petted the back of my head and held me in place. Soon I was sucking on his tongue like there was no tomorrow. He pried me away and kissed down my cheek to my neck. I let out a little gasp and my whole body went rigid. It was the most amazing thing I’d felt up to this point in my life. And when he began to gently suck and lick, I couldn’t help but moan. Immediately he pulled back and laughed. Putting one of his big, hairy hands gently over my mouth. “I love your pretty little moans, kiddo, but you’ve gotta keep it quiet right now, understand?” I nodded. “Why don’t we go into the back for a while?” he said. And I hastily grabbed his hand and led him back to the little hallway where we had a tiny kitchen to the left, and the bathroom and a big pile of bird seed sacks to the right. He pushed me up against the sink and kissed ravenously. He unbuckled my jeans and they fell to the ground. My cock was harder than it had ever been in my whole life as he squatted down, took off his classes, and yanked down my briefs. My 6 inches of uncut boymeat bounced into the open and, without missing a beat, Mr. James swallowed up my entire cock in his mouth and started slurping away. If what I felt before was good, this was at least a thousand times better, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning. He reached up with his long, hairy arm and clamped his hand over my mouth while he mercilessly milked my dick for every bit of pleasure it could get. I got real close to cumming, I was right on the edge, but he pulled away as quick as he had started. He stood up and tugged me to him forcefully, spitting on his fingers and going in for another deep kiss. His fingers found my pink little boy hole and began gently circling, teasing, as he fucked my mouth with his tongue. His touch was electric on my hole and I moaned into his mouth, thrusting my hips against him. Firmly but gingerly he teased around the outside of my hole, getting each and every one of those nerve endings tickling. Then he pulled back his hands and his kiss and unzipped a pocket in his riding vest that looked to have a little sandwich baggy inside. He put two fingers deeply into his mouth, coating them thickly with spit and rummaged around in the sandwich baggy, covering them in white powder. “What’s that,” I whispered in a scared voice. “Just some special lube to help get you opened up.” ‘B-but it’s powder,” I stammered. “Don’t worry, it mixes with the spit once it’s in your hole, and then you'll start to feel really good.” And with that he shoved his finger inside me. I tried to cry out, but he planted his lips over mine as he wormed his way deeper inside me, stretching out my ring and making himself known to my tender insides. The finger burned like fire, and I tried to pull away, but he had me where he wanted me. My hole winked around his finger with the struggle and he slipped the other finger in and I gasped. My heart started beating faster in my chest, my hole started to loosen, and my horniness got ramped up more than I thought was possible. After a minute his fingers felt like magic inside me, and I unreservedly thrust my cock between his lycra clad thighs. I became acutely aware of his cock throbbing against my stomach and rubbed myself against him. “Hey kiddo, that’s my boy,” he murmured as he stretched out my hole. “That’s it.” All I could think about was how much I wanted his cock inside me. I needed it. I didn’t really like bottoming that much with actual guys, really, but I had to have his cock, and I had to have it right then. I grabbed his cock and gave it a desperate little tug. He laughed and asked if I was having a good time. “Yes, Mr. James.” I said, unintentionally mimicking the cadence I used when I was little. “Oh, good boy,” he said, his cartoony chuckle coming back. “I like that you still call me that. Now do you know what comes next, son?” “No, sir,” I said, but I really, really hoped. “Oh-ho I think you know,” he said, and twisted his fingers even deeper inside me I moaned and he withdrew his fingers. I felt so empty and scared it might be ending. “Why don’t you go get on that stack of bird seed bags, kiddo, and stick out your cute little but for me.” I giggled, and did what he asked. Once I was on all fours on the bird seed, I stuck out my ass and gave it a little shake, and Mr. James let out a low moan. I heard him spit on his hand and felt him move in behind me. He put up one leg on the birdseed next to me and soon I felt the wet tip of his cock moving up and down my crack. My whole body tensed and I stammered out, “D-d-d-do you have a condom?” “Uh-oh!” he said in a sing songy voice and kept rubbing his cock along the crack of my ass sending vibrations through my entire body. My hole was begging for his cock. “I’m fresh out of rubbers, little buddy. Do you want me to stop?” he said, swirling his hips and making my hole twitch and buck. I didn’t answer. “Because I sure will if you want me to, kiddo. Do you want me to?” Still I didn’t answer. “Huh?” he asked, poking at my hole with the head of his cock. “Huh?” he asked going deeper. “I mean…” I trailed off. He broke through the seal of my hole and sunk in deep. All seven inches of his thick cock were buried in me to the hilt, and I could feel his heartbeat through his cock in my stretched out ring. He smoothed his hands around the small of my back and leaned down to give me a kiss right between the shoulders, and I relaxed and let out a big breath. This was Mr. James, after all. He wouldn’t hurt me. “Mmmm, it seems like you might like that, I don’t know if you want me to stop, do you? Gently he made little circles in my hole with his fat cock, loosening me up. My hole burned, but it also felt better than any cock I’d ever experienced. I let out a little yelp of pleasure. “Hmmm, what was that? Did you want me to stop?” he asked, thrusting his hips in even deeper, giving me short little strokes as he ground around inside me. “Do you? Do you want me to stop?” The thrusts grew longer, and I couldn’t keep quiet anymore. “I want to hear an answer from you, little buddy, do you want me to stop, or do you want me to pound your fucking pussy?” I let out a cry of joy, pushing back on him. Trying to get more of this dick that was bringing me into a whole new world of pleasure. “That’s not good enough, kiddo. I said I wanted a fucking answer,” he said and he maneuvered himself so both his feet were on the bird seed bag, it bulged with our combined weight. He sunk his cock in as deep as it would go and leaned over to whisper in my ears. “Now, I want you to think about this and give me an answer like a good boy, okay? Can you do that for me?”. I nodded. “Now,” he said, grinding his cock in swirls, rubbing his leaking cock head against the walls of my ass. “Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to pound. That. Pussy!” And with those last three words he would pull all the way out and slam right back in. A sound ripped from my throat. “Yes! Yes, please don’t stop!” “Stop what?” he said, back to the slow grind. “Please don’t stop p-p-p-pounding my—please don’t stop pounding my pussy,” I said, unintentionally slipping back into that little boy cadence. He groaned a deep throated groan and softly petted the back of my head. He leaned in close and licked my ear. “Then get ready.” What came next was an unrelenting assault on my hole. He fucked me deep and he fucked me hard, and he didn’t stop. He wrapped a hand over my mouth and pulled my head back so my whole back arched up, exposing my plump, lily white ass for the taking as he thrust in deep over and over. I freaked a bit and tried to buck him off, but he just held me still until I gave in to the onslaught of his cock. His breathing got faster, and his thrusts got more ragged as my hole squeezed at his thickness. “Unnnnh, little buddy, I’m gonna give you my load.” I struggled when he said this. I’d never taken a load before, and I was terrified. I always used condoms. Always. But he had me in a firm grip. His pounding kept going and going and going and I couldn’t stop the waves of pleasure he was forcing through every cell in my body. He let out a strangled cry, thrust in as far as he could go, and I felt his cock spasm over and over again. Wetness spread deep inside me, and my dick instantly got steel hard again. As he collapsed on top of me, the lycra of his riding fest sticking to my back, cock still lodged inside of me, I started to panic. Just like he always did, though, Mr. James calmed me down and we curled up together on the bags of birdseed, spoon style as he gently thrust in, rubbing his cum into the walls of my hole. With the intensity of the moment, I started to sniffle a bit, but he held me tight. “Hey, hey, kiddo. There’s no need to cry. Was that your first load?” “Yeah…” I said quietly. “Well then that was a big step you just took. I’m proud of you, little buddy. Good work. Did it feel good?” he asked as he spread his man cum around my tender insides. “Yeah…” I muttered. “Well then who gives a hot damn, is what I say. You’ve gotta embrace that inner pig I just saw, and I’d love to show you how. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Here, why don’t we get cleaned up, kiddo.” With that we got up and got our pants back on. Mr. James pulled me in for a big hug and rubbed my back in big circles. “That was a lot of fun today, but there’s so much more I want to show you. Here’s my number in case you ever want to try going to one of those bathhouses we were talking about.” I took the slip of paper he handed to me, and gave him one more hug for the road. “Thank you, Mr. James. That was a lot of fun.” “Anytime, partner,” he said, as he walked toward the office door. “Hey, have you ever tried ecstasy,” he asked? “No, but I’ve always wanted to,” I replied. He grinned that goofy grin. “Well, then, until next time."

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

Made arrangements with two fuckbuddies for a night at the local sex club. One guy, clean cut, athletic and with a sleazy streak met me at my place and we smoked a bowl of T. He had me on all fours and started eating my ass. He enjoyed blowing air up my arse and had me press out the air while he was fucking me. He fucked me well and fingered my hole until my ass lips were swollen. He then dropped a lad up my ass. Using his fingers he smeared the cum all over my used hole. We smoked another bowl and got dressed. I put on my party jeans which had a large hole in the back and were still covered in cum stains and ass juices from previous visits to the sex club. At the sex club we met up with my 2nd fuckbuddy, a muscled guy from South America with a huge cock. He would normally fuck me hard and deep at his place but tonight he wanted to fuck me in public. The three of us went to the area with a fuck bench in a cage and my South American fuck buddy bent me over the fuck bench and pulled down my dirty jeans. I pulled out my bottle of poppers and took a few hits. My fuckbuddy knew I got fucked before coming to the club and wasted no time. He slammed his 9 inch fuck tool deep in to my hole and pinned me to the fuck bench while he started fucking me roughly, knowing I loved him dominating and owning my ass. Other guys were standing around and started feeding me cock and poppers. My fuckbuddy instructed them to work my tits hard and told them 'this slut loves it'. While I was getting fucked hard I saw my cleancut fuckbuddy watching from across the open space, jerking his hard cock. I was still pinned to the fuck bench feeling my ass getting torn up by my muscled fuckbuddy. I could tell he was getting close and with forceful thrusts he nailed me to the bench filling my guts with his cum. He collapsed on top of me and his sweat covered arms were hugging me. He told me to enjoy the rest of the night, pulled out and had me clean his cum covered cock while another guy started fucking me. I pushed the new top off and made my way to the cubicles in the basement. My cleancut fuckbuddy was fucking someone in the corridor as I went into a cublice with large gloryholes. Within seconds I heard someone entering next door and it was my fuckbuddy. He asked me to put my used and cum lubed hole against the gloryhole so he could eat it while I pushed out the cum. I was still high on the T and was snorting poppers while he started fucking me. He loves sloppy seconds and fucked me as hard as he could before dumping his load in my ass. I felt his fingers scoop some cum out of my ass and he told me to turn around so he could feed me his cum and I could clean his cock. He slapped my ass and disappeared. I was horny as hell and as soon as my fuckbuddy left I heard someone else entering the cubicle. I pressed my cum leaking hole against the gloryhole hoping for some more action. Soon I felt a finger probing my puffy ass lips and starting to dig into my hole. Now 3 fingers were exploring my arse but suddenly it stopped and the guy asked me to open the door to my cubicle so he could come and join me. I recognized the voice; an Asian top with talented hands. WOOF!! As soon as he was in the cubicle he had me on the cum covered floor ass up in the air. We both took a few big hits of poppers and his fist disappeared into my ass without any difficulty. He was in ff heaven because he knew I would be up to get punch fisted. He told me to keep taking popper while he started alternating his hands. We were both fucking horny and all I wanted was for him to start punching my hole. The sounds of my sloppy cum filled hole getting punch fisted filled the cubicle. A hard cock appeared through the gloryhole and my fister told me to suck that cock. Within minutes I felt the cock expanding and my throat being filled with a salty cumload. I collapsed and lay on the floor with my Asian FF buddy's fist still up my ass. He slowly pulled out his clenched fist stretching my ass muscles to the max before taking it out completely. We kissed and I pulled up my fuck jeans. A few guys were standing outside the cubicle rubbing their cocks but I had my share for the night. Walking home I could feel cum leaking out of my hole. I smelled an looked like a real cum whore, a happy one.

yesterday, came home after jogging and the two men doing the flat next to my parents were more or less waiting for me. They had been eyeing me the last days, and knew I war horny for their cocks (I blush easily). then they asked me to come in to help them read a letter. They are Polish, and can't understand Swedish. When the door closed, the older than grabbed my hips and started dryfucking me, the younger laughed and got his cock out. I started sucking, long and quite thick. he smelt of piss and sweat. the other one had pulled down my trousers and was slowly inserting his dick, fucking big head. only spit for lube - hurt like hell. he pulled out, the got me onto a table, and the younger held my legs apart so that his boss could fuck me. it got better, and when he came he wanted to pull out but I said no and then he really burst inside me. after that the younger one got between my legs and started fucking. by now I was exhausted. when he started moaning, I pressed my cunt muscles around him and when he came and pulled out, cum dripped out of me. today, they haven't been around, but the flat is not finished so...

Oh I debated sharing this one, but what the hell. Tonight I saw an old FBud on Scruff so I sent him a woof. This is a tall younger stud with a nice big uncut cock that used to live a couple blocks from me. He almost always plays with condom, though he has done some ass teasing with his raw cock before as well as slip in for a few minutes before pulling out and putting the condom on. I rarely see him now as he moved farther away, but every now and then we've gotten together, probably every 3-4 months. I also tend to see him when he's ready for bed, he almost always is on after being out drinking etc. and sometimes he'll disappear mid conversation. Well tonight he was on earlier than normal and I woofed him. He responded a couple hours later and was horny so we agreed to meet up at his place. I got to his place and he answered the door naked. Score! His big uncut dick was swinging and he looked hotter than usual. I strip down and follow him to the bed where he jumps in and is on his back. I see the usual condoms, lube and poppers by the bed. I also brought some poppers and took a quick hit before climbing between his legs to work on his dick. He's always soft when we get together but gets hard so fast, a nice 9". After I've been sucking him a few minutes I climb on top of him and just ride his cock, not actually in me, but between my cheeks and he's loving it. After a little bit of this he starts fingering my hole. I put some elbow grease up there before I left the house so I was nice and wet. His fingers keep probing my hole and he pushes my ass up enough to free his cock and point the head right at the hole. He tentatively pushes the head in a little, fingers still there so he's got control of me just sitting on him. I am totally enjoying and loving the tease he's giving me. This is normally around the time he might stop to grab a condom but we keep doing this. Eventually he pulls his fingers out and his head is just inside my hole to which I sit back and he moans. I try not to press my luck and after only a couple bounces, he pushes me off and tells me to get doggie style so he can rim my ass. While he's eating me out, I take another hit of the poppers and hope that he doesn't stop to get a condom. He's a very talented rimmer, and I could see getting that on a regular basis. We slides up to me, and pushes his cock at my hole again, still no condom, and gently pushes halfway in and just freezes. He sits there at least a minute without moving. I normally would grab his cock with my ass, but I was afraid he might be ready to cum so didn't. The start of this fuck he is almost like someone dipping their toe in the water for the first time. Is it cold, it felt cold I'm pulling it out. Dip my toe again, ok maybe it's not as cold. It's almost as though his cock has never been in bare ass before. He finally lets loose and just starts fucking me like he should. I'm looking out into the room seeing the candles he had lit, it was very romantic and this was the first time he's really been in me completely bare! I wonder if he meant to make it that sexy? There's several times that I know he is just edging and dying to breed my ass. He doesn't want to just say it though. I flip over so we're now missionary, face to face with this gorgeous sexy young stud with his 9" uncut cock buried to the hilt. We start kissing. He can barely talk when he asks me if I want his load. I say nothing. He asks me again and I just look at him, kiss him, he pumps two more times and then tenses up while he shoots his load at least 9" up my ass. He pulls out and immediately runs to the bathroom like a straight guy. I see a good portion of his load is on the bed where we were just fucking! Damn he shot a big one and I couldn't let it go to waste so I sucked it up while he was in the bathroom. It tasted so good! He comes out, ruins the mood by asking the questions he should have asked before fucking, I kiss him good night and go home. If the next time is half as good as this time, I can hardly wait to see him again.

poz load..... my buddy wants me to breed him but i wanna give him a special load

For Ponyboy. Vinnie in his robe. We'll keep in closed for now.

Hiya .. thanks for the rep!

haha, yeah, this reminded me of a time I was driving down a street and a guy pulled up next to me and looked over at me, that's all he did, kind of a magical communication. I followed him, he pulled into a Burger King, went into the restroom. I followed and he locked the door behind me, pulled my pants down and fucked me, came and left.

I'm near Dallas and have a huge fetish for fucking and in general using big white guys (from slightly chubby to really fat) any age young to old. I find that a chubby guy is usually very willing to do whatever it takes to get laid. I kind of like the lack of self esteem and smell of desperation they can have. So many guys are into skinny, muscled or fit guys when a fat guy can be a much easier and less attitude of a lay. That said, I can't find many in the area. I also really like their small dicks. It's definitely very emasculating for them while of course beefing up my own ego. I'm very non-attitude type of guy, but I enjoy the role of being the object of affection and sex for those less visually "perfect". I have one nearby that I use exclusively as for a good anonymous blow and a really good tight hole to fuck, but would love to have some variety. Maybe we can even swap or share some guys. Anyway, if you're a big guy or just also into big guys...let's chat!

Last summer, my boy and I took a vacation to Europe together. It was one of those packages, seeing a different city every day for a week and a half before flying home. We thought it would be exhilarating, but it turned out to be exhausting. When passing through Berlin, we decided to separate from the group and see the gay neighborhood. I had sort of hoped we’d get up to some naughty fun so I brought a small tube of lube and condoms in my shirt pocket, just in case. I bet there was a place where I could fuck him, safely, with maybe a few strangers watching. The very idea got my cock stirring. We fuck bare in private, but I didn’t want any strangers to think my boy was a slut who took all loads… We wound up in a two-level club with a sign proclaiming CRUISING BASEMENT. The street level bar looked like a normal bar, except with flat screen televisions playing bareback porn. There was a set of stairs at the back of the bar down to what must have been the cruising area. We were both kind of nervous being there, with nothing like that in our hometown, or even in most big cities in America for that matter. We quickly downed two large beers each in quick succession. We joked about exploring downstairs and seeing what trouble we could get into. Maybe some beers would help ease our angst and loosen us up a bit. My boy asked the bartender where the restroom was, and he gestured with a wink to the dark staircase. I knew he had to take a piss and he got up to head downstairs as I ordered another beer. A few minutes went by. Then a few minutes more passed. I was halfway through my beer and needed to take a piss myself. I gulped down the rest of my drink, paid our tab, grabbed my boy’s untouched beer and headed to find him. I found the bathroom, surprisingly clean and well-lit. No sign of my boy. I took a piss into a stainless steel trough urinal, holding my boy’s beer with one hand and my streaming cock in the other. I felt someone come up behind me, and press his crotch into my ass. I melted into him as he reached around and shook the last droplets from my dick. He pulled way, knelt down and took me into his mouth, moaning as he deep-throated me, occasionally holding up a bottle of poppers to huff. I like good head as much as anyone, but I was worried about my boy. I pulled the guy off my now-wet dick and backed out of the bathroom. The guy stayed on his knees grinning at me as I headed into the darkness to rescue my boy if he needed rescuing or to join in some raunchy, hopefully safe fun. In the darkness, I followed the sound of whispers and groans down a short hallway where I found my boy in an open doorway, leaning out and moaning, with his eyes closed. I reached out to feel his chest. His shirt was pulled up behind his neck. He clenched his eyes and I ran my hand down to his crotch. It was so dark that I could barely see that his pants were at his ankles, and someone was eating his ass. I grabbed my boy’s hard cock and he swatted my hand away. I cleared my throat and he opened his eyes. He reached out to me and wrapped his arms around my neck, supporting his weight as the stranger worked his ass. My boy whispered, or rather hissed into my ear "Is it okay if he fucks me?" I murmured approval, extracted the condom from my pocket, and handed it to the top who stood up and started slapping his sizeable dick against my boy’s wet ass crack. Of course I expected him to pull on the condom, but instead he scoffed and threw it to the dirty ground, pushed my boy’s back down so it was parallel to the floor, and his ass arched up. My boy grabbed onto my waist with both arms as the stranger lurched forward. My boy yelped and I knew the top had entered him raw. Just then the guy who had briefly blown me in the bathroom stepped out of the darkness and held his bottle of poppers under my boy’s nostrils. My boy huffed deep and held his breath. Had I been thinking clearly, I might have tried to stop it, but I was honestly too turned on. The top pounding my boy’s raw ass went at it for about thirty seconds, only to mutter "Too tight. Gonna make me breed him too soon." Then giving a disapproving grimace he pulled out and disappeared into the shadows. My boy was dizzy from the experience. I grasped both of his hands and led him towards a deep bench against a wall. I sat down and he collapsed, face first into my lap, thinking he would take a quick nap, but I was wrong. He shimmied my pants down and swallowed my hard dripping cock to the root. I was still wet with the poppers guy’s spit. I knew there were other guys around. I could hear them whispering, and kissing, and sucking, and fucking. Knowing that at least some of them were watching really got me hot. The guy with the poppers had followed us and knelt down behind my boy, diving into his freshly-fucked ass with his tongue. My boy moaned on my dick. The guy lapped away for a few moments and then crouched down behind him. From my place on the bench, I watched as his aimed his raw cock into my boy’s willing ass. My boy squealed as he took another raw anal assault. The poppers guy took a huff and then leaned over my boy, making him do the same, and then offering them to me. I took the bottle and inhaled very deeply as the poppers guy's pace picked up only to halt. I knew he was firing his cum into my boy’s bare hole. He slapped my boy’s sweaty, and now cummy ass and pulled out. I thought he’d go away, but he leaned towards my boy and whispered with his thick German accent, theatrically so everyone around could hear "Good thing that other guy didn’t blow his load inside you. He’s POZZED up more than a few tourists here." He chuckled as my boy fisted his cock, his moans announcing he himself was close to cumming. The poppers guy laid down on his back, under my boy, on that filthy sticky floor, gobbling down my boy’s cock just in time to swallow his load. Just then, the first guy, the hulking POZ one, crept out of the darkness again. His huge cock was still wet and shiny, either from my boy’s hole or from some other bottom in the basement darkness. He slapped it against my boy’s cummy crack a few times, leered at me, and slammed all the way in. My boy tried to swallow my dick, but the top was so aggressive that he mostly just moaned with an open mouth around the head. He fucked my boy hard and quick for no more than two minutes. He cursed in Dutch, or German maybe, a few times before quickening his pace and then pounding six times with decreasing speed, filling my boy with toxic seed. It got me super close to going over the edge. My boy felt my nuts tightening up and pulled off my cock. The POZ top disappeared and the poppers guy just laughed as I pulled away and got behind my boy, marveling at the cum streaking down his thighs and the low light glistening on his sweaty back. I slid easily into is loose sloppy hole and came after five seconds. My boy threw his head back and lost another load into the poppers guy’s eager mouth. My boy stood up on his trembling legs and threw his arms around me, kissing me deeply. He growled into my ear "We gotta get out of here, and fast, or I’m going to wind up taking every load in this basement." "And what would be so bad about that?" I asked. He kissed me hard, grinned and waved at me, and backed away into the darkness….

One of the absolutely HOTTEST things that's ever happened to me just happened. I can't fuckin' believe it. Reading back on this story, now that I've typed it, it sounds like a porn movie, but no, it just happened to me. I may be getting old and stupid in my old age, but still I'm a horn dog at heart. And I occasionally get myself into some pretty risky situations. Last night, I posted on Craigslist that I wanted to get tag fucked by a group of black men this week. These tag fucks are not easy to set up. But, I've had several really successful ones in the past. It's been awhile since my last group fuck. And I was hoping I could somehow set one up while I'm home on vacation, this week. I placed the ad and I got a few replies that didn't lead anywhere. A lot of the typical crap you get from the CL game players. But, one of the replies I got on KIK was from a heavyset, 23 year old black kid that had seen my ad. He looked kind of cute in his pic. He was trying to appear kind of thuggish. But he was looking a little too cute to really pull it off. He shared some pics of his cock with me. As well as a video of him jacking off. He was showing about 6"s of uncut black dick, covered with very ample foreskin. We chatted back and forth on KIK for a few hours last night. He told me that he could host at his condo at noon on Monday. I asked if he lived with family or had roommates? I knew the area he lived in. It's a very nice middle class area. I didn't think a young kid his age could afford to live in that area alone. He told me he lived with his Dad. His Mom and Dad were divorced. And he had moved from Los Angeles to Las Vegas to live with his Dad about a year ago. I said, "What would your Dad do if he caught us fucking?" He said, "He'd probably fuck you, too. LOL". "Yeah, right. You're joking, right"? "Nope, my Dad fucks me", Antone said. "But, he'll probably be at work. He wouldn't care, anyway". I'm thinking this kid is just pulling my leg and fuckin' with me. In fact, now I'm disappointed. He's obviously another CL flake that's just playin' with me. He's not serious about hooking up. I said to him, "Send me a pic of your Dad". Antone sends a couple of pics of a very good looking black man that appears to be in his mid 40's. One of the pics is even a pic of this same black guy fucking some chick. And another one of the same chick sucking his BBC. I'm skeptical that these are really pics of his Dad. I'm thinking that it's probably just a pics of some handsome black guy he found on the internet to send me. I'm still not believing him. But, Antone had gotten me very turned on with his messages and his pics. So, against my better judgement, we confirm that I'm going to come to his condo at noon the next day. I'm nervous as hell, driving the 30 minutes to his condo. This kid is young. Just 23. I'm still not sure if what he's telling me about his Father is true or not? Is he just messing with me? I've had a few really scary encounters with strangers I've set up from Craigslist, in the past. I'm wondering if I'm stepping into something that I shouldn't be? Will his dad show up and beat the shit out of me, because I'm having sex with his son? Is the kid even really 23? He looks young in his pic. Should I ask to see his ID to see if he's legal age, before we get naked? My mind was racing with all the scary possibilities that I could be putting myself into. But, the pics of his beautiful, young, hard black dick were just too much for me to resist. I needed to taste that foreskin of his. I wanted his cock in my ass. And I wanted his load of cum in me. As nervous and apprehensive as I was about this, there I was driving to his Father's home to have sex with this kid. I finally arrive at his condo, right on time. The gate code he's given me works. I find the correct building, I park and climb the stairs to their second floor condo. I'm literally shaking as I ring the doorbell. Antone answers the door and brings me inside. "Are we alone", I ask? "No. Dad's here. He's working the late shift tonight. But he's cool with it. He knows why you're here. He told me to have fun", Antone tells me with a wink and a smile. "Seriously? Where is he?". "He's in his room, on his computer. Don't freak. He's totally cool with it", Antone said. Now, I'm really shaking. This is just too freaky. But, I follow Antone back to his bedroom. He closes the door and begins to kiss me. We begin to undress each other as we kiss. He's already hard as I pull his sweatpants open. Once naked, we climb on the bed and end up in a 69 position. Sucking each other. Then we change positions and I begin to eat his ass. He's moaning loudly as I slide my tongue into him. "Shhhhhh...... Your Dad will hear", I whisper to him. Antone laughs. "You're such a freakout. Cool the fuck down, man...", he chuckles. We switch positions again. I'm now on my hands and knees and Antone begins to eat my ass. The kid is great at rimming. He keeps spitting on my hole, then sliding the spit up into me with his tongue. Then I feel him kneel behind me and put his cock up to my ass. He grabs me around the waist and begins to slide up in me. He's lubed me up well with all his spit. He slides into me quite easily. The horny kid immediately starts to pound my ass, hard. The slapping sound of our bodies is loud and the bedframe is squeaking and hitting the wall as he pounds me. I'm still feeling nervous that his Dad is literally in the next room as his son fucks me. Since this kid is only 23, and judging from the pic, I'm a hell of a lot older than the Dad. But, the fuck feels great. I always have my trusty popper bottle in hand, and I take a few sniffs and try to relax into the fuck. I'm feeling so weird. This strange mixture of excitement and fear. I'm still nervous as hell. But the kid knows what he's doing. He may be young, but he knows how to fuck. He keeps pushing me into different positions. I'm finally face down, flat on the bed. My face buried in the pillow as he slams into me. Suddenly I hear, "How's his ass feel, Antone?" "Nice, Dad. Real nice". I pull my face up off the pillow and turn my head towards the voice at the bedroom door. Antone's Father is standing at the doorway. Completely naked. He's close to 6' tall. About 250 lbs. He's got a football player's build. A nice looking guy in his mid 4'0's. Carrying some extra weight. But looking very handsome and strong. He's got a long, thick cock hanging between his legs and large balls hanging behind it. His muscular chest and abs are covered in hair. But his cock and balls are shaved smooth. My heart is racing. I'm paralyzed with fear. I look at the Father with shock and fear in my eyes. I can't even form words to say anything to him. Anonte just keeps pounding my ass. His Dad moves to the side of the bed. "Over here, Fag. You need a black dick stuffed in your mouth, too. Antone told me you like black dick. So, here's some more black dick for your faggot mouth", he says. Antone pulls out of my ass and I slowly crawl to the edge of the bed. I'm on my hands and knees as I take the Father's limp cock in my mouth and begin to suck. Antone climbs behind me and again slides his cock back into me. The Dads cock slowly begins to grow in my mouth. His cock soon has grown to I'm guessing about 8" thick inches. His cockhead is covered in loose foreskin. There's a nice bit of cheese under the foreskin. It's sweet, salty and pungent. I suck and gently chew on the foreskin. And then he holds my head and fucks my mouth. "You done good, kid. He looks like a good fuck". "Try him, Dad. His ass is nice and wet". Antone pulls out and they change positions. The Dad now climbs behind me as Antone puts his cock up to my lips. I saw the Dad's fully hard cock as he pulled from my mouth and climbed behind me on the bed. And I know I'm going to need some more poppers to be able to take him. It's big, thick and rock hard. I sniff deeply in both nostrils a couple of times as I feel the Dad slam up into me in one, merciless thrust. I let out an audible gasp as he impales me with his giant cock. Then I wrap my lips around Anton's cock and he begins to fuck my face, as his father fucks my ass. Grunts, moans and growls are coming from all 3 of us as the two of them abuse my holes. They switch positions a couple of times. Finally, Antone is fucking me as he growls and yells out, "Oh, Fuck! I'm coming"....!!! He thrusts into me and empties his balls in my ass. He continues to slowly fuck me as he pumps his last drops into me. Then he pulls out quickly and slaps my ass as his Father pulls from my mouth and climbs back on the bed, crawling behind me. He rams his cock back into me and shows no mercy as he pummels my ass with his monster cock. His son's cum in my ass provided some much needed lube. He slid inside me much smoother and easier this time. His thrusts were hard and deep. His son put his cock back up to my lips to clean off with my mouth. I taste his cum and my ass on his cock that was still hard as a rock. His Dad then pulled out of me. He grabbed me by the legs and pulled me as he said, "Get on your back, Fag". I complied and rolled onto my back in the center of the queen sized bed. The Dad lifted my legs and Antone throws one of the pillows up under my ass, as I sniffed the poppers. The Dad positioned himself at my hole and slammed his cock back into me. I let out a grunt as he slid balls deep, back into me. Antone climbed back on the bed and squatted over my face. He spread his asscheeks and lowered his hole to my mouth. I licked and ate his sweet ass. I could hear Antone and his Dad kissing as I ate his ass and his Dad fucked mine. The Dad's thrusts became even more brutal as he neared climax. Soon he grunted and slammed into me as his cock exploded in my guts. He was growling and grunting and swearing as his load emptied into me. Antone had been stroking his cock as I ate his hole. All of a sudden I felt Antone's hot cum cover my stomach. The little fucker had shot a second load onto me. The Dad pulled out of me. "Clean up this mess, Antone", he chuckled as he climbed off the bed. Antone leaned forward and licked his own cum from my stomach. Then he crawled around me and lifted my legs. He licked his Father's and his own cum from my gaping asshole. His Dad stepped up alongside us as he and Antone kissed again. Antone feeding his Father the load he had just licked up. Without a word, Antone's Father left the room and closed the door behind him. I stared in silence at Antone. Then we both broke into laughter. "Holy FUCK!", I said. "What the hell just happened?" Antone was also laughing. "Yeah, it freaks guys out. But, I told you it was all cool. You didn't need to be so nervous." "Have you and your Dad been fucking a long time", I asked? "Yeah. Like, forever. He's been fuckin' me....well.......since my Mom left us. And that was a long time ago. And some of his buds have fucked when they all have been drinkin' together. Now, I'm the one sharing my buds with him. LOL. Kind of funny, huh?." Antone said. "Is your Dad gay?" I asked?" "Ahhh.. Fuck, no!!! He likes pussy. He brings girls home all the time to fuck. Mostly white chicks. They love his cock. He works at one of the Big Casino's. He's always bringin' girls back that he's met at the hotel. He ain't had a steady girlfriend for awhile. But, he'll pretty much fuck anything. He's just a horny fucker. Like me, I guess." Antone chuckled. "There's some bitch in his bed, getting pounded, all the time. Once in awhile he'll even have some guy show up here that he'll fuck. I don't think it matters to him. He just likes to fuck. He's had me fuck some of the chicks and the guys he's brought home with him. But, I think I prefer the guys he brings home. The chicks can be kind of skanky lookin', if you know what I mean?" Antone said, with a laugh. I finish dressing and Antone walks me to the door. As we enter the living room, his Dad is sitting on the sofa. Still naked. Smoking a cigarette. "So, how's that pussy of yours feeling after two black dicks and two loads of cum in you?'' he asked? Smiling a devilish smile. "Feels great! Thanks for the fuck. I'm Dave, by the way", I say as I walk to the door. "Walter. Walt, actually", he says. "Well, thank you, Walt and thank you, Antone. This was pretty amazing". We all three chuckle as Antone lets me out the door. I couldn't wait to get home to write this all down. It still doesn't seem real or possible. I just messaged Antone back and told him I wanted to organize a big tag team party at a motel later this month. I wanted him and his Dad to be part of it to seed my ass. Antone replied back that they'd both be there. I hope his Dad will bring some of his buddies. God! I love living in Las Vegas! Living here really brings the PIG out in me.

Hey guys, this is my first post on this site. I'm 26 year old young looking slim built guy, am fairly new to the bareback scene, and am currently negative. A raw fuck buddy and I spontaneously booked a trip to Berlin to try out the sites. We are both fans of the rougher side of sex, such as being choked (or strangled), anon loads, and role playing. Lab.oratory, he famous sex club, is housed in an old power station. I found the experience absolutely amazing, so without reservation I recommend you try it. The doors opened at 10:00 and we entered with the queue shortly there after. I have never seen so many guys rushing to throw their clothing in the bags provided by the organizers, but eventually I realised the guys who were racing to strip and enter the main hall were Berlin bottoms who were making sure they got the best spot in the dark room and slings. The fucking started immediately. Of course the sounds, smells and atmosphere of the place were infectious. I needed a few drinks to relax before I threw myself into a sling and gave myself to the mercy of the hundreds of guys and my top mate who was selecting dick for me to take. I've no idea how many I took. The professional bottoms were pounded senseless all night for hours and hours. My top mate fucked 30 men and bred three or four. I definitely took some loads. If neither of us catches anything it will be a miracle. Has anyone else had any experiences at the Lab.oratory?

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I was on the road for work and very horny. I fired up Grindr and after a few minutes connected with a hot young 22 year old twink. Being 50, a little overweight, greying and some facial hair, I don't usually connect with the younger crowd but tonight was different. After chatting and swapping pics, I was definitely interested in this young top and his 8+ inches of meat. He only played safe, which was OK with me. I had lube and poppers, he would bring the condoms and meet in my hotel lobby. I went down to meet him and was very happy. He was the guy in the pictures and a hot little number. We went up to my room and quickly disrobed. After making out passionately with him, I dropped to my knees and started sucking that thick pole. I took about half of it in my mouth and slowly worked it to hardness, alternately licking his balls and groin, then back up to his shaft. When he was completely hard and ready, he asked if I was ready to fuck. I pulled off his cock and smiled at him. He wanted me bent over the end of the bed to fuck me from behind, and I only hesitated to reach for the lube and hand it to him. He grabbed a condom and put it on, opened the lube and squirted some onto my hole. He threw the lube on the bed beside me while working a few fingers into my hole to prepare me for his thick cock. After removing his fingers, he placed the head of his cock against my hole and slowly added pressure until my rosebud relented and allowed the head through. He kept pushing until he had buried that monster deep inside my ass to the hilt. I groaned and tried to relax, but his cock was massive in my hole. It had been 6 months since I had last bottomed, and this was more cock than I had taken in years. After a few minutes to get used to his shaft, he started slowly pumping his cock into me. Slow short strokes increased in length until he was long dicking me. The feeling was intense, stretching out my hole and filling me, and had me moaning and squirming for more. I groaned "God, this feels amazing." He replied by asking "Do you like this young cock in your daddy ass?" to which I could only reply "Fuck yeah! Give me that boy cock." The pace of fucking increased as the talk definitely made him hotter. So I upped the ante with "That's it, Son. Fuck your daddy." He slowed a bit and asked if I had sons, and if I let them fuck me. I replied "I only have daughters, but if I did have a son, I would want him to fuck me like you are doing right now." He slowed further and leaned forward putting his chest on my back, barely moving his cock inside me now. Did I go too far? Did I push him somewhere that took him off his game? Did I ruin this amazing fuck mid stream? He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear "I wish you were my father." I replied "Me too, but it wouldn't be like this." He asked "What do you mean?" I said "If you were my son, there would be nothing between us. Complete trust and openness. Personal, emotional, and sexually open. My son would never need a condom, as we would be completely natural and trusting together. And yes, I wish you were my son too." He hugged me, continuing to stroke into my ass slowly, and stood back up. After about 10-15 thrusts, he pulled out and grabbed the bottle of lube. He flicked it open and applied a little more to my hole with his fingers. After a few seconds, I again felt his cock rubbing against my hole and prepared for him to push inside me again. As his cock head passed my anal ring and his cock slid into me, I saw his hand move up past my shoulder and in front of me. He opened his fist and dropped his condom onto the bed near my face. He said "Nothing between us. Is this what you wanted?" He buried his raw cock inside me and held it there, awaiting my response. "Yes Son. Skin to skin is the only way family should be. Natural and raw." He started slowly working his cock back and forth in my ass and it felt amazing. "That's it, Son. My cock gave you life, now give me your cock so we can both live." He was eating it up, and started really fucking my ass with abandon, long dicking me like a pro. I heard a change in his breathing pattern and he started shortening his strokes. I knew he was getting close. I reached back and touched his hips, and felt his raw cock pistoning in and our of my ass. He was ready to blow. I cried out "That's it, Son. Cum inside your Daddy. Give me that load. Daddy wants your cum, baby." That put him over the edge, and he started cumming. He pushed his cock deep into my ass and spasmed with each shot. I could feel his cock twitching inside me as he delivered his load inside me. As his cock subsided, he fell forward again onto my back. He hugged me, and quietly asked "Did I do good, Dad?" My reply was "Yes, Son, you did just fine. You make me proud to be your father." He was silent, but I could feel a little wetness where his face was resting on my shoulder. I could feel a few shudders as he tried to hold back the tears unsuccessfully and hugged me tight. After a few minutes, he rose off my back and slowly pulled his cock out of my hole. I clamped down to keep his juice inside me a bit longer. I turned to face him and we hugged, holding each other silently for a few more minutes. Finally we parted and he had a content smile on his face. "Thank you. That meant more to me than you know." I smiled, kissed him, and we got cleaned up silently. He dressed, and we hugged again before he left my room. Sometimes we hook up to get off. Sometimes we scratch and itch that fills a desire. And sometimes we touch each others lives in ways we never intended. I got an amazing fuck and a huge load from a hot twink with a huge cock. And maybe I helped someone chase away some of their personal demons along the way. I win either way, but it kind of felt good to help him deal with his own issues too.

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Went to my favorite play spot and got 4 loads in my ass last night. I had not been out in many months since I moved about 2 hours from where the sex club I used to go was but I decided to go last night. I put a post in Squirt.org stating where I would be and I would be taking bb loads. One guy came up behind me and stuck his cock in, it wasn't big but that was fine because I was just getting started so I was not loose yet. So he fucked a few minutes and came in my ass. I got fucked before then by a guy with a huge cock but it was the first fuck of the night and I was still tight even though I had worked on getting my hole loose at home the day before. It hurt like a bitch but he kind of left in a rush because he was looking for a loose hole. Then I got fucked with a guy with a very big dick but he had a rubber, but I didn't care it was still good cause his cock was really big and thick. Then I got fucked by a few more guys that came in my ass. 2 had big loads cause when I went to finger my ass when they were done I heard a squish sound. All in all a great night. The 2 hour drive home really sucked but it was worth it.

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It was Monday night. I met a guy on growlr. I had arranged to go over later that night. He messaged in the afternoon to say that a mate would be joining us. He asked if I was up to 'party' Hell yes my response. On e I got there, I had struck gold. They were both so sexy with anazing cocks. But we had enough chems to keep us horned all night. They were both tops too which was fine by me. I took my first load about 10 minutes into it, and then had another 4 dumped in me throughout the night.

"Jagged Little Pill" You live you learn, you love you learn You cry you learn, you lose you learn You bleed you learn, you scream you learn — Alanis Morissette, 1996 As much hair that covered that small body of his, Conrad Wilson III had trouble with facial hair. His beard was incredibly sparse which, you could see with him standing there hairy and naked after his shower, the rest of his body was not. This was why he was excited to see he could start shaping the minimum facial hair to form what he imagined as a wispy Dartanian beard. A soul patch and a little chin scruff and a thin growth above the lip—something an unshaven seventeen-year-old might have. He held small scissors in his hand, clipping one, two nose hairs from a nostril. In his other hand he held a cell phone. His mother continued to prattle on. “Did you see the front page of the Chronicle?” He glanced at Monday's finished crossword puzzle sitting on the hamper next to the toilet. “Of course you did. Look who I’m asking? I called Kitty right away. Reporters were in her drive way all morning. No word from Dr. Dean, the bastard—sipping martinis on his new houseboat in Sausalito with that horrible Nurse Wretched or what have you. Too drunk or hungover to answer. Kitty didn’t know what to do or say to the police. Of course, she hasn’t gone back to the house. I wouldn't either. The police wanted her to see if anything was missing. They think nothing was taken, just a smashed mirror. It was all the furniture that wouldn’t fit in her condo. The kids' stuff went with, but not theirs, not surprisingly. And she was responsible for the clean it up! Think of it. And insurance won’t pay nearly enough. Naturally they’ll need new carpet. If you ask me I would just give the bed to charity but they probably wouldn’t take it, well, not the mattress most likely. But the poor thing was frantic, not being able to get a hold of Dean, the bloody prick. Sorry, dear." Did his mother have a bigger grievance against Dr. Crenshaw than just sticking up for her best girl friend? He saw a blemish on his cheek and banished the thought of his mother and Dr. Crenshaw. "She fired the real estate agent, of course. I'm certain she wasn't involved. She wasn't bright enough. A set of keys were missing in the middle of the week, but did she think to notify anyone? No. Can you imagine she was going to have an open house on Sunday? I suppose for her sake it was a blessing that she had a private showing the day before. Just she and an Indian couple were there. Casino people from that place up on Highway 5?” "Native American," he corrected. "And if she hadn't walked in and found those bodies? Can you imagine discovering them at an open house? With all those people?" “Mother, if I chit-chat any longer I’ll be late.” “Oh, I know you’re busy, dear. I do hope you’re safe with all those criminals running around—be safe, won’t you?" She sighed. "Pacific Heights is so picturesque, isn't it, and your apartment is so lovely. It's where your father and I lived when we first were married. Does the landlady still sit by the window with her cat? Silvia—what was her last name? We still send her Christmas cards with our family newsletter.” "She’s pretty much blind and bedridden, and there is no cat." “I do just wish you would have gotten the floor above. It has the loveliest view of the bridge. Foggy nights, roaring fire, wine, your father would bring home Chinese. Ah. Oh well, I should drop by and see if you are stocked up, so you and—oh, what’s his name, dear, the Mormon boy? “Carson.” “Carson (laughs), like the city. And that funny last name. How is he, dear?" Her disinterest in asking the question even poured through the phone, as did the glug-glub of her wine decanter. The clink of the crystal stopper going back in its neck. What time was it? 9:45 in the morning. My god! “Funny enough, I haven’t seen him.” It was a curiosity. Carson, who made the dining room his bedroom—he, Conrad had the only real bedroom—hadn't been home all weekend. That most certainly was not like him. He picked at the blemish. She paused for a moment. “A dead dog and a man without pants. Oh sweet Jesus! Can you imagine? The papers are having a field day!” “Mother, I’ll call you when I get home tonight.” “Please do, sweetheart. I so worry about you in that horrid city." "It happened in Belvedere, mother. Closer to you than me." "You're telling me! I'm frightened to death. Riff-raff everywhere you turn.” "I really am going to be late. Kisses." Double kiss-kiss sounded from the ear piece. He hung up and snipped two more hairs from his other nostril. Perfect, but why couldn't he have as much hair on his face as he did in his nose. And why did he have to have a hairy back? He just a week away from turning twenty-one. He should ask for laser surgery for his birthday. He scrutinized his face a final time. The blemish was hardly noticeable. He dabbed it with Clearasil just to be sure. He was ready for Monday’s make-up class. He was excited. They were to learn about prosthetic noses today. He wanted to try on a long one over his little pug nose. Sharp. Pointed. Something French to go with his beard. *** So this happened. I'm driving my jeep back from a matinee where I'm ushering the balcony. A rare production: a well done classic in these hinterlands. Not fully attended so I wasn't too busy. I leave the lot and it's spewing bits of icy rain. I hear a boom! Halfway down the block my entire drive shaft falls out. It makes a hell of a racket and I think, Shit, there goes the jeep. I look under and pull out the drive shaft and the U-joint. This guy passes me on the sidewalk, beeping his keys to unlock the Prius next to me. "Well, fuck me Judge Judy," I say, not to him, just out loud. I'm standing there wet, soggy, despairingly holding the drive shaft and the U-joint in the street like some sad clown. He's getting into his car. Looks at me, looks at the jeep. "It's a jeep," he says. "You have another drive shaft. Take it over Eddie's Transmission, ‘bout a mile down." I recognize him from up in the balcony, before each show, talking to the actors. He’s the play's director. "That so. What do I know, I've had two cars my entire life, my daddy's Caddy and this old jalopy." He looks me over again. Says, "Don't I know you?" On that subject my answer is always: Nope, and move on. But this time I say, "Well, I'm a volunteer usher. I do the balcony. Nasty weather. Small house, but the actors were great. The girl who played Nina was especially good. Stayed for the whole show." I talk too much. Sometimes when I've been isolated a little too long and the cats aren't holding up their end of the conversation (as cats are wont to do), I'll go in to Walmart or some such, buy something I don't need, and just start talking to store clerks, or women who have interesting neck tattoos, or people sitting in the pharmacy waiting for their fulfillment, and just start making up all kinds of stuff. "Mighty kind of you to say. I directed it," he says. Something passes between us. Can't pin it down. I see him searching files in his brain, too, but he keeps talking. "Kind of you to stay. Not much for the actors playing to an empty house.” He switches mid-beat. “But, I tell you what. It's the dog-gonedest thing. You're the spitin' image of someone I used to know." I look at him. He, too, looks familiar. I see it before he does. It's Carson, the Montana Mormon kid from years ago. Same round face, same receptive eyes. Bald now. I have a flashback of more than twenty years of my back alley bedroom, of unbuttoning his jeans and discovering his prickly cactus and tumbleweeds. I have to look down and compose myself. Not smiling, I respond, "Don't see how. Never got out much from this area." He then snaps his fingers. "David Kennedy!" He looks around pointing at me, looking to tell someone on the street who he's discovered. Truth was, years ago, right after I left the city, I was pretty paranoid. I used to wear a prosthetic nose and brown contact lenses in public to keep things like this at bay. But that got old after so many years, when I stopped thinking a certain group of people were looking. And now who'd know me in these small towns. But theatre is catnip to me and keeps me dropping in to watch actors from up in the dark. Mostly small houses, run down theatres doing bad Shakespeare, painful Moliere, some recent plays from New York, the ones with older actors in them. It's mostly older people that attend, so plays with older actors usually do well. Nostalgia. Reflections of themselves. But I confess, for me, it's also the lights, the calm, the anonymity, the smell. Did you know that smell is the strongest memory trigger? It always brings back that year and the boys that made it— as I look at Carson—and them's that didn't, JT's voice says in my head. "Hmm, interesting," I say shaking my head, looking at him blankly. We both know I'm lying. Carson's greatest talented was reading people, reading actors especially he was playing against. Would drop out of character to say, without accusation, that he just was feeling it. He'd purse his lips like he was doing right then. I can see why he directs. Not many people can pull the drollness out of The Seagull, make it just a melodramatic tragedy; he got more than a few chuckles from a house of ten patrons and an usher. He tests me, skeptically, "You weren't ever in the theatre, movies? TV?" I bite down hard on my oft-played Walmart role, against a very tough scene partner I might add. "Nope. Love to have. Just a fan. Did one play in high school but was so nervous forgot my lines. One play and that was that. Still, I try to help out, fills up the time. Name's Keith Reilly, next town over." I look at my hand to see if I have grease on it. I don't and extend my palm. He still has the same firm rancher's son handshake. "Retired school principal. Yup.” I look up at the swirling gray sky. “Appreciate the info about Eddie's though. Your name was?" "Carson Littlebear." The prick is smiling appreciatively and ironically. "Well, Carson Littlebear, sure was a pleasure meeting you and I really did like your play. I'll be back in the balcony this weekend and playing all week." He gives me a final look. "And play it well, you do, Keith Reilly, retired principal from the next town over.” He says quietly so the rest of the imaginary cast doesn’t hear: “Maybe a little less on the accent." I give him, for old time’s sake, my best blank, uncomprehending, not breaking character, don't know what you’re getting at, look. He gets in his car, waits a moment, and rolls down the window. There's a pause as he's looking out at me standing there in the street holding my drive shaft and U-joint. I'm not sure what he wants at this point. "Can't get out if you don't—" he breaks off pointing at the car in front and back and at my jeep blocking him in. I nod friendly-like and throw the parts in the passenger side and go around to my door. Just before I get in he calls out, "Man who'd have a jeep long as you had in these parts probably would've known there was a second drive shaft—and before you say anything that you got to say to that, I seem to recall a white Caddy that my friend got from his daddy. Strange, in'it?" "World's a strange place, Carson Littlebear," I say and get in. "Reckon it is!" he yells as a last reach. I shift my clutch into four-wheel drive and ramble off to Eddie's. *** He put a blanket over the sleep boy. His cursed responsibility. He sat up most of the night contemplating his next move. He gathered together a Go Bag with Shaftow's gun, both of his, the fifty-K he had in the safe, a passport and other IDs of one "Steven Jackson," two toothbrushes—one for himself and one for JT. Right. That's where his plan broke down. JT would never go with him. Should he just let him leave in the morning? Mr. X would easily find him and he'd be dead in a day. Could a day's head start make a difference to him? He shook his head in disgust at his ruthlessness. And B) he never seen or heard of anyone ever getting away from Mr. X. He had sealed that fate back in Oakland years ago. So what did he want, he asked himself? He wanted to survive, he wanted JT to survive. He wanted to take care of JT. He wanted JT to care about him. But that ship had also sailed. That was never going to happen. He was delusional if he thought that. Then he settled for at least JT and him simply surviving. How? Coming on four in the morning he realized the question wasn't what he wanted, but what Mr. X would want. Every way he looked at it he accepted Jeremy wasn't leaving unscathed, dead maybe, but Mr. X would want a sacrifice and Jeremy would be the lamb. He hated himself. He contemplated getting up and shooting Jeremy then himself. It might be better for them both. He didn't though. Couldn't. He let Plan B percolate. It was passive of him, cowardly, not who he was. Ultimately, they both probably would be killed anyway. See, this is what happens when go give in. He stripped, got into bed, pulled the leopard spread over his shoulder. He lay, looking at the dark windows. Failed plans floated through his cursed brain. He melted into a cold, troubled sleep, until a warm body came up behind him. JT's body. *** I came back to the Academy on Friday. Made the drive stretch out for two days. Spent the night in Morrow Bay outside Hearst Castle, watching the seals on the beach. Next day I strolled through the Redwood Forest. Stopped at that ancient sliced tree that shows the yearly rings that marked important dates: World War I and II scores of rings in, Christopher Columbus coming to America about a half a foot, the year Jesus was born another foot, when Greece sailed to Troy to fetch back Helen. Didn't have a marker for 1996, though. Maybe we were the living moss desperately clinging to the dead bark. As soon as I was back, Riggs buttonholed me and said Mr. X wanted to see me. Could I come over after dinner tonight? Sevenish? Not another blood oranges-rosemary chicken kind of night? I asked. We're far beyond that, he confided. Mr. X want to get down to business. He has a proposition. Please, he begged, come over. I said I would and knew instantly I’d regret it. Joey was okay in speech class, but different somehow. Reserved, which really wasn't his style. I saw he was affectionate with Duncan on the common room couch, that Duncan was attentive to him between classes. They weren't trying to hide it either. Why should they, if Conrad had the scoop that they were an item? But in fight class Duncan was completely different. Ordering Joey around worse than he usually ordered us boys. We were doing long poles with four foot sticks you hold at each end. We learned a routine where we'd clash in the middle at one angle, then clash again at another angle. Back and forth in the middle, a pair of us at a time. We were adding a part where the A group (my side) slid a hand down and held the pole like a baseball bat and the B side rose the pole over there head to block getting clobbered. Joey was in the B group and kept messing up. Duncan, true to form, called him out in front of the class. He repeatedly went over the routine playing the A part, bringing the pole down at Joey's head. Duncan was doing it at real-time speed. Joey would have the pole most of the way up and Duncan would smash his right hand because he wasn't quick enough. They'd do it again and Duncan would smash his left hand because he was anticipating and made the routine look fake. Joey quickly learned to get the pole up but by then you could tell Duncan was already pissed. He did a 360 with his pole and the velocity and force of the pole cracked Joey's pole in two. Duncan was about to continue another round of humiliation when Jeremy stepped forward. "I think he's got it, coach." Duncan dismissed him, telling Joey, “First position!” Jeremy challenged Duncan. “Lemme see if I got it right, coach.” He stood in front of Joey in first position. That took guts and I'd ever turn of mind and admired someone so much as Jeremy at that moment. Carson went over, too, and also protecting Joey. “See if I got it too,” he said. Then Leah and I stood on either side of them and readied our poles. Duncan really seemed off, paranoid, not at all fun. He kept tapping Jeremy's stick, and Jeremy kept tapping it away. We each got a turn tapping him away as he tested our resolve. "You mutineers taking over this class?" Jeremy spoke calmly, "Not if you don't—" "Hey guys," Joey broke in. "I'm the fuck up. Mr. McCain's right. I'm sorry, Sir. I'll try harder." Duncan's face reddened. He barked, "Alright, end of class!" There were audible sighs from a few people. Nothing from us standing by Joey. "Next week back to short swords and we'll add tumbling. Be ready people. No more of this namby-pamby shite." He left by the front door without looking back. Leah spoke first. "Duncan's an ass, Joey. How's your hands?" She made Joey show her. Luckily she didn't make him lift up his shirt, I thought. "Your knuckles are goddamn black and blue. I'm going to Mr. Riggs." Joey pleaded with her, no, forget it. He was fine and didn't want to make a big deal about it. Mr. McCain was always like this. Jeremy said he still thought Mr. Riggs should know about it. I offered (too hastily) that I was sure Mr. Riggs was aware. All except Joey looked at me quizzically. Well, I tried backtracking, it was his school and he knows Mr. McCain's temperament. The group accepted the thought. But I now wondered how healed Joey’s back was and if there were any new marks. If something like this was going on every night, I wanted to know. I saw first hand how Duncan easily lost control. "Well, fuck him and the ass he rode in on,” Leah concluded. “Hey, how 'bout supper! Why don’t y’all come over? Jeremy's cooking, right stud?" She brushed up against him warmly. Kissed him on the cheek. His face flushed and his cheeks turned bright red. "I'm in," I said. Carson and Joey looked at each other uncertainly. We’d really never had a dinner together. “Dude! Of course you’re coming.” Carson and Joey nodded. Carson asked what he could bring. Leah said, “Just an enormous appetite. Jeremy's not shy about roasting a whole pig if he's got an audience, are you sweetcheeks? "All I got time for is spaghetti tonight, buttercup. ‘Member I have that thing at seven?" Jeremy tried to play ‘thing’ down, which only excited Leah more. "Oh, that right! Jeremy's got a hot date with some mystery man." Joey came alive with the revelation, blurting out an enormous, "Hah! And all this time, I thought you were a big 'ol, good 'ol boy, closet case." This was the Joey I remembered. We all laughed. Not so much Jeremy. He seemed a little embarrassed and mad at Leah. "He ain't no mystery man. Just someone I met is all." Jeremy hit Leah, but like you'd hit your kid sister. A little more than light, but a bit less than hard. "And I gotta mystery man to meet too,” I said. "But spaghetti sounds awesome after three weeks of pizza and salad." "What’ya got against pizza, dude," Joey said, fake kneeing me in the balls. "Let’s get the fuck outta here. Skip the shower. Who knows what Jeremy might do if I drop the soap." "Whatever you say, Ratso," snorted Jeremy tilting an imaginary cowboy hat, leading us down the stairs. Joey started singing, Everybody's talkin' at me, then Leah joined in, I don't hear a word they’re sayin', and finally Carson and me joined, only the echoes of my mind. Jeremy abruptly stopped on the stairs making us all crash into each other. He turned around taking center stage, and proudly recited, "Well, sir, I ain't a f'real cowboy. But I'm one helluva stud!" Joey jumped on Jeremy's shoulders, Leah pinched Joey’s butt and I kneed Carson to keep moving. *** Freeze frame. That's why we like photographs. They're our mental periods. Nothing exists before them, nothing after. We’ll only forever remain in the moment. Susan Sontag argues that photography levels every event, makes all events equal, creates in us a "chronic voyeuristic relation" to the world around us. Takes us outside the world, the moment, not in it. Don DeLillo makes the argument from the flip side of the coin, as voiced by his characters in White Noise. (Yeah, yeah, I read a lot in the mountains.) His characters go to a tourist attraction called The Most Photographed Barn in America. There, every day tourist stand on the same mound to photograph the barn. The same image repeated endlessly by thousands of tourist. There's a stand to the side that also sells postcards and slides of the barn. One character watches the tourist with their tripods, and filters, and telephoto lenses. He observes: "Being here is a kind of spiritual surrender. We see only what the others see. The thousands who were here in the past, those who will come in the future. We've agreed to be part of a collective perception." I have that image in my mind right now of us descending the stairs. I also have one of those physical pictures at my house. Not of the barn but from Disneyland with my family. In the photo I'm eight. My mom's is in a scarf and my dad's in a Jungle Cruise captain's hat. We must have been happy at that moment when a friendly stranger photographed us standing under the Kodak Photo Spot sign, overlooking the submarine lagoon. How many other families stood in that exact spot, happy at the moment, wearing the same expression. The moment stops there. Frozen. We can now shed the moment and get on with our lives. As with The Most Photograph Barn in America, we no longer see the barn. It’s captured. I no longer see my family. I don't have to. The family, a perfect replica, hangs on my cabin wall. I don’t even see it. I don’t need to. I know it’s there if only as an illusion. The five of us are frozen in my mind on that staircase. None of us will ever be unhappy. *** Vinnie’s robe’s open and he still sports a very hairy, very hard erection. He lays on the floor clutching his shoulder moaning. “Shut the fuck up! If I wanted to kill you I would have killed you. Get up,” Mr. X waves the gun at the wounded man. “Sit in chair so I can see you. Move! I might change my mind.” Vinnie rolled to his knees holding his shoulder, checking how much blood, forehead to the floor for balance. Then rose just to his knees, feet, and hobbled to a kitchen chair where he could see JT. On the chair next to the chair holding his Go Bag. “Vincenzo, how you disappoint me. I’m most disappointed that you didn’t even try to run. Make me chase you down.” He was in extreme pain, but calm and lucid. The bullet had passed through cleanly. He needed to disinfect the wound and make sure the bleeding stopped, but he'd survived. To this point. “Where would I run?” he said. “We know all the same people. You'd've found me eventually.” He contemplated this delay. He had to confront Mr. X and find out what would appease him. All for letting his guard down for Jeremy. And, ironically, thinking the kid would never trust him again. Not till last night's turnaround. A gun wouldn't protect him and Jeremy. Now all he had was his reliance on words, and Plan B's off-chance getting close Shaftow's gun. Mr. X wandered over to Jeremy, hands handcuffed above him. Frightened. To Mr. X that fear made him even more alluring. He stroked the boys wilting erection with his gun’s hot muzzle. Jeremy flinched. “You did find most handsome boy, I give you that.” He laughed, “How much you want for him?” Vinnie looked around the room, assessing how mobile his shoulder was, exactly where the bullet had passed through, feeling what strength and flexibility remained. Daryl, the large black muscle, was next to JT, left of the bed, eyeing the kid in a way he did not like at all. Oak, the bald white muscle was by the elevator, impassive like always, looking over at him occasionally. Oak, mostly stared straight ahead, mesmerized by the porn bouncing around the monitors. He’d might zone out and be the last to react. It was getting to the Go Bag and Shaftow’s gun, taking down an already armed Mr. X and a quick drawing Daryl, which was the problem. If Mr. X didn’t outright kill him, he calculated, he could take him out first, dispatch Daryl second, and eliminate Oak third. It was a gamble and a extremely naive one. The very second he sprang he knew the plan would be obvious to Mr. X. From the moment the Go Bag became Vinnie’s target, Mr. X would instinctive know a gun was inside. That’s what Mr. X would have done. And since he still was holding his gun, running it up and down JT’s shaft, trying to elicit an erection—and starting to succeed (he knew how erotic fear could be)—he was certain he’d never get within a foot of the bag. Be dead getting off the chair. Jeremy raped, tortured and killed. Bad Plan B. “Fifty percent of what I make off him,” he said coldly. “That’s what I’ll give you.” “Hmm. And why not just kill you and take one hundred percent?” “Because you can’t get out of him what I can.” “Bullshit,” spat Mr. X, “You couldn’t even get footage for Doggy Daddy website. And now I have major cash outflow to take care of. You’re so sloppy,” Mr. X took the warm barrel and started poking JT’s balls, lifting them, parting his butt to see his boyhole. Jeremy kicked him away. “The detective to pay off to wipe tripods and doorknobs and whatever else you carelessly touched. And don’t ask how Assemblyman is taking it." He played the muzzle over Jeremy thinly trimmed pubes, seductively telling Jeremy, "Maybe I give you nice tight vagina, boy. I'm very good with vaginoplasty. Sex change is very popular." He poked the weapon again into JT's groin. "Have made many successful operations. Assemblyman fuck you after that and calls it even. You will like having big pussy. Or maybe sloppy, hanging pussy is more what you like." He ran the barrel under his balls and poked into his butthole. "Have many boys like that back home. They make good money.” Whether he was joking, threatening or actually offering, Jeremy continued shaking his head vehemently. He was so shit-shrieking scared he found it hard to form word. He finally sputtered out n-n-no. “Put gag in him,” he said to Daryl. “Who asks his opinion anyway?” Vinnie was within seconds of jumping to the the bag, but Mr. X turned back his attention on him. His mind raced. What did he have and what could he offer. “A hundred large. I can give you that, too." Mr. X looked over at him. "But why, Mr. X? Why the hell would you ever waste a golden goose like that! He’s no bottom. He’ll take it in the ass if I want him to, but he’s a fuckin’ stud in bed.” He looked at Mr. X and with lurid emphasis that he knew Mr. X would understand, said, “I know. Personally.” He let that sink in and saw Mr. X’s eyes widen. “He take fist?” Mr. was X intrigued, walked over to the kitchen table. “No, but I can train him to be a mean fisting Top. Mind if I clean this up?" “Go clean. No, he has to take fist too. And double dick. And scat.” Vinnie looked at JT’s worried face. He turned away and went to the medicine chest next to the rack of towels. The dumb-ass kid probably didn’t even know what scat was. He was sure fisting to him was obvious, though. “Double dick okay, But no scat and no more animals.” He found the alcohol and roll of cotton pads and tape. Brought them back to the table, sat and let the robe fall off him to the back of the chair. “Raunch then. He must do raunch or what else would a pretty face be good for except to be dirty." Vinnie nodded, then let out a hiss as he dabbed the wound. Mr. X continued excitedly, "Okay, we’ll put in standard contract. Fifteen gross minus my fifty percent on first three videos—co-star, not starring—then we renegotiate according to audience interest. U.S. rights only.” Vinnie applied the pad and started wrapping his shoulder. "We'll agree to that." He did not look at Jeremy but certainly heard his protestations. “One more thing. My pound of flesh. Assemblyman will not be happy just with money. He says he wants boy's balls too. He talked literal." Vinnie was about to protest, but Mr. X continued soothingly, "Stop your worry. I give him nice big prosthetic balls. We make hardon with implant or drugs. We can decide later. But it has to be or this escalates unattractively.” Vinnie heard JT yelling through his gag, and saw he was shaking his head emphatically. He made out a muffled fuck you before Daryl slapped him hard. “I agree with the kid. That’s short-sighted, Mr. X. You know from your own pussy-boys back home. It’s not sustainable. Hormone therapy, the suicides, increased ED over time, permanent impotence. You'll get three years tops out of him.” “This is not negotiable point. Assemblyman, he wants his nutsack. Nothing I can do. Wants to cook and eat testicles, preferably in front of boy. Myself? I think that is a too—uh, much. But with deal, no feds get involved. No to deal, I shoot you both and chop off his balls anyway.” Vinnie looked at the boy who was trembling. His penis had shrunk down to an Oscar Meyer weiner size, the smallest Vinnie'd ever seen it. “Okay, final offer. One of his balls and one of mine. I choose the method,” Vinnie offered dispassionately. “Okay," he said. "Deal. But first, I take bag and gun you look at too much.” He opened the Go Bag and waved a finger. He put Saftow's gun in his overcoat pocket and tossed the other two to his men. “You too," he said to his men. "Your job to make sure boy can take double fuck. You, Vincenzo, make sure he can take fist, next week latest, or he gets vag and your end up in bay. I write outline of contract, you get single point ready for me and boy to bond. One dart, split gram between us. Use bag I have. Czech glass. None of your Mexican shit. Boy and I have bond. We have good bonding time, maybe I let him fuck me, I am kind. I take one ball from each of you. Assemblyman get your ball, his ball. Assemblyman never know the difference. Shhh, our secret. All balls look alike on dinner plate. Everyone is happy." Mr. X took out a small bag of solid, clear shreds of crystal, and laid it on the table. Vinnie pulled his robe carefully over his shoulder, got up and took a spoon from a kitchen drawer, a plate from the cabinet. Mr. X put a razor blade next to the bag, eyeing Vinnie carefully. Vinnie got to work. "Hey! Salt ‘n Pepa," Mr. X called over his shoulder. "What you wait for. Get busy. We have much business tonight.” JT eyes grew wide as saucers, as Mr. X’s two muscles rapidly stripped, displaying monster cocks to rival his. *** It took over an hour for Mr. X and Vinnie to work out the contract until both were satisfied. While Mr. X wrote out the first version, Vinnie chopped, cooked, and cooled the clear vial. Shortly into the negotiation Vinnie saw JT was resisting, consciously or not. The two men frustratingly took turns trying to get their dicks into him. Vinnie asked Mr. X if he could give the boy a booty bump out of his own stash. Generously Mr. X pointed to his own baggie and Vinnie pinched the bottom debris and flicked it into a shot glass. With one of his plungers he added water, mixed it up and, once dissolved, sucked it back up. He came over to the boy whose legs were being held and spread in the air by the two muscles. Mr. X put down the contract and came over to watch. Vinnie put some lube on his finger, greased the boy's hole and slid in the plunger, pushing in the contents. "Trust me, cowboy. You can hate me for the rest of your life, but you'll have a rest of your life." The kid stared at him the whole time, unnerving Vinnie, made him regret every second of their future. Fear broke over the kid's face. Quickly the boy began rapid breathing and then an unnatural calm came over him. His small hole clutched in and pulsed out. His pursed asslips puckered in, while the drug absorbed into his porous ass walls. He was trying to push it out but he could feel the cold liquid dripping deeper inside. To Mr. X the transformation was always remarkable. The boy's face transformed slowly from fear to lust. He could see his hole pushing out for someone, anyone, to enter him. A little cum, probably Vincenzo's bubbled up. Irresistible as honey, he bent down and lick JT's hole. The youth was startled by his forked tongue, but he soon offered his butt again to the freakish old man. Mr. X stuck in his tongue sending a wave of gooseflesh over the boy. Even the muscle men couldn't help but get a little hard over the boy's change. "Back to work," declared Mr. X and got off the bed. It took slightly less than an hour for Oak and Daryl to both get inside JT and satisfy themselves. Oak, true to his name, had a solid piece of wood. As soon as Vinnie and Mr. X resumed their negotiations at the kitchen table, he did his duty vigilantly. He was very hairy, not in a clipped porn star way, but as man who drank, worked out seldom, and never watched his diet. He was thick around the middle and had very broad, dock worker shoulders. Jeremy felt the man's buried muscles under the very fleshy and hairy chest. JT's hole was tight in fear but now relaxing. Either way, Oak couldn't have cared less. He actually preferred a fight, overcoming an assailant who didn't want him in him. Rape turned him on. But the kid tightness without the bump was impossible to penetrate. Not as satisfying as it would have been to break into him over the long haul, the kid was compliant, didn't fight him as he slipped his hard and dripping cock into his body. Jeremy flinched when the bald man's knob first when in, not mentally, but from the physical size of it. His mind was shifting; now he desired his hole to be stretched to take whatever was offered. He felt Oak's head and shaft sliding down into him. He bucked to take the man in faster even though it hurt. Hurt is what he wanted. That and degradation. He nudged the black man, Daryl, who knelt next to his head, pushing the gag ball against his cock. Daryl took off the gag and stuffed his cock in the kid's mouth. While Oak was fucking in his last few inches, Jeremy swallowed the veiny black cock. Oak pumped away in him while Daryl grabbed his head and skull fucked him. Jeremy choked several times when Daryl rammed his cock in deep, which only made the man harder. Daryl was the opposite in every way from Oak. Muscles covered with jet black tattoos. Hairless, even on his crotch. If he weren't going through his initial rush, Jeremy would never have been able to even get beyond the uncut dark knob. But Daryl was slowly feeding him, slowly getting himself aroused. Jeremy slathered his cock up and down the shaft. Went under him to lick his balls, nudged him to get to his ass crack. Daryl straddled over him, letting the boy's tongue journey into his ass. His cock bobbed up and down with every stroke of the kid's tongue. Jeremy tasted the funk that lined the man's smooth ass, felt the stubble of shaved hair around his hole. He knew what he was tasting was an unwashed hole and recognizing that, dug in deeper. Daryl tapped Oak and they traded places. Daryl was even larger and went further up Jeremy's shithole than Oak. His cock was fatter too. Jeremy tried to reach out to touch his black skin. He'd never been this closer to a black man before and was curious and lustful to stroke the skin of the man on top of him. Daryl told Oak to uncuff him, and once freed, Jeremy ran his hands up and down the man's broad back. Daryl started fucking him harder, pinching his own tits, while Jeremy pushed his hole up to meet the man's every plunge. Jeremy's tongue explored Oak's ass and balls. Oak's hole tasted like soap but there were burrs wrapped up in all that hair between his buttcheeks. Jeremy sucked at them swallowing the bits of dried shit, while thrusting his hips up to meet the black man's meat. Before Daryl could explode in the boy's compliant hole, he withdrew and flipped on his back. Oak guided the boy's horny wet hole to sit on Daryl's upright monster. "Yeah, fuck yourself on him, boy, get him to gape your cunt." Jeremy, excited by Oaks' words, started bouncing on Daryl's engorged member with abandoned. It got the attention of Mr. X and Vinnie. JT saw them looking and liked being watched. He bit his lip and started sucking Oak's dripping cock in front of them. Daryl grabbed the boy's muscular arms and drew him back to rest on his chest and kept fucking him from behind. Jeremy put his arms on Oak's torso and pulled him down as he went down. He wanted them both. Oak fell on him causing Daryl to let out a grunt under the weight of both men, but continued plunging into Jeremy's receptive hole. He thrust harder knowing what was coming. He loved feeling another strong cock rubbing against his, deep inside a pussy hole like the boy's. Oak took his member and aimed it at the black cock pistoning in the smooth pink hole. Fully lubed, he pushed his cockhead against the gliding black cock and joined in the penetration of the receptive hole. Jeremy initially let out a cry of pain, but enjoyed the sensation of having his hole shared by two such muscular and criminal assailants. He awoke to what he was, a whore that would take on anyone who would have him. He loved that his ass was providing his attackers such pleasure. Daryl grunted in his ear but it was Oak telling him to give up his pussy. A deep masculine voice telling him to let them destroy his cunt, that they'd fuck till they split him open, only encouraged Jeremy to abandon himself to pleasure. Jeremy joined in the self-abuse, begging them to stretch him apart, give him a sloppy pig hole. He felt it turning the men on, verbally debasing himself this way, feeling them grow harder, impaling him faster. His hand scaled Oak's back running his hand over thick back hair, and running his other hand under the black man's ass, assisting him, feeling the muscle tense with every thrusts. He never felt so open and desirous of cock in his life. They tore his ass wide and deep and he loved every second of it. He felt his ass lips stretched out and pushed back, and lips loose and extremely free against these men inside him, felt their penetration deep, felt something slither inside when one of the men came. It was Daryl who let out the first shit, felt him fuck him deep, hold himself in, then impale him again. It triggered the bald man on top of him to nut too. Daryl grabbed his arms tightly, pinning him down, while Oak punished the hole with his full weight. JT cried out with the mass and depth and in intense pleasure as his own cock, under the weight of Oak's large and hairy gut rubbed his cock to orgasm. He found his chest covered in sweat and cum when Oak pulled out. The man stood up stoically, like nothing had occurred, pulled Jeremy off his partner and tossed him aside. Daryl, equally indifferent, got up to his knees, put his cock next to Jeremy's mouth and demanded him to clean it off. Jeremy wanted to continue to play with Daryl's swaying balls, but all Daryl wanted was to have the lube and cum cleaned off him before he got back into his clothes. Satisfied, he got up and dress into his black business suit, as did Oak. They stood on both sides of the kitchen table as Vinnie and Mr. X finished signing the document. *** "Tie him," ordered Mr. X as soon as Vinnie put down the pen. "Legs apart." Vinnie's robe hung open, his dick flaccid, his heart scabbed over. The price he paid for feeling a moment, an hour, a day of tenderness, of weakness, letting his guard down, not thinking clearly, was paying him back with ice now running through his veins. He knew what he had just signed away: any hope of happiness or forgiveness. Perhaps he deserved this sentence but he knew Jeremy didn't. This was his punishment now, his sentence was to watch his boy writhed in the wet blanket, sticking his hand in his ass, pulling out webs of cum from between his legs, licking his hand and swallowing the two indifferent men's spooge. Mr. X slowly stripped in front of Jeremy. The kid licking his fingertips watched the man before him. Mr. X motioned to his two men and whispered something to them. They nodded. Jeremy lay fascinated at what Mr. X was revealing. The overcoat draped on a chair, shoes, tie, shirt. Mr. X, who he thought as just the boss of thugs, out of his clothes was an old, withered man, a hag with sagging pierced tits. Maybe at one time he thought he appeared stark, shockingly compelling, now he was simply repulsive. His tattoos laughably cliche. A hula girl, a ship on his chest? Jeremy almost laughed, Where was Popeye? This guy's muscles were old man muscles. Stringy, veining and bruised, a junkie's body. He'd seen men like this before, the father's of the junkie's his brother hung out with. The dude would be dead soon, thought Jeremy. If not this year then the next. His pants off, hung over the rest of his clothes, Jeremy was impressed and disgusted by the anaconda hanging between the old man's legs. He withdrew another slop from his hole and sucked it down. Mr. X found a vein, stuck himself with his point, registered, plunged half the vile in his vein, sucked air through his mouth, and lay back with the point in his arm. Eyes closed, lying at Jeremy's feet, he said to him off in a distant place, "Lie back and show me your neck." Jeremy laid down on his side, hands folded by his face, as if he was preparing for death. Mr. X rose, the needle dangling till he pulled it out. He crawled up to the boy. Opened his eyes, steadied himself on the boy's shoulder, feeling it, groped down till he found the boy's small nipple and squeezed. He felt the boy twitch. "No, no. I do anything I want. You take it. Understood?" Jeremy nodded. "Brush hair from your neck." Jeremy brushed it back. "Don't move." Mr. X bent down close enough for Jeremy to feel his foul breath. The needle pricked, he felt the gush of red liquid enter his neck, go straight to the brain. He twitched uncontrollably, 10 trillion synaptic connection, one percent of his brain fired at once, electrifying throughout his core. Dopamine flooded his system, millions of dentrites fluttered and gave out simultaneous jolts of white hot euphoria. The needle left his neck, replaced with the forked tongue of the incubus slathering the trail of blood left behind. He was back in his hometown, back in his junkie high, broken into again like the abandoned house he went to with his brother, the shooting gallery wandering the hallways, house of boarded window. There, in a corner, a couple fucked anonymously, it was a toss up if they knew each other, in the broken tile bathroom his brother pushed his head down for him to suck him off, an old derelict lay nodding naked on horse. Creeping in blindly to the old man's room, his brother's cum dripping down his face, crawling to where the old man lay, fondling his body in the dark, sucked on his huge metal-filled eel. He ran his hands like braille over the studded cock. It was the merger of maleness and madness and he wanted it in him. He pressed himself back on it and its rigidity overtook him without a fight. The old man twisted his consenting body till he towered above him. He looked up through black eyes and saw the old man above him. The old man's eyes blazed like coals. The demon's bone impaled his core, controlled him from within. "Fuck me, Sarah Palin," he whispered. The man whispered back to him, "I am not your Sarah Palin, I am your God." He saw his brother standing over him, urging him on. "Give him your soul, little brother. He has mine." There were others standing around the room, silently nodding. The demon spoke to one of them to get the lights. The room faded to the dimmest flames of yellow and glowing embers of red, where shapes became shadows and shadows shape. He felt these wisps of darkest run their hands over his body. Fingers and cocks entered his mouth, fingers were added in his ass accompanying the pumping shaft with its beads and painful ring. How shitting felt like, with its peristaltic motion usually crawling waste out like a undulating caterpillar, but the world was upside down, inside out. Things were going in the usual went out. "Stick in your hand," ordered the figure overhanging him. He felt a hand forcing its way in, smothering the sliding cobra within his colon. Without objection, took adsorbed everything into his body the monsters provided. The hand smothered the snake in his ass. It stretched and plied him open until he felt his ass ring close and capture both snake and wrist. He heard himself scream outside himself as he rocked on it while the stroking hand perused the snake. The snake hissed, slithering and bit him inside. The hand travel deeper breaking every barrier he thought he had. The were no longer barriers to anything, physically or mentally. A mouth covered his, breathed in him air as foul as hell, as fetid as a cesspool. Something snapped under his nose and the odor caused him to bare down harder, to take as much of the arm slithering, pulling in the snake farther within. In the half-light everything halted as a new hand went to his throat. Whispers of foreign tongues exchanged above him. Nyet. The hand left his neck and crawled to his scrotum. It pinched, grabbed, rubbed his nuts. He understood the foreign tongue, my jewels, it said. He felt a slow stinging in his bowels as the snake spewed venom, and then a rush of liquid filled him, bloating inside, blocked at his entrance so not a drop escaped. He thought he would explode as the mass of liquid had no route out, only up, in. The coil of metal and flesh withdrew, but another hand immediately replaced it. Long, bony fingers broke through first, but then a fleshy palm began ripping him apart. He yelled for it, for them to stop, but a black cock invaded his throat. He wanted that too, and the suffering. So many things held him down, covered his flesh. He felt the swirl of a wet worm enter his cock slit and lips cover his penis. He was feeling too many things that were unreal and impossibly pleasurable. His hole caved into a cunt. Two hands rode inside him. He felt altered. Emasculated. Blazing fire ran over his skin. He was feverish, his skin covered in a sheen. His enormous cock shrank to a clit. Someone was fingering it, sucking it. The black cock spit in his mouth and he swallowed the salty phlegm down again and again as it erupted. Then a black face spit in his mouth. He heard the old man say move and, like a six legged crab, the old man crawled over his face, still sucking his cock and clit. Whatever dim light that shown, dimmed even more, two black moons fell over his face, landing a moist wet stain on his lips. The stain listed back and forth like a tide of filth. He stuck out his tongue and absorb the taste. It changed him to a helpless heap, a slave to his senses, the pleasure of confirming his worthlessness. A hot slug swam into his mouth and he swallowed it before he could think. Then he thought no more and succumbed to senses that smothered his brain, till darkness engulfed him while his body played on and on. *** Vinnie hung his head ashamed. The kid was gone. Who would emerge as the sun came up? He watched as Mr. X hung his ass over Jeremy's face. He watched transfixed as the old fucker's prolapse fell out from his hanging asslips. Jeremy lapped at it like a trained dog. Spread the scum's cheeks apart to slather as much as he could find. He couldn't watch but he couldn't stop watching. JT'a full erection bobbed excitedly up and down as he got into the writhing he was inciting on Mr. X. Vinnie's hands flexed, testing his binds. His shoulder tore against his bandage. Mr. X was impossible to defeat. The barrier of evil was insurmountable. He could watch then couldn't stop watching. The degenerate mobster wasn't satisfied defiling his victim, he was corrupting it, climbing over the boy's body, dragging his enormous entrails over JT's chest, rubbing on the boy's smooth skin obscenely, and now mounted the boy's erection, scaling it, plunging himself down deliberately, repeatedly, masturbating until both he and boy erupted. He shot across the room, spewing ropes flew across the room. The leopard spread was wet and defiled with artifacts. Mr. X rocked in the aftermath, pleasuring himself with the boy. He sat for the longest time, slowly squeezing the youth. In a trance of satisfaction. *** Time could not permanently keep Vinnie in this hellish purgatory. That was left to his eternal conscience. But the sun did break through the windows. The boy's dick flopped out and Mr. X got up on spindly legs. "The boy is adequate," he said cracking his back. "One last thing and we call it a day." Vinnie voice was horse and deadened. "It's in the bed drawer, at the end." The old man wheezed, "What a noble man you are, sacrificing part of yourself for part of him." Mr. X pulled out the pliers-like device. The emasculatome. "Untie him," he said to his two men. "I'm too tired. I want you to do the boy. I will do you. Then we leave you to play house again." He dropped the heavy device on the table. Went back to the boy to wipe the slime from his ass and crotch into the boy's long brown hair. Only then did he proceed to dress. Vinnie rubbed his freed wrists, then sat his elbows on the table and hung his head. Mr. X fully dressed, clapped his hands. "Chop, chop." The boy was dazed. Most likely didn't know what was going on, had no idea of the conversation that took place hours ago. Still, Mr. X's men each grabbed one of Jeremy's arms and legs, readying for the upcoming struggle. Vinnie approached with the heavy instrument and knelt at the foot of the bed looking at Jeremy's beautiful hairless sack hanging there. "Jeremy," he started, then fell forward with only his fist to prop him up. In back of him Mr. X tapped the table twice. "Cowboy, I am so sorry." Mr. X tapped once more, emphatically. The boy looked up at Vinnie confused, his face tarnished and streaked unforgivably. "Vinnie? What's happenin'?" Vinnie looked away, said, "Sport, we've played much rougher than this. And you and I are going to make it through. Okay? Understand me?" The kid's eyes were tweaked, spinning but he was smiling. His large, brilliant, shark-teeth smile. "What's this game we're playin, Vinnie'? Is this where we squeeze each other's balls and you say, look at my dick, look at my dick?" He decided to tell him straight. He showed JT the emasculatome. "This is used to castrate sheep. It crushes the sperm cord, cutting off the blood vessels, and kills the ball. It don't cut you, but testicle can't get blood no more, and it shrinks up and dies." However far back JT's brain had settled inside, he came crashing back fully awake, holy terror in his eyes. The two strongmen pinned down his strong, rebellious body. Jeremy banged his head back several times against the pillows, pleading, heaving for Vinnie have mercy, to not to do it. Vinnie crawled forward on his knees. He held the instrument in his good hand, cherished one of Jeremy treasures one last time, feeling for the internal cord. He placed a thumb on the lock, the jaws snapped open. He looked JT in the eyes, took a deep breath, brought the jagged claws down hard and severed the cord. Jeremy wailed all the breath in his lungs into the pillow's tiger face. His body went into seizure. His head bounced side to side, erupting into a second long, bitter, agonizing hate-filled scream. He screamed once more that shattered and choked in his throat from the horror of what was happening was true, that Vinnie had done it to him, and ended in a broken cry of utter, final betrayal. He glared through tears and cursed Vinnie. The men released him and he rolled up into a tight ball, weeping endlessly on the bed, clutching his dying stone. "Next," said Mr. X to Vinnie, who walked back to the chair, opened his robe, and welcomed the punishment.

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On with the story. Let's get that boy shaved and on to the bathhouse for a amazing drug fueled fun and a good poz result.

Generally speaking, it is a mistake to provide documentation of your committing a crime to the public. Please leave BZ out of it. I would suggest you start a tumblr blog. Lots of people seem to have them on this subject.

It wasn't THAT bad... Well, rawboyz, here are my thoughts about yesterday's CumUnion at Steamworks Toronto. You know I wanted to be totally versatile. I arrived at Steamworks Toronto at 9:00 PM, settled in to my private room, lubed my hole, and then walked around to see who's who. The usual. In the middle dark space I knelt on the padded step and waited for guys to come by and open my hole up, waiting about 15 minutes in the open room, and another 15 minutes in a small room. NOTHING! Oh well. Then I entered a long, narrow, dimly lit darkroom where I bent over, ass up, awaiting. I received plenty of pats and slaps, and one guy pulled my jockstrap like a rubber band (which felt nice), but again, there were no hard dicks for my hole. So I went back to my room. Enough with pointless walking. It was time to watch some porn, of which there was a good selection, even some bb. After a while I thought 'Why not top some guy and see what happens?', so I went back out into the play area. Immediately I found a number of younger asses, warm and lubed, and all of which felt great. A 28 year old I fucked last Sunday at the bb orgy was there and I fucked him again in the sling area but I didn't cum in his ass. He'll get my load sometime in the future. Then, I walked back into main big dark area which I had originally visited. It was equipped with glory holes, a slurp ramp, confessionals, and a horse/bench. This time there were a whole bunch of men. I caught sight of a smooth hunky guy who was sucking getting fucked at the same time. The guy fucking the smooth hunky guy finished up. When he withdrew I didn't see a condom, so I saw this as my chance to ease my raw hard dick into his ass. And what an ass it was! It was lubed and warm and ready to get fucked. Just how I like them. The bottom didn't even look to see who was fucking him, although he moaned in approval, clearing wanting my cum. By now it was past 1:00 AM and I wanted to deposit a cum shot deep into his ass. As I fucked a whole host of younger guys before encountering smooth hunky guy, my dick was hard but sensitive. Ever get this, tops? I ended-up withdrawing my dick from his hole, explaining I wanted to jerk my dick and cum straight into his hole. He waited patiently for my load, and when I gasped "I'm about to cum" he backed on to my dick and gladly received my saved-up cum. With pleasure, I assume. After a minute of resting my dick in his ass, I knelt down so he could clean me up. My dick was very sensitive but he wanted to taste my cum - almost as a thank you. And he got it. So, all in all, rawboyz, the evening at CumUnion here at Steamworks Toronto ended NOT all that badly. Are CumUnions in your cities similar? I'd love to hear back from you! Meanwhile, happy barebacking!

My Tuesday hookup with the bigger bearded guy from India was better than I was expecting. Before he's only fucked me, and was quite aggressive, even calling me whore and slut as he fucked. Well, last night he comes over, gets naked, and lays on my bed and tells me to blow him. My pleasure as he has a beautiful 8" uncut cock. He is moaning and telling me I'm a good slut, then tells me to tongue his balls and ass for him. I love that cuz he's hairy as fuck there, so I get to work on his balls, taint, and as close to his ass as I can but he's laying on his back and it's hard to reach. Finally he rolls over and gets on his knees, and tells me to tongue his ass deep. Damn I dive right in, pushing my tongue in and out of his hairy hole, eating it like a professional. I reach and start massaging his nutsack as I tongue him, and he really starts moaning good. Then it happened- he yells back to me "fuck that hole, whore! Fuck me you pig!" I never moved so fast. The idea of barebacking his ass makes my cock swell even more. Up on my knees right behind him, rubbing my cockhead on his hole to spread all my precum around, then I push in slow and steady. He's tight as fuck (I think it was his first) but he only moans in pleasure. I sink my 7" all the way, and I feel him clamp down tight and almost blow my load then. I hold still until he yells again for me to fuck. And fuck I do! I'm gripping his hips and watching my cock slide in and out of that dark hairy ass, and he's moaning like a bitch in heat. I tell him his whore is gonna cum, and ask him if he wants my pig load. "Fuck it in me, whore!" was his reply, and I erupt into spasms, shooting my load as deep into his married pussy as I could. I keep stroking in and out of his ass til my cock softens and plops out. He reaches up and pulls me down next to him on bed, and spoons right behind me. His cock is leaking precum and he finds my hole fast and shoves his dick straight in me. I knew it tore me a bit but not so much I had to stop him. He thrusts in me like 7 times then unloads, calling me his fucking pig as he does. Finally he lays still, cock still in me, for like 20 minutes. Then he quietly got up, showered without asking, got dressed and left. All without saying one word to me. Best sex in a long time!

As expected my first BB was "accidental" but the second time wasn't planned either - It wasn't until the third time that I wanted my date raw. I had recently lost significant weight and had to get use to new found frequent attention and gain confidence. This partially led to the first barebacking. A Brazilian from CL came over to fuck me - we didn't speak about fucking raw. I was still operating on the always safe theory. He had only posted a dick pic in ad. So when he ended up being a literal adonis I was - i'm ashamed to admit - dumbstruck. My inner fat boy was like he will never want you - he'll just do the kind excuse and leave. So when we progressed to making out and sucking and then being pushed on my back legs bent at edge of bed I was mentally nonfunctional. He ate my ass out and then knelt up on the bed to prepare to fuck me. His motions made me think he grabbed a condom and lube. He slowly entered my ass in missionary and I never saw his dick - I was lost at looking at his beautiful body on me. When he came and pulled out I realized that he didn't have a condom on and he just came in me. The second time was with a older Latin guy from A4A. He was a tall attractive muscle bear. He took me to his bedroom. I was straddled over his stomach. He rubbed his dick over my hole a number of times which people did a lot before putting on a condom. I expected the same thing to happen this time. However, he slips his dick up into my ass. Again, I thought he was too hot for me and my horny self wanted to get fucked so I just rode him bare. He came in me while fucking me missionary. When I got up to clean up in the bathroom - I noticed prescription bottles on exposed shelf. This was before the popular one a day pills - and I can't remember what the pills were- but I somehow deduced they were HIV pills from label description. I left worried and pissed at self for being an idiot - That was the guy who secretly converted me. Finally, my next hook up was with a sexy top from A4A. He was near my age, tall, very attractive. When I got to his place we hung out watching a movie in his room. We laid in bed cuddled and making out. He had a thick 8" uncut cock. That was the first time I wanted to fuck raw. Sucking led to him asking if I was down to get fucked. I of course said yes. He asked if I had a condom and I didn't. Deflated he said he didn't get to store to replenish. This left us in a holding pattern that had me continue sucking him. Now of course - I went hard on his dick - I wanted him to want to fuck me so bad he would forget about the condoms. That is exactly what happened. We were kissing while he fingered my hole. He said "damn, I want to fuck you so bad. I should have just went downstairs when you first got here." I grabbed his dick and said coyly "We could give it a try." So I sat on him and rode his raw dick (for the first time intentionally). Since then I've always wanted bare cock.

Why is this even a question?? Raw, bareback fucking is the way nature intended it to be. I hate the saggy, artificial feeling of a covered dick in me just as much as Tops hate the lack of sensitivity. I cant count the number of times a sexual encounter was ruined because the damned rubber made the Top go soft or disabled him from ejaculating. Physically, a raw cock is just so much better. The skin to skin contact as his dick glides in and out of my eager hole, my boi pussy gently tuggng on his meat on each out stroke, his veiny thick dick rubbing my P-spot or the head of his cock squuzing past my S-curve, is pure ecstasy. And that final wave, the feeling of his jizz shooting and splashing against my walls, the full, warm feeling spreading within my core, utterly delicious. Mentally, it's invigorating, seeing the look of pure joy on a Top's face as his massive cock is sheathed by my warm, wet, tight, boi pussy. He knows he truly owns me, that he will mark his property with his cum, making me his bitch. I love that moment where he's done cumming (for now), that look of utter satisfaction, know that he chose my hole to unload his precious essence in me. Spiritually, it's an rnlightening event. This is especially so if the Top is my BF or long time lover. After a night of him breeding me over and over, knowing that the contents of his balls are completely drained into me...heavenly. I feel truly content in my role as a bottom, that my satisfaction comes only from his satisfaction. Day or night, I do everything in my power to be the receptacle of his cum. It's my job to ensure my man is sexually satisfied, his mind clear to take on the world, free of distraction from his manly urges to breed. As the warmth of his cum subsides within me, I know boi pussy is absorbing his DNA, his essence, his very being. Bare backing is not simply about the physical satisfaction of fucking. Receiving cum from a man is the highest form of worship that transcends existence.

THE FURNACE MAN #3 I crawled onto the bed and wiggled my ass at him. “Rim it again,” I told him. Apparently he didn’t need to be told twice. He slid the plug back out of my ass and dove in tongue first, probing my hole for as much cum as he could get. I thought he’d awakened a fire in me, but his first taste of cum downstairs had awakened a fire in him, too. More like hunger, really, just like the hunger my hole often felt. He licked, probed and slurped my butt for a good fifteen minutes at least, enjoying tasting it all. He just couldn’t get enough. When he finally came up for air, he wore a huge satisfied grin. Mind you, his face was all sloppy with juices, but I leaned in and helped clean up with some tongue work of my own. In addition, evidently the taste of cum had the same effect on him as it does on me: one taste and his dick was ramrod hard. He was ready to go again. This time I had him lay on his back and I lowered myself onto his upright rod, immediately impaling myself, slamming up and down over and over again. We had gone past the point of enjoying the sex and gone into more of a sex-crazed state of mind. We were both desperate to get more cum. I wanted more come in my ass and he wanted it in his mouth. I rode him, and rode him hard, determined to work another quick load out of his balls. My hips and thighs were hurting but I couldn’t give up. I knew I would be walking funny for days to come, but I didn’t care. Nothing was going to stop me. After several minutes of feverish pounding, he was getting close, so he took hold of my hips and helped slam me down harder into his pelvis. Our mutual desperation was definitely translating into the way we were fucking: we were both becoming more aggressive. I think that he knew that he could ram me as hard as he wanted at this point and it wouldn’t hurt me. This was uninhibited sex at it’s very best. Finally he roared loudly as he lifted his hips up off of the bed, carrying me up with him, as he drove his cock as far into my guts as he possibly could, while his stud juice flowed deep inside me. After the first couple of pulses of his dick, we fell back down to the mattress and I worked my ass muscles on him to suck the rest of his load out of his balls. That was load number four. I got nine loads in my ass from him that night, and broke his record good! Our fucks after that fourth load became more and more intense, bordering on violent. My hole was sloppy and wide open for him at this point, so I only felt insane pleasure. He ate my ass after load six and after the ninth, sharing that final helping of cum with me in a sloppy kiss before we finally collapsed and fell asleep in a tangle of sweaty body parts, stinking of sweat and sex and cum. We had literally fucked all night long, taking hydration and snack breaks a couple of times in between, and only fell asleep going on six in the morning. He called in sick to work so we could sleep. He didn’t hang around for long after we finally woke up just after one in the afternoon. We talked a bit about how amazing that had been, and we will fuck again now that he knows he can call me whenever, but it is clear to both of us that we are not to be anything other than fuck friends. He’s got a lot of catching up to do, learning more of his own interests and limits, such as he needs to figure out just far he wants to go. With all of his enthusiasm and passion that night, I would say he is gay now, but clearly that’s for him to decide. Moreover, if you’ve read any of my other writing, you know that I am on my own path, and I doubt that he will be ready for anything like that for a long time. But you never know.

Fuck yea just getting into the scene and heard of this event so I decided to book at the host hotel I'll be there from Thursday - Sunday looking for LOADS !!!! Maybe a sir. Someone to show me the ropes . Slam and whore me up .

One of my sluts about yesterdays breeding session: "The most satisfying in the world is that very moment when your balls unload their seed, feel your warm man juice shooting out of that big cockhead and feel how it coats my insides, while I see how on that very moment you flex all your big muscles and scream and moan like an animal and your eyes are rolled back, your mouth is open and your are drooling like a dog". Makes me so proud...

So far this year..... Loads in mouth: 12 Loads in ass: 10 Condom fucks: 2 Rimmed: 8 guys

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....

If a guy has his cock in my ass, it's going to be bareback for one and two he has every right to cum anywhere he wants. He doesn't need to ask. He is the top. Why in the hell would a bottom get to decide if someone comes in our ass? Tops don't need to ask. Tops should cum wherever they damn well please. no questions asked.

Friday cont.. I padded down stairs in a pair of workout short and opened the front door and was shocked. There was my wife, and a man and woman who I did not recognize at all. The 3 of them marched into the house brushing by me and my dazed look. I followed the group into the living room feeling slightly awkward as I had no underwear on and still smelled a bit of sex and sweat. My wife approached me and kissed me gently on the lips and greeted me, then lent in close to me ear and began whispering. My mind went cloudy and I realized why the voice on the phone sounded familiar. As she leaned away I nodded, and removed my short, walked over and laid with my knees on the floor and my chest on the ottoman. “Wow they really did a number on you and got results. I am impressed. “ she stated “ So long story short I am divorcing you, this is Michelle my soon to be wife, and this is Andre….but we will get to his role.” While she was talking Andre was removing his clothing. He was amazing. Dark tan skin and hairy all over. Looked Turkish or somewhere there about. It was when he dropped his pants and revealed an 8 inch soft uncut thick cock that I began to get hard. While I was distracted by this my wife had pulled papers from her pocket book and set them on the floor in front of me. I could feel Andre move around behind me and start licking my hole, his tongue was wide and it felt so good. My cock that had already sot started to get hard and a moan escaped my lips. “hehehe good boy, I knew your were gay from the moment I said ‘I do’, I just didn’t realise I was too. So this is how this works. These are the divorce papers. Very simple, I just want out. 50/50 split of finances and you can keep the house. Michelle is a lawyer and has a much nicer one anyways. So just sing here and here and we are al but done” While she was talking Andre moved his body up and had positioned his cock at my hole and started to push. All the training with buttplug and spit and what felt like a river of precum leaking off his cock allowed for an almost painless entry. I started to grunt as a pen was put in my hand and I looked down at the paper work. Andre was polite enough to slow down while I initialed and signed. “Good thanks, and I have one more gift of sorts for you, but we can do that after Andre finishes” With that Andre sped up his fucking ramming my ass and making me groan and squeal , I could feel his sweat running don and into my ass crack acting as a salty lube for his gigantic cock. Michele my wife….ex-wife’s soon to be wife was now taking a video form her phone of the event. Sweat was in my eyes and all I could do was to beg for Andre to fuck me harder and shoot that big load in my hole. He grabbed my hips and jack hammered away he finally grabbed my shoulder and slammed me so hard on his cock I felt him break past the second ring making me scream in pain as his cock grew ever bigger and pulsed in my ass. My first time having a cock in me and it was raw and breeding me, spilling a gallon of cum in my battered hole. “Perfect, let’s go” With that My ex and her girlfriend got up to leave, Andre pulled out with a slushing plop and wiped off on my short and joined them. I was left panting, my hand reached around to my battered hole and scooped up some of the cum leaking out, there was noticeable sign of blood, I brought it to my lips and cleaned my fingers, going back for more. I rubbed it all over my face and cock and jerked myself to a screaming orgasm shooting all over my body and face. And with that I passed out for a bit. I was awoken a bit later by my phone going off. The Ex had sent me the video Michelle sent. The first few seconds showed a pic of Andre from some escort magazine, then it faded to me. Panting and heaving in my living room. That camera panned around to Andre’s thrusting back starting at his shoulders and moving down and that is when I knew what my wife meant. On his back starting just below his shoulder blades was a giant bio hazard tattoo with a scorpion at each of the tree points. My mind whirl and I just passed out again not knowing what else to do….

All bookstores are different. Some have video booths, some don't. The nastier the bookstore (location, building) generally the better the sex. I would tend to stay away from chain outlets and upscale adult boutiques, since they cater to the straight crowd. Squirt.org has a list of local hookup spots, including porn theaters with gloryholes. Last time I checked it was free to join. Some places you pay a general admittance fee, and once in the video arcade, all the vids you want to watch are included in the entry fee. Some places you have to buy tokens from the cashier, and some you pay inside the booth itself with a vending machine-like setup....meaning you pay, and you get a certain amount of time to watch vids. Not all places with booths have glory holes, either. In that case, just leave your door unlocked and slightly ajarred open and guys will come into your booth. Generally, Tops go into the booths, bottoms follow or wait in the hallway, but not 100% of the time. Hope this helps.

Can't help it - don't ask - don't tell.

I do believe relationships are more than just sex, in fact sex in my eyes is a tiny amount so actually okay with a sexless relationship as long as I can get a load off someone else and use a willing cum bucket when needed!

Just keeps getting hotter! This is my new favorite story on BZ.

Very hot story. Thousands of guys are going to blow their wads over it. Keep it cumming!

Hey Danny - I found out at 23 - except that my diagnosis was 26 years ago. Talk about scared? Back then the nurse was sure she was giving me a death sentence. But I'm still here, and I have had, and continue to have a pretty wonderful life, despite (or in the case of my sexual play life, because of) that diagnosis 26 years ago. I split my time between two careers, one more interesting and fulfilling, the other more financially rewarding. I have a partner for 22 years (and he's neg, so that myth - "seriodivergent couples can't work out" is dispelled) and we have an awesome relationship, best friends, partners, soon to be married - on the actual date of our 22nd anniversary - and we've been sexually open since the 2nd date. We enjoy our sex life together, and we're cool if the other plays on "off times" which is great since I like "scene" stuff and he does not. There's been very little downside (other than the sheer terror at the beginning - my first partner and dozens of friends did NOT make it past 1987, but once the cocktail was formulated, those losses all but disappeared. I didn't even have to start meds until 1998, and I am consistently undetectable. My downsides are these: 1. I take 3 pills in the morning, 3 in the evening. Hell, I take more VITAMINS than that... 2. My health insurance is damn high. 3. My partner and I use a condom for fucking but for nothing else. I know I'm lucky because I got through that time period to today where this is a manageable condition, but for someone now? Sure, its annoying at times, and you should always be aware of your health, but terror is no longer necessary. And there are certainly UPSIDES to it. When I play outside, it's always with other poz at bb get togethers, and I have an awesome time. Be at peace, watch your health, and enjoy the silver lining!